We decided to meet for lunch, which we had done many times before. We worked together you see. We had lunch often to talk about current projects, plans, etc. We were great friends as well and talked about the ups and downs of our personal lives every time we talked. Rachel had recently become pregnant and I was very excited for her. She had been trying for some time, so this is big news for her. Today we planned to have lunch at a nice restaurant in town and I wanted to know all about her recent visit to the Dr. where she had gotten an ultrasound on the baby, the first.
Rachel looked beautiful. I think a pregnant woman is beautiful, the miracle of life is beautiful. She was starting to show, she couldn't hide it anymore with a loose blouse or the like. Her face was just glowing, she had a ear to ear grin when she saw me. She had on a nice little black dress, and some very sexy heels. Wow was all I could think. I gave her a hug, and a kiss on the cheek as was our custom. She always dressed nice, even pregnant, she had great style.
We were seated at a nice quiet booth with a curved continuous seat along the wall and no chairs at the small table. We slid into the booth a close, yet professional distance from each other. I dreamed of snuggling up tight next to her, putting my arm around her, but with both of us married that was just a dream. Her dress was low cut, and I could see her bra from where I was. It was black to match the dress. Her breast filled my mind right then. I am a male, and while we are friends with women, we always are trying to get in their pants. I had dreamed countless times of what she looked like naked, what her lips felt like, what it would be like to be inside of her.
The pale white of her chest against the black of her bra, I just wanted to run my finger along the edge of her bra, to slowly caress her breast. But I needed to pick what I wanted to eat, that was also on the restaurant's menu. We flirted very well, and I made a comment about not seeing what I wanted on the menu, she replied with a comment about a sausage dish with a cream sauce looking good, to which I replied she must like the dish, since it looks like she had tried it from another cook already. Yes, yes.
I suggested if she wanted to try that sausage dish we needed to go to a different restaurant, trying to keep flirting. She pushed the envelope and suggested we go to that restaurant then if I knew where it was. Wow, she had never meet me on a flirt of this magnitude, was she just playing or might I get to run my finger along the edge of her bra like I wanted? I mentioned a restaurant that was open right now with the dish on the menu, also known as my house. She beckoned the waitress to the table and explained to her that we had to go an important page had just been received that could not wait.