Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... spoke in an affected deep voice to distract Sylvia.

“Would you mind… if I cut in?” Yvonne asked quietly, but loud enough for Sylvia to hear.

Tom was as startled as Sylvia was for a moment, but seeing Lee’s face and her nodding just a couple of paces away, he grinned.

“N… No… I don’t mind.” Tom stammered a little feigning confusion… it wasn’t much of a stretch.

In a blink of an eye, Yvonne was wrapping an arm around Sylvia’s slender waist and twirling her away from Tom. Deeny smirking mischievously stepped up to Tom and offered her hand which he took and they too began to dance. Deeny looked over at Lee and grinned and winked.

At first, she was relieved that Tom was no longer arm in arm and body to body with that bitch Sylvia. Then the smirking face of her older sister, undeniably teasing her, was now dancing with her Tom. Lee could feel Richard’s body vibrate as he chuckled at what had just unfolded. Lee looked up at him with a pained expression, but she too grinned a bit seeing his good-natured humor in his eyes as he smiled down at her.

Richard winked at her and leaned down to whisper in her ear. Lee snapped her head back and looked up into his soft brown eyes. She paused, realizing that he really did have a kind face and… well… beautiful soft brown eyes. She smiled and nodded at his suggestion and mouthed a silent thank you. Richard then led them dancing closer to Tom and Deeny.

In an almost repeat of what Yvonne had done with Sylvia, Richard slipped ...

... his right hand into Deeny’s left hand as he asked to cut in. Tom looked up slightly into the taller man’s face and smiled, catching on quickly. Deeny too, smiled and let go of Tom and danced away with Richard, winking at Lee as they passed her standing still on the dance floor an arm’s length away from Tom. The two looking lovingly into one another’s eyes, once more.

Tom held out his hand, and then the two were together again, cheek to cheek. This time, they both thought to themselves, no one is cutting in. The music played on softly, the bodies swayed and rocked together across the dance floor. It wasn’t until the music faded again and the lights started coming up that Yvonne stopped near the edge of the dance floor.

The stiff little redhead was glaring daggers towards Lee and Tom. However, when Yvonne surreptitiously reached down and squeezed one of the thin witch’s ass cheeks, her focus returned entirely to her dance partner. Sylvia’s mouth was agape, as she tried to decide whether to say something, to be outraged, or… with the brighter lights coming up, Sylvia could have sworn that Zorro was not a man, but rather a woman. But how was that possible?... Her mouth still agape and her eyebrows knitted, she tilted her head one way then another as she tried to make sense out of it all. She watched at Zorro walked off to rejoin Lee and Tom and Richard and that other Gypsy girl. The tug on her sleeve and the voice in her ear did little to snap her out of the puzzled state ...