A Party in the Sky - Sex Stories

A Party in the Sky

The glittering city night illuminated the couple from below, turning them into sky-gods while their airship docked at the top of the tallest tower. Leonardo petted his assistant’s bare breast, stiffening her nipple beneath her silk party dress. “None of that tonight please, Mr Lain,” she said. “My lover will not approve.” “Don’t worry, Pretty-Polly . She will, eventually.” “Don’t call me that.” She removed his hand. “Sir.” Aircrew scrabbled around with ladders and cables on the roof below, while the shivering tinsel of their party-guests huddled together against blustering skyscraper winds. # Blanche wrapped her fur tighter, held her hat to her head and cursed. A skyscraper’s roof was simply not meant for people. Not people that cared about their hair, anyway. Meanwhile, above her, the pompous great blimp looked like an entire building had got so big for its boots it had uprooted itself into the sky. Blanche’s stomach twisted as Polly and Mr Lain watched them from the opulent warmth of the craft. Aloft and aloof, utterly beyond the rules of the ordinary world. Blanche sighed, what was she doing here? “Darling Drip! Life is like a lollipop! So sweet and so fleeting! You must grab every opportunity and suck it! Lick it till there’s nothing left!” That had been Polly’s response. Actually, that was pretty much her answer to everything. Except why she insisted on calling her ‘Drip’. There appeared to be no reason for that at all. It was simply unfair of Polly to make her do this. ...

... Just unfair. And the way she did it, nonchalantly, when Blanche was at her most vulnerable; splayed to her girlfriend’s burrowing mouth and all het up. Polly had whispered into her hollow as if it were a microphone straight to her heart. Blanche could refuse nothing at times like that. She quickly snuffed the mental image, for fear someone might read it from her face. A bisexual, single-sex coupling was a very modern ‘marriage’, after all, and not to everyone’s taste. She joined the trembling queue at a silk ladder, evening wear billowing like flags as they clambered up inelegantly to worship at the altar of billionaire Leonardo Lain. I’ll do an hour then bugger off, she thought, grabbing a rope and gritting her teeth. By sodding parachute if I have to. # One hour later, Polly squirmed as Blanche and Leonardo had the time of their lives together on the dance floor. Polly sipped at her drink and surreptitiously swilled it around her mouth. Gradually, the tart fizz of champagne replaced Leonardo’s thick, salt taste. How parties overexcited him. Polly hated dancing and hated watching almost as much. Did people have no pride? Even the lovely Drip, delicious in her glad-rags, looked moronic doing that damned foolish ‘Charleston’. At least they appeared to be hitting it off, though, despite Blanche being in the oddest of moods. As Darling Drip jiggled around to the music, Polly recalled how her lover had to strap her full breasts flat to fit into ‘flapper’ fashions. Otherwise, her ...