Part 6 of the saga continues. Sorry took so long for this next update, thanks for all the messages and patience. If anyone else knows where I can post my stories for others, please shoot me a message. To read chapters 1-5 [click here](https://www.reddit.com/user/Different_Networks/comments/xohw6q/here_is_a_link_to_all_my_stories/)
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It was only Monday and the sun had barely come up. Marc would not be back home until Wednesday, Thursday, or even worse, Friday. By then his wife and the entire crew would have returned home, severely increasing the risk of getting caught if Carrie or Marc attempted to continue sneaking around in front of multiple sets of new eyes. She remained in the bed, still scantily clad in her sexiest red outfit, flashing back through the latest event and running a finger over the circular cool damp spot on his bed. Carrie put her head on his pillow, taking in all of the lingering scents of the sex filled room with a smile and feeling she could not let go of yet. Having only had about four hours of sleep, she just closed her eyes a moment, wrapping up in his warm covers before doing the chore she hated the most, washing sheets.
Luck would have it that a few minutes of closing her eyes resulted in waking up several hours later in the same position that she fell asleep. Carrie sprung up thinking it was much later than it was, but was relieved to see the clock only displayed 11:36am. She stripped the sheets off the mattress, looking around the edges and under the bed to make sure there was no evidence of infidelity that could be discovered at a later time. Thinking of all the stories she heard about lost earrings, she checked her own ears, making sure both of hers were still in place.
Carrie felt sexy walking around Marc’s house in her current state, thinking about being the type of woman who would wear different outfits for him while doing everyday tasks, to be waiting at the door prepared to succumb to his every will, or simply sprawled out naked in bed for the moment he walked in the room to undress. The opportunity to do that in her own home had come and gone, that time had already passed, she should have started years ago. As she tossed the sheets in the machine, she let her mind wander to all sorts of things, the acts that she was always too shy or ashamed to do with a man but really wanted to try or the taboo thought of having a threesome with his wife. Carrie never had sex with a woman before and it never really entered her mind. Sure she had a few drunken make out sessions in college with friends as a result of a dare from other drunken onlookers, but nothing ever serious. The idea of an open relationship with their significant others would be perfect, but resigned herself to the fact that would never happen as she pushed the start button on the washer.
She waited around another half hour as the sheets finished washing before tossing them in the dryer. Carrie would come back later to actually make the bed when everything dried. During the time she waited while the sheets were in the wash, she looked around, not to be nosy but to scratch the curiosity itch inside. After peeking in his wife’s dresser drawers she could tell that there were a few outfits that also had been pushed to the back of the drawer, making way for sweats and tee shirts in this home as well. She decided that walking back to her house around noon in her current state of dress would be a terrible idea, grabbing a pair of shorts and a shirt from the unknowing borrower in the dresser, remembering how they were folded to be put back was a much safer choice.
Carrie tossed the borrowed clothes over her outfit, took a quick peek around the room for the moment, fully aware she would be back later. She made her way back home and up into her room for a shower. She realized as she began to disrobe, that the outfit that was worn would need a wash and tossed it in the sink for a round of hand washing later. Not truly wanting to clean off all of the naughtiness that was stuck to her, she determined it was the best bet and reluctantly hopped in.
At this point, Marc had already exited the plane from a short flight and was stepping off the curb into an Uber for the ride to his hotel. On the ride over, he called his wife. They spoke quickly with the sounds of excited little ones in the background jumping in and out of the water. She mentioned that they were shooting to come home on Friday because everyone was doing well together. As he pulled up to the front door of the hotel, they said their goodbyes, and Marc made his way inside to check in.
Marc had been to this hotel a half dozen times this year alone and recognized a few familiar faces at the main desk. After getting the key card, he grabbed his bag, and made his way up to the room. Settling everything down quickly to adjust the temperature in the room to a much cooler degree, his phone vibrated in his pocket, it was Carrie.
The conversation began, “Hey. How was the flight? Oh and I figured since you are going to be away for a few days, I left you a little something on your camera roll.”
He opened up the app and once he navigated to the photos the first image he saw was of her bright red nipple and the handful of teeth marks he left on her, “Flight was good and wow, sorry about that.”
Carrie was smiling now wrapped up in her towel from the shower, “Don’t be. I can’t stop thinking about this morning, and every time I move it still stings. I like it. A LOT! But keep scrolling, there’s more”
He swiped through the remaining pictures of her body, legs, and feet then opened a video. He watched it two times making sure he heard the words correctly before replying back, “Well I think I have one or two scratch marks on my back as well, but damn that body of yours. I should have stuck you in my bag on the plane.”
“Mmm, I always wanted to join that mile high club,” she claimed.
“Well maybe you should hop on a plane and we can sort that out on the way back.”
Carrie replied back, “Oh sure, I’ll just tell ‘you-know-who’ I am going grocery shopping and I’ll be back in a few days.”
“Fine, fine. So you like a little pain, huh? What else aren’t you telling me,” he asked.
“What, you want me to just list everything out?
“Sure. I’m waiting.”
Her eyes opened wide, “Whoa, whoa. I’m not letting all my secrets out of the bag, you will have to find them for yourself.”
Marc laughed out loud as he sat on the bed to continue the conversation, “Well let’s see. You seem to want a little pain, like to play dress up, enjoy my mouth on certain parts of you, get a little out of control when your feet are touched, and I guess like to use YOUR mouth as an alarm clock, how am I doing?”
Carrie read his list, thinking back to doing all those things with him recently, “You’re getting me wet again.”
Knowing he had some time to kill before dinner he sent over, “Show me. Right now.”
If there was a literal button or switch on her body that turned her on, Marc already knew how to find it. She replied back to him, “I think you may have found something else in my secret bag. One minute sir.” Carrie placed the phone on the floor, got out of the shot and hit record.
After recording the video she sent it over for him to watch. Waiting the minute or so before it came through, he finally opened it. The bathroom looked familiar from his quick fix of her sink last week. In a few seconds she came into view, straddling the phone below her legs on the tile. Marc watched as she stood motionless, giving him a great view of her body up from the floor. After standing there for a few seconds, she slowly began to squat down over the lens, her pussy opening ever so slightly. Marc could see that she was not joking, the transparent film already clutching her insides, but Carrie did not stop there. She stuck her hand into the shot and began to rub her clit in small circles, finishing off the show by curling her middle and ring fingers inside. The microphone picked up on the wet sounds her fingers were making. She took them out, grabbed the phone with her dry hand, and then showed him her sucking her fingertips. Before she ended the video she said, “Mmmmm, I can still taste you on me,” and stopped recording.
Marc wanted to hop on the next plane home and have his way with her after seeing that video. Not making a comment about what she just did he asked, “Well, well, well, you listen so nicely. You like to be told what to do huh?”
Instead of just sending a simple “yes” back to him, she continued the conversation by recording a short video. Carrie sent over biting the side of her bottom lip, and with her best puppy dog eyes she just nodded her head up and down.
He was tired of typing and switched over to her contact information and started the video call. Carrie picked up and he began, “Good to hear, and since you haven’t gotten dressed yet, I think you need to open your panty drawer.”
Without speaking she exited the bathroom, headed over to the dresser, opened the drawer, and flipped the camera around to show him. He was impressed at how everything was organized, and after a few thoughts told her, “Put on those green ones.”
Carrie hadn’t worn that pair in months, they were a simple cotton pair of low rise briefs, in sea-foam green. She grabbed them anyway and began to put them on before hearing, “Slow down, put the phone on the dresser, turn around and let me watch you pull them up.”
She propped the phone up against her jewelry box, took a few steps away, and reached the edge of her bed. The view on the other end was spectacular, Carrie’s naked body from behind in full view, more goosebumps were overtaking her skin at this moment. She looked over her shoulder at the phone, dropping the panties to the floor, and bent over for him. After popping a foot in each hole, Carrie put her head down on the mattress, reached down to her ankles and pulled the green bottoms up, stopping right below her cheeks. Held up to her thighs by the elastic wait, she spread herself open again before pulling them up and over her ass, giving him a little wiggle before returning to the phone.
Closing the panty drawer first, she then opened the drawer right below, giving him a view of the array of bras it contained, “No bra today Carrie.”
This shocked her a bit, even with not being very busty, she always wore a bra due to her nipples always showing regardless of the temperature. Still, she remained quiet, waiting for his next decision, “OK and last thing, throw on a tight white tank top, so you can feel the bite mark all night long.”
It was as if he was purposely choosing garments that would torment her the rest of the day. Carrie walked over to her closet and grabbed the only one she had, a spaghetti strap white camisole with lace trim on the bottom that only went down to the middle of her stomach. It was truly tight all over, accentuating her torso like she wasn’t even wearing anything. Typically she would never wear this unless it was under another top, but she pulled it over her head and immediately felt the sensation pull her nipples tight.
Carrie extended her arms out, tilting the camera up and down her body, waiting for his approval. To Marc, she looked incredible fresh out of the shower with damp messy hair and the skimpy outfit he picked out, “Looks perfect. OK that’s it, nothing else. I do have to run for an early dinner with some people I am meeting out here, so I have to go. Oh, yeah, don’t forget my sheets, and make sure those stay on until I call you back, even if someone tries to take them off you.”
She chuckled at his face on the screen rolling her eyes, “Yeah, ‘that’ won’t be a problem. I’ll save it all up for your return. Talk soon.”
They ended the call and Marc got changed for dinner and headed out. He met with a few of his coworkers at this location within the hotel’s restaurant. There was one guy that he couldn’t stand to be around when he traveled here. This guy always managed to choose the most expensive drinks and food when he ate on the company’s dime, but being the highest ranking employee, Marc always had to approve the bill. They ate and drank for a little over an hour during what became a working dinner. The best news of the night was that Marc should be all done with what was required by Wednesday night, giving him an opportunity to fly out that night or early Thursday morning.
It was a little after 5pm as they were about halfway through their main course when Marc’s phone buzzed in his pocket. Never one to have his phone on the table, he simply looked at his smartwatch, seeing there was a photo image sent from Carrie. Marc adjusted in his seat to pull the phone out of his pocket and checked the text under the table. He opened the photo and it was just a simple picture of his bed, remade from the morning’s mess, and looking as if nothing had occurred on it.
Marc attempted to put the phone back in his pocket, but there was a flurry of buzzes that arrived one after the other. Keeping the screen out of view from his colleagues he saw a handful of new photos begin to download. The first one that completed was a view of his ceiling, obviously from the perspective of someone on top of his bed. The buzzing was still wildly going off with the second being one of just the tips of her feet. Carrie then sent a series of new captures slowly inching up her entire body, legs, hips, stomach, chest, and then finally an entire body shot of her lying straight as an arrow. She was still wearing only the two articles of clothing from their previous discussion.
The next message was one that simply baffled Marc. It was a link to one of those applications that let someone control a remote toy. He sent his first message, “I’m guessing you have one of these for me to play with.”
Carrie sent back another phone in response. It was a picture of the bright pink compact toy in her hand. It did not take a rocket scientist to figure out how it was designed or its purpose. Shaped like a big C, one side had a larger end to be inserted inside and it curved down to a skinnier end that had a smaller bulb, obviously to be placed externally and most likely also included the antenna.
“I am installing the app now,” Marc typed away, “I have about 30 minutes left here, then I will try it out. For now, why don’t you turn it on, show me it sliding inside, and then I guess you will just have to wait.”
As the new app was being downloaded, Carrie started to get that feeling in her body again. When she grabbed the toy and came back to Marc’s to make the bed, things under her light green panties were starting to tingle. The thought of an orgasm from Marc, even though from miles away was making her excited again.
Full of eager anticipation, she began. Needing both hands for the task, she rested her phone against a pillow that she held between her feet and started to record another video for him. With her left hand she pulled her panties to the side, the clear melted sugar consistency that was leaking out of her was already sticking to the fabric. Carrie took the larger end, rubbing it all around her pussy getting it lubricated, and began to push it in. She held the toy by the narrow end, making contractions by tightening her muscles to let it slowly ease into her achy body, squeezing repeatedly until it moved into perfect position. She separated her tiny lips, getting the narrow end of the toy to rest against her clit, and then ended the video after pulling her panties back over the toy, securing it in place. The red light flashing behind her panties indicated it was on and ready for a command.
The app was almost installed as the video came through. Marc watched the entire movement of her body unfold as she accepted the toy inside. He could feel himself getting excited at the table and sent the next message over, “You look delicious! You’re getting me hard here, not the best time for this Carrie. You stay right there though, don’t take it out, don’t do anything else, just lie there and wait for me, ok?”
Truly enjoying the videos in lieu of texting back, she sent another short clip of her pinching her nipple over the white tank top and with half opened eyes, just nodded in agreement.
He fired back, “I said nothing, hands off everything,” and then opened the app. Carrie had already used his phone number to send him a request to be friends. He accepted and in a few moments the icons all lit up and he was now connected to the toy shoved up her pussy. He had to get back to paying attention to the others at the table, but first quickly browsed through the vibration and pulsing options of the toy. Before getting back to his colleagues, Marc decided to turn on the vibration to level 2 out of 10 and sent a message, “Now lay there in my bed, close your eyes to think about this morning, but don’t you dare cum yet. Understood?”
Instantly Carrie felt the power come to life as the mechanics inside the toy began to shake. It was not overpowering and usually she would need it to be a lot higher and have the pulsing turned on, but she had never actually used the toy with its main purpose, to be controlled by someone from a distance. Knowing he was at dinner and couldn’t properly hear a message from her she typed over to him, “OMG, please hurry, it’s vibrating right on my spot.”
“You’ll do great, just enjoy it, and it goes without saying to not cum,” he sent the message over, knowing it would be a while before getting back to her, slipping his phone back into his pants pocket.
She remained still, thinking back to the time he first touched her on the dock. The toy resembled that initial gentle touch of his fingers inside, she let her mind wander back to that short vacation before confirming back to Marc, “Anything you say.”
Leaving the phone where it was, he simply checked his watch, getting into his own situation under the table again. Now his own wife was not one be submissive or really enjoy that part of sexual encounters. They often flip flopped with who initiated things in the bedroom. Kinks that he had already explored with Carrie like biting, scratching, following commands, or foot play were not something that he had done before, even though they quietly turned him on more than he ever imagined.
Dinner was wrapping up and the waiter brought over the check. Marc flipped open his wallet to pull out the corporate card to pay for the dinner, tip the server, and then finally walked out with everyone. They all entered the elevator and Marc was the second stop, he said goodnight to the party and walked down the hallway to his room. He quickly swiped the entry card to his room and flew inside, locking the door and flipping over the swing bar for added security. Digging his phone out of his pocket he typed over, “Sorry that took so long, how ya doing over there.”
Carrie had been quietly squirming on top of the bed and feeling the constant pulses was torture. They were just enough to get her extremely turned on, but knew it would take very long for her to cross the finish line at this pace. She received his message, feeling a burst of energy now having his full attention and looked down between her legs to see thin cotton vibrating below. She took a quick photo from the front facing camera that gave Marc a view from where the covered toy was buzzing, all the way up to her face, and the golf ball sized wet spot that had been slowly forming over the past half hour.
Marc switched back to the app and after a second, turned the intensity up slightly on the toy. Carrie’s mouth opened with shock and pleasure, a newly formed pit of hunger began to grow inside her. There were times that she had just used the remote on herself, using the different levels or premade sessions that lasted from five to thirty minutes. They were fine, but could not ever get her to fully travel over the edge, often having to result in using her hands. This time, knowing there was someone actually using the remote live was much more engaging and she knew that soon her body wouldn’t be able to stop the tidal wave that was quickly approaching.
Wanting to see every second of the action, he pressed the button for a video call. She answered the call with a big smile, “Hello there.”
Marc didn’t say anything, instead he now pushed the icon with three waves and the pulsing began. It was the smallest of movements, a type of gentle counterclockwise rotation that felt like a finger was rotating on her g-spot from right to left. With the vibrations turned up a little more and the movement beginning, he spoke into the phone, “Cross one leg over the other.” He watched as her silky legs did as he asked. It only took about two seconds for the new tightness between Carrie’s thighs to cause her push up and down into the bed.
Starting to undress himself, he raised both of the digital levers up a few more notches to about halfway, hearing the distant buzzing sounds come through the speaker. Carrie was not moaning just yet, but began to mutter out a handful of “mmm’s.”
He flipped his own view to the rear camera, giving her a view of his own body from the chest down in boxers, “Feeling good over there,” he asked?
“So good, wish it was you inside me, but I guess this is the next best thing. Are you going to take that nice big dick out for me?”
Hearing her talk like that was still a shock to Marc, it just invalidated years of misconceptions about her, but he removed the last piece of his clothing with one hand, using the other to hold the phone for her reveal. He began to stroke himself at the view of Carrie in her deep pleasure session. It didn’t take very long for him to get fully erect, removing his hand to go back to the app. She stared at it, the clean and thick flesh that was in her mouth and other parts of her that very day. He turned off the vibration, but switched the pulsing to full power.
“Oh such a tease,” she cried out.
He brought his fist back down between his legs and resumed the jerking, “Take your bottoms off now.”
Marc watched as Carrie pulled the panties down, starting at her hips and eventually rolling them down her legs. She showed him the inside, already fully soaked, then brought the camera down between her legs. The pink toy was flashing and the smaller end was visibly shaking against her clit causing her cute pussy lips to vibrate. He moved both sliders back to the middle for a bit, Carrie fully enjoying the toy stuffed inside and the view of the hand wrapped around his cock.
Not having a hand or mouth to aid in cleaning up the mess, Carrie felt the liquid from her insides dripping down between her ass as his hand went faster. Her knees were twitching now, the wonderful technology getting her closer every second. It had only been a few times, but Marc was starting to pick up on the cues of how her body behaved.
He was squeezing himself hard, moving the hand vertically up and down much faster now, “You can’t cum yet Carrie, you have to wait for me,” he revealed and then jacked up the toy to full strength.
There was a clear difference between full power and even 75% of the toy. It was a magical feeling as it roared to full strength, the sensations felt tenfold at this point. All the times Marc came with her, she never actually saw it, it was either dumped in her mouth or pussy. She knew the moment she saw him explode, seeing that white mess shoot out of him was going to be all she could take and would result in her own climax.
Carrie wanted to help him along, indirectly helping her as well, “Stroke that big dick for me. Show me that I’m a good girl and can make you cum anywhere. I already miss that taste in my mouth.”
Marc loved the dirty talk, without a doubt getting him closer, “Keep going, tell me more.”
She thought to herself, “Fuck! This is really hot,” getting her wetter and closer as well. But she always aimed to please, “I wish I was there to take it in my hands, stroking you, seeing your body tell me I’m doing good. I want it in my mouth, to taste that warm precum on my lips. I want to sit on it, grinding my hips up and down on you until I feel your body get tense and then fill me up again. I will do and try anything you ask Marc, my body is all yours, to do with it as you want” Carrie now moved the camera back between her legs. She clenched her muscles around the toy, showing him how tight she was. He was getting so close.
Carrie liked the dirtiness he was making her say, she felt desired, wanted, and even a little slutty, “Oh Marc, I’m so close too, but I’ll wait, I can wait for it, I’ll wait days for you. Stroke it harder for me, show me how I turn you on. Fuck, you turn me on so much. You get me wetter than him,” this was going to make him explode as she continued on for the homestretch. Each of them watching each other on the brink of orgasms, his breathing harder and accompanied by continuous grunting, “You kiss me better than him. Shit, I’m almost there, don’t hold back. You touch me better than he ever has. Please, please, Marc, don’t stop, it’s so tight inside, you’re so tight inside. You lick me so much better than him, I’ll be your dirty girl, suck you whenever you want me to. Fuck, fuck, fuck, please hurry, show me that cum explode. You get me wetter than I ever have been, you don’t even need to touch it, I drip just thinking about you. You fuck me so much better than him, better than anyone ever has.” Her voice began to whimper and Marc could see the muscles in her thighs begin to stiffen.
There was no reason to hold back now, “You want to cum don’t you. Hold on just a little more and watch me.”
“Whatever you want Marc, I’m yours, my pussy and body are yours,” she was panting and barely able to speak. That was about all he could take, he was going to blast away any second now. Marc grabbed himself harder now and didn’t stop. When he had a solo session the few seconds before he came always resulted in a huge glob of precum that pushed its way out, that was the indicator that a few seconds later he would erupt. She saw it ooze out of him, slowly leaking down over his head.
“Yes, yes, yes, that’s it, show me that big load, I want to lick it up” Carrie was going to start the moment she saw him have his release. He began to get tense and get louder with his grunting, “There you go, harder, cum for me, right now, I’m begging you, please let me see it.”
As Marc felt the cum move up through his dick, he grabbed hard and pulled down. Carrie watched as the first cum filled contraction shot like a hurricane out the head of his dick, possibly landing on the floor. Holding it firm and moving slower now, each pulse moved his member about an inch or two backwards towards his chest as he reached the base, his strong muscle releasing more and more cum each time.
For his own viewing pleasure while he was blowing, she spread her legs open and put the phone near her pussy, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” she screamed in his bed. The first wave sent the toy shooting out, her strong contractions sending it flying like someone spitting gum out their mouth. Carrie raced her hand down and furiously grabbed the toy to place it on her clit rubbing hard through her own shaking and body spasms.
Carrie was visibly shaking, having to pull the toy away from her body, “I need you to hold me down again when I cum, it feels much better. Fuck, that was intense though.”
They both finally settled down. Carrie squeezed the toy to turn it off, the tip of the bigger end completely coated with her dirty frosting, “Why can’t you come through the door here and take me for another round right now. I need to feel that warmth inside me.”
Marc laughed at her remarks, “Well, that would be nice wouldn’t it. But the good news is that I will most likely be back late in the morning on Thursday.”
“Mmmm, so close but so far. Are you going to have me come over again?” she asked.
“There, your house, the deck, the pool, my car, or the driveway, one of those places.”
Carrie felt tingles inside again, “Well I can’t wait, but I should walk home now before everyone around here starts to come home from work. Ya know, someone didn’t let me put on pants today.”
“You can go home and get dressed,” he said, panning the camera at his own cum covered body, “and I probably need to clean up as well.”
They both laughed and said bye for the time being. Carrie walked home quickly and Marc hopped in the shower to clean off. Over the next two days there was no time for another session. By the time he was done working on this trip, Carrie’s husband was already home for the night. That did not stop her from sending pics of her body all day posing in different positions around her house, jokingly asking him if this is where he was going to take her upon arrival. She had never felt so alive in her life. She even began to take more risky pictures of her thighs, sneaking in her face, or sliding over her shorts while on the opposite couch from her husband, making comments about how he doesn’t please her like Marc does.
It was finally Thursday and Marc was thrilled to be sitting at the airport early waiting for his flight home. The thought about what was waiting for him only a few hours away was the only thing on his mind. There was a buzz on his phone, it was another picture from Carrie. This time after her husband left for work, she stripped down to nothing and got back into bed, sending her current state under the cover over to him with the caption, “I’ll be waiting for you like this, how long do I have to wait.” The picture was her entire petite frame accompanied by hard nipples and purely sexy skin.
He responded back, “That looks good, but not exactly what I had in mind. I will land at about 11:30am.”
Confused, she asked, “So, so far away, but then what DO you have in mind?”
“Plain and simple. Slutty, dress up as slutty as you can.”
This comment was both exciting and mysterious at the same time, “Mmmm, I like being your slutty little secret. I hope you like what I come up with. I’ll unlock the back door, just come get me when you get home, I’ll be waiting.”
The last message Marc sent before he hopped on the flight was, “I intend to.”
She sent one final one back as well, “Looking forward to it,” and tossed the covers off her naked body. She found herself getting intoxicatingly horny, unable to think straight, wanting him there right now, and dreading the hours until he took control of her again.
Carrie spent the rest of the morning thinking about what to wear. She drank a few cups of coffee and flipped around on the television until it was about an hour from when she expected Marc to finally get back. She walked up the stairs and back in her room to shower and get ready. During the shower, she shaved her legs, trimmed up the hair to perfection between her legs, and used all of the products she owned.
After drying off, she began to put together all of her ideas she thought about that morning. The makeup was going to be key to the whole ensemble. Carrie started with a set of fake eyelashes that had been sitting in her vanity for years. She added a healthy amount of mascara to both the tops and bottoms to make them pop in any light. Next she tossed all of her makeup on the counter, looking through all the colors that were never touched.
She decided on adding a liberal amount of gold shimmered highlighter to the corners of her lower eyelids and followed that up with a thin line of her darkest black eyeliner on the bottom. Carrie looked into the mirror, already feeling like one of those twenty-something party girls in the club, but it wasn’t enough yet.
Still continuing with her eyes, she took another item from her arsenal and added small black wings to the outside of her eyes before filling the tops of her eyes with a smokey black color and dabbing a few drops of silver glitter to them. Carrie couldn’t remember the last time that her blue eyes popped like that and internally joked with herself that she should always do this before going out to the stores.
Carrie hardly ever wore makeup, not only did she not like the feeling of it on her face, she rarely had the time to do it. Even so, she flipped open the compact of blush and began to generously apply the rose colored powder to her cheeks. The contrast of the tan on her face and the blush initially made her look like a clown until she worked at it a few more minutes.
Pleased with the outcome, she moved on to her lips next, choosing a light chestnut lip liner, she began to outline her lips with a thin strip on the edges. Knowing how Marc had enjoyed red so much, she dug through her zipper bag of lipsticks and decided on a color called bright berry red. For the finishing touches on her lips, she cracked open the seal of a never before used tub of pearl shimmer gloss and dabbed a few drops around her lips, rubbing them together to coat them completely. She looked into the mirror for inspection, “We’re getting there.”
All that was left was her hair and she couldn’t do her normal routine of a ponytail or straight brushing. Instead she tossed in some hair mousse and took a blow dryer to it. Looking at her reflection, Carrie dug her hands into her hair, shaking it wildly to get it a bit frizzy. Opening another drawer that contained hair ties and clips, she decided on one that was her biggest, clipping the messy hair up behind her head, but pulling a few straight strands out from the sides to hang over her face. She saw an elastic lacy hair tie and decided that it would look great as a choker around her neck.
There was something still missing. She stood naked in the bathroom, turning her head side to side, up and down to see what else she could do. Then the lightbulb went off and she exited the bathroom. Opening the standing wooden jewelry case, she grabbed a pair of massive thin gold hoop earrings and slid them in her ears. She stepped in front of the full body mirror for another view, “Now, I look like a whore!”
Carrie covered her entire body with a lotion that contained tiny specks of glitter and smelled like she just walked up on a catwalk at a strip club. She checked her finger and toenails, still in great shape from the other day and then moved into her closet. Not having many things to choose from, she grabbed a skimpy short black dress she had not worn in years. Pulling it over her head, making sure to not smear the makeup, she was almost done. Finally she grabbed the red thigh highs she passed on earlier in the week and slipped them on, thinking the mismatch of black and red would make her look like a real life prostitute, and she was right.
Back at the mirror for one final look, she forgot something for her feet. There wasn’t much to choose from, but a pair of black pointed stiletto heels with ankle straps she wore to a wedding many years ago caught her eye. She was finally finished and feeling dirty and sexy at the same time. She could feel that her panty-less body was already getting prepared for him between her legs. The view from her bedroom gave a good look at the road, and soon she would see and hear Marc’s car coming down the street.
Waiting around as the clock was ticking away, it was 12:15pm, it would be any minute now. She had not received a message yet, but that was only adding to the excitement and anticipation. Deciding that dressing up was not enough, Carrie went over to her nightstand to take out a few things. She decided on pulling out the pair of small nipple clamps she used for her own self pleasure and stared at an item still in its original packaging. Months ago, she had gone to an adult demo party, it was where she picked up the remote toy. Wanting to always try new sensations, she ordered the smallest of butt plugs, but had yet to try it out. Not wanting something hard, it was a dark blue silicone plug with a heart-shaped end. Carrie tossed it on the bed with the clamps, and added the bottle of Lola lube as well.
She heard the sound of tires on the pavement out the window and rushed over to look. It was only the mailman, but then as she was about to turn away, the familiar Lexus made the turn. Carrie rushed over to the mirror for one final inspection. Happy with how she looked, she waited to hear the door open at the back of the house right underneath her bedroom before getting into position.
The door finally opened and Marc stepped inside. He didn’t smile at her, didn’t rush towards her or comment on how she looked. However, he had a ravenous look in his eyes that could turn Carrie into a puddle in seconds. Marc approached her, walking around her body in circles silently. She had an inexpiable feeling like lightning running up and down her body, but she didn’t speak either. He looked so good in front of her. Even though it was just normal clothes, she was undressing him in her mind.
Marc’s inspection came to an end as he took two steps away from her. She was standing in front of him, her delicate hands clasped in front of her waist, legs crossed at the ankles when he finally acknowledged her, “Perfect,” and unzipped the fly on his pants, pulling out his already half hard cock, “let’s begin.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xy16u9/from_neighbor_to_summertime_fling_part_6_fm