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Sandy by Ann Douglas (mf/ff) 6/11
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Subject: AnnD: REPOST: Sandy - (06/11) - ff - mf
Date: Thu Jul 6 05:10:49 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 VI
By Ann Douglas
(AnnD@Pipeline.Com)
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.
Ann Douglas
Ann Douglas
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