Dinner Scene

Penny invites her coworker and his wife over for dinner, and the moment Laney steps inside, Penny's all over her. Can't stop staring at those legs, the way that pantyhose clings. She's pouring on the compliments, getting closer than she needs to, making it real obvious what she's after. Throughout dinner, her husband's too wrapped up in his own stories to notice a damn thing. Penny's working overtime under the table—flashing, gesturing, shooting Laney looks that could set the room on fire. Laney gets it right away, cheeks flushing, but she plays it cool while her pulse races. Penny drops her napkin, slides down to retrieve it, and her hands start moving up those sheer legs. Laney bites her lip, trying to stay composed while this woman's fingers trace higher and higher. When Penny finally comes up for air, she makes some excuse to get Laney alone. The second they're away from the husbands, it's game on. Hands everywhere, mouths hungry, both of them grinding against each other in nothing but their pantyhose, worshipping every curve they can get their hands on.