A Party in the Sky - Sex Stories

A Party in the Sky

... underwear. She downed another drink and offered her glass for a passing re-fill, enjoying the vulnerable feeling of the silk on her bare buttocks. Their glance lengthened. Was he remembering their dance? How close they’d moved, her hips to his front. He discretely nodded to a doorway and continued his conversation. He wanted to get her alone. This could be a sweet revenge indeed! Shutting out the party noise behind her, Blanche found herself in a private lounge. A cosy, dimly lit space with two armchairs set beside a low, glass-topped table-cum-porthole. The passing world scrolled, be-jewelled beneath it. She helped herself to a slug of champagne, straight from the bottle, and wondered where the giddy sway was coming from. She pictured herself laid across the view, her face pressed to the glass while her Fairy Prince plundered her depths. The door opened and closed behind her. Coolly, she didn’t turn but smiled at the sight of her knickers landing on the glass in front of her. She closed her eyes, put her hands on the table and tipped up her hips. She hoped this was a seductive, slinky move but a sudden stinging slap to her bottom made her yelp. She spun round. Polly. They both drew dagger-fingers. Then the whole room tipped up and the floor smacked her in the face. # The next morning, guests all gone and the airship floating idly around the city sky, Polly let herself into the guest suite. She shook her head and smiled at Darling Drip’s sweetly snoring head on the round ...

... white cloud of a bed. Her girlfriend was in exactly the same position they had left her, after Leonardo had carried her to bed. Drip could never hold her drink, but the underwear thing! That was tipsier than she’d ever been. Polly pulled open the curtains around the all-but-glass room. Low white clouds of mist revealed just the tips of the tallest towers, reflecting far too much light. This was going to hurt. “Darling.” She kissed Blanche’s cheek and wriggled out of her dress. “Drip, Sweetie, it’s morning!” Blanche opened her eyes and frowned at the barrage of daylight. “Son of a bitch!” she growled and screwed her eyes shut. Polly kissed her again, stroking back her hair. “I’ve brought you breakfast!” Blanche buried her head under a pillow. “No!” she said, “I won’t do it!” but Polly was already out of her underwear and standing naked on the bed. She tore the pillow away. “You bloody will, you cheeky cow!” she barked and crouched down onto her lover’s fat, sulking lips. # Blanche wanted to blub. After some fairly non-committal dabs of her tongue, she finally suckered her mouth to Polly’s greedy spot. The woman shuddered into orgasm above her, gripping Blanche’s head to her bits and rubbing them hard against her mouth. Blanche lurched between wanting to please her lover, and needing to tear her hair out for her unfaithfulness. A mood even more confused as Polly plucked “thank you” kisses all over Blanche’s face. How could Polly be so callous? So two-faced? How could she actually ...