Ned Nadal was a nurse by day and a bartender by night. Most days as a bartender were generally very routine. Random people came to the bar, he served them alcohol, they tipped him, they danced, they drank more, the night ended, and he was happy to have decent tips. This was a new bar. He hadn’t been here very long and he had never worked a Saturday night before so he wasn’t familiar with the regulars yet. He figured it would be a regular night at a bar. They were all the same. But tonight there was something different. There was a woman. Damn. How cliche? He was suffering from love at first sight with a woman at a bar where he was the bartender. Okay, so maybe not “love” but certainly “lust.” How many romantic comedies had been written that started out that way? At the end of every one, the couple would live happily ever after, having realized that it really was love at first sight, even though they pretended it was lust. This was lust.
The woman wasn’t classically attractive. She was unique. It was hard to tell from the other side of the bar, but it seemed like she was pretty tall. He couldn’t see the shoes she was wearing when she was up close but when she walked away from the bar, her heels didn’t seem too tall. What he did notice was that she was wearing nylons. He would give anything to feel her nylons. To Ned, there was nothing more attractive than a woman wearing nylon stockings. He wondered if they were full or if they were thigh high. He hoped thigh high, but he didn’t really care. It would be unlikely that he would get to find out, realistically, but he couldn’t help but wonderful.
Unfortunately, she was driving him to distraction. He wanted to make a good impression since he was still new at the bar. But he felt like he wasn’t doing himself a service at this point. And he really shouldn’t start trying to get under the dress of a customer if he was trying to make a good impression. He was certainly new enough that he wasn’t going to be allowed to close up on his own so he would have no choice but to say goodbye to her at some point.
Of course, all of this train of thought was hinging on the fact that she would stay until the end of the night and there was no guarantee that she would.
She came up to the bar again and ordered another drink. He briefly thought about not charging her for it but knew that would be a big mistake professionally so he put it on her tab. Her tab! He looked at the credit card she had handed over earlier in the night. Her name was Marigold Maldonado. What a unique name, just like the girl. Amazing.
He walked back to the bar and served a few more customers but he wasn’t nearly as busy as he had been earlier in the night. He started doing his closing duties when he could fit them in between customers. Before he knew it, it was almost 2 and the bar would be closing. The manager had the DJ announce last call and he breathed a sigh of relief. She was there, ordering juice this time. Apparently she didn’t want another alcoholic drink right before they closed. He served it to her and caught her eye as he did. Their fingers touched and all he could think was that he hoped he would actually get to talk to her.
It felt like five minutes but it must have been more than that because the when the lights came up, he was surprised. A few people left almost immediately. A few more finished their drinks and then wandered out. A few were slow to move toward the door. Marigold was one of them. He went over to her.
“Hi,” he said. What a great opening line. He inwardly rolled his eyes at himself.
“Hi,” she replied.
“I’d offer to get you a drink but I can’t.”
“I know,” she said. “Last call was fifteen minutes ago.”
“Yeah.” He noticed that she didn’t have a drink and she hadn’t seemed to be hanging out with anyone in particular, though she seemed to know a lot of people. So what was she doing now? “So…” he didn’t know what to say.
“I should probably check out my tab,” she said.
“Oh!” Was that the only reason she was staying? “Yes, of course.” He went and ran her credit card and brought her the slips to sign. She scribbled on one of them and handed it back to him. He glanced at it wanting to keep his eyes on her as much as possible. But then something caught his eye. She had written him a fairly large tip but at the very bottom of the receipt was a phone number. “Is this…” he started to ask, but she finished the question for him.
“My phone number? Yeah.”
“Do you have to rush home?” he asked.
“No,” she replied.
“If you wait for me, we can go do something.”
“What do you want to do?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Diner?” There wasn’t much else open at this hour of the night and he was hungry. It had been a long day.
She waited for him at the bar until she was literally the last customer in the place. Then she moved to the door and hovered there. The manager walked toward her and she stepped out into the cool air. Ned was nervous that she would leave since he hadn’t come out quickly, but he couldn’t get out any faster than he was already.
Finally he was free and he was happy to see that she was still standing out on the street, waiting for him. “Hey,” he said and smiled.
“Hey,” she echoed.
“Oh, I’m Ned,” he said and he offered his hand for her to shake. She shook his hand almost formally and then they started walking. “I have a car here if we want to take it.”
“How far is the diner?” she asked.
“Five minute walk?”
“That’s fine, we can walk then.” She smiled and we started walking. “So tell me more about you,” she requested.
He was surprised that she was so interested in learning more about him. He couldn’t believe she had actually stuck around and waited for him to get out of work. Occasionally there would be a girl who would seem to really be into him but when it came to waiting around for him to get out of work, it was rare that they would follow through. He told her about his day job, how much he enjoyed his life, that he lived alone (always a good thing to let a potential date know).
She seemed really interested in talking to him and hearing about his life. He found that she was really easy to talk to. It seemed like they were at the diner in no time at all. They got a table and sat across from each other. They had coffee and food and before he knew it, the clock above the booth said it was 4 in the morning.
“It’s really late. Or early,” he remarked.
“Yes, it is,” she said. She was clearly starting to get tired and he was starting to feel the same.
“Can I walk you home?”
“I, uh, don’t live in the city,” she said.
“Oh!” She explained how she had moved outside the city and she could take the train but sometimes a cab or Uber was more convenient. In the middle of the night though… it seemed like she really hadn’t thought of the fact that she would have no easy way home at this hour.
“I could drive you home,” he offered.
“That’s really sweet.” She sounded like she was going to decline but then it seemed like she realized she didn’t have a better option. “That would be nice.”
They walked back to the bar where his car was parked and got inside. With no traffic, it didn’t take long before he was pulling into her driveway.
“Wow, a driveway,” he remarked.
“Yeah, I know. That’s why I like living outside the city.”
“This looks nice.” Her house was half of a double but it looked really nice from the outside. He put the car in park, turned it off and got out to walk her to the door. “I just want to make sure you get inside safely,” he said, even though she hadn’t asked.
“I know,” she replied. “You’re such a gentleman.” He smiled and then he went against his gentlemanly nature and kissed her. Their lips touched and her arms slid around his waist without hesitation. He pulled her closer to him and her mouth opened to him. They stood, frozen like that for a long time and then she pulled back from their kiss. “Do you want to come in?”
He couldn’t imagine saying no. “Yes,” he said but she was already pulling him into the house. She shut the door behind him and he beeped his car locked before forgetting the rest of the outside world and getting lost in her.
Ned followed her into her house and before he could make a move, she was on him. She pressed his body against the closed door and kissed him. He let himself relax against the door and wrap his arms around her. Her body was warm and soft. She fit perfectly in his arms. He let her have the illusion of control for a few moments and then he pressed her tongue back into her mouth with his own. He shifted and picked her up off the floor. He was able to lift her without too much difficulty and he broke the kiss so he could speak. “Where do you want me to take you?”
“The bedroom,” she panted, “upstairs.” He carried her up the stairs, her arms around his neck, her lips kissing him anywhere she could reach which was mostly his neck.
“Where?” he asked when he got to the top of the stairs.
“First door on the left,” she said and then she went back to kissing him. He pressed the door open with his foot since it wasn’t latched. He gently laid her on the bed and took possession of her mouth again. He pulled back after another minute of kissing and looked down at her. She was truly beautiful, though he guessed her personality had a lot to do with it. Her breasts were swelling under her dress and he wanted to just pull them out of the strapless dress. She was breathing so heavily and looking at him like she was undressing him with her eyes.
She opened her legs and it was clear that the nylons she was wearing were full length. Damn. She’d have to take them off for him to get access to her pussy. But in the meantime, he’d be able to have fun with them. He ran his hand up her leg and felt the smooth material. It was soft and silky, just like he knew it would be. Her legs must be smooth underneath the nylons. “These are so sexy,” he said.
She blused. “I’m glad you like them.”
“I do,” he said and he ran his hands up and down her legs more. “Are you really attached to them?” he asked.
“No,” she said. “Why?”
“Oh good,” he said and he didn’t answer but he pulled a pocket knife out of his jeans. A flicker of fear lit up her eyes and he realized he would have to tell her what he planned. “I am going to cut your stockings so I can get between your legs. I really want you to still be wearing them.
“So thigh highs would have been a better choice?”
He looked at her, trying to figure out if she was joking or not. He couldn’t tell so he decided to just answer her honestly. “Yes, they would have been a better choice, but since I didn’t know you six hours ago, I can’t say that you made a wrong choice.” He winked and she smiled.
“Well, cut away,” she said and he ran his free hand up her leg again. He pulled the delicate fabric away from her skin before he started cutting it. He was able to slip the knife into the fabric and it started to tear. He worked his way around the top of each of her legs and then asked her to flip over. She did, putting her ass in the air and he worked his way over the back of them and up the middle so he was able to take the top of them off completely.
He ran his hands up and down the back of her thighs and then pressed his finger up to her pussy. She was soaking wet beneath her black panties and he slipped his finger inside them to feel her wetness completely. She moaned softly when his finger touched her hot skin. “You’re so wet,” he said.
She grunted, “Uh huh,” but made no other response.
He pulled her panties down and off of her. They slid over her shoes easily, thankfully. He was nearly obsessed with her nylons but he also liked the sexy heels she was wearing and he didn’t want to have to take them off.
Now he had full access to her pussy and her ass. He moved in behind her and rubbed his face on her nylons. If she thought it was weird, she didn’t say anything. She was clearly getting excited as her hips were starting to move of their own accord. He pressed his face as close to her pussy as he could and inhaled. She smelled sweet and sexy and he knew that he couldn’t wait to dip his tongue into her pussy, but maybe he would trail his tongue up her legs first.