On Tuesday morning, Ray arrived at the restaurant and opened up. Tonight was the night of his next date with Liz and he'd still not been informed by her what it was they were going to be doing. He smiled to himself as he thought of her, just as he had done on the other countless occasions she'd crossed his mind since the previous morning. Sitting down at his desk, he decided to get started on some paperwork before any of the other staff arrived.

Half an hour later, his phone rang and he grabbed it quickly, hoping it was Liz. However, the name that flashed up on the screen was that of Tony, his head chef. His brow furrowing slightly, he answered the call.

Liz's third patient of the day left at eleven-thirty and she reached for her cellphone, deciding she'd let Ray ponder long enough as to what they were going to be doing tonight. However, the first thing she noticed when she looked at the screen was that she had a message from him. She clicked on a button and waited to hear his voice.

"Hi Lizzy, it's Ray. I'm so sorry about this but I'm going to have to postpone seeing you tonight. My head chef has just called in sick with a migraine and I'm going to be needed in the kitchen later to make up the numbers. I'm really sorry, I was looking forward to seeing you so much. Tony says his migraines tend only to last twelve hours or so, so I was hoping maybe we could rearrange for tomorrow night? Let me know, sweetheart…."

Liz hung up her phone and sighed. She had practically been counting down the minutes and seconds until she saw Ray again and now she'd have to add another twenty-four hours to her countdown. She heard her next patient coming in the front door and quickly shot off a text to Ray saying that tomorrow night was fine. She had been hoping to take him to the opening of an art exhibition tonight but now that was off the cards. She decided at lunchtime she'd pour through the 'What's Happening' section of the local newspaper and find something else for them to do instead.

The rest of the day passed in a blur for Ray as he found himself barely leaving the kitchen. Despite the fact he was no cordon bleu chef, he was more than competent enough to help the rest of his staff cope with the loss of Tony. When he got home, just after midnight, he was absolutely shattered. Lying in bed, he read Liz's text one more time, "Tomorrow night's fine. Will call you at lunchtime, Lizzy x". He knew he was acting like an infatuated teenager but something about the 'x' at the end of her text made him so happy. That and the fact she called herself by his nickname for her, rather than just 'Liz'. Turning his phone off, he rolled over and was asleep within minutes.

The next morning, when Ray got into work, just in time to help start the lunchtime preparations, he was happy to see that Tony was in place in the kitchen. Having quickly checked with him that he was okay and able to work that day, he then informed his deputy manager that he'd be taking the evening off. Returning to his office, he sat and did some more paperwork, whilst checking his phone at least once every five minutes, desperate not to miss Liz's call.

At one minute past one his phone rang and he reached for it so quickly he nearly sent it flying off the edge of his desk.

'Lizzy! How are you?'

'Hey there, Ray. I'm good, thank you. It's so nice to hear your voice again'.

'Me too, sweetheart. I've missed you'.

'Aw, there's my big softy again', Liz said with a light chuckle in her voice, 'I've missed you too though'.

'I'm so sorry about last night. If there was anything I could've done, I would've. Being the boss can be a pain in the ass sometimes'.

'Yeah, don't I know it', Liz agreed, glancing down at her full diary for the rest of the day.

'So, Ray, tonight….. I was thinking you could pick me up at about six-thirty? On foot, assuming you would like a beer or ten?'

Ray laughed at her, 'I'm not sure about ten. I think I learnt my lesson the last time I had ten beers on a school night. But, yes, that sounds perfect. Do I get any more clues, other than that alcohol may be involved?'

'Nope. However, wear something kinda relaxed, you know, no tie'

'That I can do. Okay, I'll see you at half-past six. I can't wait'.

'Me neither, Ray. See you tonight'.

Liz hung up the phone and sat there with a huge smile on her face. She'd missed him like crazy the last couple of days and just hearing his voice was enough to make the rest of her afternoon pass in no time. At five o'clock her last patient of the day left her office and Liz hastily packed up and headed out. She was home in record time and went straight into the shower, realising she'd put absolutely no thought at all into what she was going to wear tonight. She wanted to look sexy but not like she was trying too hard. Once she'd finished in the shower, she went straight to her closet and started rummaging.

At six twenty-nine, and Liz couldn't help rolling her eyes at Ray's promptness yet again, her doorbell rang. She was lucky she wasn't one of those women who was frequently running half an hour late when getting ready for a night out; Ray was obviously always very punctual. She picked up a light jacket and her purse and nearly ran down the stairs, such was her eagerness to see him. Yanking open the front door, she saw he was standing right on the doorstep, a massive smile already plastered over his face in anticipation of seeing her.

Before she knew what she was doing, she was in his arms and they were kissing. Neither of them had even managed to get a word out before they'd thrown themselves at each other. The kiss was delicious and lasted long enough they were both running low on breath. Reluctantly they pulled apart and rested their foreheads against each other's.

'I missed you so much, Lizzy'

'I know'

Ray quirked an eyebrow at her and she laughed at him before briefly pecking another kiss on his lips, ''I missed you too, Ray. You know I did'. Taking a step back from him, she gave herself a chance to drink in what he was wearing and how good he looked. Ray had chosen a dark brown pair of slacks and vest over a white shirt. Liz thought he looked good enough to eat.

'Very nice, Admiral. Smart but not too smart. Sexy without trying too hard. I'll give your outfit an A+'

Ray had been turning in a circle as she'd assessed him and she couldn't help but slap his ass as his back was to her, 'Ooh, Lizzy, if you actually want to go out tonight, you'd better not keep that up, my dear', he said as he kissed her again. She kissed him back, giggling.

'And you don't scrub up too badly yourself'

Liz had just grabbed a pale blue dress she had and matched it with some black kitten heels. She'd put her hair up for a change and applied minimal make-up.

'Not too badly?', she huffed and slapped at his ass again with her purse. 'For that, you're buying the first drink!'

'I thought it was my turn to get spoiled tonight?', Ray asked with a cocky smile on his face.

'Plans can change if you're too cheeky, you know'.

They set off down the road together, hand in hand, heading back into town. Liz still hadn't told Ray where they were going as she wanted it to be a surprise. She had no idea if he already knew about the event she was taking him to but she hoped he didn't. They walked right down the length of Main Street and took a right at the far end, heading for the High School. Once there, Liz paid for two tickets at the gate and they headed on inside. At last Ray could see what they were going to be doing tonight. There was a live music event taking place on the football field, with a huge stage at one end and various refreshment stalls on the running track either side. It was just a fundraiser for the school itself but the various musicians playing were professionals, rather than students. He turned to Liz and smiled at her,

'This looks perfect, Lizzy'

'Well, I was thinking about our first night out together, at the Post Office. And how much you said you loved live music. It's supposed to be a mixture of blues and soul. There's a piano and everything', she said as she nudged him gently.

Ray turned and cast his gaze upon the stage, taking in just how many instruments and musicians were up there.

'This looks fabulous. A wonderful idea, my sweet', he said as he leant down and kissed her gently.

Liz pulled away after a few seconds and grabbed his hand, 'Come on, let me buy you some dinner. They've got all kinds of stuff; what would you like?'

Ray looked up and down the various stalls. They did, indeed, seem to have a vast selection of various cuisines. However, there was one in particular that made his eyes light up. He started walking Liz towards the hot dog stand.

'Seriously, I'm offering you anything you'd like and you want a hot dog?', Liz asked him, laughing in disbelief. 'Not something just a little more highbrow?'

'Oh, no, this is just what I want. Ever since I missed out on one on Memorial Day, I've had hot dogs on the brain ever since'.

'Okay, well, it's your choice. And a cheap date for me'

Ray laughed as they took their place in line, 'Well, I'll try to make up for it by having an inappropriate amount of expensive beer, if it'll make you feel better?'

'I thought you said you'd learnt your lesson last time?'

'It'll be fine. I'll just miss out the scotch this time'.

Liz looked at him doubtingly and shook her head, 'Okay, sailor, let's see if you can hold your rum a bit better this time'.

Once they each had their hot dogs, both with all the trimmings, they went and perched on the front row of seats in the grandstand. The music was due to start in under half an hour and as they wanted to get a good spot near the front so they could see the musicians at work, they both made short work of their dinner. Once they were done, they moved towards the stage, picking up a pitcher of beer for Ray and a bottle of Chardonnay for Liz en route.

'I am so going to regret this in the morning, aren't I?'

'You'll be fine, Lizzy. By my calculations, this is still less than half of what we drank last time!'

They found a spot not too far away from the stage and sat down, Liz cursing the fact she'd forgotten to bring a picnic blanket with her. Still, the ground was dry so it wasn't really a problem. Sitting side by side, Ray slipped his arm around Liz's waist and pulled her in close, kissing her on her cheek.

'Thank you, my dear. This really was a great idea'.

'You've not heard the band yet; it may still all be a disaster'.

'Well, I've eaten a delicious hot dog, I have a pitcher of beer and I have the most beautiful woman in the world in my arms. I'm thinking it's already been a perfect evening', Ray said as he leant in and nuzzled gently at Liz's neck. She giggled as he was tickling her and pushed him away slightly. She was also feeling a little self-conscious as she'd not yet ascertained if there was anyone there that she knew and didn't want to be caught canoodling like a teenager. The fact they were on the grounds of the High School she'd attended just added to the feeling that she was doing something naughty.

Ray poured himself a beer and a glass of wine for Liz and they both sat back to listen as the first band of the night started playing.

Amber Gordon couldn't believe her eyes when she spotted Ray and Liz sitting on the grass near the stage. They were all over each other. Ray kept kissing Liz's neck and his hands were roaming all over her back, occasionally dipping down to squeeze her ass. And Liz's hand was somewhere in the region of Ray's upper thigh, she couldn't see more than that. She pursed her lips and glared at them both, the hypocrisy of her outrage completely lost on her. The fact that someone like her, who threw herself all over men she barely knew, could be so aghast at Ray and Liz's behaviour could almost have been laughable, had she not had revenge on her mind. She had set her sights on Ray and wasn't used to being usurped by another woman. She pulled out her cell phone and called a number she had last called first thing Monday morning.

By half-past nine, Ray and Liz were both feeling the effects of their long-finished beer and wine and were standing up to listen to the music. Ray was behind Liz and had his hands clasped round her stomach, his chin resting on her shoulder. She was leaning back into him, turning her head often to kiss his cheek or nibble at his earlobe. They could each feel themselves getting more and more turned on as they swayed together in time to the music and the rock-hard bulge poking straight into Liz's lower back left her in no doubt as to just how turned on Ray was. She turned her head to him and whispered in his ear. He pulled away and looked at her, slightly shocked. But when he saw the mischievous look on her face, his shock quickly disappeared and he smiled at her, a newly acquired devilish glint in his eyes. He nodded to her once and she bent down to pick up her purse before taking a hold of his hand and leading him off the field in the direction of the main school building.

Meanwhile, Amber was checking her watch, frustrated at how long the man she had called was taking. She kept looking over towards the entrance but nobody new had come through the gates in over half an hour. Sighing dramatically, she turned back to where Ray and Liz were sitting and noticed, to her extreme consternation, that they must have moved. Cursing the name of the man who was keeping her waiting, she started to move through the crowd, determined to find them again.

Liz pulled Ray behind the main school building towards some smaller buildings out on the far side of the grounds. There were various structures here, mainly used for storage or for groundskeeping equipment and Liz knew there was one spot that would be just perfect for what she had planned. They walked between two small sheds and came out into a small alleyway, blocked off at either end by brick walls. As soon as they were out of the lights from the school, she turned to Ray and pushed him back against one of the brick walls, locking her mouth onto his and grabbing his crotch, almost roughly. They had both been so turned on now, for what felt like hours, that Ray had no problem whatsoever with Liz's eagerness. He reached behind her, at the same time as deepening their kiss, and grabbed her ass, pulling her tightly against his straining member.

Just as she was about to pull out her cellphone and call him again, Amber saw the man she was waiting for striding towards her.

'About time, where have you been?'

'Doesn't matter. Where are they?'

'I don't know. I was so distracted with looking out for you that they must've moved away and now I can't find them anywhere'.

The man glanced around the field and over towards the refreshment stalls, 'Do you think they're still here?'

'I'm pretty sure. I was standing near the gate waiting for you and they haven't left. Even when I was in the crowd looking for them, I kept looking at the gate to see if they'd got past me'.

'Okay, I'll take the crowd, you take the stalls. Let's find them'.

Ray couldn't wait any longer. He sank to his knees and pulled Liz down with him. The ground behind the shed was just soil but it was bone dry so neither of them was worried about getting too filthy. He pushed Liz down gently and lowered himself over her, nudging her legs open.

'I've been wanting to be inside you since you opened your door tonight, my beautiful girl. I don't know how I've lasted this long'.

'Me too, Ray', Liz said as she unbuttoned his vest and shirt and ran her hands down his chest.

Ray pulled her dress straps down over her shoulders and nudged her dress down just far enough that her breasts were exposed, Liz having foregone wearing a bra due to the fact her dress had inbuilt support. Ray ducked down and started to lick and suck on her nipples as they swiftly responded to the cooling night air. Meanwhile, Liz had untucked Ray's shirt from his pants and was working on his belt buckle. As they continued kissing, Liz managed to undo his belt and his fly and had released his erection, gently running her hand up and down its length. Ray lifted her dress from the bottom and took hold of her panties, negotiating them off in no time at all. Meanwhile, Liz had pushed Ray's pants down over his ass and taken a firm hold of it. She pulled him towards her and with no further preamble he started to push himself into her. Liz groaned and bit gently down into Ray's shoulder in order to muffle the sound. Despite the fact she was now in her thirties, there was just something about doing this at the school she'd gone to that made her feel completely out of control. And it was all adding wonderfully to the experience.

Ray slowly slid inside Liz, delighted to feel how wet and ready she was for him. He started moving straight away and they both knew this was definitely not going to be a long experience. The previous three hours of being together without being able to get to this point meant that they each felt like they'd undergone enough foreplay to last a lifetime. Liz pulled Ray in as close as she could with her legs and arms and they started rocking together. Ray had placed his arms under Liz's back, at her waist and her shoulders, and was attempting to prevent her from hurting herself from the friction of rubbing on the dry ground.

Before too long, they were both panting and grunting, as loudly as they dared. Ray felt himself starting to reach his peak and he lifted Liz's hips just so in order to change the angle of his thrusts. Liz responded immediately and pulled him in even tighter. Within a few short seconds, they were both climaxing and Ray buried his mouth into Liz's hair in order to minimise the volume of his cry.

They lay there a few more minutes, just kissing and stroking each other. Eventually Ray sat up and helped Liz to her feet and they both rearranged their clothing. They looked at each other and both laughed at the same time.

'I can't believe we just did that. At my school!'

'Well, it was my school too, don't forget. Although it's changed quite a lot since I was here'.

Once they were what they hoped was presentable they made their way back to the football field just in time to hear the last song of the evening. Ducking out from near the back of the stage, they resumed their position and stood there, enveloped in each other's arms, as the band finished up.

Not forty feet away, Amber turned to the man she was standing with, both of them staring pointedly at the backs of Ray and Liz.

'Well, I wonder where they've been. I'm pretty sure that's mud on Liz's pretty little dress, don't you think?'

'Yeah', Tom said, as he ground his teeth together, 'Yeah, I do'.