As she stands at the bar, drink in hand, she can't help but feel a bit disappointed. While she had insisted on attending this gala, she had anticipated more dancing and music and less... well... just sort of standing around and drinking while stuffy self-important idiots drone on about how great they are for supporting this cause or that.
She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, pulling down on the skirt of her dress for what feels like the hundredth time this evening as it continues to bunch up around her midsection. The high slit that had initially caught her eye now posing a constant danger of giving someone an eye-full of her very expensive underwear, also purchased specifically for this occasion.
She grimaces to herself as she looks about the bar, wondering if anyone would notice if she were to dig back in there to alleviate ongoing wedgie she'd been dealing with for the past hour or so.
As she looks about she finally spots the person she had been waiting for. Her mood immediately lifting as she grabs her drink, and an extra, before making a beeline across the lounge towards him, a relieved smile on her face.
Setting their drinks aside, she greets him with a quick kiss and hug, resisting the urge to press her face into his chest and risk getting her makeup on his expensive suit. She retrieves their drinks, handing one to the man before interlinking their arms and leading him towards a quiet corner of the lounge.
Her entire body seems to feel lighter as they begin to chat, she tells him all about how boring the gala has been, how annoying her dress is and how she had to change out of her heels after one broke stepping out of the elevator.
He listens with a smile as she talks animatedly, laughing along with her as she describes trying to surreptitiously adjust her underwear.
As the night goes on, they continue to talk and the drinks flow, the woman begins to truly enjoy herself. The atmosphere, the company, having a chance to dress up, even if the heels didn't end up working out, all leave her feeling light and content. She presses to the man's arm, her empty cup set aside, as she idly traces circles with her fingertip into the back of his hand.
Not quite drunk, but having had enough to feel a little bit daring, she has an idle thought. Slowly, she takes his hand in hers, looking about briefly before pulling him towards a side hall out of the main event area.
With a mischievous smile, she presses a single finger to her lips as she leads him down the empty hall, before dipping into an unoccupied restroom.
Quickly closing the door behind them, she listens for a moment before looking back at the man with a grin. There is a brief, whispered, back and fourth but, as so often is the case, reason does not win out.
Hiking up her skirt, she shows of the thin black panties that her dress had been barely canceling for most of that evening.
With a grin at the look on his face, she slowly lowers them, letting them pool around her ankles before kicking them off entirely.
She assumes a wide stance as the man finally awakes from his stupor to fumble with his belt. As he presses in, she let's out a soft moan before catching herself and going silent. They both stand still for a moment listening, before he slowly begins to move again.
She takes deep steadying breaths, shifting her hips as she focuses on remaining quiet despite the crescendo of sensation that threatens to boil over at any moment.
She lifts her leg as he presses her against the stall wall, her hand raising up to cover her mouth and muffle her moans.
She bites her lip as she feels the warmth spill into her her hand clamping over her mouth as she trembles at her own peak.
After a few moments to catch their breath, she feels as he slips free of her, his release overflowing and spilling onto the tile below. She looks back at him monetarily, before quickly looking about for her discarded undergarments.
Hiking them up, she looks down at the mess they've made of her and her dress, realizing that it might be a little much to clean up with what they have on hand.
She looks up at him with an embarrassed smile, "should we... Slip out the back?" She asks as she pulls on the now soiled underwear.
"Seems like a good idea..." The man responds sagely.
Hi all! This is my first attempt at anything like this.
I'm not much of a writer, but with all the great comics and stories I've been seeing recently I felt inspired to give it a go!
It's not much of a story so much as adding a bit of the context that I was thinking of when I made the initial sets.
Let me know what you think!
You can find the initial sets here! They include a few extra images if stuff like that interests you!
https://civitai.com/posts/21344789
https://civitai.com/posts/21354564
https://civitai.com/posts/21354919
If you made it this far, thanks for reading!
You can find all my short stories here: https://civitai.com/articles/22874