The Sin Twins: Dirty Dancing - Sex Stories

The Sin Twins: Dirty Dancing

Tina’s libido skyrocketed when her sister told her all about Gregory and their public, exhibitionist escapades. The horny blond’s pussy flowed like a waterfall, her skin overheating at the thoughts of the carnal delights that awaited her. Identical twins also meant identical tastes, so she was more than eager to meet this reputedly handsome, hung, dominant but not domineering stud. She played coy with Tara, not convincing her in the least, but that was part of their game. Each of the Pumphord sisters pretended to hate the situation that the other one devised. Not so secretly, they both knew they loved all of it.

Pooling their spare money together, the twins spent the majority of their day dress shopping. The Summer Solstice was a ritzy restaurant, and their usual wardrobe would be insufficient. It was the sort of establishment where tuxedo-clad musicians wandered about, linen covering the tables, and the cost of a single meal was in the three-figure range. Still wanting to look seductive, and after much debate, they settled upon a Portia and Scarlett evening dress in a shimmery, sequined cobalt blue. The bodice-style top sexily enhanced one’s cleavage, and the long, flowing slit up one side opened up lots of possibilities. Ignoring the fact that it cost over one month’s rent, Tina then separated from her sister and had her hair styled, her nails manicured, and her makeup professionally done.

It wasn’t until her ride-share dropped her off in the middle of the ritzy part ...

... of downtown that Tina realized she didn’t know Greg’s last name. Feeling foolish, but looking like a horny, sexy glamour model, Tina entered the five-star restaurant, trying not to gawk at the decor. Being more of the booze and cheeseburger sort of woman, the posh affluence of the Summer Solstice's interior took her aback.

High, vaulted ceilings, ornately carved with accenting ridges and fleur-de-lis had ambient lighting in foliage-filled alcoves, and genuine crystal chandeliers making it look like a royal ballroom. Everything about the restaurant bespoke of wealth, class, and style. Spying the bar, all dark wood and gleaming brass, Tina noted that the top shelf liquor was all brands that she would only be able to find during an internet search of “World’s most expensive whiskey.”

She scanned the patrons, looking for Gregory, which was very difficult to do, considering that she’d never personally seen him. Luckily, just as the condescending greeter was asking her if she had a reservation, Greg spied her, waved, and held up his nearly empty glass. She smiled, shooting the college-age bitch, scolding her with a withering glance.

“My beau is over there. Don’t worry; I’ll seat myself.”

Gregory was everything Tara had described and more. His shaggy hair, piercing light eyes, and ruggedly masculine body made her heart skip a few beats and her pussy turn molten. His pearly, perfect smile with a hint of mischief tore at her soul. She sauntered over to the table, putting ...