Beer, Boobs, and a Glass of Something Creamy

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My husband is a bit of a “real ale” nut. Whenever we go to a different pub, he always has to check out what beer it’s serving, and whether it’s proper cask ale or not. Nothing gets him more excited than trying a new beer, unless it’s one from a brand-new brewery, in which case he practically has an orgasm in his trousers. And apparently “cask beer” isn’t the same as “craft beer” either. Or at least not necessarily.Not that I mind particularly. My dad was a bit like that too, so I got used to family days out being organised around where there was a good pub, and once I was old enough to drink (legally) he’d refuse to buy me anything other than “proper beer”. So, I grew up with an appreciation of good British ale, and I don’t drink mass-produced lager unless I absolutely have to.But Jim is a bit more serious about it even than that. He’s a member of the Campaign for Real Ale (or CAMRA for short) and helps to organise a beer festival that takes place every year in a local park. This year, they were a bit short of people to help out behind the bar on a couple of days, so he twisted my arm. I’ve done a bit of part-time bar work at university, so I know how to pull a pint properly, although at CAMRA beer festivals the beer is usually served straight from the barrel, so it’s just a case of turning a little tap thing and watching it pour out into the glass, making sure it doesn’t go too far over the line.It was a hot sunny day, and I’d been told that it could get very warm inside the marquees, so I dressed accordingly. I wore a tank top with low-cut arm holes, which I thought would help keep me cool, and a short, loose skirt. Instead of one of my sensible bras, I put on a pretty bikini top (red with white polka dots) that supported my boobs but didn’t cover up very much.I’d been a bit worried that I’d be the only girl working behind the bar, but Jim told me that a woman called Claire would be there as well, along with her boyfriend. I’d met Claire a few times before and liked her a lot. She was a bit of a flirt, but good fun to be with, so I began to think the day might be enjoyable after all.Even better, it turned out that Claire had helped out at a few beer festivals before, so the bar manager asked her to show me the ropes and keep an eye on me until I got into the swing of things. She wasted no time casting an approving glance over what I was wearing, and even pulled my shirt up to have a proper look at my bikini top underneath.“That’s cute,” she said. “The guys will love that, especially the way it shows through your t-shirt.”There was already a queue of keen drinkers outside, waiting for opening time, so it didn’t take long before everyone was busy serving. Some of the drinkers were clearly out to try as many different beers as possible and took care to tick off each different one in their booklets. But there were other groups who were just out to enjoy a few drinks with their Şerifali Escort mates, and soon the marquee was full of the sound of drunken banter and revelry.Claire and I got a few cheeky comments from some of the younger guys as we served them, but we were both used to that sort of thing and gave as good as we got. We were allowed to have a drink ourselves, as long we didn’t get too pissed, and after a couple, I began to feel quite relaxed.After a while, Claire nudged me.“Here, Annie, have you noticed the way lots of people seem to ask you for beers from the bottom row?” she observed.I gave it a moment’s thought.“Possibly,” I admitted. “Maybe there are some nice beers down there.”“Or maybe it’s because when you bend down, they can see down the front of your shirt at your tits!”“Claire!” I said, pretending to be shocked. But then I realised that she was right, at least about the way my shirt front hung open and my tits swung about when I was bending down.“I’m not surprised they’re so keen for a good look,” she went on. “Maybe you should take your bikini off and give them a proper treat.”At first, I just laughed, but then I got a bit turned on by the idea. It was hot, and my bikini was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable, and I began to wonder if I dared take it off. My tits aren’t exactly massive, so all people would get was a little bit more bare flesh from certain angles. Surely there wasn’t anything wrong with that.So, the next time we were next to each other, I whispered to Claire.“You know what you were saying earlier, about giving them a treat? I think I will.”Claire looked shocked, then delighted.“You’re kidding. Would you really?”“Sure, why not? You should do the same. I bet we’d sell a lot more beer.”“I don’t know, it sounds a bit slutty.”“Oh, come on, it was your idea. And anyway, I often don’t wear a bra when it’s hot. Look, I don’t even need to take my shirt off. Just give me a hand and unclip me.”I turned my back on the waiting punters, and Claire put her hand up the back of my t-shirt and untied my bikini. Deftly, I doubled up my arm and slipped one strap down and off, then pulled it through and down the other sleeve.“Ta-daa!” I said, turning round with my bikini top in my hand, my little bare breasts swinging under my shirt. “Who’s next?”“Cor, fuckin’ hell,” said one guy. “I’ll have a half of that one,” pointing at a barrel on the bottom row.I took his glass with a smile and bent over to fill it. As I was leaning over, I peeped down the front of my shirt, and could see my dangling boobs and exposed nipples. I blushed: they were a bit more visible than I’d thought they would be. But it was too late now, and I handed the guy his drink.“Cheers, great stuff,” he said, and I wondered if he meant the beer, or my boobs.While I’d been getting the beer, Claire had popped behind the rack of beer and taken her bra off too. Her boobs Şerifali Escort Bayan were quite a bit larger than mine, and she had big dark nipples that really showed through her shirt.“Erm, wow!” was all I could say when I saw her. She jiggled them about a bit.“Come on, back to work,” she said. “Look at all the people waiting.”Now, even more people seemed to want to be served by us. The bar manager soon noticed what was going on, and he made us move to different parts of e bar, to try and stop all the customers bunching up in one area. After a while, it was time for our break, and we went to sit in the staff tent to get a bit of peace and quiet. If anything, it was even hotter now, and we were both warmer than ever, even in just our t-shirts.“I wish I could take mine off completely,” moaned Claire.“Me too,” I agreed. “I wonder if I can tie it up a bit at the bottom.”I tried to pull my shirt up and knot it, but it was too small and there just wasn’t enough spare material.“Bugger,” I moaned. “If I had some scissors, I’d cut the bloody bottom off.”“I’ve got some in my bag,” said Claire, “If you’re serious.”“Go on then, it’s an old shirt,” I said. “Just a couple of inches should be enough. But be careful!”Claire found her scissors and, once she’d made the first cut, made quick work of the bottom three inches or so of my shirt, just above my belly button. I wiggled my tummy and giggled.“How about you now?” I suggested, and Claire nodded, handing over the scissors.I made a few tentative snips, but somehow I got a bit lost round the back and ended up taking off much more than I’d meant to. I bit my lip and looked a bit worried as Claire stood up and looked at her now very short shirt.“Shit, Annie, you’ve cut way too much off,” she moaned.It was true; I had. Even when she was standing normally, the material hung loosely off the curve of her big knockers, barely covering them. And when she stretched up, the material rose up as well, leaving an awesome couple of inches of the bottom of her boobs clearly visible.“You pillock, I’ll have to put my bra back on now,” she moaned. “Else I’m just showing way too much bare underboob.”“No way!” I said. “You look awesome. Cut off a couple more inches of mine, then we’ll be the same.”She gave me a look, then quickly cut off a wide strip. I raised my arms and couldn’t believe what she’d done. As the shirt rose up, practically the whole of my boobs emerged from underneath; not just the bottom half, but even my nipples. I might as well have been wearing nothing, except that, because I was almost covered, it was way sexier.“You slut, Annie,” giggled Claire, as if it was my fault and not hers. “Anyone can see your nips now!”Just then, the bar manager came round to tell us to get back to work.“Jesus Christ, girls,” he said when he saw what we’d done. “We don’t have a licence for that sort of thing!”“Oh, cool it, Escort Şerifali Ron,” said Claire. “Just think how much more beer we’ll shift now.”And she was right about that. In fact, if it did nothing else it helped to sell a few more of the beers on the upper racks. Now that both Claire and I showed off as much if not more boob when we reached up high, the upper casks were soon flowing. I have to admit, I enjoyed the sensation as the shirt lifted up off my boobs each time, the air circulating for a few seconds around my exposed nipples while the beer flowed. Not only were the top casks becoming more popular, lots more people were ordering pints instead of thirds or halves, because they got a longer look! I could have got a chair and stood on that, I suppose, but it would have been much less fun. Once, when Claire was handing over a filled glass, I crept up behind her, put my hands up under the front of her shirt and squeezed her bare tits. In revenge, she pulled my top up completely, giving everyone a proper look at mine.Just in time, before things went too far, it was time to close up. We just had to clean up the bar and leave the place to the security guys who would keep an eye on the beer until we re-opened the following day.Jim came over, and I lifted my arms and kissed him, letting my t-shirt rise up and bare my little boobs again. I rubbed them against his chest as we snogged.“Fucking hell, Annie, what have you been doing?” he said with a long-suffering grin. I explained what had happened.“You have got to get these girls back again next year,” said Ron. “We’ve sold shitloads more beer than any other day, and it’s mostly thanks to them.“You look bloody hot, the two of you,” said Jim.“I am a bit,” I admitted. “Hell, now the public’s all gone, I don’t suppose anyone’ll mind if I strip off a bit more.”I pulled what was left of my t-shirt off over my head, and sat down at one of the plastic tables, completely topless. My little tits felt a bit sticky, so I wiped them down with my shirt.“I should have done this earlier,” I said, “it’s much nicer.”Jim shook his head with a wry smile. “For fuck’s sake, Annie, you really don’t care, do you?”Now, you have to remember that I was a bit drunk by now, otherwise, I probably wouldn’t have done what I did next. I leant over and grabbed at Jim’s crotch, feeling his cock curled up inside his trousers. I squeezed it gently, then began to pull down the zip of his fly.“Whoa, babe,” he said, trying not to laugh, “What’s this all about?”“Oh, come on, the work’s over, let’s have some fun,” I said. “All this flashing my tits has got me horny.”As I spoke, I delved into the front of his trousers, found his cock, and scooped it out. As I cradled it, I felt it already start to swell.“He’s up for it anyway,” I giggled, and pulled Jim towards me. I leant over, stuck out my tongue and began to lick at his knob. I kissed it, then sucked the whole of his helmet into my mouth.“Go Annie,” cried Claire. “Give him a good one.”I looked up and saw that her boyfriend had got his hands up under her top and was kneading her bare tits. She pulled her top up to give him full access, and I could see how aroused she was; her nipples were huge and hard.

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