Girl Talk 8: Carrie
This series is based on interviews I did quite a few years back with women who had modelled for me, or were private clients when I worked as a photographer. Their words have been, 'edited' but only to remove features of continuous speech such as, 'um, ah, eh,' and repetitions of partial phrases which is common in everyday speech.
The Confession Club: Carrie is a fun-loving girl in her early thirties, well... thirty-two, to be precise. About 5'6" in height, with shoulder length auburn hair, and a slim, but curvy figure. At the time this story took place her husband was a soldier, in the relatively peaceful days back before Iraq and Afghanistan, but they are now divorced. She lives in a small coastal town north of Aberdeen, Scotland.
CC: Carrie, you said you had a story for us, which ultimately led to the break up with your husband, so a slightly more serious story would you say?
Carrie: No, not really. I'm just going to say that our marriage was in trouble before this, but the night I'm going to describe was a turning point, and it went down hill from there. We got married too young and he was away from home all the time, so I suppose it was inevitable really.
CC: What a fidget you are, do you want another chair?
Carrie: (Wriggling around on the armchair to make herself comfortable and showing a fair bit of bare suntanned thighs in the process) No, this is fine, just getting comfortable - and stop looking up my skirt you dirty bugger! (laughs)
CC: Well, you know me Carrie, if you show me something, I'll look at it, and you were certainly showing me something.
Carrie: A gentleman wouldn't look, (smiling)
CC: Maybe, but
he's
not here - just wicked ole me!! So, let's get started, shall we?
Carrie: Might as well, after all, that's why I'm here. This took place when I was still married. My husband, Kenny was home on leave from the army, and come Saturday night we went to the local pub. We managed to get a table before the crowd came in, but it soon filled up - quite a few of our friends were there too. In a small town everybody knows everybody else, and knowing Kenny was home on leave from the army, they were buying him drinks, right, left and centre.
Before too long he was looking very drunk and I asked him to slow down, but he was already too far-gone to worry. Rob, his best friend before he joined the army, came over and sat at our table. He'd just split up from Mandy, his fiancée, and jokingly told us he was on the 'prowl' for another woman. We laughed and pulled his leg about 'not getting it regularly' any more, and he said he missed that right enough, but he didn't want to get involved with someone else so soon after breaking up with Mandy. Kenny drunkenly suggested that what he needed was a 'bit on the side,' someone he could screw without any commitment. Rob agreed, but said he couldn't think of anyone offhand, so Kenny suggested a no-strings affair with a married woman. Maybe some of the women in town whose husbands worked away in the oil or went to sea with the fishing fleet. Some of them must need a 'seeing to' regularly he surmised. Rob laughed and said, or better still, someone whose hubby was away in the army for months on end. He looked at me as he said it, and I looked away quickly, embarrassed. They both laughed, and Kenny told him to feel free - it wasn't being used when he was away in the army anyway. He added a few more choice details about how I couldn't get enough, and some more off-colour remarks about how wet I got, and my red pussy hair.
I was so embarrassed I could have killed him. The more I asked him to shut up, the more he opened his big mouth. He leaned across the table and 'confidentially' told Rob, in a voice that could be heard at the nearest tables that I had really big, sensitive nipples. All anyone had to do was gently pull on my nipples and I couldn't keep my legs closed. He laughed and sat back - Rob looked embarrassed but tried laughing it off by asking me if this was all true. I replied, furious, that he'd have wait until Kenny went back to the army, and if he played his cards right, he would find out for himself. We all laughed again, but they laughed more than me, because I was absolutely livid with Kenny. I excused myself and headed for the back of the pub where the toilets were.
CC: What a dick-head - no wonder you divorced him.
Carrie: He wasn't a bad guy, just stupid with drink. I divorced him because I simply 'outgrew' him, plus a few other little things as well.
CC: OK then, let's get back to the story.
Carrie: Right, well when I came out of the toilet, Rob was standing about halfway along the corridor beside the back door that led to the staff car park. The door was propped open as usual in the summertime for ventilation, and when I asked him what he was doing out here, he said something about fresh air and the bar being very smoky. He told me that Kenny had fallen asleep, and he was thinking about going home. I teased him, saying he'd never get another girl friend if he went home early, but he told me he had his sights set on one particular woman, and he wasn't going to settle for anything less. By this time, we'd stepped out into the cool night air of the car park, which was a relief after the heat of the bar. I asked if I knew her, and he said let's play a game. He would describe her, and I would have to guess who she might be.
He told me to close my eyes to help build up a mental picture of her, and I did as he suggested. I was leaning against the wall, and he was standing quite close beside me. He started to tell me about this girl, and after a few sentences I realised he was talking about me!
I opened my eyes and tried to say something, but he put a finger to my lips and told me to 'shush' and shut my eyes again. He told me how wonderful and beautiful she was, and how he longed to see her naked and hold her in his arms. She was a redhead, just like me, (surprise) and her trimmed pussy hair scarcely covered the fullness of her mound. When he started telling me how much he wanted to kiss and suck that pussy, I realised he was getting me really turned on. My nipples were poking through the thin fabric of the T-shirt, helped by the cool night air, but the sexy talk made them swell even more.
He stepped round in front of me and asked if I could guess who she was yet, and I replied that I knew exactly who she was. Then he casually let his eyes drop to my nipples, which sort of made me want to curl up to hide them and asked me if it was true. When I said nothing, he slipped his hands under my T-shirt and began to massage my bare breasts, lightly pinching and pulling my nipples. It was true - I have very responsive, sensitive nipples - I closed my eyes again and let myself get wildly out of control.
