It was a bright but muggy morning in July. Darcy was taking every care he could, not to get hot and flustered. He had an interview and the last thing he needed was damp sweat marks showing on his freshly ironed shirt. He was trying to stay focused and prepared. Even muttering to himself responses to imagined potential questions. He must've been muttering too loud as he was getting odd glances and chuckles from some passers-by.
"My flies aren't undone, are they?" his paranoid mind suddenly screamed at him. He quickly looked down and his right hand went to his crotch. All good there. No open flies but he couldn't help thinking in this morning's heat the extra air down there would've been welcome.
He left home with lots of time as he'd needed to get across to the other side of London. Now he'd arrived very early for the interview. Over fifty minutes early. But on the positive side he wasn't rushing and he wasn't sweating. Looking around he saw down a side street, just tucked away, a sign for what looked like a place he could have a quiet unharried coffee and wait.
Darcy crossed the road and headed down the side street to go get his quiet coffee. Outside he could see that this was certainly no Starbucks. It appeared to look a bit exclusive. There appeared to be nothing else nearby so he entered feeling self conscious and hoping that it wasn't going to become a very expensive cup of coffee. Inside was a contrast to the bright sunshine outside. The sunshine from outside was half shielded by blinds that had been lowered and the sunlight that entered this cafe was being reflected around the room by the tables next to the windows.
Darcy paused needing a moment for his eyes to adjust to the new light. During this time a waiter had stealthily approached Darcy. The waiter showed him to a circular booth table. Where Darcy sat with his back to the wall and surveyed the rest of the cafe area. There was only one other customer present and he sat fully suited, reading a newspaper to the rear of the cafe.
The waiter shortly returned with a menu.
"Just a black Americano, please". The waiter swiftly departed and within two minutes a large cup and saucer containing a steaming black Americano was placed in front of him.
Darcy dropped a couple of brown sugar cubes in the coffee and slowly began to stir. As he watched his spoon swirling through the dark depths of his coffee, he began again to think about the interview ahead.
His thinking and swirling was suddenly distracted when light burst into the cafe as someone then entered. Darcy looked up to see a slim elegant and professionally suited woman walking across the room to stand a couple of tables in front of him. Darcy couldn't help but study her as he continued to stir his coffee. She had blond hair and looked very assured and confident. There was an inherent air of sensuality with her, even though her makeup and dress was understated and professional. He also noticed she had such long very shapely toned legs. These were being greatly enhanced by the rather short black pencil skirt and the shoes she was wearing. She then placed a very expensive looking handbag on her table. The waiter who had shown her to this table then handed her a menu and again in a heartbeat had swiftly disappeared from sight. Darcy wondered where such waiter skills were taught or was it a skill they were born with?
Darcy continued to watch the woman. Mesmerised and still stirring. She moved the chair to sit down. As she did so she suddenly sneezed. It was a hot day so the pollen was high. She quickly and efficiently opened her handbag to retrieve a tissue to cover her nose ready for more sneezes to follow. But in her rush to grab a tissue another one had fallen to the floor.
Darcy had now finally stopped stirring his coffee and put the teaspoon down. He was just raising his cup and taking a sip. When the woman in front spied her dropped tissue and bent down to pick it up. She had her back to Darcy and with great suppleness she bent over and reached down to pick up the tissue. As she bent down the short pencil skirt raised up and despite the low light, Darcy could clearly see, she had no knickers on!
Darcy spluttered, the sip of coffee spraying out his mouth in his exclamation of breath and he realised he may just have made an audible whimper. The woman had straightened up and was returning the tissue to her handbag, when she paused at hearing Darcy. To Darcy's embarrassment the woman then turned her head around, looked at Darcy and gave him an amused smile.
Darcy gulped.
He could see there was such a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Darcy tried to muster some control and confidence by giving what he hoped was some sort of casual and nonchalant smile in return. It may have worked but as his right hand was visibly trembling, probably not.
With clear deliberation she moved the chair back under the table. Picked up her handbag and walked towards Darcy's table.
"Are you sitting alone?" asked the woman with a soft London accent.
Darcy had to muster all his bodily control to allow his vocal cords to respond without squeaking.
"Err... Yes, no one else here." Darcy was lost and felt so out of his depth.
"Good". She replied and swiftly sat down to Darcy's right and moved in next to him in the booth seat.
He could smell her perfume and was now looking into such captivating blue grey eyes. That still twinkled with such wonderful mischief.
"Oh you can relax." she said as she moved up close to Darcy. He could feel the warmth of her soft thighs as they pressed against his.
"I'm Elizabeth and you are?" she asked her eyes looking inquiringly at Darcy.
"Darcy." He replied trying hard to stay calm.
"Do you approve of my dress and my way of keeping myself cool in this heat?"
"I do. Very much so." replied Darcy now find control in his voice.
The waiter had now appeared to take Elizabeth's order.
"A cold ice lemon tea please, plenty of ice." Said Elizabeth. The waiter yet again swiftly departed.
