The Party Gift - Ch. 6 - Sex Stories

The Party Gift - Ch. 6

... back. Fast and furious pounding came to the stall door once again, nearly rattling it off its hinges. “Open this door this instant! Disgraceful!” The woman demanded as Deanna kissed me softly. “Hold that thought,” Deanna said as she sprang up, pushed me gently to the side and opened the door to find a short, stocky woman in her late sixties with wide hips, stubby legs, short gray hair, tortoise-shell glasses, and a crucifix hanging around her neck. “Yes, can I help you?” Deanna said with a forced smile. “ How dare you say such a thing to me,” the woman said. “All I said was yes can I help you,” Deanna replied. “I don't mean that,” the woman roared. “I mean, two really horny lesbians celebrating the birth of Christ by having sex? Disgusting! I should call the police! Are you two doing drugs too?" “No! I was just eating her incredibly sweet pussy! And she was just about to eat mine until you interrupted us,” I sounded off. “Oh my dear Lord God! I'm calling the police right now,” the woman said aghast and started digging into her purse for her phone. “Well, since you’ve killed the mood anyway we might as well get out of here,” Deanna said. “Let’s go babe.” “Oh no you don’t you perverted fucking dykes,” the woman roared as she began dialing her phone. “You people are a disgrace to the human race and an abomination to the Lord!” “Spoken like a true Christian,” I said. “Hey,” Deanna snarled as she snatched the woman's phone right out of her hand. “You know, I’m in kind of a ...

... rare mood tonight and I’m also just a little bit drunk; so let’s not fuck up to the point where you happen to really piss me off, okay?” With that, Deanna tossed the woman’s phone into the toilet. “Merry Christmas,” Deanna cheered as she took me by the hand and led me out of the ladies room. “Oh God, my daughter just gave me that phone,” the woman was saying as she went after it into the stall. Deanna suddenly turned around and kicked the stall door shut and it hit the woman right square in her fat ass. She screamed! We burst into laughter and ran out. We didn’t stop running until we reached my Infiniti; both of us half naked and carrying our coats through the bitter cold of the December night. And we didn’t stop laughing until we were halfway home. Once we got home, it was already well after eleven. Deanna lit a fire in the fireplace of the great room as I plugged in our huge Christmas tree and then turned on some lovely romantic holiday music. We again built a little makeshift bed of comfy quilts, blankets and pillows on the floor in front of the fireplace before slowly and sensually stripping each other naked; and then spent what was without a doubt the most beautiful night of lovemaking either of us had ever experienced. At the stroke of midnight, I kissed Deanna in a way I’d never kissed anyone before; including her. It was a kiss so much deeper, passionate and far more intimate than can truly be imagined. It simply cannot ever possibly be described in words; nor can the ...