Stepping out of her towel, Carmen crossed the room to find her panties. They were lying jumbled under the desk in her bedroom where she'd kicked them off to masturbate. White cotton and covered in tiny red hearts, Carmen's panties barely concealed her hairy treasure. She'd been apprising herself in the mirror, the matted dark of her bush visible under the stretched, white cotton, when the urge to masturbate overcame her. Instantly wet and swollen, Carmen shoved her panties to her knees as she sprawled taught on the office chair in her bedroom. It had taken her only a minute or two to cum over her probing fingers as she ground them hungrily into her sopping cunt. At some point her panties had slipped completely off but Carmen had barely noticed.
Now she was showered and getting ready for Valentine's lunch with Brad. Because he was married, dinner was out of the question. Brad would be with his wife, which Carmen accepted. When she'd lured him as her lover she knew he was married. It was part of the deal although the longer they were together the deeper they were falling in love. Anticipating lunch with Brad had been the impetus for masturbating. The thought of making love to him later in the day made her horny. She pictured his soft kisses on her back and his wide fingers stroking her hungry pussy. Brad had taken her to levels of ecstasy no lover ever had.
Carmen eased her panties back up, pulling them taught over her furry pussy. She smoothed between her thighs with her right hand, flattening the cotton flat against her bush. Otherwise naked, Carmen stole a long glance in the mirror at her firm slender body and full, round breasts. She smiled, reflecting that if she was irresistible to herself, what chance did Brad have? The answer she knew was none.
Anticipating Valentine's lunch with Carmen, Brad hadn't fared much better. An early riser - literally - he'd wakened with a swollen cock and visions of Carmen riding him. Lying on his back, Brad only needed a couple of minutes of gentle, two fingered stroking to soak the flat of his stomach in a creamy, warm load of fresh cum. He knew that enjoying this early release wouldn't take anything away from the afternoon with Carmen. She was impossible to resist.
Brad had a special surprise for Carmen this Valentines Day. He'd purposely hidden the fact his wife had left a couple of days earlier on a trip with her parents. They appreciated her help and Brad had encouraged her to go, making it clear that missing Valentine's Day would be ok. Brad had driven them to the airport.
Today, Carmen had offered to pick Brad up for lunch then head back to her place for dessert. However, Brad had another plan. They would have lunch, dinner, dessert, breakfast and whatever other tasty treat might come along, at his place. They weren't going anywhere.
Carmen texted to let Brad know she was just around the corner. That was his signal to cover himself with nothing but a towel. He didn't text back. Carmen would have to come to the door.
When Brad answered, his towel suddenly sliding to the floor, Carmen laughed. It wasn't out of character for Brad to do something unexpected and she certainly appreciated his naked gesture. Rushing to get her inside and the door closed, Brad smiled sheepishly while guiding Carmen's left hand to his dangling cock. She got the message: forget going out for lunch. With the door barely closed Carmen dropped to her knees, encircling Brad's cock with her lips and stroking the suddenly stiffening shaft. Brad purred but refused to be thrown off. He had other plans for lunch including Carmen's favourite - lobster mac and cheese. Their anticipation could build a little longer. Helping Carmen to her feet, they walked to the kitchen.
