He walked through the wet streets huddled under the umbrella. The spring rain had cooled the day down and commuters around him scurried from shelter to shelter as they ran for their trains and buses. He was swimming upstream against the Friday night rush-hour, making his way to a nearby bar for a colleague's birthday.
As he walked into the bar it was obvious the party was firing up; drinks were flowing and people were in the mood for a chat and a laugh at the end of a long week. He didn't work at the same firm anymore, but still kept in touch with a lot of them and knew he'd likely see her there that night too. Truth be told, that was one of the main reasons he had come along.
He grabbed a local microbrew with a silly name, dumped his bag under a table in the corner and joined the throng of ex-colleagues reminiscing, gossiping and laughing. He kept scanning the entrance to see if she had arrived yet, imagining what she might be wearing tonight- a mini? A conservative business number? Or maybe a Friday casual outfit with tight jeans showing off her long legs?
The next time he looked up from chatting she had arrived, and was already in a circle of people smiling and talking. From across the bar he could take in how stunning she was- rusty blonde hair falling down past her shoulders, slim, pale skin with just a hint of freckles.
Perhaps sensing his eyes on her, she looked up and locked on his gaze, flashing a cheeky smile with her eyes sparkling, showing she was as happy to see him as he was to see her. As she started walking over to him, he could see what she was wearing under her overcoat- a short plaid mini, with fishnet stockings and a buttoned-up top. She was also wearing black high heels that, along with the mini, made her legs look a mile long.
"Holy fuck!" he quietly exclaimed under his breath, and he felt his stomach do somersaults. She was intoxicating; he just couldn't get enough of her.
"Hey you!" she said as she drew closer.
"Hey yourself." was all he could muster because the sight of her was all too much and his cognitive functions were temporarily derailed.
They had history together, but to an outside observer it wouldn't have been apparent, with their friendship and banter being easily explained by the fact they had worked together for years. But the company frowned upon relationships between staff so after discovering how each other felt, they had agreed to keep things on pause until circumstances changed. Of course, now they weren't at the same company, there were less restrictions but they still wanted to be discreet.
"Do you want to grab some dinner after these drinks?" he asked, hoping to get some time with her alone.
"Sure, sounds great." she replied. "There's a really great restaurant up the road we can try"
"Perfect! I'll let you know when I'm ready to go."
They moved off in separate directions to continue to catch up with old friends. After speeches and birthday gifts were given, he sensed it was a good time to head off. He sent a quick text to her.
"Meet me out the front in 5?"
"Sure thing."
The rain was still falling lightly and the wet streets reflected the lights of passing cars as he waited a little way up from the bar. He shivered as he stood there in the dark; not from the cold, but from the anticipation of holding her in his arms and kissing her. He heard the familiar sounds of high heels on the pavement and looked around to see her walking up to him.
"Let's go." she said and they headed up the city street toward the restaurant.
They didn't immediately embrace; they were trying to keep things low-key, but they both felt the tension in the air as they walked closely together- nominally to share an umbrella but in reality, to enjoy each other's proximity.
"You look smoking hot tonight." he whispered as they walked.
"You look outrageous too- haven't I said you need to be a bit more shabby, maybe an ill-fitting suit, a little bit of podge around the belly and less tall... far less tall." she replied.
Looking around, now they were away from the bar, the street was much quieter and the umbrella and rain offered anonymity. He took the chance to pull her close to him, lean down and kiss her for the first time in too long. He tasted her sweet lips and felt her melt into his arms, curves pressing against him and her arms reaching around his neck. Even with high heels, he towered over her and she seemed to love the sensation of being wrapped in his arms as much as he loved wrapping her in them.
Breaking apart they walked the last few blocks to the restaurant and headed inside, grabbing a seat in the window. They ordered some food and glasses of wine and settled in. He placed his hand on her knee and squeezed it under the table, and she responded by shifting closer to him so their legs were rubbing against each other.
It reminded him of the last time they had been out for drinks alone in autumn- they had ended up at a little Spanish tapas bar enjoying good food, good wine and a sneaky cocktail or two. That night, the conversation had grown from flirting, to risqué to outright explicit. He watched her demeanour change from apparently chaste and proper, blushing as the conversation roamed, through to outright horny as she licked her open lips, locked gaze with him and squirmed in her seat to try and tame her arousal.
As they left the Spanish bar that night, they wordlessly walked in the same direction, ending up in the quiet city park. In the shadows of a large tree they embraced and let their hands wander.
As their tongues explored each other's mouth, his hands first cupped her breasts then his right hand slid into her jeans, feeling the wetness on his fingertips, before bringing them to his mouth to taste her. Sliding it back down the front of her underwear, he ran his fingers across her entrance to wet his fingers before gently rubbing them across the hard nub of her clit, which betrayed how turned-on she was.
