1. Rachel's Dare - Part 3


    Date: 1/21/2017, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: staceyshackleton, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    The cafe was full as I arrived. The threat of rain hung over the city, and the murkiness of the cloud-laden sky signaled a wet weekend may well be ahead. Despite all that, the promise of rain had not deterred a small army of officer and retail workers from retreating to the fleetingly-brief sanctuary known as Friday lunch. I hoped Rachel was already here, otherwise we'd be in for the game of "hunt for a table" across the next six cafes, with no guarantee of emerging victorious. As I stood in the door to the cafe, a woman at a near-by table gave me a sharp look. Without saying a word, she gave me the hurry-up to get inside and close the door. It was cold outside and the woman clearly didn't appreciate the draft that swept in with me. Nodding my head in slight acknowledgement, I stepped forward and closed the door behind me. A waitress bustled over to me, menu in hand, with a slightly frazzled look on her face. I quickly held up a hand to delay her inevitable question, and cast my eyes around the packed room. Thankfully, Rachel was a hard woman to miss and my search was rewarded within the space of a few seconds. Rachel had a tendency to stand out in a crowd. Not through the use of extravagant or revealing clothing, it had to be said. As I spotted her sitting at an otherwise empty table, I noted that she wore a simple business blouse, with a couple of buttons modestly undone at the top. A smart, stylish, full-length rain coat was draped over another chair to the side of where ...
    she sat. Rachel was the kind of woman who'd look hot even in a rain coat , I thought idly to myself. Still, all of that was hardly out of place or out of line with professional lady-like attire. As beautiful as she was, that wasn't what made Rachel such a find. It wasn't even her red hair that made Rachel so instantly recognisable, or the athletic physique that she'd maintained late into her thirties. No, there was something else that made Rachel stand out in the crowd. It was the way that she constantly seemed to have a faint, amused smile on her lips, and the way that risk and adventure seemed to dance in her eyes these days. I pointed at Rachel and smiled at the waitress, who briefly acknowledged my gesture before heading off to her next task. Walking through the crowd, the light drone of conversation drowned out my approach, so that I arrived at the table seemingly without Rachel having noticed. "Hey," I said, by simple greeting, and collapsed into the chair opposite her. She'd had her head buried in the menu as I'd walked over. Looking up, she seemed surprised to see me, and momentarily opened her mouth. I looked at her, and as the seconds passed and she didn't say anything. A lightly puzzled expression crept on to her face. "Ahh. We were meeting for lunch?" I volunteered, as Rachel still seemed lost for words. Suddenly a light seemed to switch on in Rachel's eyes. "Ohhh," she said, finally, "sorry, Peter! I almost didn't recognise you," she paused again, and this time ...
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