If you haven't read "Carries New Neighbour" before it may be a good idea to start with that first. Either way please enjoy my second attempt at a story and leave any feedback.
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Arriving home from a long stressful day at work, Carrie lumbers up the stairs to the front door. Approaching the door she notices something different, there is a white flash sticking out from the jamb. Reaching out to pull the note from the door frame she unfolds the paper and examines the neat, deliberate lettering.
"My house, 9pm, shaved, lace..."
All afternoon she thumbs through the letters on the note, analysing each one, reading into the decision to add them to her note. She is undecided about the night ahead, on one hand she is growing bored of the regularity of her summer affair, but on the other there is an air of passion and surprise built into the note.
To break the tension she reheats the left over dinner from the night before and flicks through the TV, bored with passing time and starting to feel the familiar cold of anticipation. Enough of the cold she decides as she moves to her wardrobe to pick out a suitable outfit for the night ahead before hitting the shower. As she slides her panties down around her ankles she runs her hand through her pubic hair, growing longer through a combination of neglect and comfort with her lover.
Deciding to surprise her lover for the night she lathers up in the hot shower, running her hands over her breasts and up to her neck as the hot steamy water runs down her body. Paying careful attention to her pussy she picks up her razer in one hand as she applies shaving foam around her swelling lips with the other. Moving her middle finger down her lips she parts her pussy, flattening herself for the blade as her mind wanders and tempts her to take the pulsating shower head to her labia.
Resisting the urge she completes the shaving job and steps out of the shower to dry off.
Thumbing through her wardrobe she lets her mind go over the note again and again, analysing every letter and changing her mind about what to wear over and over. After deciding to surprise her man she slips a black lace g-string over her tight arse and finishes the look with a white, transparent baby doll. Turning and posing in front of the mirror she can see her nipples stick through the soft fabric, stopping briefly to pick and rub them to get her in the mood.
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Sneaking up the back stairs to her lover's house she can feel the cool breeze caress her body, the season is changing and she can feel the effects on her soft, waiting skin. Looking through the bedroom window she can see a dancing flame and a flickering light fill the room. Hoping so surprise her man she silently pushes open the front door and nudges her leg inside.
As she slides into the living room she turns slowly to close the door behind her, as she does she can feel a rush of air on the back of her neck as a body in the dark presses against her lightly covered back.
Caught off guard she gasps as a strong, muscular arm reaches over her shoulder and around her neck, resting its lean, strong fingers across her windpipe. As her heart pounds from the hand across her neck she can feel finger nails snaking up her thigh, leaving a trail of raised sensitive skin in their wake. As the nails push further up her hanging baby doll she can feel the thumb wrap around the fabric of her underwear and start to pull it down.