Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... she found herself in.

“Who… was that?” Rita asked incredulously in a stage whisper.

“Yeah… who was that guy?” Delores chimed in, she and Trina having rejoined Rita as Sylvia was dancing with Tom, and then the tall dark masked Zorro.

“I… I…uh… wh… what?” Sylvia babbled, still trying to figure it all out herself.

Trina smiled as Richard approached Sylvia and Rita, to reclaim his fish and fishing pole. Before he could ask for them back from Rita, however, she stepped forward and took his extended hand and turned him back to the dance floor. The music was a little faster than what had just been playing but it was still slow enough that it would not look out of the ordinary to be dancing close to one another.

Once again, Richard was surprised, but he was learning to like surprises. Especially from pretty little milkmaids in wooden shoes. She beamed up at him, and he smiled down to her as they came together to sway and turn with the beat of the music.

“How nice to…bump… into you again.” Trina said, surprising herself with her being so forward.

“Oh, I don’t mind at all, yes, it is very nice. You dance, very well by the way.” Richard said with a smile, meaning every word he said.

The two weren’t exactly dirty dancing but they were far closer together than most others on the dancefloor at the time. It was safe to say, though, that neither of them noticed anyone else watching them. They only had eyes for each other. Both shyly interested in the other and ...

... having a wonderful time.

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As the lights came back up and the music tempo picked up as well, Deeny and Richard smiled at one another and parted ways, Richard heading back off towards that little redheaded witch and her gaggle of hens. Yvonne passed Richard, coming back towards Deeny with a mischievous smile set broadly beneath her eye mask. Those green eyes were practically glowing as she looked deeply into Deeny’s eyes as she approached. Deeny felt her knees going weak.

When she came to a stop in front of Deeny, Yvonne could feel that familiar uncertainty gnawing at the back of her mind. Her hesitancy was trying to regain control of her mind and actions, while her heart desperately yearned for more. So, when Deeny reached out and took her hand in her own and nodded her head for Yvonne to follow, the older woman nearly gasped.

Deeny’s heart was beating so hard she thought it would explode from her chest at any moment. She wasn’t sure, but something, perhaps in her heart, told her to take a chance. She wanted, no, she needed to get Yvonne somewhere away from everyone else. Somewhere where she and her, the two of them, could… could… be…together.

It had been a couple of years but Deeny remembered where the tack room was. That would be perfect, not far away, but private if not too secluded. She led Yvonne, still hand in hand around the outside of the barn and across the grounds a bit to the tack room. Mentally crossing her fingers, she first knocked on the ...