Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... her Zorro costume drew many looks from passersby and the people in line as well. Deeny stood behind her, just barely keeping herself in check so as not to reach out and grab ahold of the taller woman in the black cape and boots. Lee stood behind Deeny but her eyes were searching the crowds still, looking for Tom.

Richard was now three persons back from the order taker at the stand. A noise drew his attention from the line ahead and he turned his body to have a look. Unfortunately, the fishing pole over his shoulder turned with him and knocked the hat off of the masked figure behind him.

Yvonne was momentarily startled as her costume hat was knocked from atop her head and fell back to hang dangling from chord looped under her chin. Realizing it was a simple accident but deciding to have a little fun with it, she squared off with the fisherman in front of her and drew her cape clear of her waist. She took ahold of the costume sword hilt and spoke in a low voice.

“Is that a challenge, Senor?” She queried, one eye brow rising questioningly and a smirk on her bright red colored lips.

“Oh! Excuse me!... sir…uh… ma’am?” Richard stammered as his eyes took in more of the figure before him.

At first glance, Richard would have thought the masked figure was a man, but those hips… that face, what he could see of it, and that long flaming red hair… he wasn’t so sure. Until she let out a girlish giggle.

“It’s okay.” Yvonne said with a happy and feminine lilt, even if it ...

... was slightly husky for some reason. “No harm done, but you might want to be more careful… with your pole.” She added and winked at Richard then devolved into a fit of giggles as Deeny too, busted out laughing.

Lee had only been half aware of the short confrontation and honestly hadn’t even looked twice at the tall fisherman, even after he bought the three girls a lemonade as an apology. Richard remarked that their costumes were intriguing, and hoped that they had fun this evening. He had paused for a moment, giving Lee a second look of curiosity perhaps, but shook his head and smiled at the ladies as he headed off in another direction.

“Not bad… and seemed to be a gentleman too.” Yvonne commented to Deeny as they watched Richard walk away, sipping on his own lemonade and holding the fishing pole and stringer of wooden fish over one shoulder.

“I guess, he’s okay, maybe…” Deeny agreed halfheartedly but kept glancing back at Yvonne, watching the older woman watch the departing Richard.

Deeny’s mind was playing games with her heart. Doubt creeping in and questioning her thoughts of the older woman. Had she misinterpreted Yvonne’s interest in her? The Lemonade suddenly didn’t taste so good she thought. But then, those green eyes looked back into Deeny’s eyes… and the world stilled for an instant. The smile on the older woman’s face was both playful and surprisingly questionable… perhaps she was not so sure of herself.

Thoughts were brushed away in an instant when she ...