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Remodeling Carla Ch. 02

By: GeorgeDaBuilder



Chapter 2 - Carla's Remodel

Carla woke, feeling like a new woman. As she stretched, naked under the sheets, she recalled the previous night's events. After days of soul-searching, Carla had decided that she needed to reinvent herself. Whether or not it would bring her and her husband closer to each other was yet to be seen, but after last night's mind altering orgasms, she knew that she would continue on her quest. 

She had enlisted the help of her friend George, who had become her confidant, photographer and now, lover. Enlisted may imply that George came willingly, and he did, to a point; but Carla had trapped him in such a way, that he really had no option. What man could resist a sexy young thing, spread, buck-naked on the edge of a tub, asking for his help in shaving her pussy? 

One of Carla's husband's frequently visited websites was a bikini site, where women posted pictures of themselves in swimwear. Carla thought that she might get Frank's attention if she posted some shots of herself on the site; Frank being her husband. She knew that George, a remodeling contractor, turned friend, was a photographer and sharp with computers. She would ask him to take pictures of her and help her post them on the web. 

She remembered parts of the previous evening. Posing in her little two-piece; moving from bed, to dresser, to floor. Losing the top and showing off her perky breasts and searching for more and more provocative poses. Then there was a kiss, more wine, the grand unveiling. Her untamed bush proved to lush for her bikini bottom, so a trimming was in order. Carla, feeling no pain and a little playful, elected George to do the honors. 

Now, neither Carla nor George was looking to start anything, but the temptations, particularly for George, were just too great. Shaving a pussy was a new one for the builder, but as in all his projects, he gave it his all. Quality control was paramount, and the best way he knew to check his work, was to bury himself in it, literally. After multiple orgasms and a final clitoral/g-spot attack, Carla had passed out, leaving George with the pride of a job well done and a raging hard-on.

Carla dragged herself out of bed and went to fill the tub. Luxuriating in the water and bath oil, she closed her eyes, reliving last night. Her fingers played with her nipples, their erection, instantaneous. While one hand remained at her breast, the other drifted to her newly shorn pussy. She marveled at the smoothness and the way her pussy felt as she ran her fingers along her slit, unencumbered by hair. Her sensitivity was multiplied ten-fold and she cursed herself for never having shaved before. As she brought herself to climax, she wondered about what else she had missed up to now. 

Carla's first chore for the day was to call George. She wasn't sure how he would feel after last night. Was he feeling that he had taken advantage of her? Had his feelings for her changed? These were questions Carla asked of herself also, and a bit of guilt set in. She didn't want to lose his friendship; he'd helped her through a rough patch in her life. She also questioned her own feelings for him. Where do they go from here, if anywhere? She knew that exploration into her own sexuality was to continue, but would George continue to be a part of that journey? Deep in her heart, she knew that she wanted George to be a part of her life.

George awoke that morning from a dream that had his prick as hard as an iron spike. In his dream, he was face up, with a pussy grinding into his face, his tongue buried to the hilt. One index finger was sawing in and out of the sweetest ass he had ever seen, or tasted. At the same time, this gorgeous little pixie was trying valiantly to swallow his dick, her fingers playing with his balls and probing at his own asshole. He awoke with a start, instantly recalling his midnight snack; dining on Carla's sweet snatch. He soon soiled his own sheets with his seed, Carla's taste still on his lips.

He too started the morning wondering what lie ahead. He knew he could easily be persuaded to continue what he and Carla may have started last night, but he did not want to be the one to drive the wedge between Carla and Frank. 

Spotting his camera setting on the table just inside the front door, he picked it up and began cycling through the photos. "Pretty good," he thought to himself, probably with a bit of bias. As he came to the nude shots that led to her introduction to oral sex, George answered his own question as to whether this little affair should continue or not. Selfishly, he could think of no one better to help Carla discover the delights that could be afforded to and by the human body.

They had decided to call each other almost simultaneously, but Carla beat him to the punch. "Good morning," she said sheepishly. 

"Good morning to you," he answered, no trepidation in his voice. 

"Well thanks for coming over yesterday and taking those pictures for me......and everything," she said. 

He could see her turn red through the phone. "My pleasure....any time," he responded. "

Many more times, I hope," she thought to herself, her pussy creaming a bit at the thought. "Well, I guess I need to get those photos from you and see about them posted on the bikini site. I'm anxious to see what kind of response I get," she said. 

She was anxious to see the comments, if any, from those that visited the site, and now, maybe less importantly, any response from Frank. She knew that he visited the site almost religiously. 

"If the photos do justice to the real thing, then I can already tell you what the responses will be," answered George. 

Carla was well aware of George's response; she could still feel his tongue and fingers taking her to a place she had never imagined. "If you're not busy," she asked, "Could you bring over the card and we can look over the pictures and maybe you could help me download them to the site? There is a lunch and dessert in it for you. I have a new recipe that I want to try" she said. 

Wondering the implications of 'a new recipe', George quickly agreed to head on over. Slipping into his weekend apparel of loose shorts and tee-shirt, he grabbed the Nikon and was on his way. 

Carla hung up the phone and scrambled to get ready. She threw her cereal bowl into the dishwasher and ran to the bedroom. "What to wear," she pondered out loud. Giggling to herself, she grabbed a tiny red thong from the dresser, along with an obscenely short pair of daisy dukes. They were cut so short that the inner front pockets hung below the frayed edges and the back of the legs were cut so high that the back pockets had to be removed. Her firm little ass cheeks were displayed proudly below the shorts. She looked over her shoulder in the mirror to check herself out. "That should do it," she said to the mirror. An overly snug wife-beater completed the ensemble. Her jewel adorned belly button shown proudly and as the doorbell rang, she tweaked both nipples to complete the look. George didn't stand a chance. 

Seconds after ringing the bell, the door swung inward. Carla peeked around the edge and said, "C'mon in." 

George stepped inside as she closed the door behind him. He turned to greet her and for a split second, they stared at each other, trying to read of the other's thoughts. Within that second, they realized they were of the same mind. George sat down his camera as Carla jumped into his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck, her legs around him, locked together under his butt. Their lips met and their tongues went to town. George instinctively grabbed Carla's perfectly rounded ass cheeks. His fingers lingered at the frayed denim between her legs that prevented further exploration. He could feel her hardened nipples digging into his chest as they confirmed their new-found relationship. 

A couple minutes passed with George mashing Carla against the front door. Their kisses were ravenous and George's hands were everywhere. Frustrated that she couldn't reach down to fondle him, Carla broke the kiss,"This door handle doesn't feel as good on my ass as your hands do."

As soon as George backed up and her feet hit the floor, both her hands found George's cock through the front of his shorts. He groaned, his head thrown back,"Oh God," as she reached in through the top and began stroking him. "I can't tell how long I have dreamed of feeling you, "she said.

Holding on to his cock with one hand, and grabbing his camera with the other, she said, "Let's go see how these pictures turned out." She towed George to her office as George tried to grab her butt. 

Still holding onto her prize, she guided George into her chair in front of her computer. Begrudgingly, she released his now, throbbing member, so that she could reach around the desk and turn on the computer.

Bending at the waist and pointing her butt at George, she pushed the button on the front of the computer. Simultaneously, she let out a yelp as George leaned over and gave her a loving bite on her right ass cheek. "Ouch'" she whimpered unconvincingly. "Now you need to kiss it and make it all better," she said, in her best little girl impression.

While the computer booted, he did just that. "I love this butt of yours," he said, between little nips and kisses.

Having had his fill for the moment, George handed Carla the card from his camera for her to put into the port in the front of the computer. Finding her photo editing software on the computer, he started the download. There were hundreds of shots. Carla chose to sit on one of George's knees and he could feel the dampness. They first scrolled through the bikini shots, grabbing and moving those that she thought she would to use for the website. "I don't look like I have any boobs in that one," as they pulled up one picture. 

George reached around her with his mouse-free hand and played with her tit under her shirt. "I beg to differ," as he tweaked her nipple.

They played as they continued through the files, rubbing her pussy on his knee, teasing his cock and balls. Him, occasionally pinching her nipple to get her re-focused. 

Finally deciding that they had what she needed for the bikini site, George moved onto the shots he took after he had shaved her pussy bare and dropped her onto her bed. Carla couldn't clearly remember all of these being taken as she was in a euphoric bliss after cumming from one swipe of her new lover's tongue. The photos showed her a side of herself that she didn't know existed. 

Before they got to the end, Carla was nearly panting, and George feared for the safety of his dick. Carla jumped up from his lap and sat back down on a short file cabinet, her legs spread wide. "Eat me again, please," she pleaded. 

Not one to deny the wants of a beautiful woman, George wheeled over between her legs and began to remove her shorts. "See, here is what I mean by teasing,' he said. Running his fingers up her thighs to the crotch of the shorts, he made his way to the button. "You wear these tiny shorts and expect a guy to just ignore them" She sat there and squirmed, the crotch of denim getting wetter by the moment, while he fussed with the top button. 

Carla had had enough of his teasing. "Get out of my way," she said as she rolled him back. She stood and undid the troublesome button. Pulling down the zipper, she turned her back to him and dropped the shorts to her feet. Now wearing just the thong and her shirt, she turned and picked up the shorts and brought them to her nose. Inhaling, she looked at George with a smile. She stepped to him and held them under his nose. Breathing deeply, he became lightheaded with her fragrance. 

Turning her back to him again, she bent at the waist, grabbing the file cabinet and looked at him over her shoulder. "I'll ask one more time; eat me, please," drawing out the please. 

Without hesitation, George fell to his knees on the hard, hardwood floor. Grabbing both her ass cheeks, he drove her toward the cabinet. His tongue went to work on her pussy, battling for possession with the drenched, red thong. He won, as his tongue slipped around it and entered her. "Fuck me," she moaned; Fuck me with your tongue!" He stabbed as deep as he could, taking the occasional swipe at her clit. As his tongue continued its assault, his nose was trying to burrow into her asshole. Almost sweet smelling, after her morning bath, he continued for a couple minutes. Carla reached around, grabbing the hair at the back of his head, working his head in and out of her backside. Finally, his knees could take no more.

Standing, he turned Carla back toward him. She looked like a wild woman. Her hair was a mess, sweaty and in her face. The look in her eyes was saying "You're not done yet, Buster!" He brushed the hair from her face and kissed her. She tasted herself for the first time on his lips, as he grabbed the bottom of her shirt. They broke their kiss as she raised her arms. As the shirt was lifted, exposed areas of skin were offered. He kissed her belly button, flicking at the jewelry there. Onward he went, to her glorious tits and nipples. He wasn't sure which he liked best, her ass, or her tits. Then there was that pussy! "So many choices," he thought. 

After sufficient suckling, from breast to breast, he moved to her neck and shoulders. As he moved to nibble around an ear, her body shook, like a small orgasm. "Oh God!" she panted, looking deep into his eyes. He finished lifting her shirt over her upraised arms, and as he did, he drug his tongue along the inside of her armpits. "Unnhh," she moaned again, as another small quake rippled through her. "I'll have to remember that spot," thought George.

George then picked her up and sat her down on the edge of her desk. Having always wanted to do it like in the movies, he swiped everything in his way onto the floor. The desk cleared, except for the monitor, he laid her back. As he grabbed the little strings on her hips, Carla turned her head and was looking at herself, a picture from last night. There on the monitor, she saw herself as she now felt. She would always want to feel this way. 

George managed to remove the soaked thong and looked down at the present he had just unwrapped. Carla was occupied, looking at the monitor. He soon had her attention again. Lifting her legs over his shoulders, and an ass cheek in each hand he raised her to his mouth and devoured her. As the night before, her orgasms rolled through her, one after the other. As he buried his face in her pussy, eating her so that even his eyebrows were wet with her juices, the wet slurping sounds were all that were heard. Carla's orgasms were so intense, that she nearly choked, unable to utter a sound, Sensing she could take no more, George backed off and lowered her to rest on the desk. 

Carla lay there panting, trying to catch her breath. Her pussy and ass were drenched from her juices, as were George's face and her desk top. She looked up at him though eyes that showed her love for what he had done for her. "You've made on hell of a mess, Mister," she said, looking at his face and the remains of her office. 

Shrugging his shoulders, he stood and picked her up, an arm under her butt and the other her shoulders. Looking at the aftermath, he gave her a light, but sloppy kiss and said, "The maid will get it. Right now, I think you need a bath." 

Carrying her back to the master bathroom, George sat Carla down and went to warm the water in the shower. "I've got a better idea,' she smiled. "That tub you put in for us is plenty big for two." Dutifully, he started filling the tub, following her instructions on the use of bath oils. 

While the tub filled, Carla regained her footing and approached George. Standing naked before him, she began to remove his clothes. "I got a look at the important parts earlier. Now I get to see the whole package." 

Removing his shirt, she ran her hands over his stomach and chest, tweaking his nipples this time. Not the body of a gym rat, but he kept himself from going to seed. Carla then unbuttoned the less-troublesome button on his shorts and made quick work of them and his briefs. Dropping to her knees, she reintroduced herself to his rigid erection. Holding it in one hand, she moved it up and down, left and right, giving it a thorough inspection. Satisfied, she looked it in the eye, where a little drop of pre-cum sat. Looking up at George, she extended her tongue and sampled him. Unbeknownst to George, this was her first taste of a man; she knew it wouldn't be her last. Finishing with his shoes and socks, she stood back up and swiveled to turn off the tub. He would never tire of this view.

Carla beckoned him to the tub and they helped each other into the warm water. George had never been a big fan of tub baths, but this could easily change his thinking. They took turns soaping each other up, exploring one another. George had to be gentle as he had given Carla quite the workout in the last two sessions. She took full advantage of the opportunity, familiarizing herself with every square inch of him. After nearly an hour of preening and playing, Carla suddenly spun to face George and said, "I just had a great idea. Sit up on the edge of the tub and I'll be right back." Not sure where this was headed, he did as he was told as he watched her slippery, shiny backside skip over to the sink. She turned back to the tub with razor and shaving cream in hand. 

The look on George's face must have said it all. Carla laughed,"Fair is fair. You don't expect me to learn to suck your dick with all the hair in the way do you?"

Climbing back in the tub, she approached him on her knees, her breasts just clearing the water. Remembering last night, she repeated the process. First the warm towel, then on to the foam. She sprayed the foam into her hand and worked it around his balls and up to his stomach. As she grabbed the razor, she stopped, "Oh yeah, I'm supposed to ask if you want to leave a little heart or stripe above my new friend here," she grinned, still slowly stroking him.

Still a little wary, he said," Just stop before you get to the chest hair." 

Holding him lightly, she proceeded to drag the razor around his engorged cock, moving it from side to side. The concentration on her face was reassuring. "Lie back and pull your dick back for me," she said as she pulled his scrotum tight, trying to figure the best approach. 

George was too nervous to even make any wise remarks. He wanted Carla to give it her complete attention; no distractions. After a few more minutes she seemed satisfied with her work. "Pretty good for my first time I think," admiring her work and slowly jacking him off. "Oh, I forgot something. On your knees buster, "she ordered. 

Embarrassed, but still turned on beyond imagination, he made a rather ungainly turn and presented his ass. Carla pushed his knees further apart and then proceeded to lather up his butt. After an agonizing couple of minutes, Carla took a warm wash cloth and cleaned off the excess soap. Starting to turn back over, Carla put her hand on his back and pushed him back down. "It's my time to play a little," she said, as her hand returned to his still-hard member. 

Stroking slowly, he felt himself getting harder. At the top of his ass crack, he felt a wet sensation as she began to dribble some kind of oil on his ass. Now with both hands, she began a slow massage of his prick and balls. She continued up his ass crack to his anus and let her fingers play there. She giggled with delight when she pressed one finger slightly into his ass and felt his dick pulsated in her other hand. Taking pity on his poor knees, "C'mon, let's continue my lesson in the bedroom."

Slipping back into the tub to rinse off, he wrapped her back up in his arms, his hands grabbing her butt and pulling their crotches together. They both moaned in each others mouths as they felt George's newly slick sex sliding between Carla's wet pussy lips. "Fuck, I want you!" she groaned as they slid against each other. 


Remodeling Carla Ch. 02



Suddenly, vaulting out of the tub and grabbing a towel, George ran toward the bedroom. "Not until you finish your lessons," he said, his bouncing hard-on leading him to her bed. Carla, dumbfounded, watched his un-tanned ass disappear through the door.

Within seconds, Carla flew into the room to find George, already in repose on the bed, legs spread and hard dick in his hand, slowly stroking it, awaiting his pupil. Carla paused to take in the sight. Dropping her towel, she slowly approached the end of the bed, like a lioness, stalking her prey. Never taking her eyes off his, she crawled between his legs, ready to pounce. 

Laying flat on the bed, she inched up until her forehead bumped into the base of his cock. Tilting her head up, she peaked around his prick, standing tall, and winked at him. Sticking out her tongue, licking her lips, she took a preliminary swipe, up the length of his dick. Dropping her head back down, she ran her tongue around his nut sack, sucking one ball at a time into her mouth. George reached down and ran his hand through her damp hair, getting her attention. "You're sure you've never done this before?"He asked.

The look in her beautiful brown eyes was one of lustful passion. "I've done a little research online recently, but I want you to tell me what you want. I want you to feel the same things I felt," kissing the tip of his penis.

"Well, I love the feel of lips wrapped around my dick, her tongue sliding along the bottom, reaching for my balls." She proceeded to do just that, sliding up and down, increasing and decreasing the pressure of her lips. With a passion, a hunger, she had never felt, she slathered his dick with her saliva, running her hands up and around his balls, her mouth and his prick, a piston, working overtime.

Slowing and stopping at the tip of his penis, Carla captured just the head in her mouth and sucked a little harder, drawing out his pre-cum, the tip of her tongue, tickling the slit in the end. A natural instinct told her that he was about at the end of rope; or maybe it was the strained look on his face. 

Gently sliding her hand over his saliva covered hardness, she asked in her best sultry tone," Where would you like to cum, baby? Do you want to come on my face? Watch your big dick explode all over my pretty face? Or maybe you'd like to cum in my mouth? Have me just suck the life out of you." She had obviously done a lot of research.

George was on the verge of completely losing it. Here he was with his fantasy girl, naked and beautiful, her hands and mouth taking him to the edge, and now he had to decide where deliver his load? He questioned her innocence; "It's a trap, she knows just what she is doing! Death by sex, what a way to go!" he thought. Looking into her questioning eyes, her tongue playing with his pee hole, he managed to squeak out, "Mouth."

Smiling up at him, she ran her tongue seductively over her lips and dropped her mouth over him, sucking and licking and inching her way down until her nose touched him at the base of his dick. She rose up, George staring at her, wide-eyed. Watching her, she repeated her move, taking all 7 inches into her throat, and swallowed, once, twice. Breathing through her nose like she'd read, she swallowed once more, and then felt it. 

George, trying not to buck, nearly straining his groin, let loose with a bellow. Grabbing the mattress with both hands, his first load was deposited directly into Carla's gullet. Choking and lifting her head, the next two spurts nearly filled her mouth. Instinctively, she move back further and the remainder was deposited onto her face, smaller, less forceful squirts. 

Completely wasted, George let go of the sheets. Assuring himself that he hadn't just had a heart attack, his breathing slowed. Raising his head slightly, he looked down at Carla. A prettier sight he had never seen. Her face smiling, his jizz, dripping off her nose and her eyes, half open, as though slightly stoned. 

Beckoning her, she crawled up his body until they were face to face. Looking into each others eyes, they acknowledged their connection. Without forethought, George reached out with his tongue and flicked his own deposit off her nose and fed it to her with a deep kiss. They continued to kiss and snuggle, relishing the warmth of each other. Deep in thought, they both lay silently thinking identical thoughts, questioning the future. 

One thing for sure, another bath.



Remodeling Carla Ch. 03



George awoke from his nap with Carla nestled beside him, her arm across his chest, their legs intertwined. They had fallen asleep after Carla had given George the blow-job of his life. And to top it off, it was supposedly her first. 

He really did begin to question her innocence and naiveté. In the years past, when he worked for her from time to time, he figured she was just another of those rather carefree, dingy, California girls. Always dressed provocatively, she seemed unaware of the effect she had on others. 

Recently, she began to question her relationship with her husband, finding he may have sexual interests that she was unaware of. No, Frank wasn't a closet gay; all the websites she found hidden on his computer were heterosexual in nature. They just caught Carla off-guard because it hinted at interests he may have had that he never let come to light and certainly never shared with her. Like the swimsuit site that she and George had taken photos for. Frank never showed an interest in that type of thing. Even though they lived in S. California, they never went to the beach. And when Carla pranced around the home and home office in her little short shorts and tiny tops, he really didn't seem to notice. 

They were each other's first love. Carla was satisfied with her life, and her love-life. It was only when their home business began to require more traveling for Frank and her nosing around his computer led her to question her own life and sexuality. Frank and their business was her life. They didn't really have any friends to speak of. She had no real hobbies or outside interests, a real homebody.

But she now had a friend, and she woke up beside him. In the last two days, her friend, now lover had given her a new life. George had awakened part of Carla that had forever been dormant, and she was determined to make up for lost time.

Stretching her naked form against his, she slid up and kissed George, unthinking. "Oop's sorry, dick breath," she giggled.

Pulling her onto him, he drove his tongue into her mouth. After a minute of tongue dueling, he let her up. "No worse than pussy breath," he said. "Now where is that lunch you promised me?"

Rolling off him, his dick in hand, she said, "Shower first, and then lunch." Again leading him by her new favorite appendage, they headed to the shower this time. Unlike the party tub that George had installed for them a couple years ago, the shower was the original, and not sized for entertaining. Non-the-less, in the name of water conservation and her new-found horniness, Carla insisted that they shower together. 

Carla leaned into the shower to set the temperature and playfully, George leaned into her from behind, looking over her shoulder to make sure she was doing it right. His hands on her boobs, twisting them like he was trying to change the temperature, She gyrated her ass against him as he crowded her. "Two can play this game", she thought to herself. "C'mon big guy," she said, addressing George's penis, "Lets get you cleaned up."

Backing into the shower, she pulled George in and it was all he could do to pull the door shut. No dropping the soap in this shower, they both had ass cheeks pressed against a wall, with no space between them. "See, we don't need a bigger shower," she said, "now see if you can reach around me and get that bottle of body wash." Handing her the bottle, Carla squirted a good amount on his chest and hers and handed him back the bottle. Putting it back on the shelf, Carla reached around George and hugging him, using him like the world's biggest loofa. "I don't need a washcloth with you around," she said.

"No you don't," he said. Grabbing her by the ass he lifted her up and down against him, his fingers deep in her ass crack and his stiffening prick passing up and down along her pussy. Carla screamed and giggled at same time, dodging the shower head with each upstroke. 

Regaining control, she turned them around, back to back and said, "Okay, wise guy, lets see you do it this way." Try as he might, George couldn't find a way to grab the slippery vixen. They laughed as he tried to reach back and grab her around the waist. She quickly nixed his idea of reaching between her legs and trying to lift her with one hand. Figuring that all the rubbing up against one another was probably sufficient, they found their way out of the shower.

They took turns drying each other. George stood behind Carla, toweling her long brunette hair. Looking up at her, looking at him in the mirror, he said, "Hand me your brush."

"I can do it'" she said

"I'm already here," he said "and I'm enjoying the view." 

Smiling, she handed him a comb and said," Start with this." 

Gently, he drew the comb through her hair, careful not to pull too hard. George had always loved long hair on a woman. Combine it with the perfect ass and you have a view better than any sunset. 

Carla watched him in the mirror. His gentle touch with her hair and his obvious admiration for her backside made her heart pick up it's pace a bit. The dampness returned between her legs. 

Glancing up, their eyes made contact in the mirror. Blowing air kisses at each other, he handed her the comb, turned and said, "Okay, your turn." Two passes through his short hair, she swatted him on the butt and said, "Alright, lunch time."

George found his shorts and slipped them back on and Carla grabbed an over-sized tee shirt that hit her about mid-thigh. Lunch was a large salad with crab and a baguette; white wine for her and a beer for him. Sitting outside in the sun in her courtyard patio, they talked as old friends, never bringing up the events of the last two days. 

After a satisfying lunch, they pushed back from the table and leaned back, basking in the sun. Eyes closed, George felt Carla place her feet in his lap. Opening his eyes slightly, he glanced down at her feet. She wiggled her toes, an invitation to massage her feet. Tilting his head back to look at her, she smiled at him and mouthed, "Please?"

Now, next to butts, tits, pussies, and long hair, feet ran a close, well....fifth. Of course they have to be pretty feet, preferably smaller than his and no hair on the toes. Cute little feet, pedicured, always got his attention. Put them in some 4" strappy heels, and his dick even began to pay attention.

Sitting up a little straighter, he took one foot at a time and began to massage them, along the inside of the arch, along the outside from the heel to the little toe, then the whole foot, from toes to ankle. Next each toe got personalized attention, pulling and rubbing, running his fingers between each one. As a final touch, he ran his tongue between each toe and took each one between his lips, tickling it with the tip of his tongue. She shivered each time he kissed one of her delicate little piggies. During the massage, she had slumped back in her chair causing her shirt to rise up her thighs. As he administered his last kiss on the little toe of her left foot, he glanced up and saw a glistening on her inner lips, slightly protruding. He smiled to himself. 

Setting her foot down, she stirred as though she had fallen asleep and stretched, pushing her hard nipples into her shirt. "Lunch time is over," she stated, "Let's see if we can get some photos downloaded onto that site.

Gathering up the dishes, they wandered back into the kitchen. "I'll wash these if you'll go in and see what it takes to post to that website," she said.

"Alright, but first I need to wash my hands," he said. He leaned into her from behind and reached around her to get to the faucet and soap. Penned in between the sink and him, he let her know how much he enjoyed the foot massage. She ran her ass across his crotch in acknowledgement. Kissing her on the neck below her right ear, he turned for a towel and exited to her office. She stood for a moment, holding onto the counter, trying to regain her composure. 

George settled into Carla's office chair and began searching for the bikini site. As he waited for the site to load, he looked around her office. On the credenza in a silver frame, was a picture of Carla and Frank's wedding day. Guilt began to settle in as he thought of how he would feel if he was in Frank's shoes and the exploits of his bride came to light. If Frank had feelings for his wife even close to the same level that George had experienced the last couple days; well George had reason to fear for his life. 

His quiet reflection was interrupted as a whirling dervish wearing a short tee shirt burst into the room and leaped in his lap. Carla turned, grabbed him by both ears and began her oral cavity search with her tongue. Thank God he could breathe through his nose, as her kiss was unwavering. Minutes passed as she assaulted him, grinding him like a crazed stripper looking for the big tip. Finally coming up for air, she asked kidding," Haven't you got you got those photos loaded yet?" Evidently a good lunch and a foot message will revitalize a young woman.

Turning back to the desk, he plopped her sweet butt onto the desk and brought the website back up. Trying to calm things down a bit, he ran through the registration stuff and began to set up her log-in info so that she could load her shots and monitor any responses. Sensing that something was amiss, she slipped her bare foot into George's crotch and began tickling him with her toes, trying to break his concentration. George grabbed her ankle and moved her foot off the chair. Playing like she was sneaky, she would gently move her foot back between his thighs, and he would remove her foot again. After about the fourth round, he grabbed her ankle once more and looked her in the eyes. 

The look told her she was screwed and the tickle attack began, but she was now the victim. Holding on tight, he drug his finger nail up the sole of her foot and she screamed with laughter, struggling to pull it away. Trying to pull her leg free, she began to kick with the other. Standing and capturing her kicking leg under his right arm, up in his armpit, he nearly drug her off the desk. She flopped down onto her back, squirming as he pushed her back. One leg safely tucked under one arm, and his left hand now holding her right leg under her knee, his free right hand began its advance. Her legs were now spread wide and her short shirt, even shorter. Her glistening lips betrayed her arousal as his fingers began dancing from inside thigh to inside thigh.

Thoroughly enjoying himself, he growled as he continued and she laughed so hard, tears came to her eyes and her pussy juices began to puddle on the desk. Finally at the brink, she shouted, like a pursuing police officer," Stop, or I'll pee! As the weapon was aimed right at him, he dutifully raised his hands in surrender and dropped her legs to the desk.

"I surrender" he said as he sat back into his chair, exhausted. Reaching forward, he grasped her hands and pulled her upright, sliding her into his lap, her sweet cheeks now slick and wet with her juices. They kissed each other tenderly; he ran his fingers through her hair, briefly lingering on her neck. Holding him tight, her chin resting on his shoulder, she chanced to glance at the photo on the credenza. 

Needing time to think, she sat back up in his lap and said with a flourish, "Now quit fooling around and let's get these pictures on the net, my public awaits!"

Turning back to the keyboard, they begin to select their favorite photos. Now one might think that two people inputting info on the same computer would be somewhat like when two people play the same piano. Wrong. Carla assumed control of the keyboard, while George was given mouse duties. George would scroll through the pics and click on the one he liked. On occasion, she would disagree and wrestle for control of the mouse. Carla's job was to title the pictures as they were posted and enter any pertinent info relative to the picture. There was also a spot for personal comments or queries like," Does this shot make my ass look big?"

George took great delight in answering her questions, reaching around her with his left hand and typing, while she scrolled with his mouse. "Yes" he typed, to her last inquiry. Sensing his hand movement at the same time the answer popped up on the screen, she squealed at him and the tickling resumed. Recognizing that they would never get done at this rate, they vowed to each other to behave and get on with it. 

Finally finishing the uploading, they logged back on and admired their handiwork. Clicking over to other girls pictures, Carla began to assess her competition. "Do you like her?" she would ask, or "Do you think she's cute?" Loaded questions to be sure, but George tried to answer in an honest, constructive manner.

Just to get her going, he would occasionally say," Wow, look at the tits on that one!" or "Boy, there's an ass you could get lost in." He did offer some comments that Carla banked for future reference. He liked those that posed in high heels, he said it made there legs look better and tightened their butts. He also seemed to spend more time checking out those women that had pronounced tan lines.

The skies began to darken and they realized that they had spent the entire day together and neither one was ready for it to end. They shut down the computer and handing George back his memory card, they retired to the couch in the living room, with a glass of wine each. Looking into each others eyes, the room, lit only by the sun setting over the Pacific, they began the conversation that both were hoping wouldn't have to occur.

"Frank flies back into town tomorrow afternoon," she said. Hearing no response she continued, eyes down, looking at her glass," I can't tell you what the last two days have meant to me." "It's what a religious awakening must be like for some people," She continued. "My mind is trying to go in so many directions right now. I'm so confused; I love my husband, I mean I have no reason that I can think of that tells me I shouldn't love him. But God George, I love you too, so much right now that I feel like I could explode." Pausing," No one has every treated me like you do, done things to me like you do. God the things you did, I've never felt so loved and wanted." 

Taking her glass, George pulled her into him and let her cry. Rubbing her back, stroking her hair, he was heartbroken. What had they done? Had he led her to stray from her marriage? What had begun as one friend trying to help another had become a relationship that he was unsure he could walk away from. 

After a time, the crying stopped, followed by sniffling and her wiping her eyes on his shoulder. Saying nothing, she pushed herself up and padded to the bathroom to wash her face. Returning to a darkened room, she turned on a small table lamp. She turned to George, rearranging him so his back nestled into the corner of the back and the armrest of the couch. One leg up and the other on the floor, she leaned back into him. It was easier to talk if they didn't have to see each other. 

They spoke in generalities, analyzing the meaning of friendship, marriage and life in general. They touched on how the past two days had to have been inevitable. Something so wondrous and life changing had to happen for a reason. Neither could imagine not having experienced the other. 

In the end, fate is what would lead them forward. They knew that this path they were both on would somehow lead them to happiness. Faith in themselves and each other was the key. Their friendship would never waiver. They would always be there for each other. Only time would tell the future.

Conversation over, she snuggled in deeper, pulling his arms tighter. She wished that this moment could last forever. 

Knowing it was late and that he would have to leave soon, she glanced down to the other end of the couch and focused on George's camera. Stretching and reaching for it with her toe, she regained his attention. Watching her stretch and point with her foot, she asked," Will you use them?"

Unsure of her question, he responded as a guy,"Huh?" 

"You know," she gestured, moving her hand in an up and down motion, her hand closed in a loose fist. 

Sensing her smile and her butt burrowing deeper into his crotch, he answered," Well yeah, I suppose, if that's okay?"

Hopping up and handing him his camera, she sat in the opposing corner, facing him. "Let's me see," she said.

Dutifully, he turned on his camera and setting it on the back of the couch, he advanced through the shots, his left hand working up his erection through his shorts. 

"Off, "she said.

Again obeying, he pulled his shorts down his legs, his erection pointing toward the ceiling. Slowly stroking, he fumbled with the camera, trying to advance to the nude shots. 

Sensing his frustration and her own arousal, she said, "Here," and pulled her tee shirt over her head.

Eyes locked, they began their duel. Shifting and grabbing on with his right hand, George developed a rhythm. Carla, answering his move, lowered her right hand, spreading her lips for her lover. Her middle finger slid from bottom to top.

Eyes never wavering, peripherally, never losing sight of the other's motions, they battled on. Who could outlast the other? 

Carla's ardor forced her to use a two-handed method. Three fingers moving in and out, forcing her juices to the surface. Her pussy glistened in the low light. Her other hand alternated between her nipples and clit, trying to delay the inescapable. 

George was mesmerized by the beauty in front of him, so lustful, yet giving. His pre-cum was leaking profusely now. Stroking faster, seeking release, he watched his love reaching for her climax. Her body stiffened and arched as her hands became a blur. "Cum now," she commanded, "Cum on me, come on my tits. Let me see you cum!"

Rolling onto his knees between her legs, he stroked as he never had before. With a purpose, he exploded onto her chest, causing her to reach her own plateau. His was lightheaded, struggling to stay upright. She watched through wanton eyes as he spurted three, four, five times; giving himself to her. 

Spent and weak, George rolled onto the carpeted floor. On his back, he tried to catch his breath. Carla, needing to feel him, rolled over on top of him, her cum cover breasts pressing into his hairy chest. They remained there, snuggling, and kissing, lost in the moment. Despite George's hands constantly moving over her back and bottom, a chill sent shivers through Carla. 

Pushing herself up and smiling at George, she said," I think another bath may be in order."



Remodeling Carla Ch. 04



For George, it was back to work as usual, after a weekend that would probably shape the rest of his life. A longtime customer, turned friend, Carla, came to him for personal relationship advice and it snowballed into a sexual awakening for Carla; and for George too for that matter.

Now they were sort of in flux. The friendship remains intact, if not stronger, but only time will tell if it will move beyond that. 

Carla however, was a little on edge. Her husband, Frank, had just returned from a long and evidently prosperous, business trip. From their home, they ran an internet based travel service. They catered to large groups that wanted someone to handle all the details, from travel to accommodations. Frank had a way with people, so his role was to negotiate both ends of the deal. He contracted with resorts, hotels, cruise lines and such. He also met with the groups and corporations that paid for their services. A personal, hands-on touch is what made them successful. It also required Frank to do a lot of traveling.

Carla was the organized one. She implemented all those things that Frank had promised and made sure that everything ran smoothly. Together, they made a perfect team, at least on the business side. The business was a gold mine and they were making money hand over fist. But as any small business owner can tell you, it is hard to enjoy the success, when you have no one to take the reins when you are not around. Their business consumed their lives. 

For Carla, that all changed this last weekend. Suspicious of her husband being unfaithful, she turned to George for advice. She got more than just advice, and it turned her world upside down. She found a new passion for life, and a desire to try to experience as much as was possible. On one hand, she hoped that she was wrong about Frank and that he could share her dreams. But on the other hand, after just two days with George, she had doubts that Frank could ever keep up with her desires. George may have spoiled her for eternity.

Part of Carla's plan to lure her hubby into her web was to publish photos of her self on a bikini website that she knew he frequented. After only two days on the site, Carla was amazed at the response to her pictures. There had been thousand of hits and hundreds of responses. The notes to her were everything from the polite comment on how good she looked, to nasty recitations on what they would do if they could get her out of that suit. All the comments helped to boost her confidence. As of yet, she hadn't gotten any feedback from Frank, and wasn't sure she ever would.

A week passed and she tried to maintain the status quo. She didn't change her appearance, still wearing her favorite little shorts and shirts. Almost always barefoot, her lustrous brunette hair tied back in a pony tail, it was business as usual. On about that seventh day, while standing at the filing cabinet, she glanced in to Frank's office to see him staring at his computer monitor. Looking up slightly, she could clearly see in a reflection in the window, one of the pictures of her that she had posted on the web. "Now we'll see what happens, "she said to herself. 

Well nothing happened! Carla was more than a little perplexed. That night, Frank initiated their weekly sex. "Now we'll see if we've turned up the fire," she thought again. It started with what counted as foreplay. She knew better now, but she played along. After a couple minutes, Frank was prepared to do the deed, and instead of just rolling left, on top of her and assuming the missionary position, he rolled right and reached under his pillow. 

Back on his back, he held in his hand a condom package. She looked at him as he tore it open and began to roll it on. He held up the package, smiling, and without a word, pointed at the words "For Her Pleasure." They had never used condoms in the past. Evidently, he thought that the little ridges on the outside of the condom were all that was needed to take her to the moon. Now rolling left and assuming the position between her legs, he unceremoniously began the mating ritual. She was grateful it was pre-lubricated. He stuffed himself in and she began to count. Making it all the way to twelve, Frank stiffened and groaned. "Better than the usual six," she thought. Taking a second to kiss her on the forehead, he carefully extracted himself and rolled back to the right. Removing the condom and executing a two pointer into the adjacent wastebasket, he was quickly asleep.

Getting out of bed to "clean-up", she went to turn off the bedside lamp. Next to it laid the condom package. "For Her Pleasure", my ass she thought. Closing the bathroom door, she pondered the introduction of condoms into the routine. Opening a drawer, she reached in for her favorite hairbrush. Leaning George's favorite ass into the counter, she fantasized that the lacquered wood handle was really her George, holding her hips, his mouth on hers to suppress her moans. In her mind, he drove deep, each time lifting her off the floor, his pubic bone kissing her clit. Many more than twelve strokes later, her faithful beech wood lover brought relief. Her thoughts of George lingered as she slept through the night.

The next day, Frank received a call from an old client. There was some kind of corporate buyout in the works and they needed to throw a meeting together, away from the company headquarters so that all the big-wigs could discuss how they could profit from all this. Frank needed to get to their favorite resort ahead of them and make all the arrangements. 

Frank flew into Carla's office, barking orders. "I need a ticket to St. Croix ASAP! Get me headed east and I'll start arrangements for the resort, golf and all that from the road." Unfazed by his abruptness, she had him booked through to the Virgin Islands within a couple minutes. Packing up his laptop and calling a cab, she had him packed and out the door in 45 minutes. 

Not five minutes later, she was sitting on the couch with a glass of wine. She texted George, "I miss you. XXX."

George was in a meeting with a supplier when his Blackberry chimed. Reading her message, he smiled and replied," Miss you too, in a meeting for another hour, call me when you can."

Watching the clock, she called him right on the hour. "Frank had to leave town suddenly, so I called to see if we could get together, there is so much I want to talk to you about," she said. 

With disappointment in his voice,' "I'm sorry sweetie, I'm having dinner tonight with some people I'm going to build a house for and then I fly out tomorrow to their house in Colorado for three days to check it out." Sensing her disappointment, "How's this sound? I get back Saturday afternoon; I'll take you out to dinner that night. You pick the place."

"Okay," she said in her pouty little girl voice. "It'll cost you, you know."

"I'm sure it will be worth it," he answered.

"Bet on it," she said. "And George," she paused, breathing deeply, "I really have missed you, hurry back."

"I will baby," making a kissing sound.

Dinner that night before went well, and George was up early packing. Just as he was about to leave for the airport, he heard his computer emit that annoying "You've got Mail" sound. Nearly ignoring it, but having a minute, he went into his office and opened his inbox. Waiting was mail from Carla. Opening it, it read, "Just a little something to hurry you along" and attached was a JPEG. Opening it up, he found a picture of Carla wearing a black lace bra and little g-string panties and a pair of high heel sandals. A message written in red seemed to be floating next to her head. "Getting ready for dinner", it said. He could see the corner of the camera over her shoulder. She had taken a picture of her reflection in her wardrobe doors and written the message on the mirror in lipstick. "Clever girl," he thought. George adjusted his boxers as he downloaded the picture to his Blackberry.

It was a busy couple of days for both of them. George met with his clients and toured their home outside Denver. He also met with their interior designer and architect. The architect and George knew immediately that they would have no problems working together. The designer was another story. Maybe 10 or 15 years older than George, this old battleaxe made it clear to both he and the architect that she was the one who was really in charge. George saw a long, pot-hole riddled, road ahead.

Carla too kept busy. Constant emails came in from Frank with confirmations on hotel rooms, golf and dinner reservations and the like. All of the pertinent paperwork, billings, etc. also came direct from the different venues. In the case of the hotels they used, Carla and Frank requested constant updates on charges to the rooms. More than once they had discovered more than business expenses being charged to a room. The occasional escort service charge was not uncommon. 

Reviewing the first day's updates, Carla perused the hotel's charge sheet. Not much action yet as Frank was the only one checked in among the 16 rooms they had booked. The Board of Directors was trickling in the next day. Ready to set aside the fax, she noticed a charge to Frank's room. It was common for him to get room service, or have some clothes cleaned. The word 'Spa" jumped out though. First off, Frank was not the spa type, and he was too busy to relax at this juncture anyway. He wouldn't slow down until everything was in order and underway.

Shooting off a quick email, Carla inquired as to whether or not there was mistake in this charge. Waiting for a response, she looked at the dollar amount. "Holy shit," she exclaimed out loud. If Frank did get a massage, it must have come with a 'happy ending'. 

A response from the hotel popped up in her inbox. Indeed, the charge was to Frank's room and attached was a list of the services scheduled for later today. It included a mud bath, with facial; a manicure and pedicure and a massage. The guest's name was noted at the top, Stephanie.

Carla's mind began to reel. "Ah Fuck," she exclaimed. Was Frank really cheating on her? Pausing she thought to herself "Hells bells Carla, you can't get too bent about it; look at you and George." Slumping back in her chair, she threw her feet up onto the desk, pondering the situation. Looking at her dainty feet and her polished little piggies, she relived the foot massage she had gotten from George. Unconsciously, her hand wandered downtown, where the humidity was on the rise. A brush to her clit snapped her back to reality. 

Sitting back up in her chair, she thought hard. With what she had with George, she found that she wasn't really all that upset with Frank. Yeah, she was pissed, wondering how long this may have been going on. Was it just 'Stephanie', or were there others; a girl in every port as it were. If Frank did have girls scattered all over the globe, he sure had her fooled. 

The more she thought about it, the more confused she became about her own feelings. She loved Frank, or at least she thought it was love. But after a little time with George, she wondered if Frank really loved her. There was none of the outward attention that George showed with her. Frank certainly never leaned her up against the kitchen sink, grinding into her ass, running his hands through her hair, nibbling on her neck, just loving her up. No, Frank never did that. Maybe it wasn't his nature, but god how she loved it. And it was all so comfortable. She could imagine a life with George, a very happy and horny life. 

She sat for hours trying to rationalize it all. She would put herself in Frank's shoes, trying to see through his eyes and dissect his thoughts. How would he feel if he had caught her with George's face buried in her pussy? "First," she thought, he'd be grossed out. "Poor Stephanie, maybe she's as naïve as I've been."

Bottom line, they both had been fooling around. That was her next step; she had to make sure Frank was boinking this girl, Stephanie. "Boinking, that's it," she said to herself. "That explains the condom. How sweet, he was trying to prevent me from getting whatever STD the little skank gave him." 

Taking a deep breath, "Calm, calm," she told herself," you may be the pot calling the kettle black here. I'm sure she's a lovely girl." Thinking on it a little harder, she realized,"Crap, this was a last minute trip. She has to be local talent." Now she was a little more pissed. She was going to have to go to a clinic and get herself tested. "Damn it Frank!" 

Confirming Stephanie's presence turned out to be a piece of cake. Carla emailed the hotel again and requested a reservation list for all the rooms. The list gave the names of those that were to occupy each room. They did this routinely to assure that they had the right bed configurations. Can't have two captains of industry sharing a double bed, can we? Running down the list, there it was, Frank slipped up and let them list Stephanie in his room, probably for room charge privileges. They also had a single king bed. 

Well, short of a confession, Carla knew he was guilty; guilty as she was. "So much for those wedding vows," she thought. She rationalized that she and Frank were of the same mind. It was something they would have to address when he got back home. Now, feeling unburdened, she had a date to get ready for.

George had had enough of Colorado. More than that, he really had his fill of the grating interior decorator. He wasn't looking forward to her being part of the team. Helping him get through it all was Carla. Teasing little text messages during meetings were a pleasant distraction. Though not a big fan of flying, he found himself anxious for his westward flight home.

Carla too was looking forward to George's return. With Frank's dalliance all but exposed, she felt free to take her relationship with George to the next stage. She made reservations at a swanky Italian restaurant downtown. Dom's, reputed to be an old mob hangout, was known for its great traditional food, extensive wine list, but more importantly it was one of those dimly lit, romantic places. She requested a nice private booth. 

Next, she had to get a new dress. She had already given George a preview of the rest of her apparel. She was leaning toward a simple little black number. Nice and short to show off her legs, low cut in front and tight to accentuate her ass. She also had one other little surprise for him and she made an appointment for that. A little unsure, she hoped he'd like it.

The night before his flight home, Carla called him at his hotel. She filled him in on their dinner arrangements. Carla thought it best that they meet each other at Dom's. Leaving her house dressed to kill and leaving with George might raise the suspicions of her nosy neighbors, she said. Agreeing to the arrangements, they kicked back, just talking. 

The conversation led back to tomorrow nights dinner. "I've never been to Dom's before, have you? "He asked.

"No, 'She said, "I just heard that it's good food and very romantic. You do like Italian, don't you?"

"Yeah, 'Eye-talian' is one of my favorites," he kidded in a terrible southern accent. "Don't s'pose my jeans and flannel shirt are gonna cut it though. What's a feller s'posed to wear to a fancy place like this'n?"

Slipping into her best provocative Mae West impression, she countered, "Well big boy, a girl likes to see a well wrapped package, ya know, so she can guess what she got before she unwraps it."

Laughing at her equally pathetic, but none-the-less seductive attempt, "Okay, I give; no more corny accents, please!"

Loving his laughter, she dropped out of character, but continued with an x-rated lilt. "All I will tell you is it is dark, candlelit, red leather and tablecloths. And I plan to take advantage of it all."

Deciding to leave well enough alone, he bid her goodnight. "I can't wait to see you tomorrow."

"Me neither" she sighed "Goodnight lover." 

Neither slept well that night in anticipation of picking up where they had left off, too long ago.

Date night finally arrived. Carla in her little Honda, pulled into the restaurant parking lot looking for George's truck. Somewhat disappointed that he wasn't there waiting for her, she pulled into a spot and then headed for the entrance. She wasn't used to navigating in 4" heels, but a look in the mirror told her they were the right choice. The lift accentuated the shape of her calves and thighs, and her butt bumped out of that little black dress, sure to be noticed.

And noticed she was. Backlit by the light from the entry, she stepped into the bar with the confidence of a model on the catwalk. George, along with the rest of the patrons was captured by her beauty. Her hair, hanging loose, swung with the rhythm of her hips. The form fitting dress and her bare legs, hinted at her hidden assets. There was something else about her, something that gave her an even more exotic look, but George couldn't put his finger on it.

On seeing her, George stepped from the bar. Seeing him, her eyes brightened and with a sultry smile, she made eye contact and slowly crossed the room, never breaking contact. "Damn," she thought, "He cleans up pretty good." 

Much to the disappointment of everyone else in the room, she stopped in front of him. Still eye to eye, George stepped in and put one arm around her waist. Pulling her in, their lips met; wet heat. "You look exceedingly beautiful tonight," he said. 

Breathless, she looked up and said, "I didn't see your truck, I thought maybe I had been stood up." 

"Not a chance in the world baby," he said. "Not a chance in the world I'd miss out on this," his eyes traveling down her cleavage.

Kissing once more, they became conscious of the little show they were putting on. They could feel the envy of others in the room, it was so obvious the bond they had. "Let's see if that secluded booth you bragged about is ready yet," he said.

The young hostess, trying to compete with Carla, sashayed through the tables, leading them to a booth in a smaller room. George's eyes followed, until Carla delivered a sharp, but playful elbow to his ribs. Getting them seated, the hostess turned and with even more exuberance, made her way back toward the front of the restaurant. Carla watched George following her departure. She dropped her hand below the table, into George's lap and gently squeezed. "Just checking," she said. 

"Sorry sweetie, but I am just a guy, ya know."

"I'd like to think that you're my guy," she said, snuggling up to him.

"In fact," she said, "let me fill you in on what I've learned in the last couple weeks."

While they waited for their drinks, Carla filled George in on Frank's escapades in the Virgin Islands. She went on to explain her feelings about the whole thing; about how her feelings for George more than outweighed her anger over Frank. She went on that she saw this as some kind of divine intervention. That she and George were meant to connect at the same time that Frank's involvement with someone else was exposed. She rambled on, bubbling with enthusiasm, that this was just meant to be.

Then silence. George had sat there, quietly listening, never uttering a word in agreement. Suddenly terrified, Carla questioned herself, "have I overstepped my bounds; read this all wrong? Is George ready for all this?"

Cautiously, she turned her head to look for his reaction. Straight faced, he looked into her eyes for what seem to her to be an eternity. Then came a smile that she would remember forever. She matched him smile for smile until their lips met for a kiss that rivaled any that either had ever had before. They would have still been in a lip lock if not for the sound of their waiter clearing his throat. Smiling, but not embarrassed, they quickly chose the first thing they saw on the menu. Agreeing with whatever wine the waiter suggested, they patiently awaited his departure. As though to finish what the waiter had interrupted, they kissed once more, confirming their feelings for one another. 




Remodeling Carla Ch. 04



Throughout the meal, Carla sat as close to George as she could, without sitting in his lap. She giggled at him as he tried to eat left-handed, but she didn't want to move. She had waited too long to be this close to him again. Except to let him use his right hand to cut his veal, she held it tight under the table. Even with two hands, cutting his veal parmigiana proved difficult as Carla's now-free left hand was given to roam around his nether region. She was truly enjoying her meal.

Their food lived up to its reputation, but for all the attention they paid to each other, they could have been eating cold pizza. After the plates were cleared, they sat and quietly whispered and nuzzled each other. In the midst of nibbling at her neck, he stopped and under his breath uttered,"Damn it."

"What?" she asked, peeved by the interruption.

"I meant to order spaghetti with my meal," he said.

She looked at him as though to ask," Yeah, so?"

"I wanted to do the scene from Lady and the Tramp, where they shared the same strand of spaghetti." He said, disappointment in his voice.

Her heart melted as she they shared another kiss, tongues dueling.

"Let's get out of here," she said.

"No dessert?' he queried.

Her eyes aflame with desire," I've got your dessert, Mister!"

"WAITER, CHECK PLEASE!"

Out in the parking lot, they shared another deep kiss and a hug. "Your place or mine?" they said simultaneously. 

Carla, without hesitation said," I don't even know what part of town you live in; how about your place?"

Walking her to her car," I'll meet you at the entrance and you can follow me home. I'm driving an older blue car."

Waiting at the entrance to the parking lot, a vibration rocked her Honda. Pulling up beside her was a deep blue metallic muscle car. The engine revved, rocking her little car. Seeing George behind the wheel, she rolled her window down as he shouted over the din of the 400 cubic inches," Follow me, I won't loose you."

Following close behind, her Civic struggling to keep up, she reflected on how little she really knew about George. She knew about his business obviously, but beyond a little small talk about likes and dislikes, she knew very little about his personal life, much less his past. She knew he had never been married, but never asked why. She couldn't recall him ever talking about family. He seemed to have a knack for turning conversations in the direction that suited him. The car was her first glimpse at a side of George that she was eager to explore.

On the road for about 20 minutes, she followed him into what she recognized as an older part of town. Never having really explored the city much, she knew that this had been a fairly swanky area in its day. Finally pulling off the street, they passed between two stacked-stone columns and followed a circuitous driveway bordered by overhanging trees. Eventually they stopped in front of grand two-story home in the Craftsman style. 

Stepping from the car, Carla looked up, her mouth open in awe. George sidled up beside her and said," Welcome to my humble abode."

Even in the dark, with what little lights shown on the outside of the house and on the surrounding grounds, she was beyond impressed. "George, it's gorgeous!" she exclaimed.

Taking her by the hand, he led her up the steps to the front porch. "I bought the place about 15 years ago and it was a real mess. It had been deserted for a decade. Everyone told me I should just scrape it and start over."

Opening the massive front door and letting her in, he continued. "This has always been my favorite architectural style. When I stumbled onto this place, I could barely afford it, much less fix it up, so I lived in my camper out back and fixed it up a little at a time." The entry they stood in was a monument to wood and carpentry. Stairs led to the second floor and doors, left, right and center, led to the living room, the dining room and the kitchen. Adjacent to the kitchen was a butler's pantry and mud room. There was also a small bedroom and a bath tucked neatly under the stairs and second floor landing. 

Continuing the tour of the ground floor, hand in hand, he explained as they entered the kitchen; "I tried to stay true to the times, but I made certain adjustment to bring the house up to date and make it more comfortable. I like to cook when I find the time, so I kind of went overboard on the kitchen." Filled with commercial grade appliances, the accompanying cabinetry retained the straight-lined, no-nonsense craftsman style. All Carla could do was squeeze his hand tighter as she heard the passion in his voice as he described his home.

The living room was equally impressive with the wood paneling, the beams on the ceiling and the tiled fireplace. All the furniture was period and the place looked as though it was prepped to be photographed for a magazine. "A single man can't really live here," she thought to herself.

Ready to ascend to the second floor, she stopped him at the bottom of the stairs. "Do you mind if I take these off? "She asked, pointing to her high healed sandals. Turning her around, he had her sit on the stairs as knelt to remove her shoes. As he held her left ankle to undo the buckle, he realized what it was that he noticed was different about her at the restaurant. Her skin seemed to be a slightly darker shade than when he had been in this position last. Removing the shoe, he gave her foot a quick massage that sent a shiver to her core. Repeating the process on her right foot, he ran his hand up her calf and gave it a squeeze. He stood, and offering his hands, he pulled her to her feet and they embraced, her standing on the first step, bringing them eye to eye.

"Shall we check out the bedrooms?" he asked.

Unspeaking, she turned and lead him up the stairs, his hand in hers and his eyes on her butt. At the top of the stairs, he explained that there had been four bedrooms, the master and three smaller bedrooms. He had converted one room to his office and another he said was incorporated into the master suite. Seeing a question building behind her eyes, "You'll see," he said winking.

All the rooms, including another bath, had doors onto this landing. Walking toward the master bedroom, she glanced into his office. Filled with a desk and adjoining plan table, the room felt very cozy, very George. On the desk, the over-sized monitor caught her eye as the screen saver, on a slide show mode, displayed one of the pictures of her in her bikini. She felt honored, then flushed, as a larger-than-life shot of her perky ass, complete with the nearly hidden g-string, filled the screen. Turning back to follow him into the bedroom, she planted both hands on his butt and squeezed his cheeks as she hurried him along. Her pussy began to moisten as the picture reminded her of her surprise for George. 

Entering the master bedroom, Carla stopped and took it all in. She absolutely loved this room. Again wood paneling and beams on the ceiling set the tone. A fireplace with bookshelves on each side made up one wall. In front of the fireplace sat a love seat. On the opposite wall was a bed so massive, it had to be have been custom made. Side tables with Tiffany glass lamps completed the look. On an adjacent wall was nothing but windows and French doors. She could see twinkling lights in the distance and tried to orient herself, wondering what the daytime view was. Turning back to the wall where they had entered, there was another door. "Where does that lead? "She asked.

"Let's find out, "was the answer. 

A short hall led to two doors. The first one stood open. He leaned in beside her and flipped the switch. A good sized walk-in closet contained George's small wardrobe and nothing else. There was an excess of empty hang rods and shelves. Carla gave him that questioning look again and he answered with a shrug. Turning off the light, he turned her toward the other door. Again leaning into her and reaching for the switch, he flipped on the light. Presented was an okay-sized bathroom. It fit the period of the house and had a standard sized tub tucked into the corner. "Pretty weiney sized tub" she kidded, making reference to the nearly Olympic sized tub that George had installed in her house.

Grasping her shoulders, he turned her toward an opening to the right of tub and flipped another switch. A low light came on and just beyond the opening was a glass door. Turning up the light, George said, "I told you I prefer showers." Carla stood there, gawking. Before her was the biggest shower she had ever seen. It was a veritable collection of satin chrome knobs and valves. There were shower heads and spray heads and spigots covering the walls. It looked like there was seating for at least 6 people. The walls and floor were encased in a dark stone and a myriad of light fixtures and shower heads filled the ceiling. She did two full turns trying to take it all in. "You must need a flight manual for this thing, "She said.

"As a matter of fact," He said, pointing to a waterproofed notebook on a chain, hanging in one corner.

"Unbelievable," she said, still stunned. Looking down at the floor at her bare feet, he read her mind.

"Heated floor and seats," he said. "It's also a steam room."

Taking her hand, he led her out of the shower. "C'mon, I want you to see the view." Opening the French doors, they walked out onto a large deck. "We're looking to the south and you can see downtown, and the harbor. You can also see planes landing on the other side of the bay. He stood behind her, his arms around her, protecting her from the cool breeze. Glancing to her left, she saw a vinyl cover. "Oooh, hot tub? 'She asked. He nodded in the affirmative. "Can we? "She asked. 

"I don't know that I have anything in your size," he answered, referring to a swimsuit. 

Turning, she placed her hand on the front of his pants, running it up and down his length. "I beg to differ."

"Now fire that thing up, "She said as she headed for the bedroom. Turning back to him, she asked, "Do you have any wine in the cellar?"

As he was removing the spa cover he answered, "I haven't finished digging the cellar yet, but there is a wine fridge in the kitchen. The glasses are in the cabinet above it and the opener should be in the drawer to the right." 

Turning back to the bedroom, she looked back at him over her shoulder. Carrying the cover to the side, he glanced at her as she lifted the back of her dressed and wiggled her bare ass at him, and then skipped off into the bedroom. Giggling like a little girl, she skipped across the room and did a little forward roll across the bed on her way out the door.

After snooping around in the kitchen a bit, Carla found the wine, glasses and opener and made her way back up the stairs. Awaiting her on the bed was a white terry cloth robe. Sitting the wine on the bedside table, she undressed. Looking at herself in the full length mirror, she said to herself, "I hope he likes his surprise." Putting on the robe, she walked out onto the deck. Small lights around the perimeter of the deck gave the area a soft glow. Music came from somewhere, the volume down low.

George was already in the tub, the jets bubbling, and the spa lights off. "Show time, "She told herself. Carla set the wine on a table and managed to pull the cork. Setting the bottle and glasses next to the Jacuzzi, Carla turned back to a chair to remove her robe. With her back to George, she untied the sash and the garment began a slow descent. Watching him over her shoulder, she let the robe fall to her waist, her arms still in the sleeves. Dropping her arms, the robe fell freely at her feet. George's focus followed the robe down over her butt and then quickly moved back up. He stood and moved across the spa to get a closer look. Looking down his torso, Carla smiled at his reaction.

What appeared to be the top of her g-string quickly transformed into a tan line as she turned to face him. Two or three shades lighter, he saw the ghost of a very small bikini. The face of the g-string had barely covered her treasure, still neatly shaved. It glistened with anticipation in the subtle light. Each of her firm breasts framed a fainter triangle that just covered her light areola. Her nipples gave testament to the cool breeze that blew. 

Giving him time to drink her in, she stepped slowly to him. Her toes touched the fiberglass edge. Simultaneously his hands slid up the back of her thighs to their favorite resting place while his nose and tongue came to rest in her sex. 

Holding her tight to his face, her hands on top of his head, he turned and slowly bent forward, laying her into the spa. Now floating face up in a spa with a voracious man buried in her pussy, Carla began to quiver. Sucking in the cool night air, George gave her her first climax of the night, nursing on her clitoris. 

Sensing that the continuing shivering was now probably from the cold; George pulled her into his lap, embracing her. Sitting back in the spa, their heads just poked above the water. Carla kissed and licked herself off his face. His hard cock was wedged between them and she moved up and around as though trying to get him to enter her through her belly button.

Slowing the pace and remembering the wine, George plucked her from his lap and sat her down on a strategically placed jet. She jumped and squealed as a compressed stream of water and air rushed across her sensitive sex. Leaning out to fill their glasses, George sensed the counter attack. Careful not to let him spill, Carla leaned across his back, her tits pressing into his back. Nibbling on the back of his neck and ear, her left hand found his cock. Stroking it lovingly, "I've got big plans for this later on," She said. Reaching for her glass with her unoccupied hand, she gave him a final squeeze and sat back in the warm water. 

Sitting across from each other, they were relegated to playing a little footsie as the spa was too wide. Sipping their wine, they sat in reflection, gazing into each others eyes. After a bit, George reached over and turned off the jets, the night suddenly quiet. Reaching again, the lights in the spa revealed what the bubbles had hidden. George stared at the beauty opposite him, thankful for his good fortune. As the water settled, her figure was clearly revealed. "So did you like your surprise?" She inquired.

He nodded in the affirmative, "You've discovered one of my fetishes. I've always thought that women were at their sexiest in just a bit of clothing. A little mystery, a little tease." He said. "Naked is nice, but the tan lines remind you of what you were hoping to get a glimpse of and you appreciate it just that much more."

"Well I'm glad you like it, and I'll try to work on my tan more. I wanted to do this for you after I noticed your interest on the bikini site. This is one of those spray jobs. I was a little worried that I'd come out some funny color." 

"Well, before the chlorine reacts to the color, we better get out of here!" he said.

"What?" she shrieked as she bounded out of the spa. Hearing his laughter, she turned, her eyes shooting daggers.

"I'm sorry, I was kidding," he said, "but I was ready to get out anyway. The combination of the warm spa and the cold air starts to give me a headache," he said as he stepped out onto the deck.

"I'll give you a headache," She said as she gave chase. A couple of naked laps around the deck and George darted into the bedroom. Close behind, she saw him duck to the bathroom and knew she had him cornered. Cautiously peeking around the door jamb, he was nowhere in sight. Momentarily, a soft glow and the sound of rain emanated from the shower. Beckoning her, she joined him in a gentle rain falling from the ceiling. A warm breeze blew from a source unseen and the sounds of tropical birds echoed from the distance. 

Wrapped in his arms, the joke forgotten, she knew that she never wanted to leave this place or this man. Staring up at him, she relayed her feelings telepathically. In answer, he looked deeply into her, clear to her heart and whispered," May I make love to you?" She nearly fainted.

Lightheaded and on wobbly legs, he helped her from the shower and gently dried her. Leaning against the wall and wrapped in a towel bigger than she was, she regained her composure, watching him towel off. Naked, he picked her up, towel and all and carried her to his bed. Laying her down, he felt the cold. In their playful state, they had left the French door open and the cool breeze had filled the room. Closing the door, he pressed a button that lowered the light level to a romantic glow. Stepping into the closet, he returned with a large, down filled comforter. Carla enjoyed watching him bouncing around the room in his birthday suit. Returning to the bed, George, quickly removing her towel, plucked Carla up and slipped her under the cool sheets. Throwing the comforter on top, he joined her, pulling her to him, sharing his warmth.

Gentle kisses and soft caresses quickly chased away the chill. As the comforter became too warm, the kisses became passionate and the caresses turned to fondling. Soon kisses and fondling became a ravenous lovemaking. Comforter and sheets on the floor, they wrestled for dominance, each wanting to please the other. Looking for a compromise, Carla slid her pussy onto his face as she took his rigid cock into her throat. Trying mightily to pleasure him, George's skills were too distracting for Carla to handle. Sliding off his drenched face, she kissed him as she pushed down on his chest. "Now lay there and behave," She ordered, "it's my turn.

Starting at his feet, she tried to replicate his erotic technique. A bit uncomfortable at first, he gave in to the sensations, closing his eyes. She continued up his legs, alternating left to right, massaging him, eliciting soft moans. Satisfied with his reactions, she moved north, caressing his thighs, her fingers occasionally brushing his balls. Straddling his right leg, she bypassed his wavering penis. Her juices flowed, matting the sparse hair on his thigh as she move to and fro, rubbing and massaging him, belly to shoulder. Sitting up, no longer able to wait, she grasped his rigid member with both hands, gently squeezing and pulling, she looked at him and requested," Now?"

Following her lead as she rolled onto her back, he reached back toward the bedside table. Sensing his intent, she touched his back, "No, I'm good."

Smiling, he knelt between her legs as she spread wide. "I have no doubt," he answered. Looking down, he watched as she held him, guiding him, no more waiting. Releasing him, giving him control, she felt him probing slowly. Short little strokes lubed his crown, her juices preparing for his arrival.

Reaching for a pillow and putting it under her head and shoulders, he held himself above her on outstretched arms. Catching her eyes, she followed his as he gazed down her lithe body. Probing a little deeper, he could feel her undulations trying to draw him in. "Watch us," he said, "Watch us make love." 

Both looking down, they watch his final thrust as they were joined completely. The head of his penis tickled her cervix as he wiggled his ass, as though in celebration, a little celebratory dance. The motion rubbed him against her clit. Her pussy grabbed his cock as it spasmed in orgasm. Looking up at him with fire in her eyes she commanded him,"Fuck me!"

Wrapping her legs under his butt, she spurred him on as though riding a horse, pulling his cock into her. His arms now under her, hands under her shoulders, he pulled her onto his cock, meeting her rhythm. Long solid strokes, her insides rippling as his cock seemed to grow thicker each time he impaled her. Their bodies sliding against each other; perspiration for lubrication; they tested the permanence of an applied tan.




Remodeling Carla Ch. 04



Beginning to overheat, George rolled onto his back, feeling her pussy grab tight, not wanting to lose him. Sitting upright, Carla was on her knees, straddling him. Her hair was a mess, sticking to her sweat soaked body. Winding it up and then doing that knotting thing that women do to hold their hair back, she stared down at her lover. There was no doubt who was in control now. Rising up, they both watched as he nearly slipped from her. The tip of his cock just rested at her entrance, her inner lips caressing him with a kiss. He watched in fascination as her lips undulated, as though sucking on his helmet. Teasing, she slid down his pole, short little strokes. Each time a little lower until they were once again securely mated. Bottomed out, she settled in, like a bull rider preparing for that eight second ride. Carla grabbed his hands and slid them up, up to her perfect breasts. He thumbed her nipples. Once she was secured and ready for the gate to open, she said to him in a throaty rasp," I'm going to fuck you now! I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked! And when I tell you to cum, you will cum! Do you hear me?"

Nodding, dumbfounded, his cock pulsating, he held on tight, willing himself to give her the ride of her life. 

Starting slow, she slid his full length, twisting slightly. Speeding up a bit, the strokes got shorter, undulating to and fro like a belly dancer. She searched for the angle that would brush her g-spot. Her pussy muscles began to clench and unclench, trying to milk him, coax his seed to the surface. Then at a frantic pace, she pounded him, her pussy in constant spasm, climax on top of climax. Sweat dripped off her nose and her body glistened. She stared at him as though possessed. "God I love you!" she cried. "Now cum for me, you fucker! Give it to me!"

Grabbing her hips, he pulled her tight to his crotch, grinding his pubic bone against her clit. She screamed as his butt came off the bed, lifting her, his cock exploding deep within her. He roared with his release. She cried as she felt him give her a gift like she had never received before. 

George was light headed as he reached up to help Carla lay down on top of him. Still coupled, they softly kissed. He ran his hands up and down her soft back, petting her, invariably stopping at the sweet ass that had become his obsession. Teasing, George flexed his cock, sending another ripple of pleasure to her core. She responded by squeezing him back, milking the last drop from his softening cock. 

Lying on top of him, she whimpered as he slipped from her warm confines. Their combined juices flowed. George could feel them flow over him, coating his deflated balls, down the crack of his ass. "You made a mess," He said, kissing the end of her nose.

"I did?" she answered, licking his. 

Neither one really caring, they shared a good night kiss. Carla rolled to her side and managed to reach the sheets on the floor. George reached behind his head and pushed a switch that turned off the remaining lights. Turning back to her, she lay on her side, her back to him. Fluffing up his pillow, he slipped in beside her.

Spooning, he nestled his sticky cock into her butt. She wiggled it until his dick was settled into her crack. Draping his arm over her, she grabbed his arm, pulling him tight to her. His hand resting on her right breast, he nuzzled her neck, smelling her. 

As Carla was about to drift off to sleep, she muttered, giggling as though to herself," I forgot to count."

"What?" he asked

"Oh, nothing," she said softly, "Nothing." 

Pulling him closer and placing her hand over his on her breast, "Much more than twelve," she said softly. With a smile, she fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

Puzzled, he snuggled back in and on the back of her neck he placed a last good night kiss.



Remodeling Carla Ch. 05



George awoke in the same position he fell asleep in the night before. Their lovemaking last night was a first for them both. Never mind that it was the first time it went beyond oral sex. It was the first time that George had ever been ravaged by a woman. Carla found another part of herself that George was more than happy she had discovered. The dirty talk and animal-like passion from her just made him that much hornier. When he finally came, it was like nothing he had ever felt before. 

And for Carla, well once again, George took her somewhere completely foreign. She found another side of herself, which she never in her wildest dreams would have thought existed. She had truly been a wild woman. 

Trying not to wake her, George pried himself loose from. Their combined juices had them glued together. It was no wonder he didn't move all night. Standing by the bed, he looked back at her. She looked angelic laying there, a disheveled angel to be sure, but an angel in his eyes. He gently moved the hair from her face and kissed her forehead.

George took a quick shower in the rain and drug a razor over his face. Figuring on making her breakfast in bed, George slipped on his shorts and shirt and got ready to go downstairs.

As he stepped back into the bedroom, he saw his angel was still fast asleep. She had managed to kick off the covers and was on her back, her arm stretched out to his side of the bed, as though searching. Sitting beside her, he just stared, taking in her beauty. Brushing her hair back again, he ran his fingers down along her face, tracing her jaw, back to her lips, running his finger across them. Carla unconsciously licked her lips, brushing his fingertip. 

His journey continued, down her neck until he found the tan line, her gift to him. His dick responded as he recalled his first look at her by the spa. His finger continued down the line to her left breast and he traced the little triangle that barely contained her nipple. Unable to resist, he wet his finger and circled her hardening nubbin a couple of times. Continuing on, he repeated the procedure on her right side before traversing down her stomach toward her bejeweled navel. 

Slowing to take a couple laps around her cute little 'inny', he ventured on to the promise land. Coming to a perpendicular line, he traced it till it fell off both hips. Returning to the apex, he traced a slightly larger triangle that again was barely effective in its task. Careful not to touch her girlish slit, he moved on down both legs, ending at her toes, where he softly placed ten little kisses. 

Prying himself away, he headed downstairs to survey the kitchen and see how creative he was going to have to be. First though, he stepped out onto the front porch to survey the day. It looked like another day in paradise.

In the kitchen, the first step, as it was every morning, was to get the coffee started. That underway, he scrounged around in the fridge and gathered up the makings for a couple decent omelets. Just as he was pouring his first cup of joe for the day, he heard the shower upstairs running. "Sleeping beauty has risen, "he said to no one in particular. Grabbing two mugs, he poured the coffee and headed upstairs.

When he reached the bedroom door, the room resonated with Carla's giggling and laughter. Peeking into the bathroom, he saw that the shower lights shone dimly. George set the mugs on the counter and peeked around the corner into the shower. 

Inside was his little water nymph standing under a waterfall that cascaded down from one wall. Carla ran her fingers through her hair, rinsing out the shampoo that glistened as it ran down her toned back and funneled through her ass crack. George never envisioned such a sight when he designed the shower.

Carla turned, giving him just enough time to hide again. Waiting a second, he glanced in again to find her perusing the instructions. Giggling and clapping like a little girl who was just given a puppy, she skipped to one corner of the shower. George knew immediately what was going to happen next. This was the corner he called the 'massage corner'. It consisted of three vertical rows of heads, six heads in each row. Each head has its own valve and pump. The pumps were adjustable so that the water oscillated at whatever frequency you wanted. In addition the heads were also directionally adjustable. Last but not least were two vertical grab bars. 

The original intent was that you could set up the corner to massage any part of your body, from head to foot. George was guessing that this little sex kitten was not interested in a massage. Playing with the valves and nozzles and adjusting the pumps was like playing in the sprinklers and George enjoyed the show. 

Finally, she seemed to have it set up just like she wanted. Four of the jets, located just above and below nipple level were set on a gentle stream. "Clever girl," he thought. These jets would be like gentle fingers pinching her nipples. Further down at tummy level, the six jets were set on a gentle fog, just enough to keep you warm. The last jets were down at knee level and they were concentrated on her sweet spot, set to pulsate at different times, like three little water machine guns.

Grabbing onto the bars, Carla faced the wall and moved around trying to find the right footing. George was treated to an erotic masturbation dance as she undulated and twisted, like she was teasing the water, prolonging its agony. With her eyes closed, luckily for George, she turned her back to the corner to see what she could accomplish on this side. The upper jets simply massaged her back while Carla danced to find just the right spot for the lower jets. Standing still, she leaned slightly forward and reached back to spread her ass cheeks. George could see her shudder. Only now did George realize that he had absentmindedly been stroking his cock throughout this demonstration.

Returning his gaze to Carla, she turned back to the wall, evidently in search of an orgasm. George had other ideas. Quickly shedding his clothes, he stepped softly behind her and careful not to frighten her. Starting at her heels, he slowly drug his fingernails up her legs, sending a shiver down her spine. Standing up straight, he had a butt cheek in each hand and massaged each in unison as he let his fingers crawl between her cheeks, teasing her pussy lips and her little star. Running his fingers across her anus, Carla let out a moan that could easily be heard over the water. Moving up, he ran his nails up her back and sides. Reaching around in front, he battled the spray heads for domination of her breasts as he ground his pelvis into her ass.

Carla was just below the peak, ready to shoot over the top and tumble down the other side. Turning her head, she kissed him hard while reaching back, grasping for his cock. He teased her for a few seconds, playing keep-away, until she broke their kiss and whispered in his ear, "Fuck me, Please!"

Relenting, he let her find him. Grasping his rigid cock, she pulled him to her, running his tip in her crack, pausing at her puckered anus. Letting go momentarily, she regained control as she reached between her own legs, drawing him to her greedy pussy. Carla ran his cock along the length of her slit, priming him for penetration. 

Sensing that the timing was right, George took control. He returned her breasts to the tickling jets and grabbed her by the hips. Carla was more than ready and released his cock and white-knuckled the grab bars. Bending his knees slightly, his lubricated crown found her portal and with one upward motion, buried himself to the hilt. Carla cried in passion as her inner walls undulated, pulling him to her core. George could feel her crest the summit, an orgasmic quake racking her body, both thankful for the grab bars.

Letting her catch her breath, George place his hands on hers on the bars and leaned into her, kissing the back of her neck and nuzzling at her ear. George began a slow grind, rotating his hips, his cock stirring the pot. Carla responded with a counter rotation, pushing back, assuring she had all he had to offer. 

George felt his own climax building and was determined that Carla get one more for good measure. Grabbing her hips once more, he tried to place her in the path of those upward shooting jets. Sensing his intent, Carla half-heartedly tried to thwart his efforts, pushing back, only mating them that much more securely. With final determination, George squatted slightly and thrust up, pushing her clit directly in line of the licking jets. Her feet no longer touched the floor as his cock bumped her cervix. She was impaled on his cock, hanging on for dear life. Feeling his tip tickle her depths, George released his payload, spurt after spurt, filling the gaps between his cock and her inner walls. Her body responded to the attack. Her pussy contracted and pulsed, unsure whether to strangle the intruder or try to suck the life out of him. Grabbing the rails even tighter, she went rigid as her pussy tried to drown her attacker, flooding him with her juices. 

Sensing surrender, George set her on her feet and hugged her tight, his arms under her breasts. Her heavy breathing loosened his embrace as her grip on the bars kept them both upright. Regaining his strength and feeling his troops retreating, he turned her and kissed her softly. Staring deeply into one another's eyes, nothing need be said of love, it was that apparent. Embracing again, George reached with one hand and shut down the 'massage corner', thinking that a new name may be in order. 

Half carrying her with his hands under her butt, he placed them under the falling rain for a final rinse. 

They were both still weak and the coffee was cold as they stepped from the shower. Under the heat lamps, they dried each other, slowly, deliberately. They paused after drying their favorite spots to anoint them with gentle kisses. Needless to say, it seemed to take George forever to finish his job, but this was one customer who wasn't about to complain. 

Putting the finishing touches on, George combed out and dried her hair, never taking his eyes off her reflection in the mirror. 

Satisfied that her hair was dry, he patted her on the ass, "All done, now how about some breakfast?"

Turning, she hugged him tight and kissed his chest, taking a nip at one of his nipples, "Yeah, I worked up a bit of an appetite. A little warmer cup of coffee would be nice too."

As George headed to the closet to get dressed, it dawned on him that all Carla had was the little black dress that she wore last night. Grabbing a robe, he said," I guess this will have to do for now"

Smiling, she took her keys from her clutch purse and tossed them to him. "Trunk, "was all she said.

Obediently, he set off down stairs and returned with a gym bag. Reaching into the bag, Carla retrieved a pair of boy shorts, her standard short, shorts and a cut-off tee.

Watching her dress he said, smirking, "A little presumptuous?'

"Hopeful," she answered, as the tee shirt slid across her hard nipples. 

Trundling down the stairs into the kitchen, George went to the fridge to fetch the omelet makings while Carla sought out the coffee maker. Pouring herself a cup, she looked out the window at her first daytime view of George's property. She was awestruck; so much so that she overfilled her mug. Grabbing a paper towel, she sopped up her mess while she looked out another window. All she could see were trees, big trees. 

Grabbing her coffee, Carla stepped out onto the back deck and took in the panorama. They were in the middle of a forest, or so it seemed. Still trying to make sense of it, George yelled out, "How is it out there? Warm enough to eat outside?" Carla managed a, "Uh, yes." 

"Well come and get it," he yelled, "This ain't a restaurant." Carla pried herself loose from the view and went in to help.

Setting their food down on the patio table, Carla finally asked, "What is this place?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, we're still in the city, right? But all I see is a forest. "She said, as she watched a couple squirrels chase each other across the ground from tree to tree.

"Well, "explained George, "around 1905, a lumber baron from up north bought these five acres and built this house. Over the years he brought in seedlings and small trees and planted his own forest. I'm told that there are 50 or 60 varieties of trees here, some of which probably have no right to even survive, but here they are." Continuing, "I don't do anything but clear dead branches and such. It pretty much takes care of itself. I've always suspected that the golf course that's further up the hill here provides me with all the water and nutrients the trees need. 

"Wow, five acres? The building business must be pretty good," she said smiling. 

George laughed out loud, "Well, like I said last night, when I bought the place, it didn't look this good. I've just fixed it up as I could afford to. There is always something to do on it and I probably won't be done with it until I sell it."

Nearly forgetting her breakfast, Carla sat quietly and ate, taking in the beauty of the property. The tranquility was contagious, the only sounds being the birds and the wind whispering amongst the boughs.

Carla jerked slightly, as her mind rewound what George had just said, ", and I probably won't be done with it until I sell it." 

"We can't sell it!" she suddenly blurted out, quickly wishing she could suck the words back into her mouth.

Blushing, she slowly looked up at him. "We can't, huh? He questioned with a quizzical smirk.

Trying to backpedal, "Well, I mean, you don't want to sell this place. It's perfect, I mean it's so peaceful and gorgeous, and the house is so you. Why would you ever want to move?"

Not willing to let her loose quite that easily he said, "Well it's a lot more than a single guy needs and as I get older, it'll just be that much more to take care of."

Trying to regain a little ground, she said as she got up to take her dishes into the kitchen," Well if you play your cards right, you might find someone to help you out with that." Stopping at the doorway, and bending over slightly, she wiggled her ass at him and giggled as she went on inside. George knew that he had lost this round.

Quickly cleaning up the breakfast mess, he asked, "Would you like to see the rest of my kingdom?"

"I would be honored, my Lord, "as she managed a curtsy in her miniscule shorts.

With a quick hug and a kiss, he turned her and swatted her on the butt, "Then off with you to put on some appropriate footwear."

Giggling, she skipped out of the kitchen toward the stairs, "Yes my Lord."

George could only shake his head and laugh at her playful nature.

Waiting for her in the entry, George put on a pair of sneakers he kept by the door. Hearing her at the top of the stairs, he turned to watch her. Still playing the part, she held one hand out as though lifting up the base of her gown, her other hand on the banister. She descended slowly, her name being announced to the ballroom below, all those present enthralled by her beauty. 

George was indeed spellbound. The little shorts and cropped tee were more to his liking than a silk gown. And the frayed ball cap fit her as well as any tiara would. And even the worn running shoes seemed a fine substitute for a pair of glass slippers. 

Meeting her at the base of the stairs, he took her hand in his and kissed it. "My lady, "He bowed, making a sweeping gesture toward the front door, "Your kingdom awaits."

Breaking character, Carla leapt into his arms, wrapping herself around him, smothering him with her kiss. Still hugging, she whispered in his ear, "I love you." 

Waiting for just the right amount of time, he responded, "I love you too."

Hand in hand, they stepped outside onto the front porch. It ran the full length of the house and was about 10 feet deep. At one end was the required porch swing and scattered along the remainder were chairs and tables and a couple of rocking chairs. "Between here and the back deck, you can always find a comfortable place to read a book or just relax. Stepping down from the porch, the front drive that they came up last night was just ahead and off to the left a bit and it turned into the trees. Straight off to the left was a narrow drive that turned left again along the side of the house and a matching one was on the right.

"Well, you have a choice to make, "He said. "On your left is the road to the garage and my shop. To the right is the carriage house."

"Carriage house?" 

Turning to the right he continued, "There was a carriage house here that burned down long before I bought the place. I had one picture and some of the old foundation left to try to duplicate it, at least on the outside. It isn't big enough for my garage and shop, so I built that on the other side of the property, over a little rise so you can't see it from either building. I didn't try to make the garage building a period piece, because all the proportions were just wrong."

"So what do you use the carriage house for?"

Turning the corner, it came into view. "Well let's just go see, shall we?"

The building did look like a carriage house of the day, with the big swinging doors. In this case, they were just for show, and they went in a smaller door neatly disguised in the middle. They stepped into a good sized entry. "Off to the left is what I call the play room, "He said, letting her lead. It was one big room dominated by a small theater on the far end. The screen must have been twelve feet wide and there was seating for about fifteen in the form of recliners and couches. Off to the side was a restored soda fountain and along side that was a popcorn maker like in the theaters. The other end of the room was the play area. There was pool table, a foosball table and three vintage pinball machines. In a corner there was a poker table and next to it, an old Wurlitzer. 

Moving on, Carla gasped, startled. Next to the record player sat a woman in an easy chair. She was blonde, with long hair and quite buxom and showing it. Her long shapely legs were crossed at the ankle. Her dress was quite short and her heels quite tall.  

George cussed himself, he had forgotten about Becky. Taking Carla by the hand, he led her toward the busty blonde, as though to introduce her. As she came to a stop in front of her, Carla realized that the woman had never moved. Before panic set in, she saw that the woman wasn't dead, she was fake, a mannequin, and a hell of a good one at that. Cautiously, Carla reached out and touched her cool cheek; soft but cool.

Looking a George quizzically, he turned them toward the door and said, "Her name is Becky. A gift, I'll explain later."

Carla simply nodded and looked over her shoulder as they left the room, making sure that Becky stayed put.

Back in the entry, George showed her the rest of the carriage house which was really like a spacious two bedroom apartment. "I built this as a guest house, although I have yet to have any guests. If I ever hit the lottery, I'll let the hired help stay here. More likely though, when I get to old to care for myself, I'll probably just rent it out cheap to get someone to take care of me."

Taking his hand as they stepped back outside, she said, "I thought we had already discussed that."

Now on a small path, they continued to walk, Carla still in awe of all the trees. After a few more minutes of walking they broke out into a clearing that was dominated by a huge granite boulder. The rock only stuck out of the ground about six feet and as George led her up the back side, he explained that he estimated that the boulder was really about twice as big as the house. Reaching the top, they were presented with a view that went on forever. The boulder was easily fifty feet across and fairly flat. It sat on the edge of a canyon that afforded the view. "From here you can see all of downtown and the harbor. The airport is just beyond that and then there is nothing but water."




Remodeling Carla Ch. 05



The view was certainly breathtaking. "This is one of my favorite spots, "He continued, "On a warm summer evening, I love to come out here with a six pack and watch the sunset and the city come to life at night." Carla knew that this would become one of her favorite spots also. Standing, holding hands, George glanced at his watch. "You know, if we don't want to starve to death, we better go do some grocery shopping. My cupboard is pretty bare after being gone most of last week.

Hoofing it back to the house, they set to putting together a shopping list. The female influence showed. He had never had a list that included feminine products on it. He also bowed to some foofy smelling things like room fresheners. His place didn't smell bad; he guessed it just smelled too manly. He learned that she couldn't drink whole milk, but hated low-fat yogurt. There also weren't enough representatives from the fresh produce section. Finally getting the list completed, Carla ran upstairs to change and said she'd meet him out front. 

George slid into the Buick and fired it up. The 400 cubic inches rumbled to life, emitting a throaty roar through the glass packs. He goosed it a couple times, letting Carla know he was waiting, not that it would speed up the process. A couple minutes passed until Carla opened the passenger door and slid as far to the left as was humanly possible. Even with the original bench seat, George was able to bootleg in a Hurst Speed Shifter. Carla never thought twice as she straddled the shifter. 

"Buckle up," He told her as he grabbed her knee, pretending to shift. 

Once they hit the street, Carla looked around the interior and commented, "Nice ride."

"Thanks, "He said. "It's just like the one I learned to drive in."

"Oh, so your Dad had a thing for cars too?"

"Actually, the car was owned by a woman, "pausing, "and not my mother."

"Oh really, "she said, "do tell."

"Well here goes, "he told himself. 

"Actually," he began, "I never knew my parents. I was raised in an orphanage in Cincinnati. I'm told that I was a baby when I got there and I was there for eighteen years, when they could finally boot me out."

"Why weren't you ever adopted? "She asked.

"I don't know, too ugly I guess." That got him a poke in the ribs. "I don't really know, honestly. I know as I got older, my odds of being adopted went down, but it really wasn't all that bad, I mean, it's all I ever knew. The nuns were okay, but I think what made it easy for me was Gus."

"Who was Gus?"

"Well, Gus was like the maintenance guy. He lived there on the property and just did whatever needed to be done. Gus let me hang out with him and I kinda became his helper. It was an old place and there always something to do. I guess Gus really influenced me when it comes to building. He was an Old World type, born in Germany. He taught me what he could while I was there and I really think I learned more from him than I did from the nuns.

"Anyway, when I turned eighteen, Gus called his younger brother Hans to see if he could use an apprentice. Hans was a home builder and lived here in town with his wife Mary. It was her car that I learned how to drive. Mrs. Hartzog was great. She would drive around with me so that I could get plenty of practice. When she was with me, we got about 20 miles to the gallon. When she wasn't around, I think I got about 10. I actually lived with them for a while in an apartment they had above their garage. I worked for Hans for 10 or so years until he passed on. Mrs. Hartzog didn't last much longer. I don't think she knew what to do without him. Gus died a few years after Hans."

George heard a little sniffle and looked over to see Carla wiping a tear from her eye. 

"Hey Sweetie, "putting his arm around her shoulder, "I didn't mean to make you cry. I mean, there is nothing to be sad about. I never knew my parents, but I had people who cared about me. I was sad when the Hartzogs had all passed, but I knew that they would want me to move on."

Blowing her nose, she sad quietly for a few moments. "I'm sorry, "She said, "I just got to thinking about my parents."

Thinking back, George realized that other than knowing that she and Frank were married just before they came out west, she had never spoken about her family. Recognizing dangerous ground, he asked, "anything you want to talk about?

Carla knew that she wanted to share everything with George, and now was as good a time as any. 

"Well, "she started, "you know I'm from Kansas and that is where I met Frank. I was born and raised on a farm outside a small town in central Kansas. There were my parents and my twin sister Cathy. It was a good sized farm that had been in my father's family for three generations. It looked like it would end with Dad though because my mom couldn't have any more kids after Cathy and I were born. I guess she almost died during the delivery." 

Pausing to take a breath, "Anyway, we had a typical farm upbringing I guess. We went to a little church every Sunday and we rode the bus to school in Salina. When we were little, Cathy and I were always close. We wore the same clothes and took great delight in the fact that most people couldn't tell us apart. Mom could tell us apart, but Dad never was sure who was who," she smiled. "In fact, when he wanted one of us, he just automatically called us both and then sorted it out when we got there. It was funny to us, but we knew it drove him crazy." 

"Anyway, things changed when we made it to high school. Cathy sort of rebelled and began to hang with a different crowd. She didn't want to dress alike anymore, and at the time it made sense to me. She just wanted to be her own person, not one of the twins." Pausing again, "It didn't upset me at all, but I think it hurt mom to see us begin to become women."

"Cathy was a hand full for my folks. She was always in trouble at school and her friends were the same way. She did it all; tried smoking, drinking and I was pretty sure that she lost her virginity when she was 16. I think I saw what it was doing to my parents so I took it upon myself to be the good daughter."

"Well, right after our junior year, Cathy got pregnant and boy did it hit the fan then." Carla paused in reflection, "then about mid-summer when Cathy was less than two months along, her and her boyfriend were in a car wreck. Her boyfriend died and Cathy lost the baby. My folks did everything they could for her, but Cathy just kind of crawled into her shell and didn't talk to anyone."

"Our senior year started out rough for Cathy. She just went through the motions. She finally got it together about three months before graduation, and seemed to be her old self. We talked about getting an apartment together after graduation and going to the local community college for a couple years, till we figured out what we wanted to do. It was just like when we were younger and I know my folks were relieved."

Carla shifted around a bit, taking time to construct the rest of the story in her mind. "With high school out of the way, Cath and I were making plans to move out, then, almost to the day of Cathy and her boyfriend's accident, our parents were killed by a drunk driver."

Wiping a tear from the corner of her eye, she continued, "Our whole world just kind of went to hell at that point. Thankfully, Dad had his act together and they had a trust that spelled out pretty much everything. Dad had a friend who was his lawyer and he really helped us a lot. It took a couple months to straighten everything out. It was really hard cleaning out the house and trying to figure out what to save and what to get rid of. It was really hard on Cathy I suppose, because she was just getting over losing her boyfriend and her baby."

"Anyway, we sold the farm and with that and insurance, Cath and I both had a decent little nest egg. I decided to go ahead and move to Salina and enroll in college in the spring, but Cathy felt she just needed to get away; too many memories I guess. Anyway, she moved to Florida and enrolled in an art school. We stay in touch, you know, cards and letters. We haven't seen each other since then though."

Stopping to blow her nose, "I went to college for a semester and that is where I met Frank; you know the rest, I guess."

Holding her tight, they drove the last few minutes to the grocery store. Pulling into a spot, George slipped it into park and softly caressed her knee. Looking up at him, she whispered, "Thank you."

Needing no further explanation, he opened his door and stepped out. Carla slid into the driver's seat and grabbed the wheel. Striking a pose, her legs stretched taut reaching for the pedals, "Whatcha think?" 

Her little shorts were pulled up her legs as far as possible and her shirt was pulled up a bit, showing a little midriff. Her hair hung loose, bracketing her face and the smile he loved was back. "Looks like our next photo shoot should include the Buick, "He answered, "its never looked this good."

Satisfied with his response, she swung her legs out and gave him a little glimpse of her camel-toe. Standing up, she followed his gaze to her crotch. Smiling, she pulled at the bottom of the legs, destroying his view. George frowned as Carla turned toward the store. As he followed close behind, admiring the view from this side, Carla made a quick turn between two cars to grab a cart. Quickly looking around, she mooned him, quickly pulling her shorts down and then back up. Laughing at him as she ran past him, pushing the cart, it took George a second to realize what had just happened and to give chase.

He caught her at entrance and rear-ended her as she waited for the automatic doors to open. He grabbed the cart handle with her wedged in-between and guided her into the store. Feeling his hardness poking her in the back, she jumped up, her feet on the back axle of the cart, her butt now at the proper elevation. He pinned her there, all the way to produce section before they decided that maybe their play was a little too obvious. 

Getting down to business, George pulled out the list and they got to it. Carla was big on fresh fruits and vegetables, and couldn't help but tease as she came to the cucumbers. Their antics continued as they traversed the aisles. Every time he had a chance, George would pin Carla against a shelf or case, reaching above her to get something. She responded by grinding back into him. Their joy of shopping did not go un-noticed. The old men shopping with their wives smiled at the younger couple, while the wives frowned in disapproval. Given a chance, Carla would wink at the man, more than likely making his day.

Finally finishing in the meat section, Carla handed George a rump roast, joking, "here, squeeze this a while. Mine's getting sore." Laughing, he threw it in the cart.

Even in the checkout line, George was relentless. While Carla thumbed through one of the gossip magazines, George's hand was in constant motion running up and down her ass and occasionally wrapping around her waist, under her shirt to play with the piercing in her belly button. Giggling, she slapped at his hand and put the magazine back on the rack. 

Finally out of the store and back in the parking lot, they loaded all the bags into the trunk. "Jeez, "George said, "did we leave anything on the shelves?" Tossing Carla the keys, George returned the cart to front of the store. 

Back at the car, Carla was behind the wheel with the window down. "Hop in, "she said, tilting her head toward the passenger door. Crossing his arms and giving her his best 'stern fatherly' look, she relented. Pouting as she slid to the right, the little girl said, "Poop, I never get to do anything fun!" 

Trying to retain the serious look on his face, George leaned in to the car and began tickling her. Carla squealed, not trying very hard to get out of reach. 

Satisfied that he had regained his dominance, George got behind the wheel and reached for the ignition. Carla interrupted him by grabbing his wrist and as he turned toward him, she sprung. Her lips on his, her tongue probing for his, they made out like a couple teenagers until Carla leaned into the horn, alerting everyone within earshot. 

Back in her seat and buckled up, they headed for home. Snuggled up to him, she said, "Thank you again for being such a good listener."

George put his right arm around her shoulder and pulled her in tighter, kissing the top of her head. With her head resting on his chest, she heard his heartbeat and willed hers to fall into step with his. Closing her eyes, she whispered, "I love you," and drifted off to sleep.

But a long nap was not in the cards. As Carla seemed to purr in contentment, nestled under his arm, his arm began to cramp up. Trying to move without waking her, he repositioned himself, letting his arm bend more at the elbow. Fortuitously, this brought his hand to rest on her right breast and unable to squelch his natural male inclinations, he began a slow rotational action, feeling her nipple hardening against his palm. Soon, he had no choice but to torment her rising little nubbin, tweaking it lightly between his fingers. 

Carla awoke with an ache in her pussy. Carla, like most women she supposed, had nipples that acted like on-off switches connected directly to the valve that control the flow of her pussy juices; and George had flipped the switch. All things being equal in love and war, Carla let her hand search for his weak point. Finding it laying along the side of his right leg, she massaged him through his shorts, quickly awakening him too. 

Sitting back upright, disconnecting him, she gave him a smoldering look. Pushing up with her legs, Carla slid her shorts and panties down to the shifter. Dumbfounded, George let her take his right hand and guide it to her soaked pussy. With her right hand holding his wrist, she moved his hand up and down, his middle finger gathering moisture with each pass. When she was sufficiently lubricated, George captured her vulva between his middle and index finger and squeezed as his hand moved, effectively jacking off her clit within. Carla controlled the pace, letting George control the pressure. Nearing the threshold, Carla picked up the pace. Looking at him, her lower lip quivering, she uttered, "Oh Fuck!" as her orgasm washed over her.

She held his hand tight to her, so sensitive that she couldn't take anymore. Her head dropped back against the seat, eyes closed. Seconds later, she lifted his hand to her lips, and licked of her residue. Watching him watch her, he licked his lips in want. Recognizing his need, she scooped two fingers worth of her juices and fed it to him. He suckled on her fingers like a newborn as she squeezed his cock once more. 

By the time Carla got her panties and shorts back around her beautiful butt, George was pulling into the drive. Putting it in park and running his hand up her thigh, Carla unbuckled and reached for the passenger door. Stepping out, she leaned back in and said, "I am so going to fuck you, mister!" as she closed the door and ran for the front door. 

Before she stepped into the house, she was jerked to a halt by a piercing whistle. Spinning to confront him, he merely nodded toward the trunk and said, "Groceries."

"Fine," she said, stomping down the stairs. 

Fidgeting like she had to pee real bad, she grabbed more bags than she could really carry once he had opened the trunk. Almost nonchalantly, he followed her into the kitchen with the remaining bags. Carla threw her bags on the island, George relieved that one of his bags contained the eggs. Like a thoroughbred bursting from the gate, Carla took off for the stairs. Unbelieving, another load whistle pulled her up short. Glowering as she stuck her head around the door frame, he said, "You're the one who wanted all this fresh stuff."

Unspeaking, like the Tasmanian Devil in a Looney Tunes cartoon, she spun around the kitchen, throwing things in the fridge and pantry. Seemingly finished in mere seconds she stopped directly in front of him. Her eyes were filled with fire and her nostrils flared as she breathed heavily, "Are we done now? "She challenged.

"One more thing," he said, holding up his index finger. 

As she stared at his finger, he grabbed her by the waist and picked her up and sat her down on the hardwood topped island. Not giving her time to protest again, he grabbed her by the back of his head and planted a ravenous kiss on her. Consumed with passion, she responded by wrapping her legs around his waist, unwilling to let him go. 

Needing to breath, George moved to her neck and ears, getting the reaction he wanted. Meanwhile his hands found the bottom of her shirt and drew it up her body, stopping long enough to squeeze her tits and tweak her nipples. Carla moaned loudly and he could smell her desire through her clothing. Carla raised her arms to assist him, only to find herself shackled by her shirt. George kissed her again, holding her arms skyward, and then proceeded on to her tits, drawing her nipples into his mouth, taking them between his front teeth and pulling back slightly. Her hips bucked him, trying to force her clit against something hard. 

Releasing his hold on her glorious breasts, he looked her in the eye as he slowly forced her to lie back on the island, her arms still wrapped up in her shirt. Freeing himself from her leg grip, he pulled her by the hips until her butt was at the edge of the counter. Grabbing her shorts, they slid down her thighs for the second time that afternoon. Nibbling at her legs as the shorts passed by, he pulled them and her sandals off and tossed them, uncaring, over his shoulder.

Taking a moment, he took in her beauty. Her chest heaved in anticipation of his next move. He didn't make her wait long. Dropping his head between her thighs, he held her legs at the back of her knees as he licked his way up each side to her lace covered treasure. Her juices beaded on the outside of her panties. He licked the excess off before he took her in his mouth and sucked, straining her juices through the material. Carla's tummy undulated as an orgasm rolled through her. 

Satisfied that he was off to a good start, George stood upright and held her legs up between his arms, her calves straddling his head. Reaching down, he grabbed the tiny strings that made up the sides of her thong and slowly brought them upward. Watching him raise his trophy up her legs, he paused when it reached his lips. Carla mimicked him as he wrapped his tongue under the lace and drew it into his mouth, her tongue drawing an imaginary pair into her mouth. She breathed in deeply as he drained it of her remaining fluids. George pulled them off the rest of the way, nipping at each big toe as a finale. 

Never one to rush a good thing, George slowly ran his hands up and down each leg, massaging them from bottom to top. In preparation for his final assault, George spread his feet apart a bit more and made sure they were firmly planted. Grabbing her by the hips, he pulled her up until her knees dropped over his shoulders. George then lowered his head and feasted on her. He drew his tongue to and fro, up and down encircling her outer lips. Straightening his tongue, he burrowed into her, his tongue lapping at her inner walls. Try as he might, he couldn't reach her g-spot, nearly dislocating his lower jaw in the attempt. Retreating, he ran his tongue between her inner and outer lips, lapping at her juices which now perked to the top like an artesian well.  Carla's only contact to the counter was her shoulders and the back of her head. Looking up between her breasts, her lover lapped at her liquid center; the noises were deliciously obscene and the feelings better than that. But she needed more and he sensed it. Easing her down, he laid her parallel to the edge of the top. She posed as a veritable smorgasbord. Starting on one end, he shared his appetizer with her as she licked herself from his face. Moving down he sampled her breasts once more, succulent and firm. He nibbled his way down her stomach to her navel and he picked at it with the tip of his tongue. Nearing the entrée, his tongue grazed the periphery, that wonderful crease that framed the main course.




Remodeling Carla Ch. 05



Carla dropped her right leg off the table, opening herself, beckoning him to dine. George slipped his middle finger in slowly, checking for doneness, to see if she was ready. She was more than ready as her pussy walls rippled, trying to capture him. Slipping in another finger, he delved deeper, occasionally hooking upward, feeling for her center. Finding the spot every third stroke, she whimpered, her hips pushing upward trying to increase the number of contacts. 

George moved to his left, his fingers never losing their rhythm. He re-visited her bellybutton, kissing and sucking its entirety. Moving on, he visited each breast briefly, lightly drawing his tongue around the base, ignoring her distended nipples. Reaching her lips, he kissed her lightly at first and then as he began to tease her with his tongue, he pulled his fingers deeper and upward into her pulsating pussy. Breaking their kiss, but not his digital assault, he looked into her eyes. They fluttered with her climax near; she managed to mutter a choked, "Now, please now!" 

Kissing her forehead lightly, he moved to her tits, taking one in his mouth and the other in his free hand. Pinching one, biting the other and now cupping her pussy, his fingers tapping on her g-spot, her clit rubbing against his palm, Carla's body shook as though in a seizure. She arched her back, trying to dig her heels into the maple top. Through her physical gyrations, she managed a guttural, "Fuuuccckkk!" 

Carla laid there, an occasional aftershock rolling through her, from her toes to her chest. Finally breathing normally, George slowly removed his fingers. Through narrow slits, she watched him lick his fingers clean. Another small wave rippled along her length. 

George stepped away long enough to get a damp washcloth and a couple of towels. He lovingly tended to her, helping her cool down. After a few minutes, Carla managed to open her eyes and pushed herself up slightly on her elbows. Twisting her head side to side, she said, "You need to remember the pillows next time." 

Smiling, he said, "Yes dear, 'as he scooped her up in his arms and carried her up the stairs. 

Managing to get her into the shower without banging her head on a door, he gently placed her on one of the benches and adjusted the massage corner. Finding her legs, she stepped to the corner and let the upper jets massage her neck and back while George and the other jets took care of the rest.

Revitalized, she gave George the quick once over, taking a little extra time as usual to tend to his more private areas. Turning off the shower, she led him out into the bathroom where they performed their drying ritual; wrapping each other in huge towels and rubbing and hugging each other to a proper state of dryness.

George reached around her with another towel and was drying her hair. Pulling away from him she said, "That's enough, you can wash it properly later. Now it's time for bed," as she led him to the bedroom.

Glancing at the clock on the side table he said, "It's not even six o'clock yet."

"Then a short nap, "she said as she dropped her towel and crawled under the sheets. He had no choice but to follow that lovely ass into bed. Moving her damp locks out of the way, he snuggled up to her warm butt. Draping his left arm over her and latching onto the nearest breast, he kissed the back of her neck. Sleep came quickly for them both.

Carla was the queen of power naps. She woke a couple hours later, feeling part of George trying to burrow into her. Carla carefully separated herself from his grasp and threw back the covers. George's cock stood out proudly, reaching for his navel. Carla hunkered down and licked him along his length, running her tongue around his balls. George groaned and then rolled onto his back, arms out as he claimed the entire bed. Given no other options, Carla carefully straddled his chest and on all fours, retrieved his rigid member and began to make love to it. Alternately licking, sucking and running her slickened hand along his length, she drew him from his dreams. 

Waking, he looked up and saw her shaven mound, lips glistening. Reaching up with both hands, he grabbed both cheeks and brought her down to his mouth, kissing her.

Carla raised her hips and looked down at him through her legs, his cock still in her hand. She winked at him and threw him a little kiss. Without uttering a word, she threw her leg over him and turned, facing the headboard. Moving up beside him on her hands and knees, she grabbed the headboard. Looking down at him, she nodded her head toward her ass. Knowing when to take a hint, George was quickly on his knees behind her. The view was spectacular. Her strong back and shoulders, stretching, crossed by two perpendicular tan lines. Her ass was something he would never tire of; round and sumptuous, firm and soft at the same time. The back of her thighs were toned and her calves and tiny feet were perfect. 

Beginning at her feet, he ran his hands up her legs, over her ass and along her back. His cock teased her as he stretched along her length. George made a quick pass at her tits, tweaking each nipple, before running his hands back along her sides to her luscious hind quarter. Carla looked back at him, licking her lips, that wanton look in her eyes. 

George grabbed both of her ass cheeks and spread them wide, exposing her completely. She sucked in a deep breath in anticipation. Bending down, George placed his tongue on her clit, already out of hiding, and traveled up her slit, his tongue flat for optimum coverage. His nose led the way and she squeaked when it tried to enter her ass. His tongue completed its tour at her little rosebud, circling it, probing lightly.

Carla shivered again as George ran the tip and back of his cock along her pussy, lubricating the shaft. Shining in readiness, he paused at her ass and poked at her opening, knocking at the door. She looked back at him and her eyes said, "Get on with it!"

Ever obedient, particularly at a time like this, George slid down slightly and easily slid inside, her pussy welcoming, without resistance. George marveled at the feeling as he reached bottom, so warm and snug. He began slowly, bringing the tip of his cock halfway out and then slipping back into the depths. Carla, her hands on the headboard, pushed back and forth with him, both with a common goal. 

Looking down, he watched his wet shaft push and pull her inner lips along. Her ass was spectacular. A beautiful seam that disappeared as it merged with her lower back, a magical spot. Deep in that valley was her little star, winking at him, in cadence with their fucking. George spread her cheeks wider, his right thumb sliding down to gather some of their juices. He rubbed her anus, little circular motions, as though spinning the dial on a safe, looking for the combination to unlock it.

Carla moaned continually now. Her mind willed him to cum; cum deep inside her. Her goal was to satisfy him, though she knew that anytime she was with him, it was bound to please her too. Concentrating harder, the sensations of his thumb rimming her ass were almost too much. It took all her will not to climax before him. She could feel his thumb, the very tip, trying to pry open the door. It all felt so good, Carla could find no reason to not let him in. Looking back at him over her shoulder, their eyes met, his asking for permission. She nodded slightly; permission granted.

Carla pushed back, her arms locked straight, giving him complete control. Slowing his penile assault, he applied pressure with his thumb, gaining ground slowly. In up to the knuckle, he wiggled his thumb around, as though pushing things out of the way to clear the path. Carla's natural instinct was to push out the intruder, but in doing so, she cleared the way, loosening her defenses. Suddenly, his thumb slid in the rest of the way, his palm flat against her cheek.

Both taken by surprise, they looked at each other, checking. Carla grinned, a painful grin perhaps. Again, George wanted to be sure she was okay with this, never wanting to hurt her. Forever trusting, she said as both her ass and pussy hugged him tightly, "It feels soooo good, now fuck me, please."

George left his thumb planted, content to just move it around in a circular motion, stirring up all kinds of sensations. He could feel his thumb with his dick as he resumed; the thin wall separating them spasmed now.

Carla was nearly beside herself, she had never felt so full, so wanton, so sexy, so filthy......soooo gooood! 

Carla's will finally gave way to want and she climaxed, her pussy and ass grabbing onto anything they could find, Her grip tightened on the oak headboard and her body stiffened as she cried out, "OH GOD!"

George was right there with her. His cock felt like it grew, like a balloon, over inflated, it blew. His cock was buried as deep as possible, filling her with his cum. His belly pushed his hand against her ass, holding his thumb secure. All he could manage was a stuttered, "F,f,f,u,u,c,c,c,k,k....!" 

Trying to keep his weight off of her, he tried to move, but her pussy seemed unwilling to let go. Finally, with regret, she released him. George sat back on his calves and watched in fascination as their combined juices poured from her abused pussy. Instinctively, he captured it in his hand. Carla was watching all this between her legs, her head down, panting, and trying to catch her breath. Doing a little kegel pelvic push, she expelled the remainder.

Carla found the strength to turn and face him. He cupped their combined juices in his hand as she licked hungrily, like a starved kitten. Finished, her sexual appetite sated, she licked her lips and said, "Where's dinner, I'm starved!" George laughed as he pulled her down and kissed her as he tickled her ribs. Letting her get away, he said, "You go get cleaned up and I'll go get us some dinner.

Carla cleaned up and was waiting in bed with the sheets tucked up under her breasts. George, still naked, came through the door with a towel draped over his arm. He held a serving tray which only showed a bottle of wine and two glasses. Sitting up straighter, waiting to be served, Carla burst out laughing when she saw what else was on the tray. Carefully prepared and arranged on two plates were peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and potato chips. 

Like a waiter in a 3-star Michelin awarded restaurant, he laid a clothe napkin in her lap, carefully tucking it under her tits. He placed her meal on a lap tray that appeared from under the bed and poured her wine. She looked at her waiter, his dick hung flaccid, "Quite the gourmand, aren't we?"

"Yes madam, "he said, "peanut butter is the perfect food and of course, wine is the nectar of the Gods."

Reaching for his dick, she gave it a couple tugs, drawing a couple drops to the tip. Catching it on her finger, she brought it to her lips and said," I beg to differ."



Remodeling Carla Ch. 06



George woke most mornings with a case of morning wood; it had just never come with a brunette attached before. Carla lay across his stomach, licking and sucking his dick, her left hand playing with his balls. Laying nearly parallel to him, her ass was conveniently located and he let his left hand find its way. 

There were so many areas on Carla's body that George could call his favorite, but last night, he discovered another. There is a point where the ass crack blends with the small of the back. That one spot, that intersection, caught his eye as he had her bent over in bed last night.

Now he was content to just rub his index finger up her crack and massage that little area. Carla purred on his cock as he petted her. 

After a bit, George realized that he really had to pee and that was suddenly the priority. "Carla sweetie, I gotta go, "He said. 

Ignoring him, she continued to suckle him.

"Sweetie, "he said with more urgency, "I really gotta go!"

Still ignoring him, he figured that two could play this game. Grabbing her right ankle, he started tickling the bottom of her foot. This got the reaction he wanted. Carla squeals and starts to kick, letting go of him. Dropping her foot, he rolls to the side of the bed and heads to the bathroom. 

Standing at the toilet, he sighs in relief, only to be startled again. Another hand has a hold of his dick. Glancing down he sees Carla's left hand taking control and her head at his right hip, taking in the action. She giggles as she moves his penis around, tracing circles in the toilet bowl. Finished, and flustered, she gives him a shake, "All done? "She asks. He just shakes his head in disbelief.

Letting go of her toy; George heads to the shower with Carla close behind. Standing in a gentle rain, they wash each others bodies, running their hands over every square inch. This may not be much of a way to save water, but it is quickly becoming their favorite way to get clean. George takes great delight in washing her hair and it is the most relaxed that Carla has ever felt. 

Rinsing off, Carla drops a washcloth on the floor and as though to pick it up, she drops to her knees. With the cloth as a cushion, she vacuums George into her mouth. Looking up as she strokes him to hardness, she says' "just a quickie to get your week off to a good start."

Joking he says as he pushes her back onto his cock, "well hurry up woman, I've got to go to work!" 

Biting down to show him who's really boss, she begins to suck in earnest. One hand on his balls, the other jacking the base of his cock, her tongue and lips assailing the rest. 

Quicker than he thought possible, he felt himself ready to come. Holding on to the top of her head, he stiffened just as Carla slipped her index finger into his ass. Nearly shoving his cock through the back of her head, he exploded down her throat and she swallowed in self defense as quickly as she could. Nearly collapsing he held her tight as she stood up to steady him. Regaining his footing he said, "How about giving a guy a little warning next time."

Smiling, she answered, "alls fair in love and war," in reference to the previous night's events. She then planted a kiss on him, sharing a bit of himself. He never flinched as he their tongues roamed.

As they dressed, George explained that Mondays were probably his busiest days. He had to visit the jobsites, check to see who showed up for work or didn't. Most of his jobs ran pretty smooth once they got underway. He had a small group of guys who worked directly for him and they pretty much ran the individual jobs on a day to day basis. His subcontractors too, tended to be long time acquaintances. 

George's main job was getting the work, overseeing all the work to completion and finally, collecting the money. He farmed out his accounting and payroll, so most of his paperwork was job related correspondence, product information gathering and the like. The computer and the internet had made that part of his job much easier and streamlined.

Downstairs he grabbed a quick breakfast and told Carla that he would probably be gone most of the day and they would figure out dinner when he got home. Giving her a quick kiss, he turned to leave. Carla wasn't having any of that however. Grabbing his arm, she spun him around and literally leaped at him, climbing him like a tree. With her arms around his neck and her legs locked around his waist, she kissed him with fervor, her tongue dueling with his. His hands instinctively latched on to her ass, his fingers slipping under the edge of her work uniform; her short shorts.

Reluctantly, she released him and stood on her own two feet. Looking into his eyes, she said, "That's so you wouldn't forget me."

Placing her hand on the front of his jeans, he assured her, "Not much chance of that." She felt his heartbeat through the heavy denim.

Finally making it to his truck, he drove off waving, as she watched from the front porch. "It all feels so right, "She told herself. 

Cleaning the kitchen from breakfast and last night's lovemaking, she stalled as long as she could before finally making herself head for home and work.

Stepping through her own front door, she felt strangely detached. After only a day and two nights at George's home, her own home now felt distant. She took this as another sign, and a good one. 

Carla bent to pick the mail off the floor. They had one of those mail slots that were cut into the door and the mail just fell to the floor. If unchecked for a few days it began to pile against the door like a snow drift. She sorted it as she walked to her office and as was usually the case; the majority of it was trash. 

In her office, she dumped the worthless stuff into the recycling and sat the rest on her desk. As she waited for her computer to boot up, she made a checklist in her mind of what she would need to transfer to her laptop so that she could work from home. "Check that," she thought, "from George's home." Looking around, she recognized that this was now clearly just an office, a place to work; no longer did it seem like a room in her home. "Re-check, "she said out loud, "from home." 

The first thing Carla did was open her email to check for faxes and emails from the hotels and other venues where they currently had clients. She also looked for any emails from Frank. He knew that she liked to work a regular work week, and even though the office was in their home, she generally didn't monitor it constantly. If anything urgent arose that he needed her to handle, he simply called her. 

They currently had clients on three different cruise ships and half a dozen small groups at resorts, mostly in the Caribbean. Frank had cultivated good relations with resorts in the South Seas, Mexico and of course Hawaii. They also had winter resorts they used and even some in Europe. Carla admired Frank for his people skills, though she wasn't particularly impressed with his skills when it pertained to her; particularly after George had come into her life. Her mind drifted to George and his shower, George and his kitchen, George and his..... "Carla!" she told herself, breaking her reverie, "Back to work."

Opening emails and faxes, she perused them and then filed them in the appropriate folders. Of most interest was anything from St. Croix where Frank had to throw together a meeting for a big client. Checking the faxes from the hotel first, it appeared that all the board members had arrived safely and were checked in. Going down the list she skimmed over any notes or comments from the hotel. 

The next page was an accounting sheet where they tracked room charges and the like. Skimming the list she saw the typical items; room service, restaurant and gift shop charges and the of course, the inevitable pay-per-view porn movies. She was always amused when she saw these on the bills. Most were charged by older men who were away from their wives on business. She likened them to teenage boys hiding magazines under their mattresses. Occasionally couples ordered up porn also. Not a connoisseur of that art form, her recent searching through Frank's bookmarks had piqued her interest. There must be something to it; didn't George tell her that he looked at it occasionally?

Back to the list, she came to Frank's room and she scanned the charges. She was somewhat surprised to see the spa charge for Stephanie, whoever she was, was still there. She half expected Frank to realize that his wife might see the charge and become suspicious. Continuing on, she found that there were also room service charges for dinner, for two, and also a nice bottle of champagne. Carla couldn't remember the last time she and Frank had shared a bottle of the bubbly. 

Carla was no longer upset that her hubby seemed to be having an affair. She was more perplexed on how sloppy he was trying to cover his trail. It slowly dawned on her that maybe he wasn't trying at all. Could it be that he was trying to get caught? She knew that men sometimes didn't think straight when all the blood rushed from their big head to their little one, but this seemed all too obvious. 

Thinking about it started to give her a headache. It would all come out soon enough. Better to let it play out for now rather than force the issue, she told herself. After all, she didn't feel like the poor abandoned wife. She was ready to trade up to a more exciting model, and Frank's new interests should make the transition just that much easier. 

Finishing up with the hotels and cruises, she went over the remaining emails. Most were trash, nearly as many as she had gotten in the mail. There was one from Frank however. It was all business. It verified much of what she had ascertained from the hotel info; other than his own personal charges. 

He went on to say that he was put on notice that there may be a follow-up meeting with this same group, after they made their announcement about the buy-out. They thought it best meet somewhere else, so he was charged with checking on a couple of places they were interested in. Frank had no connections with either the one on the Mexican Riviera or the other they mentioned in Fiji. His best guess was that he would be in St. Croix for a couple more days and then just go on to Mexico and the South Pacific. Frank went on to write that he would let her know tomorrow his schedule and the resort names so that she could make the arrangements. All very business like, he just signed off....... Frank.

Satisfied with the status quo, Carla downloaded her banking info, current client files and anything else she thought she may need daily into her laptop. She also called the phone company and set up call forwarding to her cell. She would still have to come in every three or four days to gather the mail. 

Shutting down the computer, she headed to the bedroom to pack for an extended stay. Opening the closet, she grabbed a suitcase and threw it on the bed. Starting with her dresser, she started with her un-mentionables. She laughed as she thought about that word. Panties and the like were certainly not the mystery items they were just a generation ago. 

As she dug through her drawer, she realized that she had too many garments that related to that earlier generation. None of her granny panties were going to be making this trip. She only had a couple bras she was particularly proud of. Her best one was already at George's. Carla didn't really own any lingerie. She had bought a little pink teddie for her wedding night at K-Mart, but that was long gone.

She grabbed some socks and a couple over-sized tee-shirts. As quick as she threw the shirts in, she pulled them out, thinking, "I'll just borrow one from George." Simply thinking of wearing something that smelled of him made her pussy twinge. 

The last drawer contained her collection of shorts and pull-over shirts. Grabbing only the shortest and tightest, she moved on to the closet. 

Carla was clearly not a clothes horse. She had a couple nice blouses and a pair or two of dress jeans. This was SoCal after all and dressed up was jeans, a shirt and flip-flops. She grabbed a hoodie and another pair of flips flops, some sandals and a nicer pair of sneakers. Her four inch spikes and little black dress were also at George's.

Next stop was the bathroom. Carla wasn't prone to wearing a lot of makeup, so there wasn't much to retrieve from here. She did grab her trusty beech-wood handle hairbrush, but doubted that it would be used for much more than brushing her hair, unless George maybe wanted too....... Her pussy twitched once again. 

Satisfied that she had what she needed, she was ready to go. Swinging into the kitchen, she opened the fridge and dumped anything that wouldn't last a week. Pausing to think if she had forgotten anything, she was glad she didn't have any pets or houseplants to worry about. "Odd," she thought to herself, "George doesn't have any pets either, well until now. Now he has me!" She smiled as she left and locked up the house.

As Carla was about to leave, she texted George to let him know that she was on her way back home, she wrote it just that way, and asked if she could do anything for him on the way or when she got there. She signed it with a ;). 

George had just stopped to grab a sandwich for lunch. Reading her text, he noted her use of the word home and could only smile. Going home today would feel different, he knew, and he was looking forward to it. "Just a couple more stops to make. Will be home by two and then have a couple hours of paperwork to do. We can barbecue a couple of steaks for dinner if you like." He signed off with :p.

His return text came quick. Happy that she would be seeing him soon she texted back, "See you soon, btw, what's ;p?"

"Me licking you," came the answer; her pussy spasmed once more.

Carla got 'home' in plenty of time to unpack and claim part of the closet and a couple of the built in drawers. She found plenty of room in the bathroom for her feminine stuff. Nosing around a bit, she found that most of the drawers were empty except for the usual items; his toothbrush and toothpaste, razor, scissors, and other manly products. In a lower drawer she found a towel that seemed to be out of place. All the other towels were in a cabinet near the shower. 

Looking over her shoulder as though she may get caught, she picked up the corner of the towel. She uncovered a box of condoms and a bottle of Aqualube. There we also two plastic things that looked like oversized flashlights. Picking one up, she looked at it, trying to figure out how to turn it on. "Funny" she thought, "it has a lens cover." Twisting it off, she was startled, looking at a pair of pussy lips. She giggled and with a grin, looked over her shoulder again. 

Turning back to what she now knew was George's toy; she stuck her index finger in her mouth and got it good and wet. She slowly pushed her finger into the simulated snatch and was amazed by its feel. Moving it in and out a few times, she looked over her shoulder again and then slowly brought it up to her face. Looking at it closely, she extended her tongue and gave it a cautious lick. Obviously lacking any kind of taste, she found that she kind of liked the feeling of the lips as her tongue pushed them from side to side. 

Getting braver, she stiffened her tongue and stabbed at the pussy. Her own pussy responded to her actions and she went with it. Dropping her shorts, she kicked them across the room. She grabbed her hairbrush from its new home and sat on the closed toilet. With her legs spread and her eyes closed, she slid her beech wood lover into her own wet pussy while her tongue made love to the plastic pussy. Moaning with pleasure, she was envisioning George pounding her, her legs spread wide. He held her by the ankles and licked her feet and toes as he punished her pussy. A woman, whose face she couldn't see, sat on her face, grinding her pussy onto Carla's mouth. George alternated his strokes, rotating his hips as he sought out her g-spot and clit. The unseen woman screamed Carla's name, telling her where to lick and when to nibble at her clit. The toilet seat became slick from Carla's juices. In a crescendo, all three of them came as one. Her orgasm nearly sent her to the floor. 

Regaining her composure, she got up, weak in the knees and cleaned up her toys. Back to the drawer, she couldn't resist opening the other 'flashlight'. She gasped as she removed the lid to reveal a single small hole. "An asshole, "she thought, feeling her own pucker tightly. Quickly putting the cap back on as though it might escape, she carefully put the drawer back as she found it.

Slipping her panties and shorts back on, she quickly surveyed the room to make sure she left no incriminating evidence and headed downstairs. Just as she hit the bottom of the stairs, the entry door opened and George swept in, taking her in his arms. Kissing her, he could feel the heat radiating from her face and smell her excitement. Reining himself in, he put her back on her feet, she looked flushed, anxious. "Sweetie, I really need to get this office work done first, so give me a couple hours and then we'll think about dinner." Kissing her again lightly, he turned and headed up the stairs to his office. 

Watching his ass as he climbed the stairs and disappeared into his office, Carla let out a sigh of relief and felt a pang of guilt. She retreated to the kitchen, thankful that she hadn't been caught.

As George stepped into his office, he did an immediate about face and headed to the bedroom to slip into the home uniform, a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. Stepping into the closet he was pleased to see that some of the vacant space was now being used. After changing, the urge to get rid of the quart of water he drank with lunch hit and he stepped into the bathroom. The telltale aroma smacked him in the face as he turned the corner. Standing in front of the toilet, kind of wishing that he had some assistance, he sniffed deeply again, wondering what he had missed. About finished, he suddenly remembered the bottom left hand drawer of the bathroom cabinet. Giving it the obligatory shake, he zipped back up and checked the drawer. It looked just like he had left it weeks ago, but being suspicious; he picked up one of the Fleshlights. Removing the front cap, he found the simulated pink pussy lips. Running his finger over the lips, he felt the moisture. Convinced that it had recently been rinsed, he replaced the cap and carefully placed it as he found it. Smiling inwardly, he went back to his office.

Meanwhile, Carla kept herself busy in the kitchen, getting things ready for dinner. The steaks were out of the freezer and thawing and she had rinsed and cut up the green beans. Having gotten everything together, her mind wandered back to the bathroom and the guilt set back in. She felt guilty for having nosed around in someone else's home. As much as she felt at home, she knew that it was still George's place, and she had no right to be poking around. If he wanted to show here something, then he would do it in his own time. The last thing she wanted to do is screw up a good thing.

Giving it a bit more time, Carla called ups the stairs, "Honey, can I bring you something to drink?" George placed his order for a glass of ice tea.

Barefoot, she carried two glasses up to his office and placed his on a coaster on his desk. She plopped down in his big leather easy chair and threw one leg over the arm, her leg swinging back and forth. George glanced over her and smiled as he tried to carry on a telephone conversation with a supplier. As she took a sip of her tea, his eyes wandered down to the crotch of her shorts showing a perfectly formed camel toe. Distracted, he had to back track his conversation, apologizing to the person on the other end. Carla giggled into her glass.




Remodeling Carla Ch. 06



Hanging up the phone, he picked up his iced tea and took a large gulp. "Well that's about it for today, "he stated. "You wanna go for a walk and I'll show you the garage."

With mock glee, she jumped up and down, "Oh goody, the garage!" she giggled. 

Turning her around and swatting her on the butt, he said, "go get some shoes on."

Feigning pain, she rubbed her butt and in her best little girl voice said, "Ow Daddy, that hurt," and then ran to the bedroom to get on her flip flops. It was George's turn to feel a twinge when he heard the little girl voice refer to him as Daddy.

Out the door they went and hand in hand they walked down the drive that leads to the garage. Carla talked briefly about her day and filled him in on Frank's room service charge on the daily report sheet from the hotel. "It's almost like he wanted me to see that he had company for dinner in his room, "she said.

"We can only hope, "George said to himself. It seemed to him that Carla may be right and Frank was setting himself up for the fall. 

She told him about transferring files and such to her laptop and setting up call forwarding with the phone company. She also told him that she had taken up some of his closet space, not thinking that he had already been in there to change clothes. If she had thought of that, she might have started to worry about him discovering her escapades in the bathroom. 

About then, they came over a rise and there was the garage. Now most people have a two car, maybe a four car garage. George had more of a barn than a garage. He never even tried to have it match the house and the carriage house. It was purely utilitarian and it couldn't be seen from either structure anyway. Unlocking a regular swinging door, George ushered Carla inside. The inside shined like they were still outside. Large skylights covered the biggest part of the roof. Off to one side was his workshop. More tools than one man should own were strategically placed with work tables and benches scattered throughout. Not even recognizing most of what she was looking at, she was impressed. 

The other side was the actual garage. There sat the blue metal flake 1969 Buick Grand Sport California. Next to it was about the biggest old pickup she had ever seen with an equally huge camper perched on the back. Seeing her interest, he said," It's a 1954 Dodge Power Wagon. I bought it from Hans while I worked for him. I rebuilt the drive train and had it re-upholstered and painted. I found the camper up near Victorville. It was in pretty good shape, so I only had to a little work to it and change out the appliances. I lived in it while I fixed up the house." 

Looking at the two vehicles sitting side-by-side, she asked, "Don't you own anything new?"

He laughed at her comment. "Well, I like to work with my hands and when it comes to cars, you really can't do much with the newer ones; too much computerization. Anyway, like houses, I appreciate the craftsmanship that went into the older things."

Nodding her head in understanding, she asked; "can I see inside?" nodding toward the camper. 

"Sure, I'll give you the nickel tour." George pulled down a collapsible set of steps that were attached to the back bumper and reached up and opened the door. 

"Ladies first," he said as he offered his hand to help her up the first step.

Stepping up on the bumper and holding a handle mounted next to the door, Carla faked slipping, knowing that George had his eyes on her butt as she climbed into the camper. 

Catching her by the hips, she turned and winked at him. Smiling back, George leaned down and gave her a little love bite on the left cheek. Carla jumped and then paused, giving him time to bite the other. With another little prod, he got her through the door. 

Following her inside, he found her again taken by surprise. The interior of the camper was outfitted like a luxury yacht. Every piece that could be wood was wood. A small seating area doubled as a dining area. Later she learned that it could also be converted into a reasonable sized bed. Above the cab of the truck was another bed. There would be no standing up and bouncing on this one as the whole area wasn't more than two feet tall. Back down below there was a small stove and oven and a refrigerator. Tucked into the back corner was the bath which was really just a shower with a toilet in it. 

Carla sat on one of the bench seats, taking it all in. "This is so neat," she said. "I've never been in a camper before. I didn't realize how complete they are. All you need now is a big screen T.V."

Grinning, he opened an upper cabinet door and there mounted on the inside of the door was a T.V. "Considering the size of the camper, this is about as big screen as you can get. Of course we have satellite and a DVD player."

Laughing she asked," How long did you live in here?" 

"Almost a year, "he answered. "When it was warm enough, I would sleep in the house in a sleeping bag, just for a change of pace, but when it was cold out, this was the place to be."

"Do you get to use it much?" as she tried to figure out how to lie down on the bench.

"Since I got the house finished, I really haven't had the chance. And camping by myself never seemed all that appealing."

Slipping back into the little girl mode, she asked,"well can we go camping sometime? Maybe go to the desert?"

"I'm sure we can arrange that. We just need to start saving for gas. I'm afraid I don't own anything that's classified as fuel efficient.

Standing up, she hugged him. "Maybe we can just drive it out behind the house and pretend we're camping."

"Yeah, okay'" he answered, shaking his head in disbelief. "Now, how about we go set fire to those steaks?"

"Deal, "she said, pecking him on the lips.

Leaving the garage, they played grab-ass all the way to the house. Out of breath by the time they reached the front door, George said, "I'll go fire up the grill and you're in charge of the rest."

Leaving the kitchen, he swatted her on the ass again and she cried out," Ouch! Hey, you know I think you've got some kind of butt fetish."

"I do for that one," he yelled back.

With the grill heating, George went back in to help Carla. While washing his hands, Carla passed behind him and gave his butt a wallop that probably hurt her hand more than it hurt him, but the gauntlet had been tossed. George chased her around the island a few times, but the pursuit seemed futile. Calling a truce, he said," time out; I'm getting hungry and I need to save my strength for later."

Resurrecting her Mae West impression, "So you got big plans there, Big Boy?" rocking her hips at him.

"You'll have to wait and see," he replied. "Now where are those steaks?"

Dinner was delightful. George had long ago mastered the grill and Carla managed to not overcook the green beans. They shared a bottle of Merlot and made small talk while playing footsie under the table. 

After clearing the table and sharing the cleaning duties, they decided that coffee on the front porch in the swing sounded appealing. 

Snuggled up on the swing together they picked up where they left off in conversation during dinner. George talked about work and his life and what he hoped to accomplish in the future. Carla's dreams for the future were a bit more complicated. Opening herself to him, she confessed that the more time she spent with him, the clearer her dreams became. 

Quiet again, they held each other, the chain squeaking with the rhythm of the swing, the crickets in the distance singing back-up.

Looking at his watch, George kissed her on the top of her head and announced, "Bed time Sweetie." 

Standing up and stretching, they picked up their cups and headed inside. Arms wrapped tightly around each other, they managed to make it up the stairs without tripping over each other's feet.

In the bedroom, they began to take off their clothes. When they were both naked they looked at each other looking at the other in the mirror. Simultaneously they shouted, "Bath time!"

Like kids, they ran to the shower. So far, Carla's favorite setting for taking a shower was the setting George had titled 'Rainfall'. Large drops of water rained down from the ceiling and gently broke over you. There was none of that feeling of being pelted by water, but there was enough volume that it didn't take forever to get all the soap out of Carla's lush locks. George made her promise that whenever possible, he would be the one to wash her hair. Who was she to argue? 

George would stand behind her and apply the shampoo, make sure to work it in from top to bottom. Then he would stand in front of her and hug her body to his and run his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp and her back. Carla would lay her face on his chest with her arms wrapped around him. His cock was pressed against her tummy and she loved to feel it grow against her. She would actually purr like a kitten the entire time.

The hair washing complete, they took turns washing each others bodies. Carla would start at his feet and work up his legs. She delighted in watching him shiver as she ran her soapy hand up inside his butt crack, playing with his balls and slipping the tip of her finger into his ass. Turning him, she would wash the front of his legs till she got to his cock, which was always standing out straight. She would run both hands over his cock and balls, making sure they were clean enough for consumption. Letting the rain rinse the soap away, she would take him into her mouth and slowly draw it in and out, her tongue lapping at the tip.

Standing, she ran her soapy her soapy hands over his belly and chest, tweaking his nipples playfully. She loved the strength in his arms and hands as she ran hers over them. Turning him, she gave his butt a second round, just because she could, and then massaged his lower back and up to his shoulders. She would finish with his hair, which took no time at all, but she made sure to give his scalp a good massage. 

Even though Carla was much smaller than George, her showers always seemed to take longer. George tended to get lost in his job and lingered in certain areas. Following the same routine, George would work his way up her legs, his calloused hands stimulated her skin. 

Her butt and surrounding areas had to be the cleanest in town. George would run his soapy hands and fingers over her ass, kneading her cheeks while his thumbs would plow the furrow between them, teasing her puckered little star and then moving to the apex of her crack and her lower back. He lovingly massaged that area before moving up to the two dimples that resided above her perfect butt. He would repeat this until his knees reminded him that her still had the other side to do. 

Turning her, he gazed at her girlish slit as his hands made their way up her legs. The palms of his hands glided up her thighs, his thumbs tickling the insides. His thumbs played around the outside of her pussy, running up and down, forcing her outer lips to pucker, revealing her moist interior. Leaning in, he swiped his tongue along its length, lingering on her clit, still hidden under her little hood.

Standing, he shared her taste, kissing her, while his hands ran over her taut little belly. He paused to play with her belly button before moving up her rib cage and then crossing inward to caress her breasts. Abandoning her lips, he lowered his head to French kiss each one. Satisfied that her nipples could get no harder, he returned to her lips before moving onto her neck, nibbling and kissing every spot he could find. With his hands gripping her ass and pulling her into him, His cock was bent downward, somewhat painfully, the tip searching for her clit. Squirming against him, his lips found her left earlobe and sucked on it, triggering a small orgasm. 

Pulling back from her and looking into her beautiful brown eyes, he stroked his cock up and down a few times against her mons. "Feels a little scratchy; I think it's time for a little tune-up." Carla shuddered at the thought, remembering the first time he shaved her pussy.

"Have a seat, "he told her, motioning toward the built in bench. "I'll be right back."

Carla did as she was told. She couldn't resist running her finger along her pussy while she waited. Her juices flowed freely in anticipation.

George returned with a new razor and a can of his shave gel. He also had a large bath towel that he folded into a cushion for her. Getting her situated, he moved to the adjacent wall and adjusted a couple of the myriad of valves. The lights dimmed slightly and took on a golden glow, like a sunset. The rain had stopped and a warm mist overtook the room. It was like they were in a primordial forest. 

George placed another towel on the floor. Setting the gel and the razor beside him, he took her right ankle in his hand and briefly massaged her foot. He then proceeded to run his hand up the front of her calf. She was watching him in anticipation. Looking up at her he continued to rub her leg. "May I? "He asked.

It took her a second to realize that he was asking permission to shave her legs. With a catch in her voice she squeaked, "Please." She was nearly in tears as she reached a new level of love for this man.

The warm mist was very relaxing, although it made it hard to keep her leg lathered. George found himself trying to shield her leg with his body which only cast a shadow, making it harder to see. Persevering, he alternated from side to side as he moved toward his final destination. As he completed an area, he let the mist rinse the area followed by a final inspection with his hands and lips. 

What once was a chore was now a sensual experience. Her entire body tingled with each pass of the razor and only became more intense as he approached her pussy. Having reached the pinnacle, George shook the can of gel, hoping there was enough left. 

Pausing before the main event, George straightened up and stretched his back. Reaching out for him, Carla pulled his face to hers and kissed him deeply, one of those kisses where you feel the love it brings with it. 

Returning to his task, he gently massaged the area with the gel, careful to avoid the top of her pussy. Her clitoris had long before come out of hiding, now begging for attention. "Soon" he whispered to her clit. Gently, he worked from side to side, up and down, until she was silky smooth once more. George backed off to admire his work and let the mist rinse her. Carla ran her fingers over the area. Satisfied with the job, she ran two fingers down and inside, scooping up some of her juices. Bringing them to his lips, she presented them, a reward for a job well done. Taking in her fingers, he sucked them clean, running his tongue around them. Carla retrieved her fingers and returned for another sampling, only this time, for herself. Sucking her own juices from her own fingers sent a shiver down her spine. Tweaking a nipple with her free, she came softly, moaning around her fingers. 

Throughout Carla's erotic presentation, George stroked his cock. Looking up to her face, he found her looking down, watching his cock grow stiffer with each stroke. Sensing she was being watched, she looked up at him and smiled. 

Putting her hands to her side on the bench, she pushed her butt out until it reached the very edge. Leaning back, she grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs up till her feet touched the wall she was leaning against. Her pussy and asshole obscenely displayed, he forced himself to look at her face. With a look in her eyes that harkened back to the first time they coupled, she said," I love you so much. Now fuck me!"

His cock jumped when she uttered those words and she saw a fire erupt in his eyes. As he brought himself to her entrance she asked," Do you like it when I talk like that? Does it make your dick harder when I tell you to fuck me?

He could only nod in affirmation as he watched his cock slowly disappear into her pussy. Once he was bottomed out, the top of his cock pressing against her clit, her pussy squeezed him and rippled along his length. Leaning forward he kissed her hard, driving his tongue deep as he rotated his hips against her. A small orgasm pulled him deeper.

Pulling back, his cock just inside her lips, he placed both hands below hers on her calves. Bent nearly in two, she had nowhere to go, she was his. Looking deep into her eyes, he whispered, "I'm going to fuck you now!" and drove himself to the hilt. Carla screamed as she climaxed. Wanting more, she flexed her pussy, coaxing him to continue.

"Fuck me," She said, "Fuck my cunt! Give it to me! Fill my pussy! 

Hearing her, George began a frenzied attack. His cock pummeled her as he bounced off her cervix, bringing her glorious pain. 

Carla was nearly hysterical as she writhed beneath him. Her pussy was in a continuous spasm as she felt a tremendous orgasm building inside her. Mumbling now, unable to string two words together, "coming....coming!"

George too could feel the end approaching. Trying to delay their orgasms so that they came together was a lost cause. No longer in control, their bodies were going to do whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted.

Carla's climax crested sending a tsunami thru her that started at her toes. As the wave passed through her pussy, it carried George over the top and he came in her in volumes he didn't know he contained. As they rode out the slower swells, their excesses leaked out onto towel. 

George, not wanting to leave her warm confines, took pity on her pelvis. Slowly removing himself, he helped her straighten her legs, hoping that hadn't dislocated anything. Regardless, she was sure to be sore in the morning.

Finding the strength to stand, George stopped the mist and summoned the rain. Rinsing off, they held each other, both in love and exhaustion. Toweling each other off enough so that they didn't drip, they crawled under the covers; George nestled against Carla's butt, her hand holding his to her breast. Sleep quickly claimed them.



Remodeling Carla Ch. 07



Carla woke from a dream, rudely interrupted by her bladder. In her dream she was laying in a field of clover, surrounded by wildflowers. Shafts of sunlight broke through clouds that still insisted on releasing their contents. Naked, the large drops kissed her as she lay pleasuring herself, dreaming of a love like no other. In a dream within a dream, he ravished her there in the grasses, uncaring of the prying eyes of the cows grazing nearby. As one of the cows nuzzled her foot with its cold nose, she was jostled to reality.

"Where did that come from?" she wondered as she settled in to her true setting. George was huddled in close to her butt, while one hand unconsciously groped her breast. She pushed back with her butt, trying to get a rise out of him and a twinge of pain radiated through her hip. The pain carried the memory of last nights love making. Reliving it, it was just pure fucking and she was having a hard time believing that she was the woman telling George to do those things. And the effect she had on him; well that she was pretty proud of. 

Prying herself loose, she walked gingerly to the bathroom and alighted carefully on the toilet. Relieved, she went to the sink. Looking in the mirror, she recalled more of the previous night. She recalled the luxurious feeling of George washing her hair. Trying to run her fingers through her long brunette tresses, it was apparent that they hadn't taken the time or had the strength to run a comb through it. She then recalled George on his knees before her, shaving her legs in the warm mist. Giggling, she remembered his frustration as the mist carried the lather away as quick as he put it on. Then he had shaved her pussy. She ran her hand across it and found it smooth but tender. Looking at herself in the mirror, her pussy shown red, like a rash.

"I guess I should have shaved too," came the voice from behind her. Looking up in the mirror she saw George leaning against the door, watching her. Running his fingers on his groin at the base of his cock, he said, "five o'clock shadow. I think I gave you a little rug burn there." 

He hugged her from behind as he bent at the knees and rubbed his stubble on her butt. "Hey, that itches, "she yelped, trying to pull away. 

Turning, she thrust her hips toward him. In her little girl voice she said, "Look what you did to my little kitty," showing him the redness. 

Moving to the medicine chest he took out a tube of aloe vera. "Here, this will make it feel better." He squirted a little on his index finger and gently massaged it in. She purred lightly. As he rubbed he asked, "So how is the rest of you?"

"Well," she answered, "my hips hurt like hell, but I can't hardly give you all the blame for that, and," she paused, "I'm a little embarrassed."

"Embarrassed about what?"

"Well, "she replied sheepishly, "my language. I don't usually talk that way. I mean, I was really nasty."

"Yes you were, "he said. "And under the circumstances, it was just fine. In fact, in case you didn't notice, I kind of liked it."

Rubbing her hips, she answered, "Yeah, you were pretty obvious. Till you came along, I've never gotten that worked up. I'm getting wet just thinking about it." As though to prove the point, she ran her finger up her slit and deposited a bit on the end of his nose before force feeding him the rest. He didn't protest. "I don't think my body could take that every night, "she continued, "but I would like to keep it in the rotation."

"I'll second that," he said kissing her; always one to share.

Giving in to having to get to work, they talked as they dressed.

"So babe, what are you up to today, "he asked.

"I'll fire up the laptop this morning and see how the whole remote office thing is going to work out."

"So what about you? "She asked.

"Well, it's supposed to be a scorcher today and I have a paint crew on one job. I need to go by and make sure they don't get themselves into trouble. Then it's just the usual. I'll probably be back here by two," was the answer.

George turned on the computer in his office before they went down to grab some breakfast. Carla tried to show off by making him a couple eggs. Instead of grabbing the spatula, she tried to flip them like she'd seen them do on one of those cooking shows. Well she made it about half way. "Shit, "she said, making one hell of a mess. George tried to stifle a laugh. 

"I need to watch my cholesterol anyway, Sugar" 

Giving him her 'Yeah, whatever' smile, she slid the egg onto a plate and put it in front of him with a piece of toast and a cup of coffee. While he ate, she filled his travel mug with more coffee. "Just like the good little wife," she said to herself. She enjoyed doing it for him. It's the least she could do, considering all he had given her. She winced in pain and then smiled, as she kissed him good bye and gave him his swat on the butt on the way out.

Making herself breakfast, she grabbed her computer and sat at the dining table and began her days work. It was pretty much more of the same. Reports and billings form the various resorts. There were a couple previous customers that were making inquiries about some future trips and Carla quickly forwarded them the material they needed. There was an email from Frank and it included the name of the resort he needed to contact in Mexico and when he would like to get there. 

It was purely a business email. Not even a 'thank you' or 'I love you' at the end. Carla wanted to be mad or hurt by Frank's actions or inaction as the case may be. Carla though, had always been a believer in fate and Karma and those types of things, so when her affair with George seemed to coincide with her discovery of Frank's extracurricular activities, it was easy for her to rationalize her behavior. If she was truthful to herself, she would admit that even if Frank wasn't getting a little on the side, there was no way she was going to give up on what she had with George. 

Back to her computer, she contacted the resort in Mexico and made a reservation for Frank and ascertained who he would have to contact once he got there. She also booked his flight, even finagling him a business class seat. It would be interesting to see if he acknowledged her efforts next time he contacted her. 

Finally finishing up around noon, Carla took her dirty dishes to the kitchen and cleaned up. Stepping out the back door onto the patio, she quickly confirmed what George had told her earlier, it was a scorcher. 

Having pretty well caught up on work, she thought that now would be a good time to work on that tan she had promised him. Bouncing upstairs, she pulled her clothes off as she went, naked by the time she was in the closet. Digging around she found the little blue g-string she wore for her photo shoot and her spray tan. She giggled as she put it on, trying to align the strings and patches with the faded lines from before. Turning and looking at her backside in the full-length mirror on the wall, she wiggled her butt at herself and gave each cheek a little slap. 

Grabbing her sunglasses, she ducked into the bathroom to grab her spray tanning lotion and a towel to lie on. Plucking her iPhone from her purse, Carla went out the French doors onto the second story deck. The sun shone brightly as Carla pulled a recliner into position and spread out her towel. She sprayed the tanning lotion on her legs and couldn't resist running her hands over them. Her pussy moistened as she recalled George carefully shaving her legs, making love to them as he made his way to her pussy. 

Back to reality, she finished oiling up her front and laid back on the lounge. Setting the timer to remind her to flip over, she plugged in and found some appropriate sunbathing music. Just as she drifted off to sleep, her iPhone woke her. She was covered with little beads of sweat, it was so hot out. Needing to flip over and work on her back, she wished that George was here to help her with the lotion. Grateful that she had the lotion in a spray bottle, she turned over and did her best to make sure she got enough on her back. She made sure that George's favorite cheeks were well covered as she rubbed her hands over them, fantasizing that they were his hands. Satisfied, she set the bottle down, reset her alarm and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, George rushed through his morning and skipped lunch, thinking he could get home early and maybe take her out for lunch. He called her name as he came through the front door and got no response. Quickly surveying the first floor, he bounded up the stairs and went into the bedroom. A vision caught his eye through the glass. Stepping softly now, he quietly opened the door and stepped out onto the deck. Before him was a vision and he told himself how truly blessed he was to have her in his life. His dick was thinking the same thing as he scanned her backside. At first glance, he thought she was nude, but the two horizontal strings across her back and hips gave it away. He guessed that this was probably the suit that she wore when she got him a tan as a gift. Her long dark hair was swept to the side, settling on the deck, it was so long. Her backside was perfection from top to bottom. Stepping closer, he spotted her iPhone on the deck and realized she probably couldn't hear him even if she was awake. 

Kneeling next to her, he picked up the spray bottle and began to cover the spots that looked dry. Unable to resist, George carefully started at her feet and softly massaged the oil into her calves and thighs. Reaching her butt, he lovingly massaged each cheek. Carla moaned slightly as though dreaming. Working up her back, he rubbed the lotion in, making sure to get the back of her neck. Pleased with his job, he knew he should just leave her be, but her ass beckoned him to revisit. 

Rationalizing that her sweet cheeks needed extra coverage, he sprayed each cheek once more and then worked it in. Wanting to make sure that he had proper coverage, he gently pulled the little string aside that disappeared between her cheeks and ran his finger over her little anus.

Unbeknownst to George, Carla's alarm wakened her from an erotic dream where her lover was giving her a massage. Quickly realizing that dreams can come true, she elected to pretend she was still asleep and see where this leads. His hands felt heavenly as he gently rubbed the lotion into her skin. She knew his eyes were following his hands, taking in every inch. She also couldn't help but let the occasional moan escape her lips. 

Seemingly finished, she hesitated as she felt him looking at her. She felt him spray her ass again and she couldn't help but smile at his fascination with her posterior. She loved him for loving it. George's hands returned to her cheeks, rubbing gently, eliciting another moan. She felt him pluck the little string from her crack and his finger slid downward. She bit her lower lip as his finger played at her puckered little star. It pulsed slightly, kissing his finger tip. George's finger continued south as it crossed her taint and approached her pussy. Without forethought, her back arched, pushing her ass up, inviting his finger inside her. Obliging, George slowly eased his middle finger between her lips, finding abundant lubrication. Sufficiently wet, he ran his finger down her slit to lightly graze her distended clit. Carla shivered through a small orgasm and thrust her pussy against his fingers.

George was fairly sure that she wasn't this heavy a sleeper, but he was willing to play along. He began to slowly move his middle finger in and out of her pussy. Meanwhile his thumb would slide up and down her crack and nuzzle her asshole. Carla's moaning was continual as she gyrated her ass, searching for more. And more was what she got. George slid his index finger in, along side his middle finger, stretching her. His thumb continued to tease her ass, steadily applying pressure. Carla pushed back, fucking his hand, now on her hands and knees. George surmised that she was definitely awake now. 

Holding his hand steady, he let Carla fuck his hand. George's remaining two fingers slid through her lips, teasing her clit, just out of reach. Carla pushed harder, trying to force his hand to make contact with her. She continued, teetering at the edge, her climax just out of reach. She looked back at him, her eyes begging for him to let her cum. Smiling back at her, he brought the index finger of his unoccupied hand to his mouth and sucked it between his lips. Getting it good and wet, he looked her in the eye. Holding her gaze he pressed on her puckered asshole a bit more and as she thought she he would never let her cum, his saliva coated index finger pressed on her clit. That little touch was all that was needed to send her cascading over the edge. Coming hard, George held her up with his hand under her belly. He could feel the muscles in her stomach undulating. Finally spent, he let her lay back down. Turning her head and brushing the hair out of her eyes, she looked at him and simply said, "Hi."

George smiled back at her as he ran his hand over her ass, "Hi yourself; working on your tan?"

******

After her shower, Carla found George working away at his desk. He looked up as she came into the room wearing a pair of lace panties and a matching bra. "Whew, "she said, "I take it you didn't put in air conditioning when you rebuilt."

"I'm sorry," he answered "we don't get that many hot days here, so I figured it wasn't worth the added expense. " "Anyway, "he said, scanning her from head to toe," I see some real benefits to not having cooling."

Carla sauntered over, giving it her best runway strut, and perched herself in his lap. "Watcha' doin' Daddy? "She asked in her little girl voice. She batted her big brown eyes and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

George quickly began to respond physically as he inhaled her fresh, clean smell. Feeling his reaction, she wiggled her ass, trying to find a comfortable position. Regrouping and remembering that she had asked him a question, he answered, "Just finishing up this last email, then I'm done for the day."

"Goodie!" she responded, bouncing up and down and clapping. 

He figured that she might get up and let him finish, but she didn't see the need; she was quite content where she sat. Giving in, he managed to reach around her and get to the keyboard. Now George's typing left a little to be desired to begin with, but with a half-naked girl in his lap, pressing her breasts against the side of his face, lord only knows what the email would say.

Finally able to hit 'send', he closed his email program and there on his 30" monitor was Carla, sprawled across her bed in her tiny blue bikini. She poked him, like she was embarrassed. Glancing at the picture, he recognized that this was the same bikini she just had on (sort of) a few minutes ago.

"Don't you own any other suits, or is that one your favorite? "he asked.

"No, "she answered in a pouty little voice, "that's my only one." She managed a sad little frown till they both busted up laughing.

"Well," he said as he clicked on his browser, "we can't have that."

Typing in 'bikini' on the search line, he noticed that the first site was the one that Carla had posted her pictures to. "Have you checked on your pics lately?" He asked.

"It's been a couple weeks, I guess."

George found her in the archives and whistled, "Over 15,000 hits? Looks like I may have some competition."

She laughed, wiggling her ass in lap. "Hardly, although some of the comments were kind of flattering, a lot of them were just downright nasty."

Turning to kiss her neck, he whispered, "Well, I'll take care of the nasty stuff if you like."

She turned her head, kissing him and then whispered back, "Ditto."

Turning back to the screen, George clicked on another bikini site. When the opening page popped up, Carla let out a small gasp. Hearing her, George looked at the page and there on the side of the screen was an ad for Fleshlight. 

Nosing around in the bathroom earlier, Carla found where George had 'hidden' his toys under a towel in one of the drawers. She never brought it up, although George knew she had found them. He didn't bring it up either, rather waiting to see where it led; it led here. 

Responding to her gasp, he innocently inquired, "What?" Looking back at he screen as though to see what caught her attention; he said, "Oh, pretty explicit ad, huh?" The ad was one of those with that has a short video built into it. This one had a pretty blonde with her head down along side a sizable penis. She was working a Fleshlight up and down while she looked you in the eye. It was one of those point-of-view shots so popular in porn now, where the viewer makes believe that they are the main character in the scene.

Matter of factly, he said, "I have a couple of those."

"Oh really?" she responded, feigning ignorance. 

"What, so you don't have any toys? "He asked.

Blushing, she whispered as though confessing a dark secret, "all I have is an old hairbrush." Pausing, she turned and gave him a peck, "and you, of course." 

Continuing as she squirmed nervously in his lap;" I guess I never thought about buying any toys. When I was a girl, I used what all girls use when they first figure it out; you know, fingers, hairbrushes, cucumbers, watermelons."

George's jaw dropped and his eyes bugged out. 

"Gotcha," laughed Carla. "Just wanted to see if you were paying attention." 

George tickled her until she yelled 'Uncle'.

Picking her up, he headed to the bedroom and bounced her on the bed. "Get dressed; I'm taking you out to dinner." George was headed to the closet when he looked back at her over his shoulder. Carla was reclined on the bed. Her hair was spread out on the pillow as she gave him her best 'come hither' look. 

"You are insatiable, aren't you?" he said. 

She gave him a pouty little air kiss and then spread her legs wide in invitation. 

Clapping his hands together he said, "Cmon, let's get a move on. I missed lunch and that egg you made me for breakfast didn't last long."

Carla made like a spoiled little girl that didn't get her way and stomped past him on the way to the closet. With a little pop on her butt as she passed him, she broke character and squealed as she ran to the closet with George close behind.

****

George brought the Buick up from the garage and they took off for dinner. Carla was snuggled up next to him and George found himself having to battle her skirt for access to the shifter. Between shifts, George's hand naturally settled on her knee, constantly caressing. 

"How do you like seafood?" he asked. "There is a new restaurant downtown that I would like to try." 

"Hmm, I haven't had lobster in forever, "she said, teasing. Not getting a reaction, she ran her hand up his thigh. "I don't suppose you an affinity for raw oysters do you? " She gave him a little squeeze as he slid his hand up a bit and caressed the inside of her thigh. Satisfied, she laid her head on his shoulder as he drove. 

The restaurant lived up to their expectations. Carla cut George a little slack and opted for crab legs instead of lobster. George got a kick out watching her work the meat out of the shells. Her determination was kind of a turn-on for him and she flatly refused his help. The best part was her erotic way of sucking the crab from the smaller parts. More than one guy in the place wished he was a crab leg.

George had the swordfish; and with drinks before and a bottle of wine with the meal, they were feeling no pain when they left the restaurant.

Putting his arm around her shoulder, he said, "Let's walk around a bit. I need to work off that baked potato and the wine. " Carla pulled him closer and let him lead the way. She felt like she would be content to be with him wherever he went. Well that was soon to be tested. 




Remodeling Carla Ch. 07



They had walked for a couple blocks and then turned the corner onto a smaller side street. Carla wasn't really paying attention to her surroundings, content to just be with him. They stopped at about mid-block in front of a non-descript storefront door when George said, "Let's go in here, shall we?" Carla looked at him and then looked up at a small sign above the door. It read 'Adult Books, Novelties and Video'.

Now he had her attention. Staring at the blacked-out door, her mind rifled through all the preconceived notions she had of what must be behind that door. She had always envisioned it to be a dark and dirty place, smelling of smoke and sweat and filled with dirty old men trying not to look at one another.

"We can't go in there! "She exclaimed. 

"Why not; have you ever been in an adult store before?"

"Well no, but women don't go to places like this. Why are we here anyway? "She asked.

"When you said you didn't own any toys, I thought it might be fun to see if we could find something that interests you," He answered. 

"Couldn't we do this on the internet, "she asked, her nervousness building.

"I suppose, but some of the stuff is junk and you really need to see it, feel it, "emphasizing the word 'feel'. 

Taking her hand, he opened the door and led her inside. She was quickly taken aback at the interior of the place. It was brightly lit and really had no smell at all; if anything, a sweet smell. The place was actually quite big and she didn't know where to look. The contents of the store were more than she could mentally digest. On her right, the same wall that the door is in was the sales counter. Behind the counter was a young girl with short black hair. She was cute in a butch sort of way and she had more piercings than Carla could count without staring. Her vintage Jethro Tull tee shirt did little to disguise her large breasts.

The other three walls were covered with sex toys. She couldn't comprehend that there could be this many different kinds. The center of the store seemed to be primarily racks of magazines, books and videos.

They began their tour by walking along the wall on their left. Carla was somewhat more at ease as she took in the other patrons. There was another couple; both seemed to be in their early twenties. The guy seemed to be the nervous one as she kept picking up things to show him and he constantly looked around to see if anyone was watching them. When he saw Carla look his way, he turned so red, she thought his head might explode. A little more at ease, she squeezed George's hand a bit tighter. There were a couple of younger guys on their own, checking out the videos. Over in the far corner, there were two young girls. They were looking at toys and talking loud and laughing, having a great time. 

Carla turned her attention back to George and the wall of fantasy before her. It seemed that most everything was organized beginning with gender and then the different makes and varieties of the same of toy. I just so happened that this wall was devoted to men and try as he might, he couldn't get Carla to scoot through this section. Now George was certainly no prude, but Carla took delight in trying to get a rise out of him. The more she looked the more fascinated she was with what she saw. She spotted the Fleshlights and asked a little louder than need be, "Is this like the one you have honey? " holding up the box, showing him a cocoa brown asshole. 

Not to be outdone, he answered, "No dear, mine's pink." Looking around the store to see if anyone was paying attention, she found the cute clerk looking right at her. It was Carla's turn to blush.

Turning back to the wall, Carla continued her inventory. It really did fascinate her. There were imitation pussies, supposedly cast from the real pussies of porn stars. She picked one up and nearly pushed it into his face. "Eww, this one has hair." Behind her she heard the two girls giggling at Carla's antics.

Finally nearing the end of the men's section, Carla discovered the inflatable dolls. Visible through the clear plastic window in the box was the dolls face. She looked like a cheap Halloween mask with her red lips in the shape of a big 'O'. The purpose was obvious. Carla flipped over the box and read the description on the back. "Oh look," she said, "a three holer." The girls busted up laughing again. 

Putting the box back on the shelf, Carla spotted a rack with some brochures in it. Something about the picture caught her eye. She pulled one out of the plexiglass holder. It was an ad for a lifelike doll that you could order. Flipping the brochure over to look at the other pictures, she realized why this seemed familiar. One of the dolls looked just like Becky, the girl who seemed to permanently reside next to the Wurlitzer in the carriage house. Carla turned to ask George about it, but his back was to her as he was looking at something in the women's section. Figuring this could wait till later, she folded the paper up and slipped it in her purse.

Glad to be out of the men's section, George was perusing the wide assortment of vibrators. "These are supposed to be really good, "he said, holding up one called the Rabbit.

"Done a lot of research on these, have ya?" she asked jokingly.

"Well, if you spend much time on the internet, you're bound to learn something," he responded. 

Carla pulled another one off the rack and looked at it. "How are you supposed to choose? "she asked, "there are so many varieties. "Look, this one has three speeds; this one is curved for your g-spot, and this one is waterproof. There must be fifteen different ones here."

About that time a slender arm reached between them and plucked one off the wall, Carla and George turned toward its owner. "This is our favorite," said the cute blond. Her girlfriend was behind her, smiling at Carla. "We couldn't help overhearing you, so we thought we would offer our opinion," she continued. 

"Yeah, "her little red-headed friend chimed in, "That one has a little thing that plays with your butt-hole too," wiggling her finger in imitation. The blonde giggled at her friend, her turn to turn red. 

"Thanks," Carla managed to utter as she took the vibrator from the young girl. George could only nod in appreciation.

The girls turned down the aisle toward the checkout as they giggled and poked at each other.

Carla turned to George with a questioning look. George hunched his shoulders and said," Well, I guess with that kind of endorsement, this is the one you should have. George took it from her and placed it in the basket he had picked up near the entrance.  

They continued down the aisle and with each item that George threw into the basket, another fantasy sprouted in her mind. He picked up a set of anal beads that got progressively bigger along the length. Then he started looking at butt plugs, holding them up side by side in a size comparison. Carla gasped out loud when he picked on up that was bigger around than his fist. "I really was kidding about the watermelon,' she said, with a bit of panic in her voice. George laughed and put it back, but not before he put a couple of the smaller ones in the basket. 

Carla's mind was reeling. Part of her was excited, so excited that she thought she could feel her juices starting to run down the inside of her thighs. The other part of her was a little nervous. She had enjoyed the little bit of butt play they had done, but the butt plugs were a bit disconcerting. Still, George hadn't done her wrong yet, in fact everything he did to and for her just made her love him that much more. This is just one more step in her discovering herself she figured. 

Finally through the toy section, Carla turned and started to look at the videos. George quickly ushered her through the gay section; he obviously wasn't interested in some guy sticking his dick up his butt. But he quickly slowed down when they got to the girl-on-girl area. Carla's pussy spasmed as she looked at the covers showing girls with their faces in each other pussies. There were also videos showing two girls and a guy, big orgies and regular hetero videos.

Seeing her interest, he asked her, "See anything you like?"

"Yeah, but it's not just for me. What do you like?"

"Tell you what; let's test each other a little. You pick one out that you think I'll like and I'll pick one out for you." 

Carla looked at him with a little smirk and then turned and headed for the gay section.

"Hey, cmon," he laughed, "let's try to be serious here. We'll meet at the checkout when we have made our selections; agreed?"

"Agreed," she answered, still smirky.

George made his selection first and was waiting near the counter when Carla approached, her selection behind her back.

George set the nearly full basket on the counter. The young cashier said, 'So is that it?" all business-like.

"For now," George answered as Carla poked him in the ribs. 

The girl began to remove the items one-by one and rang them up. She pulled out the butt plugs and her eyebrows arched slightly. Then the beads and then a lifelike looking cock dildo. "I don't remember that one, "he said.

"I slipped it in when you weren't looking. It reminds me of you," she said huskily.

It's was George's turn to blush and the cashier's to giggle.

Back to the basket, the cashier pulled out the rabbit vibrator and removed it from its box. As she put some batteries in it she explained, "We have to test all the motorized ones before they leave the store so that we know they worked when they were sold and people won't be bringing them back saying they didn't." She proceeded to put the rabbit through its paces. The tip rotated, the internal beads rolled around and the little clit and butt ticklers vibrated. Satisfied that it worked, she slipped it back into the box. "The batteries are on me," she said, winking at Carla. Carla creamed a little more.

The sales girl went on, "Do you need any lube today?"

"Oh yeah, right, "he said, "What do you recommend?"

"Well," she said, starting her pitch, " for the anal products, I would recommend a silicone base because it won't dry out as fast, but for the other toys, a water base is probably better because it won't break down the plastics." 

She set a couple of each on the counter. Seeing the young girl set a bottle of Aqualube on the counter, Carla quickly blurted out, "Oh, we have that one already!" Just as she said it, she realized her mistake. She was hiding the fact that she had snooped around and found George's toy drawer. She sheepishly glanced up at him and he just smiled at her. "Damn it!" she said to herself.

Continuing, the girl also said," we also have a wide selection of edible lubes. Coconut and peach are my favorites, "she said, with a sparkle in her eye. 

"We'll take both, "he said.

"Anything else? "she asked.

"Oh yeah," they said simultaneously.

Slowly, they each brought their video selections from behind their backs and set them on the counter. George had selected a lesbian video for Carla. She caught her breath a bit as she looked at the cover and then looked up at the cashier who was smiling at her. Looking down in embarrassment, she couldn't help but notice the young girl's nipples straining to tear through the 30 year-old shirt. Carla's pussy noticed too. She could definitely feel her excitement running down the insides of her thighs. 

Carla had selected a compilation of anal scenes for George. Looking at him, she just grinned and then looked down at his crotch. His erection was obvious and she wished the cashier could look over the counter and see. Carla was quite proud of her effect on him.

George tried to remain cool as he handed over his credit card. The cashier gave him a little smile and a wink this time. As George checked out the artwork on her tee, he imagined her little nubbins pulsed as he checked her out, like two little waves 'Hello'. George's dick waved back, unbeknownst to the young girl; Carla on the other hand took in the entire exchange and found it excited her even more. 

Finally, putting their purchases in a discreet black bag, the young girl ran her tongue over her bright red-coated lips and said, "Thank you for shopping and I hope to see you again soon." 

Carla reached for the bag just as the little rocker cashier was doing the same. Their hands touched, and lingered on the bag. A brief staring contest set Carla's pussy to gush slightly and the Jethro Tull tee shirt definitely got tighter. It was George's turn to be the observer. Breaking their stare, both girls glanced at George. There was that knowing smile again.

George finally took possession of the bag and thanked her for all her help. Stepping out into the cool evening air, George put his arm around her and pulled her in tight. Her head lay against his chest as they walked back to the car. Walking silently, she reflected, her emotions were all over the board. She was in awe of this man. Everything he did or did for her was perfect. So perfect, it was almost worrisome. She kept telling herself that she was over thinking it. 

And then there was the effect that the girls in the store had on her. Maybe it was just the atmosphere, surrounded by all sex toys. But it was the girls that got her juices flowing. She couldn't even tell you what the guys looked like, except maybe the red-faced guy. But of course, she told herself, she had George with her, and who else could she ever need. But wait, she thought again, he got me a lesbian video. How did he know that's what I would have chosen?

As she was trying to convince herself to just go with the flow and that it was all meant to be, George was unlocking the car door for her. Getting in, her skirt slid up her legs and George saw a glistening on the inside of her left thigh. He handed her the bag and closed her door and went around to the driver side. Sliding in, he found her in her spot, her knees straddling the shifter. As he was putting the key in the ignition, she placed her hand on his arm to stop him. George turned to look at her and he could see the glistening in her eyes, near tears. "What's up, "he asked.

Drawing him closer, she placed her left hand behind his head and said, "Have I told you lately how much I love you?" Carla pulled him to her, her lips searching desperately for his. 

If a kiss can be hug-like, this was one of those, full of love and reassurance; one of those that you never want to end.

Finally releasing him, the look in her eyes had changed. The dampness turned to fire. Carla reached over to the ignition and turned the key. Facing him again, she kissed him again with passion, her tongue searching for his as her right hand wandered the length of his growing erection. Breaking the kiss, she licked his lips with her hot tongue, and with her forehead pressed to his, she looked him in the eyes and whispered, "Take me home, I need fucked!"

The drive home was quick, at least it seemed that way since George couldn't remember anything between Point A and Point B. Carla sat twisted in her seat, her right hand constantly running up and down his rigid member, her tongue playing with his ear, whispering nasty things to him. 

While his left hand assumed driving duties, George's right one wedged it's way between her thighs and fought it's way, slipping and sliding, until it found panties so wet you could wring out her juices. Carla squirmed to impede his advances because she knew that one touch of his talented digits would send her over the top. 

George pulled up in front of the house and Carla was out of the car and in through the front door before he could turn off the ignition. Following a trail of clothes and shoes, he found her on the bed, spread eagle, one hand playing with her pussy, the other pulling on her nipples.

"That store made me so fuckin' horny, you may wish you hadn't taken me there," she groaned, two fingers sliding in and out of her pussy.

Taking her lead, George quickly stripped his clothes off and stood at the side of the bed, stroking his hard cock. "I thought you might like that. You seemed to like the attention you got from the girls too." Carla pulled her legs together, squeezing her hand at the mention of the three girls. 

"You'd like to have that cute little rocker between your legs, licking your cunt right now, wouldn't you?" Her nostrils flared and she dug her hand harder into her pussy. George continued to slowly stroke himself, never breaking eye contact with her.

"She'd lick your pussy till you were at her mercy. Then she'd turn around and sit on your face; make you eat her pussy. I'll bet she has that pierced too. She'd make you eat her while she ate your pussy and fucked your asshole with that fake cock you bought tonight."

Carla was beyond turned on by George's filthy talk, and again, he was doing everything right. The dirty talk was driving her mad and she did find herself turned on by the young girl. The mention of being fucked up the ass was the last straw. Carla's hands were a blur. Three fingers of one hand probed deep inside her pussy while her other hand reached around underneath, one finger sliding in and out of her ass. Carla screamed through her climax, her body rigid and her eyes rolled back in her head. Never before had she cum that hard just using her own fingers. 

Carla collapsed from exhaustion and she laid on her side in a fetal position. Her body continued to quake, little after-shocks of her climax. She felt George crawl onto the bed behind her, pulling a sheet over her. She wanted to roll over and reach for him, but she couldn't as he lay behind her. Still shaking, she felt his touch as he gently straightened her disheveled hair, lightly kissing her neck and shoulders. Wanting to feel her next to him, George carefully tried to spoon her, but his still rigid cock impeded his progress. Carla let out a soft sigh and managed to lift her right leg slightly, inviting him between her legs. When she felt him fully against her back and butt, she relaxed and drifted off to sleep. Captured, George could do nothing but pull her tighter to him, his right hand resting on her breast, his nose against the nape of her neck. He was quickly lost to dreamland. 

***** George awoke to a red glow on the horizon; another warm day ahead. On his back, he turned his head and looked toward his feet. "A guy should wake up like this every morning," he told himself. "Good morning, "he said to the gorgeous brunette with her mouth full of his dick. 

Carla winked at him as she continued to slobber on his cock, sucking on the head and running her hand up and down his length. He reached for her and she swatted his hand away. "Unh, Unh, Unh, "she admonished him, with her mouth full. 

Giving in, George turned to get a couple pillows to prop himself up so that he could enjoy the show. Turning back, he gasped at the sight. Carla's right hand continued to stroke him, but in her left hand she held one of his Fleshlights. Looking him in the eye, Carla proceeded to lick the simulated lips, her tongue flicking at the make-believe clit. George throbbed at the sight and she squeezed him, smiling as she drove her tongue into the toy, fucking it in rhythm with her stroking hand.

Sitting up on her knees, she positioned herself between his legs, spreading them as he had spread her in the past. Leaning over his throbbing cock, Carla gathered up as much saliva as she could and let it drip from her mouth to the tip of his cock. His cock throbbed again as she brought the pink plastic lips to his tip. "Are you ready to get fucked? "She asked. 

Not uttering a word, he nodded as he watched her slowly work the counterfeit cunt down his length. They alternated, watching each other, watching the action. "Oh, that looks so fucking good baby, "she said under her breath. 

Switching to her little girl persona, she batted her eyes and asked, "Do you like fucking me Daddy? Is my little pussy nice and tight? My little pussy loves your big cock Daddy!" as she kept stroking him, twisting it slightly as went.




Remodeling Carla Ch. 07



Sensing that he had almost has enough, she stopped on the down stroke, leaving him fully buried. Holding the toy in place, Carla crawled over his leg and moved up to kiss him. Carla slowly removed the imitator from him as they kissed.

Sitting upright, the little girl said, "I've got another surprise for you Daddy." As she leaned back toward his feet, George ran his hand down her back to her butt, trying to reach her, but she sat too close and his arm couldn't bend enough to get there. Sitting back up straight, she showed him her surprise. His eyes grew large as she held up his other Fleshlight and said," I want you fuck me in the ass Daddy. I want you to take my virgin ass!" 

Holding the toy to her mouth, Carla ran her tongue around the rim before stabbing the tip of her tongue just inside. George shuddered as he remembered how tight the phony butt hole was. He didn't use it much, just for that reason. Carla continued to caress the little star, wetting it with her saliva. Stopping to slowly insert her index finger, she said, "Oh Daddy, it's so tight. Do you think you can get your big dick in me Daddy? His dick jumped in response. 

Carla moved a little to get into a better position for the final assault. Bending, she took George's cock back into her mouth to get it good and wet. George attempted once more to reach her, but she fended him off again. Forcing herself to stop sucking, she sat back up and reached beside her and came up with a tube of the edible lube they bought last night. "Mmm," the little girl said as she squeezed a bit of the lube into the puckered toy, "Coconut, my favorite." 

Carla then squeezed some onto his dick and proceeded to run her hand up and down, making sure of the coverage. Satisfied, she licked her hand, "Mmm, it's good Daddy, you try it, "putting her palm at his lips. George took a long lick and it tickled enough that she giggled. Turning back to the task at hand she said, "Okay Daddy, be gentle, this is my first time." 

George and Carla watched as his crown slowly spread the fake sphincter. George grimaced, thankful for the lube. He sighed as the head popped past the ring. "Oh Daddy, you're in my ass! Does it feel good Daddy? "He could only nod as he gritted his teeth. 

Continuing with slow, short strokes, she continued until his entire length was out of sight. "Oh Daddy, you're all the way in. It feels so good Daddy! Make me cum Daddy!

Unbeknownst to George, Carla was really worked up enough that she thought she just might cum without being touched. 

Carla began slow, long strokes, adding a little more lube. Seeing him raise his ass slightly off the bed she said," Fuck me Daddy, fuck my ass! I'm Cumming Daddddyyyy!!!!" 

She stroked him faster as he arched his back and bellowed as he came, "Oh baby girl, Fuck your Daddy!"

That was the trigger she needed as Carla climaxed, her body trembling. George had grabbed her wrist to stop her from moving anymore, his cock couldn't take it. He felt her trembling and looked up at her. She wore a pleasurable smile, her eyes shut tight.  

The sensitivity finally passing, George moved her hand up, still clenching the toy. Carla looked down as the slid the toy from his softening cock. The head popped out with an audible 'Pop' and she watched as his cum dribbled from within. She leaned in and licked the excess from his stomach and then gently cleaned his cock, licking like a little kitten. Crawling up to face him, she kissed him, sharing. 

Pulling back, they looked each other in the eye and said simultaneously, "Hmm, coconut cum,"

Kissing her deeply, he pulled the sheets back over them. Looking over at the clock, he muttered, "Good thing I'm the boss, "as they both drifted off to sleep.



Remodeling Carla Ch. 08



Carla awoke from a deep sleep. Reaching out, she was disappointed to find that she was alone in bed. Rolling over, she glanced at the clock on the bedside table; it read 10:47 a.m. Realizing that George had probably gone off to work, she stretched out, frustrated, as she ran her fingers through her hair, trying to force herself out of bed. 

Finally up, she wandered naked into the bathroom to splash some water in her face. Sitting on the counter were George's two Fleshlights that Carla had used on him earlier this morning. Her excitement rose as she recalled the total control she had over him as she fucked him with his toys. She had never carried her role playing as far as she had this time. In her little girl persona, she gave herself to her "Daddy', even letting him take her virgin ass. Recalling his reaction to her sliding her ass over his stiff cock caused her pussy to twitch. She could feel herself getting wet.

Carla watched herself in the mirror as she ran her fingers over her breasts, tracing the perimeter of her areola. Pinching her nipples, she moved down her stomach, massaging as she went. Pausing at her navel, she contemplated a change of jewelry. As her fingers neared their final destination, the black plastic bag on the counter caught her eye. Her pussy responded as well, recalling the trip to the adult store last night. 

The faces of the cute blond and her little red-headed friend came to mind as she took the vibrator from the bag; the same one they had recommended. Imagining them taking turns pleasuring each other with the toy caused Carla's pussy to spasm, emitting trace fluids on her inner lips. Taking it from the box, she looked it over, playing with the various controls. As it buzzed in her hand, she flashed to the butch little rocker with the big tits. "I wonder if she would have liked to demonstrate how the toy works? "She asked herself.

Retreating back to the bedroom, Carla sat on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror on the wall. Spreading her legs, she watched herself in the mirror as ran the purple Rabbit along her lips. Watching herself in the mirror excited her more than she would have thought. "I'm definitely a bit of a voyeur," she admitted to her reflection.

Slowly, still sans vibration, she slid the Rabbit into her hole. She shuddered as she felt his ears tickle her clit. Remembering the other set of ears (mutant bunny?), she scooted her butt off the bed a bit and tried to tickle her ass. She winced a bit as she pushed harder, causing the upper ears to push on her clit harder. Looking in the mirror, she told herself, "This is going to take some practice." Looking herself in the eye, she watched her reactions as she stroked the Rabbit in and out of its new home. 

Daring herself, she looked down at the controls and pushed one of the buttons. She watched the little ball bearings swirl about as she eased him back inside. It felt like the rabbit was getting bigger, stretching her as it burrowed deeper. Looking back at her reflection, she fucked herself with nice long strokes, her inner lips holding on tight.

Next step was to start those ears twitching. Pushing another button, she started them on the lowest setting and gingerly eased in. Carla jumped as the ears made contact with her clit. After a few strokes she was satisfied that she could handle more. Ramping up the speed, she began anew, this time twisting her wrist a bit. "Whoa, there's that other pair of ears," as they played with her anus. 

Ready to get to it, Carla took one more look at her reflection. Even she had to admit she looked pretty sexy. Her tan had deepened, accentuated by the tan lines of her string bikini. Her long dark hair hung loose over her shoulders, framing her pert breasts. Her tummy was flat and toned and her legs were perfectly sculpted, muscles strained as she pushed down on her toes while her Rabbit played peek-a-boo. 

Lying on her back, she pushed back until she could plant her feet flat on the bed. With her knees bent and spread wide, Carla closed her eyes and imagined the cute little store clerk taking control. 

Beginning by kneeling between Carla's spread legs; she would bend down and take a closer look at Carla's offering. Carla shivered at the thought of another woman in this intimate position. The girl would then take one hand and gently spread Carla's lips, revealing her wet, pink core. Winking at Carla, she would then lower her head and lightly swipe her tongue along her length, dipping in slightly to gather her juices.

Satisfied that the beautiful brunette was ready, she expertly adjusted the settings on the vibrator and cautiously slid it into her dripping pussy. Starting slow, watching the older woman's body writhe, the younger's own pussy began to feel needy. 

Carla's fantasy girl took her hand and gave Carla control of the Rabbit. As Carla continued at an even pace, she watched her little rocker-chick grab the bottom of her vintage Jethro Tull shirt and pull it over her head, revealing the young vixen's big tits. Easily twice the size of Carla's, they still sat high and proud, a testament to her age. Not surprising, her nipples were pierced, little rings dangled below. She flicked at them, teasing, "See? "She said," like little knockers on my knockers."

Carla shivered as the girl brought her tits to her mouth and sucked on her own nipples. Leaning in, she gave Carla a chance to sample her goods. Carla delighted in trying to slip the tip of her tongue into the ring. Sucking hard, she felt the young girls nipples stiffen between her lips. 

Breaking free form Carla's suckling, the young girl backed off the bed and unbuttoned her tight jeans and slid them down to her feet. Kicking those and her shoes off, she pirouetted for Carla, showing off her tight, teen body. Her skin was flawless, as though sculpted from white marble. Carla's eyes locked on the little girl's butt. It was almost perfectly round, with a crack right down the middle, consuming her thong. 

Carla's hands shifted gears as she gazed on the girl's ass. George's fascination with her own suddenly made more sense. Her pussy was now making a sucking sound as it clung to the vibrator. 

The girl turned back toward Carla and pulled her panties up tight, splitting her lips which puckered out each side. It was clear that she too shaved her pussy. After sawing across her clit numerous times, she slowly pulled the thong down over her hips and let them settle to the ground. Fantasy girl was shaved smooth except for the area just above her slit. That bit of hair was shaved in a shape, the shape of a directional arrow that pointed downward. Carla had no doubt that the arrow served little practical purpose. A blind man wouldn't need directions.

Running her fingers down the arrow and between her lips, the young girl sampled herself. Seemingly satisfied with the taste, she offered a taste to Carla, which she quickly consumed, sucking on the girls fingers.

Carla's new friend now took control of the Rabbit once more, but now Carla watched in fascination as a leg passed overhead and her view of the ceiling was blocked by a young succulent pussy. Carla breathed in the heady aroma of the young girl's excitement, and watched as her lips pulsated with the rhythm of the vibrator being sawn in and out of her own body. 

The young girl's pussy got larger as it descended toward Carla's outstretched tongue. As the two made contact, Carla lurched feeling the Rabbit burrowing deeper, more frantic in its actions. Meanwhile, Carla instinctively took a cheek in each hand and pulled her down tight. Sucking her clit into her mouth, she fucked the young girl with her nose as her fingers sought out her little star. 

Sensing Carla's intent, the young girl picked up the pace, driving the Rabbit into its hole. Just as Carla's index finger found the girls anus and applied a little pressure, her own body retaliated. Her orgasm ripped through her without warning and her hand felt suddenly wet, the vibrator saturated. 

Her climax snapped her out of her dream-state, the young rocker just a memory. Slowly coaxing the Rabbit out of its hole, she fumbled with the controls, turning it off and letting it rest between her breasts. Licking her lips, Carla could imagine the taste of the young girl, imagine the aftermath as they shared kisses before snuggling up for a little nap.

Carla woke with her arms around George's pillow, hugging it to her naked body. Straining to look at the clock, she slowly focused on the time. "Christ, "She said, "Is it really after one?"

Bounding out of bed, her mind tried to shift gears. "What day was it? "She asked out loud. "George is gone, so he must be at work, so it's definitely a week day, "She told herself. Her mind rifled through the last couple days and she decided it must be Wednesday. "Wasn't Frank supposed to fly to Mexico on Wednesday?" 

Without bothering to dress, Carla ran down the stairs to find her laptop. Turning it on, she remembered that George's needed to be on so that the router was on. Laptop in hand, she ran back up the stairs and set her naked butt in her lover's cool leather desk chair. After getting everything turned on, she waited for her laptop to boot up. She leaned back in his big chair and threw her feet up on his desk, the computer resting on her thighs. She laughed to herself, wondering what George would say if he walked in right now. 

Carla's browser finally came to life and she quickly opened her email account. Thankfully everything seemed to be in order. Frank did reply that he received the info on the Mexican resort and his flight reservations. She wasn't surprised to find that he didn't mention his upgraded seat.

Thankful that everything seemed to be taking care of itself, Carla powered down her computer and stepped back into the bedroom. She started to make the bed, but then thought better of it, figuring that after the last couple of days, the sheets could use a good washing. She stripped the bed, finding her vibrator buried in the sheets. She took it and rinsed it off and laid it on the counter next to George's Fleshlights, which he had evidently washed that morning. 

Grabbing the sheets, still not bothering to dress, she took them downstairs and threw them in the washing machine. Carla found she enjoyed walking around naked. Here in George's house, there was no real chance of anyone seeing you through a window. Set in the middle of five acres, it was about as private a setting as you could have in the middle of a large city. The gravel driveway gave warning of anyone pulling up to the front of the house.

Her stomach growled, reminding her that she had missed both breakfast and lunch. Waiting for the washing to be done, she made herself some fruit and cottage cheese and sat out on the back deck, enjoying the solitude. The squirrels and the birds paid no attention to the naked beauty watching them.

Hearing the washing machine announce its completion, Carla noticed a clothes line strung between two trees. It brought back memories of the smell of air dried sheets when she was back in Kansas. Hoping to find clothes pins in the laundry room, Carla took her plate into the kitchen. 

There, hanging on a hook below a shelf was a clothe bag full of clothes pins. A spare laundry basket sat on the floor and next to it, an old pair of George's tennis shoes. Grabbing the wet sheets, the pins and slipping on the oversized sneakers, Carla shuffled off, bare-assed, to hang the laundry. Carla loved the feel of the breeze on her bare skin. Areas normally covered tingled in excitement as she relished the feeling of freedom. Her nipples hardened as she drug the wet sheets across them, hanging the sheets to dry.

Carla surmised that she could easily become a nudist and that there would be no objections from her new room mate. Back into the house, Carla wandered from room to room, even briefly stepping out onto the front porch. Like a cat, she was claiming all these areas as her domain and letting no one in particular know that her being naked here was also her right. A silly thing to do as she thought about it, but it just seemed like the thing to do. 

Upstairs, she only needed to lay claim to the spare bedroom, bath and George's office. Finishing her tour in the office, Carla claimed George's leather desk chair once more. She gazed at her images as George's screen saver scrolled through pictures he had taken of her earlier. Sitting back, she threw her legs up on his desk, her legs spread wide. A brief concern passed over her as she looked at the monitor, seeing if she could see a built in web-cam. Somewhat disappointed that there wasn't one, she began to tweak her nipples with one hand as her other moved down toward her sex. 

Next to her right foot, a chime sounded. It was her phone alerting her to a text message. Carla managed to move the phone with her foot so that she could bend forward and pick it up without lowering her legs. She was enjoying the compromising position she was in. Looking at the screen, she was excited to see that it was from George. "Hey good-lookin, whatcha been doin? "He wrote.

Recognizing the altered Hank Williams line, she replied, "It's 'watcha been cookin', and if you must know I've been wandering around the house naked all day, all by my lonesome."

"Damn, "he replied. "I knew I should have put in that surveillance system when I had the chance."

"LOL, "was her reply.

He continued, "In meeting now, with another later on. Decorating demon from CO." He was referring to the decorator he would be working with on his next project. "Should be home by 6 or 7; I'll pick up pizza? What do you like?"

"I'm sure I'll like whatever you like, just no anchovies, "she replied.

"Yes Dear, "he replied, "and thank you for this morning! "followed by his now standard emoticon :p which he translated as 'me licking you.'

She signed off with a line of X's and O's. 

Setting down the phone, she spread her legs wider and watched herself on the monitor while she thought of her lover between her legs, lapping at her liquid center. She rubbed her clit and pulled on her nipples, climaxing quickly, shuddering with delight.

Taking a few minutes to recover, she went back downstairs and out back to retrieve the sheets. As she gathered them, the smell carried her back home and a small tear ran down her cheek. She hoped that her sister was as happy as she was right now. She made a mental note to write her and let her know what was going on.

Back in the bedroom, Carla made the bed and couldn't resist flopping down face first and inhaling the fresh smell. 

*******

Face down and naked is how George found her. When he got home, the downstairs was dark. He went into the kitchen and popped the pizza into the oven to stay warm. Venturing into the bedroom, he found a delightful sight. Carla was face down, with her feet facing him. His eyes followed her legs up to the ass he so loved and then to her strong back, partially blanketed by her long dark hair. Unable to resist, he took out his cell phone and captured the sight. He considered, grabbing his big camera, but didn't want to interrupt the moment.

Walking to the bed, he lightly ran his hand up from ankle to neck and placed a soft kiss on her cheek, not wanting to wake her. He quietly stepped into the bath to take a shower.

Standing under the more mundane and boring standard shower head, he pondered what his water bill would look like this month. Not that it mattered; he wouldn't give up his shower time with Carla, even if he had to dig his own well. Lost in thought about what it would take to put in a well, his lover approached him from behind and wrapped herself around him. Hugging him tight, she said, "I missed you so much today."

Turning in her arms, he returned the hug and kissed her, "I missed you too. You can't imagine how hard it was to leave you alone in bed this morning," Kissing her again, his hands grabbed her two butt cheeks and pulled her close.

Pushing back, Carla grabbed his stiffening member and said, "Eeww, you need a shave! Park it Buster! "She ordered, pointing to one of the built in benches. George watched her little ass cheeks bounce as she left the shower to get a razor and the shave gel. Returning with a towel for her knees, she knelt between his spread legs and proceeded to lather him up. In as professional a manner as is possible when you're both naked, Carla carefully shaved around her favorite part of her lover's anatomy. Careful not to nick, she moved his now rigid dick to and fro, looking for stray hair. She gently pulled on his ball sack, dragging the razor along, not missing a square inch. Carla laughed as he tried to lift his leg and butt enough to shave around his ass. He wasn't sure how much hair he had there to start with, but Carla was intent on putting him through the same routine he put her through. 

Finally completing the task, Carla rinsed him, stroking him to his maximum potential and then promptly announced, "Okay, all done, now let's go get some of that pizza." He stared at her in disbelief, standing there with his dick waving in the breeze. 

George begrudgingly dried himself; it was his turn to pout. Leaving the bedroom, Carla jumped onto his back and rode him down the stairs to the kitchen, both naked as the day they were born. 

Setting her butt on the island, George went to the wine fridge and found an appropriate bottle of red while Carla jumped down and grabbed a couple plates. They sat at the kitchen table; well George was in a chair; Carla elected to sit in his lap. They fed each other, content to just eat and talk, except for George licking off the invisible bit of sauce that invariably ended up on Carla's breast. Carla told him about her spending the entire day naked, and he was understandably disappointed that he hadn't been there. 

Finished eating, Carla took the dishes to the sink to rinse. George was close behind with the empty box. Carla stalled at the sink knowing they would both be disappointed if he didn't get to sneak behind her and grind himself against her butt. Feeling his stiffening prick nestle into her ass crack she purred, "Oh, that feels much better, not so scratchy." George nibbled at her neck and ears while his hands played with her tits, pinching her nipples. 

"Enough foreplay," she said, as she spun free of his hold. "Let's go to bed. I washed the sheets and dried them on the line. I want to just hold you all night." Taking him by the hand, she led him to the stairs, giggling as she watched his rigid member bounce as he followed.

Slipping between the sheets, she turned her back to him, inviting him to spoon. He tried his best, but his cock had been like a rock ever since the shower. Taking pity on him, Carla lifted her right leg and reached down, guiding his cock into her. With a sigh of relief, George slowly moved his hips, driving and drawing his cock in and out of her wet pussy. It was a slow, unhurried lovemaking. George fondled her right breast as he nibbled at her neck, whispering his love to her. 

Carla had never been more content or felt so loved as she did at that moment. Climaxing was the furthest thing from her mind at this point, and she wasn't sure whether she had by the time she felt his release; it didn't really matter, she was where she always wanted to be. 

******

Neither moved during the night; George's spent cock still resting outside her sticky pussy, his hand still holding her breast. Waking, she sighed in contentment as she felt his rhythmic breathing on the back of her neck. Knowing that they would have to get up soon, she slowly woke him by running her fingers up and down the hand and arm that so firmly held her. He let her know he was awake with a kiss to the neck and a loving squeeze of her breast. 

Reluctantly, they rolled out of bed and headed to the shower. Trying not to tempt fate, they turned on the standard shower again; attempting to make the showering experience less sensual than they had in the past. They both knew that they needed to get the day started and that playtime should be delayed until that evening. Problem was, no one sent the memo to George's cock, which was soon outstretched, reaching for Carla. Carla's pussy was of the same mind and was anxious to feel him again. 




Remodeling Carla Ch. 08



The showering finished, Carla turned toward him and saw the want in his eyes. Glancing down, she saw the want in his other eye, pre-cum beaded on the end of his stiff dick. Shrugging her shoulders like she had no choice, Carla turned and bent at the waist. She reached back with both hands and spread her ass cheeks, inviting him to take her. 

Neither had said a word during the entire shower until George stepped up behind her and unceremoniously buried his cock in her wet cunt. "Oh Fuck! "She exclaimed as she felt his dick bounce off her cervix. George grunted as he grabbed her by the hips and fucked her with short, rapid strokes. "Fu, Fu, Fu, Fu, "she repeated, unable to complete the word as he pounded away. In no time, they both had reached their limits. Carla's pussy grabbed onto his cock, strangling it as her orgasm rocked through her. His cock, with nowhere to go, released load after load deep inside her. 

Both of them were lightheaded, barely managing to keep each other upright as they slowly uncoupled. George turned her to him and held her tight , running his hands up and down her back, squeezing her ass occasionally until they found their legs and were able to leave the shower. Performing their drying ritual, they dried and kissed each other until they knew they had to stop or they would never get the day started.

Walking to the closet, it dawned on Carla that George always let her go first. He was surely polite, it was just his nature, but his attraction for her posterior seemed to be his nature also. Turning to smile at him, there was no eye contact as his were glued to her undulating ass. "Watcha looking at Daddy? "the little girl asked. 

"Heaven Baby, Heaven, "he answered as he closed the gap and gathered her cheeks in his hands; guiding her into the closet.

George started to get dressed when he noticed that his lover was just leaning against the dresser, watching him. "Aren't you going to get dressed? "He asked.

"I will before I go back to the office to check on the mail, but until then, I think I'll just stay naked, "pausing, "if that is okay with you." She turned and stuck her butt out at him, blowing him a kiss as she left to go downstairs. 

"You know I'll have a hard-on all day thinking about you walking around naked, "He shouted. 

"Good! "She replied as she made her way to the stairs.

By the time George made it downstairs, he could hear Carla singing to herself in the kitchen. As he made his way through the door, he pulled up short at the sight before him. Carla stood at the stove with her back to him, her beautiful naked backside swayed to her singing. She had found one of his aprons in a drawer and had wisely put that on to protect her front side. Pausing to admire the view, he let out a loud wolf whistle that made her jump.

"Jeez, "she said, "you almost just had one egg for breakfast again." She was wisely using a spatula this time. 

He stepped up behind her and rubbed her ass as he kissed the back of her neck. "With you dressed like this, I'd eat rocks for breakfast and not complain."

Carla giggled, "The toast should be ready and the coffee's done. Get those and I'll bring you your eggs."

Carla watched him eat as she had a cup of coffee. "So, do you have any late meetings today? "She asked.

"No, I should be home by two and then I'll have a little office time. Why, do you have something in mind? "He asked, raising his eyebrows. 

"Oh, I don't know, "she answered. "I need to go to the office and take care of the mail. I also have some computer work to do for work. I've kind of slacked off the last couple days," she said, winking at him.

George took note of her having to go to 'the office' as opposed to 'back home'. He would never force the issue of her and Frank's situation, but it did cause him to contemplate his own future. 

George was goal oriented when it came to work or his hobbies, but as far as relationships were concerned, he let those cards fall where they may. He saw himself as a loner, a product of his upbringing. He had always had friends, and those of the female persuasion occasionally became 'real close' friends. But never had he had feelings before like he now had for Carla. Once again, he found himself willing to let things take their own course but he was ready to give it a little nudge if need be. 

Finishing up his breakfast, he took his dishes to the sink to rinse them off. Switching roles, Carla moved up behind him and ground her naked puss against denim clad thigh as she ran her hands around his crotch. She could feel him respond, even through the heavy jeans and the course denim teased her hooded clit. 

Giving her a couple minutes to play, George quickly turned and set her sweet butt on the island. They kissed deeply, their tongues exploring each others mouths. Carla inhaled deep as George tweaked one of her nipples. Having broken the vacuum of their kiss, George dropped his head between her thighs and gave her wet pussy a couple long licks, finishing off by taking her clit in his lips and licking the little nubbin. Climaxing before she knew what hit her, she served up a little liquid desert for him. 

Kissing her lips lightly before laying her back, he said, "see you about two," and headed toward the door.

Carla gained her composure just in time to make it to the front porch to wave goodbye, naked, as he drove off. 

Still a bit light headed, she sat in a rocker on the porch. As she stared into her lover's private forest, a wave of contentment washed over her. "How can it ever be any better than it is right now? "She asked herself.

Begrudgingly, she rose from the rocking chair, stretching her lithe naked form like a cat. Returning to the kitchen she quickly cleaned up, grabbed a bagel, and headed upstairs to dress and then it was on to the 'office'. 

***** 

Unlocking the front door, Carla had to exert some pressure to move the small mountain of mail that had accumulated in the last few days. It took her a couple minutes to gather it all up, roughly sorting the trash from the real mail as she went. Moving to the office, she dumped the worthless stuff into the nearly full recycling container. As she did, it dawned on her that her timing was good as tomorrow was trash and recycling day. 

Carla went through the smaller portion of mail, consisting of checks and bills. Thankfully, the amount the checks totaled exceeded the amount of the bills and Carla had to smile as she reflected on how far she and Frank had come with the company. Personnel attention was the key and was one reason they never hired any help. They had incorporated years ago and each took a nice salary each week. 

After going over the bills, writing checks and making out a deposit, Carla pondered the idea of opening up a separate savings account in her name alone. She knew that sooner than later, a discussion was going to have to take place between her and Frank about their marriage. In her mind, it was already over, and not because she found out that her hubby was fooling around when he was on the road. No, it was more about her own revelation on who she really was and what path she saw as the one that would make her happy the rest of her life. George had indeed been the catalyst in her rebirth, and his timing, as always, had been spot on. 

Carla had put a lot of effort into the business and would hate to see the venture end because of a divorce. She rationalized that since she really didn't feel any animosity toward her husband, and hopefully he would feel the same toward her, then they continue on with the business.

Finished with the paperwork, she turned to the computer. There were numerous email inquiries about various types of trips and destinations. Carla quickly answered those and forwarded them the info that they had requested. One of the inquiries was whether they arranged stays at any nude and swinger resorts. At present, this was not an area they had pursued, but in light of her own sexual awakening, Carla thought this might be a good idea and would bring it up to Frank.

Carla had been purposely putting off opening the email from Frank until the end. As with the last couple of emails, his was all business. The visit to Mexico had been fruitful and he had negotiated some very favorable packages. Copies of the agreements were attached to his email. Surprisingly, also attached were the charges that he had run up at the resort, paid for by credit card. 

Perusing the charges, mentally comparing them to other resorts, she found charges made to the room for meals, an in-room massage and a couple x-rated movies. The line covering the massage noted the recipient, Maria. Carla was positive that Frank had intentionally sent her this info that 'coincidently' contained the woman's name. This was his method for confessing his actions.

Carla didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. She knew that Frank had enjoyed the company of a woman in St. Croix and here in Mexico, another female was enjoying Frank's generosity; and most likely other things. This just made it that much easier for her to justify her own actions of late. Somewhat surprised, she found that she hoped Frank was having a good time. Replying to his email, she told him just that, along with questions as to his next destination. As soon as he knew when he had wrapped up things there, he was headed to the South Pacific.

Before signing off, Carla mentioned the inquiry about the nude resort and suggested he might give that some thought. 

The last line of the email read "Call me, we need to talk." Pausing briefly, she hit 'Send'.

******

Carla wheeled the heavy recycling bin to the curb and jumped in her Honda, anxious to get back home to George's place. She felt so comfortable there and intended to take the rest of the morning and early afternoon to do a little exploring. 

Getting home, she bounded up the stairs and shed her clothes in the bedroom. After a quick check of herself in the mirror, she went into the closet and grabbed her trusty bikini and one of George's tee shirts. She had briefly thought about just throwing on some sneakers and walking around the forest naked, but quickly chickened out. Slipping on some old running shoes, she grabbed her beach bag and threw in a towel and her suntan lotion. 

Though she fully intended to wander through the trees, her final destination was the big boulder for a couple hours of sun. Down the stairs and into the kitchen she went where she threw a couple bottles of water and a couple pieces of fruit in her bag. Her cell phone completed her packing and she was off.

Carla set off through the trees, mindful of the general direction she was headed. Once you left the road or path, it was pretty easy to get turned around; the place was so big and congested with trees of all kinds. Carla reveled in the solitude and the beauty of her surroundings. The aroma of the trees and the coolness of the shade they provided made her forget that she was really in the middle of a good-sized city.

Before long, she found that her internal compass was accurate as she came to the clearing with the big granite boulder. As she stepped out of the trees, she noted that the aroma of the pines was replaced with that of coconut. Carla immediately recognized the smell was the same as her own favorite tanning lotion. 

Cautiously, Carla climbed up the steep face of the back of the boulder until she could peer over the top; a pleasant surprise awaited. No more than twenty feet in front of her, Carla saw blonde hair, parted in the middle and a pair of deeply tanned shoulders. Taking another careful step up the rock, she saw that the blonde hair was about shoulder length and that a pair of sunglasses were perched on what appeared to be a pretty young girl's face. The young girl part was easy to figure out as a pair of small pointy tits sat on her chest, naked tits at that. 

Easing up till she was standing on the top of the boulder, Carla was presented with the entire landscape. The young blonde was laying on one of those thin exercise mats and was working on her tan, an all-over tan. Beside her lay her bikini top and bottom. She also had a bottle of water and the same brand of lotion that Carla had in her bag. An iPod sat on the boulder to one side and the young girl seemed to be moving her hips to the unheard music.

Growing braver, Carla took a couple more steps and then froze, sucking in her breath and holding it. The cute sun worshipper wasn't rocking to the tunes; she was rocking to her fingers strumming her clit at the top of her bare pussy. Carla's own pussy spasmed at the sight. Without forethought, Carla lifted the bottom of the borrowed tee shirt and slipped her hand under the side of her bottoms and began playing with herself, never losing sight of the blonde's furious fingering.

Carla sensed that she had fallen behind and set her bag down beside her. Her now free hand slipped under the opposite side of the bikini bottom and two fingers plunged headlong into her drenched cunt. She watched as the unknowing exhibitionist rubbed her juices over her clit, which Carla could clearly see, even from this distance. The blonde began to writhe on the mat, her hips rocking side to side, working to force out her climax. 

Carla was now a step ahead, her fingers driving deep inside, her other hand rubbing furiously across her hooded clit. Carla nearly dropped to her knees as her own orgasm took control. Biting down on her lower lip to silence her pleasure, she heard the young girl's breathless "OH FUCKKK!" as her young body quaked.

Regaining her composure, Carla quietly turned and went back down the backside of the big rock. Reaching the bottom, she leaned back against it and caught her breath. She reflected on what had just happened and pondered her next move. Carla rationalized that she should confront the girl; after all she was trespassing on her lover's property. The fact that Carla had become so turned on by the young woman may have had some bearing on her decision also.

Giving the blonde a few minutes to sort herself out after what appeared to Carla to be a mind-blowing orgasm; Carla moved around the boulder so that she would approach the sexy intruder from the side. Making as much noise as possible, she walked up the short incline to the flat top of the giant rock. The two women caught sight of each other at the same time. The blonde was still bare-assed, laying face down on the mat. The brief glimpse that Carla got of her pumpkin-shaped butt gave Carla pause. "I may have as big an ass fetish as George does, "she thought to herself.

The sunbather was on her front, her back and butt baking in the noon-time sun; Carrie Underwood singing to her softly through her iPod. A sudden movement in front of her caused her to start as she saw a woman in a man's tee shirt come over the rise. "Oh Shit!" she said out loud as she tried to cover herself. She could hear Carla break out in laughter as the younger girl grabbed the edge of her exercise mat and tried to roll herself in it, like a tanned, blonde burrito.

Carla felt sorry for the girl as she flailed around trying to wrap herself in the mat that wasn't wide enough to do the job. Not wanting her to scrape her naked form on the rough granite, Carla tried to calm her. "Hey, it's okay. I didn't mean to scare you."

The blonde stopped long enough to peak out from under the mat. She was completely caught off guard as she had found what she thought was the perfect spot to work on her all-over tan a couple days ago. 

The brunette that had startled her continued, "See, "she said as she pulled the tee shirt over her head, "I had the same idea." The older woman revealed the tiny string bikini she had on underneath. The blonde was instantly calmed as her eyes scanned the woman's toned body; "Nice," she inadvertently said out loud. Smiling, Carla said, "Thanks, I'm Carla by the way."

Carla stepped closer and reached down offering a handshake. The blonde reached out to reciprocate, exposing her right side from under the mat. Carla paused to scan her half-exposed companion. Delicate feet joined long legs which connected to her narrow hip. Sadly the mat hid her treasure. A flat stomach led to a breast that Carla had already seen; only now she could admire how stiff her protruding nipple was. Her chest was adorned with a scattering of freckles, courtesy of the sun. Her neck was long, perfect for nibbling on and her face was that of a cute surfer-girl; blonde hair hanging over her eyes. 

Her survey complete, Carla returned the complement, "Nice," she said. 

The blonde blushed; "Thank you. I'm Kristin."

Carla released Kristin's hand and turned to pull the towel out of her bag. "Mind if I join you? "She asked.

"Uh, I guess not, "Kristin said as she tried to figure out how to retrieve her own bikini. She tried to scoot around, not even sure where to look for it when she heard Carla snickering. Looking back at her, Carla said, "Just crawl out from under there. It's just us girls," as she held her arms out and turned 360 degrees.

"That's what I thought earlier," Kristin giggled as she threw off the mat, exposing herself entirely. 

Carla couldn't help but bite her lower lip as she surveyed the luscious landscape before her. She spied a glistening between the girl's legs, Kristin's pussy was bald as her own with a little stripe of hair just above. Her belly button was unadorned and both of Kristin's tits stood out proudly. Her areola blended with her tan, and her nipples seemed to visibly throb. Looking up, Carla found Kristin watching her, Kristin also chewing on her lower lip; they blushed in unison. 

"Don't bother with the suit if you don't want to, "Carla told Kristin as she laid her towel down beside the blonde's mat. 

"Well," said Kristin, still chewing on her lower lip, "I guess I don't have to worry about you being a rapist or something like that."

Carla smiled as she scanned the young blonde's naked form once more, "I won't make any promises, "Carla laughed.

Kristin's pussy responded to the implication and she could feel a trickle running down the crack of her ass. Pulling her legs as close together as possible, she laid back and put her sunglasses back on.

Kristin watched the brunette spray sun screen on as she stood beside her. It was her turn to take in the sights. Starting at the bottom, she admired Carla's shapely legs that ran up to a nicely shaped butt. The little string bottom accentuated her shape and the small triangle left little to the imagination as to how the older woman was groomed. 

Her survey lingered as she spied the belly button piercing that served as a crown on her sculpted tummy. Kristin was envious of Carla's larger breasts; she always hoped hers would start a growth spurt sometime soon. 

Pausing to really look at Carla's face for the first time, she saw that the woman was absolutely beautiful, reminding her of someone in Hollywood. Carla finished prepping for her tanning session and sat on her towel. Biting her lip once more, Kristin asked, "Aren't you going to take of your suit?"

Carla looked at her with raised eyebrows, processing the question. "Actually, my boyfriend gets turned on by tan lines, so no, as far as tanning is concerned, the suit stays on, "winking at her young companion.

They lay side by side, quietly formulating their next step. 

Kristin began by asking, "So how do you know about this place?"

"Well, it happens to be on my boyfriend's property; so I guess that makes you a trespasser."

Startled by the response, Kristin sat upright and turned to Carla. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't know. I thought this place was a park or open space owned by the city."

Carla tried to concentrate as she openly stared at Kristin's tits. It was all Carla could do to not pull Kristin down to her and suck on her breasts. "It's okay, I'm sure. I'll let George know about it, but I'm sure he won't mind, as long as you don't litter and that kind of thing. So how did you find this little bit of paradise?"




Remodeling Carla Ch. 08



"Actually, my parents live next door. I guess you call it next door. Their lot isn't anything like this, just a normal house. They moved there about six months ago while I was still in school. I'm on summer break right now. I've been here for about a week and a half. I'm taking one class at the J.C. and the rest of the summer is just free time. I don't know anyone here, so a couple days ago, I just went exploring."

Pausing to take a breath, she looked around. "It's just so amazing here, with all the trees and everything. When I found this rock, I just sat here for a while and admired the view. I didn't see anyone around, so I thought it would be a good place to work on my tan." 

"Yeah, "said Carla, "George says that this is favorite place on the property; he likes to come up here and just watch the sunset and watch all the city lights come on."

Kristin sighed, "Sounds pretty romantic."

Carla decided to test the waters a little. "Yeah, one of these evenings, I plan to make love to him here while we watch the sun go down."

She heard the young girl moan a little at the mention of their lovemaking and she shifted a bit on the mat. "Oh God, That sounds so nice!" Kristin lay back down, composing herself.

The two continued to talk as they lay in the hot sun. Carla told her a bit about her relationship with George and a little about the property.

"He sounds like quite a guy. I'd like to meet him sometime."

"I'm sure you will. Maybe we can have you and your folks over for dinner sometime. I'm sure George would like to meet his new neighbors."

"Actually, "said Kristin, "my folks are out of the country for a couple months. Dad just retired this year from the Navy and they decided to do a little traveling. I think they are in London as we speak."

"So you're alone in a new town, in a new house, and you don't know anyone? What a bummer."

"Well, I hope I've made one new friend, "Kristin implied.

Carla sat up and smile at her. "Yeah, I think we both have. Hey, it's time to turn over. How about you do me and I'll do you,"nodding toward the tanning lotion.

Without a moment's hesitation, Kristin snatched up the bottle and said, "Okay, you first."

Carla dutifully laid down on the towel, her head resting on her arm, eyes closed. A still naked Kristin leaned over her and started at her feet. The cool spray of the lotion sent shivers up her spine. Kristin's touch turned the shivers into waves. The young blonde slowly used both hands to rub the lotion up and down the backs of her legs, kneading her thighs just below her ass.

Skipping over her butt, Kristin sprayed some more lotion on Carla's back. Moving her hair out of the way, she began a slow sensual massage, giving extra attention her shoulders and neck. Finished there, Kristin turned her attention back to Carla's sweet cheeks, "best for last, "she heard Kristin whisper.

It's a good thing the lotion's coconut fragrance was so profound, because Carla was sure that Kristin would be able to smell her excitement otherwise. 

Kristin liberally sprayed the oil-laden lotion on Carla's ass cheeks and proceeded to rub it in. Carla unconsciously spread her legs slightly as her naked masseuse gave her butt her full attention. Kristin's hands squeezed and rubbed the lotion along the crack, her fingers dipping below the surface, forcing the g-string deeper into the crevasse. Carla climaxed lightly as she felt fingers press against her anus. Those same fingers followed the string to Carla's saturated pussy and lingered at the entrance, politely waiting for an invitation to enter. 

Disappointed in not being asked in, Kristin finished up, giving Carla a light slap on each cheek. "My turn, "she said, crawling over Carla's oil slick body and laying down on her mat.

Composure somewhat regained, Carla got up on her knees and addressed the nude vision before her. Replicating the path that Kristin had taken, Carla began at her feet and worked her way up. The young girl made the job a little more complicated by already spreading her legs a bit, forcing Carla to bend over more, bringing her that much closer to the blonde. Carla kneaded her soft skin, made slick by the lotion. Kristin's legs were taut, her muscles defined like those of a runner. As Carla worked toward the young vixen's ass, she spied a trickle of juices flowing from her pussy. Even with the pungent aroma of coconut, there was no mistaking the sweet smell of an excited woman.

Carla leaned in closer, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of another woman. Resisting the temptation to drive her face between the young girl's legs, Carla moved up to her lower back and continued to massage the young girl. Growing impatient, Carla returned to Kristin's ass, gazing at her bronzed butt as it glistened under the layer of oil. Taking a cheek in each hand, Carla lovingly caressed each one. Kristin outwardly expressed her appreciation for Carla's technique as she moaned almost continuously. 

Carla grew bolder with each motion, letting her fingers trail into Kristin's cleft. The oil slickened blonde spread her legs wide, obscenely wide. The less than subtle invitation was not lost on Carla as her hands continued to run up and down Kristin's flexing ass, her fingers rubbing the puckered star that winked at Carla with each pass. 

Kristin's hips began to rock up and down, searching for Carla's fingers, searching for release. Carla slid her fingers along each side of Kristin's swelled labia, her skin now slick with her own excretions. She brought her hands inward, squeezing her sex, her inner lips now puckering out. Carla heard a muttering coming from the undulating blonde. "Carla, Carla....."

Carla answered the call as she slid one and then two fingers between Kristin's swollen lips. Kristin's hips reared up and drove her pussy over Carla's fingers. Kristin groaned loudly as she pushed hard, grinding on Carla's hand. "Oh Fuck Me Please! "She shouted. 

As though concerned that they may not be alone, Carla paused briefly to look around before moving behind Kristin, between her wide spread legs. Turning back to the writhing blonde, Carla began fucking her in earnest with two fingers, quickly adding a third. As she plunged her hand deep into her tight snatch, she ran her free hand over the young girls' ass, pulling her cheeks further apart until she could place her thumb on Kristin's pulsating anus. 

Kristin was shaking now climaxing constantly as she drenched Carla's hand. Sensing a final crescendo, Carla pushed her thumb deep into Kristin's ass and the young girl literally exploded, her female juices squirting Carla, drenching her from the waist down. 

Carla climaxed along with her; no physical contact needed, purely emotional. Kristin collapsed face down, completely spent, mumbling in an unknown language. Still kneeling between her legs, Carla could not resist leaning in and sampling the juices that Kristin had so abundantly expelled. The taste was sweet and warm as Carla lapped away at the inside of her thighs, careful to avoid contact with Kristin's still quivering pussy.

Satiated, Carla stretched up along Kristin's body, resting on her back and kissed the back of her neck. Carla rolled off to the side and Kristin turned and reached for her, hugging her and kissed her deeply. Their tongues played tag with each other while their hands moved up and down over each other's bodies. 

Breaking their kiss, Kristin looked deep into Carla's eyes. Her look offered reciprocation, which Carla was more than happy to receive. No words were spoken as Carla reached back and untied her bikini top. Kristin marveled at the sight. "Oh, they're so beautiful, "she said as she took one in each hand, pinching each nipple between her thumb and index finger. 

Carla held her breath as the sexy blonde leaned in and took a nipple gently between her teeth, tugging slightly. Carla put her hand on the back of Kristin's head and held her tight to her breast. Kristin suckled at one while her left hand fondled the other. This left her right hand with nothing to do but wander; and wander it did. 

Carla was experiencing another form of heaven. When George made love to her, it was much more than physical, but the physical part was the best she had ever had and figured that she had reached the pinnacle. She could not have been more wrong. Kristin's touch was different, softer maybe. It was clear that a woman knows what a woman wants, and this woman certainly had Carla's number. 

Kristin's hand found its way to Carla's belly button and her fingers danced around, flicking at the piercing, dipping into the little recess, in and out. Carla shuddered in climax as Kristin fucked her belly button with her little finger. Kristin grinned with her mouth still full of breast, her tongue flicking a strained nipple. 

Carla was out of body now, instincts in control. Gently, she coaxed her young lover off her teat and guided her down toward her wanting sex. Willingly, Kristin scattered kisses along the path, pausing briefly to rim the bejeweled navel.

Kristin sat upright on her knees and faced her new friend and lover. Their eyes said all that needed saying. Carla lay down on her back, her arms at her side in submission. Kristin reached for the suntan lotion and sprayed each of Carla's tits. Rubbing it in, Kristin said, "We don't want to ruin your boyfriend's playthings now, do we?" Carla shuddered at the sensation.

At Carla's side, Kristin ran her hands down the brunette's torso, caressing along the way. Reaching her hips, she paused to glance at Carla as her fingers slid under the strings of her bottoms. Carla nodded her permission as she closed her eyes, giving herself to another woman.

Kristin slid the tiny bottom down her legs and over her feet, gently tickling the soles. Trying to escape the tickling, she spread her legs and as though part of a nefarious plan, Kristin dropped down between them, her face inches from Carla's pussy. 

Having Carla where she wanted her, Kristin reached up and ran her finger around the outside of Carla's swollen lips. "Such a pretty pussy, "Kristin commented as her finger continued its exploration, spreading the juices along her outer lips, careful to skip over the little bump on top. Kristin could see Carla's clit pulse in time with her heartbeat, hiding below its little pink hood. "So nice and smooth, "Kristin continued as she spread the natural lubricant over Carla's mound.

"George shave's it for me, "Carla managed to utter under her breath. Kristin's own pussy pulsed as she thought about a man loving her that way. 

"You are a lucky girl, "said the blonde as her head ducked below Carla's line of sight.

"Luckier by the minute, "Carla said to herself as she felt Kristin's tongue part her pussy lips and gently lick up until the tip of her tongue kissed the clit that had now come out of hiding. Carla climaxed again, her clit throbbing. Kristin backed off and let her tongue explore Carla's depths. 

Carla's hips rocked as she tried to drive Kristin's tongue deeper. "Oh, fuck me with your tongue, "Carla cried as Kristin grazed Carla's clit with her dexterous tongue. "Oh fuck, "She uttered as another climax ripped through her sweat covered body.

Unrelenting, Kristin substituted first one, then two fingers for her tongue. Carla raised herself up on her elbows to watch the young blonde pleasure her. Feeling watched, Kristin raised her head to find Carla staring at her, a look so ravenous, Kristin's own pussy spasmed. 

Smiling, Kristin began to slide her fingers back and forth into Carla's drenched pussy. The sucking sound was loud as her pussy lips grabbed at her lover's fingers, her inner walls squeezing with each inward thrust. Kristin hooked her fingers upward, searching for that elusive magical spot. Carla sucked in her breath as Kristin's fingernails gently scraped across her g-spot. Having found Carla's hidden treasure, Kristin went in for the kill.

Putting pressure on the g-spot, Kristin ran her thumb over Carla's cum soaked lips before moving up to her distended clit. Now fucking her with her hand, Kristin nearly lifted Carl's butt off the pad. On her knees, Kristin continued to pleasure Carla's pussy with one hand while her other made its way over her stomach until it reached her left tit. Momentarily squeezing it, she took the nipple between her thumb and forefinger and pinched, pulling outward.

This was the trigger Kristin had been looking for. Carla's eyes opened wide as she felt the tsunami-like climax descending upon her. As she began to scream in release, Kristin kissed her, muffling her passion and taking her remaining breath away. Carla passed out briefly as her body shook trying to break free of her blonde conqueror's hold.

It took a few minutes for Carla to rejoin the living. Her body was limp, beyond relaxed, as she slowly opened her eyes. Looking down at her, Kristin smiled, "welcome back. I hope that was alright." Smiling back, Carla summoned enough strength to pull Kristin to her, kissing her lightly.

Holding her young lover tight, she confessed, "I have never felt anything like that in my life." Carla's hand ran slowly up and down the young girls back, her fingers tracing the crack of her tight ass.

Content to just lie there and caress one another, Carla continued, "That's the first time I've ever made love to another woman." 

Looking for a response, Carla tilted her head up to look at Kristin. A small tear traveled down the young girl's cheek as she answered, "I hope it's not the last." 

Carla's heart lurched as she pulled Kristin tighter yet, kissing her to seal their bond. 

Feeling the need to fully consummate their new relationship, Carla guided her new lover onto her back. Now on her knees, Carla playfully sprayed more lotion onto the tantalizing blonde. Setting the bottle down, Carla began exploring Kristin's body, running both hands lightly over her skin. Her fingers lingered long enough at the young girl's breasts to tweak her distended nipples, eliciting a low groan. Continuing southward, she paused to play with Kristin's belly button, repeating the faux fucking that Carla had received earlier.

Kristin's squirming intensified with anticipation as Carla's travels drew her closer to her final destination. Kristin anticipated her new friend's next move by spreading her legs wide. Smiling at her, Carla accepted the invitation and situated herself on her knees between the long, tanned, spread legs. Kristin's pussy shined in the sunlight, her juices free-flowing from within.

It took every bit of inner strength that Carla could muster to keep from burying her face in the young girl's cunt. But she resisted, taking a page from George's playbook. Starting with one leg, she lifted it up, running her hands up and down, from her thigh to the tips of her toes and back again, like jacking off a giant prick. Repeating the process with the other leg, she had Kristin in near convulsions, as the blonde tried to put her aching pussy in contact with Carla's leg, striving to hump her like a wanton dog.

Carla too had had enough of the foreplay. Holding Kristin's legs together at the knees, she pushed her legs back over her torso, lifting her butt off the mat. The sight of Kristin's slit and juice covered ass was one of the most beautiful things Carla had ever seen and she told her so as her tongue sampled her first pussy.

That single swipe of the tongue over her anus and pussy caused Kristin's body to tighten and convulse, her juices bubbling to the surface. Carla feasted on her, her tongue delving deep between her lips, scouring the inner walls of her pulsating pussy. 

Kristin propped herself up on her elbows and tried to focus. Her legs were over the brunette's shoulders, her pussy being ravished by the seemingly sex-starved woman. Kristin's orgasms stacked one upon the other as she tried to breath, waiting for Carla to deliver the coup de grace that she knew was coming. 

Just when she thought she could take no more, Kristin sensed a change of purpose in her lover's tact. Moving up slightly, Carla took Kristin's throbbing clit between her lips and sucked on it, as though it was a smaller version of her other lover's cock. Simultaneously, her thumb slipped through the tight portal of Kristin's ass. 

Not given a choice, Kristin screamed "FUUUCCKK!!!, " as tears rolled down her cheeks and the mother of all orgasms took control of her body. Juices flowed from within, seemingly trying to flush the intruder from her body. Carla slowed her sucking, savoring the taste while her thumb unconsciously continued a gentle probing. 

Kristin's body continued to quake and she shivered as Carla laid her back down and wrapped her in her arms, kissing away the tears. Sensing that her heart was no longer in danger of exploding and catching her breath, Kristin looked at Carla through the remaining tears. "Thank you, "she said, as she gave Carla a light kiss on the lips. 

"You're welcome, "Carla responded, returning the kiss. "I hope I did okay for my first time."

Kristin's eyes got a little bigger, "You weren't kidding? That was your first time?"

"Yup, "said Carla, all proud of herself, "first time with a woman"

"God," Kristin responded, "I hope my first time with a man is that good."

It was Carla's turn to be surprised. "You mean, you've never....?" unable to finish the sentence.

"Nope, "came the reply.

Carla's mind began to spin with the possibilities.