This is the fifth in the Rick and Diane series, and as with the previous stories, the two characters are in fact real people and this was inspired by actual events, but sadly (for both participants), it didn't even come close to happening.
If you've read my previous stories, you'll know where I place the responsibility for that – squarely on the very broad shoulders of the very good-looking "Rick," who claimed on several occasions during our email discussions that not only was he interested in "Diane," but that he had game, and was willing to put in the effort to make something happen with her.
That turned out to be untrue, even though Diane had on multiple occasions given him clear signs that she was at least open to expanding their relationship from being just friends, for example conveniently (and obviously, to all who witnessed it) walking her dog past the high school baseball field at times and stopping by to say hello when he was there coaching his team, or inviting him over in the evening to help with "emergencies" at her house, etc.
All I can say is, watching from the sidelines, his game, as it were, was lame.
One other thing for readers – in a couple of places in this story and previous ones, I reference Rick's dick size, specifically relative to what Diane is "used to' (e.g., her husband). I have no direct insight of how big Rick is, how big Diane's husband is, or how good he is in bed, but just included it to try to spur Rick to action. In my own fantasies about Rick, I imagined him as a complete stud in bed, but maybe I was wrong.
And finally, this story pushes the boundaries of credulity, but I loved the idea of having the two of them meet (and fuck) in public, in a ridiculously high risk environment, and I really hoped the thought of it would turn Rick on enough that even if he found this unrealistic he would see the potential opportunity in connecting with her in a less risky place. Oh, well – at least Rick got some stories to enjoy in his house all alone at night.
This story is called Cocktail.
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Late Saturday evening, middle of December. It's cold out, but inside the Left Bank bar, it's warm, as there's been two weeks of rain and people have been going stir crazy in their houses. So a crowd has gathered and there's a need to cut loose. Plus, there's an intense Golden State Warriors game on, so the energy and volume are high, and there's very little room to move in the bar area.
You've been there for a while, just hanging out with some friends, and you've had a couple of drinks when out of the corner of your eye you see Diane and a group of her friends walk in. Your eyes meet, very briefly, and you exchange a small and knowing smile. And although you'd been considering heading home, you start to think this evening might be looking up.
With some effort, she leads her friends into the mass of people, heading straight for the bar, and heading straight for you. As far as her friends know, she's just heading for the bar to get a cocktail. She weaves her way through the crowd, and you play it cool and don't make a big deal out of her being there, but as she approaches, you say, "Oh hey there, what a nice surprise to see you here" give her a kiss on the cheek and give her a brief hug.
It's so crowded that your bodies are pretty much forced together by the crush of the crowd, and you feel that familiar electricity as she puts a hand on your chest, leans up to your ear and huskily says, "Hi there back – it's nice to see you too. But seeing me may not be your last surprise of the evening..." And then she leads her friends past you and to the bar, as you try to figure out what she means, and you're very happy about how crowded it is so no one can see the bulge growing in the front of your pants.
For the next half hour or so, you keep an eye on her as she talks with her friends, not wanting to be too obvious or too presumptuous, and not sure if you heard her properly. Meantime, you're watching her from across the bar, trying to pay attention to your friends and pretending to be distracted by the basketball game while also completely captivated by how beautiful she is, and enjoying the memories of your last several meetings.
You smile to yourself as you watch her talk and laugh and drink with her friends while in between she steals glances your way as well. You're not quite sure how she can turn you on so much from so far across the room when all these other people are in between and everyone is dressed in thick warm clothing, but somehow she does. And the glances she's giving you are communicating to you – she's hungry, she remembers the last time you met, she hasn't been intimate or physical since then, and she wants you...
At halftime, she signals that she's heading to the bar for another drink, and that you should meet her there. You excuse yourself from your friends, asking if anyone wants anything and hoping that they say no so you don't have to hurry back – they're all set, so you meet her at the bar. "Looks like you're having a good time," you say in her ear, because the noise level is so loud.
"It's just nice to be out of that house," she says back, brushing her lips against your ear as she whispers, "I just really needed a stiff cock...tail." You're not totally sure you heard the pause in there, but when she puts her hand down below the bar and rests it on the top of your thigh, you're convinced you didn't imagine it.
It's so crowded and there are so many people around that there's no danger of anyone seeing what she did, and you're certainly not going to move, so you continue to talk quietly between yourselves, speaking closely to each other's' ears, breathing in the enticing smell of her perfume. You can tell that she's had a couple of drinks and is feeling a little uninhibited by the way that her lips linger against your ear when she talks to you, feeling her heavy breath in your ear and on your neck. After a few minutes, with you still facing the bar, she turns to face you with her back to the bar, and slides her hand back to your thigh.
This time, though, with the way the two of you are facing, her hand has more freedom to explore, so as you continue to make small talk, all of a sudden you feel her hand slide up your thigh, to where the top of your pocket is, then along your belt toward your stomach (being mindful to keep it below the bar so the bartender can't see), and when she reaches your belt buckle, she looks deeply in your eyes and mouths the words, "This ok?" not wanting to make you uncomfortable.
