This is part 4 of a 5 part series. If you want to start from the beginning you can find it here http://www.literotica.com/s/checkout-lane-hookup-ch-01
I tried to write this like a TV series, so that each part could be read on its own, but it does make more sense if you start from the beginning. As always a big thank you to my editor, cheer_smartie526 for all the help with this. I'd also like to thank those of you that have rated and commented on the previous chapters. I appreciate what you have to say. Enjoy the story.
Although it was past sunrise the room was still quite dark. There were no windows in the bedroom to allow the morning sun in. Carolyn slowly opened her eyes and realized Pete was no longer in bed with her. The door was ajar and a sliver of light was leaking in. She sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. There was a bit of soreness between her legs, almost like her pussy had a hangover from the night's indulgences. She stood up and smoothed the fabric of Pete's T shirt over her body. Step by step she silently padded over to the door and peered through the crack, curious why Pete had risen without her. He was standing in the middle of the room, bathed in the light of the rising sun. His movements were slow, deliberate and graceful. She guessed it was some kind of martial arts exercise, she was pretty sure it was not yoga. He was clad only in his boxer briefs, and they fit so snugly he might as well have been naked.
Much to her disappointment his cute little ass was in a bit of a shadow, so she turned her attention to his upper body. The lighting was much better, with the ridges and valleys of his washboard abs highlighted by the contrast between light and shadows. She watched the muscles in his arms flex as he switched from one pose to another. She felt her nipples begin to swell while her cunt feigned protest at the thought of being invaded again. Carolyn was surprised how quickly she adapted Pete's vernacular for her sex. He turned enough for her to see the bulge in the front of his shorts. Even though it was flaccid and covered up, the sight of his cock made her crave the feeling of fullness she had experienced only hours earlier. Her eyes drifted downwards, admiring his legs. For someone that worked in a lab he was in pretty good shape. She wondered if he worked out, and then began to think about him in a gym, his muscles bulging and his skin covered with sweat.
When he turned away from her his ass finally came into the light. Two perfect curves that she was dying to get her hands on. He stretched his arms over his head and starting with his wrists the muscles in his body began to flex. She watched as the smooth skin of his back became a maze of rifts and creases that her fingers were itching to explore. A soft moan escaped her lips; she clamped her hand over her mouth, hoping she had not disturbed him. She was both disappointed and thrilled when he turned to face her.
"Good Morning," Pete said. He had suspected she was watching him, but was not sure. He smiled when he saw that she was wearing only his T shirt.
"I'm sorry, I should not have been spying on you," she replied, blushing a bit.
"I don't mind having an audience, if I knew you wanted to watch I would have waited until you were awake."
"What were you doing?"
"I still can't quite pronounce it, it's kind of like Tai Chi, but has a few other things thrown in. It was developed by a group of Monks, but I doubt you are interested in the story."
Only if the monks all looked like you and skipped the celibacy thing she thought before replying. "Again, I'm sorry to have disturbed you," she reiterated.
"Don't be, I spent a while watching you sleep. In fact the reason I got up was I figured it might creep you out to wake up to me staring at you."
"That would not have bothered me," she replied, "you can continue your Tai whatever if you want. I like watching you."
"I think I have lost my focus for now," he said, admiring the way his T shirt clung to her body. He wondered if she would have the same reaction if he was wearing only a shirt, but his train of thought was derailed when she spoke.
"About last night..."
"Did you like it?" he asked.
Carolyn blushed, not sure how to respond to being asked if she liked it when a man she had only known for a few hours watched her masturbate twice, then tied her up and had his way with her. He had made her come several times, so it was pretty obvious she had enjoyed it, but she was embarrassed to admit the truth.
"Uh, yes. Do you know any women that complain about having multiple orgasms? I didn't think I could come that many times in one night, but..." Her voice trailed off. She wanted to come one more time, but she wanted him to be inside her when she did. She wanted his cock, not his finger, not his tongue and not one of his toys.
"But?" he replied, his eyes twinkling, "you want more."
"I do," she admitted, cheeks flushing once more.
"There's nothing wrong with that," he replied, taking a step towards her. His cock had started to swell the moment he saw her, but now the process was accelerating.
"Not so fast, this time I decide what we do," she said, hoping she could keep her resolve.
"Fair enough, what is your desire?"
"Take off your shorts and get on the bed, I want to be on top this time," she instructed.
Pete walked back into the bedroom of the suite, and then peeled off his boxer briefs. His cock was once again fully erect, although a little sore. The lustful stare from Carolyn was focused on his ass and he could feel it. He put one knee on the bed, pausing to let her look at him for a moment, and then rolled on to his back in the middle of the bed. He turned to see if she was naked yet. Much to his disappointment she still had his T shirt on, although it looked like her nipples were about to poke a hole through the material.
"Look at the ceiling, not me," she said, mocking his command from the previous night. She wondered if it had the same effect on him as it had on her.
The sound of the cotton garment being pulled off her body brought a smile to his face. He was tempted to look, even though he was quite familiar with what she looked like without clothes on.
"You put away all my toys," she lamented as she approached the bed, "but I think I can find something to play with."
Every inch of his skin cried out for her touch. He could hear her feet as she padded around the perimeter of the bed, and he could detect her movement in his peripheral vision. She managed to stay just far enough away that he never got a good look at her. Pete wondered what part of his anatomy she was looking at.
The man was like a buffet, and there were so many things she wanted to sample. It had been a very long time since she had shared a bed with such a fine example of the human male. Even his feet looked good, she thought as her eyes gradually moved along his body. The muscles in his legs were easily discernable, but not in a freakish, body builder way. When her visual inspection reached his cock she paused. At best, he was slightly above average, and like every other penis she had seen it just looked awkward, like a thick tail that had been attached to the wrong side of the body, but she still wanted it inside her. She wanted to feel the engorged head of his throbbing erection stretch her cunt open and fill her until his body was slamming against her clit. She continued her exam, looking at the subtle crevices that defined his abs. The gentle curve of his chest was difficult to see under the cover of his curly chest hair. She took only a cursory glance at his arms. She had enjoyed having them wrapped around her in the previous night's adventure, but didn't have much use for them in her current plan.
The bed shifted as Carolyn climbed on to it, but Pete obediently kept his eyes fixed on the ceiling. He felt her warm breath on his neck and longed to feel her lips against his skin.
"Do you like..." she whispered in his ear, "69?"
"Yea," he replied, his cock jerking slightly at the thought of being in her mouth, almost as if it were jumping for joy.
"Good, cause I really want to come on your face," she said, crawling on top of him. Her knees pressed against his shoulders and she felt his hand on her ass, pulling her pussy down against his mouth. She marveled at how things had changed from the previous night, she was in charge this time.
The scent of the bubble bath from the previous night hung in the air, mingling with the smell of her sex. Pete's eyes locked on her pouty lips, covered in the dew drops of her arousal. He took one last look at her pussy, and then pulled her down until his lips were pressed against her labia. He was vaguely aware that she had taken his cock into her mouth, and that her breasts were pressed against his body, but most of his attention was focused on her sex. Words like incredible or wonderful seemed inadequate when it came to the way the tender folds of her soft pink flesh felt against his tongue. Somehow he managed to resist the temptation to penetrate her, at least for the moment. Instead he lapped at her pussy, delighting in the way her smooth skin felt.
The problem Carolyn usually had with 69 was balancing her own pleasure with that of her partner. She wondered if men know how much work and concentration were required to give a really good blowjob. She always had trouble enjoying receiving oral sex when she was thinking about sucking cock. It was different this time; she didn't want Pete to come yet, so she was lackadaisical about the way she was going down on him. He seemed to understand, because he wasn't bitching about it, and he certainly was not holding back. The lesson he taught her the previous night had not been forgotten. She was capable of coming more than once, and she wanted to put that knowledge to use. She was going to come on his face and then ride his cock until she climaxed again. Carolyn felt his fingers dig into her ass, spreading her cheeks apart as he buried his face between her legs.
"Oh fuck that feels good," she moaned. She had given up on blowing him, he would have to be satisfied with a hand job and some dirty talk. His tongue swirled around her clit and the first sensation of her climax began to spread though her body. Carolyn rocked her hips, grinding her cunt against his face.