Recommend Blogs: MILF NEXT DOOR took my seat in one of the dusty, red stools at the end of the bar. It had been a long day and it had taken a toll on my stress level. I let down my long chestnut hair and gave a sigh of relief that the day was over as Jose, the usual bartender, walked over to pour my usual whiskey old fashioned.
"Long day, huh?" He asked with his light ethnic accent.
"Could have always been worse" I replied with a slight smile.
It was nice coming here, as I had been almost four nights a week for the past year or so. Jose and I have come to know each other pretty well. He was 42, divorced and always ready to lend his ear out when I needed it. He had always commented on why a woman of 26 could live solely on work and no play. I always just laughed him off with my sexy slanted grin and pretended to think lightly of his enticing gestures. Up until tonight, I had never thought things would have gone that far
