The Night Out
It had been a while since we were afforded the luxury of a night out, life being the way it is. Stuff always seemed to pile up in the way...stuff for work, stuff for the farm, stuff with the kid. Stuff. Stuff always seemed to be in our way. Not tonight however, tonight was about us. Tonight, we were newly weds. Tonight, we were kids again, climbing into the truck to go for a drive. Going to explore...explore the world, explore ourselves...explore each other. Tonight was ours. Tonight, we took for ourselves, without thought or care for anything but our own wants or desires.
We arrived at dinner, happily clinging to each other like teenagers, drawing smirks and looks of derision in equal measure...my hand around your waist, resting lightly on your ass as I gently guide you to our table, following the direction of the maître d'. The room is dimly lit, soft music providing an ambiance to cover up the chatter of several disparate groups. In one corner, a group of college age couples out celebrating...something. In the middle, several couples and groups litter the floor like so many discarded toys, our table provides us visibility to see it all. To observe the comings and going of all parties as if we were some disinterested lords watching our subjects pretend at court. It was a novel way to pass the time while we waited on the wine menu to arrive.
We start simply, one glass of wine for you and a glass of scotch for me. One glass becomes two. Two becomes four, as they are wont to do during revelries and celebrations. Before we knew it, we had requested the bottles be left at our table, no expense to great for our evening. Nothing depends upon us, nothing, no responsibilities, no demands of our time, nothing but what ever strikes our fancy. Tonight, we are free, flowing from one frivolity to the next, flowing as easily as the wine from the bottle into your glass...which leads to a dilemma. You are quite ravishing in your simple black dress, pearls, and your hair done up in a simple pony tail and ribbon. The subdued light of the venue adding to your ethereal glow, catching my breath every time a look at you longer than a second or two. Your glow, your beauty, and possibly a lack of oxygen and blood flow to the appropriate head allow me to formulate a plan...as I place my hand gently on your thigh.
You smile at me, as I grin at you wickedly. You're not sure what exactly is going on, but you get the feeling that I have mischief on my mind, and you'd be correct to assume that. From the lord's table I tipped the maître d' to sit us at, we can see the whole restaurant...but they can't see us. Not very well anyways, and really nothing but our heads and shoulders at any rate. I lean over and whisper in your ear "You look delicious tonight..." as I begin to nibble on your ear lobe gently. You squeal quietly and pull away and playfully slap at me "Be good!" you whisper emphatically as I smirk at you again. "I'm always good..." I reply with a grin as my fingertips begin to trace little circles on the soft skin of your inner thigh, pushing the hem of your dress up a little with each rotation.
I'm not sure if it's the wine, the atmosphere, my fingers, or some combination of all three...but you begin to blush softly in the dancing flicker of the candle light. It's becoming obvious something is getting to you, since your nipples are poking through the light material of your dress proudly. I reach over, quite surreptitiously, and pinch one of them with just enough force to cause you to jump...and maybe moan? I definitely heard a soft moan come from you when I did that, and I begin to grin more openly at you. You look at me, defiantly grinning, but I do not hear a no. You begin to grin playfully at me as my fingers resume their slowly teasing dance up your thigh.
As my fingers march their way up your inner thigh, I lean in for a kiss. Your lips meet mine in a fierce exchange of passion that almost catches me off guard. I kiss you back, our tongues dancing against each other, flickering back and forth from my mouth to yours. The kind of kiss that would make many uncomfortable...if they could see us, but it is not their place to judge the lords of the manor. Our kiss deepens as my fingers continue their inexorable march up your thigh. Your dress is hiked up higher and higher with each passing second, and before long...if someone could see under the table, they would notice your alabaster skin, shining as pale moonlight while my fingers reach their final port of call.
