Sandy Play FFM Part 2 - Sex Stories

Sandy Play FFM Part 2

... from everyone else. In my heart I’m not the goody goody little girl people think I am.”

Sandy crossed her legs, then pulled her dress up exposing very shapely slim dancers’ legs, covered with sexy sheer black stockings. Her feet were tiny and encased in her bright red Italian leather, very sexy stilettos. She looked in my eyes and said “Do you like my extravagant shoes.”

I nodded as I knelt down taking one shoe in my hand, and said “Oh Sandy, Yes. I like your sexy red shoes very much. You are a very attractive lady. Why is there no Mr Sandy?”

My face was mere inches from her pussy, and I felt a primal urge that told me her pheromones were overwhelming my natural polite and reserved manner. I was slowly moving her dress higher up her thigh, hoping for a peek at her panties.

Sandy was softly pushing my hands away, but letting me advance on my target. She smiled and stopped resistance long enough to let me see her matching hot red silky panties. She slowly moved her knees apart while her dress was up so high. The outline of her tiny pussy lips was clear on the red tight stretched material of her panties.

There was a clear dark red vertical line of wet showing her pussy slit. Sandy said “Oh there is a man of my dreams, just that its complicated. I hope to make it less complicated soon. Perhaps you can help me? Hey what’s that?”

Sandy was pointing at a big black box like a wardrobe or perhaps a pay phone box, you see in London.

I stood and took Sandy’s hand, ...

... helping her out of the chair. We both walked the 3 yards or so to the big black box. The side facing us was plain. The other 3 sides were decorated and there was a door. On the door were the words “Kissing Box”.

Sandy was laughing and said “What in gods world is a kissing box?”

I said “I have no idea why this is here, but I saw one of these when I was 16 or 17. My local Church youth group had meetings every Friday night at the church. There was one of these down stairs. They were having a fair on the weekend, and it was one of the fund raisers. Somehow a boy and a girl end up inside, and they are supposed to kiss.”

Sandy giggled and said “I bet you were very popular with that kissing box.”

I smiled and said “I was very young and most of the pretty girls were much older than me. Apparently Kissing Boxes are magic. If you kiss inside, you never tell anyone what happened.”

Sandy smiled and said “I still think you would have been popular. My 6 big brothers would not have let me anywhere near that. There was never any boys brave enough to try and date me.”

Sandy still had my hand and started pulling me towards the box. She said “C’mon let’s go inside!”

I said “Wait, its better if it’s dark.”

She turned the light off and took my hand leading me into the box. Holding hands, our bodies touched many times as we went into the kissing box. It was very cramped inside, making us turn facing each other. Sandy started squeezing both my biceps. I put my arms around her ...