Stood up

Going to Ellen's had become a weekly ritual for you. You'd spend every Friday evening in the small, cozy restaurant, looking at the clients sitting around you as you'd nurse a glass of wine. In a couple of months, you had witnessed two proposals and many, many breakups. Men and women sobbing and begging as their partner told them that they were leaving.

But your favorite occupation had been to watch that one cheating man who always booked the farthest table from the large window. It had only taken you a few Friday evenings to realise that the man was a cheater. The first time you’d seen him he had been dining with a woman of his age, they had held hands a couple of times throughout their meal and, judging by the alliances on their hands, you’d figured that they were married. The next time you had seen the man though, he had dined with a young woman. A very young woman. You’d thought nothing of it at first, perhaps she was his daughter, but when they stood to leave and he wrapped his hand around her waist, you'd noticed that the ring was missing from his finger. And of course, it had piqued your curiosity. Since that evening, you had seen him nearly every week, alternating between his wife and his mistress.

Tonight, the man was dining with his wife, and watching him holding her hand made you sick to your stomach. How could anyone pretend to love someone only to betray them in the worst of way was beyond your comprehension. You were busy observing them over the brim of your wine glass when the waitress walked past you, showing a client the way to their table. The woman’s perfume hit your nostrils before your eyes even landed on her; a mix of something sweet like vanilla (or perhaps caramel?) and some spiciness. Cinnamon was your guess. You looked up right in time to catch a glimpse of her face as she walked by and what you saw left you breathless.

To hell with the cheating man and his oblivious wife, you would not be wasting a single more second watching them, not when that woman had just walked in and was now sitting in a booth at the perfect angle for you to observe her. You watched as she peeled her long coat off her shoulders, leaving her in a cream dress that sinfully clung to a pair of wide hips. Your mouth went dry as you let your eyes rake down her legs, taking in her calves and the beige stilettos she had on. Your staring was interrupted by the waitress pouring you another glass of wine, her lips pulling in a smile as she noticed your blushed cheeks. "Is she waiting for someone ?" You asked Lydia who had somehow become a friend after serving you every week for months. "Mhm, she booked a table for two. But her date is already late." The waitress whispered back. You rolled your eyes. What kind of moron would make a woman like that wait ?

When Lydia walked away, you noticed that the woman was now holding a glass of red wine. You quietly observed her for nearly half an hour, watching how her face fell a little more each time she checked the time on her phone. It was clear by now to both you and the woman that she had been stood up and her date wouldn’t show up. She called for the waiter and a couple of minutes later a bottle of red wine was brought to her table. You weren’t sure but from afar you could swear that she had swallowed thickly a couple of times as she poured herself another glass, as if she was trying to get rid of a lump in her throat. And that was enough for you. You would not let that woman sob and cry like all those women you had witnessed being stood up before.

You quickly got on your feet, hooking your handbag on your shoulder and picking up your wine glass before walking the few meters that separated your table from hers. "Hi," you said as you approached and your heart dropped in your chest when she looked up at you and her blue eyes met yours. At that moment, you could have done anything to rid her eyes of the sorrow that had filled them. "I couldn’t help but notice you sitting all alone-" you started, watching her jaws tense a little as she was reminded of her failed date. "Well, I was sitting alone too." You quickly added "And I thought, what a shame to let such a beautiful woman spend the evening alone, I must rescue her." You chuckled a little.

The woman tilted her head and scrutinised you for a few seconds before eventually giving a little nod. "Have a seat" She spoke with a British accent, looking at the empty chair in front of her. You sat down and for the first time that night you were able to take a proper look at her. Silver hair pulled back in a sophisticated updo, lips painted in a deep burgundy colour that matched her nails. And those eyes, God, those eyes. "I’m Larissa, by the way." The woman’s voice pulled you out of your reverie. "Such an elegant name, it suits you." You smiled and gave her your name in return. "Y/N" Larissa repeated, her voice low, and it was enough for you to wonder how she would sound moaning it. With your head between her thighs, would she breathe your name out or loudly whine it out ? You shook your head a little. For god’s sake, you needed to get a grip.

If you had been able to read Larissa’s mind though, you would have found that the woman’s thoughts weren’t far from yours. You might not have realised it but Larissa had caught you staring from across the room. Being so different from everyone else, Larissa knew all too well the feeling of having someone’s eyes on her. But when most people usually looked at her to mock her physique, she found nothing but awe and curiosity in your stare. It’s the only reason why she had ordered a bottle of wine. If you had not been there she would have simply left after her first glass as soon as she’d realised her date wouldn’t come. But deep down, deep down, she had hoped that you would come up to her and her heart skipped a few beats when you had approached her.

Larissa and you made small talk for a while, she talked about her job as a school principal and you told her about yours at the flower shop downtown. She told you it was her first time at Ellen’s and asked if you often came there. You nodded, explaining how it had become a ritual to dine here every Friday night when you finished your shift. "And do you always stare at strangers around you ?" The tall woman eventually asked, making your cheeks turn bright red. "Yes, I noticed." She let out a soft chuckle and you realised the sorrow was gone from her eyes, replaced by a playful glint. "But do tell me, what were you thinking about while watching me ?" And this time your whole face and chest turned crimson. You couldn’t tell her. You couldn’t possibly tell her that your eyes had raked her body more times than you could count, cursing the imbecile who had decided to stand her up that evening, thinking you would gladly take his place and spend the night with her.

"Oh don’t act all shy now, you were staring at me so unabashedly. I want to know, please." It almost sounded like a plea. She knew what you had been thinking about, of course she knew. But she needed to hear it, needed to know that despite her date standing her up that night, someone found her attractive. That she looked good enough for someone to want to stare at her, and not just because she was too tall or her shoulders too broad or anything else that usually had people staring.

"Well, how could anyone not look at you ?" You started, your heart thumping loudly in your chest. "At first I wondered if you were here on your own, but it quickly became evident that you were waiting for someone. Judging by the way you fidgeted with your rings and kept checking the time, I figured you were waiting for a date." You stopped for a second and took a sip of wine before resuming your monologue. "After a while I think we both realised that you had been stood up and, god…I thought that whoever was supposed to meet you here tonight was an asshole. Because who in their right mind wouldn’t want to go on a date with a woman like you ? And I thought that if I had a chance with someone like you, even for one night, I would make sure to treat you like the goddess you obviously are."

It was Larissa’s turn to blush and look down at her glass, shaking her head a little as if to deny the compliments you offered her. And you thought that, of course, she was the kind of woman who didn’t know how ethereal she looked. But you would prove it to her, you would drop to your knees and worship her if you had to, and you secretly wished that she would let you.

"What if I gave you a chance then ?" Larissa whispered so lowly you wondered if you had heard it right. She looked back into your eyes expectantly and you took a deep breath, not wanting to fuck this up. "Well, if you gave me a chance…I suppose it depends on what you’re looking for ?" You simply answered, wanting to know if you would both be on the same page. Larissa stayed quiet for a moment, swirling the wine in her glass before taking a sip. And suddenly you felt it, the tip of her stiletto rubbing against your calf. At first it was just a light brush and you thought it had been an accident. But when you felt it again, pressing harder against your leg, you knew it was no accident. "What do you have to offer ?" The older woman asked, her voice dropping an octave. Anything you want, you thought, you only have to ask.

"I can take you home. Mine or yours, whichever one you prefer." You suggested and Larissa shook her head a little. She lived at the school and didn’t feel comfortable bringing a stranger there, nor did she feel comfortable going to a stranger’s house. And it made sense really, so you nodded and offered something else. "I can take you to the bathroom. It’s clean and spacious enough for both of us. Lydia, the waitress, will keep an eye on our belongings." You could see the gears turning inside Larissa’s mind for a few seconds before she agreed to follow you. You told her to go first and you would join her in a minute or so, just enough time to make sure no one would be suspicious.

You whispered something in Lydia’s ear as you walked past her on your way to the bathroom, earning a nod and a smirk in return. It wasn’t your first time fucking a stranger but that woman, she made you feel like a teenager full of hormones, your heart beating loudly in your ears when you raised your hand to knock on the door. "It’s me." You said, and the door immediately opened, a perfectly manicured hand pulling you inside before closing and locking the door behind you.

In less than a second Larissa was, literally, all over you. Her lips crashed onto yours in a demanding kiss, her fingers digging almost painfully into your hips. All you could do was moan and kiss her back, allowing her entrance to your mouth when you felt her tongue push against your lips. "Larissa," you whispered as you pulled away, smiling a little at the way her lipstick was smudged all around her mouth. "Let me take care of you, relax and enjoy." You said, making the woman smile and nod.

You dropped to your knees and bunched up the tall woman’s dress over her hips, coming face to face with the lacey black panties she had picked that morning. Whoever had stood her up truly was a moron. You ran your hands up and down her thighs, watching goosebumps cover her skin as she spread her legs a little. You wished you could take your time, you would have spent hours worshipping this woman if you could, but you knew it was only a matter of time before someone else would need to use the bathroom.

You kissed both of her inner thighs before pressing a kiss on her covered mound, smiling as you heard Larissa’s breath hitch in her chest. She stepped out of her panties when you slid them down her legs and you were immediately hit with the strong smell of her arousal which made you groan audibly. You slipped your tongue between her wet folds, licking deliberately slow from her clit to her entrance and moving back to her clit to wrap your lips around it. Your thighs clenched hard hearing the whine Larissa let out when you began sucking on her clit, her hips bucking against your face.

"I-I need…I want more." The woman stuttered between moans and you happily obliged, lifting your eyes to look at her face when you pushed the tip of two of your fingers inside her. Larissa’s brows immediately furrowed, her mouth falling open in a silent cry when your fingers pushed farther until you were knuckle deep inside her. You pumped your fingers in and out a few times, letting Larissa adjust to them before curling them and searching for the sweet spot which you knew would drive her crazy. It didn’t take long for the blonde to turn into a moaning mess once you started rubbing the pad of your fingers on the rough patch inside her cunt.

You couldn’t help but take a moment to admire her beauty, how ethereal she looked with a hand clamped to her mouth, desperately trying to muffle her sinful cries while the other one was tightly holding onto your hair, pushing your face harder against her slick core. You knew it wouldn’t be long until Larissa’s climax when she put one of her toned legs on your shoulder, the tip of her heel pressing almost painfully on your lower back, making you moan at the delicious mix of pain and pleasure.

Larissa felt the coil inside her being close to snapping and tried her best to draw out the moment, wishing she could have you worshipping at her altar for hours. "Let go, cum for me." you groaned against her flesh and the little encouragement was enough for Larissa to get pushed over the edge, her sex clenching around your fingers and your name slipping from her red lips in a streak of moans and whimpers.

You carefully slipped your fingers out of her and lapped at her folds a few more times before gently pulling her leg off of your shoulder. "You alright ?" You asked with a soft smile as you got back on your feet, your mouth and chin slick with the woman’s juices. Larissa chuckled softly and cupped your cheek to kiss you, tasting herself on your tongue. "Thank you." She whispered, looking into your eyes for a few seconds before shaking her head a little and picking up her panties.

You walked to the sink to wash your hands and face, watching in the mirror as Larissa put her underwear back on and fixed her dress. "Well, um…" The tall woman blushed, she was rarely left speechless but was now at loss for words. "You don’t have to say anything, post sex clarity can often be awkward with a stranger." You offered her a smile and she nodded, giving your hand a gentle squeeze on her way out of the bathroom.

You closed your eyes for a moment, taking a few deep breaths and waiting a couple more minutes before walking out into the restaurant. When you got back to the booth, her belongings were gone and a napkin with a note had been left on the table. "Thank you for making me feel beautiful tonight, you’re an angel. Xx" and it was signed with her name and a lipstick mark. You smiled to yourself and shoved the napkin in your handbag before putting on your coat and waving at Lydia to pay for your bill.

"She paid your bill, you must have made quite an impression on her." The waitress winked and walked away to another client, leaving you chuckling to yourself as you walked out the door. Oh Larissa, what a woman you are. Flung out of space.