A Wonderful Night
Wonderful Tonight
by Eric Clapton, begins to play through Allen's car stereo as he sits in his car waiting for Amber to show up for their date. He's known her for but a few days from work, but recent events had brought them closer than they ever thought they would find themselves and this evening was the night they took it one step further.
Wonderful Tonight
... It truly was the theme song of the evening.
In his mind, he has pictured her a thousand times and in a thousand ways. Her smile, her laugh, the way her hair fell about her face, but what he could never shake was her eyes. Every sparkle and fleck inside made him weak. Her eyes were like crystal chasms personally carved by the Gods themselves; and he knew they took extra time on the rest of her body as well. But... when she smiles... it is easy to see how anyone could completely lose themselves. Helen of Troy must pale in comparison, or maybe in a past life, Amber
was
the face who launched a thousand ships.
He got there early, as he usually did for any event, more specifically so he would never have to make her wait. He closed his eyes for a moment and breathed in deeply. When he opened them, he watched the sunlight dance across the sky and followed its waltz through the clouds to a familiar sight: Amber had just pulled into the parking lot and into the spot right next to his. She got out, shot him a smile, and immediately he knew this was going to be a
wonderful
night.
Allen got out of his car and could barely muster the strength to close his door. As awkward as the moment was, she thought it was amusing. Her face lit up with laughter. They came together in an innocent hug, which seemed to last for hours. Seemingly breathing each other in. As they stood there glued to each other, they mentioned how good it was to finally see each other again.
Allen nuzzled Amber's ear and whispered sweetly, "You look absolutely amazing."
Amber, bit her lip and sunk deeper into his arms as she thanked him with a peck on the cheek. "You don't look so bad yourself in your non-work clothes."
They both laughed and Allen took her hand and led her through the parking lot to the diner next to the theatre.
They sat down at their table, and glanced over the menu. Neither one
really
even giving the menu a thought; instead, catching the other staring.
"So, Mister, what are you getting?" Amber asked coyly.
"Hmmmm," Allen said, "I have to say, what I want doesn't appear to be listed on the menu."
"Oh really? And what would that be?"
Allen grazed his foot along Amber's leg and said, "If I followed your leg, I would be right in the middle of it."
Amber blushed and closed her thighs tightly on Allen's foot before firing back with, "Ah, so you mean my foot? 'Cause that's at the end of my leg!"
"Not quite, but I'd be happy to start there."
He stood up and walked around to where she sat and squeezed in next to her. Then placed his hand just above her knee and let his fingers dance slowly up her thigh. "What I'm looking for is much closer to this end of your leg." Allen said.
"Mmmm, I think that's an even better place to start, than my feet, but I might be biased." Amber reached down and placed her hand on Allen's and moved it 5 inches higher.
He Allen pressed into her jeans and could feel her heating up inside. Amber gripped his hand tighter and let out a soft sigh as he continued to tease her with his hand. Amber pulled her menu over her face to hide her pleasure from the rest of the diners, and then moved her hand onto his thigh. Allen squirmed, a bit, at the touch of her soft hands.
Just then, the waitress appeared to take our order. Their hands popped back to their menus and embarrassingly ordered a milkshake.
"Two straws please," Allen murmured.
"You got it." The waitress said as she left for the kitchen, probably more embarrassed than they were at what she walked into.
Allen turned to Amber and smiled; beet red. They both chortled and laughed it off.
The waitress returned with their milkshake and they both leaned over to take a sip. Their lips mere inches apart.
"It's too sweet" Amber said as she sat back up.
Allen took a sip out of her straw and sat back as well saying, "It's because your straw had
your
lips on it."
"Awww thanks." Amber said.
Allen placed his hand back on her thigh and said, "My pleasure to say so. But I'm sure these lips are much, much sweeter." Moving his hands back to where they were earlier.
"Mmm, well mister, I think you should find out for yourself." She challenged with a raised eyebrow and a poke to his arm. Allen whirled around and motioned for the check.
Allen dropped a $10 bill and said, "Keep the change" so that they could head out sooner.
He helped Amber to her feet and placed his hand at the small of her back as they walked out the door. As they left, he moved his hand into the back pocket of her jeans. Seeing her backside was one treat; feeling it that close, was even better. Amber did the same to Allen's and they walked into the theatre.
They showed their tickets and headed towards the doors. Allen opened the door and ushered her in. As she passed, he gave her ass a playful smack and then followed her in. She quickly turned around and pulled him closer and planted a kiss on his lips. They slow danced with their kisses all the way up the ramp to the completely empty theatre. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist as Allen held her up with his hands on her ass. They continued to kiss and nuzzle their noses as Allen carried her up the walkway.
They looked back into each other's eyes and giggled. "I guess it's just you and me," Amber said, " Now, I wonder where we should sit?"
They quickly found some seats at the back wall of the theatre. As Allen sat down, Amber straddled his hips and placed her hands on either side of his face. She pulled his head closer to hers and teased him with kisses. All the while, gyrating her hips on his crotch.
Allen's hands wandered all over her body. Starting at her hips to steady her and slowly worked their way up her back from under her shirt. Her skin felt like silk and tightened as they continued to let their hips grind together.
He traced her rib cage with his hands to her breasts. Lightly, he brushed his hands against them; pulling her bra down just enough to release her nipples then letting his fingers find their way to them. He put his fingers to his mouth to wet the tips and slid them back under her shirt. His fingers traced her nipples and gave them a playful tug.
The sensation sent a shiver down her back as Amber let out a low guttural moan. She arched her back; Her legs tightened around his waist as Allen worked his kisses on her neck. He slid his hands down her pants and fondled her ass as they continued to work their hips into each other. His tongue followed the flawless curve of her neck all the way down to her shirt line.
Amber pulled her low-cut shirt down; just enough to expose the cleavage of her silken mounds. Allen's hands reached back up and pressed them closer towards his mouth; licking from one side to the other.
He then slowly rolled his tongue down the curve of her breasts to her pointed nipples. Moistening them with his kisses, with his licks, which turned into, soft sucking motions. Every close of his throat, which drew her further into his mouth, made them even harder.
Amber moaned with ecstasy and grinded harder against Allen's hardening crotch.
"Damn these fucking jeans!" Amber whispered in-between breaths.
Amber pulled Allen's head back up and ravaged him with kisses.
At the same time, Allen worked on loosening Amber's pants by removing her belt, undoing her button and tugging at her zipper.