She withdraws her hand; you groan softly in disappointment, but you pause as well. You stand there motionless as your eyes follow her across the room. She walks over to the bed and stops next to it. She gets something out of the drawers next to the bed and lays it on the nightstand; you cannot see it clearly.
You are trying to make it out but are distracted by Carrie. Reaching behind her, she unclasps the bra in one smooth movement, and takes it off. Her breasts are revealed to you, full but firm, with rosy, pert nipples. Carrie runs her hands over them, stopping to pay attention to each nipple, pinching and rolling them between her finger and thumb. Her hands slip down, and Carrie hooks her thumbs in her lacy underwear. Spreading her legs, she bends over, away from you, and pulls them down. You can't believe the view! There is Carrie, giving you a perfect look at her tight ass and her glistening lips below. Staying in that position, she runs her hands up the insides of her legs, and you see one long finger rubbing lightly over those pink lips, until you can't stand it any longer. You grab your erection again and begin stroking it, imagining it is your finger, not Carrie's, touching her, feeling that wet velvety softness.
Too soon, she stops, and steps out of her heels, leaving only the stockings on. She moves into the centre of the bed, lying back against the pillows mounded up behind her. Again one hand goes to her breasts, and stays there playing with her nipple, while the other hand is again between her legs. They are bent and spread, and you can see her finger between her wet lips, rubbing her clit as she begins to get really aroused. You can see her nipples puckering up, and her hand slips down further. She runs her finger around the juicy entrance to her pussy a few times, then pushes her finger in. She pulls out, and plunges in again, this time all the way to her knuckle, and you can see her moving on the bed in response to the pleasure she is giving herself. Now it is two fingers, and your strokes get harder and faster as you watch her thrusting them in and out, over and over.
Without stopping, she reaches out with her other hand and grabs the item off the table. In a flash she removes her hand and replaces it with what you can now see is a vibrator. Its tip is poised at her entrance, but she torments herself by rubbing it up to her clit and back a few times before she reaches down to turn it on. After she's turned it on, she holds it against her clit, making tiny little movements with her hips. But she doesn't do this for long; it is as if she can't wait any longer, because her movements are now faster, and she repositions the tip of the vibrator at the entry to her now-dripping pussy. She reaches down again, and you get the feeling she has turned it right up to high.
Then, in one swift move, she shoves it in, as deep as she can. Her body tenses, and one hand comes back up to grab her breast, hard now, massaging and groping roughly as she plunges the vibrator into herself, over and over, harder and harder. You can see every stroke in, and the thrusting of her hips to meet it, and then out, when you can see her lips stretched around the thickness of the vibe.
You can feel your balls tightening up, and as Carrie buzzes herself to an orgasm, you stand in the darkness pumping yourself until you feel the cum rising, your glans swelling and that heavenly release. After standing there panting for a second, you tuck yourself away, quietly step out of the shadowy garden bed, away from the window, and continue your walk home.
