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Last summer I was lucky enough to get a job as a bartender at a large hotel near Chicago.

I am a 22-year-old college student, so the money was great by my standards, but the best part of the job was getting to work for my manager, Kyra. Kyra was a 36-year-old single mom, an incredible beauty whose boyfriend had left her shortly after her son was born. Her thick black hair hung down to the small of her back, and her sexy brown eyes and full lips were enough to convince me that her ex had to be crazy to leave her. Best of all, she had been a track star in college and still had long, well-toned legs topped off by the best ass I had ever seen.

Kyra and I became close friends over the summer, and though I felt an unmistakable sexual tension between us, I never seriously thought anything would come of it. One night in late August I thankfully turned out to be wrong.

The hotel bar closed at midnight, so my coworkers and I could usually make it to a nearby bar by one o'clock. On this particular night I was the first to arrive at the bar, and was surprised to find it rather empty. Kyra walked in about ten minutes later, wearing a dazzling red dress. When she told me the other two bartenders wouldn't be joining us, I joked about the two of us having a romantic evening alone. Kyra told me her son was spending a few days at a friend's house.

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