A Party in the Sky - Sex Stories

A Party in the Sky

... blame Blanche? Also, rather annoyingly, licking Polly’s sweet blossom had got Blanche shamefully slippery, below. All she could think about, now, was getting the hot tingles seen to. She took a deep breath and decided to put her hunger behind her. She would challenge her traitor. However, Polly threw back the covers and kicked Blanche out of bed. “Come on,” she said, “You’ve got to see the sky shower!” She hauled Blanche through a door into a room that almost wasn’t there. Just glass between Polly’s bare feet and the clouds below, supported by the lightest filigree of metal framework. Polly pulled a lever and hot water jetted from every corner of the structure as she squealed in delight. Blanche couldn’t believe it, stepping out into the sky and grabbing on to Polly for dear life. Water cascaded down their naked skin, dreamily illuminated by puffy clouds nestled amongst the towers below. Polly’s hands slid over Blanche’s breasts and she shuddered. Perhaps a confrontation could wait five minutes. Maybe it was guilt, but Polly was particularly attentive that morning. She sucked Blanche’s nipples for longer than usual and tickled her between the legs until Blanche was so wet and relaxed Polly had to slide two fingers inside to satisfy her. Even after they had fluffed each other dry, Polly knelt sweetly at her feet, gripped Blanche’s buttocks, and kissed and licked her clitoris. Patiently, and with delirious tenderness, she brought Blanche to another, toe-curling climax. It ...

... just seemed rather tasteless to spring her infidelities on her right there and then. Blanche watched her lover’s nuzzling and stroked her glossy black hair as the orgasm slowly ebbed. Polly swung her big dark eyes up to meet Blanche’s gaze and smiled, lightly kissing her mound and calming it. She dipped her head and ran a cleaning tongue up the long drips of arousal on Blanche’s inner thighs. “Mmm… Darling Drip…” She sucked her lip. “By the way, Leonardo wants to see us.” Blanche was too blissed-out to object. # Polly wanted to make sure Blanche was calm before they made the proposition. She had hoped for three orgasms at least, to guarantee there would be no histrionics. However, Drip was slow to rouse for some reason, so two would have to do. Two made Polly a little nervous. For them, two orgasms was often foreplay. Just enough to get them going. Two might make mountains out of molehills. She wondered if it was for this reason that Blanche was quiet while squeezing into one of Polly’s dresses, not even putting up much of a fight over her make-up. The quiet before the storm. Instinct made Polly fear the worst, when they finally got to Leon’s study. # Polly and Lain drank coffee and ate croissants, but Blanche could not bear anything. Curled up on a window seat while they sat together on a chaise, she tried to avoid their smug glances and eye-widening by staring out at the blank sky. Polly nudged Lain and he cleared his throat. His bassy voice punctured the tense silence. “So. ...