Carli
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Car trouble
Part-1-of-1
Beverly, I call her Bev had been so sweet, I thought as I drove down the dark highway. Bev was the girl of my dreams, five foot six, one hundred and thirty five pounds, long wavy ebony hair, flowing down her backless sundress. She has high cheekbones, like she has some Indian blood, bright blue eyes and full red painted cupid-bow lips. I could feel myself getting hard in my slacks just thinking about her.
I’m Aaron Markem and I’m twenty two years old, six foot one, one hundred and ninety pounds, dark-hair, brown eyes and I have a solid eight inch rock hard uncut cock. One of my earlier girlfriends claimed that I could drive nails with it. I’m a well-rounded person. I ride a motorcycle, love all kinds of music, and have an artistic side to me that very few are aware of.
Wiggling uncomfortably on the seat, I looked out the front windshield then glanced in the rearview mirror. My car was the only one on the road for miles. No one was around. Slipping my hand down into my lap, I unzipped my slacks and pulled out my hard cock. With a groan, I started stroking it as I thought about Bev. Of her ruby lips against mine, my hands on the smooth skin of her back as I held her on the dance floor. If only I'd had another hour with her, I’m sure I would have had her panties off.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang. I could feel myself losing control of the car and I swerved, trying to avoid letting the soft shoulder suck me too far into the ditch. At last the car stopped my foot heavy on the brake. For a few minutes, I just sat in the driver's seat, gasping for breath and tightly gripping the steering wheel, as I tried to compose myself. Then, as my breathing stabilized I slowly started to get out of the car.
As I shakily walked around to the front of the car, I thought to myself, “What the hell had just happened?” Then I looked down, dropped to my knees in shock. “Fuck. I blew a fucking tire and I don't even have a spare. Son-of-a...”
Slamming my hand down on the hood as I moaned, “I’m screwed. How the hell am I going to get home now?”
The only reason I'd left Bev’s so early was because I'd had to get home in time to get a good nights sleep so I’d be well rested for an interview in Dallas. The party we’d gone to was closer to her house than to the city. So even though there was a chance I could have gotten laid if I'd stayed at her house, it hadn't made sense. It was better to just go home and get up for the interview all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.
And now, this. "Son of a bitch,” I screamed at the sky. It was so late that very few cars were passing on the freeway. And I didn't even have my cell phone with me. Well, I thought, maybe I can wave someone down and they'll call a tow-truck for me. If not, maybe they’d give me a ride home, I thought. As I watched the approaching lights of the very next car, I put out my hands and started waving frantically.
”Wow,” I thought. “I don’t believe it. The first car I waved at is stopping.”
Slowly the car pulled over and stopped in front of mine. I stayed near the open driver-side door, just in case some crazy wacko got out, intent on killing me. I'd rather take my chances inside my car, than out.
But the person who got out of the other car didn't look anything like a wacko.
The first thing I saw was her heels, tall black stilettos. Then, I saw the curve of both her calves. She wasn't wearing stockings but her bare skin in the moonlight was smooth creamy beige. Next came her thighs, half hidden by a tight black skirt that was all business, no slits.
Finally, she stood up. She was tall, around five foot nine with white-blonde hair and dark painted eyes. Her hair was finely styled and flowed in waves to her shoulders and was evenly brushed to a high sheen. Her lips were dark ruby red and moist. And I could smell her expensive perfume already.
Standing up, she stood beside her car, watching me carefully. Then she called out. "Do you need help?"
I squinted at the woman in the dark, the only light that of my headlights and the red taillights from her car. "Well, do you have a phone? Maybe if you could just call a tow truck, I'll be okay."
"Sure, I can do that,” she laughed. Then, when she sat back down in her car and started fishing around in her purse, I stared at her long bare legs.
Bev was a knock out but damn, this lady was stunning, a real babe. Bev was the kind of girl that you married, but this lady was the kind you wrapped around you like a bandage and had as many ways as possible, all at once.
.
Standing up again, she waved her phone at me. "I called the best company I know of. They should be here in about forty-five minutes?"
Chewing my lip, I leaned dejectedly against my car. Forty-five minutes? That was going to be a long wait. Oh well, at least it was summer, so it wouldn't be freezing.
"You going to be okay out here?" the lady called. As I looked up at her, she moved a bit closer, leaving the safety of her own car.
"Yeah, I should be okay. Thanks for stopping, though. I really appreciate it,” I gratefully said.
"I'd give you a ride, but I really can't allow strangers in my car. Sorry,” she explained and then with a slight blush looked away. Then she looked back at me and smiled.
"I understand. I'm just glad you stopped, instead of leaving me stranded."
She nodded and then walked closer to me. As we talked, I noticed she was eyeing me up and down as she came over to me. "I'll wait with you, if you like?" she offered in a soft voice, her eyes locked on my body instead of my face.
"Uh, yeah, sure OK. Sure, yeah, that'd be great,” I almost stammered. “It’s going to be an awfully long wait if I have to sit here alone."
With a smile, she looked up at me for a couple of minutes and then she moved around to the front of my car and pulled herself up on the hood. As I watched, she slid casually back and leaned on the windshield. Again I was amazed at how really gorgeous she was.
What the hell, I thought; feeling only a tiny stab of guilt when I looked at the gorgeous stranger and my body reacted. Quickly, I hoped up onto the hood and slid over next to her.
"Were you downtown?" she asked.
"Nah, I was in Grand Prairie on a date, but..."
"You had to get back this way? Closer to Dallas for tomorrow?"
With a nod, I asked, "How about you?"
"Date," the girl answered, then she looked around and added, "Didn't pan out though."
"No?" I asked curiously. When she mentioned she'd been on a date, I was pretty sure she wouldn't be interested in me. But now it appeared that things hadn’t gone quite so perfectly for her, either.
"Nah," she sighed, shaking her head.
"Didn't get lucky either, huh?" I offered quietly.
It was hard to tell but she appeared to blush as she turned and met my eyes and answered, "Nope."
Pretending to look at the stars, I smiled contentedly as I breathed in her intoxicating aroma of her perfume. "Well, the night's still young," I added.
The enchanting stranger looked at me and with a smile purred, "Yes. It is. And so are we."
Facing the girl I said softly, "Old enough to know better.”
Boldly she put a hand against my cheek and as I watched, licked her lips and moved closer. Then finishing my thought, she added, "And young enough to do it again."
"Twice,” I came back.
The instant our lips met was electrical and a fire starter. Simultaneously we both drew closer together, pressing our bodies were against each other. Confidently I slipped her blouse off and started to caress her naked breasts, as I marveled at how perfectly they fit into my hands. At the same time, her fingers were quickly undoing the buttons on my jacket and then my shirt, leaving my chest bare. Her mouth dropped to my neck as she pushed me down on my back. I moaned as her lips moved across my chest, from nipple to nipple. My breath caught in my throat as I felt her undoing my pants and then quickly slid them down.
Anyone passing us right then would have no trouble seeing what we were doing. Would they have stopped and scolded us, or would they have just kept on driving, I chuckled to myself? At that point I really didn't care. Running my hands all over her bare back, I watched in awe as her mouth went lower and lower down my bare body. I gasped as her lips covered my head and wrapped tightly around my cock. Soon she was sucking me deep into the back of her throat and then pulling back and doing it again. As her mouth continued to move up and down my cock, her hands were busy undoing her skirt and kicking off her shoes.
Soon, she was naked and moving back up my body with her warm mouth and nimble fingertips.
She stared into my eyes, giving me that look, the one that says we're going to bed. When I returned the stare, she squinted back at me. And then she whispered into my ear, "I want you."
"Fuck, yea. I want you too," I returned, as I griped her hips. Before she had a chance to object, I was pulling her closer against my body. Then as if in a dream, I was pulling her thighs apart and forcing my rock hard cock up inside her. It happened so fast that she never had a chance to stop me. The motion was so slick and smooth, that I was buried to the hilt in her tight wet pussy before she even had a chance to gasp and moan. Regardless, she didn't object, once she felt my eight inch cock filling her like that. I was so excited that I could already feel myself ready to cum. It was taking all I could do to keep from spurting. As I forced my cock up into her hard, she squealed and raked her nails across my chest. That’s going to leave scratches on my chest, my conscience reminded me. You'll leave and they'll be my little reminder for a while. But right now, I didn't fucking care. Not about Bev, not about the tow truck that was on the way and not about the cars driving by. I was in heaven with my cock being enveloped in her warm moist womanhood, and I he wasn't going to stop enjoying myself anytime soon. The mysterious woman tenderly ran her hands over my face and then pulled on the back of my neck, encouraging me to sit up. Following her guidance, I pulled her legs wide as I sat up on the hood of my car, all the time still keeping my cock buried deep inside her.
Our mouths met again and the kiss was just as deep, passionate and as electrical as the first. I quickly turned her over onto her back. Then moving back between her legs, I mounted her and started pounding into her, furiously and cummed almost immediately. With a primal scream of both pain and pleasure, my body tensed and spurted globs and globs of my hot cum deep inside her warm moist tunnel of pleasure. Helplessly, she moaned and writhed, clawing furiously at my back.
This beauty was insane with lust. The dirty talker craved my cock. I could hear the hunger in her voice, as she moaned, “Ohmigod, don't stop, don’t stop.” Her moaning made my semi-flaccid cock throb. "Keep going. Fuck me, please,” she pled so I kept moving. As my hardening cock worked its way in and out of her sizzling pussy, I could feel her working her vaginal muscles, gripping my cock tighter and tighter, like opening and closing her hand.
"You want me?" I grunted against her neck, biting down hard. It made her claw me even more.
"Yes. Fuck yes, I want you. Now shut up and fuck me.” With a roar, I pulled out of her sopping wet pussy and turned her over face down on the hood of the car. Standing on the soft shoulder of the road, I swatted her on the naked butt three or four times. As she squirmed with pleasure and our legs blocked out some of my headlights, I spread the mystifying stranger’s thighs. Then I stroked my already hardening cock with one hand while I fingered her pussy with the other. She was aching for me so bad that her pussy was throbbing and she was moaning, groaning and thrashing her head from side to side on the hood of my car.
This was too fucking hot and completely unbelievable, I thought. Getting a grip on my cock, I aimed it at her pussy. Then, at the last minute, I changed my mind. Just to see if she would object, I used the swollen head of my cock to prod at her ass. Instead of telling me to stop, she squealed in delight. Encouraged, I pushed further. I'd never had a girl’s ass before, but what better time to find out what it felt like? What better chick?
I eagerly pushed the head of my cock against the pucker of her ass harder and felt a hard pop as the cockhead made it quickly past the tight rim of her sphincter. With a heave I pushed deeper in, quickly, groaning and gasping as her tightest hole gripped me firmly. She was so frigging hot, her body was perfection and her ass hole was so tight I felt like it was almost too much for me to handle. With a groan she reached back with her hands, spreading her butt cheeks for me, so I teased at the tight pucker around my shaft. She squealed again from pleasure.
Reaching down into her ever-so-juicy pussy, I scooped up the evidence of her desire with two fingers and then, deftly smeared it around her hole and my shaft. Now I could really start moving. Excitedly, I started pumping in and out of her tight ass, making the entire car rock with the force of my thrusts. "Do you like that? Huh?" I grunted as I continued to pump in and out. In answer to my savage thrusts, she bucked back against me. Writhing and squealing, making incredibly sexy 'oh' and 'ah' noises she was driving me crazy with lust.
Then I pulled out of her ass. Consumed with the desire to let her feel me, I had to have her pussy again. I didn’t just want to make her cum, I wanted to fuck her so hard that she cummed all over the hood of my car. Grabbing her hips, I lifted her up and turned her around. After sitting her down, I pulled her up into a sitting position. As I kissed her again, I held her by the back of her neck to hold her in the kiss while my other hand guided my still rigid member into her pussy. Breaking the kiss, I started nibbling her bottom lip, as I teased the folds of her outer lips and her engorged clit with the head of my cock. "Tell me you want it,” I snarled in her ear.
"I do, I do. God yes, I do. Fuck me, fuck me," she moaned. Her begging was making me so hot that I quickly gave in. I forced myself to move into her very slowly, at the same time I pulled away from the kiss so I could look down and see myself entering her in the glare of the headlights. She was watching too, mesmerized by my slow thrusts into her with just my cockhead, head-fucking her. Dropping multiple kisses on her lips, I teasingly pulled away before she had a chance to return them. Slowly I pushed her back, lifting her legs up until they were both sticking in the air forming a ‘V.’ Now I could really pound into her. With a leg on each shoulder, I leaned forward, palms on the hood as I screwed this fantastic blonde like there was no tomorrow. I had to finish this. I'm on a roll and I just can't stop. It's no longer in my hands. I can't stop even if I wanted to. All too soon, I felt my balls tightening up again. Fuck, I thought I'm fucking going to cum inside her again. Damn, that’s fucking great.
Finally, her breathing was coming in gasps and she was beginning to show signs of cumming herself. I opened my eyes to see her pulling almost painfully at her own nipples. Quickly, I put a hand on one of her breasts and squeezed, and she cried out contentedly.
Then she started to really moan as my cock swelled up in pre-cumming splendor inside her tight pussy, stretching her. Just as I exploded deep within her a second time, she climaxed with a huge body shacking tremor as her inner muscles clamped down, milking my balls dry in her ecstasy. Together we bucked and ground against each other, fucked and writhed, until at last we were utterly, happily satisfied and spent.
Slowly, we untangled our sweaty bodies. Gasping for air, I pulled my pants up from down around my ankles. Then I found my shirt and shook the gravel out of it. My jacket I just put over my arm, watching as the blonde got dressed again.
Once she was dressed, she sashayed over to me and with a big smile, kissed me one last time. "Here's my number, if you ever want to call," she said, handing me a card that I barely looked at. I was still too amazed at everything that had happened to think that far ahead.
"The tow truck should be here soon,” she said, “You won't have too long to wait, anymore."
I stood like a statue and watched as she went to her car and then I followed her. As I looked down through her open window, she started the car and then looked up at me. "Can I ask a question, before you leave and I never see you again?" I said.
“Oh you'll see me again," she said, licking her lips and leaning her arm on the window's edge. Then she asked, “What's on your mind?"
As she tilted her head and smiled up at me, I wasn't sure how I should ask the question. Finally I just dove right in. "Well...why did you stop for me? I mean...do you meet a lot of men this way? No one else would've stopped for me. What made you stop? Tonight?"
The mysterious girl laughed, her teeth bright and her lips moist. Finally, when she was done, she looked up at me. Then she reached out and let her fingers tugged on my fly and she smiled up at me as if I should understand.
"I don't get it," I said.
"You really don't know, do you?" she said.
Then she was laughing again, as she drove off. Stopping a few feet down the road, she leaned out the window, and then with a big smile, yelled back, "It's not everybody who flags down a car for car troubles with their cock hanging out of their pants."
Then with a loud laugh, she sped off, leaving me turning a very dark shade of burgundy.
The end…
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Usually, I loved Saturday mornings. Without the pressure of getting ready for work, grabbing coffee, racing through the showering and dressing routine, Saturday mornings were relaxed, comfortable, languid moments of easing into a day. I loved basking in the sunlight that beamed through the windows of the breakfast nook, sipping the hearty brew I prefer, and simply enjoying an interlude of peace and tranquility. Usually. This Saturday, however, it was not to be. My loving wife, Carolyn, was in a...
Wife Lovers“Did I hear that right?” Andrea asked, as she walked into the kitchen where Cary and I had been talking about the previous night’s activities. “Did you say you didn’t love me?” I shook my head. I was trapped. There was no correct answer. So I looked at the stunning blonde who eased into a chair across the table from me. Her hair was tousled. Devoid of makeup, her face still displayed the stunning features that could melt resistance with a glance of her sparkling blue eyes. She wore only a thin,...
Wife LoversCarlotta By Brian Houlihan Copyright @2000 by Brian Houlihan All Rights Reserved "So..what color today?" "What do you mean?" I was sitting across from my future mother-in-law at the apartment I shared with my girlfriend. "Your panties. What color are you wearing today?" I felt like a bomb had just hit my stomach. She was smiling and giggling. Loving the shock of knowing my secret. "Diane told me. You wear panties. That's interesting to me. ...
Carole's Twin Being a somewhat confused 16 year old high school student who had no real relationships with girls of my own age, I soon found myself overtaken with a serious case of puppy love for the woman I had recently began babysitting for a few nights a month. Her name was Carole Douglas, and she was about 35 years at the time, in the midst of a second marriage to Jack, who was a few years older than her. Jack was a Greyhound bus driver with frequent extended overnight trips up...
Carole's Twin - Part Two Note: My dear reader, I recommend that you first read "Carole's Twin" and "Carole's Twin - Part Two" to best follow and understand the progress of this story. After impulsively asking Jack what Carole drank when she was feeling romantic, he had answered by pouring me a shot of Sambuca. Already after having had two Grasshoppers, I was enjoying the liberating sensation from the alcohol, and was relishing being treated as Carole. After the shot of...
Bob’s turn: Trophy-grade kid there up the hall. Not a lay-about. When she IS laying around, there’s usually a book, either a paperback or on her iPad, involved. She helps around the house and in the yard. She keeps bringing home papers with great grades on them, often has herself somewhere with textbooks open, working over a homework assignment. It’s been three weeks now. She’s gone out a few times, a Friday, a Saturday, once on a Wednesday. We talked about curfew, she doesn’t push...
An Englishman’s property inheritance in Midwest America leads to romance between a womanizing son of a recently deceased Duke and a beautiful but feisty attorney. Both harbor an unfulfilled desire to find a mate who exceeded their expectations. In this chapter Kitty’s character-forming youth is detailed and Hayden begins thinking about her beyond her vulva. Chapter 4 Annoyed at the arrogance of Hayden, Kitty pounded seven miles of sidewalk that evening trying to get her head around him. Just...
Cary was unsettled. She worked in one of those non-descript buildings that pervasively dots industrial parks. In fact, it was an engineering firm doing designer work in plastics, PVC, and other combinations of unpronounceable chemicals. Officially, Cary was the receptionist and accounting technician. However, the company had few walk-ins, so they kept her out front so the young engineers, designers, and techs working “in the back” had something nice to look at as they entered and left the...
Cary was unsettled. She worked in one of those non-descript buildings that pervasively dots industrial parks. In fact, it was an engineering firm doing designer work in plastics, PVC, and other combinations of unpronounceable chemicals. Officially, Cary was the receptionist and accounting technician. However, the company had few walk-ins, so they kept her out front so the young engineers, designers, and techs working “in the back” had something nice to look at as they entered and left the...
Wife LoversCarly The Naughty Smoking Witch Strikes Again Carly was about to have a bite to eat in her local pub when this 31 year old business woman blew out a large cloud of smoke and laughed as her smoke drifted over to the young witch's table and onto her food. Carly was not impressed and went over to have a word. "Don't you know that smoking is bad for the baby?" Carly said as the woman, who was wearing a short black pencil skirt, high heels and a lovely white blouse, just looked at Carly...
Carlie’s turn: Kind of brave of me, I think. I’m talking about taking Bob out of the normal surroundings, his house, his comfortable relationship with neighbors, Mister Art and Mizz Bekka, Jessica’s Dad and Mom; that’s Mister Chris and Mizz Jamie. Bob’s just nice to people, even when it’s somebody he’s probably not going to have to mess with again. I find it especially telling when we go out to eat, something we do quite a bit. “I get tired of my own cooking, okay?” he told me. “Well,...
Still Carlie’s turn: First time THIS ever happened. I woke with the light leaking into a hotel room, looked over into the bed next to mine and saw a MAN there. He’s mostly asleep, I think, laying on his side facing towards me, hugging a pillow to his chest. I can be still for a bit, and I do that, just sort of studying. Hugging a pillow. I find myself just a little bit jealous of that stupid pillow. Oh well ... ease out of bed silently, pad to the bathroom, relieve pressures, wipe my...
It was ten o’clock in the morning when Spencer Shay, a tall, dark-haired, twenty-something-year old man stumbled out of bed with inspiration in his mind. Quickly he ran to the living room of his apartment and hurried into the kitchen. Grabbing all the aluminium foil as that he possibly could, the man ran into the room he had just raced through and quickly began to construct what he had imagined in his dreams.An hour later, an alarm clock rang upstairs. It was a Saturday and Carly, Spencer’s...
It was a must attend event for anyone who was lucky enough to have been selected by Exyberkraft’s board of directors. Carolyn was justifiably proud to have been named as one of only a handful of company executives chosen to attend the International Conference. This year, the conference was going to be held in Madrid, Spain. Carolyn had been with Exyberkraft for only seven years and to be selected to attend such a prestigious event, as their representative, was a dream come true. She’d never...
Carly had received the call earlier in the month. Her Spanish contact had managed to find a torture cabinet. It had been authenticated as genuine, and, though it was a bare shell, there was a written description of how it had been when last used, by the Inquisition.Carly was a collector. Especially in items that had been used for torture in years gone by. She owned several items which had been used y famous torturers through the ages. Some she had found cheap, as the seller didn’t really know...
Carly The Naughty Smoking Witch "Do you mind not doing that please?" This young woman said as Carly smoked her cigarette. Carly was not impressed but simply glared at the young woman as she took another drag. The woman was a 29 year old solicitor, slim, with long straight brown hair and she looked good for her age. She was well dressed in a business suit which matched her top and short skirt, it showed off her figure well. Her name was Sarah but Carly just looked at her and then...
Beverly, I call her Bev, had been so sweet, I thought as I drove down the dark highway. Bev was the girl of my dreams, five foot six, one hundred and thirty-five pounds, long wavy ebony hair, flowing down her backless sundress. She has high cheekbones, like she has some Indian blood, bright blue eyes and full red painted cupid-bow lips. I could feel myself getting hard in my slacks just thinking about her.I’m Aaron Markem and I’m twenty-two years old, six foot one, one hundred and ninety...
Quickie SexBeverly, I call her Bev, had been so sweet, I thought as I drove down the dark highway. Bev was the girl of my dreams, five foot six, one hundred and thirty five pounds, long wavy ebony hair, flowing down her backless sundress. She has high cheekbones, like she has some Indian blood, bright blue eyes and full red painted cupid-bow lips. I could feel myself getting hard in my slacks just thinking about her. I’m Aaron Markem and I’m twenty two years old, six foot one, one hundred and ninety...
Love StoriesBeverly - I call her Bev - had been so sweet, I thought as I drove down the dark highway. Bev was the girl of my dreams, five foot six, one hundred and thirty-five pounds, long wavy ebony hair flowing down her backless sundress. She has high cheekbones, like she has some Indian blood, bright blue eyes and full red painted cupid-bow lips. I could feel myself getting hard in my slacks just thinking about her.I’m Aaron Markem and I’m twenty-two years old, six foot one, one hundred and ninety...
OutdoorTragedy Towards the end of my junior year, the absolute worst thing ever happened. My beautiful wonderful girlfriend Jamie decided it was time we started seeing other people, and by “we” she meant “she”. I couldn’t believe it! Here I thought we were rolling happily along and then she just drops this bomb on me out of nowhere. I was stunned. This is when I discovered that I’m really not as smooth and smart and clever as I like to think I am. Jamie told me that she knew all along that I...
Nick Girls Collection - Smut Edition: Carly/MelanieBy: Azkadellio [Summary: While visiting her s!ster and mother during Spring Break at her school, Melanie, her s!ster, Carly, and Freddie get to talking about their sexual history in the 'iCarly' studio. While they talk, Freddy admits that he still has feelings for Sam, and because of her feelings for Freddie still remaining, she drags him off to Carly's room to try to get their sexual frustration out of the way. As Sam and Freddie have fun...
Carlie’s turn: Hello. I’m Carolina Angele Williams. My friends call me Carlie. Two weeks ago I was at the end of my rope. I had four dollars and some change to my name, the rest of my ‘savings’ having gone to a bus ticket. Grandma told me that buses used to be a very common form of transportation between cities, that a lot of normal people used them. I think that things have changed since she experienced inter-city bus travel. The clientele was sketchy, right down to a runaway teen with a...
"Are you serious, Sweetheart?" Paul asked Paige. "Did you say what I thought you said, Paige?" Carly inquired, knowing she had heard correctly. "Did I stutter or something? I want to see Stephen make love to you. I know you do it. You know that Paul and I do it. Now we've given them blowjobs in front of each other. Now I think it's time I get to see what it's like when my husband actually fucks his Mommy." "Are you sure you want that, Paige? And if so, why exactly DO you want...
Carly made her way to Stephen and Paige's house. Rational thinker that she was, she was able to put aside for the moment the thoughts and feelings that had been plaguing her. She actually thought it was a good idea to step-out of what had become lustful mania for a bit and to refocus on something a bit more grounded in reality, like her son's marriage. She would deal with her emotions later. For now Carly would do her best to be a problem solver for her daughter-in-law. "Hi," Paige said...
On the way to Carly's house, she and Stephen talked through the complexities of their situation. Carly was fairly certain that Paul wouldn't be freaked out by the fact that she had sex with someone else. Carly long thought Paul knew she got her needs met elsewhere now and then. But he would probably be shocked and possibly very upset that she had slept with their son. Although, Carly figured, he probably wouldn't be as upset as Paige had been. By the time they arrived at the house (the...
I had been going out with her Mum for about 6 months, when Carly, her younger sister, her Mum and me went for a short break to a caravan park on the coast. Carly was just 16 and in her final year at school. She was a very attractive girl and had had a string of boyfriends over the few months I had known her. Although I am a normally red-blooded male, I had never looked at her in 'that way' before - she was too close to my own k**s ages for that! And, in any case, her Mum was an a****l in bed,...
Carly left Linda's feeling exhilarated by their conversation and the subsequent masturbatory fling they shared. Carly hadn't done that with another woman in a long, long time and she found it to be a fabulously fun escape. And while she might have been tempted to do more than diddle herself with her friend, the busy day ahead kept her from diving in between Linda's wide open legs. And yet, while Carly had great fun with Linda, she also left still feeling a great longing for her new lover...