Polly,Sandy & Steve - Sex Stories

Polly,Sandy & Steve

Polly, Sandy & Steve We had a delightful dinner at a local pub that was within walking distance of their unit so there was no worries about drinking and driving. We took advantage of that by having three bottles of wine between us. Walking home all of us dressed in shorts and tees, Steve was in the middle and he put his arms around both of us as we laughed and joked the few hundred metres through the failing light back to the unit. With vinos in our hands we sat in the cosy lounge listening to music by candlelight and, inevitably I guess, the conversation turned to Mack and me. I found myself opening up to them and telling them more about the background and how I felt. This, for some reason, included my feelings and even touched on the loneliness and how much I missed being with a man when he was away working. I guess the wine and the talk made me a little morbid and I started to well up. Both of them were so understanding and it was good to have some friends to talk to. Sandy came and sat right next to me on the sofa and put her arms around me as Steve said how Mack should try and get some local work. Maybe it was the alcohol, but they did make me feel better and as Sandy kept hugging me, it was strangely comforting and the sadness quickly passed as I sipped my vodka. "Well I reckon it's time I showed you where things are around here but as you know it’s not a very big unit. Come on Polly," she said, adding, "then we'll get you tucked up in bed shall we. Smiling I replied, ...

... "Yes mum," and we all laughed. She showed me where the bathroom was and how to open the windows with the burglar proof locks and then into the bedroom that was quite small but nicely furnished with a queen sized bed. I undressed but kept my knickers on and slipped on my little white singlet that I sometimes wear in bed, and went to the bathroom to clean my teeth. Back in my room I slipped my knickers off and slid under the sheet. It was still very warm so there was no need for a doona. I was about to turn the light off when there was a knock on the door and Sandy called out as she slowly opened it. "Everything OK Polly?" "Yes great thanks Sandy, I'm fine now," I smiled at her as she came into the room wearing a lovely white satin camisole that was cut very low at the front. "Good, I'm pleased," she replied coming over and sitting on the side of the bed. We talked for a while about the time away Mack had to do and how things had changed for me. I said how lucky she and Steve were to have him home every night. She was sitting very close to me so that my leg had pressed up against her hips, and as she moved or leaned forward the loose top of her camisole would open and I couldn't avoid seeing down it. Several times I saw most of her small pert breasts. I didn't think anything of it as we girls were usually comfortable with things like that anyway. (Just to get the ages right here I’m 52 Mack is 47 and Steve and Sandy are 26yrs old) "Can anyone join in?" I heard Steve saying from ...