It had been a very long day of meetings. We were both dying to get through the last session and get to the nearest drinking establishment. Passing notes back and forth as we sat, counting down the time, we manage to pack up and say our good byes quickly. In a flash, we are back at the hotel to change and meet in the lobby for dinner and drinks. Trying to get our minds off of day one of the conference and trying to not focus on day 2.
I finished quickly and went down to the lobby to get some suggestions from the concierge for good places for dinner and entertainment. I turn around as the elevator opens, my jaw drops. You look amazing in your skirt and blouse, but I do my best to hide my thrill. I am going to be the envy of every man with you being my date. After a quick hello and compliment on how nice you look, I give you the update on my suggestions for the evening.
We get seated quickly at the restaurant. Being a quiet weeknight, we end up in a quiet booth toward the back of the room. After a couple of drinks and an appetizer, our harmless co-worker conversation takes a slow turn down a long road. We continue through dinner covering any number of topics from preferences to fantasies to perversions. Although they are not all completely new topics, in this venue, they seem to have added power.
Finishing up dinner, you take to lead, asking me what is next. Teasingly, I tell you it is getting late and well past my bedtime. But, to keep you out of trouble, I will do my best to stay up longer. You lean in, whispering that it will take a lot more than me to keep you out of trouble tonight. You give me a shy little grin and step out of the booth and I cannot help but follow.
We walk down the street to a little bar. It seems like a nice place for a drink, so we stop in. It is a quiet, cozy place with a stage near the front. We take a table near the dance floor to the right of the stage. You order a glass of wine, I continue with Jack and Coke. As our conversation continue to get more stimulating, there begin to be activity around the stage.
As we finish our second round, the band is finishing warming up and you have made it clear you are very warm. I order us another round and you grab my hand, leading me to the dance floor. Our drinks barely get touched as we spend the next several hours dancing and flirting. Our intense conversation has faded, being replaced by intense eye contact and at times, even more intense dancing.
The band takes another break, so we head back to our table. I check the time and you ask if you are still keeping me up past my bedtime with a teasing smile. You tell me you are ready to leave, but not for bed. I ask for the check as you make a trip to the ladies room. As we head to the car, you slip something into my pocket and give me a quick kiss on the cheek, and tell me thank you for a fun evening.
We get into the car, I get settled and reach into my pocket and feel what can only be your satin panties. You say nothing as you sit down, adjusting yourself so your skirt slides up enough to show me the lace top of your stockings. As we pull away, you tell me you didn't think you would need them anymore and you thought I might appreciate the souvenir. You reach over grab my hand, placing it on your thigh with your hand on top. When I do not respond as quickly as you hope, you begin to caress my hand with your own.