Chantilly Lace Pt. 01: The Gala

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The Chantilly lace bustier and garter with satin stockings feels luxurious under my ball gown.

The gala is in full swing, but I feel a familiar ache between my legs. Each time I walk the lace rubs up against my sensitive nub, over, and over again.

I’m dancing with James, the tech guy from my office and I’m afraid the next step could leave me moaning in the middle of the dance floor like a wanton teenager.

That would be okay if James the tech guy was remotely attractive. Unfortunately, his beady eyes and feminine face remind me of Pee Wee.

“May I step in?”

“Brandon! It’s so good to see you” I say quickly, welcoming the reprieve from James the tech guy’s constant chatter about coding.

“Thank You so much for saving me from that,” I whisper.

Brandon laughs a sound that for some reason tightens my belly and makes my current situation a little worse.

We are moving along the dance floor, the steps are smooth and practiced, but my damn panties have me panting like a dog in heat.

“Hey, you okay? You look a little flush.”

Brandon places his hand on my waist to usher güvenilir bahis me off of the dance floor. My pulse races, straight below my belt, perpetuating my panty issue.

I’ve always had a thing for Brandon, and I have caught him staring at my ass more than once. Office romances are strictly forbidden in our company though, so we have both kept to ourselves. I’ve always enjoyed watching him work. The furrow he gets in his brow when he is concentrating is especially sexy.

He leads me out onto the terrace for some fresh air. I wonder what he would do if I told him I was flush because my panties were one step away from making me cum right here.

I catch myself staring at his full lower lip as his smaller top lip stretches over his teeth in a sly grin. My lips and mouth are really small, but I imagine they’d fit nicely together. I imagine those lips would fit nicely other places too.

I shake my head quickly to keep myself from going down that very dangerous road.

The wind blows my dress which rubs perfectly on my clit and I gasp at the sheer pleasure. One more gust of wind and I’m done for. türkçe bahis I need to get inside.

Just as I begin to turn, my dress brushes up against Brandon’s leg and I snap. The pressure that has been building for the last thirty minutes is released as I cum on a terrace full of colleagues.

“I’m sorry” I cough “the dancing must have made me dizzy. I’m just going to go get some water” but one look into Brandon’s blazing blue eyes, and I know he knows.

I can feel the heat spreading to my face as I race to the ladies room.

I manage to make it to the stall and yank my panties off, but one touch of my clit sends my traitorous hole pulsing in orgasm again.

I’m so wet, but I need more so I slide two fingers into my throbbing pussy while my other hand rubs my clit with just the right amount of pressure.

I hear the door open and someone come in. From the sound of the voices, there are at least two women walking in, but I don’t stop.

I pump my two fingers in and out of my slick heat. You can clearly hear me finger fucking my soaking wet pussy, and the more I work my fingers the more juice güvenilir bahis siteleri I feel running down my palm.

I feel it building, higher and higher. My muscles are griping around my two fingers. I’m going to cum hard this time.

More women have entered the restroom so I just pray they don’t know what the wet sound is coming from the third stall.

My muscles grow tighter and tighter until finally my entire body is rocked by the force of my orgasm. When I pull my fingers out a stream of cum hits the floor with a splash and I cry out in ecstasy, rolling with the powerful orgasm.

If the ladies didn’t know what was going on here before, they certainly do now.

I pull my gown down and notice there is a spot of my own juice right in the front. I feel as if I may die of embarrassment before I can get out of here.

I leave the wretched panties off and stuff them in my pocket before walking out.

To my horror, Brandon is standing directly outside of the ladies room and a slow knowing smile spreads across his face.

He stalks towards me and bends down to whisper in my ear.

“My, that was an interesting bathroom trip. I’ll see you at work on Monday.”

Before I can respond to that, he turns and walks away.

When I get to my car, I reach into my dress pocket to retrieve my panties… but they’re gone.