The slow burn continues at parties, where I look forward to talking with Sandy
Sandy Play FFM Part 2
A few weeks later Jayne and I were at another birthday party for a different work friend. That party night, my girlfriend seemed very caught up with work colleague Linda and a couple of other bright outgoing ladies. I enjoyed the company of one of Jaynes special work buddies. Our friend Sandy.
She was a very petite lady with long black hair, and a very classy demure dress sense. Sandy was 90 pounds (42kg) and about five foot nothing. She had a nice happy personality, and for all the world looked like a school mam, or perhaps preacher’s wife. Sandy was 40 and a Director of the organization she worked for, as was my girlfriend. Sandy had the sweet look and petite size of a 12 year old girl. I wasn’t fooled by her sweet young look. I knew she was keenly intelligent, and very driven in her work mode. We had often talked while attending parties. My girlfriend would be off dancing, or laughing loudly in big groups of girls. Sandy preferred the quiet chat and staying out of the spot light.
Sandy always spoke very highly of my girlfriend. She would tell me general little stories about work situations. Never names or details, but the gist where my girlfriends kind heart and strong support of people who were less fortunate stood out. Sandy would also talk to me about some of the things I did, that showed me that my girlfriend confided in Sandy about my achievements and social conscience. That friendship and chat did not extend to Jayne telling Sandy anything about our bizarre open sex life. This night Sandy was getting much closer than her usual close positioning during conversation.
She frequently touched my biceps and face. If the music was loud, she would speak into my ear, and I noticed she was sniffing my aftershave. A couple of times her lips touched my neck. She immediately apologized and said “These damn high heels are very hard to balance on.”
I looked down at her feet. They were covered by her long dress. Sandy swooshed her dress a little, revealing hot red stiletto shoes for a brief second.
I said “Wow they are very sexy shoes. They look very expensive. Don’t let Jayne see those. She will be trying them on in no time.”
Sandy laughed and said “She’s welcome, as long as the sharing goes both ways.”
Sandy took my hand and led me away from the dance floor. We left that area and went further into the house. When we found a lounge room, Sandy sat in a big armchair.
Sandy said “Did you really like my shoes? I bought them in Italy on my recent trip. I sometimes wear them at home, but this is the first time I have ever worn them out. May I tell you a secret? You must never tell anyone, not even Jayne!”
I nodded and said “I can be trusted with secrets.”
Sandy smiled beautifully and said “I wore these shoes tonight, because I knew I would see you. I’m not hitting on you, you’re the partner of one of my best friends. I just love her. But I wanted you to see some of my personality that I keep very hidden from everyone else. In my heart I’m not the goody goody little girl people think I am.”
Sandy crossed her legs, then pulled her dress up exposing very shapely slim dancers’ legs, covered with sexy sheer black stockings. Her feet were tiny and encased in her bright red Italian leather, very sexy stilettos. She looked in my eyes and said “Do you like my extravagant shoes.”
I nodded as I knelt down taking one shoe in my hand, and said “Oh Sandy, Yes. I like your sexy red shoes very much. You are a very attractive lady. Why is there no Mr Sandy?”
My face was mere inches from her pussy, and I felt a primal urge that told me her pheromones were overwhelming my natural polite and reserved manner. I was slowly moving her dress higher up her thigh, hoping for a peek at her panties.
Sandy was softly pushing my hands away, but letting me advance on my target. She smiled and stopped resistance long enough to let me see her matching hot red silky panties. She slowly moved her knees apart while her dress was up so high. The outline of her tiny pussy lips was clear on the red tight stretched material of her panties.
There was a clear dark red vertical line of wet showing her pussy slit. Sandy said “Oh there is a man of my dreams, just that its complicated. I hope to make it less complicated soon. Perhaps you can help me? Hey what’s that?”
Sandy was pointing at a big black box like a wardrobe or perhaps a pay phone box, you see in London.
I stood and took Sandy’s hand, helping her out of the chair. We both walked the 3 yards or so to the big black box. The side facing us was plain. The other 3 sides were decorated and there was a door. On the door were the words “Kissing Box”.
Sandy was laughing and said “What in gods world is a kissing box?”
I said “I have no idea why this is here, but I saw one of these when I was 16 or 17. My local Church youth group had meetings every Friday night at the church. There was one of these down stairs. They were having a fair on the weekend, and it was one of the fund raisers. Somehow a boy and a girl end up inside, and they are supposed to kiss.”
Sandy giggled and said “I bet you were very popular with that kissing box.”
I smiled and said “I was very young and most of the pretty girls were much older than me. Apparently Kissing Boxes are magic. If you kiss inside, you never tell anyone what happened.”
Sandy smiled and said “I still think you would have been popular. My 6 big brothers would not have let me anywhere near that. There was never any boys brave enough to try and date me.”
Sandy still had my hand and started pulling me towards the box. She said “C’mon let’s go inside!”
I said “Wait, its better if it’s dark.”
She turned the light off and took my hand leading me into the box. Holding hands, our bodies touched many times as we went into the kissing box. It was very cramped inside, making us turn facing each other. Sandy started squeezing both my biceps. I put my arms around her and she melted into my embrace. Suddenly she was kissing me. Wet soft, urgent kisses. I broke the kiss and said “hey what are you doing?”
Sandy replied “Shoosh, Kissing Boxes are magic remember. You are supposed to kiss inside, then act like it never happened? This is probably the only time in my life I will experience this. Please make it wonderful.”
As Sandy kissed me again, her hand slipped from my bicep to my ass and started squeezing. Her kiss was hot and so sexy. Feeling this tiny petite lady in my arms, kissing me wildly had me immediately throbbing. My cock was soon hard. I tried to move my hips away from her, so she would not discover I was getting an erection.
Sandy’s other hand went to the back of my head pulling me hard into the kiss. Her kiss became even more passionate. Her hand on my ass pulled me into her body. She was soon rubbing her hard pubic bone against my raging hard on. She took her hand off my head and pushed it down the front of my jeans. She gripped my hard cock firmly, then stroked it a few times making me pulse. Then Sandy straightened my cock upright in my pants and said “It must have been uncomfortable leaning over like that. You make me shiver you are so manly.”
Two minutes of kissing and Sandy was standing on one leg, the other was wrapped around my leg and she was literally humping my firm cyclist leg. She had moved to get her pussy firmly against my throbbing thick hard cock. I could feel her heat through my jeans and her dress.
In the back of my mind, I knew I shouldn’t be kissing Sandy quite like this. Her kiss was so urgent, and my cock so hard, I continued. I reached down grabbing her tiny firm workout ass cheek, pulling her firmly against my cock. I lifted her tiny body, allowing the hard lump of my cock to rub firmly against her pussy lips, still covered by her dress. Sandy opened her legs wider, wrapping them around my body. She hooked her feet together and gripped me harder forcing my cock against her covered pussy. Her tongue was rammed hard into my mouth.
Suddenly Sandy was shaking and spasming. She kept passionately kissing me through her wonderful orgasm. Making her cum was way more than I intended. That was definitely outside of the rules with my girlfriend. I pulled away from the kiss. As soon as our lips were free, Sandy still in the midst of orgasm starting screaming. A woman’s voice said “Who is in there?”, then said “Nothing to see here off you go.”
Sandy continued to orgasm loudly. I started kissing her again just to shut her up. It also started a second bigger orgasm. She was actively humping my legs and cock.
The light came on, Sandy continued as if nothing had changed. She was doing full body spasms and shaking like a battery operated vibrator. Her kiss was anything but ladylike. Her rubbing her orgasming pussy on my cock, had me pulsing strongly. I was heading towards ejaculating in my pants. I briefly entertained the idea of fucking Sandy in the kissing box. I was saved by the woman’s voice outside. She said “OK open the door and assuming there is a guy and a girl in there, the girl can go, and the guy can pay for the privacy I just gave you both.”
The light went off, Sandy gave me a little peck on the cheek, then pushed her tiny hand onto my rampant hard cock saying “Hmmm I want that.” Sandy went out the door and a taller more fully figured woman came into the tight-fitting kissing box.
This lady had great big firm tits, and kissed me as soon as the door was shut. I did not know who she was. I assumed it was the big tits blonde that had been chasing me at the party. It could also have been the Psych chick Linda. She also had a nice big set of tits.
This woman kissed exceptionally well. I still had a very hard cock, and she put her hands down my pants. She pulled too hard and it hurt my cock. She withdrew her hand and after a few seconds I heard her spitting. She replaced her hand down my pants and started stroking me. She had used spit for lubrication. She kept taking her hand out of my pants, then returning it with something very wet and lubricating. It was more than what spit could lubricate. Maybe she had also used pussy juice to lubricate my cock.
She pulled her lips off mine and said “Fuck it, you are big. I need to suck that bad boy.”
She kneeled down and her butt popped the door slightly open. She peeled my pants down to my knees and my cock was instantly engulfed in warm wet heaven. She certainly knew how to suck cock, and she loved doing it. She kept applying more and more lube of some kind. I think it was pussy juice. She readjusted herself standing. Her mouth felt a little different, then I realized she had turned and was pushing her ass back at me. I was balls deep in her pussy. I was way off the reservation now. The rules from my girlfriend were strictly, “do not fuck her work colleagues.”
My new friend started pulsing a big orgasm. Normally I would cum as well. I was so upset and put off, because I was probably breaking rules and did not know what to do about it.
Suddenly the light was back on and a man’s voice was telling me to leave. As soon as he turned the light out, I was pulling my pants up and left.
I went to the bathroom and washed my hands. There were people around, so I did not wash my cock.
I rejoined the crowd at the dancefloor. I looked for my girlfriend and she was not visible. As I had just came from the only bathroom, I knew she wasn’t there.
Just then Linda grabbed me for a dance. She was a little drunk and very determined to get her arms around me. She kept trying to kiss me, but I resisted. She was pushing her big tits into my chest and got her arms around me, rubbing her pussy mound on my rapidly hardening cock. It was just registering with me that the kissing box woman was definitely not Linda, when I saw over her shoulder that Sandy was looking directly at me. I lip read her silently say to me “Thank you Mr Popular, me next dance.”
I was rescued from Linda by the blonde with huge double G cup tits. She was all over me as well. I began to think it wasn’t her in the kissing box either. This party was a minefield of problems. After a couple of dances, I managed to wave Sandy in as the music changed. She cut in on the blonde chick, and was soon in my arms dancing to a slow song.
Sandy said “I know we can't talk about what happened, but I want to say that was the hottest thing that ever happened to me. I know you won’t say anything about it. Nor will I. I want to do it again and go further. I know the only way we can is if your darling partner joins us. I want her too. Please convince her. Let’s do it tonight.”
We had turned around during the dance and my view over Sandy’s shoulder was now through the window into the family room. A woman opened the main bedroom door, and I could see two women in the bedroom. One was Barbara another friend, the lady at the door was Linda. They were soon both sucking one breast each of a third lady. A blonde petite lady. I realized with a jolt, that the half-naked blonde was my girlfriend. This was a work do. I had to help her stop what was happening.
I excused myself from dancing with Sandy, and walked quickly through the house to the main bedroom. The door was shut. The privacy lock was on. I grabbed my car keys from my pocket. On the keys was my small Swiss army knife, which I used to unlock the privacy lock. I went into the bedroom, shutting the door behind me.
The three women were now basically naked on the big bed. I turned the bedside lamp on and said “C’mon baby, think you have a had a little too much to drink. Let’s stop this fun hey. You will be happy I ended it tomorrow.”
The girls were reaching out to me, and Barbara licked first Jaynes breasts then Linda’s. She said “Come on James, just watch a while then join in, we all three want this.”
I said “No. Jayne tells me often when sober, she does not want this to happen. Come on baby help me get you dressed.”
Jayne placed her hand in mine, and let me get her clothes back on. Both the other girls were kissing me and trying to get my pants undone. Both were rubbing their nice big firm tits all over my skin where it was bare, face, arms, everywhere.
I had to take the other girls hands off my thick hard cock many times. The girls were begging me to fuck them and let them suck my cock. I stayed resolute for my girlfriend.
I got my girlfriend dressed and led her out of the bedroom into the bathroom. Her makeup was very smudged. It took a few minutes for her to make it semi ok. Then I took her outside and gave her a water. She said “I am sorry baby. I didn’t mean to do that. They are just so fucking hot, and they always want me to play. You are my rock. You keep me grounded. Thank you for rescuing me. I would be very upset tomorrow if more had happened.”
I kissed her lightly and just then Sandy came and hugged us both. She said to me “Have you asked her, are we doing it. We can go to my place.”
My girlfriend said “What does she mean, Hold on. Sandy we can't do what I think you mean. I love you like a sister, but we work together. We can't do both.”
Sandy kissed her lips and said “Oh yes, we can, I want you both. I’ve never done a threesome, but I want to do it with you. Please darling, I love you so much.”
It was clear my girlfriend was still too drunk to make good choices, so I took her home. We went alone. When we got home my girlfriend had sobered somewhat. She gave me a lovely blowjob in our bed to thank me for rescuing her. We didn’t talk much, I was imagining it was Sandy sucking me. My girlfriend called me Linda and Barbara a few times until I exploded in her mouth, then slept.
In the morning my hangover prevented me from talking much. We didn’t recap the party’s happenings that day. A week later I tried to have the discussion with my girlfriend about that party night. I wanted to confess I’d been fucked by an unknown woman in the kissing box. She asked me to stop talking and said she was too embarrassed to talk about that night.
She said “Whatever you did, was in fun and just being nice to the girls. I was the bad person that went too far. I just can’t talk about it now. What ever happened, I just want to forget it completely. Please do this for me.”
I agreed and kept it secret for all time.
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