Getting Carried Away

The text message came through at 7:00 in the morning.

"I'm going to be in town with the kids and would love to see you."

The "kids" were the children from Carrie's school where she served as principal.

"I'd love to see you but don't you have to chaperone?"

"Not this time. They have more than enough."

"Lunch?"

"No. Hotel."

Carrie and I had been friends in college. I lusted after her but, being involved, nothing happened. Carrie was the one that got away and then came Facebook. We found each other again and, after 20 years, we'd met for dinner and had an explosive night together in a hotel room. I felt myself growing stiff just thinking about all the fun we'd had that evening. Six months later and she's in town so of course I want to see her.

"I'll let work know I'm sick today." I tell her without giving it a second thought, "I'll be in the hotel lobby waiting."

"See you around 11."

I didn't have to tell her which hotel, she knew.

I arrived at the hotel and paid for the room and had been there about 10 minutes when I spotted Carrie making her way through the revolving door. She was easy to spot with her red hair flowing, sunglasses pushed up on her head. She smiled when she saw me and gave me a hug which, leaning down, I turned into a kiss. The kiss deepened and we stepped into each other pressing our bodies close. Carrie broke the kiss taking a step back, chest heaving and blue eyes sparkling.

"I've got a confession to make," she said with a grin.

"Oh? What might that be?"

"I might have used BOB on the way over."

BOB is her battery-operated boyfriend, a blue vibrator that she'd bought after her divorce. I knew that she had BOB as I'd heard a lot about him but I was surprised that she'd brought him along much less made use of him.

"So you aren't wearing any..." I started to say.

"I was but they're in my purse now," and opening her purse she shows me the panties that lay there and I can just see, next to them, a slim blue vibrator.

Pressing the button for the elevator we step inside and I hit the button for the 12th floor. "Let me see BOB," I ask and Carrie opens her purse again and hands him to me. I turn it on and I lift Carrie's dress and press BOB between her legs. Carrie widens her stance and lets out a moan as I run the vibrator over her already sensitive clit.

"Did you cum?" I ask.

"No, I didn't have time to finish. I'd like to though."

The doors open and, turning off the vibrator, we make our way to the room. We open the curtains and then I lead Carrie to the office chair and pull her down onto it. Sitting on the floor in front of her I lift Carrie's dress up and place her legs over each arm of the chair.

"You shaved," I comment remembering the patch of red pubic hair that had been there last time.

"I thought you might like it bare," Carrie says with a nervous giggle.

I take BOB into my mouth and I can taste her on the device. Salty and sweet it's a taste like no other and I love it. It's all I can do not to kiss her thighs and take my own taste from the source but we've got time for that later. I turn BOB back on and I rub him gently over her smooth skin and then guide it to Carrie's clit. With her legs open to me I lick my middle finger and guide it inside her open pussy. I push in as deeply as my finger will go and I comment on how wet she is.

"Oh god...don't stop what you're doing," Carrie pants as I press the vibrator to her clit. "Oh shit oh shit oh shit," is her only response. I can tell she's already close to an orgasm as her pussy widens and so I quickly take advantage and slip a second finger inside her. It doesn't take too much effort once I begin fucking Carrie with my long fingers while keeping the vibrator just where it is on her clit. And then I feel it...as spasm after spasm pushes at my fingers and they get soaked.

"Fuck me now," Carrie demands as she grabs the vibrator from me, turns it off, and uses her foot to push me away. Standing up she walks on shaky legs to the bed and crawls onto it on hands and knees.

I start to undress. "Just take off your jeans and fuck me," Carrie demands.

I slide my jeans off and pull my hard cock out of my boxers. Getting on the bed behind Carrie I lift her dress over her waist and guide myself into her wet pussy. I thrust forward as Carrie pushes back so that I'm quickly buried inside her.

"Stop," she says and I do as I'm told when I feel her pussy tighten and loosen around my cock. "You like that?" Carrie asks but not waiting for a response because she knows I like it from the moan that escapes my lips, she again demands that I fuck her.

Grabbing Carrie's hips for leverage I try to bury myself even deeper inside of her and then I tighten my muscles and make my cock jump inside her. "Two can play that game," I say as I pull out and then slowly start to enter her again.

"I don't want it gentle, fuck me," Carrie yells.

Grabbing her hips tighter I oblige pumping in and out fast and hard. Slamming back inside her the slap of skin against skin. I'm getting close and so releasing her hips I grab a handful of her long red hair tangling a hand into it as I smack Carrie's ass. I want more. I want something else and then I know what I want. I pull out of Carrie's pussy and using her hair I guide her head to my swollen cock.

"Open up," I command and when Carrie does I slip my cock inside her mouth and grabbing her hair with both hands I begin to fuck her mouth. I look down and see Carrie's lips form a smile around my hard cock. She swirls her tongue around the head of my cock and in only a few more strokes I too have my own powerful orgasm. I consider releasing my hold on Carrie so she can go into the bathroom and spit out my cum when I hear her swallow my load. Finally releasing her hair she continues to suck and lick me. "Just a little clean-up," she manages to say.

"You need the same," I suggest and Carrie releases me and turns onto her back. I kiss down her body until I'm positioned between her legs.

"Look at how wet you are," I say and I take a long slow lick of her wet glistening pussy.