A Night Out

It promised to be another ordinary working day. Nothing out of the ordinary... come to work, have a word with co-worker (to whom you have no particular feelings either way) while changing, take a glass of water, turn on the music on the shitty computer and set out a plan for another working day.

That was, until she showed up.

To tell the truth, I had no fucking idea how to describe our relationship. I made crude jokes about her tits and ass... usually when she wasn't within earshot. She made sarcastic quips about my intelligence(or rather, the lack of it) and usually made sure that I heard them clearly.

Then we had a coffee, talked about random nonsense, exchanged more sarcasm with each other and usually had a good laugh at the expense of one of us or the random coworker we chose to badmouth on that particular day.

It was a good relationship, as far as I was concerned. Not that I would mind if anything more came out of it, but I sincerely doubted that would ever happen.

As usually, she left her lab coat unbuttoned. Which left her see-through T-shirt(and her black bra underneath) on a very open display. I almost wished she'd button up, since I just couldn't draw my eyes away from her tits. They weren't big... well, not Lolo Ferrari big anyway. But they were well developed, perky and looked absolutely delicious. I was pretty sure my glances didn't went unnoticed, but she didn't seem to mind.

There was something... off... on her today. Her face, her posture... it all talked about it. There was no naughty light in her eyes, no indignant anger... they looked empty and dead. I've seen her like that before.

"So, what's bothering you?"

We've always been direct with each other. She sighed a little.

"I'm having a deja-vu... from couple of months ago."

Her partner(not husband, as she herself insisted when I got it wrong) was cheating on her, I knew. It was kind of a public secret and caused her quite some grief, unslept nights and tears wept. I've always considered the guy an idiot. There was this gorgeous, sexy, funny, hard working(and sure, sometimes annoying but ultimately, still very desirable) woman right at home and he was banging some other floozie. Maybe it had something to do with good ol' pragmatism... they were saying she was his superior.

Didn't make him any less of an idiot.

Truth be told, while I was feeling honored by the fact that she was comfortable enough around me for her to share this little tidbit of her life, it also made me a little uncomfortable. Still, what could I do? A smile was the best I could offer.

"I really wish I could help you with something more than a couple of empty words. But as they say, time heals all wounds."

Yeah, that probably was as pathetic as it sounded. Scratching a back of my head embarrassingly, I chuckled quietly.

"Sorry, not really good when it comes to the whole relationship thing."

I had hoped for a smile, however small it may be. All I got was a small nod of acknowledgment.

"Gonna take a lot of time to heal

this one

..."

Jeez, so much about diffusing the situation. No idea where to go from now.

"Maybe... maybe you just need something to get your mind off of everything. I know this place where they serve the best Peking duck..."

Wait, what? Was I really saying this?

Surprisingly enough, that

did

get a smile out of her.

"I'm not much for Chinese. Friend of ours is a sanitary inspector... you wouldn't

believe

the things he tells me. But you

would

want to stay away from Chinese restaurants as well if you'd know."

Ok, a little too much information... knowing myself, my imagination would run rampart with this. But okay, it was a start, she was talking.

"Personally, I would like to try Mexican. Haven't been yet and I hear good things about their cuisine."

"Didn't knew you like it spicy."

A small peal of laughter.

"You only live once, you know."

"Well, in that case... there's this small Mexican joint next to a movie theater. We could go watch a movie and then have something to eat?"

Her mouth wrinkled upwards a little more.

"Fifty Shades Of Grey?"

I had to roll his eyes at that, though I couldn't help but smile as well.

"I already told you... if it's porn you want to watch, I can hook you up with some real shit, not that sorry excuse."

She punched me in the shoulder lightly, her mirth obvious, though she tried to hid it behind a facade of resentfulness.

"And

I

told you that Fifty Shades Of Grey is

not

pornography!"

"We've had that argument already... do you really want to go down that road again?"

She sighed.

"No, I guess not. So, you serious about this?"

She received a shrug of shoulders in response.

"You only live once, you know."

Truth be told, if there was the chance of seeing her again in that one part black,

very short

dress that left her gorgeous legs exposed, with a lacy sleeves that accentuated her tits so nicely, well... that alone would make everything totally worth it. And spending a night out with hot co-worker instead of boozing myself at home, playing games... there wasn't really much choice between those two.

"Great! So shall we say... Friday?"

"You have a baby sitter for the kid?"

"You know I can leave her with my mother in law or my neighbors. Besides, she's a big girl, she won't miss me if I'm gone for an hour or two."

"Good. Then it's a deal. I'll meet you in front of theater on Friday."

"Looking forward to it."

She didn't see me smiling to myself after she left.

"So am I... so am I."

Friday evening

"I need a fucking drink!"

"Language!"

Oh, seriously?!

"Of all the times, now you're giving me the grief?"

"Oh come on, it wasn't

that

bad!"

I couldn't help but laugh a little bitterly.

"Let me put it this way: there are movies that are so bad that they are good. Then there are bad movies."

"So which was this one?"

"It was bad-bad!"

She had to laugh at the projected indignity.

"So what's still keeping you around?"

"Three things. First, like I've said, the thought of the drink. Second, the thought of food... surprisingly enough, I'm still hungry after seeing... that."

I've let my eyes wonder over her body, my admiration obvious.

"Third... well, it would be your dress."

My wish didn't came true. No sign of the black dress. Instead, she was wearing a sleeveless pink dress that left her shoulders bare, with a puffy skirt, reaching to her knees. It offered less of her magnificent legs to the world, for which I was sorry. It did offer great view of her cleavage though and

that

I certainly didn't mind. So while she didn't wear exactly what I had wished for, I couldn't deny she was still very lovely and very sexy. The pink tiara in her short hair, although cheap plastic(it was her daughter's, I knew), only enhanced her loveliness.

"Though to be fair, I never imagined going out with a Pink Panther on Friday evening."

The comment had earned me a smack to the back of the head.

"Don't be such a dork!"

"All I'm saying, you're looking very... pink. Very sexy, I hasten to add! But... pink."

The left corner of her lips curled upwards in a well known sarcastic grin.

"Do you

want

to get bitten?"

"You're such a tease."

"Oh, you're horrible!"

"And you wouldn't have me any other way. But if you really need something to bite, I propose you wait a little longer. We're here."

We were standing in front of a brightly red colored building, with lanterns lighting the way inside. Cozy looking. And something smelled nicely.

We were led inside by a waiter who played a stereotype of a loud and obnoxious Mexican a little too well. Luckily, when we were sited behind the table with a floor length table cloth, the guy seemed to remember he had some more important business to conduct and fled the scene quickly.

I was sure my dirty glares and the ever-so-subtle-drawing-the-imaginary-blade-across-your-throat motion had nothing to do with it.

The menus came on soon after. As promised, the first thing I got was a tequila... three of them, actually. She looked a little incredulous about this, but also slightly amused. They brought her salad(big surprise there), some rice and some hot chillies.

"Wouldn't you like some meat with that?"

"Wouldn't

you

like that!"

It took me couple of seconds to get what she way implying. I hoped a slight crimson hue on my cheeks would be attributed to the alcohol.

"And you call

me

horrible?"

"Hey, you thought about it!"

"I

might

have... but you

said

it."

This was actually turning into an enjoyable evening. Pretty much everything was there... the sarcastic banter, the joking, the laughter, some good food and, unlike at work, I could actually get alcohol instead of coffee. So far, a pretty splendid evening, all things considered.

The meal before me included some fish, vegetables, rice and yes, chillies. So altogether, not that different from hers... but it had meat. Maybe it was just my imagination, but it sure looked like she was smirking all the while she was eating. Couldn't quite put the finger on what was so damn funny.

The phone call came as a very unwelcome interruption. I was pretty sure it was nothing important even before I answered the call and that turned out to be true. A survey wanted to know something unimportant and I got rid of her rather quickly.

Don't know what I was doing... maybe I was just being my dumb, clumsy self. Be that as it may, as I was putting the phone back into the pocket, the damn thing suddenly decided it didn't care for the darkness of my pocket anymore and preferred the darkness under the table. At least, that's the only way I can interpret it tumbling from my hands and going under the table.

"I've think you've had enough... if you can't even hold your phone anymore, you're probably drunk."

"No, three tequilas usually mean I start pressing the wrong numbers on the keypad. Seven tequilas are the mark for "can't hold my phone anymore"."

She looked incredulous.

"You have a scale for how drunk you are?"

"You'd be surprised at how useful that is."

Hearing her laughter was always a music to my ears. Seeing her flashing those pearly teeth made me smile myself.

"Have I ever told you how much better you look when you're smiling?"

"Flatterer."

"I try."

"So, you gonna pick it up?"

"Might as well. Don't go anywhere."

I don't really remember what I was thinking when I went down on my knees and started crawling underneath the table. I don't think I was aware of how big our table was. Or how hot it was underneath it.

Of course, that may have had something to do with the fact that I suddenly found myself faced with the same pair of legs I've so often fantasized about.

The pale light from phone's screen was painting a very enticing picture. She held one leg over the other in what seemed like a very seductive matter. There were belts lining across her instep, drawing my eyes. I haven't noticed that before, but she was using nail polish the shade of jeans. Over the slender ankles, my eyes wandered across her calves to her thighs, still hidden to my eyes under that skirt. All the jogging she did sure paid off. Her legs were nothing but firm muscle and alluring skin, just begging to be touched.

All of this I noticed in the fragment of the second before the light from my self phone blinked out. Reaching for the damn thing, I also noticed my hands were shaking ever so slightly.

Just as I turned the light back one, she decided to switch her legs. I watched in fascination as she lifted one leg, putting in slowly on the ground, then lifting the other one, creating a brief but very tantalizing view of the red panties she was wearing, before obscuring it equally quickly.

Goddammit... I wanted to touch her so badly. Just to see if she felt as smooth and soft as she looked... to glide my fingertips over her finely toned muscles. But I knew she would probably kill me if I did it.

Then I asked myself... would it be worth dying because of this?

Pathetic as it may sound... yes. Yes, it most certainly would be.

Stretching out my hand, I landed a first tentative touch on her toes.

She was just bringing a spoonful of rice to her mouth when she felt almost ghostly touch lingering across her toes. She snorted to herself, quietly.

"You

are

drunk."

I imagined the electricity of the touch was only perceived on my end. But damn... I was touching her. And didn't get a kick in the head yet.

A promising start.

As my hand glided over the instep and ankle bones, hovering further up her calf I imagined what she would do if I used my lips as well.

She thought the hand touching her would pull back when it became obvious that her leg wasn't the phone... but that didn't happen. If anything, it became more bold.

That came as a surprise.

I simply had to stop at the knee. Caressing it lovingly and slowly with one hand, I glided the other one in the opposite direction. The leather belts of the sandals felt nice under my touch, but I wanted to feel her skin instead.

Was it only my imagination or did she shiver a little when I started unfastening the sandals from her feet?

"Oh goddammit..."

The fingers gliding over her skin left no room for misinterpretation. She was being fondled... in a middle of a restaurant... in front of who knows how many people...

Was her footwear being removed?

This was wrong on so many levels.

Then why the fuck was she feeling so aroused by it?!?

The sound of the falling sandal was a thunder to my ears, but the logical part of my brains told me that I was just imagining things. Frankly, I was surprised the damn thing even worked anymore.

She had lovely feet. I knew that much already, but with nothing obscuring my view anymore, they looked that much better. Dragging my finger from her thumb and across her instep once again, I simply couldn't resist myself anymore.

Some would say that I'm a less of a man for bowing to a woman. But when my lips finally brushed against her skin, I didn't really care one way or another.

When she felt something warm and wet touching her, she almost jumped out of her chair. Resisting the impulse(if only barely), she clutched the edge of the table, biting her lower lip.

What she couldn't resist though was the rush of blood to her cheeks. She hoped nobody would notice...

"Senorita? Is everything alright?"

Cursing her luck, she somehow managed to strain a smile.

"Great! Just great!"

She didn't believe herself and by the looks of it, the waiter guy wasn't buying it either.

"It's just that you're looking very red in the face... I am worried something might be happening with your heart. You see, my uncle, he had a similar condition..."

She lost track of the guy's rambling when she felt a wet trail going from her ankle ever upwards.

Was is possible to radiate from embarrassment? Because she was pretty damn sure her face was doing just that right now.

"Senorita?"

The undertone of worry was clear to his voice now. She had to came up with something and soon.

"I'm fine. It's just that... your chillies! They're so damn hot, all the blood is going to my face because of them."

To illustrate the point, she put another green one in her mouth and bit down of it. As on cue, her eyes bulged ever so slightly, her breath catching in her throat.

The waiter's grimace of worry changed to one of smile instantly.

"Ah yes, it is a known side effect. I shall bring you some water, it helps soothe the inflammation."

He walked away, for which she was grateful.

Because after the last soft kiss she received on the top of the knee, she felt her skirt being rolled upward.

"Oh god..."

"Oh god..."

I never imagined I would be able to touch her things... and yet, here I was, living my dream. But as I drew my fingernails over the silky skin, leaving shallow red marks in their wake, my eyes were drawn to her panties again.

Or rather, the prominent wet spot on them.

My god, but she looked delicious. Licking my lips, I watched as the index finger of my right hand approached the soaked cloth of undergarment. As I drew it across the still hidden slit, I definitely felt her move.

Try as she might, she couldn't resist the soft groan escaping her lips. When she felt the ghostly touch drawn across her lips, her hips moved to rock into the touch.

She cursed herself mentally, but couldn't deny it... the whole danger of being exposed was a hell of a turn on for her. There was also something about

who

was doing this to her... she never expected the guy to do something like this.

Of course, the surprises wouldn't end there.

My knees were starting to hurt, my lower back was reminding me that the position I was finding myself in wasn't very comfortable and the pressure in my crotch was becoming somewhat uncomfortable.

But when I pulled her panties aside to reveal her pussy, every thought about standing up fled my mind. This was worth enduring some pain over.

The small patch of hair above her opening was the only thing to draw my eyes away from the engorged lips and her already exposed button. That's not to say the small patch of curls above her entrance weren't charming to look at.

By the looks of it, my ministrations were bearing fruit. Couldn't help but feel a little proud of myself.

The feeling was quickly exchanged for pure enjoyment as my lips touched hers.

The soft breeze of air over her newly exposed crotch made her shiver again and she could felt her thighs being covered in goose bumps.

When she agreed to this dinner, she had no idea she was a part of the menu as well.

A flowerly scent of some sort that was unfamiliar to me(some sort of intimate soap, I presumed) mixed with her own scent, one entirely womanly. I drank it in as deeply as the juices still flowing from her. As my tongue was starting to probe inside of her, my thumb and index finger occupied her clit.

"Oh fuck..."

Biting her lips to prevent any more obscenities from escaping, her palm slapped down on the table.

"Everything ok senorita?"

The guy looked vaguely familiar.

"I brought you the water... as promised."

Another tug.

"Fuck!"

"Are you in pain? Your eyes, they look but they don't see..."

"Cramp! I got a cramp in my leg!"

"Should I, ah... get the doctor?"

"NO! No, no... I'm sure it will pass, given enough time."

She felt something inserted inside her, prompting her to get a hold of the table cloth.

"Not much time, I think..."

She got a confused glance from a waiter, but he seemed happy to get away as fast as possible.

A single digit went easily inside her. I felt her tightening around me and when I brought my other hand to her belly to caress it, I could feel how close she was.

Her willpower could only go so far. She wanted... no,

needed

this to end, before she'd made a fool of herself.

Her breathing was becoming shallow. Closing her eyes, she saw stars blinking in front of them.

"Oh please... please... end this already!"

The minute trembling of her entire body signaled to me just how far she was. It wouldn't take long to push her over the edge.

I could probably extend her torture for a little while longer.

But I wanted to end this as much as she did.

When my tongue replaced my finger and her thighs clenched my head almost painfully I wanted to smile, but my mouth were occupied with more pleasant task.

Hands clenched, she let her chin fell on her chest, hoping to stifle the scream that was clawing it's way up her throat.