Two friends find themselves in bed together when plans change and their paths cross unintentionally
Accidentally In Bed
Carrie glared at the text message on her phone in frustration.
“Stuck at work. Have to cancel dinner”
“Mother fucker.” She tossed the phone aside.
She was expecting a night out, complete with dinner and sex. Now she was looking at a night in... by herself. Fresh out of the shower with her hair and makeup perfect, wearing her “I’m going to be seen naked” panties she flopped onto the couch next to her phone. She was pissed off and turned on - and that was not a good combination. It had been weeks since she had seen Nick. And when they had seen each other, he’d been distant and cold.
“Looks like whiskey and Netflix tonight.” She said to the empty house. “Why is it so hard to just get laid?” She stopped talking to herself and shot up from the couch when she heard the sliding door open in her kitchen and got up from the couch to investigate. Maybe Nick was just playing with her? She stopped in her tracks when, to her complete surprise, it was Tom. Despite looking tired and worn out - she couldn't help but see his broad shoulders and admire him from the back. He was, in fact, a very desirable man… and Standing before him in nothing but her "going out" panties and a fuzzy bathrobe made her think inappropriate thoughts as she watched him rummage through his bag on her kitchen table.
"Hi." She said startling him.
"Shit!" He said. "I didn't think you were home, Carrie." He turned to acknowledge her and pulled a double-take when he saw he clothes… or lack thereof. He quickly turned away.
"I see... so this is just your standard, run of the mill, home invasion thing? You know I don't have anything good to steal."
"You have a shower." He said. "And I'm tired, cranky, stressed out, and in an overall shitty mood. But if you have plans, I will go elsewhere.” He started stuffing his clothes back into his bag.
"You think my shower is somehow magical and will fix these things? Because I can assure you - it does not... if it did, I wouldn't have this always-present knot in my shoulder."
"I'm sorry." He said, suddenly deflating. "I just got back from a rather stressful job. There is no water pressure at my place... and I went to the gym, but it’s full of college kids. I just want to wash off the bullshit before I kill something." He looked at her as her robe fell open and the bare skin showing where it separated slightly made his pulse quicken. He forced himself to focus and look her in the eye. "I thought you were supposed to be at that conference thing you were doing, so I was going to use your shower.” He smirked. “I was going to text and let you know. I promise.”
"THAT!" she said, pointing at him, "makes much more sense than you turning to a life of petty crime." She smiled and turned to the open room behind her and the staircase therein. "The conference was canceled so I'm home for the weekend. Shower is up the stairs, only door on the left at the landing."
Her robe fell slightly more open and she knew her breast was partially exposed to him... but she did nothing to correct the wardrobe malfunction. She liked that he was looking at her. She wanted him to look at her. She had, on occasion, thought about him in a somewhat sexual way. Nothing too explicit, just the occasional wanderings of her mind when she saw him in the gym or the range, thinking about what he would look like naked and underneath her. She had always found him attractive… and the mood she was in at the moment made her feel like testing those waters.
"Thank you." He said, hefting his bag back on his shoulder and walking towards her. His eyes drifted down her body as he passed. A fuzzy, blue robe open to expose her soft skin from her neck all the way down to her black panties. His pulse raced again when he realized he was staring and his eyes shot back to meet her's... she had seen him looking at her and she smirked when she knew that he knew. "I'll, just uh..."
“How about I make us some drinks first? Help you unwind and all that."
"I don't know." He said. "A drink and I might fall asleep."
"Who are you and what have you done with the Tom we all know and love?"
"Did I mention I've been awake for like 3 days straight?"
"You did not."
"Well, I am pushing 3 days without sleep, minimal food, and I think I have a pulled... something... in my right leg."
“Come on,” she said opening the liquor cabinet. “I have the good stuff for a change.”
“Fine. One drink, then a shower.”
“Can do.” She said, grabbing two glasses and filling them with a healthy portion of amber colored bourbon. She followed Tom to the couch and sat next to him, handing him the glass.
“Thanks.” He said, raising the glass and downing it in one go.
“Dude.” She said. “That’s not what ‘having a drink’ is. And, like I said, this is the good stuff. You don’t just throw it back like well-drinks at the bar.” She sighed. “Don’t you have any fucking class?” She laughed.
“Fine,” he said holding up the glass. “Then make it two.” He smiled, feeling his mood improve as she retreated to the kitchen and poured a second round. “Thanks.” he said taking the glass from her. Her robe was still untied and hanging loosely from her body and he could not look away.
“You’re welcome.” Carrie responded watching his eyes trace over her body as she stood in front of the couch. Then she turned and feigned embarrassment as she closed her robe. “Sorry.”
“For what?” Tom said with a slight grin.
“Well, okay… I’m not actually sorry.” She said as she tipped back the glass and drained it. “Did you get a good look?” She sat on the couch.
“I may have gotten a glimpse of something.” he said, finishing his 2nd glass.
“A glimpse, eh?”
“Yeah. Just a glimpse.” His face glowed red with the heat of embarrassment and liquor.
“Would you like more than a glimpse?” She asked leaning back on the couch, placing one leg up on to her coffee table. The robe fell open and she looked at him with what could only be described as hunger.
“How about that shower first? Then we can revisit this…” He paused. “If you want to, that is.”
“It’s upstairs.” she said with a smile. “And, yes. I think we should revisit this.”
"Thank you." He glanced once more at her body and then smiled and headed towards the stairs. His shitty mood was already gone and he hadn’t even seen the shower yet.
Carrie sat back on the couch and watched him disappear up the stairs. In a few seconds she heard the sound of water running through the pipes in the wall and her mind drifted to the thought of Tom, in her bathroom, stripping off his clothes. She pictured him in his pants, shirtless, waiting for the water to heat up and then of him pulling those pants down revealing the tight shorts she knew he and the other guys on the teams wore underneath. Her breathing became slightly shallow as she ran one hand down her stomach and she began gently massaging her clit through her silky panties. The feel of them under the pressure of her fingers felt good against her as she slowly massaged, thinking of his naked body upstairs in her shower. She pictured him on his back with her atop him. She pictured the stern man that he was, and wondered if he liked to be in charge in the bedroom? Or if he liked it the other way around. Her fingers moved in slow circles and her eyes closed as she leaned back and spread her legs wider.
In the bathroom Tom found Carrie’s bra - the one she was apparently going to wear this evening - hanging on the towel rack. He looked at it felt the bulge in his pants. He couldn’t get the thought of her out of his mind He stripped out of his pants, tossed the side and got In the shower. He’d not seen this side of her before, but he was liking it - probably more than he should. He was already sporting an erection at the thought of seeing her again... the thought of seeing her and maybe touching her. Licking her. He found himself slowly stroking his cock as images of she filled his mind. The thought of her riding him... or the thought of her looking up at him as she played with the head of his cock with her tongue... He shook his head violently to break the spell let the water rinse of the soap and fatigue. He also knew he needed to stop stroking himself - which wasn't easy to do now that he'd started. He turned the water off, and dried off. His erection making the process awkward to say the least.
Downstairs, Carrie was wet at the thought of what she imagined could happen and she forced herself to stop short of an orgasm... that would have to wait. When she heard the water turn off she stood up from the couch, her body warm with the blood now racing through her veins. She ached to have him inside her.
"Fuck it. I'm doing this." It was time to make her move.
She regained her composure and completely untied her robe as she walked up the stairs. She stood, nervously excited, on the landing outside the door when she heard the latch of the door and it opened. She stood there staring at him who was wearing a new, clean pair of pants, shirtless and still slightly damp from the hot shower.
"Oh..." he said, seeing her. "I... hi." He could feel his cock pressing on his pants and knew it was visible to Carrie. He smiled.
"Hi." She said. "You said your leg hurts. I thought I’d offer to rub it… if you wanted me to that is.”
"I think I..." he looked at her open robe, admiring her body. "That would be very nice I think. Where would you like to..."
"In here." She said, taking his hand and leading him into the bedroom. "Get on the bed." He climbed on the bed, placing his head on one of the pillows. "Your right leg?"
"Yeah." He said as he watched her climb on the bed. "My thigh, just above the knee."
"Just relax." Carrie said as straddled his hips, facing his feet so that he could only see the back of her head and her fuzzy blue robe. "I'll see what I can do."
She began kneading his right thigh with her hands, running them down his leg and then back up, coming dangerously close to his balls. As she did, she gently rocked back and forth, feeling him get harder as she did. Her clit rubbed on the buttons of his pants, being forced up into her through the firmness of his erection while she continued to rub his thigh... then she repeated it on the left thigh - just to be thorough.
She could feel how wet she'd become from simply, slowly thrusting herself back and forth along his erection through her panties until she could no longer take it. She climbed off of him, stood and undid his belt. She pulled his pants down and threw them on the floor leaving him in his tight shorts which left nothing to the imagination. His erection was almost pulsing with the amount of blood rushing through his body with every beat of his heart.
Carrie liked what she saw on her bed. A strong, half naked man with eyes hungry for her. This is what she’d been wanting tonight. This is what she’d hoped for with Nick… his loss. She took her robe off and tossed it on to the floor as well and slowly licked his erection through his shorts as she climbed up him and remounted his hips. She continued rubbing back and forth.. slowly and deliberately as she took her hands and began to run them down his arms and chest. She raked her nails down his chest and watched him gasp in ecstasy. He looked at her and smiled wolfishly. He was hungry for her and she liked that feeling.
He reached up and cupped her small breasts in his hands and squeezed them gently. She smiled, reached down, and squeezed his nipples hard. He lifted his hips into the air and gasped. When she let go she rose off of him onto her knees and smiled. He ran the tips of his fingers along the edge of her panties and gently probed into her. He felt her wetness and smiled. His cock throbbed under her.
"You like that?" She asked.
"Yes." He said in a hungry whisper.
She pulled his hand away, and then took her own fingers and reached down. She stuck her ring finger and middle finger between her legs, pushing them in as far as they would go and gently massaged herself for a few seconds, never taking her eyes off of him... who, was watching her hands play deep between her thighs. She pulled her fingers free, covered in her own juices, and gently brushed them across his lips. He closed his eyes, and gently licked her fingers, sighing in ecstasy as he did.
"There's more where that came from."
"Promise?"
She got off of the bed, turned away from him and bent over, removing her panties and showing him her ass. She stayed in that position and let him look... she liked the way he looked at her. He could see the desire in his eyes and it was intense. She ran her hand between her legs, along the crease of her cunt, rubbing it a few times to get his attention. Then she stood, smiled over her shoulder. She grabbed her panties from the floor, walked over to him and smiled.
"I promise." she said as she gently dragged her wet panties down his face, pressing them firmly against his lips. His lips parted and she pushed the silky material into his mouth - they were soaked and he felt his erection throb once again and he gasped slightly. She left her panties in Tom’s mouth, then she pulled off his shorts and tossed them aside.
She climbed back on the bed and sat down along the shaft of Tom’s cock. She thrust her hips, rubbing back and forth along his shaft letting her wetness work its way onto him. She wasn't ready to have him in her yet.. she wanted to tease him - She wanted him aching to cum.
She took her hand, reached behind her and began massaging his balls. Slow and gentle at first, then she applied more pressure as she rubbed them, slipping her fingers farther and farther down the his balls until she was rubbing the area below them... his breathing became much more labored as he spread his legs further apart, letting her rub him. As she continued to rub, she used her other hand to rake her nails down his chest and stomach, leaving long red lines on his chest. He wasn't sure how much more he could take... and then she stopped and smiled at him.
"What?" He asked.
"Nothing." She smiled. "I just want to have you cum."
"Keep this up, and you won't have to wait much longer."
"Then I guess we'll have to change tactics." She stood once again, and walked around the bed. From her bedside drawer she retrieved 2 slim, red vibrators. She tossed them casually on the bed. She watched him as he raised an eyebrow.
"What? You thought I was a prude?" She smiled.
"I've known you long enough to hope not." He said
She directed him to move slightly on the bed, angling himself from corner to corner with head near the nightstand. Carrie climbed up onto the bed by climbing over Tom’s head. He reached up and licked her breasts and stomach as they crossed over his face. After a few moments of positioning, she stopped with her legs bent so that her clit was in his mouth, and her chest was skin to skin along his stomach. She reached out with both hands and began stroking his cock, licking and playing with it while she felt the warmth of his tongue enter her. She gasped slightly as he did.
His arms were above his head and he reached up to her hips with his hands, now holding her soaked panties in his hand, and forcefully pulled her cunt back against his mouth, forcing his tongue deeper into her. He licked at the warm wet juices that flowed out of her and onto his face. He licked, and probed with his tongue. He moved it in and around her, making a slow circle of her clit, labia, and perineum, gently probing her second hole with his finger. She gasped slightly and shimmied her hips slightly to force his finger deeper into her.
As he licked her and put his fingers into her, she continued to play with his cock. She licked the head of it, then ran her mouth over it and took it into her as far as she could. He gasped and almost came, but she withdrew and smiled. She rubbed her saliva into the skin with her hands, working it up and down the shaft of his cock. From her lower half, the feelings were becoming too intense. She was close... and she KNEW he was too. She pushed up from his crotch, pressing her wetness hard onto his face and waited for a moment while he drank in her presence with his mouth and she shuddered to her first climax with a groan of ecstasy. She gushed on Tom, her body trembling slightly with the force of the first orgasm. She felt his cock stiffen in her hand slightly. She had his attention now.
She climbed off of Tom’s face and looked at him. He was red faced, his cock was hard, and he looked at her again with those hungry eyes. He licked the juices off his lips and looked at her. That alone almost set her off again. She wanted more. She grabbed his hand and poured some of the small bottle of lube onto his fingers, rubbed them as though they were his cock... and then directed his fingers between her thighs, gently easing his fingers into her as she rocked onto them, driving them in deeper with each thrust. She then grabbed her vibrator, turned it on and placed it on her clit. His other hand stroked his cock slowly and she watched her ride his fingers. She increased the pressure from the vibrator on her clit while he gently massaged her from the inside until she came again and shuddered with a string of words somewhere between something you'd hear in a church or something you'd hear in a bar on base. She sat there for a moment, gently thrusting on Tom’s fingers, enjoying the wave of pleasure that raced from her chest to her feet.
Panting, she looked at his cock, smiled, and took it into her mouth as she rolled off of his fingers. She stroked it with her hands, as her mouth and tongue teased him. She pulled back, tossed one leg over him and sat his chest, rubbing herself against his tight muscles. Tom felt her drip and run on his skin as she moved her hips and thighs back and forth on his chest while ran her nails up and down his body, leaving small red lines of pleasure and pain in their wake. Her hands found his face and she grabbed him, holding his gaze as she backed slowly down his torso and impaled herself, FINALLY, on his cock. He moaned as she rose and fell on him. Slowly she rose up and then force herself down on him, moving her hips around when she hit bottom. Thrust after thrust she ground herself onto his cock, sweat making her skin shine as she arched her back and moaned in ecstasy.
Tom’s voice joined her as he felt the orgasm wash over him. His hips thrust into the air as Carrie pushed back against him and he felt the wetness pouring out of her. Tom’s orgasm was so intense, he almost blacked out. His chest heaved as he recovered. She stayed atop him, smiling devilishly as she watched him. Her hips continued to circle as she worked the last drops out of him. Carrie still hadn't been able to catch her breath from her second orgasm and now she was quivering from the impact of the third, and most intense, orgasm she’d had in months.
She collapsed backwards onto him. Her body lying on his for several long seconds before rolling off of him, and turning around to be next to him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. They were both covered in sweat and cum.
"Fuck." she said in a short time later.
"What?" he asked, rolling sideways to face her.
"Now I have to do laundry..."
"How about we shower, eat pizza, and get another drink… and maybe try again later?"
"I think that sounds like a fantastic idea."
“Stuck at work. Have to cancel dinner”
“Mother fucker.” She tossed the phone aside.
She was expecting a night out, complete with dinner and sex. Now she was looking at a night in... by herself. Fresh out of the shower with her hair and makeup perfect, wearing her “I’m going to be seen naked” panties she flopped onto the couch next to her phone. She was pissed off and turned on - and that was not a good combination. It had been weeks since she had seen Nick. And when they had seen each other, he’d been distant and cold.
“Looks like whiskey and Netflix tonight.” She said to the empty house. “Why is it so hard to just get laid?” She stopped talking to herself and shot up from the couch when she heard the sliding door open in her kitchen and got up from the couch to investigate. Maybe Nick was just playing with her? She stopped in her tracks when, to her complete surprise, it was Tom. Despite looking tired and worn out - she couldn't help but see his broad shoulders and admire him from the back. He was, in fact, a very desirable man… and Standing before him in nothing but her "going out" panties and a fuzzy bathrobe made her think inappropriate thoughts as she watched him rummage through his bag on her kitchen table.
"Hi." She said startling him.
"Shit!" He said. "I didn't think you were home, Carrie." He turned to acknowledge her and pulled a double-take when he saw he clothes… or lack thereof. He quickly turned away.
"I see... so this is just your standard, run of the mill, home invasion thing? You know I don't have anything good to steal."
"You have a shower." He said. "And I'm tired, cranky, stressed out, and in an overall shitty mood. But if you have plans, I will go elsewhere.” He started stuffing his clothes back into his bag.
"You think my shower is somehow magical and will fix these things? Because I can assure you - it does not... if it did, I wouldn't have this always-present knot in my shoulder."
"I'm sorry." He said, suddenly deflating. "I just got back from a rather stressful job. There is no water pressure at my place... and I went to the gym, but it’s full of college kids. I just want to wash off the bullshit before I kill something." He looked at her as her robe fell open and the bare skin showing where it separated slightly made his pulse quicken. He forced himself to focus and look her in the eye. "I thought you were supposed to be at that conference thing you were doing, so I was going to use your shower.” He smirked. “I was going to text and let you know. I promise.”
"THAT!" she said, pointing at him, "makes much more sense than you turning to a life of petty crime." She smiled and turned to the open room behind her and the staircase therein. "The conference was canceled so I'm home for the weekend. Shower is up the stairs, only door on the left at the landing."
Her robe fell slightly more open and she knew her breast was partially exposed to him... but she did nothing to correct the wardrobe malfunction. She liked that he was looking at her. She wanted him to look at her. She had, on occasion, thought about him in a somewhat sexual way. Nothing too explicit, just the occasional wanderings of her mind when she saw him in the gym or the range, thinking about what he would look like naked and underneath her. She had always found him attractive… and the mood she was in at the moment made her feel like testing those waters.
"Thank you." He said, hefting his bag back on his shoulder and walking towards her. His eyes drifted down her body as he passed. A fuzzy, blue robe open to expose her soft skin from her neck all the way down to her black panties. His pulse raced again when he realized he was staring and his eyes shot back to meet her's... she had seen him looking at her and she smirked when she knew that he knew. "I'll, just uh..."
“How about I make us some drinks first? Help you unwind and all that."
"I don't know." He said. "A drink and I might fall asleep."
"Who are you and what have you done with the Tom we all know and love?"
"Did I mention I've been awake for like 3 days straight?"
"You did not."
"Well, I am pushing 3 days without sleep, minimal food, and I think I have a pulled... something... in my right leg."
“Come on,” she said opening the liquor cabinet. “I have the good stuff for a change.”
“Fine. One drink, then a shower.”
“Can do.” She said, grabbing two glasses and filling them with a healthy portion of amber colored bourbon. She followed Tom to the couch and sat next to him, handing him the glass.
“Thanks.” He said, raising the glass and downing it in one go.
“Dude.” She said. “That’s not what ‘having a drink’ is. And, like I said, this is the good stuff. You don’t just throw it back like well-drinks at the bar.” She sighed. “Don’t you have any fucking class?” She laughed.
“Fine,” he said holding up the glass. “Then make it two.” He smiled, feeling his mood improve as she retreated to the kitchen and poured a second round. “Thanks.” he said taking the glass from her. Her robe was still untied and hanging loosely from her body and he could not look away.
“You’re welcome.” Carrie responded watching his eyes trace over her body as she stood in front of the couch. Then she turned and feigned embarrassment as she closed her robe. “Sorry.”
“For what?” Tom said with a slight grin.
“Well, okay… I’m not actually sorry.” She said as she tipped back the glass and drained it. “Did you get a good look?” She sat on the couch.
“I may have gotten a glimpse of something.” he said, finishing his 2nd glass.
“A glimpse, eh?”
“Yeah. Just a glimpse.” His face glowed red with the heat of embarrassment and liquor.
“Would you like more than a glimpse?” She asked leaning back on the couch, placing one leg up on to her coffee table. The robe fell open and she looked at him with what could only be described as hunger.
“How about that shower first? Then we can revisit this…” He paused. “If you want to, that is.”
“It’s upstairs.” she said with a smile. “And, yes. I think we should revisit this.”
"Thank you." He glanced once more at her body and then smiled and headed towards the stairs. His shitty mood was already gone and he hadn’t even seen the shower yet.
Carrie sat back on the couch and watched him disappear up the stairs. In a few seconds she heard the sound of water running through the pipes in the wall and her mind drifted to the thought of Tom, in her bathroom, stripping off his clothes. She pictured him in his pants, shirtless, waiting for the water to heat up and then of him pulling those pants down revealing the tight shorts she knew he and the other guys on the teams wore underneath. Her breathing became slightly shallow as she ran one hand down her stomach and she began gently massaging her clit through her silky panties. The feel of them under the pressure of her fingers felt good against her as she slowly massaged, thinking of his naked body upstairs in her shower. She pictured him on his back with her atop him. She pictured the stern man that he was, and wondered if he liked to be in charge in the bedroom? Or if he liked it the other way around. Her fingers moved in slow circles and her eyes closed as she leaned back and spread her legs wider.
In the bathroom Tom found Carrie’s bra - the one she was apparently going to wear this evening - hanging on the towel rack. He looked at it felt the bulge in his pants. He couldn’t get the thought of her out of his mind He stripped out of his pants, tossed the side and got In the shower. He’d not seen this side of her before, but he was liking it - probably more than he should. He was already sporting an erection at the thought of seeing her again... the thought of seeing her and maybe touching her. Licking her. He found himself slowly stroking his cock as images of she filled his mind. The thought of her riding him... or the thought of her looking up at him as she played with the head of his cock with her tongue... He shook his head violently to break the spell let the water rinse of the soap and fatigue. He also knew he needed to stop stroking himself - which wasn't easy to do now that he'd started. He turned the water off, and dried off. His erection making the process awkward to say the least.
Downstairs, Carrie was wet at the thought of what she imagined could happen and she forced herself to stop short of an orgasm... that would have to wait. When she heard the water turn off she stood up from the couch, her body warm with the blood now racing through her veins. She ached to have him inside her.
"Fuck it. I'm doing this." It was time to make her move.
She regained her composure and completely untied her robe as she walked up the stairs. She stood, nervously excited, on the landing outside the door when she heard the latch of the door and it opened. She stood there staring at him who was wearing a new, clean pair of pants, shirtless and still slightly damp from the hot shower.
"Oh..." he said, seeing her. "I... hi." He could feel his cock pressing on his pants and knew it was visible to Carrie. He smiled.
"Hi." She said. "You said your leg hurts. I thought I’d offer to rub it… if you wanted me to that is.”
"I think I..." he looked at her open robe, admiring her body. "That would be very nice I think. Where would you like to..."
"In here." She said, taking his hand and leading him into the bedroom. "Get on the bed." He climbed on the bed, placing his head on one of the pillows. "Your right leg?"
"Yeah." He said as he watched her climb on the bed. "My thigh, just above the knee."
"Just relax." Carrie said as straddled his hips, facing his feet so that he could only see the back of her head and her fuzzy blue robe. "I'll see what I can do."
She began kneading his right thigh with her hands, running them down his leg and then back up, coming dangerously close to his balls. As she did, she gently rocked back and forth, feeling him get harder as she did. Her clit rubbed on the buttons of his pants, being forced up into her through the firmness of his erection while she continued to rub his thigh... then she repeated it on the left thigh - just to be thorough.
She could feel how wet she'd become from simply, slowly thrusting herself back and forth along his erection through her panties until she could no longer take it. She climbed off of him, stood and undid his belt. She pulled his pants down and threw them on the floor leaving him in his tight shorts which left nothing to the imagination. His erection was almost pulsing with the amount of blood rushing through his body with every beat of his heart.
Carrie liked what she saw on her bed. A strong, half naked man with eyes hungry for her. This is what she’d been wanting tonight. This is what she’d hoped for with Nick… his loss. She took her robe off and tossed it on to the floor as well and slowly licked his erection through his shorts as she climbed up him and remounted his hips. She continued rubbing back and forth.. slowly and deliberately as she took her hands and began to run them down his arms and chest. She raked her nails down his chest and watched him gasp in ecstasy. He looked at her and smiled wolfishly. He was hungry for her and she liked that feeling.
He reached up and cupped her small breasts in his hands and squeezed them gently. She smiled, reached down, and squeezed his nipples hard. He lifted his hips into the air and gasped. When she let go she rose off of him onto her knees and smiled. He ran the tips of his fingers along the edge of her panties and gently probed into her. He felt her wetness and smiled. His cock throbbed under her.
"You like that?" She asked.
"Yes." He said in a hungry whisper.
She pulled his hand away, and then took her own fingers and reached down. She stuck her ring finger and middle finger between her legs, pushing them in as far as they would go and gently massaged herself for a few seconds, never taking her eyes off of him... who, was watching her hands play deep between her thighs. She pulled her fingers free, covered in her own juices, and gently brushed them across his lips. He closed his eyes, and gently licked her fingers, sighing in ecstasy as he did.
"There's more where that came from."
"Promise?"
She got off of the bed, turned away from him and bent over, removing her panties and showing him her ass. She stayed in that position and let him look... she liked the way he looked at her. He could see the desire in his eyes and it was intense. She ran her hand between her legs, along the crease of her cunt, rubbing it a few times to get his attention. Then she stood, smiled over her shoulder. She grabbed her panties from the floor, walked over to him and smiled.
"I promise." she said as she gently dragged her wet panties down his face, pressing them firmly against his lips. His lips parted and she pushed the silky material into his mouth - they were soaked and he felt his erection throb once again and he gasped slightly. She left her panties in Tom’s mouth, then she pulled off his shorts and tossed them aside.
She climbed back on the bed and sat down along the shaft of Tom’s cock. She thrust her hips, rubbing back and forth along his shaft letting her wetness work its way onto him. She wasn't ready to have him in her yet.. she wanted to tease him - She wanted him aching to cum.
She took her hand, reached behind her and began massaging his balls. Slow and gentle at first, then she applied more pressure as she rubbed them, slipping her fingers farther and farther down the his balls until she was rubbing the area below them... his breathing became much more labored as he spread his legs further apart, letting her rub him. As she continued to rub, she used her other hand to rake her nails down his chest and stomach, leaving long red lines on his chest. He wasn't sure how much more he could take... and then she stopped and smiled at him.
"What?" He asked.
"Nothing." She smiled. "I just want to have you cum."
"Keep this up, and you won't have to wait much longer."
"Then I guess we'll have to change tactics." She stood once again, and walked around the bed. From her bedside drawer she retrieved 2 slim, red vibrators. She tossed them casually on the bed. She watched him as he raised an eyebrow.
"What? You thought I was a prude?" She smiled.
"I've known you long enough to hope not." He said
She directed him to move slightly on the bed, angling himself from corner to corner with head near the nightstand. Carrie climbed up onto the bed by climbing over Tom’s head. He reached up and licked her breasts and stomach as they crossed over his face. After a few moments of positioning, she stopped with her legs bent so that her clit was in his mouth, and her chest was skin to skin along his stomach. She reached out with both hands and began stroking his cock, licking and playing with it while she felt the warmth of his tongue enter her. She gasped slightly as he did.
His arms were above his head and he reached up to her hips with his hands, now holding her soaked panties in his hand, and forcefully pulled her cunt back against his mouth, forcing his tongue deeper into her. He licked at the warm wet juices that flowed out of her and onto his face. He licked, and probed with his tongue. He moved it in and around her, making a slow circle of her clit, labia, and perineum, gently probing her second hole with his finger. She gasped slightly and shimmied her hips slightly to force his finger deeper into her.
As he licked her and put his fingers into her, she continued to play with his cock. She licked the head of it, then ran her mouth over it and took it into her as far as she could. He gasped and almost came, but she withdrew and smiled. She rubbed her saliva into the skin with her hands, working it up and down the shaft of his cock. From her lower half, the feelings were becoming too intense. She was close... and she KNEW he was too. She pushed up from his crotch, pressing her wetness hard onto his face and waited for a moment while he drank in her presence with his mouth and she shuddered to her first climax with a groan of ecstasy. She gushed on Tom, her body trembling slightly with the force of the first orgasm. She felt his cock stiffen in her hand slightly. She had his attention now.
She climbed off of Tom’s face and looked at him. He was red faced, his cock was hard, and he looked at her again with those hungry eyes. He licked the juices off his lips and looked at her. That alone almost set her off again. She wanted more. She grabbed his hand and poured some of the small bottle of lube onto his fingers, rubbed them as though they were his cock... and then directed his fingers between her thighs, gently easing his fingers into her as she rocked onto them, driving them in deeper with each thrust. She then grabbed her vibrator, turned it on and placed it on her clit. His other hand stroked his cock slowly and she watched her ride his fingers. She increased the pressure from the vibrator on her clit while he gently massaged her from the inside until she came again and shuddered with a string of words somewhere between something you'd hear in a church or something you'd hear in a bar on base. She sat there for a moment, gently thrusting on Tom’s fingers, enjoying the wave of pleasure that raced from her chest to her feet.
Panting, she looked at his cock, smiled, and took it into her mouth as she rolled off of his fingers. She stroked it with her hands, as her mouth and tongue teased him. She pulled back, tossed one leg over him and sat his chest, rubbing herself against his tight muscles. Tom felt her drip and run on his skin as she moved her hips and thighs back and forth on his chest while ran her nails up and down his body, leaving small red lines of pleasure and pain in their wake. Her hands found his face and she grabbed him, holding his gaze as she backed slowly down his torso and impaled herself, FINALLY, on his cock. He moaned as she rose and fell on him. Slowly she rose up and then force herself down on him, moving her hips around when she hit bottom. Thrust after thrust she ground herself onto his cock, sweat making her skin shine as she arched her back and moaned in ecstasy.
Tom’s voice joined her as he felt the orgasm wash over him. His hips thrust into the air as Carrie pushed back against him and he felt the wetness pouring out of her. Tom’s orgasm was so intense, he almost blacked out. His chest heaved as he recovered. She stayed atop him, smiling devilishly as she watched him. Her hips continued to circle as she worked the last drops out of him. Carrie still hadn't been able to catch her breath from her second orgasm and now she was quivering from the impact of the third, and most intense, orgasm she’d had in months.
She collapsed backwards onto him. Her body lying on his for several long seconds before rolling off of him, and turning around to be next to him. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. They were both covered in sweat and cum.
"Fuck." she said in a short time later.
"What?" he asked, rolling sideways to face her.
"Now I have to do laundry..."
"How about we shower, eat pizza, and get another drink… and maybe try again later?"
"I think that sounds like a fantastic idea."
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