Quick & Dirty (Audio Script)

Stories

“What time is it?”

“It’s barely nine.”

I give you a look— that look—the one that says, ‘I need to be at home with a glass of wine in my hand in five minutes or less.’

You and I have been married for nearly five years now and we’ve reached a level of non-verbal communication that is beyond impressive.

It’s practically telepathic.

We could have a full-on conversation across the room with just our eyes if necessary.

Oof… is that the start of a headache I’m feeling?

I hope not.

Then again, I’ve been here for… about fourteen hours now.

In what world did I think having a staff party after a full Friday night shift was a good idea?

Then again, we service industry folks have a reputation for hard partying, and rightly so.

At least my staff are enjoying themselves.

They deserve some time to let their hair down and relax after everything that’s gone down this month.

That unexpected visit by the food editor of City Life magazine, the owners wanting to do a last-minute pop-up at the wine bar they’re invested in…

We’ve had a lot of wins recently, but at the expense of a lot of time and effort.

I lean back in my seat at the bar and shut my eyes.

The cool metal of the chair feels good against my back.

Mm, I can’t wait to get home and take a bath.

It was sweet of you to stop by the party on your way home from work.

Everyone knows you and our kids around the restaurant, and I know you genuinely enjoy hanging out with my co-workers.

“You’re preparing for an Irish goodbye, aren’t you?”

“Would it be totally awful if we snuck out early?

No one would notice, right?”

“I mean… they all look pretty distracted with the open bar.

But yeah, I think they’d notice their fearless general manager abandoning ship sooner or later.”

“Mmm, yeah, you’re right.

I probably shouldn’t.”

You’re leaning with your back against the bar next to my seat, your body like one elongated diagonal line.

You smile and lean a little closer.

So close that your breath tickles my neck.

“If you want to leave, I’m more than happy to go home… or somewhere a little more private…”

“Oh? Somewhere private?

And what would we be doing there?”

“Private things.”

I love your voice when you get close to me like this, so warm and rough.

It always gives me goosebumps.

I’m not surprised you’re feeling horny.

We haven’t had sex in at least a week since I’ve had to put in more hours at the restaurant.

Your hands find my hips and your fingers dig against the thin fabric of my dress.

You shift to stand behind me, chin resting over my shoulder as you whisper against my ear.

“I’m glad you went with the black dress.

It’s my favorite.”

Your fingers slide over my ribs, just below my breasts.

I feel the soft brush of your thumbs over the underwire of my bra as you bite lightly at my earlobe.

“You know everyone can probably see you right now…”

“See what?”

You slide your hands over each of my breasts.

The fabric of my dress is thin enough that I can feel your fingers clearly, rubbing gently against my chest.

Your cheek grazes mine as you glance down at my cleavage, accentuated by the low-cut neckline of my dress.

“Why is it that whenever I wear this dress it doesn’t stay on for very long?”

“You’re implying that’s my fault?”

You kiss along my shoulder, so lightly that your lips hardly make any noise at all.

Mm, god, you feel good…

I slide out of my seat, keeping my back to you.

I push my ass back against you and… yep, there it is.

You’re getting hard already.

You must really be craving me today.

Your hips rock up into me and your dick presses into my ass.

I bring my hands to yours and you wrap your arms around my waist, pulling me in tight against you.

It’s probably extremely obvious what we’re doing… but I’m hoping everyone is too distracted to notice.

I really want to get my hands on you…

Your hands slide further forward, dangerously close to my chest.

I turn on my heel to face you, resting my hands against your chest.

Your eyes wander over my body while your hands slide down to my ass.

“So, about going someplace private…”

“I know a place.”

You take my hand and lead me away from the party.

I glance around to check on everyone, but I don’t think they’ll miss us much.

My hand slides down your trousers to your cock…

You pull me away from the main dining hall and towards the back hallway.

I can hear your breath hitched in your throat as you lead us into the women’s bathroom.

In a sudden whirlwind of movement, you have me pushed against the cool tile wall, your mouth greedily pressed against mine.

“The bathroom, really?”

“Do you have any other suggestions?”

This isn’t the first time we’ve done this, pulled each other into some closet or dark corner at a house party or some nightclub.

It’s the first time at my workplace though.

With my coworkers all crowded in the room just outside…

It’s risky, anyone could come in.

And the thought of that sends a thrill through my body.

Your tongue slips between my lips as you pull up my skirt and I unbutton your shirt.

Fuck, it’s already messy, with teeth and tongue, and I can feel your hands all over me…

Sliding up my back and over my shoulders.

Drawing the straps of my dress down.

“I’ve been dying to get my hands on you all day…”

Your hands are on my breasts, your fingers caressing over the lace.

My back arches as you pinch my chest between your thumbs and forefingers.

One of your hands glides up my thigh.

Your fingers brush over my panties and I can’t believe how turned on I already am.

It’s crazy how you can get me going so quickly, even after all these years.

Your fingers slip under the waistband of my panties, pulling them down my legs as I push your trousers and boxers down in one single movement.

“Hurry, please, we have to be quick.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem, should it?”

Your fingers slide through my wet folds, right up against my clit.

“Just can’t wait to be fucked, can you?

Look at you, spreading your legs for me in public, where anyone could walk in and see.

You want me to fuck you?”

You slide one finger inside me…

I take your dick in my hand, twisting and pumping you from shaft to tip.

I swipe up a few drops of precum along the way and spread it over the head.

“Fuck…

you really want that dick, don’t you?”

I can’t believe how dazed I feel.

I fuck myself on your fingers, grinding down on your thumb, which is pressed against my clit.

Fuck, I want you inside me, I want you stretching me out…

I can’t think…

Your fingers thrust deep into me as you pull my dress up and expose my breasts.

You sink your lips against your favorite spot on my body, the crook of my neck just above my collar bone.

Want me to fuck you, baby?

Right here, where anyone could see?

“Yes!

Yes, please, fuck me…”

“Think they can hear you over the music, out there?

They might once I’ve got you wrapped around my cock.

You can never keep quiet when you’re getting fucked.”

Fuck, the idea that people could hear me…

the way you make me moan and go mindless with pleasure.

It’s so fucking dirty…

You take me by the hips and lift me up onto the nearby sink.

The marble counter is cold against my ass, especially with the heat flushed through my whole body.

I spread my legs wide open and pull you towards me by your open shirt.