Now back to the story. Each night during spring break brought in the same scene, a ton of hot college girls dressing in hot outfits and just getting... wasted. The club I worked for was very lenient with girls stripping or flashing their tits and pussy. However the guys were not allowed to touch the females, the bouncers will toss you faster than you could believe. But while the clubbers could not touch the girls, the bartenders could basically do whatever they wanted. First night down. “Um, listen.” He said, “This is all a bit quick for me, you know. I haven’t dated since before I married.”“Wait, you’re married?” I asked.“Widower.” He clarified sadly, “My wife passed a few years ago. I have two kids, early teens.”Something changed in me then; was it pity? No, it was just the realization that Jim was ok. He was vulnerable and could really do with a good hard fuck.No, no, no. He wasn’t a hot guy, he was old, not my type at all. And he was a church going Christian too.“Maybe we. She kept kissing me over, and over again, to where I couldn't even breathe, so my nose became overworked. The top half of her body pushed mine onto the wall. Our boobs met again, my hands went over to her butt. My hands caressed it, even through her shorts, my senses felt like it was a bare butt. "You are one sexy woman too," I muttered. Then her slick fingers exited my slit, and she brought them over to my breasts. Her eyes stayed on mine, as my lady juice became rubbed in on my breasts.. " She sat across my legs and kissed me, hard."You just going to sit there and let me do all the work?" she asked when she broke away a minute later."Sounds good to me." Sometime during the kiss Chad had gained a lap ornament of his own, and his hand roamed DJ's ass as she planted kisses around his face.I glanced at the door. Timmy had closed it when he came in. I figured we'd hear the knob and Kimmy could jump up in time. I kissed her, my hand going to the soft but firm mound over her.