Message-ID: <6675eli$9712231402@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Ann Douglas Subject: AnnD: Sandy - (2/3) - MF/FF Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <3.0.1.32.19971221231659.006b9210@pop.tiac.net> Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions are also welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it easier for me to get your reaction. One thing I do ask is that you now include your first name and age in your comments. It gives me a better idea who my audience is. Thanks and enjoy the story. -SANDY- Part Two By Ann Douglas It was almost noon when Sandy woke the next day. She hadn't gotten home until almost 3 AM. The whole experience last night seemed like a dream. It was only the small white card sitting atop a pair of stained panties on her night table that testified to the events actually having happened. Still that was yesterday, and she had the little matter of straightening out her relationship with Peter to attend to today. Jumping out of bed, she jumped into the shower and washed the remnants of last nights adventure down the drain. She would have to hurry if she wanted to make her one o'clock appointment at the beauty salon. Thankfully she had scheduled it a week ago, before the fighting with Peter had begun. Sitting in her closet was a new dress she'd been saving for a special occasion. Peter was going to get it both barrels tonight. Just making her appointment, Sandy let her mind drift as the beautician performed her magic. She had every facet of tonight's date planned. By the end of the night, Peter would be on his knees apologizing. The thought of Peter on his knees gave her another idea. One of her girlfriends had told her about a special service that was offered at this particular salon. You wouldn't find it posted on any of the walls, but if you asked, it was available. "My girlfriend Judy mentioned a special service you have here. A special kind of cut." Sandy softly asked of the beautician who's name tag read Lucy. "Why yes, its one of our most popular cuts." Lucy replied. If you like, we can take care of it as soon as we're done out here." Twenty minutes later, Sandy found herself in the back room propped up on a table much like that used by her gynecologist, right down to the stirrups. Sitting on a stool between her legs was Lucy, who was carefully using a small pair of scissors and a straight razor to trim her pubic hair. By the time she was finished, the large blonde bush hairs were now only an eight of an inch in length and had been crafted into the shape of a heart. Peter had been reluctant to going down on her before, but after she was finished with him tonight, he'd be more than happy with the proper instruction on the way to her heart. After the Beauty Salon, Sandy made a stop at a nearby Lingerie Store and bought the sexiest bra and panty set she could find. In her mind's eye she could just see herself standing before Peter in them. "Face it, Sandy. She said to herself. "The man doesn't stand a chance." A few more stops at the grocery , the video store and the dry cleaners brought an end to Sandy's errands. Returning to apartment about 5:30, she took a second shower to wash away the days sweat. Even with the early morning rain, the temperature still hovered in the mid-eighties. Taking her time in the cool embrace of the shower, Sandy couldn't help but caress herself. She was so horny. One hand played with her small 34 inch breasts while the other carefully stroked her newly trimmed pussy. How different Jasmine touch had been. Both different and exciting. A large share of what made it so exciting was that for the most part it had been unplanned and out of her control. Never could she have planned to have had a sexual encounter with another woman, she just didn't have the nerve. Yet like any kind of sex, she had always been told that once you tried something the first time, it was always easier to try it a second. The rush of the water in her ears was so loud that she hadn't heard the phone ring the first few times. As she shut off the water she heard the last ring before it was picked up by the answering machine. Her first impulse was to race and pick it up before the caller hung up. After all, it might be Peter. Then the image of her running naked through the apartment only to find a dial tone when she got there filled her mind. No, let the machine answer it, that's what it was there for. She's call back whoever it was when she finished with her toilet. Once dry, Sandy spent the next twenty minutes finishing up. Her teeth were as white as after a trip to the dentist. Her breath, minty as Proctor and Gamble could make it. A careful application of her favorite perfume in all the right places completed the ritual. She was ready. Donning the newly purchased bra and panties, Sandy took a long look at herself in the bathroom doors full length mirror. Her reflection returned her smile as she struck a pose. "Sandy dear," She said to herself proudly. "There's no denying it. You are a babe!" Exiting back into the living room, she noted that it was already 6:40. That gave her almost an hour before Peter would be by to pick her up. Plenty of time. The flashing light on the answering machine caught her attention as she headed for the closest for her new dress. In her self admiration she had almost forgotten about the shower call. Dropping down onto the plush love seat, she hit the play button and sat back. As she listened to the message, her face turned a bright crimson and her expression went from satisfaction to outrage. "Hi Sandy," Began the recorded voice of Peter Ryan. "I realize that this is really short notice but I'm afraid that I won't be there tonight. I tried calling you earlier but got the machine and really wanted to tell you myself. As soon as you can give me a call, there's something we have to discuss." "That lousy bastard!" Sandy exclaimed as she grabbed the phone and hit the autodial button for Peter's number. "Who the fuck does he think he is?" The phone rang once, twice, a third time and with each ring Sandy's anger grew. She was about to hang up when she heard a receiver being picked up on the other end. "Hello?" Said a soft feminine voice. "Hello?" Sandy replied, her anger momentarily replaced by confusion. Had she gotten a wrong number? That had never happened before using the autodial. "Can I help you?" Asked the unidentified woman. "Is Peter there?" Sandy asked, sure that she must've been connected to the wrong party. "Oh, he's .....I mean, hold on a minute will you." Silence filled the receiver for a second or two, then she could hear two voices talking on the other end. Neither was clear enough to understand. "Sandy?" Asked the suddenly loud and clear voice of Peter Ryan. Count to a hundred before you answer in anger, Sandy's mother had always told her. This time it was too late, she was already up to two hundred. "Who the fuck was that....the new maid?" Sandy thundered. "Oh shit, Sandy." He replied. "I really wanted to handle this differently." "Handle what differently?" She said in an exceedingly hostile tone. "Well there's no easy way for me to say this, especially at this point." Peter continued, trying to ignore her anger. "So I guess I just have to say that its not going to work out between us. I'm sorry, but that's the cold honest truth." "What?........" Sandy stammered, suddenly speechless. "I don't think there's anything more to say. Again I'm sorry it couldn't have ended differently." Regaining her voice, Sandy was about to say something when she heard a click and found herself listening to a dead line. "That self centered little prick....." She shouted as she hit the redial. After two rings, the answering machine picked up. If anything, the message just pushed her further over the edge. "Hi, you've reached the home of Peter Ryan and Madeline Jakes.....We can't answer your call right now, but leave a message after the beep and we'll be back to you as soon as possible." As the message finished, Sandy remembered the name Madeline Jakes. She had been Peter's girlfriend for over a year before he'd met her. They had broken up a month before Peter had attended the Anderson Birthday Party. She had spent all that time comforting him, and now that cow had moved back in and was getting all the benefits. She was tempted to leave a message saying just what she thought of the two of them, but then just hung up after the beep. They'd simply hit the delete button and never even pay attention to it. By tomorrow, she was sure they'd have a new number. For over an hour, Sandy sat there staring at the phone in her lap. The shadows in her apartment grew longer as the light of the setting sun slowly faded from her window. With the coming of the cool darkness, the temperature dropped a little more and for the first time in almost ten days was almost bearable. A good thing too because the power surge that had caused the blackout yesterday had knocked out her buildings 220 line and along with it the air conditioner. The building manager had posted a notice in the lobby that because of the heat wave, it would be Monday before it was fixed. Sandy hadn't really given it any notice before, figuring she would be spending the night at Peter's condo. Now she would be stuck here with no AC. At least since she was on the fourth floor she could sleep with the windows open. "Well no sense in sitting here crying." Sandy said outloud. "Might as well make something to eat and see what's on the cable." Heading into the kitchen, Sandy's calm lasted all of ten seconds. At least the pick could've broken up with her during the week. Then at least she could've set up a date for tonight. It didn't have to be anyone special. Just a guy she could have a few laughs with and take care of her needs. As her anger subsided, she was reminded how horny she'd been the last few weeks. "Maybe I'll punch up a movie on Spice." She mused to herself. That was the cable's soft core movie channel. Once in a while she liked a good adult film. They weren't as good as the hard core videos she could rent near her office in Manhattan but they sometimes would have to do. A quick dinner followed, and soon she found herself sitting on the loveseat with a pint of Hagan-Daz between her legs. Not exactly what she had planned to have there by this time. She had to admit to herself, sitting in the dark, watching a 3rd rate movie on HBO was a pretty pathetic Saturday night for an attractive single twenty-five year old. The movie was so boring that Sandy dozed off for about an hour. When she awoke, the clock had just chimed 11:00. Not having gotten up until almost noon and having just had a nap, she knew it was going to be next to impossible to get to sleep anytime soon. Well at least she could change into something more comfortable. Five minutes later she was back in the blacked out living room dressed in just a t shirt. It was still too hot to wear anything more. She was about to turn the television on again when she noticed some movement from the apartment across from her that caught her attention. Like her own apartment, 4b had all its windows wide open due to the lack of air conditioning. With all her lights off, Sandy was almost invisible as she stood just a foot away from the window and looked into the brightly lit studio apartment less than ten yards away. There, for the second time in as many nights, Sandy was presented with the sight of a woman performing the act of fellatio. The apartment across the way belonged to Linda DeCarlo, a divorcee in her mid-forties. Sandy had met her a few times, but had never had a conversation longer than hello, how's it going and so on. At the moment, Mrs. DeCarlo was stark naked straddling an equally naked man atop a pulled out sofa bed. Sandy watched with envy as the man's long cock disappeared into Linda's eager mouth. Shifting her attention to her other end to get a better look at the man, Sandy was disappointed to find his face buried between Linda's legs. Annoyed that she couldn't see his face, and more importantly that he wasn't over in her own apartment with his tongue between her legs like she had planned Peter to be. Watching the two of them go at it, coupled with the memory of all the things she had planned for Peter that night brought the familiar wetness once more between her legs. This time there was nothing to prevent her from satisfying herself. She spread her legs and slid her left hand between her them. Then with a firm motion, she began to slowly stroke herself. With her right hand she reached up under her shirt and began to play with her nipples which had already hardened to her touch. After a few minutes, she began to feel a nice warm glow spreading out from her womanhood. It really wasn't want she had wanted, but it was a lot better than some stale movie. Finally satisfied that both of them were lubricated and ready, the couple shifted positions giving Sandy her first real good look at her live entertainers. Linda's body was no surprise, it was exactly what she had expected it to be. A woman in her mid-forties, slightly overweight, not particularly attractive in Sandy's opinion. Her curly red hair obviously came from a bottle. In fact, her only asset seamed to be a pair of very large and full breasts. They sagged somewhat, one of the reasons Sandy had always preferred her own compact but firm bust. But many men liked large boobs as they liked to refer to them. It was when the man came into view that Sandy actually was surprised. He had to be about thirty two, a good ten years or better younger than Linda. He wasn't a great looker, certainly not a hunk like Peter, but still he wasn't someone Sandy would've kicked out of her bed. But the problem was that he wasn't in her bed, he was in Linda's. Sandy's masturbation effort grew in intensity as she watched Linda position herself on all fours and the younger man situate himself behind her. It was lucky that they now presented a side view with their gaze directed on the apartments side wall because Sandy had so quickly become lost in her self-pleasuring that she was no longer making any attempt to hide herself. A sigh escaped Sandy's lips as she watched the man take a firm grip on Linda's ass and enter her gray tinged cunt from the rear. With powerful strokes he began to thrust forward and back, sending her slightly flabby body jerking in the direction of each lunge. If he hadn't maintained such a firm grim on her legs, Sandy was sure he would've sent Linda flying off the bed. With both windows open, Sandy could hear Linda calling out for him to go harder and faster, a request he seemed more than happy to respond to. Also in response, the blonde voyeur increased her own ministrations, causing her fingers to rub against her now soaked mound with an animalistic frenzy. Her breath was coming in small gasps now as her sweat covered body shook with anticipation. She was close, she knew it, but as much as she wanted to climax she wanted to do it simultaneously with the man across from her. Oh she wanted to be fucked so badly. If only she hadn't lost her overnight bag on the flight to Boston last month. When she had filled out the contents list for the Airline, she couldn't bring herself to list the vibrator that had been lost within it. "Fuck me baby!" She heard Linda call out. "Fuck Mama good!" Linda's huge tits bounced back and forth with each forward thrust as she slammed her bottom against her lover's balls. She was so deep in the rapture of passion that she no longer cared who heard her. Her orgasm overcame her with another potent thrust and she nearly screamed. He slammed into her one last time and held her tightly as he filled her with his hot seed. Across the way, Sandy rammed nearly four fingers deep into herself, triggering her own climatic detonation. Her legs turned weak beneath her as she dropped against the wall for support. It was rare that she gushed, but her hand was covered with the juices of her labors. Cold sweat ran down her now naked body and she had to concentrate on regaining her breath. Staggering across the room, she dropped into her padded love seat. Across the alleyway, Linda and her man had collapsed upon each other. Both showed the effort that had gone into their lovemaking. A large mixed pool of boy and girl cum stained the sheets and they were both too exhausted to even break contact. Laying there totally drained, they held each other and soon drifted off the sleep. Sandy also felt exhausted, but sleep was still denied her. She had just had her second body quaking orgasm in less than a day, but she still found herself wanting. As intense as watching the couple across the way had been, it still didn't equal the excitement she had felt at Jasmine's hand that morning. She needed a partner, someone to guide her to what she was sure would be the most incendiary eruption yet. The idea of heading out to a local bar and finding a man entered her mind for a few moments. Then it was quickly discarded, there was no guarantee that the man would be the lover she craved. After all, look at how disappointing Peter at been in bed at first. Nor could she simply call up any of the other men she knew. Some of them were really great in bed whatever their other faults, but she just couldn't let it be known that she had gone begging for sex. Then the most outlandish idea of all popped into her head. The card Jasmine had left with her. A few days ago, the concept of lesbian sex never really entered her mind except as a fleeting thought. Now she realized that as much as she craved a hard cock deep inside her, even that would pale when weighed against the forbidden fruit she had only tasted this morning. She had always known she had a secret submissive streak, but had never had a lover she could let herself go with. Too often it would spill over into other aspects of the relationship. Yet during those few minutes in that dark corridor, she had been able to totally give in, because the sex was all there was. "Yes," She exclaimed as she jumped up with excitement. "I'll do it." Running into the bedroom, she grabbed the business card and reached for the phone extension. Pausing a moment to pick up the pair of soiled panties that sat beneath the card, she took a second to smell the still pungent odor of cum that clung to them. The memory of the orgasm that produced it flashed anew in her mind and she began to dial without hesitation. She was now obsessed with the idea. The blonde haired woman could feel her heart beating as the phone rang for the third time. Glancing at the bedside clock she realized that it was nearly 1:00 AM. What if she wasn't there? The card had said 24 hrs, but what if she was already out? In a way, Sandy felt cheated by the thought that she might've been with someone else when she wanted her so much. "Hi, you've reached the answering machine of Jasmine." Said the soft melodious voice that abruptly replaced the ringing tone. " I'm out right now so if you care to leave a message, please do so after the beep." "Damn!" Thought Sandy. "I can't win tonight." Waiting for the beep, Sandy started to formulate a message to leave but hesitated after a few words. What could she say. The possibilities flashed by in a second. "Hi, I don't know if you remember me, but I'm the woman you finger fucked this morning...." But what if someone else had access to the machine, someone who didn't know what she did for a living. What if she was married or something? Then the machine beeped and she had to say something. "Err....Hi Jasmine...This is Sandy......from the Ferry...... I was just wondering....I mean....." "Hello,....Sandy!" A live voice suddenly replaced the tape machine. "Jasmine?" Sandy asked excitedly. Just the sound of her live voice was enough to send a tingle between her legs. "I was hoping you'd call, Sandy." She said. "I'd really like to finish what we started." Sandy couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was it possible that Jasmine wanted her as much as she wanted Jasmine? "I'd like that." Sandy replied, suddenly not believing that she was actually doing this. "Great, when would you like to come over?" Jasmine asked. "Well, I was kind of hoping you weren't busy now." Sandy replied, certain that if Jasmine said that they would have to wait until another time she would loose her lust driven courage and chicken out. "Well, I was expecting some company...." Jasmine said, letting the idea hang in the air for a few seconds while she considered it. "But, I'm beginning to think he's going to be a no show. Tell you what, give me an hour to get it together and come on over. " "It's not too late or anything is it?" Sandy interjected, her little fears rising and looking for a way out of her impulsiveness. "No, of course not." Jasmine replied. "We're both on night schedules, so this is like early evening for both of us." Sandy agreed, sending her little fears back to the recesses of her mind. She quickly jotted down the address Jasmine gave her, surprised that it was only about ten minutes away. She was about to end the conversation when Jasmine asked one last question. "Sandy, you've seen me come home at night and you know I really get into role playing. Is their anything special you'd like to let me know before hand?" Sandy took a deep breath. In for a penny, in for a pound. Over the phone, with a woman who was still a complete stranger to her, Sandy began to reveal her deepest fantasies. Fifty minutes later, Sandy pulled her old '88 Civic up to a private house in the Annadale section. The outside light was still on and the street was deserted. Not that there was usually a great deal of foot traffic in this residential area at this time of night. As she approached the front door, she could hear the hum of the houses central air conditioning, at least it would be cool inside. Her feet were cold and her pussy hot as she reached for the bell. Hitting the chime three times as per her instructions, she waited for an answer. It suddenly occurred to Sandy as she waited that she had no idea what Jasmine actually looked like. In the four times she had seen her on the Ferry, she had always been made up as someone else. The door suddenly opened and a soft voice from behind it told her to step inside. Stepping into the alcove, she could look into the living room and saw that is was decorated in typical middle class style. She started to turn to get her first real look at her hostess but the placement of a soft hand on her shoulder prevented her from fully turning. "Bedroom's right down the hall, make yourself comfortable and I'll be right there." Said the voice. Following the instructions, she entered the bedroom. The room was decorated in pink and white, the centerpiece of which was a large canopy covered bed. A pair of large double glass doors led to a flower filled backyard. Stepping up to the bed, she ran her hand across the cool white metal frame. She'd love to have a bedroom like this, but it really wouldn't fit in her small apartment. "I hope you approve..." came the voice from behind Sandy. "It's lovely...." She answered as she began to slowly turn. "I was just surprise to find your house so decorated...I mean...." "That's ok, The soft voice said. "You expected to find an empty room with a mattress tossed on the floor, the sort of thing you see in the movies. That's ok, there was a time that I worked in a place not much different than that. Of course where I work now is a Brownstone on Fifth Ave. That's aside, this is my home, not my place of business." Covering her surprise with small talk , Sandy was stunned by her first real look at Jasmine. Standing about 5'9", she had shiny and straight black hair that was cut short in the front and sides and tapered in the back like a boy's haircut. Her eyes were a soft green and her lips were full and sensual even without lipgloss. Clad in a green silk robe, Sandy could only visualize from memory the body that had been so exposed by the hooker outfit. "I'm so glad that you took me up on my offer." Jasmine said as she stepped over to Sandy and began to carefully unbutton her blouse. "There aren't many people I invite to my house, thoseare the few that I'd like to have as lovers, not clients." Sandy smiled as the last button opened and her blouse fell away, revealing the red lace bra she had purchased the day before. The material barely covered her small breasts and Jasmine beamed as she ran her fingers across the half exposed nipples. Sandy closed her eyes as Jasmine drew her closer for a kiss. She swooned as she felt her lips against her own, and without looking could tell that she was undoing the clip of her bra. The sudden touch of the chilled air against her now freed breasts caused her nipples to harder even more. She reached up and caressed them, lifting them for Jasmine's approval. Smiling at Sandy's offering, Jasmine replaced the blonde's hands with her own and brought her mouth down to kiss both breasts. She reached out with her tongue and let it run across first one nipple, them another. Opening her mouth wider, she then took the entire nipple inside her and began to suck gently. A soft moan emanated from Sandy as she felt the wetness of Jasmine's mouth on her breast. She'd had many men suck at her breasts, but none had ever felt so good. For most of the men she had dated, it was usually just something they had to get out of the way in order to get to their real objective. Few had ever taken to time to explore her breasts and find the most sensitive spots as Jasmine was now doing. Then it occurred to her that Jasmine found those spots so easily because she knew they would most likely be the same as her own. Sandy would have to test that theory when she got her chance at Jasmine's much larger breasts. While she continued to lick and caress Sandy's small mounds, the darker skinned woman slid one hand down the white woman's back and under the elastic of her red lace panties. She ran her long nails across the pale skin of her buttocks, gently tickling the small opening to her anus. Continuing onward, her fingers slid under her bottom and rubbed against her clit. It took but a second for her to realize that the feel of her cunt was now different. The large bush she had felt a day before was now gone. "What do we have here?" Jasmine asked as she stopped what she was doing and pulled down Sandy's panties. She bent down and took a long look at the newly trimmed blond hair and the heart shape it was now formed into. Looking up at Sandy, she grinned and said. "I love it, you'll have to tell me where you had it done." Assuring her that she would, Sandy reached down and gently nudged her closer to her already wet pussy. "Impatient little bitch aren't we?" Jasmine asked in mock anger as she felt Sandy's gentle urging. "Well I can't say as I blame you. This pussy looks like its long overdo for a good licking." Guiding Sandy over onto the bed, she motioned for her to lay back and spread her legs. Once she had a clear view of the dampness already covering the small blonde hairs, Jasmine reached down with her tongue and ran it across the length of her opening. She repeated that a second and third time, each time penetrating just a little deeper. Spread out on the white comforter, Sandy closed her eyes and savored the wet soft touch of the Puerto Rican woman's tongue. Like she had on her breasts a few minutes before, Jasmine seemed to immediately find all the most sensitive spots. Finally the attention of her talented tongue began to center on the core of her sexuality. Spreading Sandy's legs wide, Jasmine buried her face between them, sending waves of delight throughout the smaller woman. Her tongue was already covered by a heavy coating of lubricant and she took a moment to savor the taste. Deep in her own pussy she could feel a deep longing for her touch but she ignored it. There would be plenty of time to attend to her own needs later. Right now she wanted to attend to Sandy first. Sandy's first orgasm erupted so unexpectedly that Jasmine was caught off guard as her mouth was filled with girlcum. It had been a long time since she'd been with a gusher. In response she pushed her face ever deeper, and with it her tongue just a little further up Sandy's love canal. All the while a carefully placed finger kept a steady vibration building in her small love button. It wasn't long before Sandy's body quaked a second time. Now Jasmine was prepared for the burst of love juice and quickly collected it in her mouth. No sooner had Sandy's body stopped shaking and she opened her mouth to get a full breath of air when Jasmine was upon her. The kiss this time was forceful as her tongue pushed it's way between her lips. With it came much of the pussy juices Jasmine had managed to hold in her mouth. It was one of her favorite little tricks, letting a man or woman experience the taste of their own cum. To Sandy's surprise, she enjoyed the taste, wondering if Jasmine's would taste different. Men tasted different she knew, but did women? Laying alongside her as she recouped from her double climax, Jasmine ran her hand up and down Sandy's nude form. She cupped one of her breasts and gently kissed the nipple. "I hope you enjoyed that." She whispered. "Oh I did......." Sandy softly answered, but the unspoken response of her eyes said volumes. "But it wasn't exactly what you expected, right?" "I didn't mean that, it was wonderful." Sandy quickly replied. "Don't worry love," Jasmine countered with a wicked grin. "That was just to warm you up, an icebreaker so to speak. The real entertainment hasn't even started yet." -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Priorities .... A hundred years from now.... It won't matter how much money I had.... What kind of house I lived in .... Or what kind of car I drove... What will matter is that the world might be a better place... Because I was important in the life of a child. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |