All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older.
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Dan was surprisingly nervous. After all, he had gone out with Rachel for almost two years before they broke up. And that was six months ago. He hadn't seen it coming at all. He thought they were happy. Admittedly they hadn't had the most passionate relationship. But they were a quiet couple and Dan had thought that they were both content. He had even begun to imagine that he would one day ask Rachel to marry him and they would live happily ever after. He had been that much in love with her.
When Rachel had dumped him in the spring for some guy named Richard, Dan had been hurt at first and then very angry. He had tried to get her to see him again, to try and work something out, but she had just brushed him off. She had met someone new, someone that was exciting, someone she really loved. She wasn't interested in Dan any more. Have a nice life!
He was pretty surprised when he got a call from her at work asking him to meet her. At first he had refused. He was still upset with the way she had treated him. He was just about over her and finally starting on a new relationship himself. He didn't see any point in reopening old wounds. But Rachel convinced him to see her, just for a quick drink. She had always been pretty good at getting what she wanted.
So Dan was sitting alone in a curved booth, in a trendy downtown bistro, at six o'clock on a Friday evening with his second drink in front of him, waiting for his ex-girlfriend to arrive. She was half an hour late and counting.
He noticed her as soon as she walked into the bar.
Rachel had changed. She had always been trim and attractive but in an unremarkable sort of way. The new Rachel was positively stunning. Her formerly short, brownish hair was now platinum blonde, artfully teased and hanging to her shoulders. She was wearing black leather pants that fit her like a second skin. On top of that she wore a white satin blouse with a draped neckline that exposed a glimpse of her substantial cleavage. Dan tried to keep his cool as he waved hesitantly at her. Rachel saw him and flashed him a dazzling smile. Dan realized that every man in the room was watching her as his former girlfriend strutted across the room towards him in her towering stiletto heels.
Dan stood up, feeling light headed, and made room for her in the booth. She leaned towards him before she sat down and gave him an air kiss, her gleaming scarlet lips brushing his cheek. Dan was surprised to notice that she was wearing a very heady perfume. She had never done that when they were going out
"Hello Dan!...It's good to see you!...I hope you haven't been waiting long!..."
"Rachel!...I was beginning to wonder if I misunderstood you. ...You look...different!...I mean...great!..." Dan stammered.
"Aren't you sweet!...You're looking very well yourself. ...How long has it been?..."
Dan was immediately stung that Rachel could ask such a thing. She obviously hadn't been counting the hours like he had.
Rachel ordered a drink and Dan ordered another one. The conversation lumbered along for a half an hour or so through fairly safe territory...'What was new at work?',...' What was so and so doing?', ...'Had you talked to what's his name lately?'. Then Dan found himself asking a question that he had promised himself he wouldn't ask.
"So how are you and Richard getting along?..."
Rachel looked at him with a cool smile for a moment. When she leaned towards him her long pearl necklace swung grcefilly over her enticing cleavage.
"Actually...it's going great! ...Richard's a wonderful man, really interesting!...We have good times, great sex!.. We've been away twice together, once skiing in Vail and once to a resort in Bermuda!...It was so exciting Dan...You would have loved it!..."
Dan found himself staring down Rachel's blouse as she leaned conspiratorially towards him. There, barely contained in a little black bra, were the two gorgeous pink breasts that he used to love to fondle. Sometimes she'd get on her knees and take him between those resilient globes, urging him to fuck her tits until he'd finally come all over her chest. Dan couldn't help but start to get hard as those memories came rushing back to him.
He had hoped when she called that she might want to get back together with him. But from what she was saying about her new boyfriend, that obviously wasn't the case.
"I don't understand Rachel. Why did you call me? What do you want?..."
Casually, Rachel let one hand slip onto Dan's leg under the table as she leaned even closer to him. Gently she began to rub his thigh.
"I don't know baby. I just felt like calling you. I thought we might get together, you know, have a little fun like we used to!...We used to have some good times, didn't we?.." Rachel asked with sparkling eyes.
Dan could feel the blood rising in his face in growing outrage.
"I can't believe this! You walk out on me without any warning for some guy I've never heard of. I don't hear from you for six months! Then you want to see me so you can tell me how lovey dovey you are with your new boy friend..."
Rachel just smiled as Dan vented. As he was muttering she had moved one hand up to her necklace. Then she started playing with the neckline of her blouse, idly pulling it down and away from her breasts.
"And in the same breath you ask me if I think we should get together!... You can't be ...unnn...you can't be...unnn...serious Rachel...How could you possibly think I'd be...I'd be... interested?..." Dan stuttered.
He was having trouble completing his thoughts. His eyes were helplessly following Rachel's finger as she teasingly revealed more and more of her gently heaving breasts. She always had known how to push his buttons. Despite his hurt and his anger and his fervent wish that it wasn't happening, Dan's cock was getting rock hard in his pants as Rachel distracted him with her sumptuous breasts. The blonde's smile broadened as she saw how confused she was making her ex. She twisted her shoulders, deliberately making her creamy melons shift and sway in her satin bra.
"Judging by the way you've been staring at my tits Danny, I'd say you were interested!... Definitely interested!..."
Dan's eyes snapped up into Rachel's at her rude remark. He couldn't help notice that the guy at the table in front of theirs was staring over his wife's shoulder, also ogling Rachel's now half bared chest.
Rachel followed Dan's look and winked salaciously at the peeping neighbor. At the same time she began to move her caressing hand higher up Dan's thigh.
"Well, I'm not...interested! Despite what you may think!..." Dan replied.
"Oh Danny!...Remember how much fun we used to have..." Rachel said in a voice loud enough for the couple at the next table to hear.
"Remember that first time we had dinner at your parents? I kept feeling you up under the dining room table and your mother kept asking you if you were all right. You could hardly wait to get us out of there and get back to your place. But I was being so bad that night. I think I had your cock in my mouth before we were even out of your parent's driveway. You wanted me to stop but I wouldn't. I don't think you made it three blocks did you Danny? My God! I thought you were going to drown me! You came so much! You liked that didn't you baby? Don't tell me you didn't!..." Rachel teased.
"Rachel!...For God's sake!...Think about where we are!..." Danny hissed, looking around the dining room nervously. Rachel's hot reminiscing was getting him really horny.
"And anyway...that's all over!...There's nothing between us now so let's just leave it alone!..." he said.
"Nothing between us lover?...Are you sure?..." Rachel asked with a knowing smile, sliding her open palm into Danny's lap.
"Noo!.." Danny gasped when he realized what Rachel was doing. But by then it was too late. There was no denying the huge hard-on that was bulging against the fly of his trousers as Rachel closed her hand around it.
"Oh Danny! ...You liar!...You're huge!...I think you really missed me!...Admit it!..." Rachel teased, giving Danny's cock a torrid squeeze that made him squirm in his seat.
"Rachel!...Please!...I don't want this and neither do you!...You've moved on and I've been trying to move on too....Let's just finish our drinks and say goodbye!..." Danny said, more than a little melodramatically.
"Oh poor baby!...I must have really hurt you, didn't I?...I'm sorry Danny...You know I didn't mean to!..." Rachel said with mock tenderness. As she stared at him contritely, Rachel continued to fondle him through his pants, rubbing her hand warmly up and down the length of his pulsing erection.
"How can I make it up to you baby?...I'd do anything to make it better between us!... There must be some way...some thing?...I know!...How about....this?..." she said, reaching for the zip of Danny's pants and pulling it down. Before he could stop her, Rachel had her hand through Danny's underwear and was pulling his stiff cock out under the table.
"Rachel!...Don't!...You can't do that here!... Stop!... Someone will see!..." Danny hissed, reaching into his lap and trying to pry Rachel's hand away from his cock as she wrestled it out of his open fly. But Rachel held on tenaciously.
"No one will see if you stop making such a fuss!..." the shameless blonde said sweetly. Danny looked around and noticed that a number of the nearby diners were looking at him and Rachel. Some were smiling, some definitely were not. Danny reluctantly put his hands back up on the table. Rachel winked again at the man at the nearest table who probably had a pretty good view of what her little hand was doing in her ex-boyfriend's lap.
At that point the waitress returned and asked them if there was anything else that she could get them.
Rachel started jacking Danny's cock off under the table with long, luxurious hand strokes. Her shoulder was shifting rhythmically in time with her pumping. She seemed totally unconcerned with what the waitress must be thinking as she carried on her lurid masturbation.
"Yes please!...I'll have another martini, straight up, with a twist...''she said smiling brightly as she jacked her clenched fist up and down Danny's crimson tool...."and two big olives!..."
"Ma'm!...Sir!...I'm not sure if you're allowed...I mean...if you can...ummmm...I really don't think..." the waitress stammered, looking at Danny and Rachel doubtfully.
"Oh it's alright dear! I am a doctor and this man is my patient. He has an unusual condition that requires continuous monitoring. I'd be more specific but it's a little bit delicate, if you know what I mean..." Rachel said, winking at the waitress.
At the same time she stopped her fist on the upstroke, stretching the thin skin tautly up the length of Dan's shaft. She whipped her thumb back and forth against that tender knot of nerves under his bulging cock crown.
