Watching Rachel – Part 1

I was at one of ‘those’ dinners…the ones where a whole bunch of people come together after a conference and talk about, well, all sorts of crap really.

Those who are further up the managerial chain all get together and discuss the state of the world, while the rest of us – who barely know each other – make small talk until the alcohol kicks in and everyone starts to relax a bit more/

As it happened for me, I was my company’s only representative and, being fairly new to the industry, I didn’t know too many people that well. However, as the night wore on and people started to leave, or cluster in their groups to organise their next stop during the evening, I looked across the room and caught the eye of a woman – Rachel – who had done some contract work for me in the past. She looked as lost as I did, so it was a great excuse to go over and chat to her.

She was as pleased to have someone to chat to as I was, so we refilled our glasses at the bar, grabbed a seat and talked about all sorts of things related to work, people we knew, life in general while we continued to drink the free alcohol that was provided.

At around 5’8”, deliciously curvy and suitably dressed for a semi-formal evening out, Rachel was certainly attractive company, and she had her long dark hair tied back, highlighting green eyes and red glossy lips. More than one set of eyes followed us as we found ourselves a seat and continued to talk.

The glasses were filled – and emptied – a number of times, and the conversation consequently became more and more personal and intimate. We both talked about our current ‘status’ – me recently separated after a marriage break-up, and her “very single” after her boyfriend had moved out. Then she added that he wasn’t able to keep up with her, so I played innocent and asked what she meant.

“He couldn’t keep up with me in bed,” she said. “It seems I demanded too much, and he wasn’t very adventurous.”

This, of course, piqued my interest, and I was about to dig a bit deeper when she said: “And he really didn’t like it when I squirted during sex….and I thought most guys did.”

“Well, so did I,” I said. “I know I certainly do; it’s a huge turn on for me.”

Then, disappointingly, the conversation seemed to cool.

She checked the time, said it was getting late and that she’d better go, which I really didn’t want, so I tried to tempt her to stay with another drink, but she was adamant she had to leave.

We both stood, I gave her a hug and, as we released ourselves, Rachel raised her head and leant forward and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

“We can continue this again another time.” She said. “We’re both working in similar circles now, and there are a few things coming up, so I’m looking forward to seeing you again.”

And, with that, she turned and left, walking across the floor with a confident – and very sexy – sway to her hips, which highlighted her well-shaped ass under her skirt.

I was disappointed, as I thought the evening may have developed into a visit to my room upstairs…which it did, but only for me!

I went inside and took a shower, still mentally cursing a situation which I thought had escaped me.

When I came out, I turned on the TV, checked my emails and climbed into bed before checking my phone before trying to get some sleep.

There was a text message waiting from a number I didn’t know:

*“Great to see you tonight. Sorry I had to leave. I REALLY hope we can catch up again soon. Let me know next time you’re in town and we can grab coffee. Are you coming to the expo next month? We could pick up where we left off.”*

It wasn’t signed but it could only be from Rachel, so I replied: *“Is this you Rachel? Yes, would love to have a catch up again. I probably won’t be back until next month, when I come to the expo. How about we do dinner that night? I’ll be staying in town, so won’t need to rush.”*

Her reply came back almost immediately: *“Of course it’s me. How many other women have you been flirting with tonight? I had to go searching for your number – would have been much easier if you’d given it to me tonight. Yes, would love dinner. It’s a date.”*

Shall I continue…?

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