They've been having a great time. They've been lightly touching each other throughout the show...holding hands...lightly touching her legs and her neck and arms during the show....stealing glances. Yes, a little smoldering has been going on as they are both attracted to each other and anticipating.
He has been admiring her legs and cleavage all through the production of Les Miserable... My god, she looks like a model and is stunning in the solid black dress that is as short as it can be and still be worn at a formal occasion... Of course, her fit frame makes this dress look breathtaking where it might look trashy on a different body type on a different woman.
As they enter the downtown hotel room he has rented for the evening she is standing in front of him. Only the street lights are shining through the gap in the windows... He doesn't reach to turn on the light.
After they walk inside, with the lighting subdued, he is standing behind her...she doesn't turn around. He lightly touches her hair and strokes his fingers down it and down the outside of her arms ever so lightly....she doesn't turn around....he is standing behind her...she can feel his breath on her neck....he pulls her hair away from her neck and she can really feel his breath and he lightly kisses her neck...he again lightly runs his fingertips from her shoulders down her arms and this time all the way down the outside of her legs...she doesn't turn around...her breathing is getting more rapid. She asks if she can turn around and he says, "No, this is about you feeling good." He again takes his fingers back to her shoulders and runs his fingertips down the front of her body lightly brushing her breasts this time as he lightly traces his fingers down her body and lingers on the curve of her buttocks. Oh her skin is so smooth through the silkiness of the fabric of the dress.
Looking at her, he realizes that with her high heels, the bottom of her dress and her butt cheeks are just inches from his hands and his hard penis that has been erect all evening. His balls are sore from being restrained and continually rearranged in his dress pants and inside the ever tightening smooth slippery fabric of his sport boxer briefs.... Ever since he noticed the outline of the slinky, likely black thong he realized she was wearing as she walked down the theater aisle in front of him.