Paris Waterman
Illustrated version available on request to Author
Chapter 3
They hailed a passing cab at the busiest time of the afternoon. And to Paul's amazement one pulled to the curb immediately. It wasn't until they were inside the cab that he realized the cabby had spied Carol and stopped for her, and not him.
Turning to Carol, he said, "I can already see the benefits of traveling with you." Carol laughed, gave the driver her address and took hold of Paul's rapidly rising cock.
"Mmmmm, I see you're up to the occasion."
"I am, aren't I?"
Three minutes later, the cab pulled up in front of a tall apartment, and Paul scrambled out of the cab, paid the driver and opened Carol's door. Moments later they were in the lobby and waiting for the elevator. At the 8th floor they debarked and walked to a door with 805 in faded gold lettering on it.
"Me casa," Carol chirped.
Paul gave her ass a slight squeeze as she opened the door and another as they stepped inside.
Carol tossed her keys on the kitchen table, and turned to Paul, a wide smile across her face. "Now, let me change into something more comfortable."
"Must you?" Paul said, returning the smile.
"Don't start. You know, I've always wanted to say that."
"Playing along with her, Paul responded with, "Don't start? Why would you want to say that?"
Carol didn't catch on to his remark at first and started to answer him, saying, "No, not that, what I said before that. You know, about me changing into something more comfortable."
Oh, that! Yes, by all means find something comfortable, like a wisp of silk; something really comfy." He reached into his overcoat pocket and produced her soiled panties, "Would you need these?"
Laughing at his antics, Carol threw her hands up in a 'what am I gonna do with you, expression.' "You keep them. I want to imagine you sniffing them, or holding them over your cock while jerking off thinking about me. MMMM, I especially like that thought."
To which Paul retorted: "And here I thought you'd say something like: Bend me over, pull my hair, whisper dirty things in my ear and fuck me like you mean it."
"If you'll excuse me," Carol said, getting serious for a moment, "I'm going to change and when I come out you'd better say it's nice, or better yet, that I look sensational, and I don't care if you say it like Billy Crystal impersonating Fernando Lamas on Saturday Night Live."
With Carol now in her bedroom, Paul looked around, found her liquor cabinet—next to the television, and after finding two suitable glasses, made them both scotch and sodas.
After placing their drinks on opposite ends, and placing coasters under each, he sat down on the small sofa.
A moment later, Carol made her grand entrance and Paul's jaw dropped open. Carol wore a filmy black sheath that was held up by a metal chain around her neck. The dress, if it was a dress, had a deep cleavage although with her small breasts there was nothing to see, until Carol whispered in a husky voice, "Tell me Paul, do you like it this way, or ..." she paused and did something with her shoulders and suddenly both breasts were totally exposed ..."This way?"
"T ...That way ... I think?"
"You think?" Carol said, sounding exasperated with him.
"The truth is I'm not thinking clearly at the moment. I think ... and I probably shouldn't attempt it at the moment, but I think that first, the dress is stunning on you, and I mean either way. If I had to choose, then the way it is at the moment wins out, but it really is a close call."
Carol's smile lit up the room. "That's a wonderful answer. Now come over here and kiss me."
It was at least a three minute kiss. "Wow!" Paul exclaimed when it ended, and wiped his mouth. Carol pulled back and her eyes locked on his.
"Double wow!" she laughed, then flicked his ear with her tongue. "Meet me in the bedroom and I'll show you some other things. Oh, and bring the drinks."
With that, she stepped back and walked away leaving Paul with a blank stare and a rising erection. He watched her cute little ass sway back and forth as she walked into the bedroom, then looked down at his erection and said, "Looks like you're going to get a real tough workout tonight, buddy."
After a quick trip to the bathroom, Paul made his way into the darkened bedroom, put the drink down and pulled his shirt off in the process.
As he proceeded through the darkened doorway Paul froze, his mouth dropped open in astonishment. Carol had taken it upon herself to strip down to her underwear and was now situated on the bed in a seductively naughty pose. She was on her hands and knees with back arched in order to draw attention to her perfect, curvaceous ass. The lights were off, but a small reading light cast sensual shadows across her waiting and willing body.
Carol definitely had the right ideas for pressing Paul's buttons. "Well," he said, letting his trousers fall to the floor, then standing on one leg at a time and ridding himself of socks and shoes. "Look at Miss Frisky, 2006."
"You have no fucking idea!" she retorted, looking back over her shoulder. He noticed a strand of dark brown hair dangling in front of her eyes.
"You're right," he said with a nasty smirk, "It's no time for standing still and admiring you."
"Admiring me is fine, but you're taking too long. Now get over here!"
"Now get over here!" Paul swallowed hard and stepped forward, suddenly feeling a little bit intimidated. Carol was far from shy when it came to sex, and he liked that aspect in her. He stopped at the foot of the bed and allowed his eyes to inspect her half naked body. "The lighting in the stairwell didn't do you justice."
Carol laughed wantonly and replied, "It certainly made you look good, and especially that log you're holding in your right hand. Are you going to put that in me?"
"That is my intent, madam."
"Oh, goodie! By the way," she giggled, wiggling her ass enticingly. "Do you like my new panties?" "The old ones to wet for you, or are you a fanatic about clean undies?"
They both laughed, before she responded. "Well the way you and I filled them I felt it necessary to change, although you may have noticed I didn't have time to shower."
"We'll do that together, later on."
"After the Chinese."
"The meal, not the delivery boy," Paul said with a finality Carol would take to heart.
Feigning annoyance with him, Carol peeled off her panties and sat facing him. "Better?"
Paul made his way closer to her, eyes hungrily devouring her totally nude body. Her pussy was completely shaved; he hadn't noticed it earlier in the stairwell.
"Oh yeah," he growled lustily and sent a tremor through her loins. A moment later, he reached out and took each nipple in hand and gave them a light pinch.
"Mmmm, I like having them played with."
"Hard or soft?"
"The harder the better."
Paul squeezed each one hard.
"Mmmmm, that's it!" Licking his lips, Paul gave them one final squeeze, almost crawled onto the bed while continuing to caress her smooth, flawless skin. Carol let out a subtle moan as she felt his lips touch her soft, supple flesh. Paul, an experienced lover, had to restrain his desire as his lips and tongue explored the bumps of her spine enroute to her back door.
"Mmmmm," she purred as his mouth passed to the innermost part of her upper thigh.
The scent emanating from her pussy was stronger than earlier, which to Paul indicated a high level of arousal which only encouraged him further. Finally, unable to restrain himself any longer he buried his face between her cheeks, pressing his mouth and nose into her crotch. "Oh fuck!" Carol gasped, obviously enjoying the feeling of Paul's hot breath on her most private areas. Encouraged by her exclamation, Paul forced his mouth into Carol's backside in an attempt to get his tongue inside her rectum. Carol was already wriggling with pleasure, as he continued his assault, drooling saliva into the tiny crevice and half filling the indentation of her asshole.
Carol was certainly receptive to his actions, pushing her hips up to meet his mouth as it opened and closed and his saliva began to permeate her underwear, soaking through to her asshole.
She pushed her hips backwards, engulfing his face in her buttocks while purring with arousal; even going so far as to reach back and grab hold of his hair, pulling him into her. Suddenly Paul was aware of her voice rising; that she was calling out, "Shit! Shit! Oh, fuck ... stop! Please don't! Get away from me ... please get away!"
He rolled away with alacrity, even getting off the bed and standing there thoroughly confused, but patiently waiting for Carol to clarify matters. When she said nothing, but bundled up the sheet on the bed and wrapped it around her, and ran into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
Paul thought he'd bridged some sexual boundary that Carol just couldn't abide. But that clashed with her previous welcoming of his anal advances, so he discarded it. What then? He asked himself, and came up empty, at first. Then he detected a somewhat familiar odor but couldn't place it. The odor grew stronger, Paul's nostrils flared and he thought he recognized it-- it was blood, and that could only mean....
From behind the door, Carol called to him. "Paul? I'm so sorry ... I didn't know ... my period just came on. I ... I didn't expect it until next week, but it's here now, and I'm bleeding like a fucking pig ...."
"I don't need the details, Carol," he called back, "But can I get you anything?"
"Thanks, but no. I think I have everything I need in here. Make yourself another drink. I'll make myself presentable and be out in just a couple."
"Would you prefer that I leave?" he inquired.
"Oh, no! Stay ... I want you to stay." He heard the water running and from the sound figured it was the tub. Carol confirmed it a moment later. "I'm running a bath. I find it very relaxing during the onset of my period. You probably don't understand fully, but during times like this even a trip to the supermarket becomes an emotional ordeal."
I have two older sisters," Paul told Carol. "I have an idea of the emotional rollercoaster women experience during menstruation. I'll stick around if that's what you want, but feel free to toss me out the door if you need to be alone."
"No--no, I want you to stay. In fact, I want you to join me in the tub. It's almost ready, but I need another minute, okay?"
"Sure, take as long as you like."
Carol took another four minutes and then called to him. "Come on in, the water's fine."
Paul already nude, strode into the bathroom and took in the gorgeous brunette laying back in the tub, only her head, the tips of her breasts, and kneecaps peeked out of the bubbles . "It won't overflow if I hop in?" he inquired.
"I don't think so, but be careful; I can let some out if it comes to that."
The bathtub wasn't big enough to fit the two of them, but Carol was short enough to lay her back on his chest, making for a very cuddly coupling if only the curse hadn't arrived minutes earlier. The mood was definitely romantic with the sound of the wind outside reminding them that an icy rain was coming. The moaning of the wind balanced nicely with the soft jazz coming from the CD player in the bedroom.
Paul laid two fingers on a budding nipple and drew the washcloth down the middle of her chest with the other. Carol squirmed delightedly as the rough cloth dragged over her right nipple, one that he had been chewing on perhaps a bit too much a while ago.
Within minutes Paul found himself lying back in the tub drawing a warm washcloth over Carol's chest. He smiled as her nipples got visibly harder as his hand palmed the cloth around her breasts, but he just continued teasing her by circling the cloth around and around while Carol purred contentedly and took his stiffened penis in her left hand and leaned in to kiss its tip.
"I'm glad I invited you into the tub," she murmured happily. Then she shifted gears and said, "I'm sorry we didn't get to fuck again. I was so looking forward to whatever it was that you were up to by my ass."
"I was going to give you a rim job," he said matter-of-factly.
"Ooooooo, I' don't think I've ever had one of those," Carol giggled.
