This is the first of a series of vignettes. The stories are unrelated to each other, and they follow a theme of a couple or more folks enjoying an evening with each other. They are intended to be cozy and intimate with a bit of spice.
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It had been a while since Steve and Carolyn had had an evening together without the kids. Occasionally, they'd slip out for a quick trip to the drive-thru for some quiet, but they didn't often get a whole evening together like this. They had been talking about a night alone for months now. It was a such a great idea, they agreed, but it just never materialized.
Until this evening, that is. The kids were at grandma's. A table had been reserved. A quiet room waited for them at a nearby motel. There were no details to their plan beyond a nice, quiet meal, and some quality time afterward.
For dinner, they had chosen to go to a small Italian bistro in town called Dottie's. It was a cozy place just off the downtown main road, and across from an event venue which, thank goodness, didn't have anything happening tonight. It was like any rural Italian restaurant: wood furniture, ivory walls, plastic potted plants, and framed prints of decidedly "Italian" things.
Steve knew what his wife liked. He wasn't a chiseled hunk or anything of the like. But still, he wore a fitted, tailored suit minus the jacket. The slacks were a cool gray, and the shirt was a dark, almost teal, blue. That was paired with a lighter blue tie adorned with dark blue illustrations of flowers. It was simple, form-fitting, and included his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He wasn't sure what about his forearms that enticed her, but Carolyn loved a pair of rolled up sleeves on him. He made sure to keep them on display for her.
Carolyn kept it simple. She wore a muted red cocktail dress with a cropped black cardigan. Her necklace was a gold chain with hanging adornments that got sucked into the gravity well that was her cleavage. There was so much cleavage. She was a lot rounder and softer than she once was, and the dress hugged every curve and crease of her body. The neckline struggled to keep her breasts contained. Carolyn was personally unsure of how good she actually looked, but she knew what Steve liked, and she liked watching him stumble over his words every time she leaned over.
"I can't believe we got a night out", Steve said, tension releasing with each word.
"I know. Me too. We should do this regularly. Make a thing of it", Carolyn replied.
"God, yes. We should."
"Angie came by the house today for coffee. Asked me to help her plan a booth for 4-H for the Pumpkin Festival."
"Isn't that six months away?"
"Yes. Well. You know Ang. Always the planner."
The waiter approached with the bottle of wine they had ordered, and, proffering wine glasses, poured them each a glass. "Your food will be out shortly", he stated brightly, before stepping away.
"Does she have any plans already, or is it still all ideas", Steve asked.
"Still ideas. No clue what she's wanting. Probably something to draw in more kids. It's been a pretty small group for the last few years."
A moment passed before he slipped in, "Hey. Off-topic. You're looking pretty cute tonight."
Carolyn leaned over, a coy smile on her face as her breasts pressed against the table-top, "Oh? Pretty and cute? Is someone trying to get in my pants?"
Mesmerized by the display, Steve forgot what words to use and slowly replied with, "I love your pants too."
This elicited a cackle from Carolyn as she reveled in Steve's response.
Just at that moment, the waiter arrived with their food. As he was placing Carolyn's place, he got an eyeful of what had placed Steve in a trance. He did a slight double take and turned beet red. "Is there anything else I can get you two," he asked them both.
Both were fine, and the waiter moved on to other tables.
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After dinner, Steve drove their minivan, and old, troublesome beats, to the motel. Carolyn sat comfortably next to him and watched newly sprouted corn fields whip past as the sky smeared from a pale blue to a darker crimson. The clouds stretched in long strips, and she admired how beautiful it all was.
Steve peered over to her and saw her dreamily looking out the window. Her face was soft and familiar, with a cute little nose and cheeks he wanted to cover in kisses. She looked so gorgeous in her dress. The fabric hugged her curves just right, her hips made its own kind of cleavage into which he wanted to dive.
Carolyn peeked over and caught his leering. She loved his face. Solid, but soft. Her eyes traveled down to his body, enjoying how his clothes were tight in just the right places. She turned to him, saying, "I can't wait until we get there".
"Me either," he replied, "it's going to be so nice to not have any interrup--".
"No," she interrupted, "I *really* can't wait."
She unbuckled herself, crawled over, and kissed Steve's face. Her nails grazed lightly down his cheek, and lower across his chest. She reached down and rubbed his thigh. He felt himself getting hard as she did this. Quickly, her hand found his swelling knob. "Ooo... Are you being naughty?"
He worked with concerted effort to keep his eyes on the road. Occasionally, he'd dart his eyes over to her, and the perfect view of her chest threatening to escape her dress. A second glance, and he spotted the round swell of her ass making the fabric of her dress work hard to stay together.
