Farewell Lunch by strywriter

Farewell LunchChapter 1

Red Light – Green Light

Diana’s office was anything but uptight. It was the Eighties and everyone was still enjoying the sexual revolution, so things were pretty loose around the office.

Women in the office environment were shedding the dusty image of the 1950’s receptionist and were working in jobs once reserved for men only. The woman’s movement of the 1970’s had adopted the bra as its symbol of being tied to old standards and they burned them in protest, now women were going without a bra on a regular basis; and many ladies extended this new-found freedom to wearing sexy underwear or none at all.

The men of the company thought this was a great opportunity to have a little fun and men being men and technically still in charge of the office, they instituted braless Tuesdays to spice up the week and the ladies agreed. In exchange for braless Tuesday they wanted casual Fridays, where their skirts and dresses could be even shorter than the other days of the week and the ladies could wear jeans or pants to work, they were always very tight and often without panties, thereby allowing for the formation of camel toes. Naturally, all this sexy dressing caused an increase in the horniness level of everyone in office.

Diana was young, still in her 20’s and looked every bit the typical California surfer girl in bell-bottom jeans with her long blond hair pulled back in a pony tail. Or, she could go the other way and be the young professional woman in her business suit or dress with hose and her hair curled to frame her beautiful face. It just depended on her mood and the occasion.

Diana and John had been moving closer to some sort of sexual relationship with other couples. They were very open to expanding their sexual parameters but they had not identified a clear way to do so yet. Neither of them was interested in having an affair behind the other’s back, but yet, both of them wanted to experience sex with someone other than their spouse. They also agreed that whatever they decided to do they would be completely open and above board about it, so there was no need to hide things or to continue if the other didn’t want you to.

This was also the era of the three-martini lunch. Drinking at lunch was not only acceptable but almost mandatory in Diana’s line of work. Then there were the vendor dinners or just the occasional Friday night office party in celebration of TGIF. These dinners could get pretty risqué and that’s where our story begins.

Diana and her office colleagues were out for drinks, which turned into dinner and then dancing and of course, more drinking. Diana was dancing with Mark, which she definitely enjoyed because he was a good dancer and he was a total hunk. Not as cool or as good looking as he thought he was, but he was still tall, dark and handsome, as her mother would had said.

Whenever they went out like this, Mark would always try to sit next to Diana so he could try to feel her up 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 delightful sensation of being a woman! She made several little sounds that may have given her away if the music hadn’t been so loud and everyone else wasn’t so preoccupied with their own games.

She reached under the table and held his hand still so she didn’t go into a bigger orgasm and looked him in the eye and mouth the words, “stop or I may scream!”

He kept his hand still and began laying every line he could think of on her and she was beginning to succumb to his advances. Mark noticed her drink was empty and asked if she wanted another.

“No, no more for me, I won’t be able to drive as it is; I need to sober up before I head home.”

“Ok, do you want go sit in the car where we can talk, he said smiling.”

“Why, asked Diana with a shy smile, what do you have to tell me that you haven’t already told me?”

“He said well it would be quieter and more private and we could talk about the way you tease but never finish the job.”

“Oh, is that what I do, she responded?”

“Yeah, it is, and to be truthful, you tease and then run away, see, he said as he placed her hand back on his rock-hard cock.” “Plus, I can show you just how much you tease.”

“Really, Diana asked, let’s see; hmm, it does feel pretty hard, why is that?”

Mark had his hand under her dress still so he just tickled her pussy a little and said, “because of this.”

“Oh,” Diana said stifling a groan. She was trying not to show too much emotion when he hit her clit. “Oh God,” she moaned softly.

“Ok, why would I want to see your hard thing, she asked?”

He leaned over and whispered, “its, eight inches long and very thick.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really!”

“Ok, this I have to see it then, and that will keep me from drinking anymore, she giggled.”

“Good, you won’t be disappointed.”

“Hmm, we’ll see,” she said and after a restroom break, they headed out to her car.

She had a four door Oldsmobile and when she unlocked it Mark said, “it may be more private in the backseat.” Diana thought, why not, one thing every girl of her era learned at the drive-in movies was that there was more room in the backseat without the steering wheel.

They climbed in the back and settled into the seat and Mark said, “where were we,” as he placed his right hand under her skirt and went for her pussy while leaning over her and kissing her on the lips. Just like high school, she thought, making out in the backseat of a car while the guy tried to feel you up. Oh well, it was good then it probably would be now also. Besides what other option was there? She was horny as hell and wanted to cum but she didn’t want to go to a motel and fuck him so this was better than coming at the table inside where everyone was able to watch. She leaned back a little and pulled her skirt up high over her butt so she could spread her legs wider and he would have better access to finger fuck her.

After a wild tongue fight and another orgasm, which went into a third orgasm almost nonstop she was panting heavily and fighting the urge to scream out so he wouldn’t know just how easy she was or how hot she was now. She put her hand on his and panting heavily said, “hey, weren’t you suppose to show me something.”

“Oh, yeah, but you acted like you didn’t believe it was eight inches.”

“I don’t, but I want to see anyway.” She was really drunk tonight and her rapid pulse rate was causing the booze to go straight to her head.

“Ok, let’s make a little bet,” (these little bets were big around the office and they almost always involved something sexual).

“Ok, what are we betting for and on?” Diana asked.

“If it is as big as I say you have to give me a blow job and if it isn’t, you get whatever you want.”

“Ok,” said Diana, thinking to herself, what the hell, I’m about to explode again anyway, so if I’m going to let him finger me like a high school girl I might as well do something for him. She normally gave handjobs in high school but an occasional blow job were reserved for special dates!