Scenes From (a Work Party At) an Italian Restaurant F4M

SCENES FROM (A WORK PARTY AT) AN ITALIAN RESTAURANT F4M [tights fetish][grinding/fingering through clothes][hold the moan]

Scene 1: Getting dressed before the party

Hun, can you come in here a minute? [slight pause] What do you think? Is this dress too formal? I don't know what your coworkers are like. Should I wear tights with it or bare legs? [teasing] Of course you'd say tights, you freak.

Oh, look at these shoes I got. They're like Oxfords, but that have heels. They're nice, right? I don't care if you don't care, and so I'm going to tell you about them anyway. Now shoo; putting makeup on in front of people makes me nervous.



Scene 2: At the party

So I didn't expect anyone to be dancing on tables or anything, but this party is really quiet. [teasing] Has someone at your work died recently? Did you fail to inform me that you were bringing me to a wake?

[a bit hushed] Oh, remember how I asked you if I should wear tights earlier? Well I didn't ask you if I should wear underwear with them. And I'm not. Wanna check? Don't look down; just give me your hand and [stifled gasp/moan]… Can you feel how wet I am through my tights? [more stifled gasps/moans] All right, I'm gonna go get us some drinks. You find a table. Somewhere...dark and a bit out of the way.



Scene 3

Well it looks like Judy's taking advantage of the open bar. Does she get that handsy when she's in the office? She's probably all over you. I wouldn't blame her. I mean, those work shirts you wear with the sleeves rolled up—mmm, those are nice.

[hushed] And seeing you all dressed up like this, that's nice, too. Babe, I am too fucking horny right now. Between that waistcoat you're wearing and these tights, I'm ready to explode. They're really soft, and without underwear, they're just rubbing up against me in all the right places. I need—I don't know what I need, but I need something.

[still hushed] Put your hand under the table. Under the table cloth. There you go. Touch me. [stifled moans] Your fingers through the nylon—ugh, it's sending tingles through my thighs. [stifled moans building] I didn't know Mark and Candice were here. And they're coming this way, shit.

[speaking to Mark and Candice while holding back moans] Oh hey guys. How are you? Good, good. Well, you know, free whiskey, so it can't be all that bad—especially not for Judy, right? It's good to see you guys, too. I was just saying this afternoon that you should come around for dinner sometime. I will make the best roast chicken you've ever had. I promise, it will be tender and moist. It's an orgasm in your mouth, really. [awkward throat clear] Well I'm going to go refill our drinks, but it was nice seeing you. You should definitely come soon—er come over soon, I mean.

[speaking to listener] Way to hang me out to dry. You didn't say two words to them! I'm getting another old-fashioned, do you want one?



Scene 4

[hushed for this whole scene] All right, I'm a little buzzed and a lot horny. If I get any wetter, they're gonna use my vag to solve the California drought. When I walk, the air flows through my skirt and hits the wet patch between my legs. It's giving me the chills—in a really good way. We have to do something about this. [slight pause for thought] Ok, go stand against that wall. [pause]

Now. I'm going to stand in front of you right here. You look over my shoulder. Pretend we're looking at something on my phone. While we do that, I'll lift the back of my skirt [slight pause] and grind my tights against you.  That's it. Do you like that friction rubbing you through your pants? [heavier breathing]

Now you reach around front—keep your hand under my skirt—and finger me through my tights. [insert stifled moans and gasps as you see fit to the end] Yeah, there you go. I need this. I need this fucking orgasm.

Are we being too obvious? I don't think anyone's noticed yet. Just keep a straight face and don't make any noise. Breathe. Breathe into my ear. Oh my god, your fingers feel like electric through the nylon. Maybe I can just use my ass to position your cock—just like that. Now I can grind you between my cheeks.

Ah, this feels so fucking amazing. I need this so badly right now. I need it, I fucking need it. Don't worry about cumming, I'll just spill something on you so nobody notices. Keep rubbing. Yeah, that's it. Faster. [improv to orgasm and/or encourage listener to orgasm]

[take a moment to recover]

Wow. So uh, that feels like a thousand pounds of pressure just lifted off my pussy. Holy shit, I feel way better after that. All right, come over here, and follow me to the table. Stay behind me so no one sees.

[out loud with very poor acting skills] Oops, I spilled my drink all over your pants. Oh no, how clumsy of me. We should probably go home and get you cleaned up.

[to listener] Meet me at the car, but don't start it. We can't have you wearing wet pants the whole ride home.