She stood shifting from one foot to the other, her slinky silky dark blue dress rising mid thigh. She twirled her long dark brown hair round a couple of fingers on her right hand as she shivered, waiting outside the restaurant, her other hand holding her tiny clutch bag with her essentials in it.
Rachel glanced at the clock inside, he was 5 minutes late and she hated to enter somewhere alone, so she continued to wait. Chewing her lip nervously she began to wonder if perhaps Nate wouldn't show.
They had met some months previously on a chat site, nothing sinister, nothing sexual...at first...but as time went on they discovered how much they had in common. Their interests didn't just include reading and similar taste in music, both of them were in loveless, tired relationships and longed for company, for a connection, for total intimacy.
Rachel knew her relationship would be over soon, her short fling with Steve was pretty empty and just suited them both for a short time, it was Nate's situation she found much more concerning.
Nate had drawn her in, his charming American humour, his gorgeous brown eyes in his photos, his willingness to share, before he'd dropped a bombshell. He'd waited until she had opened herself up to connecting with him, agreed to meet in the flesh, before he mentioned his wife...
He had just dropped it in as if mentioning he liked milk in his coffee or milk chocolate instead of white chocolate, Rachel had sat open mouthed at her computer screen when she read, 'eh yeah I meant to mention I have a wife'.
Thing was though, she couldn't stop contacting him, she was fascinated by him.
And there he was...walking towards her, grinning like a kid in a candy store, smart in a grey shirt and black trousers. His top buttons undone, exposing dark curly brown hairs. Rachel flushed as soon as she saw him, nervously she dared, 'Nate?'
He nodded, 'Hey honey',he curled an arm round her waist and kissed her cheek, 'mm you smell delicious'.
They talked over dinner, Rachel sharing about growing up in London and how she was finding it in New York. Nate was enthralled by her and the lilt of her voice. He touched her hand lightly over the table, his other hand brushing her knee. She tried to keep talking but his touch, his cute American accent, the lack of wedding ring on his marked finger made her dizzy with anticipation.
Nate invited her back to his hotel room and Rachel politely accepted. As she stood by the lift Nate picked his key up from reception, Rachel studied the receptionist helping him. Her eyes fixated on the blonde's plump breasts. Rachel suddenly realised the receptionist and Nate were looking at her, embarrassed she looked away.
In the lift together the air was heavy with anticipation, with nerves, with excitement. Rachel was accutely aware of Nate's stocky figure beside her, for a man a good twenty years her senior he was muscular and clearly a regular gym user. Nate kept glancing at her, fascinated by her luscious curves, her low cut dress, her smooth skin, her pert 25 year old body.
