Stood up 1
Rachel checked her phone again.
7.50pm. He was twenty minutes late.
She couldn't believe that she had been stood up. She had looked at herself in the mirror before leaving her house. For once she was very happy with what she saw.
She had worried that her red dress was a bit obvious, but it suited her skin tone and her dark brown hair perfectly. It was split on the thigh and was a little lower cut than she was used to wearing, but she was determined to make an impression.
She liked Ben a lot. They worked together and she had been flirting with him since he started at the company, almost 12 months ago.
He was shy, but very good looking and bright. He was also funny and a genuinely nice guy. He would often bring her a muffin or a pastry back from the coffee shop over the road, just leaving it on her desk with a smiley drawn on a post it note.
They frequently had lunch together too, just a friendship thing, ostensibly, but she was getting more and more attracted to him. Her feelings starting to get stronger.
She knew a lot of the other girls liked him too, but a few of them, the less bitchy ones, had often told her what a lovely couple they made.
They knew she liked him. They said that he liked her too. That it was obvious. And she thought it too. Hoped it.
The only problem was that Ben had a girlfriend. Rachel hated her, for obvious reasons. But also because Ben often confided in her, telling her what his girlfriend had said or done. Rachel thought that she was just using Ben. She was always 'out with the girls' and Rachel was convinced she was carrying on behind Ben's back.
And then one day Ben came to work and it was obvious that he was upset. Rachel had taken him to a quiet office, under the gaze of everyone, and he told her that he had found out that his girlfriend had been cheating on him.
He let it all pour out and said that he would never forgive her. That sleeping with other men was something he couldn't get past. They were done.
Rachel had felt for her friend but her head was swimming with the possibilities this news brought for her.
Eventually, after giving Ben a decent bit of breathing space, Rachel, urged on by some of the other girls, had decided to make a move. She asked him out. At first she thought he was going to say no, but then he agreed. She put it down to shyness. They booked a table at a nice local hotel which Rachel had been dying to visit.
And now here she was, in the bar, dressed up to the nines, looking stunning. Alone. The only thing she was grateful for was that she hadn't splashed out on a new lingerie set yet. She didn't think Ben was a fuck-on-the-first-date guy. So she had opted for comfort beneath her dress.
She was aware that she was obviously waiting for someone, and that it looked obvious that she had been stood up. She was also aware of the looks she had been getting from some of the other customers.
So it was no surprise when a voice behind her said "You look a little perturbed"
She turned, it was a tall man, early 40s she guessed, in a regulation business suit. She surmised, correctly as it turned out, that he was staying at the hotel on business.
"Please don't tell me some idiot has stood you up"
She didn't know what to say. She was so embarrassed that she felt herself blushing. Her silence was all the confirmation he needed.
He asked if he could buy her a drink, as some form of consolation for her. She knew what he really wanted, but she suddenly thought 'what the hell'. She looked good and if Ben didn't want her, then more fool him. Besides, there was no harm in having a drink with this guy. And it was better than waiting by the bar all alone.
She already had a glass of white wine, so she asked for a glass of Jack Daniel's. She could always get a taxi home and fetch her car tomorrow. The guy was impressed with her choice of drink and joined her.
He introduced himself as Simon, and said that he was a rep. Rachel asked what he sold, but he just said he might tell her later, but not now, and smiled.
Rachel found herself telling him about Ben, pouring out her frustration. He bought her another Jack Daniel's, a double this time, and and then another. She was a bit tipsy now but still in control. The bar had emptied as the other guests moved on to the dining room, or out for the evening. So the barman, with nothing else to do, had gravitated towards them and soon joined in their conversation.
Finally Rachel was determined to find out what Simon sold. He told her that he was a rep, for a firm selling toys and clothing to sex shops. He had had a meeting with Ann Summers' buyers that afternoon, so that's what he was doing staying here tonight.
She laughed. Yeah right, as if she was going to fall for that. What did he really do.
So he said that he could prove it if she wanted. He had a bag full of supplies in his room, including some very sexy lingerie.
"Tell you what" he said, "To make up for your disappointment tonight, I'll give you a present. You can choose any item of clothing you want from my samples bag and keep it"
She looked at him dubiously. Surely that was a line she had just been spun. It would be lovely if it was true though. He could see the doubt on her face, so he suggested that the barman use his break at 9 o'clock to accompany them, like a kind of chaperone.
Five minutes later, Rachel was in Simon's room, looking on as he laid a few bits of lingerie out on his bed. There were some nice bra and panties sets, and some basques and baby dolls.
Simon suggested that she might like to try some on, to see which one she liked the best.
They did all look very nice and very expensive. On an impulse, she grabbed a nice blue lace bra and pantie set, which looked to be about her size and headed for the bathroom to change.
In the bathroom her heart was pounding. What was she doing? Fuck it! This was Ben's fault. Well fuck him. She slipped off her dress and her comfort undies and put the lingerie on.
She hadn’t realised how see through it was - her nipples and bush were clearly visible through the sheer lace. She hadn't bothered shaving because she wasn't expecting any action tonight.
What the hell! She walked out of the bathroom, looking stunning. Simon whistled appreciatively and asked her to give him a twirl. She did, enjoying the compliment and the attention and feeling sexy in the underwear, even though she was acutely aware of what was being revealed through the lace.
The barman, Paul, and Simon were both sitting up on the bed against the headboard.
"Mmmm..." said Paul, "you’re such a hottie, love your ass in those panties"
"Thank you" she said, blushing a bit again.
Simon moved off the bed and grabbed another case. Opening it, he asked "Any toys you fancy?"
Rachel looked down into the bag. Wow! "Well ... I always wanted to try these" she said, holding up a string of graduated anal beads.
Both men look at each other and grinned
"Sure go for it" Simon replied "but take this too" and he handed her a bottle of lube. He laughed, "don’t forget to use that first"
Rachel dashed to the bathroom again, excited beyond words at how her evening had turned out.
She was gone about 10 minutes. When she returned she had a sheepish grin on your face.
"How was that?" Simon asked "Would you recommend them to my customers?"
"Oh yes! I'd always wondered what an anal toy would feel like. I've never had anything up there before."
Yet again a deep red flush coloured her cheeks.
"Hmmm..." Simon was thinking. He reached into the bag and pulled out a larger anal plug. "Would you like to try something a little bigger up there?"
"Oh yes" she said, eagerly, but then she looked at what Simon was holding. "I'm not sure I could get that in by myself" |
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