It was Dove's birthday, so I decided to do something special for her....
We met for drinks downtown after work at a quaint little bar called the Mango Grove. It was an intimate underground speakeasy with cozy booths, low lighting, and a pumping electronic beat that the hip local crowd was grooving to. After we were cosily tucked into a comfy corner booth by the maรฎtre'd, Dove asked for something sweet, so the server brought a key lime martini along with a tall and tasty Belgian ale for me. She looked more ravishing than usual today, and I couldn't take my eyes from her. Dove was wearing a very stylish suit jacket, which opened to hint at a sexy lace camisole underneath, and short matching skirt โ very business-like for the office, but also exuding immense sexual power.
After a quick toast to her birthday, we sipped our drinks and then Dove leaned in closer for a quick kiss, and thanked me for planning the evening โ even though she was a bit cautious about the events of the night, as I hadn't actually told her much.
"Don't worry", I reassured her, "It'll be fun and relaxing", then I leaned in for a second kiss โ this time lingering and playing my tongue softly against her lips and teasing the tip of her tongue. Dove's hands ran up the length of my inner thigh to express her approval, but stopped just prior to making contact with my bulging groin โ such a tease, I thought โ but her coy looks betrayed that she must have know she was in for some good loving later in the evening.
After some light banter and playful caresses below the table, we finished our drinks and I hailed a cab on the street to take us to our next destination, opting to avoid the cold November rain for the 8 or more blocks to our destination. On the way we chatted some more, loosened a bit from the drinks, "Thanks for the story you sent me this morning, Mr. Sexy", she whispered into my ear in the back of the taxi, "I had to save it for lunchtime, and it got me so wet." Of course this delighted me, to imagine her squirming in her office chair unable to take care of her sexual needs amidst the open office area with her co-workers, and the idea that I had caused her such sexual distress with just a simple story. As she kissed me again with increasing depth and passion, Dove tucked something into my hand โ It was her moist panties from the day, providing me with proof of the affect that my story had on her. The thought that she was now not wearing anything beneath her skirt brought my already erect member to a new level of firmness, and I was glad of the extra room the front of my causal work slacks afforded me to grow in.
Soon enough we arrived in front of our destination, a brick heritage building in the older but still happening area of Hastings Street. The business was unmarked except for the street address, but local business men have used this facility for close to a hundred years โ and guarded its secret well against becoming over popular. By the time I paid the cab and ushered her into the reception area of the grand building, Dove was decidedly pleased with the opulence of this strange place, yet still confused by the lack of any signage indicating its function.
Several men, and perhaps a few of the women, passing through the foyer caught Dove's eye, and returned lewd and admiring glances, feasting upon her with their eyes and wishing to change places with me. This made my partner a bit self aware, but caused me to swell with pride for having this delicious vixen on my arm. My reservations were in order and so we were assigned a room number and I proceeded to lead Dove down a sweeping set of stairs leading into a catacomb of hallways to the private area set aside for us. Locating the door to our assigned room, I began to finally explain the history of this place to satisfy Dove's curiosities.