Hang the panties and hope for company

You give Sara a mischievous grin and grab the lace panties from her hand.

"Oh, dirty girl," she chuckles.

You shoot a mock-hurt look over your shoulder and then lean out into the hall to hang the panties from the doorknob. You pull the door almost all the way closed, leaving it open a crack for interested people to peer in on you and Sara.

Then all thought of who might show up at the door is forgotten and you return your full attention to Sara Cleft. She's larger than you in every way, but you still take her in your arms and kiss her on her glossy lips. The smell of her perfume is enough to make you wet, but her outrageous curves pressing against yours are the real attraction. Her kiss tastes like the cranberry and vodka she was drinking earlier.

Your full lips press into hers and your tongue darts into the warm sweetness of her mouth. You shrug out of your leather coat and she struggles out of her clinging blue dress. Your indecent open-cupped bra goes next, your pert, teenage d-cups barely dropping at all. Time and gravity has done its work on Sara's huge breasts and as she discards her padded bra her big tits sag on her chest. They're still perky, just nothing like yours, and her big, brown areolas and nipples are womanly next to the hard pink pebbles that you press into her soft chest.

Your both bare down below and as you fall onto the bed in a heated embrace your fingers find her moist folds and hers find your juicy lower lips.

"Yessss," she gasps into your kiss as you slide a finger inside her.

Your free hand explores her plump sexiness. You squeeze and massage her ass and dip your lips and tongue to play with one of her fat nipples. The taste of her mother's milk as it sprays across your tongue is like a nectar. You moan and swallow what little she has to offer. You move lower, kissing all the way, your tongue finding the musky slit and the hard bud of her clit.

You slide down off the bed and kneel between her creamy thighs, admiring the inviting wetness of her pink inner folds. You long to taste her and in moments your are drinking her juice straight from the source, lapping at her clit and sucking her folds into your mouth. You thrust fingers into her depths and suck on the bud of her clit. She moans and plays with a nipple, her other hand rests on your head, her fingers tangled in your hair.

"Ohhh god, right there," she encourages you and you focus on the fleshy triangle where her labia meet her swollen clit. Her juices fill your mouth and three fingers fill Sara's hungry cunny.

You are so lost in the act of pleasuring your date to the party that you scarcely notice the door opening. Sara taps your head and you turn, her juices smeared across your full lips, to see who has intruded on your sapphic scene.