This is a true story that happened just before the year 2000 while I was working as a bartender in a busy bar / restaurant complex on the East coast. This was my first proper job out of school and I was working nights and weekends to pay my way through college in the same town. Shortly after my 18th birthday I was promoted to work on the main bar after spending a year or so working in the kitchens and waiting tables in the restaurant. This was a much nicer job to have and it meant you could occasionally flirt with the female customers (especially the young mothers who brought their kids to the various stage school performances that we hosted in the function room, but that's another story!) The company would often bring in extra staff during the summer season as the place would get very busy and we needed the help. One of these extra helpers was a temp called Tracy, I never got her age but I reckon she was probably in her late twenties, early thirties. She was fairly short and a little overweight, but she had an attractive quality that I couldn't quite put my finger on. I never had much opportunity to talk to Tracy over the summer, because we worked in different departments, but she was always a flirt when we did chat and was always dropping funny innuendos. Most of the other women in the kitchens disliked her for that reason but I always got a laugh out of it. Fast forward a couple of months to the end of the summer season and the management had arranged a staff barbecue for us after work one Sunday to say thank you for the hard work we had all put in. This was the first time they had done this, and to be honest it was a bit of a let down. The food was basically all the stock from the freezer they hadn't managed to sell, and the beer was the bottles from the cellar that were near or past their sell by date. Not exactly top drawer stuff but it was free and plentiful so we couldn't complain too hard. We set up the barbecue amongst the chalets near the beach and the twelve of us made the most of what we had. I brought down some cans, snacks and a portable CD player for some tunes and the other staff members brought additional booze and food from their own homes. It became a little colder as the night went on and Tracy asked if she could wear my hooded top as she hadn't brought any extra layers. I wasn't wearing it anyway so I said "go ahead" and kind of forgot about it. The party was just getting interesting when the lights that illuminated the chalets along the seafront automatically switched off at 11pm, plunging us into almost complete darkness. "Time to call it a night" said the boss Everyone grumbled and moaned but there was little we could do about it, this was a quiet part of the beach and not set up for late night entertainment like the rest of the strip a mile down the road. We only set up where we did because it was a five minute walk from the restaurant! The group tidied up the area where we had been and started off on their separate journeys home. Myself and Chris, another bartender, offered to sit with two of the women from the kitchen while they waited for their taxi. It wasn't long before I started to get cold sitting on the big stone sea wall, and when I turned around to find my hoodie, it was gone Where had I put it...? Tracy! Susan, one of the kitchen staff, mentioned that she had seen Tracy been walked home by John the bar manager a couple of minutes earlier. "If you run now you can get it back" she said Chris nodded and said "I'll look after these two. They wont have got far walking on the sand, go after it" I set off down the beach and as my eyes became more accustomed to the darkness I saw Tracy and John walking side by side. The two of them turned around as I approached and I made my apologies for interrupting and asked Tracy if I could get my hoodie back. John, presumably in a huff because he thought he had pulled, despite being at least twenty years older than Tracy, carried on walking and disappeared into the darkness. Tracy began to take off the hoodie and needed some help lifting it over her head, a combination of it being a size too small for her and her being a tad tipsy! I stepped in closer and helped lift it off her her head, she was losing her balance a little while she couldn't see and reached out with both arms and put them around my waist to steady herself The hoodie came off and we were stood toe-to-toe looking into each others eyes for what felt like minutes She pulled me in a little closer and said "thank you for that" I smiled and said "that's okay" while still staring into her eyes There was another long silence as we stared at each other "What do you want?" Tracy asked with a smile on her face I leaned in and kissed her for a second, "a blow job?" I asked Without responding Tracy reached down and unzipped my trousers and pulled my now erect cock out of my boxers. She slowly wanked my cock for a minute while we passionately French kissed and then dropped to her knees in the middle of the dark beach to take me in her mouth. "Don't cum in my mouth, I don't like the taste" she explained before swallowing my bell end "Gutted" I thought to myself, "at least I can enjoy getting it sucked" Now this next part I'm ashamed to write, but she gave a terrible blow job. Her technique was all teeth and no lips and I had to ask Tracy if she could open her mouth any wider to stop them scraping on me. I don't pretend to have some super thick dick or anything but plenty of other women have managed to do it without a hitch I presume she had been asked to open her mouth wide before as she wasn't offended by my request and said "that's as wide as I can go" I suggested she stopped as it was becoming painful "Do you want to shag instead?" she asked "Definitely" I replied with a big smile Tracy got up from her knees and we walked into the giant shadow of the sea wall, cast by one of the old sodium street lights We kissed again, only this time I had my hand down Tracy's trousers and I slid a single finger inside her while she unfastened my trousers and pulled them down with my boxers. She let out a little purr as my finger circled around, moving onto her clit and then deep inside her again. I took my hand away and moved Tracy onto the sand, she kicked her trainers off and laid on her back as I pulled her trousers and knickers down and off her legs. Tracy took my hand and gently pulled me down between her legs. We kissed some more as I reached down and gripped my hard cock, teasing her sopping wet hole and clit with my swollen helmet before slowly sliding it all the way into her. She let out a loud moan and wrapped her arms tightly around my shoulders and back as I began to pick up the pace. The sound of Tracy moaning and calling was a real turn on, and I was fucking her as hard and fast as I could to get more of a reaction! I could only keep up this pace for so long and I told Tracy it was going to make me cum quicker "keep going....cum inside me" she gasped "don't worry about my husband....he's a wimp!" I stopped dead in my tracks, this was the first time I'd fucked a married woman "Your husband?!" I asked "It's fine, you're here now, keep going" she barked I was taken aback by this "I might knock you up if I cum in you, how would you explain that?" "I'm on the pill" Tracy said "you were going to cum in me anyway so what difference does it make if I'm married?" She had a point, I took her word that she was on the pill and kept going. It took me a minute to shake off the shock but we got back into the rhythm and I shot about a weeks worth of cum inside her. Tracy pulled her knickers and trousers back on. I had so many questions going through my head that the only thing I could think to ask was "won't your husband notice your cum-soaked knickers when you get in bed?" "No" she replied "I'll put them in the laundry and find some fresh ones, the lazy git doesn't touch the washing anyway so he won't notice" We dusted ourselves off and I walked Tracy the rest of the way home, we kissed at the end of her street and said our goodbyes. Tracy had another week to work before her contract as a temp ran out. We kept our heads down and brushed off the rumours that John must have started after he walked off in a huff. The irony being, he might have even got laid instead of me if he hadn't fucked off! We said our goodbyes on the last day and had a little kiss and a cuddle in one of the stockrooms before she left. Now the surprise.... About a year after this happened Tracy and her husband turned up at the restaurant as customers and sat down for a meal. I didn't dare go and say hello in case he suspected anything, but when I walked past she gave me a knowing smile and a wink and gestured towards two babies sat in a double pushchair, twin girls! I nearly fucking fell over! I never had the chance to speak to her that day, or any day since, but the smile and the wink towards those girls had to be confirmation that they were mine....and besides, twins run in my family!