____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o The Bookshelf Directories offer a very wide variety of stories. o o They have been submitted by people from all over the world. Also o o from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no particular order o o other than offering them to you in alphabetical directories. o o o o All works are copyrighted to the author and may not be used for o o profit without obtaining the author's permission in advance. o o o o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult entertainment o o and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Vodka Tonic (MF, rom) By Isis (1993) ******* "Vodka tonic with a splash of lime, please," she said. He turned to make the drink, not paying any particular attention the woman who had ordered it. The bar had been busy, as it usually was on Friday nights, and wasn't it just his luck that the other bartender called earlier and said she was running late. Putting the drink on the bar, he did notice two things about the person who ordered it: it was female, and she was alone. The alone part was kind of unusual. It was rare in these days of monogamy and safe-sex to see a woman at a bar alone - they usually had a date, or had other female friends with them, particularly the Friday night happy hour crowd. He glanced at the clock - only 7:30 - maybe she is just waiting for someone after all. The other bartender arrived with sincere apologies and got to work. He was glad she arrived when she did. The bar was really starting to hop. The after-work crowd was beginning to filter out, and the serious drinkers were moving in. This was the time when things really began to heat up. The DJ started to play on the bar's terrific sound system, and the more the people danced, the more drinks he had to make. The late night crowd also leaned toward the exotic as far as drinks were concerned, which took more time to concoct, so he was grateful for the help - better late than never. He looked over the people at the bar to see who was running low, and noticed Vodka Tonic was in need of a refill. "Would you like another ?" he asked. "Sure," she replied, "I am going to be here for a long time this evening, so fill 'er up." He usually didn't go in for small talk with the bar patrons, but he was curious about this one. She was a nice looking woman, not drop dead gorgeous, but with a certain sophisticated air about her. He noticed the absence of a ring on her left hand, and he also surmised at this point that she wasn't waiting for someone - she had been sitting on that same bar stool for an hour and a half at that point, nursing her Vodka Tonic. He decided to play his own version of Twenty Questions with her, to find out what her game was. "Are you waiting for someone ?". Subtlety was never one of his strong points. She looked at him for a moment before she answered. He was tall, over 6 feet, with an athletic build. He had dark hair that was shoulder length with long bangs, and eyes the color of violets. He was simply dressed in faded jeans and a white collared shirt. "As a matter of fact, I am waiting for someone," she said in a raspy voice, "I'm just not sure who it is yet." OK. Curiosity wasn't the word for it now. He was determined to find out what her story was. He decided to play naive. "I beg your pardon ?" he said. She leaned over the leather bar rail, beckoning him to come a little closer, as if she had a secret to share with him. He complied, and rested his elbows on the bar. "I have a story to tell," she began. "It all started shortly after my thirtieth birthday. I had always heard that a woman reaches her sexual peak in her mid-thirties. I never really gave it much thought when people brought it up, because I couldn't imagine my sex life getting any more active than it already was." She took a long drink. "I was wrong." She paused for a moment and said, "Better fill me up again," she requested. "It's definitely going to be a long night." The bartender took a deep breath. He wasn't sure what was happening here, but he knew that this just wasn't a typical barkeep/patron conversation. He urged her to continue. "It's a long night for me, too. It's my turn to lock up after closing. And I am fascinated - please go on," he said. "Will you please excuse me for a moment ?" she said as she slid off her barstool. He nodded, and watched her move toward the dance floor. She walked to the far side of the dance floor, and stopped to talk to a man who was leaning on a pole, watching the action out on the floor. The bartender kept an eye on them as he refilled drinks for the people seated at the bar. The woman and the man talked briefly. The bartender saw her smile at the man, and she nodded several times. After a few minutes, she returned to her seat at the bar. "Where was I ? Oh, yes. Thirty. Quite a milestone in my life. I am not sure what it was, maybe something hormonal or metabolic. I just know I went through some serious changes. All the sudden, I just couldn't have sex enough. Well, maybe not sex per se. More specifically, orgasms. Is this conversation becoming uncomfortable for you?" She had obviously heard the little gasp that escaped his lips, even above the noise of the music and the crowd. "You are, ah, pretty direct, aren't you ? I am just glad it's too dark in here for you to see a grown man blush. But don't mind me - please continue." She stirred the Vodka Tonic with the tip of her red-nailed index finger. Putting her finger in her mouth, she then slowly withdrew it to remove the last lingering drop of her drink. He blinked slowly and exhaled sharply, as if to shake off the shudder that her little display had caused him. After taking another sip of her drink, she began to speak again. "To make a long story short, Mr. Bartender, I am here to find a sex partner for tonight. Does that shock you ?" "I wouldn't say it shocks me," he replied, "but it does surprise me a little. You are a good looking woman - surely you have a regular partner?" She looked deep into his eyes. "I never said I didn't have a 'regular'. I guess I haven't made myself clear concerning the - depth - of my little affliction. For any normal woman, my sex life would be considered more than adequate - maybe even fantastic. But I can't expect any one man to keep up with my current pace, without using him to the point of physical exhaustion. Mind you, I am not bragging. I would rather have my old libido back, believe me! Do you think it's fun to feel horny beyond words every waking hour? I guarantee you, it's no picnic. It even invades my sleep. When I am not thinking about sex during the day, I am dreaming about it at night." The bartender drew another deep breath. He looked around the bar, noticing the empty glasses around him. He excused himself, promising her that he would return shortly. As he busied himself with refilling drinks and clearing out tabs, he glanced back at Vodka Tonic. She had spun her barstool around, and was surveying the room. He couldn't help but to compare her with some sort of bird of prey. She scanned the room, occasionally resting her gaze for a few minutes. He could only assume that she was sizing up her 'quarry'. When the bartender finally returned to the woman's place at the bar, she turned back to talk to him. She flashed him a smile. "I didn't think you were coming back," she remarked. "Sorry for the delay, but things got a little busy. It should start to wind down now - it's getting pretty late," he said, glancing at the clock over the bar. She looked down at her wristwatch. "I didn't realize it was getting so late. Good thing, though. I am starting to get fidgety, if you catch my drift." He couldn't have caught it any better with a catcher's mitt. After all she had told him, he figured she was about ready to come right there on the barstool. He had to know if she had made her choice yet. He was curious who the lucky guy was going to be. That's pretty presumptive, he thought to himself. She never did mention the words man, male, or guy - for all he knew, she might leave here with another woman. That did it. The bartender then realized that this entire episode was making him feel pretty hot himself. He had to reach down and adjust himself - he was getting excited, and had to relieve the pressure of his jeans, which were becoming increasingly snug. He leaned over the bar, moving his face near enough to feel her breath. "Only another hour until last call, Vodka Tonic. Are you going to fill me in who the lucky one is, or do I have to wait to see for myself?" She looked around the room, taking a deep breath. She turned back to the bartender. "The choice was made hours ago," she said with a hint of a smile. "Do you want to know who it is?" He decided to keep himself in suspense. Teasing was one of his favorite sexual pastimes, even if it was self-inflicted. "Just give me a hint, and I'll see of I can guess," he said to her. "Fair enough." She looked around the bar for what seemed like an eternity, then turned her gaze back to the bartender. Her eyes had become glassy from her passion, and he felt himself becoming almost dizzy from his own heat. "Tonight, I will be having wild, lusty, passionate, unadulterated sex with the last man left sitting at this bar." He couldn't believe his ears. She hadn't really chosen anyone at all. She was leaving her choice to pure chance! This was one lady who liked to live on the edge. He had realized during the course of the evening that she was a different sort, but he was still unprepared for this. He looked around the bar. The majority of the crowd had filtered out, and there were maybe 20 people left in the place. Most of the more eligible (spell that 'attractive') people had already left with whom they came, and the singles had paired off and gone home. He still was astounded that Vodka Tonic was going to let fate decide whom she would sleep with that night. It was almost closing. The bartender had filled the last of the glasses, and had started cleaning up behind the bar. She remained in her place at the bar, nursing the last of her Vodka Tonic. He felt compelled to say something to her, to try to talk her out of this. "Are you sure you want to go through with this ?" he asked. "You don't exactly have the pick of the litter left here to choose from. Maybe you should just take off now and forget this." She smiled a knowing smile at him. "Don't worry," she whispered, "I know what I'm doing." Just then, the man she had talked to on the dance floor earlier in the evening emerged, and sat at the opposite end of the bar from her. He was very attractive, early 30's, with sandy brown hair, neat mustache, impeccably dressed. Thank goodness, thought the bartender, hoping for her sake that this fellow outlasted the drunks and other less than desirables who were the last occupants sitting at the bar. The bartender looked around nervously. This is silly, he mused. Here he was, getting all upset for this woman that he hardly knew, who was playing a game with rules she imposed upon herself. Still, he couldn't help but sigh in relief each time one of the bar occupants departed, while the good looking guy in the suit remained. It looked like Vodka Tonic was going to luck out after all. Just as he was about to announce that the bar was closing, everyone except the woman got up and left the bar, including the Suit. The bar was quiet. The bartender shook his head, black bangs falling across his eyes. He dried his hands one last time on the towel that was tucked into the front of his jeans, and threw the towel onto the bar. He lifted the bar gate, and walked around to the customers' side of the bar, seating himself next to the its only other occupant. She was still sipping on her last Vodka Tonic. She turned to face him. She smiled at him again, and after looking at her for a long moment, he finally spoke. "I guess it just wasn't meant to be tonight," he said. "Bad luck for you that everyone left before you had your chance to make a move. It even looked like that good looking one in the suit was going to be the 'survivor'. Oh well, can't win 'em all." She turned on her bar stool to face him. "Who says I haven't won?" she began. She leaned forward, putting a hand on each of his thighs, giving them a firm squeeze. "I said I was going to have the last man left sitting at this bar, and that's exactly what I plan to do." With that she leaned forward and kissed the bartender full on the mouth. He was startled, but he didn't pull back. Instead, he kissed her in return, his tongue entwining hers. It was a long, deep, wet kiss. When they finally parted, he took her wrists in his hands. "You had this planned all night, didn't you ?" he questioned. She ignored his question. She slid off the bar stool, and stood a few feet away from him, looking him over from head to foot. "Beautiful dark, shiny hair. Eyes the color of wild violets. A wonderful body - great ass if you don't mind my saying so." She walked closer to him once again. "You're not going to ruin my little fantasy night out, are you, Barkeep ?" As if in answer to her question, he picked her up and carried her over to the conversation area, where there were several couches and chairs. He sat her down in one of the large easy chairs. Parting her legs, he pushed her skirt up to her hips, exposing the lacy top of a pair of black stockings, a garter belt, and matching g-string. He slid his thumbs under her g-string, and gently removed it. Her breathing because quick and shallow. She looked into his eyes, and he leaned to her to taste her mouth once more. This time, the kiss was even more passionate, more urgent. She whispered in a low voice to him. "You know what I need." And he did. Without another word, he buried his face between her legs, tasting her. She was wetter than any woman he had ever been with, and it excited him knowing that he was the cause of her wetness. His tongue darted between her lips, flickering at the bud that was blossoming inside. The woman threw her head back, her spine arching. With his hands kneading into the soft flesh of her thighs, he continued to lick and gently bite the center of her womanhood. In a matter of minutes, she began to shudder and moan, and with a gush of warm fluid like he had never tasted before or since, she came in his mouth. The bartender lifted his head to see her face. She was breathing hard, but smiling. "Well," she said, "You are most certainly a good listener. That was exactly what the doctor ordered." The bartender kissed her once again, still kneeling between her knees. Her mouth flowed into his kiss, and she began unbuttoning his shirt. She moved her hands up and down his firm chest, scratching him ever so slightly with her long nails. His kisses became more urgent, and she knew it was time to repay the kind deed that he had just done for her. She gently guided him to his feet. Still sitting on the edge of the chair, she unbuttoned his jeans. She reached both of her hands around to caress that ass she had been admiring all night. Bringing her hands back to his fly, she carefully unzipped his jeans, letting her hands linger on his obvious hardness. She looked up as he threw his head back in anticipation of the ecstasy he knew was yet to come. She pulled his jeans down a bit, just enough to give her better access to his straining cock. It felt hot to the touch, causing a new heat to rise within her. She leaned forward and carefully tasted the very tip of it. His entire body stiffened in response. "Please, don't tease me," he managed to whisper. "But I got the idea that you like a little teasing," she countered. She took another lick, a quick playful flick of her tongue, as if she were tasting a lollipop. "I do, I do, but....not......now !". He could barely speak, his voice coming in halted gasps. Vodka Tonic complied and took most of his length into her mouth, drawing him deliberately in and out. She dug her nails into his firm ass cheeks as she continued her suctioning motion. When she could feel and hear that he was on the brink, she released him. He rested his hands on her shoulders, and his gaze met hers. "I think it's time we do something ......mutual," she said to him. She stood to face him, and they again locked in a kiss, now filled with more urgency than before. They fell together onto one of the couches, and continued kissing, open-mouthed and passionate. He pushed his jeans the rest of the way off, and then began to work on the buttons of her blouse. She was wearing a beautiful black demi-cupped bra, which caused her ample bosom to form cleavage that he would have willingly suffocated in. He put his face between her breasts, and tasted her perfumed skin. He thought to himself, if I die right now, I die a happy man. He moved to position himself face-to-face with her, and travelled up her neck with gentle love bites. He pressed his toned body against hers, and they began to move together in a rhythm that was both ancient and primal. The bartender still had enough of his senses about him to speak up at this point, however, and acted like a responsible lover. "Do you have any....protection ?" he asked. She reached to get her small clutch bag, which she had dropped on the floor beside the sofa. "I do indeed," she said. She reached into the bag and found what she was searching for. She handed him the cellophane packet containing the condom. Then she held something else up for him to see. It was a small gold ring -a wedding band. She looked him in the eye and proceeded to put it on the ring finger of her left hand, where it came to rest like it had every day for the past 12 years. The bartender took a breath, not quite sure what to make of this development. She looked deep into his eyes. "There is someone I think you should meet," she began. She took her eyes away from his, and looked past the bartender, back to the bar. He turned his gaze to follow hers, and seated at the far end of the bar, shrouded in the dim light and smokey haze, was the man in the suit that he had seen earlier. The Suit was sitting casually on a barstool, taking long drags on a cigarette. He nodded in the bartender's direction, as if to acknowledge his presence. "That," she said in a throaty voice, "is my husband of the last 12 years. He is the most wonderful man in the world, and I love him more than life itself. It was his idea that I experience sex outside the confines of our marriage. Until last year, he was the one and only man I had ever made love with, and when my libido went into overdrive, it was he who suggestion that variety might satiate my.....hunger. He gave me certain guidelines that I must follow, however. First, I must practice safe sex, for obvious reasons. Second, he chooses my partners. So you see, my dear, you have just received the ultimate compliment - another man thought you worthy to make love to the woman he loves. Thirdly, he is allowed to watch the proceedings. It has always been one of his fantasies to see me with another man. And finally, no names are exchanged and each partner is a one-nighter.....this is just sex, not a relationship. Pretty simple rules, and everyone goes home happy." The bartender paused to let all this sink in. There was a time when something like this might have caused him to come down, to loose interest. But after spending the evening talking to this woman, then tasting her and being tasted by her, he knew he was at the point of no return. Without a word, he opened the cellophane wrapper containing the condom. He took his cock in his hand, and gave it a few slow strokes, his eyes closing. He heard her release a slow breath, and he thought, looks like her husband isn't the only one who likes to watch. He rolled the condom on, then pressed his body against hers once again. He put his mouth to hers, drawing her tongue into his hot mouth. She eagerly returned his kiss, and put her hands around his hips, pressing him tightly to her. He nuzzled at her breasts, took his pulsating hardness into his hand, and guided it between her legs. He began pushing against her slowly, to give her time to accommodate him. She moved her hips forward as if in greeting, and his entire length disappeared inside her warm wetness. They began to move in rhythm again, as if in time to an unseen drum. She took his head in her hands, and looked him straight in the eyes as they made love, running her hands through his hair. God, this feels incredible, he thought silently. Even before it was over he was beginning to mourn the fact that this was the one and only time he would ever get to experience this woman. He felt drawn to her, not just physically, but emotionally as well. It surprised him to have these feelings. After all, wasn't it usually the man that just wanted raw sex, and the woman who needed and wanted more? The bartender continued to look deep into her eyes as he felt the familiar sensations that signaled the beginning of his climax. He thrust deeply into her, and she pulled him closer. Their passion ignited, and it felt to each as if they couldn't get close enough to each other. He felt her walls tighten around him, sending him over the edge. She moaned and writhed beneath him, her own orgasm washing over her in great waves, like a storm on the shoreline. Minutes passed, and they lay still, arms still encircling one another. Once his breathing returned to a more normal rate, he stood up and gathered his clothes. She rose also, and they began to dress, facing opposite directions. They turned to face each other once again, for the last time. She reached out to touch his cheek with the palm of her hand, and gently pulled his face to hers. She placed a soft kiss on his lips, then turned to leave. The bartender took her hand, and pulled her back around to face him. He studied her eyes one last time, and paused, as if he were gathering his thoughts to say something very important. "Goodbye." His mind was so flooded with thoughts and emotions, that this one word was all he could bring to his lips. She smiled one last time, gave his hand a firm squeeze, and walked away. In the hazy half-light of the room, the bartender watched her return to the bar to join her husband. She put her arms around his neck, and they held each other tightly, exchanging no words. With his arm around her waist, and hers around his, they left the building. He sat at the bar, lazily stirring what was left of his drink with a straw. The bartending shift had just changed, and he was still waiting for someone to give him a refill. Finally, the tall blonde with the dancing eyes and bright smile came to take his order. "Hey, Good-lookin', what do you want ?" she asked cheerfully. He looked up from his drink, violet eyes peering from under feathery black bangs. He summoned the only two words he could possibley have in answer to her question. "Vodka Tonic."