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Sandy by Ann Douglas (mf/ff) 4/11
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Subject: AnnD: REPOST: Sandy - (04/11) - ff - mf
Date: Thu Jul 6 05:09:59 1995
Hi ...... As always, comments are both appreciated and
encouraged. Tell me what you liked about the story and what
you disliked. Don't just say , "nice story" or "it stunk" I
only ask that you reply by e-mail instead of postings, that
way I'm sure to get your reaction. Any and all email will
always be answered.
Thanks,
Ann D.
-SANDY-
Part IV
By Ann Douglas
(AnnD@Pipeline.Com)
Following the last of the crowd into the St. George Terminal,
Sandy could see people ahead of her make the right turn that
led to the train and the various buses. To her surprise, the
object of her interest turned instead to the left and
disappeared into a closed off accessway.
For a long minute, Sandy stood at the
junction as the last of the other passengers disappeared from
sight ahead of her. Finally overwhelmed with curiosity, she
carefully began to follow the "streetwalker" down the
corridor.
About thirty yards down, the causeway again branched off to
the left and Sandy stopped dead at the corner. As she peeked
around the wall's edge, she had to bit down on her lip to keep
from making a sound. There, about ten feet away, stood one of
the deckhands from the Ferry she had just exited. His back
was to her so she couldn't see his face. What she could see
all too clearly was the mystery lady from the Ferry on her
knees in front of the man. Her position and the motion of her
head couldn't be mistaken for any activity other the obvious.
From her vantage point, Sandy could tell that the dark clad
man was already near to climax. He was either incredibly horny
or she was one talented cocksucker to bring him off so
quickly. Sure enough, Sandy heard a loud gasp from the man as
he exploded into the woman's mouth. Sandy watched for a few
more seconds as the tall hooker, she couldn't think of her any
other way right now, withdrew his cum covered cock from her
mouth and proceeded to lick him clean.
Suddenly aware that she could be caught, Sandy began to
quickly and quietly retrace her steps. She'd gotten halfway
down the dimly lit corridor when she heard the man turning the
corner. Quickly she ducked into a small doorway covered in
shadow. She held her breath as she watched him pass. no
sooner did he turn the corner, Sandy heard the hooker's
footsteps coming from behind her. Again trying to blend into
the darkness, Sandy waited until she had been passed by.
The hooker stopped abruptly, just out of Sandy's line of
sight. Sandy's heart was racing like a triphammer as she
heard the soft footsteps suddenly stop.
"I hope you enjoyed the show." The hooker suddenly said.
"Oh God, she knows I'm here!" Sandy cried out in her mind.
"Come on out, I don't bite." The Puerto Rican woman said.
"Unless of course you're into that sort of thing."
Stepping out of the shadows, Sandy blushed bright red with
embarrassment.
"I figured you'd follow." The tall woman continued. "I
could see how hot you were getting back on the boat."
Before Sandy could answer, the woman
stepped forward and slid her hand under Sandy's skirt and into
her panties.
"I knew it," She exclaimed. "You're dripping wet."
The sudden thrill as she felt this strange hand caress her
pussy caused Sandy to freeze in her tracks. Again the potent
combination of fear and excitement took hold of her body.
Before she could respond to the surge of mixed emotions, the
hooker pressed her against the cool tile wall. Opening her
mouth to protest, Sandy felt the softness of another woman's
lips pressed against her own for the first time in her life.
This was immediately followed by the wetness of a tongue as it
invaded her mouth. The taste was tangy and familiar, and it
took a second for Sandy to comprehend that what she was
tasting was the last traces of the deckhand's cum.
Drawing her attention away from the erotic kiss was the
sudden penetration of her wet mound by one of the woman's long
slender fingers. With a rapid motion, she slid first one,
then a second, deep into Sandy. Then she withdrew them as
quickly as they had entered, only to quickly replace them.
The frantic friction against her clit sent ripples though her
body. She barely noticed the soft caress of the woman's
tongue which had now moved to her neck. It wasn't until she
felt a sudden tweak of pain that she became aware that the
woman's other hand had slid beneath her blouse and now cupped
one of her naked breasts. All that she cared about was the
rising crest that was building between her legs and the
eruption it foretold.
Then, barely a few minutes after she had started, the mystery
woman felt Sandy's body quiver, then tremble as she slipped
over the crest into a powerful orgasm. Pulling Sandy tight
against her, she kissed her once again, this time finding no
resistance to her tongue. Her fingers buried themselves deep
within her as she squeezed hard on her soft white breast.
Sandy lost all sensation of time as she dropped into a
bottomless pool of delight. All she cared about at that
moment was that she wished that it would never end. That this
incredible feeling had been initiated by another woman was the
furthest concern in her mind.
But eventually it did end and Sandy's
attention returned back to her situation. The woman withdrew
her fingers from within Sandy and from under her blouse. She
stepped back and took a good look at Sandy's now disorganized
appearance. Her blouse was now hanging open, with one breast
exposed. Bright red lipstick marks covered her mouth and
neck. While her blue skirt now covered the cum soaked
panties, the strong fragrance of girlcum told the tale.
"I knew you'd get into this." The hooker said. "I saw you
checking me out the other night when I had that nurse outfit
on. After I saw you search the boat for me last night I knew
that you'd follow me tonight."
"You were on the boat yesterday?" Sandy gasped as she tried
to control her breathing. "But I looked everywhere."
"No, you only check were passenger's are supposed to go. I
was nice and cool in the crew's cabin. It's amazing what a
little promise of a blow job can get you."
Sandy then realized that it was the delivery of that promise
that she had witnessed. Even now she found it exciting. More
so was the idea that she had cum at the hands of another
woman.
Sandy watched in erotic fascination as the woman brought her
cum covered fingers to her mouth and licked them clean, just
as she had licked the deckhand's cock.
"Mmmm." She purred. "I figured a fine lady like yourself
would have a good taste."
Reaching into her small purse, the woman withdrew a small
card and slid it into the straps of Sandy's exposed bra. She
leaned forward and kissed her again, this time it was lightly
and quick.
"If you ever want to find out what it would really be like,
give me a call." She said with a smile. "In fact, for a pretty
white girl like you, I'd do it for free."
With that she turned and headed down the corridor. Sandy
watched the sway of her tight ass until she disappeared from
view. Taking the card from her bra, she moved over to the
light to read it.
It read: Creative Illusions - Bringing Fantasy To Life. 24
hrs 7 days , 555-1034. In the lower right corner of the card
was a name - Jasmine.
A sudden thunderclap brought Sandy back to reality. It was
finally going to rain. After spending a few frantic minutes
getting herself as presentable as possible, Sandy raced down
the hall to try and catch the train. This time she was too
late.
Standing on the empty platform, feeling the wetness of the
welcome rain as it splashed down from the small overheads,
Sandy decided she didn't mind waiting for the next train just
this once.
She lifted the card so she could read it one last time. Her
hand was over the trash when she changed her mind about
tossing it. It would make a nice souvenir of her little
adventure. Not that she could ever tell Peter or anyone else
about it - they just wouldn't understand.
Ann Douglas
Ann Douglas
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