keep going - there was plenty of distance between us and the main hall already, but I let Steve pull me along, excited to be alone with him. All of a sudden I crashed into Steve’s back as he stopped. He looked back at me as I steadied myself. “You OK?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Where are we going?” I was starting to get a little antsy.
Steve looked around and picked the next door. “Right here,” he said. “Why are you whispering?”
I giggled, enjoying the moment and the drinks I had had. “I don’t know, why am I giggling?”
“You mean whispering.”
“Right, right.” I tapped him on the shoulder. “We were going somewhere?”
“Yes.” Steve opened the door in front of us and we went inside, leaving it open. It was a meeting room, with a long table in the center, and a bunch of chairs all around it. Off to the sides were longer, narrower tables for setting up equipment, food, and bags.
But we were here for something a little more exciting than the furniture. As soon as we were all the way in the room, Steve took my hand and twirled me around. I laughed as he pulled me in, my hands resting on his chest as we started kissing. The drinks took over and I hungrily kissed him, my hands snaking upward to reach around his neck. With these heels on Steve was only a bit taller than me, so I didn’t have to strain at all. I wasn’t used to it, but I could make do.
Steve’s hands moved all around my body over my dress. I had hoped it was just to the left of risqué, but Steve seemed to have liked it - I remember his face lighting up at the restaurant where we’d had our first drink a couple hours ago.
I don’t know how long we were there - when we really got into it, time slowed down, but eventually I realized that Steve wasn’t paying as much attention to kissing me as he was to feeling my breasts up over my dress. I didn’t mind so much; it had taken me a long time but I had gotten comfortable with my curves, and I liked when men appreciated them, but Steve was getting a little aggressive for the first time we’d fooled around.
Up until now all we had enjoyed was a kiss here and there at the end of our dates. I didn’t mind him escalating things, but this was going a little too fast for my taste. I pulled back for a second, unwrapping my arms and moving Steve’s hands very pointedly away from my breasts. Steve grinned at me. I didn’t know how to respond, so I just smiled a bit and shook my head as he pulled me in for another kiss.
Things went back to normal for a minute. We slowly turned around in place, still pretty much in the entrance to the room, which wasn’t doing anything for keeping us out of sight if anyone came down the hall.
But after a minute, things changed again, and this time Steve wasn’t going for my breasts under my dress; no, this time he was more interested in my legs and what was between them. I felt his hand snaking up my thigh, higher and higher, past the silky fabric of my dress and getting close to my panty-covered pussy.
I breathed out sharply, my eyes falling open as I pulled away from Steve’s kiss. “Steve,” I whispered, a little more forcefully this time, “it’s too soon, we shouldn’t…” I reached down and moved his hand lower, out from under my dress, feeling a little guilty, but not wanting to go any further.
This time Steve’s look wasn’t friendly, it wasn’t shy, there was no ‘aw shucks’ quality to it. His gaze was bordering on anger; I thought it had a tinge of entitlement to it. “No, Mackenzie, we should,” he said flatly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
He came back in for another kiss, and halfheartedly I let him, hoping he’d stop there, but Steve’s hand didn’t hesitate very long before coming back up toward what he wanted.
This time I shoved him away, taking a couple steps backward, still a little unsure of walking in heels this high, and I very nearly tripped, but instead collided with a
“Yeah, I’m fine. Where are we going?” I was starting to get a little antsy.
Steve looked around and picked the next door. “Right here,” he said. “Why are you whispering?”
I giggled, enjoying the moment and the drinks I had had. “I don’t know, why am I giggling?”
“You mean whispering.”
“Right, right.” I tapped him on the shoulder. “We were going somewhere?”
“Yes.” Steve opened the door in front of us and we went inside, leaving it open. It was a meeting room, with a long table in the center, and a bunch of chairs all around it. Off to the sides were longer, narrower tables for setting up equipment, food, and bags.
But we were here for something a little more exciting than the furniture. As soon as we were all the way in the room, Steve took my hand and twirled me around. I laughed as he pulled me in, my hands resting on his chest as we started kissing. The drinks took over and I hungrily kissed him, my hands snaking upward to reach around his neck. With these heels on Steve was only a bit taller than me, so I didn’t have to strain at all. I wasn’t used to it, but I could make do.
Steve’s hands moved all around my body over my dress. I had hoped it was just to the left of risqué, but Steve seemed to have liked it - I remember his face lighting up at the restaurant where we’d had our first drink a couple hours ago.
I don’t know how long we were there - when we really got into it, time slowed down, but eventually I realized that Steve wasn’t paying as much attention to kissing me as he was to feeling my breasts up over my dress. I didn’t mind so much; it had taken me a long time but I had gotten comfortable with my curves, and I liked when men appreciated them, but Steve was getting a little aggressive for the first time we’d fooled around.
Up until now all we had enjoyed was a kiss here and there at the end of our dates. I didn’t mind him escalating things, but this was going a little too fast for my taste. I pulled back for a second, unwrapping my arms and moving Steve’s hands very pointedly away from my breasts. Steve grinned at me. I didn’t know how to respond, so I just smiled a bit and shook my head as he pulled me in for another kiss.
Things went back to normal for a minute. We slowly turned around in place, still pretty much in the entrance to the room, which wasn’t doing anything for keeping us out of sight if anyone came down the hall.
But after a minute, things changed again, and this time Steve wasn’t going for my breasts under my dress; no, this time he was more interested in my legs and what was between them. I felt his hand snaking up my thigh, higher and higher, past the silky fabric of my dress and getting close to my panty-covered pussy.
I breathed out sharply, my eyes falling open as I pulled away from Steve’s kiss. “Steve,” I whispered, a little more forcefully this time, “it’s too soon, we shouldn’t…” I reached down and moved his hand lower, out from under my dress, feeling a little guilty, but not wanting to go any further.
This time Steve’s look wasn’t friendly, it wasn’t shy, there was no ‘aw shucks’ quality to it. His gaze was bordering on anger; I thought it had a tinge of entitlement to it. “No, Mackenzie, we should,” he said flatly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
He came back in for another kiss, and halfheartedly I let him, hoping he’d stop there, but Steve’s hand didn’t hesitate very long before coming back up toward what he wanted.
This time I shoved him away, taking a couple steps backward, still a little unsure of walking in heels this high, and I very nearly tripped, but instead collided with a
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