Barbara Needs To Talk

One crisp Saturday morning you arrive at a roadside diner an hour outside Austin. Expecting to meet Barbara, hoping your fiction worked. If not the picture's taken that night make a useful bargaining chip. However, your hope is to never need it. You're unsure of what to expect, as you entering the dinner. Behind the counter an older grey-haired woman watching the news on a small tube television, sipping from a mug. You notice few customers. Two teenage boys sitting in a stall in the corner, an older man sitting at the counter reading a newspaper and what looks to be a person in a raised hoodie.

You check your phone for the time, finding its 5.22am Barbara's message set the meeting at 5.15. As you search the diner for anyone you may have missed you notice the hooded individual protruding from a stall. You could now judge there features enough to tell its Barbara. As you move to sit down you notice two plates one empty the other with three pancakes covered in maple syrup. "You want anything, my treat?" she said while cutting a pancake with plastic utensils.

"I'm good thanks" your tone as soft as can be. You sit across from her waiting for her to make the first comment.

"I thought we should talk, get to know each other, last time didn't involve much talking, more fun". She reached across the table while speaking putting her hand in yours, a knowing smirk on her face.

She believed it was a drunken night of passion, you thought silently. "Yeah that was a special night" you offer as the reply. A dead silence now present.

"Hows work?" your feeble attempt at a conversation starter.

"Works been good, little boring not enough distractions" she emphasised distractions as she spoke.

You were catching on to her meaning. Your confidence bolstered by her playful intent's. You offer "I think I can help with that, I'm sure there is a bathroom around here somewhere" a cheeky smile now on your face.

Her eyes went wide with surprise, then turning her head and looking at the bathroom. Her gaze was contemplative. Her face showed a woman torn between here animal instincts seeking pleasure and the risk of getting caught.

You quickly move out of the seat, move to her side of the stall. Her gaze shifted to you, With your eyes locked you lean down and kiss her. You both remain locked in this passionate embrace for an eternity. You remember every time you fantasised about this woman, every revealing picture you saw of her, every long shower you wished she shared with you.

She clawed at your crotch with clear aim's, while your hand where cupping her breast through her zipped-up hoodie.

"Would you like some more coffee folks" the passion hits a dead stop. You and Barbara both almost in sink turning our heads to a grey-haired lady holding a mug. A look on her face caught between what the fuck are you doing and a smirk.

"Umm no where good thanks" as Barbara spoke her eyes darted to around the dinner, soon followed by you. Discovering every one from the cook to the teen's where staring at us. The older woman turned around and moved back to the countertop.

"So much for stealth" a tone of disappointment on her lips. She grabbed her handbag, searching for her wallet. You quickly pull out a twenty, a ten and a five from your pocket leaving them on the table in front of Barbara. "I would prefer to pay," she says while angrily searching her handbag.

"We have bigger fish to fry" you whisper into her right ear, then softly biting it. "We can take my car to somewhere more private since the bathroom is out". You stand up, turn around, grab the cash you placed on the table and raise it above your head. When the woman running the dinner makes eye contact with you nodding in approval and you return one.

You place your money on the table, lock your right hand and her left quickly moving to the exit.