Simply Sara
Copyright© 2004 by Robin Pentecost
Chapter 32
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 32 - Sara Compton is a beautiful, capable woman who has problems with her sexuality. She needs a lot of sex, and a lot of variety, and she's sure there's something wrong with that. This is the story of how Sara learns to deal with her problem,and finds a new life as well.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Fa/ft Mult Consensual Romantic Incest Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Slow
On Tuesday evening, Sara dug deep in her closet for a white dress. It was semi-sheer, clinging material, fastened at the back of her neck, cut deeply on her breasts, sweeping from the front down her sides and around in back just above the cleft of her ass. It was tight around her hips, clung to her breasts and belly like wallpaper — she could see her hard nipples and the dip of her belly button. The skirt was long, but she had carefully slit it to mid-thigh on all four sides, so that when she walked, she showed a lot of her bare legs. With her deep tan, the dress made her look almost more naked than she was.
Right on time, Sara rang the downstairs bell at Ralph's building. Helen's voice answered and told her to come on up, buzzing the lock on the door. When the elevator door opened, Sara stepped out. In front of her, Helen swung the apartment door wide open. The two women gaped at each other and burst into laughter. Trying vainly to stifle her howls, Sara ran inside and Helen almost slammed the door shut behind her. Sara literally threw Ralph her carry-all.
Helen wore a dress almost identical to Sara's. It had straps, the bottom was flared pants, not a skirt, but the effect was the same.
"Oh, my God!" Helen howled. "We're twins! Look at us! Ralph, come here and see."
Ralph came forward, grinning broadly. The two women were the same height, their breasts the same size, their buttocks nearly identical, their bodies topped with equally beautiful faces. The only real difference was that Sara was tan and Helen was nearly coal black.
"Sara," Helen said, "Come here and kiss me."
The two women hugged and kissed, a kiss that quickly got deep and thorough. They rubbed their bodies together, all the while bursting into fits of laughter.
"Ralph, get the camera," Helen gasped. They posed for pictures — side by side, back to back, front and back. When they were done, Helen went to Ralph and grabbed him by the shirt front. "You sneak!" she said. "You've known all along. No wonder you put off letting me meet her."
"The first time Sara spoke to me, in The Meat Market," Ralph said, "I almost fell off the bar stool. You two are dead ringers, bar the skin color. For a long time, I really did try to keep you apart, and it wasn't hard because we weren't living together then. Finally, it got too much, and anyway, I couldn't let Sara get away without you two meeting."
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