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. ".
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