[He makes a wanting little sound against her skin, at the encouragement or her reaction or both, and his hands keep roaming.] I'm afraid I haven't been very kind to your date - I've been plotting how to get you away from him all night. Or, failing that...

[His hands settle on her thighs, spreading them a little so he can slip between them.] Finding excuses to get under the table you were sitting at, ruck your skirt up [cue his hands slowly creeping higher up her thighs, ducking up an imaginary skirt] and bury my head between your thighs.