It was supposed to be a "work dinner". Darcie and Nate had issues they needed to discuss, and hey, everyone needed to eat, right? So, they met at the B Street Bistro, for dinner and a friendly work conversation.
He had been hired to do some consulting work for her company a few years ago. They hit it off immediately. Friendly, flirty, but nothing serious over a couple of years. Until one night... flirting turned into French kissing, which ending with them fucking furiously. They agreed, at four in the morning, as they parted, that it shouldn't happen again. Until the next time. And the time after that. And then... circumstances and time constraints and work issues got in the way, and it had been months since they'd seen each other. A few friendly text messages... and then the issue at hand. Revisiting about a prior client who wanted to re-engage with both Darcie's company and Nate's. It was something they really needed to address, all other issues aside. And, dinner sounded better than coffee.
She arrived before he did.
She texted him. "Just got here -- I'm early. On the patio, so don't let that hostess try to boss you around."
He texted back. "Just pulled into the parking lot. Will blow right past that bitch. I don't let anyone boss me around."
She smiled, despite herself. He really was a cocky asshole. But a cute one.
She enjoyed the sight of him strolling across the patio. All bravado on the outside, but actually doubting on the inside. It was such an inviting combination -- one she couldn't take her eyes off. Of course, she pretended not to notice. Looking at her water glass, glancing down at her purse next to her as soon as she saw him -- she didn't want to show her "hand". She was "looking at her phone" when he approached, and bumped into the table to get her attention. She giggled immediately and looked at him.
"Um, did you misjudge where the table was?" she asked.
"No," he replied, " I just wanted to get your attention."
Typical -- arrogant bastard. She couldn't help but smile.
"Well, you've got it. Now what?" she said.
Luckily for both of them, their waiter arrived and told them all about the specials for the night.
They ordered. And then Darcie launched into the matter at hand.
"Okay Nate. You know I trust your opinion. What do you think about Obicon's proposal?"
They spent the next ninety minutes hashing out the pros and cons on the suggested deal, and peppered with random small talk.
"What happened to your mom's gardener?"
"What did you do about the mail keys?"
"How is your brother doing?"
"Did you actually get a hedgehog?"
They laughed and kibitzed, and the waiter brought the bill after they both finished their second drink.
They split the check and started to walk out of the restaurant. She veered right and he veered left.
"No way!" Nate said, obviously pissed off. "You parked in the Actual Restaurant Lot?"
Darcie laughed. "Yes. That's what you get for arriving early. Where did you park?"
Nate grunted. "Across the street, down a few blocks..."
"Well, " she said, "I
could
drive you to your car..."
"That would be great." He agreed. It was mid-Fall, and though the early evening had been quite pleasant, there was now a decent nip in the air.
They jumped in her car, and she drove him to his car, a few blocks away.
As they pulled up to his car, on the back side of the parking lot, Darcie looked at him and smiled. Nate looked at her, and leaned into her.
His hand on her cheek, he bent towards her until his lips were just a hair's with from hers.
"Your choice" he whispered. As he spoke, the words moved his lips slightly, just brushing hers.
She knew it was a mistake. She knew she would regret it. But that would come later...
Right then, in the moment, she knew she was a goner. She had no choice. She was always going to say "Yes."
She mewed slightly as her kitten tongue flickered out and tickled his lips.
He knew it was a mistake. He knew he was going to regret it the second he left, but until then.... he knew he wasn't going to stop until they were both satiated. He had no choice. He was always going to make the ask.
He leaned in and kissed her, his upper lip and lower bookending her full lower lip. Gently tugging at it until she sighed and surrendered and he felt her tongue inside his mouth.
Fuck, she was good at this. Making him work for it, and then succumbing. It was a dizzying combination, her reluctance and then submission. She was shaking slightly as his hand slipped inside her blouse, finding her nipple not nearly as nervous as the rest of her seemed. Hard and firm between his fingers, just begging to be squeezed. He was more than happy to oblige, feeling her moan slightly as his tongue tangled with hers.
"Is my hand... cold?" He whispered, as his other hand slipped under her skirt.
"Mmmm hmmmm" she whispered.
"I just wanted to check and see..." he said, his lips brushing her ear, driving her crazy, as his hand crested her hip.
"If my panties were lace?" she finished.
To be honest, Nate was hoping he'd find she had skipped that particular clothing item. But if they had to be there, he DID prefer the lace variety.
"Yes...." he growled. "Very nice. Now, get them off, and get yourself over here."
Darci looked over. He was reclining the seat, and already unbuckling his pants.
She quickly shimmied out of her panties. Throwing her right leg over the center console, she re-adjusted her weight sideways on his lap, and then dragged her left leg over the console.
She looked right and left -- fat bunch of good it did her -- he had parked at the back of the lot, facing the row of trees that lined the property. If someone was to see them, it would be from the back, or maybe side. Since she was facing front, the only face she was likely to see would be would be that of a feral cat.
He impatiently slapped his naked thighs. She giggled. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her over onto his lap. His breath was hot on the back of her neck. She sighed as he kissed her behind her ear. His hand slid up between her legs, and spread her thighs wide.
She moaned slightly as his hand brushed up against her mound... she craved the feeling of having him inside her, but she loved his teasing ways.
"I love how fucking wet you get," he growled, his fingers sliding between her lips. He pressed one inside her, and then another, curling them back against that pebbly ridge. She whimpered slightly as his fingers danced inside her.
