Sandy
                  	by Ann Douglas


	"Hold the door!"  Sandy yelled as she sprinted the last
twenty feet to the rapidly closing door of the Ferry's waiting area.


	With only a half foot to spare, the blonde made it through,
much to the disappointment of the deck hand who got his kicks
closing the door in people's faces. Had she missed it, it would be a
long hour's wait until the next Ferry at 1:30 AM. No sooner had
she cleared the boarding  ramp when it began to rise, freeing the
Staten Island Ferryboat Alice Austin to begin her journey across
New York Harbor. 


	Taking the late night boat was only one of the problems
Sandy Carradine had encountered since going on her firm’s four to
twelve shift about five weeks before. Over a month and she still
couldn't get into sleeping during the day. In fact, the fact that the 
bus stop for the local Junior High School was located right in
front of her small apartment house guaranteed that she would
wake up to the sound of two dozen teenagers beneath her bedroom
window every morning at 7:00.    


	Dropping her large carry bag onto one of the hard plastic
seats, Sandy dropped exhausted into another. It had been another
hot and humid August day and the night had brought little relief. 
The small Ferry was pretty empty this time of night, relatively
speaking. At least it was a far cry was the two thousand or so who
took the early morning Ferry ride she had been used to.


	"Damn Betty Palmer for getting pregnant!" Sandy said under
her breath. "It's her fault that I'm on this stupid shift again."


	Six weeks ago, Sandy had been summoned to her
supervisor's office and told that since Betty was taking early
maternity leave, she would have to replace her as the night shift
supervisor.  The twenty five year old had protested that she had
only come off the night shift six months before. Therefore  it
wasn't fair that she be sent back.  That if anything, Steve
Liebowitz, the new intern who would eventually replace Betty on
nights when her four month tour was over, should just take over a
little early.


	The reply that she had gotten was that with Betty's sudden
departure, they felt it would be better to have an experienced 
hand at the helm so to speak.  Liebowitz just wasn't ready for all
that responsibility. Fighting back her anger, Sandy had to resist
the sudden urge she had to tell them what she would like to do
with her experienced hand.


	So for the last month, Sandy had rearranged her life to fit
the new work schedule. With a few bumps along the way, she had
finally settled into a more or less even routine. The only really
great problem now was her boyfriend, Peter Ryan.


	Sandy had been dating Peter for about three months.  They
had met through  Jim Anderson, a  mutual friend, at a birthday 
party for his wife. Sandy was instantly taken by his rugged good
looks and electric personality.  Six years older, Peter had looked
into her deep blue eyes and asked her out less than five minutes
after they'd been introduced. When they had gone out to dinner a
few nights later, it took all the former Catholic High School girl's
self control, not to jump into bed with him at the very first
opportunity. Instead she congratulated herself on her self-control
and jumped into the sack on their second date. 


	That was where their newfound relationship hit it's first
speed bump. Peter Ryan may have been, tall, handsome, athletic,
and incredibly charming, but astonishingly as it seemed, the man
was absolutely boring in bed. Never in her life had Sandy spent the
night with a lover so unimaginative.  Oh,  he wasn't a virgin, and he
did manage to get the job done. Yet she sometimes wondered of
his previous lovers had been some kind of cross between  Mary
Poppins and Snow White. Whenever she had suggested they try
something a little interesting to spice up the night a little, he
quickly backed off the idea. One night he had freaked when she
had slid her cum-lubricated finger into his ass during a round of
some pretty serious screwing. He nearly jumped out of bed and
yelled at her for even trying such a thing. That was something that
only "faggot's" did he had insisted.  Try as she could, she'd been
unable to regain his interest or erection that night. 


	Now it had been almost three weeks since they had slept
together and Sandy couldn't wait until Saturday night. That was
the only day of the week they could still see each other, and Peter
had canceled out the last two weekends due to sudden
emergencies.  He made no secret of the fact that he was totally
unhappy with the new arrangements, and Sandy wondered if he had
canceled their last two dates just out of spite. She remembered
the anger in his voice when he had told her when she talked to him
last.


 	"It's not my fault that we only have one night a week that
we can go out. If you want to spend more time together than you'll
just have to find a way to make the time."


	Sandy had been incredibly angry as she slammed down the
phone.  What did he expect her to do --- quit her job?




	Pushing the angry memory to the back of her mind, Sandy
began to look about the small cabin and take note of her fellow
passengers.  It was a little game she sometimes played, a way to
kill time on the twenty minute ride when she didn't feel like
reading.  She would pick out a person at random, and try to make
up a story about their sex life. It was a silly game really, but it was
fun sometimes. Of course, during the daytime she had a lot more
interesting people to choose from. 


	Her selection finally narrowed down to an  cleaning lady who
looked like those old Russian woman you always saw in the movies
and a tall Hispanic  woman in a crisp white nurse's uniform.  Feeling
a little naughty in her imagination tonight, it had after all been so
long since she'd be laid - she picked the nurse.


	The woman looked to be about twenty-two or three , with
olive skin. Her hair was a soft reddish brown, highlighted with gold. 
The buttons of her starched uniform were opened exceeding low,
revealing a more than ample bosom.  Sandy wondered if she
normally wore it that way or had just opened it due to the dreadful
heat.   Following her gaze downward, Sandy noted the long slender
legs the seemed to go on and on. It was hard to judge her height
from a sitting position, but Sandy guessed it to be about five foot
nine.


	She must work at a hospital, Sandy thought, or be a private
nurse who covers a late shift for someone.  A wicked smile came to
the office manager's face as she imagined the nurse giving some
dirty old man some tender loving care.  She tried to imagine the
body under the starched whites, wondering how she made love to a
man. Was it any different?  There had  been three Puerto Rican 
girls in her high school class but Sandy hadn't been friends with
any of them. There were a number of Hispanic  men and women who
worked for the firm, four on her night shift alone. But Sandy had
always had to deal with them in a supervisor/employee role and
such a relationship didn't easily lend to friendship. 


	Eventually, the boat docked at Saint George and  Sandy
followed the small crowd through the terminal to catch the next
train southward.  She'd passed the Nurse on the way out but
didn't give her a second glance. After all, the game was over and
she had to be sure and not miss her ride. Like the Ferry, the SIRT
only ran once an hour after midnight. If she had noticed the woman
in white, she'd have seen the small smile on her red lips.  Sandy's
little game hadn't gone unnoticed.




	The next day was Tuesday, and it was a day pretty much like
any other. Sandy had tried to call Peter several times but was
always catching him in conference or out. She knew he was avoiding
her, forcing her to decide between him or her job. Well she
wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She'd teach him to take her for
granted. Wait until they went out on Saturday night.  Even if she
had to tie him down to do it, Sandy was determined to give him the
fuck of his life. After that, lets see him ignore her. After all, she
remembered, at first he really wasn't keen on the idea of her
going down on him. Yet after only a single demonstration, he quickly
became a convert to the idea. 


	The night passed rather quickly and midnight soon came.
Taking up an offer for a lift to the South Ferry Terminal, Sandy
had no trouble making the twelve-thirty boat.  As was her custom,
she took her usual seat in the rear right section of the boat.  It
was funny, she thought how people always seem to go to the same
seats night after night, even when there was so many empty seats. 


	In fact, since most of the people around her were the same
night after night, she usually looked for the outsider to be the
player in her game. Bypassing the familiar faces, Sandy's sights
stopped for a moment on a tall olive skinned  woman in a security
guard's uniform.  


	"Now there's a lousy job to have,"  Sandy said to herself.
"Long hours, minimum wage."


	Discounting her as a player,  Sandy's imaginary scope moved
on.  After all, why pick the same type of person two nights in a
row. Finding no one that struck her immediate interest, the blonde
was surveying the choices a second time when she took a longer
look at the security guard.


	"She's the nurse!"  Sandy exclaimed to herself.  "The hair is
black now and in a braid, but that's the same woman.  I'm sure of
it. How could she be a nurse one day and a security guard the
next?"


	Determined to get a closer look to be sure, Sandy waited
until the Ferry began to get close to port and people began to line
up at the front of the boat. That was another  thing she had never
understood. Why with only about a hundred people onboard, a line
would still form at the gangway before they even docked.
Whatever the reason, it gave her an excuse to take a closer look
at this mystery woman.


	Pausing at the row just in front of the  woman, Sandy leaned
on an empty row of plastic seats as if to steady her balance. 
Taking a long, hard look, she confirmed it was indeed the same
woman who had worn the nurse's whites the night before. Right
down to the bright red lipstick and the open buttons on her blouse. 
After a few seconds, the woman looked up from her newspaper and
smiled at Sandy.  Embarrassed at being caught staring, the blonde
haired woman quickly and wordlessly moved to the front of the
boat. 


	The next day, Sandy couldn't get the strange woman out of
her thoughts.  This was a much more exciting game than she was
used to playing.  Would she be back on the Ferry tonight, if so, how
would she be dressed...and why?  The hours seemed to go so slow
and as midnight approached they seemed to go even slower. 
Finally, the night was over and she rushed out the door.  When her
ride to the terminal got stuck behind a bus, Sandy watched the
minutes click off on the dashboard clock and as twelve twenty
approached, she was sure she'd missed her boat.


	Rushing up the escalator, Sandy reached the top just in time
to see the sliding access door close to only a one foot opening.  She
had missed it.


	Suddenly the door stopped and began to side back open. 
Pushing it was a different younger deckhand.


	"Hurry up."  He yelled. "You can still make it."


	As she dashed inside, Sandy paused just long enough to smile
at the deckhand and say thank you.  Between the humidity and the
rapid beating of her heart, she was covered with sweat and out of
breath by the time she took her seat.  


	It took no effort to locate her mystery woman, she had
moved to a new seat only a few rows in front of Sandy as if she
wanted to be seen.  It seemed as if she was now an equal player in
the game, but what was the game and what were the rules?


	As on the previous two nights, the woman now projected a
totally new image. She wore a bright blue business suit with a
matching skirt. Her buttons were firmly closed this time, her top
button covered by a small cloth tie.  Her hair was still black but
now long and tied tightly into a bun. If she had to pick an
occupation for the woman, Sandy's first choice would be a
librarian. 


	This time, Sandy didn't approach the woman. In fact, she
waited until the boat docked and the "librarian" exited first.  All
during the ride home on the train, Sandy couldn't contain her
excitement.  This was exciting - who would she be tomorrow?






	Thursday passed in a blur. All Sandy could think about was
the Ferry trip home. Peter had called and left messages for her on
her voice mail but she was in no rush to return his calls. Let him
wait a while and see how he likes it.  Finally as eleven-thirty struck,
Sandy did something she had never done before - she left work
early.  She just couldn't take the chance she would miss the twelve
thirty Ferry. It had been a slow night and after making sure that
everything that had to be done was done, she left the office in the
hands of her assistant.


	Reaching the terminal about midnight, Sandy carefully
scanned the crowd gathered  in the large waiting area.  There was
no sign of her. The sliding access door soon opened and the small
crowd surged inside.  Checking her watch, Sandy took a position
right at the door and waited until the last possible moment to
board. So absorbed was she in looking for her quarry that she
didn't even notice that the door had begun to close.


	"Hey lady, are you coming or what?"  Called out the
deckhand, rousing Sandy from her trance.


	Without a word, she ran up the corridor and onto the Ferry.
Taking her usual seat, she stared out the window into the night
sky.  Watching the tiny lights spread across the harbor, Sandy felt
a little let down. The game had been fun and a lot more interesting
than it usually was. She was sorry to see it end.


	"Maybe I just missed her?"  She said to herself. "Maybe she
was dressed in such a way that I didn't recognize?"


	That thought in mind, Sandy rose to her feet and began to
walk the length of the small Ferry. After her second circuit and an
inspection of every passenger aboard, for all Sandy knew she could
be dressed like a man tonight, she finally had to admit defeat.  The
boat docked soon after and a slightly dejected woman walked to
the waiting train.   


	The next day, Friday, seemed to be the worst day of the
summer. The mercury never dropped below 98 the entire day and
the setting of the sun beneath the horizon brought no real relief. 
Nothing had gone right that day for Sandy.  A short blackout in
her area had put an end to the air conditioner, driving her totally
up the wall.  Inside her small apartment the temperature soared
over a hundred.  


	Her attempts to contact Peter had hit a stone wall.  As far
as she knew, they were still on for tomorrow,  but he was being a
real prick about returning her calls. She would show him she
thought, wait until I get him into bed.  Maybe I'll bring him right
to the brink and then suddenly get a headache.  That'll show him
not to play these games.  That she was equally guilty never
occurred to her.




	During the dinner break that night, Sandy mentioned the
strange woman on the Ferry to a few of her friends. She left out
the part about  her little fantasy game of course, just mentioning
how she had seen this woman dressed up a different way each
evening.  Each of the people at her table had a different idea of
why the woman was dressing up like that. Sandy listened with
interest at each suggestion.


	"A lot of people have both a day and night job, maybe she
just has a lot of different part time jobs."  Suggested Kathy Davis.


	"I thought about that,"  Sandy replied as she nibbled at her
salad. "I could match up her being a nurse and then some other
kind of professional the night she wore the suit, but somehow
being a by the hour security guard didn't really fit in."


	"I'll bet she's an actress."  Mary Jane Sullivan suggested.
"You know they sometimes really try to get into a character when
they're trying out for a role.  Maybe she's just attending a lot of
auditions."


	"That's a good idea, I hadn't really considered that one." 
Sandy said.  "But wouldn't most auditions be held during the day?"


	Mary Jane thought about it for a second then nodded in
agreement. She hadn't thought of that.


	"There's another possibility that you ladies have
overlooked."  Said Timmy O'Brien, the only man in their little
quartet. "She could be a hooker."


	"A hooker?"  Sandy repeated in surprise.


	"Yeh, think about it."  Timmy continued. "A lot of guys are
into that role-playing scene.  Maybe she gets a turn-on wearing her
outfit of the night home."


	"Speaking from experience are we?"  Kathy quipped with a
sly smile.


	"Or maybe she just doesn't have time to change since she
has to catch the 12:30 Ferry just like Sandy does."  Mary Jane
interjected.


	"I don't know."  Sandy mused. "Well no matter the reason,
she wasn't on last nights boat so I guess she was lucky enough to
get off the night shift.   Something none of else will ever do if we
don' get back to work."


	With a serious of faked moans and groans, her three dinner
partners rose from the table and returned to their jobs. The last
to leave the table, Sandy gave the mystery one last thought
before turning her mind back to the work at hand.


	The rest of the evening passed uneventfully and it wasn't
long before Sandy was saying her goodnights.  As she stepped out
of her friends air conditioned car at the Whitehall Street
entrance to the Ferry Terminal, the wall of heat and humidity she
stepped into engulfed Sandy.  


	"Please let it rain soon."  She said to herself as she looked
up into the lightly clouded sky.  "Or at least let the air conditioning
be back on when I get home."  She substituted as she shuddered
at the thought of trying to fall asleep in this inferno. The weekend
was the only time that she was able to sleep late, but in this heat,
sleep would be next to impossible.
	




	Friday nights there seemed to be less people on the late
Ferry. Most people must leave early to get a jump on the weekend. 
By the time Sandy dropped into her regular seat, her blue blouse
was already wet with perspiration and sticking to her skin. Every
window on the boat was wide open but even the breeze was warm.
In vain she had looked for an outside seat but quickly found them
already occupied.  	


	Producing that day's copy of the Advance from her bag,
Sandy began to read. Absorbed in her reading, she didn't
immediately notice that someone had sat down directly opposite
her.  This was unusual enough as the interior cabin of the boat was
almost  ninety percent empty, most of the passengers choosing to
sit outside. As she turned the page she became aware of the other
person. When she lowered the paper to take a look, it was all
Sandy could do not to drop the paper in surprise. 


	
	Sitting not four feet away, was Sandy's mystery woman. 
Sandy's mouth hung open as she took in the image before her. 
Gone were the professional outfits, or even the blue collar security
guard's uniform. The only job description that her current outfit
could fit was that of a 42nd Street Streetwalker.


	Her hair was now a bright and curly blonde, a color so
unnatural that Sandy was sure that it was a wig.  Her lips were full
and red,  and wide gold hoops now replaced the small stud earrings
she had worn on previous occasions.  Her large 38 inch breasts
were barely contained by the red bikini top she wore.  In fact, the
points of her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. 
Her blue pants were cut so short that if Sandy  was sure that if
she  looked closely, she would see a few loose  pubic hairs sticking
out of the edges. 


	The woman just seemed to smile at Sandy, then ignored her
completely.  Sandy tried to go back to her paper, but was unable to
stop stealing glances.  With an eerie fascination, she watched as
droplets of sweat formed between the woman's breasts and ran
down her stomach and disappeared beneath the material of her oh
so short pants.  


	Sandy had never been attracted to other women, but
couldn't take her eyes away.  She could feel a familiar wetness
between her legs and was lying to herself when she blamed it on
the humidity. The olive skinned woman just radiated sexuality, a
raw unbridled lust that hit Sandy full force.  The tingling between
her legs grew so strong that Sandy wished she was already home
so she could find some relief. Instead she sat there with her
paper, trying hard not to show the arousal sweeping within her.


	The scantily clad woman just continued to smile thought out,
she knew the effect she was having on Sandy. She was now in
control of the game and found immense pleasure in hitting all the
right buttons to drive Sandy to distraction.


	Finally she looked right into Sandy's bright blue eyes and
seemed to capture her soul. Her tongue glided sensuously across
her full red lips as she brought a hand up and ran her long
fingernails down the crevice between her tanned mounds.  Sandy
was no longer making any attempt to disguise her interest.  Wiping
the sweat from her breasts, the woman brought her index finger
up to her mouth and slowly licked it clean.


	"Any more of this and I'm going to cum right here in my
panties."  Sandy thought as she watched the woman cup her other
breast with her free hand.  "I can't believe I'm getting this
turned on by another woman."


	Then, abruptly, the woman stopped her caressing of her
breasts and rose from her seat and headed for the front of the
boat.  It was only then that Sandy realized that they had docked
and most of the people had already left.  Grabbing her bag from
the floor, Sandy began to quickly follow the woman off the boat. 
Her steps propelled by a strange mixture of both fear and
excitement.  




	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 access way.


	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 trip hammer 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 another woman
had initiated this incredible feeling 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.  






	It was almost noon when Sandy woke the next day.  She
hadn't gotten home until almost 3 AM.  The whole experience last
night seemed like a dream.  It was only the small white card sitting
atop a pair of stained panties on her night table that testified to
the events actually having happened.  Still that was yesterday, and
she had the little matter of straightening out her relationship with
Peter to attend to today.  Jumping out of bed, she jumped into the
shower and washed the remnants of last nights adventure down
the drain. She would have to hurry if she wanted to make her one
o'clock appointment at the beauty salon.  Thankfully she had
scheduled it a week ago, before the fighting with Peter had begun.
Sitting in her closet was a new dress she'd been saving for a
special occasion.  Peter was going to get it both barrels tonight.


	Just making her appointment, Sandy let her mind drift as
the beautician performed her magic.  She had every facet of
tonight's date planned.  By the end of the night, Peter would be on
his knees apologizing.  The thought of Peter on his knees gave her
another idea.  One of her girlfriends had told her about a special
service that was offered at this particular salon.  You wouldn't
find it posted on any of the walls, but if you asked, it was available.


	"My girlfriend Judy mentioned a special service you have
here.  A special kind of cut."  Sandy softly asked of the beautician
who's name tag read Lucy.


	"Why yes, its one of our most popular cuts."  Lucy replied. If
you like, we can take care of it as soon as we're done out here."


	Twenty minutes later, Sandy found herself in the back room
propped up on a table much like that used by her gynecologist,
right down to the stirrups. Sitting on a stool between her legs was
Lucy, who was carefully using a small pair of scissors and a straight
razor to trim her pubic hair. By the time she was finished, the
large blonde bush hairs were now only an eight of an inch in length
and had been crafted into the shape of a heart.  Peter had been
reluctant to going down on her before, but after she was finished
with him tonight, he'd be more than happy with the proper
instruction on the way to her heart.


	After the Beauty Salon, Sandy made a stop at a nearby
Lingerie Store and bought the sexiest bra and panty set she could
find.  In her mind's eye she could just see herself standing before
Peter in them.


	"Face it, Sandy. She said to herself. "The man doesn't stand
a chance."


	A few more stops at the grocery , the video store and the
dry cleaners brought an end to Sandy's errands. Returning to
apartment about 5:30, she took a second shower to wash away the
days sweat.  Even with the early morning rain, the temperature
still hovered in the mid-eighties.


	  Taking her time in the cool embrace of the shower, Sandy
couldn't help but caress herself.  She was so horny.  One hand
played with her small 34 inch breasts while the other carefully
stroked her newly trimmed pussy.  How different Jasmine touch
had been.  Both different and exciting.  A large share  of what
made it so exciting was that for the most part it had been
unplanned and out of her control. Never could she have planned to
have had a sexual encounter with another woman, she just didn't
have the nerve.  Yet like any kind of sex, she had always been told
that once you tried something the first time, it was always easier
to try it a second.


	The rush of the water in her ears was so loud that she
hadn't heard the phone ring the first few times. As she shut off
the water she heard the last ring before it was picked up by the
answering machine.  Her first impulse was to race and pick it up
before the caller hung up. After all, it might be Peter.  Then the
image of her running naked through the apartment only to find a
dial tone when she got there filled her mind. No, let the machine
answer it, that's what it was there for.  She's call back whoever it
was when she finished with her toilet.


	Once dry, Sandy spent the next twenty minutes finishing up.
Her teeth were as white as after a trip to the dentist.  Her
breath, minty as Proctor and Gamble could make it.  A careful
application of her favorite perfume in all the right places
completed the ritual.  She was ready.


	Donning the newly purchased bra and panties, Sandy took a
long look at herself in the bathroom doors full length mirror. Her
reflection returned her smile as she struck a pose.


	"Sandy dear,"  She said to herself proudly. "There's no
denying it. You are a babe!"


	Exiting back into the living room, she noted that it was
already 6:40.  That gave her almost an hour before Peter would be
by to pick her up. Plenty of time. 


	The flashing light on the answering machine caught her
attention as she headed for the closest for her new dress. In her
self admiration she had almost forgotten about the shower call.


	Dropping down onto the plush love seat, she hit the play
button and sat back. As she listened to the message, her face
turned a bright crimson and her expression went from satisfaction
to outrage.


	"Hi Sandy,"  Began the recorded voice of Peter Ryan. "I
realize that this is really short notice but I'm afraid that I won't
be there tonight.  I tried calling you earlier but got the machine
and really wanted to tell you myself.  As soon as you can give me a
call, there's something we have to discuss."


	"That lousy bastard!"  Sandy exclaimed as she grabbed the
phone and hit the autodial button for Peter's number.  "Who the
fuck does he think he is?"


	The phone rang once, twice, a third time and with each ring
Sandy's anger grew. She was about to hang up when she heard a
receiver being picked up on the other end.


	"Hello?" Said a soft feminine voice. 


	"Hello?"  Sandy replied, her anger momentarily replaced by
confusion.  Had she gotten a wrong number? That had never
happened before using the autodial.


	"Can I help you?" Asked the unidentified woman.


	"Is Peter there?"  Sandy asked, sure that she must've been
connected to the wrong party.


	"Oh, he's .....I mean, hold on a minute will you."


	Silence filled the receiver for a second or two, then she
could hear two voices talking on the other end. Neither was clear
enough to understand. 


	"Sandy?"  Asked the suddenly loud and clear voice of Peter
Ryan.


	Count to a hundred before you answer in anger, Sandy's
mother had always told her.  This time it was too late, she was
already up to two hundred.


	"Who the fuck was that....the new maid?"  Sandy thundered.


	"Oh shit, Sandy."  He replied. "I really wanted to handle this
differently."


	"Handle what differently?"  She said in an exceedingly
hostile tone.  


	"Well there's no easy way for me  to say this, especially at
this point."  Peter continued, trying to ignore her anger. "So I
guess I just have to say that its not going to work out between us. 
I'm sorry, but that's the cold honest truth."


	"What?........"  Sandy stammered, suddenly speechless.


	"I don't think there's anything more to say. Again I'm sorry
it couldn't have ended differently."


	Regaining her voice, Sandy was about to say something when
she heard a click and found herself listening to a dead line.


	"That self centered little prick....."  She shouted as she hit
the redial. 


	After two rings, the answering machine picked up.  If
anything, the message just pushed her further over the edge.


	"Hi, you've reached the home of Peter Ryan and Madeline
Jakes.....We can't answer your call right now, but leave a message
after the beep and we'll be back to you as soon as possible."


	As the message finished, Sandy remembered the name
Madeline Jakes.  She had been Peter's girlfriend for over a year
before he'd met her.  They had broken up a month before Peter
had attended the Anderson Birthday Party. She had spent all that
time comforting him, and now that cow had moved back in and was
getting all the benefits.


	She was tempted to leave a message saying just what she
thought of the two of them, but then just hung up after the beep.
They'd simply hit the delete button and never even pay attention
to it.  By tomorrow, she was sure they'd have a new number.




	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 out loud. 
"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.   


	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 lip gloss.  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, those are 
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.


	A soft moan emanated from Sandy as she felt the wetness
of Jasmine's mouth on her breast.  She'd had many men suck at
her breasts, but none had ever felt so good.  For most of the men
she had dated, it was usually just something they had to get out of
the way in order to get to their real objective.  Few had ever
taken to time to explore her breasts and find the most sensitive
spots as Jasmine was now doing.  Then it occurred to her that
Jasmine found those spots so easily because she knew they would
most likely be the same as her own.  Sandy would have to test that
theory when she got her chance at Jasmine's much larger breasts.


	While she continued to lick and caress Sandy's small
mounds, the darker skinned woman slid one hand down the white
woman's back and under the elastic of her red lace panties.  She
ran her long nails across the pale skin of her buttocks, gently
tickling the small opening to her anus. 


	Continuing onward, her fingers slid under her bottom and
rubbed against her clit.  It took but a second for her to realize
that the feel of her cunt was now different.  The large bush she
had felt a day before was now gone.


	"What do we have here?"  Jasmine asked as she stopped
what she was doing and pulled down Sandy's panties.


	She bent down and took a long look at the newly trimmed
blond hair and the heart shape it was now formed into.  Looking up
at Sandy, she grinned and said.


	"I love it, you'll have to tell me where you had it done."


	Assuring her that she would, Sandy reached down and gently
nudged her closer to her already wet pussy.


	"Impatient little bitch aren't we?"  Jasmine asked in mock
anger as she felt Sandy's gentle urging.  "Well I can't say as I
blame you. This pussy looks like its long overdo for a good licking."


	Guiding Sandy over onto the bed, she motioned for her to
lay back and spread her legs. Once she had a clear view of the
dampness already covering the small blonde hairs, Jasmine reached
down with her tongue and ran it across the length of her opening. 
She repeated that a second and third time, each time penetrating
just a little deeper. 


	Spread out on the white comforter, Sandy closed her eyes
and savored the wet soft touch of the Puerto Rican woman's
tongue.  Like she had on her breasts a few minutes before,
Jasmine seemed to immediately find all the most  sensitive spots.


	Finally the attention of her talented tongue began to center
on the core of her sexuality.  Spreading Sandy's legs wide,
Jasmine buried her face between them, sending waves of delight
throughout the smaller woman.  A heavy coating of lubricant
already covered her tongue and she took a moment to savor the
taste.  Deep in her own pussy she could feel a deep longing for her
touch but she ignored it.  There would be plenty of time to attend
to her own needs later.  Right now she wanted to attend to Sandy
first.


	Sandy's first orgasm erupted so unexpectedly that Jasmine
was caught off guard as her mouth was filled with girlcum. It had
been a long time since she'd been with a gusher.  In response she
pushed her face ever deeper, and with it her tongue just a little
further up Sandy's love canal. All the while a carefully placed
finger kept a steady vibration building in her small love button.


	It wasn't long before Sandy's body quaked a second time. 
Now Jasmine was prepared for the burst of love juice and quickly
collected it in her mouth.  No sooner had Sandy's body stopped
shaking and she opened her mouth to get a full breath of air when
Jasmine was upon her.  The kiss this time was forceful as her
tongue pushed it's way between her lips.  With it came much of the
pussy juices Jasmine had managed to hold in her mouth.  It was one
of her favorite little tricks, letting a man or woman experience the
taste of their own cum.


	To Sandy's surprise, she enjoyed the taste, wondering if
Jasmine's would taste different. Men tasted different she knew,
but did women?


	Laying alongside her as she recouped from her double
climax, Jasmine ran her hand up and down Sandy's nude form.  She
cupped one of her breasts and gently kissed the nipple.


	"I hope you enjoyed that."  She whispered.


	"Oh I did......."  Sandy softly answered, but the unspoken
response of her eyes said volumes.


	"But it wasn't exactly what you expected, right?"


	"I didn't mean that, it was wonderful." Sandy quickly replied.


	"Don't worry love,"  Jasmine countered with a wicked grin.
"That was just to warm you up, an icebreaker so to speak. The real
entertainment hasn't even started yet."


	Before Sandy could question the strange statement,
Jasmine had shifted herself so that she could reach the top posts
of the bed.  Sandy heard a soft double click and when she tried to
sit up to see what she had done, she was shocked to find that she
was now restrained.


	Lifting one hand so that she could see the leather cuff now
wrapped around the wrist, Sandy could see that it was fur lined
for comfort and tied with two metal clasps.  She had a small
freedom of movement, but not much.


	"Now you'll get to see what it really feels like to have
someone else in control."  Jasmine declared as she moved down to
the base of the bed.  "Unless you'd rather stop the game right now
and I'll untie you."


	"No, its ok."  The bound woman replied quietly.


	"Good, I'd have been disappointed if you'd said yes." 
Jasmine said as she dimmed all the lights in the room except for
the track lights around the bed.  "You said you wanted to have
someone else be in total control.  Well this is just part of it. 
Before we start, let me just tell you that I'm not into pain or
injury or anything like that.  The real essence of domination is
psychological, the cuffs are just a little reminder that you are no
longer in control of the situation."


	  "But since you're really not a captive and part of your
fantasy may be to act like you don't really want to do the things
we're going to do, we need to have a code word.  So once the game
begins, you can say "no"  all you want, and it will be just part of the
game.  But if you use the code word, the scenario will immediately
stop. Lets see, how about " Mickey Mouse", that's not a phrase
that's liable to come up in any other context. I think that's an
excellent choice for a code word."


	Sandy thought about her words for a minute.  Deep inside
her she could feel the same combination of fear and excitement
that led her here in the first place.  If she backed out now, she
would forever wonder what it would have been like.


	"Ok, Mickey Mouse it is."  She answered.


	"Good,"  Jasmine answered as she ran her nails across the
bottom of Sandy's feet.  "Then let the games begin!"




	With a flourish, Jasmine dropped the silk robe to the floor. 
Sandy pulled herself up as high as she could so she could have a
good look at her captor.  Jasmine now wore a green satin and nylon 
teddy.  The top of which barely covered her 38 inch bust, their 
wide brown aureole clearly visible through the lacy  material. Her
long smooth legs were now clad in sheer stocking, held up by a set
of garters.  In an age of pantyhose, it was something Sandy had
never seen another woman wear.


	Her lace panties had a long opening, allowing easy access to
her own tightly trimmed bush.  For a moment, Sandy wondered how
it would look after an expert trimmed it and crafted into a heart. 
Finishing the outfit was a small strand of white pearls around her
neck.


	"Satisfied?"  She asked as she placed her hands on her hips
and stuck a suggestive pose.


	"Definitely!"  Sandy responded.


	"Well if you weren't, it would be just too fucking bad,
bitch!''  Jasmine abruptly countered as she immediately became a
character in Sandy's fantasy.  "This outfit is for my enjoyment,
not yours"


	With that she jumped onto the bed and moved to straddle
the helpless naked woman beneath her.


	"It's about time a stuck up cunt like you learned how to eat
pussy."  Jasmine said as she squatted over Sandy's face.


	From just inches away, Sandy could see the light pink skin of
Jasmine's sugar walls.  A shiny film of girljuice already coated
them.  The taller woman reached down and pulled her lips apart,
giving her an even better look.  Seconds later, the bright pink walls
were pressing against her lips as Jasmine dropped down and
pressed her pussy against her powerless captive's mouth.


	The sensation was overwhelming as Sandy immediately tried
to put her tongue to work. To her satisfaction, Jasmine did indeed
taste just a little different. The woman on stop began a gentle
rocking motion, rubbing her clitoris against Sandy's searching
tongue, helping her to find the most sensitive points. 


	Jasmine arched herself backward and braced herself with
both arms for support, all the time gyrating her lower body. With
every motion she sent the rising waves of passion rippling through
her light brown body.   


	"Not bad for a beginner."  She said as she rubbed her cunt
harder against Sandy's now cum covered face.


	In truth, Sandy was doing a pretty great job for a beginner. 
What she lacked in skill she made up for with enthusiasm.  Her
tongue darted every which way it could, and although she didn't hit
the right spots every time, she hit them often enough to get the
job done.


	Jasmine felt her orgasm about to burst. She could tell that
is wasn't going to be a record breaker, but then again she hadn't
expected it to be.  Sandy soon could feel Jasmine's body shudder
as her legs pressed tighter against her face.  While she wasn't a
gusher as Sandy sometimes was, there was enough of an eruption
for Sandy  to feel proud of her achievement.


	Even after her body had stopped shaking and her pulse rate
slowed closer to normal, Jasmine continued to slowly slide her now
saturated pussy up and down across Sandy's face. She instructed
her to lick her clean, a task the older woman seen to greatly enjoy.


	Sliding her body down so that it was now parallel to Sandy's
own, Jasmine took both her large breasts in her hands and began
to play with them.  She rubbed her fingers across the large pencil
eraser sized nipples and signed with satisfaction at he pleasure the
act released.


	"You did pretty good with that tongue, lets give you
something else to try it on."  She said as she lowered her breasts
to where Sandy could reach them.


	Sandy wasted no time and immediately took as much of the
closest nipple into her mouth as she could.  Like a babe nursing at
her mother's tit, she suckled the nipple sending a pleasing, almost
electric feeling through the entire breast.  Then she shifted her
attention to the second breast, wishing her hands were free that
she could play with them as well.


	Enjoying the attention her neophyte lesbian lover was
lavishing on her breasts, Jasmine again shifted her body. Both to
give Sandy easier access to her prodigious mounds and to let her
still itchy pussy rest against her lover's. 


	Trying to keep her breasts easily accessible, Jasmine began
to rotate her pelvic region, pressing her own clitoris up against
Sandy's.  Both woman quickly felt the added stimulation and Sandy
joined the effort.  Despite their race to yet another climax, Sandy
was unwilling to relinquish her newfound oral fixation, and as their
movements began to increase in intensity, Jasmine had to help
keep her nipples in reach of the blonde's mouth.


	Soon their gyrations had become so erratic that keeping
breast contact was impossible and Sandy had to reluctantly give up. 
In return she was treated to her third orgasm of the night, abet a
rather little one but better a little one than none at all.


	Jasmine on the other hand had failed to reach a climax, her
own clit needing more stimulation than simple rubbing could
provide.  Sliding off the bed, she smiled at the tired woman
stretched out there.


	"Had enough yet, cunt?" She leered with a evil grin, still
maintaining character. 


	"Yes..."  Was Sandy's fatigued reply. 


	"Well that's just too bad,"  Jasmine responded, taking note
that she had failed to use the code words.  "Cause I've got one
more surprise for you, and I think you're going to love it."


	Sandy was caught off guard by Jasmine's statement, then
she remembered the code words that she was supposed to use. 
She opened her mouth to say them, but no sound came out.  Part of
her didn't want it to end.  That part of her was all too curious
about what could be coming next.


	"Well even if you don't love it,"  Jasmine continued. "It
really doesn't mean shit, cause I know that I'm going to love it!"


	With that she disappeared for a few minutes into a
connecting bathroom.  When she reappeared a few minutes later,
she was holding a towel obscuring the view of her body from the
waist down.  Stepping up to the bed, she stood where Sandy could
get a good view and then dropped the towel.


	"Oh God!"  Sandy exclaimed.


	Strapped between Jasmine's legs was a thick 8" flesh
colored dildo.  It was almost twice as big as the vibrator Sandy had
lost last month.  She had seen pictures of things like that but had
never seen one for real.  It was like a rubber cock, right down to
the fake veins on its sides and the large balls hanging beneath it.


	"You said it'd been a long time since you had  been really
fucked,"  Jasmine said as she lifted the cock in her hand and
climbed onto the bed.  "What kind of hostess would I be if I let
you go home without taking care of that need?"


	Spreading her legs apart, Jasmine positioned the ersatz
cock at the entrance to Sandy's  still damp pussy.  She pressed
the cockhead up against the moist lips, parting them slightly.


	"Relax, this isn't going to hurt........"  Jasmines said as she
eased her toy in slightly and then withdrew it, lubing it up as she
did. ".......much."  She then sinfully added.


	A few more practice strokes and Jasmine was satisfied that
she had enough lubricant on the rubber. Then with a firm grip on
those pale white legs, she gave her first hard thrust forward,
sending four inches up inside her woman.  Sliding it back she
repeated the exercise, this time watching six inches disappear
between Sandy's cunt lips.  Another stroke and she would be able
to take it all.


	Through it all, Sandy bit down on her lip as she felt herself
being penetrated. Her hand maintained a tight grip on the straps
that held her into place.  It was more than she'd ever taken
before, but she knew from experience than even though it hurt
now, it would soon get better.  She could end it all with a word, but
that option no longer even occurred to her.


	By the tenth stroke, the pain had begun to turn to pleasure
as Jasmine began to really get into a rhythm.  Sandy was now
actively thrusting her body to meet each incoming lunge.  It now
felt so good that she couldn't remember the last time a man had
fucked her like this.  The only think that could make it better was
that if it could be made of flesh and blood instead of rubber.  By
now, Jasmine was lifting her off the bed with the intensity of her
efforts as she got more and more into the fantasy of being a man
taking care of "his" woman.




	"Untie me!"  Sandy yelled, "I got to have my hands free!"  
	Without missing a stroke, Jasmine reached up and hit the
quick release on the left cuff.  The right one followed a moment
later.  Her hands now free, Sandy grabbed Jasmine's ass and
added her own strength to her thrusts.  Pulling her deep inside her
as she would a man, it was easy for her to also forget that it
wasn't really a man atop her.


	"Fuck me baby!"  Sandy cried out as she felt  electric surges
rushing up and down her body. "Fill me up, give it to me!"


	Both bodies were drenched with sweat, despite the air
conditioning.  Both woman knew that this would be the best yet,
and at the same time they both knew that after it they be too
wasted to do anymore. Because of that, they almost didn't want to
reach the summit.
	
	
	"Well, it looks like while the cats away, the pussies are gonna
play."  Said a loud booming voice from the bedroom's doorway.


	The sudden appearance of a tall black man in the doorway
brought both women to an abrupt stop. He stood a little over six
feet tall with skin the color of night.  The muscles that covered his
dark body were clearly outlined by the reflective light of the track
lights.  He was only wearing a short cut off t-shirt and a pair of
gym shorts. The stranger was truly an imposing sight.


 	  Sandy's eyes popped open in fear as she began to jump
upward, only to be stopped by Jasmine's weight atop of her.  


	"It's ok!"  Jasmine quickly said to Sandy as she felt her
jump.  "That's my boyfriend Jamal, he's the one I was expecting
earlier."


	"Hey, sorry I'm so late Baby,"  He said as he stepped into
the room.  "But the truck I was driving tonight broke down and I
had to wait for a wrecker."


	"And I suppose you never thought to telephone?"  Jasmine
countered.


	"I did call, three times."  He said, "But you've got the
answering machine set for the first ring."


	A sheepish look covered Jasmine's face. She had forgotten
she had turned off the ringer on the phone after Sandy had
arrived so they wouldn't be interrupted.


	During this conversation, Sandy just laid there silently,
caught up in the unbelievably of the situation. Here she was laying
naked in front of this strange black man, while he holds a
discussion about answering machines with his hooker girlfriend. 
Not to mention she had just spent over an hour and a half
exploring the nuances of lesbian lust with that girlfriend. Or the
fact that she was lying naked on top of her with a strap on dildo
between her legs.  A dildo that was still halfway up her pussy.


	"How bout you then,"  Jamal continued. "You bringing your
work home with you these days?" He added as he motioned to
indicate Sandy.


	"This isn't business."  Jasmine replied.  "It's personal."


	"Well, well well."  Jamal said as he stepped to the edge of
the bed.  "I have to compliment you on your taste.  But then again I
always knew you  preferred the best. You picked me after all."


	Both Jamal and Jasmine laughed at that one.


	"Well as you can see, we were in the middle of something." 
Jasmine pointed out.


	"I can see that, and had I only know I'd have been more
than happy to have gone straight home."  Jamal said as he reached
the head of the bed, only a foot away from Sandy's head.  "But
seeing as I am here, and I did sort of kill the moment for the two
of you, maybe I can make it up."   


	"And how would you suggest you do that?"  Asked Jasmine.


	"Well, how bout I give your girlfriend here something better
than that piece of rubber to play with?"  Came his reply.


	With that he reached into his gym shorts and pulled out the
largest cock Sandy had ever seen.  It was as dark as the rest of
his body, except for the large head which was a lighter shade of
brown.  Even in it's semi-erect state, it was as big as the dildo that
still rested within her.  What would it look like when it was fully
hard?


	Turning her gaze from Jamal's  huge cock to Jasmine, Sandy
was greeted by a look that told her it was up to her if she wanted
it.  After all, how could she object to her boyfriend joining in the
fun after she'd spent the last few hours cheating on him.  Yet was
it cheating when she did it for money, or only when she did it for
fun. 


	Such philosophical questions would have to wait for another
day as Sandy turned her attention back to the new treat now only
a few inches from her face.  Jamal had begun to play with it and
with each slow stroke it grew ever harder, and larger. Sandy had
never even seen a black man naked before, much less having had
been with one.  It was another in the long list of forbidden fruits
that had been drummed into her by her parents and friends. 
Yet, in view of all the taboo's she'd already broken in the last 48
hours, could one more make any difference?


	The nearness of Jamal's enlarging manhood overwhelmed
her senses.  Her eyes focused on the small drop of precum that
had appeared at the tip.  Her nostrils filled with the pungent odor
of his musk.  Then not even aware she was doing it, she reached
out with her tongue and licked away the sticky drop of precum.


	She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the salty
tanginess which had for so long been denied her.  Then she
reopened both her eyes and her mouth and took as much of him as
she could into her mouth.


	Seeing that Sandy had made up her mind, Jasmine began to
continue the thrusts which had been interrupted earlier.  This time
she kept up a slower pace, giving Jamal time to catch up.  She
began to pump automatically, just enough to keep Sandy excited,
but not enough to push her over the edge.  Instead she began to
focus her attention on watching the white woman suck her first
black cock. A cock she knew all too well. 


	It wasn't that she was jealous, Jamal and her had never
stood in the way of  each others physical pleasure.  It was just
that this was the first time she had actually been able to watch
him with another woman and she was understandably curious.


	The long black rod disappeared within Sandy's mouth.  Try
as she could, she could never get it more than halfway in.  She
could feel the power pulsing in it and as she ran her tongue down
the length of it, she savored the titillation that she felt in every
pore of her body.  She was still aware of the dildo sliding in and
out of her, but she couldn't help think how much better it would
feel to replace the hard rubber with this flesh and blood monster
that filled every corner of her mouth.


	Licking his massive balls, she slid his shorts all the way off. 
He responded by pulling his shirt over his head and dropping it
onto the floor.  Climbing onto the bed, he left his sneakers on the
floor so that he was now as naked as  both women.


	Jamal, moved to a sixty-nine position in which he could lick
the top of her clit as the substitute cock slid in and out.  All the
while, Sandy continued to slide her mouth all over his cock.  After
a few more minutes, he looked down on her and said.


	"You keep that up a few more minutes, Babe, and you're
going to have a mouthful."


	Sandy slid the saliva covered cock out of her mouth just
long enough to say, "As long as you'll have a second load in there
somewhere, I've got another hole I want to try this popsicle in"


	Jamal nodded in ascent and Sandy redoubled her efforts.
True to his word, it was only a few more minutes when he let loose
with a large burst of hot liquid which filled her mouth.


	Jamal had exploded on Sandy's downward stroke. So that
first burst had shot right down her throat, causing her to gag.
Letting his cock slip out, the second and third burst covered her
face.  He laughed when he looked down and saw the sticky goo
spread all over her mouth and cheeks. She grinned back and
stretched out her tongue as far as it could go and licked as much
of her face clean..


	Even after the last drop of white had oozed out of the small
hole atop his cockhead, Sandy continued to stroke the large pole. 
True to Jamal's word, his cock continued to remain hard even
after he had come.


	Giving Jamal time to recover, Sandy turned her attention
back to Jasmine.  Far from having felt rejected, she had enjoyed
watching the show that had unfolded before her.  Sliding the dildo
out from within Sandy, she had unstrapped it and held it up like a
lollipop.  The rubber was shiny with Sandy's juices and Jasmine
licked it like a little girl eating an ice cream cone.  She offered it
to Sandy to share and between the two of then they had it licked
clean in no time.


	While the two of then had be enjoying the dildo treat,
Jamal had inserted a finger or two into each of their pussies. 
With a practiced hand, he helped keep the two of then on the
edge.  This went on for about ten minutes until Jamal said he was
ready to give Sandy what she really wanted.


	As not to leave Jasmine out, Sandy took the now clean dildo
and strapped it on. One more new thing to try.  Jasmine quickly
agreed with the idea as long as she could be in a position to watch
Jamal fuck Sandy.


	So Jasmine spread herself up against the pillows as Sandy
entered her in the classic missionary position.  The two woman
went at it for a few minutes by themselves, kissing and licking each
other as Sandy developed her own rhythm. Jasmine's cunt was so
wet that she had no trouble accepting the full eight inches of the
playcock. 


	Taking hold of Sandy's hips, Jamal entered her from behind
in a single thrust.  Like Jasmine, her love tunnel was so lubricated
that she had little difficulty receiving his full hardness.  


	Quickly matching his thrusts to the opposite of Sandy's,
Jamal would penetrate the light skinned woman just as she was
withdrawing from Jasmine. Then he would withdraw as she in turn
would enter his girlfriend, who would time her own pelvic thrusts
so that she would pull the dildo as far in her as she could.


	As the speed of this three way intercourse increased, each
of the participants soon found themselves too wrapped up in
maintaining their end of the arrangement to pay that much
attention to any of the others.  So it wasn't obvious to anyone
except Jasmine that she would be the first to cum.  After all, she
had cum the longest time ago of any of them.  


	Sandy wasn't even aware that the brown skinned woman had
climaxed until she realized that she was no longer coming forward
to meet her own thrusts.  She then stopped her own efforts and
concentrated on enjoying the incredible pounding her own pussy
was getting from Jamal.  


	Conscious that Jasmine had bowed out of the activity and
was now just enjoying the show, Jamal altered his routine so that
he could bring Sandy to an even greater climax than he had
originally intended. 


	Reaching around to massage her small bust, he was surprised
to find he could fit almost an entire breast in each of his massive
hands.  He had always sought out large breasted women, but now
he was finding that small breasted ones could have a charm all
their own.


	So fast were his repetitions and so slippery were both his
cock and Sandy's cunt, that several times he slipped out and had to
break his timing to reenter her.  He could feel that Sally was so
close to the edge of what could be the greatest climax of her life
that she could taste it.  Each time he slipped out of her, a frantic
look appeared on her face, as if she was worried that he would
suddenly stop.  As it was, his only real fear was that he wouldn't
be able to hold off his own orgasm long enough for her to cum.  He
had already tried every trick he knew, both for pushing her over
the edge and holding himself back.  Another minute or two and he
would lose the battle.


	The look on her lover's face made Jasmine aware of his
problem, she had seen that look before.  She had to give Sandy
credit, she didn't think any woman could ride Jamal this long.  An
idea flashed into her mind and she mouthed the suggestion to
Jamal. She really didn't have to bother being secretive about it. 
Sandy was bucking so much like a bitch in heat that she wouldn't
have heard her if she shouted at the top of her lungs.


	Jamal shifted his right hands attention from Sandy's breast
to the top of her cunt.  Rubbing against her clit as he continued to
pound deep within her, he hoped to finally bring her off.  When
that didn't work he followed Jasmine's suggestion and let his cock
slide out from inside her.


	So lost was Sandy in her desire to climax that it took a few
seconds for her to realize that Jamal's throbbing member was no
longer inside her.  He had continued rubbing against her clit with
his hand, so she was upset for only a moment when she felt the
reassuring  feeling of his cock behind her as he sought to renter
her.


	By the time she realized that the sudden pressure was
directed against her asshole and not her pussy, it was too late.
Totally covered by her lubricating juices, Jamal pushed his cock
deep up inside her and let loose with a series of quick powerful
strokes which sent twin bursts of pain and pleasure ripping
through her body.


	Sandy's entire being exploded as her minds eye filled with a
pyrotechnic display the likes she had never experienced before. 
She was oblivious to everything, except the feeling of euphoria she
found herself floating in. Then as her rush reached it's zenith,
everything faded to black and she crumpled like an empty sack
onto the bed.  Jamal who had cum at the same time, filling her anal
cavity with burst after bursts of white gold, then collapsed right
next to her.  


	Jasmine waited a few moments before she checked to make
sure that both of her bedmates were still breathing.  She had seen
Jamal just drop off after a really intense session before, so she
really wasn't too worried about him.  


	Checking Sandy's pulse, she was relieved to see that she was
just asleep.  She had never seen a woman climax like that.  That
girl must've had so much sexual energy bottled up inside her.  It
was like a pressure cooker letting go.


	Siding out of the bed to make herself a drink, Jasmine
noticed something else she had never seen before.  On Sandy's
sleeping face, was the most satisfying image of contentment she
had ever seen.


	For a long minute she stared at the image of pure happiness.
Then shaking her head she headed out to the living room and the
bar.


	"Lucky bitch!" She muttered out loud as she left the room. 
But there was no one awake to hear.


END   


 (c) Ann Douglas 1996

   
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