The Day He Walked Into The Saloon

The Day He Walked Into The Saloon The Day He Walked Into The Saloon

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

The day Wyatt walked into the saloon, my life turned upside down.

Summary

The day Wyatt walked into the saloon, my life turned upside down.

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Submitted: May 01, 2016

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Submitted: May 01, 2016

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Wyatt Jones. His application and resume look promising, but maybe I should see if he can hold his own before I just go and hire this guy. I do need somebody, badly. Not that my saloon is hitting it big, but I don't want some guy looking to pick up girls at the bar like the last one. That was a desperate hire and a huge mistake.   

"Excuse me, I'm looking for the owner of this bar, Sophie Bowman." A very masculine voice says. 

"That's me. What can I do for you?" I reply without looking up. 

"Oh good. I handed my application in yesterday to the bartender in hopes that your hiring." I look up and into the eyes of the most beautiful man I have ever seen. How on Earth can someone that good looking be real? Someone pinch me quick. Ouch! Did I seriously just pinch my leg? Hopefully he didn't notice that, even though I just assaulted my leg, which is under the table, though. Redeem yourself girl. 

"Sorry, mind wandered for a second. You wouldn't happen to be Wyatt Jones, would you?" I ask him while reading the name of the application in my hands. 

"Yes ma'am. The one and only. Are you, by any chance, hiring?" He asks with a smile. 

I tell him to sit down and offer him a drink of soda, tea, or water. He politely declines and we begin my impromptu interview. I'm not even sure what I am asking him. I can't help but wonder what it would be like to kiss him, to touch him, and taste him because he looks like he would taste really really good. I wonder what his naked body looks like, hmm. I have to regain some composure here. For God sakes, I am in the middle of his interview. Get a hold of yourself Sophie. 

"So Wyatt, what do you hope to gain from my little saloon?" Now that’s a good question. Props to myself. What am I doing. Jeez Louise, I am acting like I have never given an interview before. He is just so, so, I don't even know, but I can't deny that I have a serious attraction to him. He's got to be in his mid thirties, I would guess. Definitely works out. Here I go again. I nod my head slightly so it looks like I was really paying attention. 

"Alright, listen. This job is not going to be fun. We get a lot of rowdy folks most of the time. They can be very demanding and rude. Are you sure this is what your looking for?"  Skimming his application, I notice he is from Sheldon. Well, they have over 200,000 people compared to Flower Creek's 13,000. This should really be a cakewalk for him. "The people here, I would say, are a different sort of breed to the people from the city."  I tell him. 

"I get that, Mrs. Bowman, but I'm always up for the challenge. I just moved to town, so I need this job. I don't want to sound desperate, but an income helps to survive. As I'm sure you've read, I have plenty of bar experience, so I know my way around alcohol. 

"Miss. It's Miss Bowman, not Mrs., but you can call me Sophie. Be back here at five and ask for Rusty. He'll get you acquainted." I shake his hand and welcome him on board. He gets up from his chair and walks out the door while I literally drool from checking out his ass. Wow! I'm going to get myself into some trouble now. 

I have to say, I'm not surprised he is doing great. It has been, what, three weeks since I hired him? We get along well. We banter back and forth and flirt like crazy. On more than one occasion he has told me that I am beautiful. I always blush and take it in a joking manner. I should really just go for it, even though he is my employee. "Hey Wyatt, thanks again for closing with me tonight? With all the robberies going on lately, I just don't feel too safe doing it by myself." 

"Seriously, it's no problem at all. Besides, we can talk a little and get to know each other better." Wyatt says in such a flirtatious way. Is he suggesting something?  

"Let's grab a beer and sit for a few." I tell him as I pull out two chairs side by side. I sit in one and so he takes the other.  

"I have to be honest with you, Sophie. I might have an ulterior motive for accepting to close with you, not that safety didn't play a part in it." 

"And what would that be?" I'm pretty curious now. 

"Well, so we could be alone together." Wyatt has a slight grin forming on his mouth.  

"What if I told you that wouldn't be a problem?" There it is, I let it out. 

"So Sophie, I have to wonder why we're just sitting here when we could be doing something more... actively satisfying?" 

"Let me just improve our position then." I'm going to do it. No backing out now. I stand up, turn to face him, and crawl into his lap. With one leg on either side of him, I wrap my arms around his neck and lean forward to bite on his lower lip. I feel him becoming aroused, the bulge in his pants straining against the material. My pulse is racing, knowing that I am doing this to him. He reaches for the hem of my shirt, tugging it over my head. So glad I put on the matching emerald green lace bra and thong. I lean into him slightly and he unhooks my bra, letting it drop to the floor. My breathing is getting heavier by the minute. 

"You're so sexy." His voice sounds a bit raspy. Almost like he might be having a little trouble breathing too. I quiver with excitement. He cups my breasts in both hands and squeezes them. I feel as if I'm going to come right here. 

"Is this what you want, Sophie?" 

"What do you want? Do you want my hand right here, stroking your cock, or do you want to slide inside me?" He manages to rid himself of his shirt, pants and briefs. That escalated pretty fast, so I follow his lead and rise up to shimmy out of my clothes. He grabs a condom from his pants and slides it over himself. He pulls me forward to take my breast into his mouth. He rolls my nipple with his tongue, he sucks on it between his lips, and bites lightly. He moves to my other breast and does the same. We both let out a groan.   

I start to rock back and forth, pressing my pussy against him and his hand drops between my legs to slide his fingers in my wet folds. He finds my clit and begins to rub. I tell him it feels good, but need more. I think he got the hint. He pulls me up to position himself at the entrance of my core. I grab a hold of his erection and place just the head inside me. I don't move my body, but I flex my muscles around the head of his cock. He stares at me like a savage beast waiting for its prey. 

I slide down slowly so he can fill me up. Boy does he fill me up, stretching me to the fullest. I can feel the blood throbbing and pulsing from his cock deep inside me.  With short, wet thrusts of our tongues, we kiss. Our bodies begin to move and melt against each other, bringing bliss to the world. The only driving force are the thrusts of me going down and him pushing up into me. 

It is so overwhelming, I'm spiraling out of control. I pull back from our kiss and I cry out as my orgasm takes a hold of me wave after wave. He follows right after and I can feel the warmth of his seed through the condom. This is only making my orgasm stronger. It's like our bodies were made for each other. We slow down our thrusts to a stop and I collapse against his chest. He slides my head to the side so he can see me. 

"Come back with me to my place and I can take you properly, more slowly. I want to appreciate your body because there is so much more to experience." With that, we stand and quickly dress knowing that the night has just begun.   


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