Playing with the Devil - Sex Stories

Playing with the Devil

... expression as if she were daring me to appraise her. My body started shaking again, my prick was rising fast, pressing against my pants. If Sandy was to look at my crotch she would see my reaction to her so I turned around and pretended to look over the big room. “Hey,” I heard behind me, “don't act like you don't want to look at me.” I twisted my head and looked into a devilish smile and wickedly pretty blue eyes. “You like it?” Just as I started to answer Sandy's eyes flew open in shock. Her mouth formed an O and she paled under the make-up. As she looked past me into the store, she started to burn red then dropped to her knees. “Get down!! They're here!” Before I could react she scuttled on hands and knees toward the dressing rooms waving frantically at me “Come on, they can't see us!” Instinctively I ducked low and followed her to the little changing booth. Only when she pushed the door shut locking us in did I ask “What's the matter, who did you see?” “My mother and yours, they are out there! God if they see me like this I'll get strapped for sure!” She was trembling, visibly upset so I touched her arm to reassure her, “You'll be fine, you want me to go out there and pretend I'm looking for you and lead them away?” Sandy looked at me with a mixture of relief and angst. “No, stay here, I don't want them to ask any questions, especially why you had to go looking for me.” I sat on the narrow changing room seat and looked at our reflections in the three full length mirrors. ...

... Her clothes were piled into a corner, I noticed the red lacy bra lying on top. She looked into a mirror at my image and started to giggle, her hand covered her lips as she snickered. “What's so funny?” “Look at me, I wanted to look and feel sinful, well I certainly did that. Do you think prayer will bring me back to the fold?” I had to say something to lighten the mood “If you keep wearing red brassieres nothing will save you.” Her eyes flickered with non Biblical amusement “My underpants are red too.” She was beginning to calm down which brought my eyes and thoughts back to her and the way she looked. Sandy glanced down on me then sat on my lap, put her arms around my neck and rested her head as if it were too heavy to hold up. She'd done this many times before as we grew up but this time the short dress pulled high up her legs and the soft mound of her bra-less breast pressed on my chest. My cock reacted immediately, rising again but this time her butt was riding my lap, my growing erection pressed against her. Sandy lifted her head and leaned back to look at me. She shifted her body slightly then surprised me by asking “Is that what I think it is?” We weren't supposed to know about the sinful aspects of men and women relationships but we heard and learned enough in school to know the basics but we never talked about them. I felt my skin glowing, my face burned with embarrassment, I didn't need to answer her, she rocked her hips slightly getting another poke then stood “I ...