Him:

Tonight is one of the big fancy fundraisers for a big foundation that funds your work.  They can obviously be a little stuffy and weird with all the donor types around, but I’m excited for us to have an excuse for a date night and kind of a fancy one at that.  We don’t really get a chance to be out by ourselves and need to dress up hardly at all, and I know the production isn’t always our favorite, but it’s a nice treat every once in a while.  I’m wearing a standard black suit and white shirt with a dark gray tie that has silver thread highlights in it.  Not the biggest fashion statement, but it’s a big deal to get me in a suit at all, and you say it looks nice on me.  So that we’d kind of match, you picked out a dark gray sweater dress that’s knee length, has a gather at the hip, and kind of has a wrap-style neckline.  It’s fitting and cute, but also warm and comfortable, and definitely looks dressy with the necklace and heeled boots you picked out. 

Her:

I’m really excited we have a chance to have a real, actual nice night out for how rarely we tend to get chances for that. I like the chance to dress up but didn’t want to go too over the top and be comfortable for some of the boring stuff we’ll likely be spending some time sitting through. I found myself feeling pretty up for things in other ways, though, and paid just as much attention to what I’m wearing underneath my dress, to help get ready for how I thought it would be really great for how the night can turn out.  You’ll notice the stockings I’m wearing right away, though you won’t know for sure that they’re stockings and not hoes until later when we get to cap off the date night, and I’m sure you’ll be more than pleased.  But I also matched those with a very lacy, black push-up bra, and a small, fairly sheer black thong, that I know you’ll be even more excited about, and the thong in particular I thought would be fun if we decide to start messing around a little in the car on the drive home getting excited. I think it’s going to be really fun thinking about how we can cap off the fancy date night later, and you not necessarily knowing how I’ve planned, but I’m guessing you’ll still be checking me out and thinking and hoping for something sexy later.

Him:

The night goes along nicely, if uneventfully. We grab a few drinks and make some initial rounds to see if we can run into anyone we actually know.  It’s a little crowded, so to make sure we stick together we walk around with you on my arm, or with my hand on the small of your back (and sometimes more the top of your butt).  I like the classic sweetness of walking arm and arm, when my hand’s on your back I don’t feel as much fabric underneath as I might have expected and wonder if maybe there’s a chance to feel especially excited for later. 

Her:

We have a few minutes of chatting with some of my co-workers when we find them, and you do your best to jump in to chat too, and I appreciate I can feel relaxed and not like I have to manage you all night.  You seem happy to listen quietly or can make engaging conversation with some of my co-workers or their spouses if I start to pick up a topic with one person or another.  It’s very charming that you can manage these types of events even if they’re not your favorite, and I know I’ll be giving you more than enough attention later anyway.

Him:

We also walk around to check out some silent auction items and see a few we might like to try that could be their own good date nights - restaurants and concerts and stuff.  So we put in a smaller bid or two.  The dinner is good and satisfying, too.  A little generic like you’d expect at a hotel hosting a big event, but also good enough quality in the production to definitely exceed a standard night out.  There’s more wine so we’re actually feeling it a little bit, and more decent conversation to be pretty energized.  As the speakers wind down, though, and I know the auctioneer-style big donor bidding time is going to start, something feels like it kind of changes in the energy between us, cause we’re not going to bid on any of that, and normally we’d just zone out a bit or try to chat it up with other folks, but it’s like you’re trying to get my attention.

Her:

We’ve been in the room for these auction things at events before and it’s kind of annoying and we’re not going to do anything in this section anyway, so we tend to check out or just take the moment as a chance to leave. Even though I don’t want to hang out, just to watch that, I don’t feel ready to leave yet, either, and lose any extra fancy date time.  I decide I’ll run to the restroom real quick and ask you to come with me to check on our bids as it gets later so maybe we could actually win something.  In the restroom, I freshen my makeup, and my lipstick especially since it’s gone down a bit on the wine glasses tonight I guess.  I give myself a quick once over and do feel like I look really good and I’m excited to be enticing you for a fun time later in the night.  We could have a nice quick transition when we get home when the babysitter leaves as long as the kids are down, and it should be late enough.  It’ll be just as good getting out of these outfits as it was walking around in them tonight.

I find you at one of the auction tables, and it does look like we’re still the last on the list for one of the ones we liked.  I give you a hug as I come up, and then an extended kiss out of affection, excitement, appreciation, and anticipation for the night, which you are happy to give right back.  I can still hear the bidding process going on loudly in the main ballroom, so I keep my arms wrapped around you, let one of your hands wrap around me, and settle on a point kind of connecting my hip, back, and butt and just do some more walking around the halls, kind of window shopping other silent auction items and joking about some, and admiring the hotel.  There’s hardly anyone else in the hallways, and pretty much all of them are just in the corridor between the ballroom and the bathrooms, and no one’s really straying from that. 

Him:

It’s pretty fun to feel like we practically have the space to ourselves as we’ve escaped the auction, but I’m surprised there are not more people annoyed by this section of the night, and there are only a couple of people who even run out real quick to check their silent auction list like we did and then run right back into the ballroom.  I’m more than fine with it, though, because we can keep taking the opportunity of empty hallways to steal kisses and I’ll slide my hand down to squeeze your butt, and I’m definitely noticing now you must at most be wearing a thong and we’re on the same page for building up some energy between us for later.  I’m gonna go for it as much as possible - it’s way more fun than being in the ballroom right now and definitely captures the special date night vibe well.

Her:

After one especially extended kiss after we’ve been walking around a bit, I realize we’ve gotten around to an out-of-the-way corner of the event space that doesn’t connect to the parking garage or the main lobby of the hotel and isn’t near a bathroom, but we are right by a stairwell that must go up to some conference rooms or something that aren’t being used at all.  I grab your hand and decide to get a little adventurous if we’re doing a lot of kissing anyway and test the door to the stairwell.  It opens! And luckily it’s carpeted and cozy rather than all concrete and cold, but it’s also obviously empty and silent.  I walk us up a flight of stairs so we end up on a landing between floors where no one coming into the stairwell would be able to see us right away just in case, so we could stop and start walking either direction if we hear a door open, but I expect to be able to have a nice little extended make out session for awhile without any interruptions that will get us really revved up for later tonight - especially if you feel that I’m in stockings and a thong - and can maybe help get that thong a little wet in preview.

Him:

I honestly can’t believe we’re doing this and even though it’s really hot and exciting, I can’t help but feel a little nervous about it, too. But when you grab my hips to pull me against you and start kissing me passionately, I get over it really fast.  The aftertaste of each of our glasses of wine tastes really sweet and nice as we kiss and our tongues intermingle.  It brings the buzz back and gives me a boost of energy, and I get intoxicated by the feel and taste of my lipstick, too. 

Her:

It’s a relief and a turn-on when what seems to be an initial questioning energy from you melts away and your passion actually takes over and starts to even pull us along. Your hands have mainly been kneading my back and playing with my hair, but as I decide to return the favor, you move them down my back to grab my butt, and then test the hem of my dress.  As you push it up a bit and feel the lacy top of my stockings, and my bare thighs and butt, you moan and start to kiss my neck and shoulders with even more passion.  I keep my hands in your hair to encourage you, and then also move one of your hands to encourage your hand from the curve between my butt and thigh to the curve between my legs to give you that preview of the dampening thong I was thinking about earlier.  I figure that’ll be fun for a minute or so, get you obsessed with getting your fingers back there in the car on the drive home, and then ready to really get after me at home, but things take an unexpected turn.  You’re actually kind of teasing along my lips and clit when you feel the thong, and your excitement drives you more to move your lips down from my shoulders to my chest and the crests of my breasts being pushed up by my bra.  Your other hand opens the neck of my dress a bit so you have better access, and I’m surprised when your lips and tongue get to the top of my bra, how much I want them to keep going.  I step back from you just a bit to make it easier for you to lean over and keep kissing, but I can’t seem to step all the way away to go back to the ballroom.  Instead, my hands are opening up the wrap neckline of my sweater even more, and they’re pushing my bra down so you can get your lips and tongue to more of my warm, soft skin, and when your tongue flicks over my nipple the first time I gasp and push your head closer against me.  When your lips suck the nipple into your mouth for even more attention, and at the same time your fingers push my panties up inside me while the palm of your hand presses sweetly against my clit, I realize I am not going anywhere and decide to just go with it.  Since your mouth and hands seem to not need any help from me exactly where they are, my hands move down to our hips.  First, they pull my skirt all the way up over my hips, and then they reach over to you and undo your belt and zipper so your pants open, and I reach in your boxers and longingly grab you fully turned on. 

Him:

I’ve been losing myself in everything I want to do to you and how sexy you are in this unexpected moment, but getting to the point of you opening up my pants makes my attention stand up along with my erection. I gasp out, “Are you sure?” and you keep tugging at me and turn around and put your hands on the railing in response.  There’s no time for second thoughts so I let any hesitancy go, give myself to you and the moment and pull my shirt tails up, grab your hip with one hand and rip your thong off with the other, and push passionately into you.  I don’t know for sure what we’ll do if we hear a door open at this point, but I do know for sure it’s worth it as we start to grind together - keeping our bodies pressed tight and rolling together rather than thrusting.  This lets me kiss your neck and shoulders more, and you lean back some and put your hands in my hair, as I then pull you back to keep giving your nipples and clit attention with my frantic hands.  I don’t know how long we’re like that - it feels amazing so time extends a bit in our pleasure, but it also feels so good that it doesn’t take too long for you to bend over a bit more, get at just the right angle against each other and I feel you clench and shake and gasp and try to subdue a nearly screaming moan and explode into the special completion of the night I would hope to give you, but never could have anticipated like this, an hour or more earlier than I would have ever imagined.

Her:

We’re both more excited than we can just about handle as we realize what we’ve allowed ourselves to do and just immerse ourselves in the feeling of it. That makes us grind and thrust even harder, and I can tell you want to join me in finishing our little adventure.  You confirm by saying “I’m close baby, what do you…” and I realize you’re wondering, do you want me to take you inside me - but now my little thong is gone and there’s nothing to keep there from being a mess when we get back, and what else would we do.  I can’t believe I’m doing it as we hardly ever do this at all, but it’s not like the rest of our little sexy field trip is the norm either, and I turn around and say “Here, baby” and crouch down and take you in my mouth and make sure to match the rhythm and pressure you had inside me just a second ago with my mouth and hand.  You gaze at me in lustful disbelief and as I look back in your eyes and smile a bit, I know it’s coming fast.  I feel you spurt into my mouth and hear you gasp, and suck hard down on to you with my lips and start to quickly swallow so that nothing escapes or leaves any mess or evidence of our secret excursion.  It tastes pretty good tonight, maybe because of mixing with the wine or me, but I’m more than happy to give you a great finish all the way.

As we get ourselves all re-straightened and ready to make a final appearance in the ballroom for dessert and hearing how we did at the silent auction, I decide I may still want to see about having the rest of the night go how I was picturing earlier if you’re up for it - since this was so good, no reason to have it be the end.  We do another pass of the silent auction table to confirm we’re still locked in for another date night down the line when we win, and you make a joke about trying stuff at all sorts of places around.  Then we get back to the table, trying to be nonchalant and wondering a bit about who might be noticing our absence.  One of our table mates asks “Successful trip?” And I respond by taking a sip of my wine, putting my hand on your thigh, and replying “Mmmm hmm, we got everything we wanted.”