Farewell Lunch Chapter 1 & 2 - Sex Stories

Farewell Lunch Chapter 1 & 2

... under the table. This was a regular game they both enjoyed playing, sort of like playing red light green light when you were kids. Diana would let him get pretty close to her pussy or maybe right to it for a short time and when she felt herself getting wet from his attention, she would drag him out on the dance floor where he would pull her close to him to slow dance so she would feel his manhood in its wondrous glory.

She used to fantasize about his cock when she was home alone taking care of herself. On nights that they were out drinking and partying, if John wasn’t home, then for sure she was doing herself with her big dildo when she got home. A night of drinking and rubbing up against his cock left her plenty horny and one orgasm was never enough.

This night she was wearing a shear white blouse. During the day she wore a lacy white bra under it, that allowed the guys a little peek, but was still semi-respectable for office wear, or at least for their office. But when it was quitting time, she removed the bra and unbuttoned the blouse several buttons so her boobs were on display.

Her skirt was tight across her butt and it stopped about 5 inches above her knee when she was standing. Under it she was wearing garter style pantyhose, the kind that go on like pantyhose but there is no panty. In fact, she was sans-panties today. She loved the look of hose on her legs but she hated to wear panties under her pantyhose because it was just too warm and depending on the ...

... skirt, like the one she was wearing tonight, panties would leave the dreaded visible panty line and she really hated that!

When they came back to the table to rest after dancing, Mark resumed his green light red-light maneuvers. Only this time she allowed Mark to get his hand all the way up under her skirt and to the promise land. Mark smiled like a little boy who got his first bike at Christmas and ordered another round of drinks for him and her while he tried to get her to spread her legs. She did spread them a little as she snuggled closer and his hand confirmed there were no panties to deny him what he wanted most. As he explored her hidden treasure and she listened to his whispered sweet nothings in her ear trying to convince her to spread her legs a little more to allow him to finger her while she drank her fourth, or fifth drink of the evening; she couldn’t remember.

His attention was working and she was becoming over heated and her legs seemed to part of their own accord. He finally had his middle finger in her and he was twisting it and pressing it against that spot behind the clitoris that causes orgasms. She could feel the beginnings of an orgasm coming on and looked at him and whispered in his ear, “if you continue, I am going to cum right here at the table.” He smiled and his left hand continued to manipulate her pussy!

In only a minute or two she had to bite her lip in an effort to keep from moaning out as her orgasm exploded and filled her with that ...