I'd started the evening nervous. Things had been going well with us so far but I wanted to make sure our first Valentine's date was right.
In the weeks leading up I had been considering every Valentine's dinner offer that I'd passed by, each time worrying if you'd like the menu and if that set-menu thing was even your vibe. Now I was glad I hadn't taken those deals and my gamble to keep it local and simple had paid off. I'd remembered your love of board games and craft ale, so I found the cosiest pub to host that. Thankfully you loved it and the night had flown by with the you consistently beating me in Scrabble whilst the lewdness of the words rose with our alcohol intake.
Now with the alcohol stripping me of my inhibitions my mind lingered on the thoughts that had lay at the back of my mind all night. How I watched your curvy ass sway when you walked to the bar. Looking down at your cleavage when you were figuring your words and thinking about how that loose top was barely covering your perfect nipples that I love in my mouth. When you kissed me gently earlier how I hungered for longer deeper kisses and for those lips to touch me elsewhere.
So, when we finally got through the door, I couldn't wait any longer.
As soon as we get through, I grab you close by your hips and kiss you deeply, pressing you against the closed door. My hands run over your dress working round to your ass where I give a playful smack that encourages you to kiss me deeper, our mouths almost swallowing each other. My hand now slides from your ass towards the warmth between your legs, glowing through the dress. You subtly move your pelvis into my hand and I move my kisses to your ear, taking your earlobe between my teeth and gently grazing, whilst I move the skirt of your dress to ease my hand underneath, now touching your bare thighs and rubbing the damp crotch of your pants. Short, sharp breaths escape you as I massage your sex. Between us my cock starts to swell.