Jane's Encounters: Diane's Shock
by Christine Oram
It is best to read these stories in date order as there is a considerable continuous narrative, albeit a different episode each time. ____________________________________________________
Everyone at work but particularly Diane was having a difficult week. Sales and revenue were down for the last six months, and Diane was in the firing line together with the company's top brass. Diane confessed she was considering resigning and would probably have to travel on the weekend and for the first half of next week. Jane knew however this was reflexive reaction to a bad work environment. Diane said this kind of thing quite frequently, when things got tough, but never went through with it. Although she was well off, very few people like to voluntarily cease getting a paycheck, and Diane's was substantial. Jane commiserated and said she felt her pain. Jane herself was involved recasting their budget and revenue expectations for the year, which she found stressful. Having to help Larry with this was hardly a recipe for a good time. For most of the nights that week she slept poorly and on Thursday night particularly badly as rumors had circulated that there would be layoffs announced on Friday.
So, it was some relief to get to the end of the day on Friday and find that no one had been laid off. Jody mentioned that they were all going out to a bar to celebrate their survival. Jane, exhausted as she was, decided to go too, but was disappointed when Roz said she was taking her daughter and her daughter's new boyfriend out for dinner, so couldn't make it. Jane had assumed she would be going. She went to see Diane who said the last thing she felt like doing was going for a drink. A warm bath and a good night's sleep was more what she was after.
"What an exciting life you do lead." Jane said, with good humor, although she felt much the same. Diane asked what the occasion was. Jane said, no occasion, just the usual boozy session, she assumed. "Perhaps to celebrate not getting fired this week?"
"Morituri te salutant." Diane said enigmatically.
"What?"
"A drink before death or oblivion. Who knows what will happen next week Janie? Have fun, be careful. I won't see you this weekend, as you know. You can use the house. Don't burn it down, pretty please."
"Damn, now you've ruined my whole plan for this weekend. I was about to go out and buy the matches."
"Come here, Janie. Better close the door though." They embraced and kissed each other.
"Dee, I'll miss having you this weekend. My god I miss you so much when you're away."
"Same here. Leave my door open. Try not to piss off Judy on the way out. She may be going for a drink too."
"Judy can fuck herself," Jane said cheerily.
Jane and Jody got to the bar around 6:00. Jane was so tired she'd fallen asleep for 30 minutes in the late afternoon. Roz had woken her up and said that Larry was looking for her. Jane panicked and rushed down to see him. He said he just wanted to ask her a question, and she didn't answer her phone. Normal people would have emailed me, she thought. She answered his question. As she turned to go, Larry asked how she was. It caught her by surprise, Larry so rarely showed any interest in her life. He was notorious for being unconcerned with the personal matters of fellow employees.
"Fine thanks, why do you ask?"
"I apologize for the tough week."
"Oh that, it's not your fault."
"You've handled it well, so thank you for your effort. I know I am not particularly good with compliments, but I do appreciate you and what you do, even if I never say it."
"Well, you did just now. Thanks very much Larry, it's nice to hear. Have a nice weekend."
"Same to you Jane. I'll try."
The exchange had a surprisingly positive effect on Jane's mood. When praise is rarely given, it is treasured when it arrives.
In the bar, Jane recounted the exchange to Jody. "Well, maybe he thinks he'll get fired so he wants to thank you in case he's clearing his desk on Monday. Hell, maybe he's even got laid off already."
"Don't say that I think I'll miss his grumpy presence."
"Jane, only you could say that about Larry. I guess that's why he likes you. Better the devil you know though right?" Jane agreed and finished her drink. Jody's explanation of why he had been nice to her depressed her as it seemed quite possible.
"I'll get you another?" Jody pointed at her wine glass. "Oh Jane, this is Estela. I'll be back in a second." Estela knew who Jane was by reputation and she lived up to it. Estela had rarely seen someone who was so strikingly attractive. Estela was a small, dark complexioned, young woman, presumably fresh out of college. Small, but perfectly formed, came into Jane's mind. She gushed about how nice it was to meet and how she had heard so much about her. She was very talkative. Jane sat back listening to everything about her in great detail. She had Brazilian parents. "That explains your dark good looks," interjected Jane, somewhat inappropriately, but Estela wasn't listening and was still talking about herself. Jane felt a little bad, but all she could think about was whether she would talk as much if she were in bed with her. She imagined her on the end of her vibrator, trying to keep talking and then coming but still talking while she climaxed. Jane realized she was quite turned on by Estela. She felt too tired to try and get a word in edge ways as Estela excitedly talked on, the words tumbling in a torrent from her pretty mouth. Jane wondered what it would be like kissing her. Miguel came up to them and gave Jane an adoring smile. He's annoying, she thought. "Stella, I'll buy you a drink if you like." She clearly liked Miguel and said. "OK." Miguel asked Jane if she'd like one too.
"No thanks. But thanks for asking."
"Next time then?" Jane gave him a smile and Estela said how nice it was to meet her. "Yes, likewise. I'll see you around." She heard Estela say. "You like her, don't you?" to Miguel as they sauntered off to the bar. Jane thought it inevitable that Miguel would get his handsome claws into her quickly. Poor girl, she thought, I wonder how long that will last.
Jody returned and they chatted about the state of the company and the worry about possible layoffs. Phil joined them and sat next to Jane. Her light green midi dress had a Henley shirt type neckline revealing her shoulders and arms. Its ribbed elastic fabric stretched to her curves. A slit at the front showed a glimpse of her calves. Her brown sandal's heel was hooked over the leg of the bar stool, her legs crossed, the shape of her bosom and thighs easily discerned under the elastic cloth of her dress. Phil as usual always enjoyed sitting next to her. Her body in that sexy dress made it both better but also worse for him. So close physically, yet so far from really knowing what she was thinking.
They chatted on, the drinks flowing. John came over and he recounted some amusing anecdotes about his interactions with Judy. He mentioned how Judy seemed so devoted to Diane and he found it sad, but funny the way she guarded access to her. Jane then piped up about how she had tried to blacken her name when she saw her with Marie that morning. "She's fucking weird. She dislikes me. I've never done anything to her, so I don't know why."
"Well, she didn't do a good job of spreading gossip, as I never heard that story about you." Phil agreed with John, wondering what Jane was talking about. Judy had mentioned seeing Jane kissing Marie to Jody. She explained except she added, luckily, that Jane had been saying goodbye to her sister, and that it was not some lesbian thing, which was what Judy seemed to be thinking. John shrugged and said, if it had been a lesbian thing, who cares anyway. As he was by now under the influence of multiple beers, he added, that if it had been true. "It would be kind of hot, anyway." Jody and Phil cried out in protest and Phil slapped him good naturedly around his head. Jane, who felt very tired and the worse for wear, just smiled wanly in their direction. Phil touched her arm to imply he was sorry on her behalf.
Jane didn't care about the comment. "She was just trying to blacken me. Fuck, if I wanted sleep with women, what's it to her, or to anyone anyway? It's tacky that John finds the whole idea hot, but that's because John, we all know, is just hopelessly tacky." They all laughed. "No, I think she doesn't like me because she's in love with Diane. She wants to protect her from the likes of me for some reason." The others smiled. Jody agreed. Phil, ever so correct as usual, said now they were spreading further unfounded rumors just like Judy. John told him he was a boring do-gooder. Phil was a little confused as he knew Jane had no sister, but he thought no more of it. They moved to a table, and the others joined them as they ate some food. Estela talked at high speed and was the life and soul of the group. The men liked her. Jody and Jane clearly felt she was exhausting.
"Does she ever shut up?" Jody whispered to Jane.
"I've heard it rumored she did once, but someone called a doctor it was so unusual." Jane's voice was slurred.
Jane was tired and drunk, and she tried not to slump against Jody or Phil, who sat beside her on the banquette, but could not stop herself. Neither of them minded, they could see how she was. Another round of drinks was ordered and as they all got louder and louder, Jane arose and rushed to the ladies' room. She vomited everything she had just eaten into the toilet. She felt so tired and intoxicated, she wanted to sleep in the stall.
Jody found her and pulled her up. Jody was not much better, but Jane was asleep on her feet. Jody guided her to the sink and got her to wash her hands, and then carefully wiped Jane's mouth with a wet paper towel. "Babe, what happened to you? You're totally hammered." Jody passed her fingers through Jane's hair. "Your hair's a mess. We can't have you like this. You've gotta go home and sleep it off. Come on, don't fall asleep." Jane's hard body was warm against her as they went back outside. Jane immediately fell asleep at the table, lying down on the bench. Jody was worried about her. Phil was drunk too but could hold it better than Jane. Miguel and Estela had just left.
Jody said someone should take Jane home. John offered but added she lived in the opposite direction to her. Jody, who lived out in the suburbs, had no desire to take Jane home as it would mean missing the last train. Phil, seeing how it was, said he would take her home. He reassured Jody, who knew very well how he felt about Jane, that he knew where she lived and would look after her. She said. "I'm sure you'll be a gentleman with her, right Phil?"
"Of course I will, I'm fucking in love with her."
"Yes, I know, that's what worries me." Jody had known for some time he did.
"Well don't. I'd never do anything to hurt her." He said it with the intensity of someone who was himself drunk.
He helped sleepy Jane up. Her arm was draped around his neck, as she stumbled out of the bar, her shoes dragging on the floor as she lent on Phil.
Outside John was talking to Pete, who looked at Jane. "Phil, you lucky dog, you get to take her home. She's way gone, isn't she? Don't do anything I wouldn't do, man."
Jane opened her eyes and muttered drunkenly. "He's a good boy, Phil is. I love him, just tell him how to get me home." Phil shushed her and pushed her into the back seat of the cab and then squeezed in beside her. Phil had to admit he enjoyed the sensation of Jane lying against him, his arm around her. She was sound asleep, but so beautiful. The cab stopped and the cabbie asked if he needed help to get her out. Phil woke her up and managed to get her into the atrium. He had to find her keys in her bag. They rode up in the elevator, Jane holding him tight. Inside he let her slump down on the sofa. She made retching sounds, so he rushed into the kitchen and found a bucket only just in time.
Cleaning the bucket, he contemplated that if she had not been dead drunk, this would be his ultimate dream, Jane stretched out and him looking down on her. The vomiting was a bit of a downer, but he could look past that. She stirred when he shook her gently. "Jane, rinse your mouth out with this, it'll make you feel better in the morning. Use the toothbrush. Come on, that's a good girl." She groaned and complained, but she did it, spitting the mouthwash into a bowl he held for her. He got her to drink a glass of water after which she closed her eyes and slumped back on the sofa asleep.
Phil had never been in a situation like this before. He noticed the framed picture of Diane, all amazing cheekbones, and green eyes. In her small kitchen there were many pictures of attractive women, her friends. There were very few pictures of men, which might have caused him to wonder, if he had thought about it.
He returned to Jane. He wanted to put her to bed. His sexual drive urged him to take her green stretchy dress off and put her to bed in just her underwear or totally naked. It was like fighting the devil himself to stop him. He removed her sandals and took off her brown, wooden bead necklace. He tried to lift her from the sofa, but lifting a dead weight like this was not so easy.
"Come on babe, wake up." He held her in his arms and kissed her tenderly. He could not help himself, he was as hard as a rock. "Oh god, Jane." Her head slumped against his. He could smell the mouthwash on her breath. She moaned and woke up and gave him a smile. His penis was almost painful it was so stiff.
"Oh Phil, you are a hero. So sorry you had to take me home, so sorry." She kissed him, and he kissed her back on the side of her head. Then he managed to lift all 140 or so pounds of her and carried her to the bedroom and put the sheets on top of her. She stirred and looked up at him, her brown eyes looking right into his. She felt a wave of gratitude.
"Come here," she whispered. He took his shoes off and lay next to her. The kiss was long, their mouths together, her tongue in his mouth, his brain swirling with erotic thoughts. His penis seemingly about to explode out of his pants. Oh, to put it in her. Her head fell back, and she closed her eyes. "Phil, thank you my darling. I'm so smashed." Then she was asleep, snoring lightly.
"Oh Jane, you know how to tease a man," he said to the sleeping beauty. He switched the light off and closed her door. He lay on the sofa and as he thought about the beautiful object of his affection lying alone in the next room, he savored that amazing kiss. He was thinking that on this date, he looked at his watch, and at this time, the greatest moments of his life had occurred. He fell asleep and dreamt of naked Jane joining him on the sofa and making him totally and completely sexually satisfied.
Jane appeared in a robe around noon the next day. Phil was on the sofa wondering what to do. His face showed his delight seeing her. He was always glad to see Jane, but he had also been up for an hour and had not been able to decide whether to wait for Jane to wake up or leave her a note and let her sleep.
"You're up," he said.
"Yes. Hello." Jane sat down next to him on the sofa. He was conscious of the thinness of her robe and the body underneath. He was not sure he could take much more of the torment. "Thanks for taking me home. I don't remember much."
"How's your head?"
"Not as bad as I feared, how about you?" Phil had quite a bad headache. Jane said he should have made coffee and asked if he'd like some. He said he would.
"Come into the kitchen then, I'll make it."
She fussed with the coffee while he sat at her small kitchen table. Phil commented. "Jane, you know a lot of pretty women. I suppose like attracts like." She looked at him and he pointed to all the pictures on the fridge. Sarah, Jenny, Cathy, Csilla and others. Diane had seen them and had said nothing, she didn't want to ask in case Jane told her things she didn't want to hear. There were also a few of Jane taken a decade ago of her with friends at college. Jane looked as athletic but not as lean as she does now. Phil wished he had met her then.
"Well, it'll be the same with you. Handsome is as handsome does." Phil commented that there were no pictures of men apart from those in the shots taken at university. He had only just noticed.
Jane mumbled something, but Phil missed it. He really wanted to ask about this person she had told him she was in love with. Jane gave him the mug of coffee and feeling that Phil was close to putting two and two together disarmed him by saying. "I should take a shot of you, you're about the only one of the folks from last night that I really should have up there as you're such a good friend." It was true, but still only a friend, not a lover. She found her phone and he tried to look unconcerned and normal in the photos she took and not the pathetic schoolboy that he felt he was when around her. He hoped very much she would treasure the shot of him for ever.
Jane sat down and they drank their coffees. He could see Jane's bare knee extending from her robe underneath the table. He had been looking at Jane's legs for months now, and yet even seeing just her knee excited him still. He realized that he was so far gone it had become ridiculous. He launched into asking about her boyfriend. "Jane, are you going to tell me who you're going out..."
Jane guessed what he was going to say. She got in first, cutting him off. "Phil, I'm so grateful to you for looking after me last night. I am embarrassed. I was tired to start with, and the drink, well it seemed to do a number on me. You put me to bed."
"Don't mention it. Yes, you're heavy."
"Go on flatter a girl why don't you."
"Well, I try. Seriously though you weigh just the right amount."
"Question; did you, um, sleep with me?"
"Can't you tell?"
"Well, you, we didn't make love, I can tell that but were you asleep next to me, you know? I don't think I mind really if you did, as it's you. I just want to know."
Phil felt he always made the wrong choice. Now she tells me I could have slept with her in the same bed and not on that too small, lumpy sofa. Why am I cursed?
"No, I didn't. But now I wished I had."
"You might have got carried away, so it's probably best you didn't." Phil wished she had not said the qualifying statement at the end.
"Yeah, you're probably right, but I did enjoy our kiss. It was awesome."
Jane smiled at him as if he were telling a joke. He marveled at how luscious she looked after such a heavy night. The robe was tight around her figure. He assumed that she was wearing nothing underneath. No, he thought, probably panties at least. I should control my fantasies.
"No really it was. It was really special."
"Phil, did I, we kiss? I don't remember." Jane truly did not. It worried her. She was certain he did not fuck her, but a kiss. No, she couldn't remember.
"Oh Jane, please don't tell me you don't remember. You started it, we had a really good session."
"Mouth to mouth stuff?"
"Yes, of course, you must remember."
"Did you touch me up? I won't do anything, I just want to know."
"Nothing sexual, but you pushed against me. I held you. You were fucking lovely."
"Phew, a narrow escape. Sorry I truly don't remember kissing you. Thank you for being so honest Phil. I appreciate it. Do you want breakfast, I have cereal and bread?"
They ate breakfast together. Phil was hoping that sober Jane would let them continue where they had left off last night, but after a while he knew it was not going to happen. He did not understand. They got on so well, she obviously liked him, and the kiss had almost made him come. Even now he had to stop thinking of her body under the robe as she sat opposite him talking and laughing away, her face wonderfully animated and alive.
Breakfast was finished and Jane said she was going to have a shower and get dressed. He was half hoping she would ask him to shower too. When she did not, he said he ought to be going. He wanted her to fall down on the floor crying and gnashing her teeth, begging him to stay, but no, that did not even remotely happen.
"Ok, darling Phil, thanks so much again." He bent down, Jane was quite tall, but he was over 6ft. She kissed him gently on the lips, much as she had kissed Rika. A hint of sexual promise, but only a touch. He felt her toned body as he gave her a hug imbued with all the pointless passion he felt for her, and she showed him out. "You're a special man, Phil, I hope you find that unique someone for you soon."
He left the building and walked home. A long walk. He had been so close to his personal nirvana, and yet it might as well have been as far away as the Milky Way. He resolved to stop thinking about her and move on. While he told himself this, his brain was seeing her body under that diaphanous robe, taunting him.
Diane got back to work on Wednesday morning. The week was not shaping up any better than the previous one. Although there was general relief that no one had been laid off after all. She heard a worrying snippet of gossip from Jody, however. They were talking about her business trip when Jody let drop about Phil going back with Jane.
Diane tried to keep her expression unchanged, but once again, yes once again, she felt the cold wave of dismay that Jane was cheating on her.
"What do you mean?"
Jody laughed. "Well, you know how much Phil likes Jane. He took her back to her apartment. He spent the night with her. She was as drunk as a skunk, and he wasn't much better. Anyway, I'm pleased for them both. They're so good together. They make a beautiful couple."
"Jody, are you saying Phil slept with Jane?" Diane's green eyes suddenly made Jody wonder if she shouldn't have said anything.
"Well, yes, that's what happened. Thank God someone could look after her, or she would have passed out in the ladies' room." Diane looked a little shocked. She sat down and put her head in her hands. Only a little time ago Jane had put her through the ringer with Marie, now it was Phil. My god she has taken up with men again. What the fuck is wrong with her? Suddenly Diane thought it must be her. Jane no longer finds me attractive, or I'm not a good enough sexual partner. Jody looked on. Diane was clearly upset.
"Diane, what's wrong? Did I say something?" Jody wondered suddenly whether Diane and Phil were or had been lovers. It would not be impossible. Oh my god she thought. "Sorry, I shouldn't gossip. They were both hammered, I doubt Phil could have got it up anyway, even if he wanted." She realized if Phil and Diane were a thing, what she said would not help at all. She apologized again and retreated, leaving Diane alone with her thoughts.
Diane had a bad rest of the day, and she avoided meeting or talking to anyone, including answering texts from Jane, asking whether she would be coming over for their weekly assignation. She felt so miserable and depressed that going home to her large, empty house seemed a terrible option. Leaving work that she found a slightly down at heel bar to drown her sorrows in the presence of other sad sacks. Diane felt old, ugly, and past it, although in her white blouse, black, chic, leather skirt, and her peep toe, high-heeled sling-backs and bare legs, her hair under a black, hair band she looked nothing like she felt. To be exchanged for a young man seemed so humiliating. It had been bad enough thinking about Marie, but Phil was younger than Jane, and masculine too. A double strike against her ego. Jane seemed always way more interested in women too. So much more than Diane. How could she be so wrong about Jane?
"Lady, she bought you a drink." The barman indicated a table with a lone woman sitting at it. Diane looked in her direction. "What is it?"
"It's a single malt. Expensive. I'd drink it up. It should make you happier." She gulped it down in one. The woman smiled and made a sign to the barman, who poured another one. "She likes you," he said. "She's paying for this one too."
"Well thank her for me will you. If you want, ask her over. I could do with someone to join me or kill me and put me out of my misery."
"Lady, I don't mind one way or the other, but here she comes." The woman said. "Why don't we sit over there? It's more private." Diane went with her and tucked her long legs under the table.
The woman said to her. "I like your leather skirt; it looks really good on you. You have nice legs too."
Diane's green eyes looked at her. "Well, thanks for the drinks. What have I done to deserve it?"
"Apart from looking like you don't particularly belong in this bar, nothing. But I think you look a bit lonely and unhappy. Perhaps I'd like to cheer you up, I hate to see unhappy people."
Diane fixed her with her eyes. "Maybe you can..."
"Anna." Anna smiled at Diane. She was a blonde woman, a few years younger than Diane, but not as tall or as glamorous. She had a round, beautiful face. She was dressed in denim and had a black leather jacket and a necklace with a silver skull. A white T-shirt. She looked like a biker, but had on sneakers, not boots.
"I'm Diane. You must be clairvoyant. I'm not happy at the moment, but what are you doing here on your own, buying strange women drinks? Not that I mind. I don't know about you, but I could do with another one." She waved to the server, and she ordered yet another whisky for her and one for Anna too.
"Diane. Such a pretty name." Anna paused, swilling the drink around her mouth, and inhaling the alcoholic fumes. "And such a pretty woman too." Anna continued, resting her elbows on the table. "I saw you at the bar and thought what's a beautiful woman like that doing drinking alone." Her fingers were unadorned by nail polish and her nails were bitten. Diane's wrist had her usual gold Omega, and her fingers had deep red nail polish. Jane had done her nails last weekend. Diane had been naked after a shower and Jane had done her nails afterwards before she got dressed. Yet another erotic memory.
"I was waiting for someone, but I've had a text, and she said she can't make it."
"Stood up then? Sorry to hear it. I've had a falling out with someone, so here I am. I thought a few drinks might help."
"Husband or boyfriend? I guess boyfriend, not sure why. Am I right?"
Diane replied that she was a widower, and she was almost right. Anna lent forward and said quietly that she had been stood up by her wife.
"What's the boyfriend's name? He must be a moron to have fallen out with you."
The drink was softening Diane's natural resistance to talking about her emotions. "His name is Jane, a woman, not a boyfriend."
Anna sighed. "Well, well, so here we are. My wife often stands me up. She's protective of me, but also frequently finds other people much more interesting than little old me. She's probably living it up somewhere with with some fucking bohemian "artist.""
Diane had guessed that Anna was a lesbian, her whole style shouted it. Somehow it made it better. She knew Anna was hitting on her, but then given that she must be upset, Diane could understand.
"Will she be having sex?"
"I don't know, but she could be, sometimes I feel I'm a total sucker." Anna looked more annoyed than sad.
"My girlfriend spent the night with a man. They're friends, but I had no idea that..." Diane felt her emotions rising uncontrollably and tears appeared in her eyes. Anna shook her head in sympathy and said. "Fuck her, she's not worth it. Cruel bitch." Anna was surprised anyone would shaft Diane; she was so totally fit.
"But that's it, she's not cruel, she's just unthinking. You wouldn't say that if you knew her. That's what makes her so infuriating. Look." Diane fiddled with her phone and showed Anna a shot of Jane. Her phone was filled with images of her, Jane loved to send photos of herself. Absent-mindedly she swiped through the shots almost mechanically. Pictures of Jane flowed past, pouting, lying on the bed, asleep on the sofa, laughing, striking a pose in just her underwear, then her totally naked. Diane was so used to seeing them, she was not thinking.
Anna exhaled. "Christ, Diane, she's, um, a real handful. She's incredible." Anna, already excited by Diane, felt even more so after seeing Jane. "Having her as your girlfriend, well, you're a lucky woman, but I see your problem."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to show you all those, Jane would not be happy." She wondered whether she would care. Who knows? Someone who sends sexy shots of herself in lingerie so Diane can masturbate over her, probably may not. Anna had never remotely had anyone who looked like either Diane or Jane.
Diane kept thinking how Jane was not cruel. She loves me, I know, but she is so fucking weak and doesn't seem to see the harm in sleeping around. She wanted to shake some sense into her. She's probably upset with me now for not going to her apartment. Diane realized she was annoyed with herself for not going to see her tonight. No, it's not Jane who's weak, it's me. I can't help wanting her and, like Anna, I put up with the shit she does to me because I'm a damn fool. Things were so much better when I was with Erwin, but Erwin is no more. Extinct. She felt more tears coming. She didn't want Anna to see a grown woman cry.
The bar had filled up and it was getting louder. Anna was thinking about when she should ask Diane to come back with her. She was weighing up whether her other half, Greta, would be home, but couldn't be sure since although she suspected she was up to something with that fucking painter, she could be home sooner than usual. When she was being unfaithful, Greta had all the same bullshit excuses. "It seemed so late, and I didn't want to disturb you; the bus never came; it was late, and I was scared to brave the subway; I knew you wouldn't mind, she's just a friend." On and on they went.
Diane pointed to the restrooms and Anna watched her, her beautiful tall figure in her sexy heels getting many looks as she squeezed past the people. Anna knew she was probably not Diane's type. That girlfriend of hers was clearly her type, but she felt sorry for her. She had seen her distress. Seeing someone as lovely as she was being so upset brought home that being beautiful is no defense against betrayal and lies. They were united in that at least. She finished her drink and walked to the restroom.
The women's bathroom was a few feet down past the men's. No one was waiting. Anna knocked on the door. "Diane? Diane?"
Diane sounded surprised, as well she might. "Hello?"
"Diane, it's me Anna. Let me in, please." There was silence for a few seconds, which seemed like minutes to Anna. The door opened and she stepped in and closed the door. Diane brushed against her and pulled the deadlock. Anna thought, OK, she knows the score. Anna was excited, she said her prepared speech. "Diane, I noticed you immediately you came in. I think you're beautiful. I want to try and make you happy even if just for a little time. If I can make you happy, then you make me feel better too."
Diane's green eyes looked down at her. Over six feet in her heels she towered over Anna. Anna put her arms around Diane's waist, and they started kissing. Diane put her hand down Anna's jeans feeling her panties. Anna had her hands under Diane's skirt and in a trice had pulled her black panties away, her fingers sliding along her sex. Anna pushed Diane against the sink and then Anna was on her knees, her head under the short leather skirt, her tongue exploring, her hands on Diane's thighs. Diane moaned. "Yes, yes." Then she was undoing Diane's blouse, unclipping her bra and when her large breasts were swinging free, she sucked them and pulled her nipples. Anna was enjoying herself despite the surroundings. "Diane, you are fucking gorgeous." Then Anna's head was under her skirt again, Diane lifted one leg onto the sink. Anna's tongue was licking her vulva from behind, her hand on Diane's thigh, her other hand was trying to rub her clit. Anna was spitting and dribbling on Diane's sex, her tongue insinuating itself into the uneven folds of her labia and sliding deep inside the warm wet cavity. Diane put her hand over her clit as Anna was having difficulty manipulating it. Pressing and rotating her pulsing clit drove her towards her orgasm, while Anna's tongue inside her added to the tumult of sexual stimulation. Diane remembered Leslie saying how she could easily pick up anyone at any bar. The thought of Leslie getting fucked like she was now by Anna drove her over the edge and into the chasm of her orgasm.
Anna felt Diane tense, her thigh tightened under her hand and then she shook, sighing and letting out some low moans. Anna got to her feet. Diane looked fabulously erotic, her blouse hanging open, her boobs thrusting forwards, her panties under her shoes, her legs apart with Anna standing in between her thighs, her hands resting on her knees. Anna pushed her face against Diane's, their noses touching, their lips caressing. "Diane, I hope you enjoyed that. I did."
Diane was a little surprised what a great climax she had had. Anna was quite an expert. "That was really good. Something tells me you've done this before." They both laughed. Then Diane unzipped Anna's jeans and soon her hand was feeling Anna's pubic hair and then she was twisting and turning as she masturbated her. Anna's white panties were very soon wet and she panted and moaned as Diane held her close, their mouths together. Anna let out a cry and she shuddered and climaxed, squeezing Diane in her encircling arms. She smiled as she looked into Diane's beautiful green eyes. Diane smiled back, which heightened the waves of pleasure she experienced.
Diane put her bra back on and Anna helped her button her blouse. She straightened her hair band and rinsed her face. They washed their hands. Anna went out first. Diane was about to leave when another woman entered. Diane looked embarrassed. "Sorry." The other woman said sorry too and backed out equally embarrassed. There was no sign of Anna in the bar, so Diane stepped outside. The barman asked if she felt better. There was a twinkle in his eye. Diane gave him a look, had he known she and Anna had been fucking in the bathroom? No, he couldn't possibly surely. "Thank you for being nice tonight," she said to him and left him a $20 tip.
Outside Anna was waiting, looking for all the world like a rather attractive boy in her denim and leather. "Well, this looks like the time when we part ways. I go this way."
"Yes, I guess so."
"Thank you, Diane, you are, well you are just, I don't know, awesome?"
"Thanks Anna. You were quite an expert at putting on the moves. Do you do it a lot?"
"Not at all, but we seemed to click though, didn't we?" Diane had to agree, she was surprised.
"But really Diane, if your girl is giving you trouble, just call me. I would never treat you like that."
"Thanks, although you are a married woman and here we are. Oh, and I don't have your number or anything."
"True, you can't believe a word I say really, but seriously you can have my number if you like. Greta, my wife, would be impressed if I told her about you, but she'd probably hunt you down. She can screw around, but I can't, according to her."
"No offence, but let's leave it for now. Just tell me your name. I'm Diane Wertheimer."
"Anna Gregorescu."
Diane moved over and they kissed. They enjoyed feeling each other. Anna felt small. "If I went out with you, I'd ask you to wear lower heels." Diane said that Jane had a thing about her height. "I could well imagine having a thing about you altogether, Diane."
Tonight had been a good way to forget their troubles, and their personal lives seemed quite complicated enough without adding each other to the mix, so they did not exchange numbers. Anna said this was her local bar, so if Diane wanted to be "picked up again," she could give it a try if life got her down. "You never know, I might be there."
Diane said. "Bye Anna. Don't sick Greta on me."
Anna replied. "I won't, don't worry. Good luck with Jane." She walked away not looking back.
Diane, who was over the limit, drove very carefully home. She had been surprised how much she had enjoyed Anna. She was not the kind of woman she found attractive usually, but tonight she had been a perfect refuge from the day's worries. Still fucking in the bathroom, even though this one was not too sordid, with Anna did not compare to having lovely Roz in the Four Seasons. The things that Jane drives me to, she thought.