Restaurant
Every time I go to write, it gets more humid. So I dug something out from when I first started writing. I hope you enjoy, I'll try to have something new up in the next couple of weeks! =)
She hadn't thought anything of it when he reached over and rested his hand on her hip. With a quick flick of his fingers, he undid the clasp on her underwear.
It was all she could do to keep from jumping. They had planned this, had talked about it, and she still wasn't sure why she agreed. When he brought her these flimsy nothings... brought them home to her, and asked her quietly to do this for him, she thought he was nuts. He had read the idea in a magazine and had been turned on by it ever since.
She squirmed a bit. While this restaurant wasn't exactly fine dining, it was still classy enough that you felt noticed. Felt everyone's eyes glancing at you, staring at your ass, your breasts, and measuring you as competition, or just by how sexy you are.
She hadn't expected the snap release, but it made sense. The elastic of the thong wasn't loose around her hips, and since there was no longer tension holding it in place, it had sprung back. Without missing a beat, or seeming to notice, he moved his hand away and kept talking to the friends.
She wondered what the hell she was supposed to do now? She reached down and undid the opposite clip, so at least the underwear was sitting even. So far noone seemed to have noticed. Now she had to get the damned things off. The small problem being that she was sitting on the bottom part of her underwear, and couldn't see how to get them the rest of the way off. She was also pretty certain that her ass didn't have a good enough grip on the back part of the thong that she could make it out of site before it would drop out of her miniskirt if she stood up. The fact that the strap had come to rest on her clit wasn't helping her think straight either. Every time she shifted a bit, it would wiggle the tiny bit of cloth and send a shiver up her spine. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears.
Trusting that noone would notice she dropped her napkin on the floor, bent forward to pick in up, and while she did so, reached between her legs and pulled the cloth out from underneath. She crumpled the couple threads of cloth and set it on top of her legs.
Casually, he caressed her arm and she grabbed his hand and set it down on her leg so he could feel the panties crumpled there. They were light enough that she didn't really feel it when he had taken them and somehow hidden them away.
He got up a few minutes later to go use the bathroom. She had trouble focusing on the conversation at hand and was saved by the food arriving. Wearing a miniskirt without panties was always distracting, but that much more so when she knew that he was in the bathroom jerking off with them at that moment.
When he returned, he barely looked flushed. Not enough that others would be able to tell, but she certainly could. She could imagine each step of the way. Him walking down, checking to make sure the stalls were all empty. Locking himself in, unzipping his pants already hard. Reaching down and grabbing his cock, stroking the thong along his the head. Breathing increasing, starting to stroke harder and harder as he got closer and closer to coming. Finally with a shudder, exploding into the soft cloth. Body spasming with a few aftershocks. Finally, bundling it all up and tucking it in a pocket. Rinsing his face, and hands in cool water to remove any flush before straightening up and returning to the table.
He asked her if he could borrow the lipgloss from the purse, and that's when she assumed that her panties were deposited there. He had obviously thought this through more completely than she had.
Now it was her turn to excuse herself to the bathroom. Luckily, her friend didn't offer to join her. She wandered into a stall and closed the door behind her. She leaned against the wall and hiked her skirt up a little bit. Her breathing coming in pants. She couldn't believe that she was doing this in the middle of dinner with friends. She reached down to touch herself and discovered that she was wetter than she had expected which turned her on even more. She grabbed the little piece of wet nothing out of her purse and pushed it up against her clit. She began rubbing it and rubbing it, getting into the rhythm of it.
The wet panties began to chafe, but she didn't want to set her panties down on a surface in the bathroom. She reached up and placed the underwear in her mouth. The musky sweet sent of his come began to fill her mouth and nose. With that she began to rub and rub her clit and labia more. A moan escaped her lips and was muffled by the cloth. She pushed herself way all the way to climax, with a shudder and short breaths.
She took a moment to imagine herself, leaning against a bathroom stall wall, come soaked underwear in mouth, hair messy, blouse in disarray, miniskirt hiked over he hips. The thought brought a smile to her lips as she began reassembling the straps on the underwear so she could wear them. As she slid them on, she squirmed because the soaked thong had gotten cold. For a moment she considered taking them off and keeping them tucked away in her purse, but decided that it would be better if she wore them. Checking to make sure that there was no risk of soaking through her miniskirt, she began to plot with a grin on her face exactly what sort of punishment should would exact when they returned home.
She hadn't thought anything of it when he reached over and rested his hand on her hip. With a quick flick of his fingers, he undid the clasp on her underwear.
It was all she could do to keep from jumping. They had planned this, had talked about it, and she still wasn't sure why she agreed. When he brought her these flimsy nothings... brought them home to her, and asked her quietly to do this for him, she thought he was nuts. He had read the idea in a magazine and had been turned on by it ever since.
She squirmed a bit. While this restaurant wasn't exactly fine dining, it was still classy enough that you felt noticed. Felt everyone's eyes glancing at you, staring at your ass, your breasts, and measuring you as competition, or just by how sexy you are.
She hadn't expected the snap release, but it made sense. The elastic of the thong wasn't loose around her hips, and since there was no longer tension holding it in place, it had sprung back. Without missing a beat, or seeming to notice, he moved his hand away and kept talking to the friends.
She wondered what the hell she was supposed to do now? She reached down and undid the opposite clip, so at least the underwear was sitting even. So far noone seemed to have noticed. Now she had to get the damned things off. The small problem being that she was sitting on the bottom part of her underwear, and couldn't see how to get them the rest of the way off. She was also pretty certain that her ass didn't have a good enough grip on the back part of the thong that she could make it out of site before it would drop out of her miniskirt if she stood up. The fact that the strap had come to rest on her clit wasn't helping her think straight either. Every time she shifted a bit, it would wiggle the tiny bit of cloth and send a shiver up her spine. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears.
Trusting that noone would notice she dropped her napkin on the floor, bent forward to pick in up, and while she did so, reached between her legs and pulled the cloth out from underneath. She crumpled the couple threads of cloth and set it on top of her legs.
Casually, he caressed her arm and she grabbed his hand and set it down on her leg so he could feel the panties crumpled there. They were light enough that she didn't really feel it when he had taken them and somehow hidden them away.
He got up a few minutes later to go use the bathroom. She had trouble focusing on the conversation at hand and was saved by the food arriving. Wearing a miniskirt without panties was always distracting, but that much more so when she knew that he was in the bathroom jerking off with them at that moment.
When he returned, he barely looked flushed. Not enough that others would be able to tell, but she certainly could. She could imagine each step of the way. Him walking down, checking to make sure the stalls were all empty. Locking himself in, unzipping his pants already hard. Reaching down and grabbing his cock, stroking the thong along his the head. Breathing increasing, starting to stroke harder and harder as he got closer and closer to coming. Finally with a shudder, exploding into the soft cloth. Body spasming with a few aftershocks. Finally, bundling it all up and tucking it in a pocket. Rinsing his face, and hands in cool water to remove any flush before straightening up and returning to the table.
He asked her if he could borrow the lipgloss from the purse, and that's when she assumed that her panties were deposited there. He had obviously thought this through more completely than she had.
Now it was her turn to excuse herself to the bathroom. Luckily, her friend didn't offer to join her. She wandered into a stall and closed the door behind her. She leaned against the wall and hiked her skirt up a little bit. Her breathing coming in pants. She couldn't believe that she was doing this in the middle of dinner with friends. She reached down to touch herself and discovered that she was wetter than she had expected which turned her on even more. She grabbed the little piece of wet nothing out of her purse and pushed it up against her clit. She began rubbing it and rubbing it, getting into the rhythm of it.
The wet panties began to chafe, but she didn't want to set her panties down on a surface in the bathroom. She reached up and placed the underwear in her mouth. The musky sweet sent of his come began to fill her mouth and nose. With that she began to rub and rub her clit and labia more. A moan escaped her lips and was muffled by the cloth. She pushed herself way all the way to climax, with a shudder and short breaths.
She took a moment to imagine herself, leaning against a bathroom stall wall, come soaked underwear in mouth, hair messy, blouse in disarray, miniskirt hiked over he hips. The thought brought a smile to her lips as she began reassembling the straps on the underwear so she could wear them. As she slid them on, she squirmed because the soaked thong had gotten cold. For a moment she considered taking them off and keeping them tucked away in her purse, but decided that it would be better if she wore them. Checking to make sure that there was no risk of soaking through her miniskirt, she began to plot with a grin on her face exactly what sort of punishment should would exact when they returned home.