Pete's Pub

Except that Sarah wasn't ready for him to go. She tugged on his hand and pulled him back into his chair. The look of surprise on his face was new to Sarah, and it caused her to giggle. His surprise turned to a look of amusement, as he sat back and enjoyed watching Sarah laugh at his expense.

Once the giggles went away, Sarah turned to Pete and said, "I need to be serious here for a moment. I think we need to talk about us, Pete – I need to know a couple of things, and only you can provide me with the answers."

Pete grabbed her hand and said, "Are you sure you're just not delirious from exhaustion after working so hard? That was the busiest Friday night I can remember us having in a long time, and you worked many hours without so much as one break."

Sarah shook her head. "No, Pete, it's not that. I may be tired, but I'm thinking as clear as a bell. I've been thinking about these words all night, and now it's time to share them with you."

She scooted over closer to him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Pete, I'm falling for you. Without a doubt, you are the first man in my life with whom I have had these feelings. At first I thought I was turning to you because you were becoming the father figure I never had. But gradually I began to realize that it was more than that. The walk in the park, where we shared each other's personal stories, was like a fairy tale to me – a perfect afternoon with a perfect man. The thought that you'd allow me to sleep in your spare bedroom just because you cared about me, even though you hadn't yet known me for even a week – things like that are too nice to just brush off as a kind gesture.

"I've looked down on you several times from the window when I've been upstairs by myself. I know you didn't put it there so a girl could fall for you, but each time I watch you, you are engaged with your customers and they are always laughing and smiling. You warm their hearts, Pete, just like you have warmed mine from the first day I met you. Even looking up from washing the glasses tonight, and seeing you work your charm on those poor, innocent customers who have no idea they are in for more of a good time than they thought. It makes my thoughts even more certain that I'm falling for you, Pete Cole.

"You have changed me in three weeks' time from a career-driven person who viewed men as stumbling block in the path to my own success, to a person who now knows there is more to life than working herself to death just because you felt people wouldn't give you a chance. I need you to know that for two reasons – first, to tell you thank you for allowing me to let this part of me loose, and second, because I'm not done exploring this side of me, and I want every minute of that exploration to be with you."

She stopped, staring intently at Pete, reading him for a change in facial expression that would indicate what he thought of her monologue. She could tell he was searching for words to say. He sat still and motionless for quite some time, and Sarah began to worry that she had confessed too much too soon.

Finally Pete looked up at her and smiled, which eased Sarah's worries for at least a couple of seconds. He took her hand in his and kissed it. When he finally spoke, it was in his normal, reassuring way that Sarah loved to hear.

"What you are saying to me, Sarah, is what is going on in my heart and mind as well! I have the same feelings you do – I feel that you have opened up a part of me that has been missing since well before my divorce. Working at BH&H took that out of me, and it led to my family being disconnected from me – something I'm still struggling with to this day. Even though I quit the law firm and started the pub, and even though this is my life and is the best decision I've ever made, there was still something missing, and I didn't know what it was until you walked in that first night when you missed the train.

"I saw in you sitting there on that end bar stool what I used to be like – young and idealistic, seemingly with the world at my beck and call. And yet I knew that for me anyway, that was the course to disaster. So when I met you that first night, I hoped to show you that there was more to life than the ridiculous hours at work, the relentless pursuit of your goals, the drive to be at the top of your profession – even to the point where you lose all other feeling inside. I had been there, and I didn't want you to make the same mistake.

"So I turned on the ol' "Pete charm" – and when you came back the next night, I was thrilled! I felt like the charm was working, and you could learn to take time out for fun. I was afraid when you told me of this big project to which you had been assigned, because I knew what was in store for you as you worked on it. But when you agreed to stay in my spare room whenever you needed it, my hope was restored.

"But what I didn't figure was that your warm and beautiful side was going to grab my heart and not let go. The person I was trying to help you become was actually the person for whom my feelings started to grow. My plan for you worked well – too well, as it turned out, because I fell into the plan without even the least bit of resistance.

"You tell me you watched me tonight. I did the same thing – seeing you over at the sink, never complaining, just doing what you could to help out the pub – to help out me. And I know if you ever got to work out on the floor with the customers, they would be just as enamored with you as I am. Your intelligence is unquestionable; but your social side is pretty strong as well."

Sarah got up and moved over to sit on Pete's lap. They hugged, and she laid her head on Pete's shoulder. They sat there together for a few minutes before Pete stirred.

"Sarah, I have to ask you a question, because it's bothering me. Aren't you concerned about our age difference? I'm old enough to be your father! Don't you think you should be looking for guys who are closer to your own age? I'm flattered that our relationship has progressed this far, but this is a big concern to me."

Sarah looked at Pete with a grin on her face, and he knew she was looking forward to this answer. "Well, counselor, here's where I expose the flaw in your argument. You stated that I should be looking for guys closer to my own age. The facts are that I wasn't looking at all – you just appeared, and the rest is history! I couldn't control how my feelings grew for you. I certainly couldn't control the age difference, but then I haven't had any desire to. When I saw you, I didn't see a happy old man. I saw a happy man who only wanted to share his happiness with others. If you think the age difference is a problem, perhaps you shouldn't have been so charming. It's too late now, Pete – you set the trap, lured me in, and I'm not going anywhere!"

She gave Pete a kiss – again on the lips, which he returned with a hug as well. She looked at him again when the kiss was done and said, "Since you aired a concern, I have a couple as well. I'm concerned about the reaction of your kids. I'm not sure they are going to like the fact that their father's special friend is only a few years older than they are."

Pete looked sternly at Sarah and said, "Listen – my personal life is none of their business. I will do what's best for me, and if that's having a special friend who is a little older than my kids, then so be it. I would hope they would see how happy you're making me and choose to be part of our family. I think that will be easier with Nora than with Daniel, since he still doesn't like to come around. But even if they decide they don't want to see me again, that's not my problem – it's theirs. I will do what's best for me – and right now, that's you."

He kissed her again, and ran his fingers through her hair as he asked, "What's your other concern?"

"Well, I'm new to all of this, and I'm a little nervous. I've never been with a man before – socially and...well, sexually. You need to remember that as we move forward."

Pete chuckled, and then replied, "Sarah, my dear, instinct is a powerful force in nature, and I'm pretty sure your instinct will help you through this. But just in case you still aren't sure, I promise – on my honor – to take it at a pace at which you are comfortable. It's been several years for me as well, but I think we'll be just fine. I can give you lessons if need be. Do you trust me?"

"Pete, I trust you completely. That's the first time I've ever told anybody that. I trust you, Pete – I trust you to take care of me and show me how to take care of you."

They stood up together and kissed again, and this time Pete allowed himself to pursue the kiss a little further, offering his tongue to Sarah, and receiving hers in return. Their hug was tighter, their hands moving over each other's back. It was the most romantic kiss of their new relationship.

When they stopped, Pete separated himself and turned to look at the mess left behind by the large crowd. He looked back at Sarah and said, "I know you're tired. If you want to go on upstairs, I'll take care of this and be up in a little while."

Sarah had other plans. "That's not good enough, Pete – why don't you take me upstairs now, and let's get started with those lessons." She smiled seductively at Pete – at least as much as she knew how.

Apparently it was enough, because she held her hand out for Pete to grab, and once he did, she led him to the stairway up to the apartment. They flipped the light switch that turned off the lights over the bar, and then slowly made their way up the stairs to the apartment, not stopping until they were in Pete's bedroom.

Pete looked around and laughed. "If I had known we were going to be doing this tonight, I might have made an effort to clean this room better!"

Sarah shook her head no and said, "It looks fine to me." She pulled him over by the bed, where they stood facing each other. They embraced and locked in another kiss – something with which they were getting pretty comfortable.

They parted once more and stood facing each other. Always being the gentleman, Pete asked, "Are you sure you want this, Sarah?" As she reached out her arms toward him, she whispered "Pete..." and took his hands and put them on her breasts, still covered with her t-shirt and bra. With his hands firmly in place, she stepped forward again, and this time kissed him fully, lips open, tongue searching for his. As he kissed her, Pete started massaging her breasts, eliciting a soft moan deep within Sarah's throat.

Pete stepped back, and Sarah unbuttoned his shirt and opened it, finding a white undershirt beneath. She undid the last button and slipped the shirt off of his arms, tossing it on the floor, before grabbing the bottom of the undershirt and pulling it over his head. Next it was his turn, and he reached for the bottom of her t-shirt. She held her arms up over her head as he lifted the shirt, revealing a plain white cotton bra.

They continued taking turns. Pete kicked off his shoes and reached down to grab his socks from his feet. Standing back up straight, Sarah unfastened the belt of his khaki pants – standard pub uniform apparently, since he always wore them – and then undid the clasp on the waistband and pulled the zipper down. She guided his pants to the floor, where he stepped out of them, one leg at a time. He was left in only blue plaid cotton boxers.

Pete moved back over to Sarah. She slipped out of the pair of sandals she had found to work in the pub that evening. She unbuttoned the denim shorts she had on, and Pete helped her slide them down her legs and onto the ground, where she stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. She was wearing simple white cotton panties – there had never been reason for her to buy sexier bras and panties before, although now she was contemplating a shopping trip to pick up some essential items.

They stood before each other – each nervous as could be, yet not wanting to show that to the other. Sarah broke the stillness of the moment first by reaching down and unhooking the front closure of her bra, before slipping it off of her shoulders. For the first time ever, her breasts were exposed to a man. She looked at Pete as he studied her, and she hoped he liked what he was seeing. Her breathing rate had increased, and her breasts raised and lowered in time to her inhalations. The soft swell of her breasts was capped with dark cherry nipples, standing out against the pale white of her skin. Each nipple was surrounded by a narrow areola, rimmed in tiny bumps that protruded from the soft surrounding skin.

Pete stepped forward once again and cupped the now bare breasts with his soft hands. When he found her nipples, he gently tweaked each with his thumb and forefinger. Sarah gasped and threw her head back. She had touched herself before, but never this forcefully, and never with the resulting tingling that seemed to fire all the way down to her pubic area. She placed her hands on top of his, and together they continued to caress the silky mounds of her breasts.

Pete got bolder, and leaned down and took her left nipple into his mouth. She cried out "Oh!" as he closed his lips around her nipple and sucked gently. Sarah grabbed the back of his head and held him in place as he enthusiastically sucked away. "Oh Pete, that feels so good! Ohhhh..." Urged on by her comments, Pete increased the intensity, to the point that he was using his teeth to barely bite the swollen nub. After a couple of minutes, he switched to the other nipple, so both sides could get equal treatment.

Sarah's knees grew weak, and she leaned on Pete's shoulder as he continued his attention to her nipple. Finally he stood up and looked at her, pleased with the glassy look he saw in her green eyes. They came together in another embrace, and as Pete could feel her nipples poking him in his chest, she could feel the steel insistence of his erection pressing against her panties. Pete whispered in her ear, "Your breasts are perfect – I couldn't imagine any other being better than what you have." Sarah clutched him even tighter, as one of her fears imploded and left her mind forever.

They parted once more, and Sarah knelt down and grabbed the waistband of his boxers. She pulled them down slowly, revealing what she already knew – Pete was hard and standing at full mast. He stepped out of his boxers just as Sarah reached up and grabbed his cock with both hands. She studied it like a scientist studies a newly discovered object. She stroked it a few times before leaning forward and kissing it on the tip. Pete hissed out a soft "Yes," which told Sarah to do it again. This time she added her tongue, taking turns with licking and kissing. Pete couldn't help but clench a couple of times, causing it to lurch in her hands – the second time leading her to look up at him and smile.

Sarah looked again at Pete's erection, now being held deftly by her hands. She suddenly felt inadequate – her lack of experience making her feel as though she wasn't going to be good enough for him. She looked up again and said, "Pete, I don't know what to do – I've never done any of this before."

He smiled and stood her up, and looking into her eyes, said, "Relax, Sarah – nobody is perfect the first time. Hopefully we'll have lots of time to explore all of those things. But tonight, it's about you and me getting to know each other very well. So don't be too hard on yourself – everything will be just fine."

He cupped the back of her head and pulled her into a quick kiss. He could feel her shoulders relax and become less tense. He understood her nerves – everybody has a right to be nervous their first time, he thought. He also knew that she was worried about his experience, since he'd been married for so long before his divorce. He just had to make sure she felt special, because he wanted her to fondly remember her first time for the rest of her life.

Pete dropped to one knee and reached for her panties, but before he pulled them down, he touched the front panel with his index finger. He guided his finger through her channel, between the lips of her labia, before bringing it forward again, up and over her clit before stopping right below the waistband. He repeated this several more times, and each time he completed a round, Sarah's breathing increased. By the time he reached for the top of her waistband and pulled her panties off of her rounded ass and down to the ground, her chest was heaving again, making her nipples stand out more prominently than before.

Pete placed his hands on her arms and turned her so that her back was to his bed. He sat her down on the edge and then had her lay back all the way on her back. Her feet were poised right on the edge of the bed, meaning that they were folded tightly against her ass. He parted her knees so that her dark, hairy mound was visible. Sarah was all natural, which suited Pete fine. He leaned in and parted her lips with his hands, revealing the hot pink center of her pussy.

Pete chose that location for the first contact with his tongue. Sarah jumped as she felt his tongue enter her vagina. His ex-wife Gina loved to receive oral, and she had taught Pete just how best to give it so that she could always rely on his oral strengths to give her the orgasm she was seeking. Pete was relying on those skills now as he sought to give Sarah her first orgasm of their new relationship.

Sarah began to squirm on the bed beneath his mouth. She felt his tongue lashing down and around her vagina, stopping every once in a while to tickle her inner labia. She was familiar with her body, but she had never before felt feelings like this coming from her most intimate areas.

Pete's tongue trailed up from her vagina toward her clit. He flicked it a couple of times with the tip, causing her to lunge up harder into his mouth. He reached up with his hands and grabbed her hips to hold her still. He then launched what most appropriately could be called a full-scale assault. Before she knew what hit her, Pete attacked her clit with his tongue – flicking it, sucking on it, licking it – before repeating the sequence, only in a different order each time.

Pete's assault didn't allow Sarah any time to prepare for his attack, so she certainly wasn't prepared for the orgasm she was about to have either. It rolled forcefully upon her and exploded in her loins, shooting white hot tongues of sparks throughout her body. She screamed as she felt pulse after pulse of pleasure rip through her. She sat up quickly and grabbed Pete around the neck, yelling out things like "Oh, shit" and "Fuck that's sooo good!" that showed she wasn't able be her normally collected self. Pete just held on, and waited for her to come back down to earth. He could feel the rapid beat of her heart against his chest and hear her pants as she struggled for air.

Sarah held on until the sensations started to wane. She looked at Pete with glassy eyes and began forcibly kissing him, driving her tongue into his mouth over and over again. Every few seconds, she had to break for air, but then she'd pick right up again where she left off. Pete continue holding her, his right arm on her back while his left arm glided through her long dark hair.

The kiss over, Sarah hung her head down, still collecting her breath. When she looked again, she saw Pete with a pretty proud grin on his face. She couldn't help but smile. As she gathered her thoughts to speak, she thought about this man who not only could make her warm and happy outside of the bedroom, but apparently knew some pretty amazing skills inside.

She said, "Never...never before have I felt ANYTHING like that! Is it always like that, Pete?"

He continued his grin and said, "I'd like to think so, but only you will know for sure. But it sure looked like you had a good time from my vantage point!"