We decide to go out for a nice night; dinner and drinks. You wear a nice dress and heels while I wear a tie and jacket. The meal is fancy and romantic and we enjoy each other's conversation and company. When we go to the bar for drinks we choose a dimly lit place. We only find one seat at the end of the bar next to the wall. You take the seat while I stand against the wall facing you. This way you are facing away from the rest of the place. Our conversation gets more and more intimate as we have more drinks. We have to get closer to hear each other as the place gets more crowded and louder. That means we are speaking into each other's ear frequently. You can tell I like the feeling of your breath on my skin. I keep one arm on the bar and you absent-mindedly rest your hand on mine. My other hand is on the back of your stool and, when you lean back, you can feel my fingers against you. As we talk more and get closer, I gently stroke your back as you caress my other hand.
As we talk more, my hand rests permanently on your back just where the material of your dress begins. You seductively stroke my fingers and, with the hand that is between you and me you reach up and start to fiddle with the buttons of my shirt. Your fingers are fidgeting just above my belly button and, sometimes, you slip them under my shirt through the openings between the buttons. Your eyes look up at me and you bite your lip. I bend forward and start to kiss your cheek. Then I move to your neck then back up. Gently kissing you. Then I take my hand from the bar and put it on your bare knee. Your hand stays on the bar as I slowly move my hand up your thigh. Your legs are crossed and, as I get higher up your leg, you turn so your back is angled to the bar. You are trying to close off the view so, when I get to the hem of your short dress, no one will see. I continue to lightly kiss your neck and ear, the hand on your back holding you in place, and the fingers of my other hand slipping under your skirt along your outer thigh. You discreetly look over your shoulder at the other patrons. The bar is crowded. The man next to you has his back to you. Everyone else is in conversation. At the far end, where the bar makes a right angle, there are a few people who might see you, but they wouldn't be able to see my hand under the bar.
Just when you wonder what those people could see, my fingers slide over the top of your thigh and nestle between your legs. My fingertips are so close to your panties I think I can feel the first indications of the fabric. Your eyes go wide and you quickly turn to me, realizing just how far I'm going to go. Your hand tightens on my shirt as I gently pry your legs open and start to subtly rub your pussy through your panties. I go all the way down until I'm stopped by the barstool. Then I drag my fingers up until I'm where I think your clit is. Sometimes I miss but other times I stop right on top of it. You moan each time and spread your legs a bit wider for me. I'm starting to feel your panties dampen from your pussy. It helps me find your clit more easily and you start to writhe slightly in the seat. You look over your shoulder again. No one is noticing but you decide to try to keep as still as you can.
Your hand clenches my shirt in a fist when my fingers slip under the side of your panties. I use them to pull your pussy lips open and slide my fingers along your folds. You are so wet. I reflexively lick my lips and you know exactly what I want. To taste you. To feel you on my tongue. It is such a turn on for you to know how badly I want you. You arch your back as I methodically rub your wet clit. I run my fingertip along one side of it and down the other. I slide my fingertip over the top of it. I tap it gently. I hold it between two fingers and pinch slightly. Over and over. Your breathing gets heavy. Your breasts straining against your dress and your nipples clear. The hand on the bar is clutching your glass tightly. Your other hand is now on my waist, your fingers sliding into the top of my pants. That hand holds me so close to you it is difficult to move my hand on your pussy.