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Sandy by Ann Douglas (mf/ff) 7/11
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Subject: AnnD: REPOST: Sandy - (07/11) - ff - mf
Date: Thu Jul 6 05:12:48 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 VII
By Ann Douglas
(AnnD@Pipeline.Com)
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.
Ann Douglas
Ann Douglas
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