A Party in the Sky - Sex Stories

A Party in the Sky

... pearl ropes went all wonky. Blanche was slim, but just so delightfully curved. Vital, and voluptuous, with wild, uncontainable, curls. Polly pressed her lips. Still, the girl really could have made more effort with her hair, tonight. Not that it made much difference to Leonardo it seemed, who winked lasciviously at his dance partner, only to get a rather flirtatious gloved slap in return. Polly decided to intercede, striding over to them. “Sir, the ambassador’s wife would like to dance with you, too.” Leonardo, who had been grinning like a schoolboy at Blanche, frowned at Polly. He nodded, straightened his tie and wandered off. Blanche stamped her foot and Polly raised her eyebrows. “Drip! Did you just… stamp your foot?” “Oh, bugger off.” Blanche lunged for a passing glass. “You’ve had quite enough, my dear.” Polly pulled a showy smile, then sensing a storm, left her alone. # Blanche wandered around the glitzy fishbowl of a ballroom, trying to look moodily absorbed in the skyline. Her head spun every time the ground lurched and she was reminded they were, in fact, all airborne; but also with the horrible realization of Polly’s infidelity. She distracted herself with one of the random portholes dotted in the floor. Streetlights and neon floated by serenely beneath. Ants in overcoats scurried back from work in a thin drizzle of rain. She couldn’t resist standing astride the view, while surveying the braying party crowd. “I saw you,” Blanche whispered as she gulped down her ...

... drink with the tears threatening to burst out. Polly, the svelte betrayer, worked the room. Her feline features, sharp black bob and achingly fashionable figure looked sleek as a sequinned panther in her dark party dress. She had not looked quite so stylish in Lain’s office earlier, where Blanche had finally, unwittingly, found her. Knelt by his chair, nodding at his lap. Lain’s expression still haunted her. Looking straight at Blanche over Polly’s rude head and offering a knowing, complicit smile. Even as he climaxed, in a series of barely controlled jerks into Polly’s soft humming. Even as a tear rolled down Blanche’s cheek. There! The same smile he wore now, his hand in his pocket and seeking Blanche out across the room. Lain reminded her of the handsome prince she had adored in a childhood book of fairy tales. Her stomach flip-flopped whenever he caught her eye, as if the fairy tale had suddenly popped into life. She wasn’t sure whether this undid, or doubled, the pain of losing Polly to him. Looks and power were a potent combination, though; she had to admire her lover’s taste at least. The animal in her wondered if he was larger-than-life down below, too. Polly’s ‘head’ had been in the way earlier, she couldn’t quite see. Blanche mischievously replayed the moment, swapping herself with Polly. Taking it all in. She found the obscene thoughts oddly comforting. Smirking into her glass, she guessed he would have just discovered the secreted underwear in his jacket pocket. Her ...