A Night Out
(MF, minor exh)

Disclaimer: This story contains sexually graphic and explicit material and as such it is not suitable for minors. If you are a minor, please leave now as it is illegal for you to be here. If it is illegal for you to read or view sexually explicit material in the community you view such material, please leave now. If you are offended by sexually explicit stories, please read no further. I do not recommend unsafe sex.  For the sake of accurancy, I have depecited this as unprotected, but it was between two adults with full knowledge of each other's sexual history, taking precautions against pregenancy.  

The following is true.  I've changed the names.  I'll put a break just before the set-up, and another just before the action.  For those who want to skip ahead.  I don't blame you one bit.  Enjoy.

	Despite living in Ottawa for years, I'd never visited the Casino De Hull (or Lac Lemay if you prefer).  It's just a short drive across into the Quebec side.  I tend to forget it's there, but I had passed it just a few weeks ago on my way to going mountain biking for the first time.  I still have the scars.

	So I did a little research and decided on a restaurant to visit with a lady friend of mine.  Banco to be specific.  A nice enough place that isn't fifty dollars a plate.  Let's be reasonable here.  A nice night out is all well and good, but there's the issue of diminishing returns here.

	You don't have to dress particularly well for this venue, but we did.  Come to think of it, we watched.  I had my black suit, grey shirt and tie.  I hate ties.  Mirror shined shoes.  I clean up real good.

	I was amazed how fast Jane went through a transformation from casual to formal.  She wore a black dress, very classic looking.  She put her hair up.  Normally her thick brown hair falls just past he shoulders.  She tends not to wear makeup.  She doesn't have to.  And she filler her dress nicely.  She's neither thin not fat.  Instead, she has curves, as all women should.

	Besides the matching black and both being in our early twenties, we tend to contrast on most occasions.  I'm rather tall with red hair.  I have a very slender, athletic build.  Her height's about average.  But I find her attractive, and she finds me attractive.  That's what matters.

	We parked and made our way inside.  Showed a little - she doesn't wear heels often.  I don't blame her.  I wouldn't.  Who designed those diabolical things?  The casino itself is huge.  That in itself was not surprising, but we wanted to find the restaurant.  Being understanding as I was to the trials of heels and stairs, we took the elevator to the top of three floors.  Inside we shared a deep, long kiss, broken only by the elevator arriving at it's destination.

	A short stroll down the catwalks on the top floor we found Banco. They had a table for us.  I can now recommend the lamb whole-heartily.  Excellent meal.  While peering over my shoulder, Jane had a little chuckle.  Seems when the check arrived at the table behind me, the lady reached for it, and her hand was slapped away gently by her date.  I have to admit - that was a good move.

	So we decided to take a stroll around once we'd finished our meal.  Take in the scenery, and perhaps find a corner somewhere to disappear into.  We walked amongst the various card tables, slot machines, and the like.  Jane had a good laugh at this setup with races between miniature horses.  I don't imagine the people betting their life savings away on it thought it were so funny, but let's face the facts: they're putting money down on which plastic horsey reaches the finish line first.

	We went outside.  I wanted to get a closer look at the huge fountain in the center of Lac Lemay.  It is quite impressive, and perhaps there will be a quiet pathway nearby for us.  Unfortunately, every thing's locked off long before out midnight stroll.  We did get a little adventure dodging the sprinkler systems.  Something I would have
thought years of video games would have made me better at.  I ended up rather wet.  We both did, but it was still fun.

	Back inside we resolved to get serious in our search.  Back up to the top floor.  It seemed the most deserted.  We walked down the catwalks to a closed cafe with washrooms on either side.  This looked like a good prospect.  She checked the women's washroom, I checked the men's.  Someone in each.  Damn.

*** The Windup ***

	Down at the far end was another closed restaurant and a stairwell.  An alarmed stairwell, as I quickly discovered.  Oops.  And... a set of glass double doors.  A sign out front read, "Conference Rooms: In Use."  In use my ass, it was pitch black in there, and one in the morning by this point.  This was our place.

	And just as we decided that, another couple came up the glass elevator behind us.  The guy had a wanna-be thug look going on, and the girl was a thin, whorey blond.  They checked around the closed restaurant as we stood before the conference room.  This was our place, dammit.  We've staked it out.  And it became very clear very quickly they had the same intent as us.  We just looked better at it.

	The guy eventually seems to decide to head further down where we'd come from, but the girl was reluctant to follow.  Very much so.  Jane eventually figured it out and told me.  She's afraid of heights.  But they made their way slowly, as our patience fought against out hormones.  Eventually, we made our way inside.

	Inside it was a very classic, very smart design.  Dark tones, a lot of hardwood and leather.  We walked cautiously through the dark room, around an L shaped antechamber, and found a very nice board room inside.  It was not in view of the door.  I knew Jane had a thing for boardrooms, and wanted to have sex in one at least once in her lift.  It was perfect.

*** And The Pitch ***

	She pulled me over to the head of the table, and we kissed.  Time wasn't something we'd have in abundance here.  There wasn't time for more foreplay.  There wasn't the need, either.  She was already removing her panties as we broke the kiss.  I pocketed them, for time's sake if we had to flee.  She faced away from me and pulled up her dress as I removed myself from my pants.

	Slowly I slid into her.  I could tell she was trying to be quiet, which was not her nature.  Normally I'd savor this a little, but we knew we couldn't be long.  I picked up the pace gradually, and we were soon having a nice, hard fuck on the board room table.  I slid my hands over he shoulders and pushed deeply into her.  She gasped and tried not to cry out.

	We continued that way for a time, defiling the room quite nicely.  Normally I have to be much more careful with her, especially at first.  She was clearly very, very turned on that night.She felt so wet, and it was alway such a great feeling to be in her.  There's a spark there.  Passion.  Nothing else compares to that.

	Eventually I pulled out and she turned around.  We kissed again, and she pulled out a chair to rest one foot on as she sat, facing me. Even in the darkened room, I could see into her eyes at I entered her once more.  We kissed more as I resumed fucking her.  She moaned very softly as I did.

	After an unfortunately short time of this, we both froze.  There was a sound.  A clicking of a door opening.  I pulled out and zipped up. She stood and pulled her dress down.  I even had the presence of mind to push the chair back into place.  We quietly moved back into the antechamber and I looked cautiously around the corner.  Walking away from the door was unmistakably the janitor.  He'd opened the door and moved on.

	I looked back Jane and told her this.  She smiled, and we kissed.  Best not to press our luck too far.  We've had our excitement.