I really can't recall much about Rick's Café in New Paris, Indiana. But I will never forget the woman I met there.
"I hate eating alone," she said. "Don't you?"
"Why not join me?" I asked, gesturing to the empty chair.
Rachel was in her mid-20s. She had pale green eyes, an unruly mane of auburn hair, and a lithe, dancer's body that turned half the heads in the room as she walked to my table.
"As Time Goes By" was playing on the jukebox and I remember thinking, "Oh, that's from 'Casablanca.' How appropriate." And when she sat down, the first thing I noticed about Rachel was her gift for putting people at ease. Within a few minutes, it seemed as if I'd know her all my life.
We ate grilled steaks, drank Argentine Malbec, and chatted about everything and nothing at all. By desert, we were flirting shamelessly. At some point, I may have mentioned I was staying at a nearby hotel. She confessed an attraction to older men who knew how to 'put a girl over their knee.' It was a phrase I hadn't heard in decades, but I understood exactly what it meant.
When the bill arrived, she offered to pay half. I refused.
"All right, then the next bottle is on me," she announced. Within half-an-hour Rachel was at my door with two bottles of Pinot Grigio.
Even before I'd popped the cork, we were flirting more intensely than ever. She sat so near I could see the the green highlights sparkling in her eyes and smell the rich floral fragrance of her perfume.
Rachel complimented my physique. I praised her 'charms.' When she tossed her head back in laughter, her sweater stretched across her breasts, accentuating taut nipples. When she crossed her legs, her skirt rode up her thighs, revealing an enticing glimpse of white lace panties.
Although I was nearly twice her age, I couldn't help but fantasize. How would it feel to kiss Rachel's lips? Were her breasts the same pale-porcelain hue as the rest of her complexion? Would having Rachel's impossibly long legs wrapped around my shoulders be the closest thing to Heaven that I had ever known?
When the first bottle was gone, I stood up to open the second and noticed her eyes roaming up and down my body.
"You've added some weight," she said with a shy smile.
"I know," I said, looking down and patting my stomach. "I shouldn't have eaten the fries."
"Oh, not there," she replied, her eyes focused lower, on my crotch.
She was right. I wasn't fully erect, but I was well on my way. I gazed into her eyes, a little embarrassed. I didn't need a second glance to recognize her look of undisguised lust.
"Can I see it?" she whispered, nodding to the front of my pants.
Not knowing how to respond, I hesitated.
"Please?" This time her voice had a pleading, almost desperate edge.
Without speaking, I unsnapped my trousers, unhooked my belt and slowly lowered my zipper. She bit her lower lip, but her gaze never wavered.
The pants slid off my hips and down my legs to floor accompanied by the soft hiss of fabric against flesh. I felt goose bumps forming and the familiar tingle of sexual arousal coursing along my spine.
The contours of my cock were clearly visible through the thin cotton briefs. It hung down, arching over my balls. I could even see the hard ridge just below the tip.
"Will you strip naked for me?" She asked.
I nodded.
"Will you touch yourself while I watch?"
Again, I nodded.
"Will you make it cum for me?"
"If you want," I replied softly, hooking my thumbs under the waist band and lowering my briefs until my cock popped over the elastic, bouncing slightly.
She caught her breath, then asked: "Where do you want to cum?"
I didn't know what to say.
"On my tits?" she asked, cupping her breasts as if to offer them to me. "How about my face?" Her hands moved to her face and she made small, circular motions as if applying some kind of facial cream.
"Or in my mouth?" she continued, swirling the tip of her tongue across her lips.
"Or, maybe, in my pussy?" she whispered, deliberately parting her legs so that I had an unobstructed view of the panty-clad space between her thighs.
"All of those," I sighed. "Even if it takes all night."
Gradually, she lifted her gaze to meet my eyes, and I was shocked by an abrupt metamorphosis. Moments earlier her words, her expression, even her body language, had been confident, even sexually aggressive. Everything about her screamed arousal.
All that had turned on a dime. Rachel was slumped like a rag doll and the face that now looked up at me, framed in a halo of tangled curls, wore the expression of a wide-eyed child whose lips trembled with apprehension.
"I… I've been bad… haven't I?" she asked in a tiny voice that had nothing in common with the worldly, womanly contralto I had just been hearing.
If Rachel were acting, she deserved an Oscar. For a moment, I considered ending this strange dance. Rachel seemed to sense my hesitation.
"I… I know I've been naughty," she said, her voice still small and childish, but with a sparkle in her eye that let me know she wasn't completely possessed.
"Yes, Rachel, you've been very naughty. Very bad," I said, improvising the best that I could. "Tell me why you've been bad, Rachel," I heard myself saying with uncharacteristic forcefulness.
"Because I had... wicked thoughts."
"You are to call me David," I ordered, catching on to my new role. "What thoughts, Rachel?"
"Bad thoughts, David," she said, her body squirming as if in a struggle with some inner demons.
"What bad thoughts, Rachel. Tell me!"
"I was thinking about your.... your..."
"About what, Rachel? Say it."
"Your cock, David. I was thinking about how your cock looks when it gets big."
"You wanted to see my cock, Rachel. Is that all?"
"No, David. There was more. Bad things. Naughty things."
"What else, Rachel?"
"I wanted to see you touch it, David. To make it grow hard."
"And?"
"I wanted to watch you make yourself cum, David. I wanted to see you squirt."
"You wanted me masturbate for you? Is that everything, Rachel?"
"No, David. I wanted to feel your cum on me... and in me."
"Where, Rachel?"
"On my breasts, David. And my face."
"Where else, Rachel?"
"I can't... can't say."
"Tell me, Rachel. Where else did you want me to cum?"
"In... in my mouth, David."
"And?"
"In my pussy.