"No!" I screeched just as the dinning room door opened.
I ran to the kitchen and hid. My mind raced as did my pulse. I couldn't go through with it. "You are a married woman get a grip," I told myself slowly.
Barry came in and announced he had won the last game. I heard Carl flush the loo up stairs.
"I didn't think you would want to watch that film anyway."
I pushed passed him angry with him, Carl, and myself.
I could hardily look at Carl over the next few days; thank god he was going home on Wednesday. Barry took him to London the Saturday before to watch a football match. But on Sunday I knew I would be alone with Carl as Barry was playing golf. Some stupid tournament thing down in Devon, and he would be away until late Sunday.
It was 7.30 when Barry left me a cup of tea by the side of the bed just before he left. I made breakfast around 9 then called to Carl. God knows how I was going to spend the day with him. He had already told me he wasn't going to meet his friends that had come over from Germany with him. He came into the kitchen wearing the shorts he had slept in. I pulled my dressing gown a little tighter around myself; he noticed and smirked at me. I buttered some toast for him and as I put it on the table I glanced at his bare chest. He caught me looking and just smiled. As I walked past him he grabbed my wrist, not hard just in a firm manner. I should have pulled away I know but I didn't.
"I've bought you a gift for looking after me," he said without looking up.
"Oh?" I answered a little nervously.
"I've left it on your bed," he explained smiling into my eyes.
I felt a little awkward finally twisting my arm out of his grasp. He smirked then began eating his toast. He followed me up the stairs a few minutes later. I just stared at the black material that lay on the bed. I felt nervous as he closed behind me.
"Try it on for me Julie," he half whispered.
It was more of an order than a request. I turned to face him then realised just how close he was to me. I tried to look away from him, but he held me by the shoulders and just looked deep into my eyes.
"Carl," I said trying to protest.
"Shush," he whispered and then leant forward.
My heart was thumping as his soft lips kissed my brow. He just left me standing there like some kid. My mind raced with what he wanted. Several times I went to move but my legs just wouldn't work. I looked down at the black material on the bed. I heard him in the shower. Then a few minutes later he was on the landing smiling at me. His tanned body still with droplets of water and the towel tied around his waste. I couldn't help but glance at the bulge his cock made, it wasn't hard but it pushed the towel out.
"Do you need to be directed?"
"Directed?" I replied not understanding what he meant.
"Get dressed," he insisted.
I still didn't move.
"Dress now and put on make-up."
The force of his tone made me jump a little. He finally smiled and went to his room as he saw me pull the cord on my dressing gown. This was new to me, how could he control me? I was always the dominant one, and yet here I was letting a young boy take over my every move, my every decision. God was I going to give up my mind and body so easily? I knew I was mentally stronger than most men I had contact with. But this was so alien to me, but at the same time so exciting.
An hour later I stood looking at my reflection, I was almost in disbelief with what I saw. I had put everything I thought he, Carl, would like. I wore my green court shoes with the 3 inch stiletto heels, barely black tights, and a tight green and black lacy top with a deep round neckline that showed off a large amount of braless breasts. But the skirt, the skirt that Carl had bought for me. It was only 11inches from the waist to hem, and the material felt so lightweight like I was barely wearing anything. It sort of flared from the hips, and as I turned this way and that the hem danced around my legs. It was almost like a delayed reaction of a second or so, and it took ages to stop moving. I walked to the door and looked back at the mirror. The skirt was still flicking around my nylon clad thighs. I took a deep breath asking myself if what I was doing was what I really wanted. Carl was waiting downstairs for me. He would know that under my top my tits would be braless, as they would surely bounce with every step I took. I hadn't put any panties on under my skirt, so all that guarded my fanny would be the thin material of my barely black tights. If Carl just put his hand up my skirt like he did when he played cards the other night. I closed my eyes just the sensation of his hungry fingers gliding over my tights made me whimper.
I walked into the lounge. Carl smiled at my nervousness; he had finally won his prize, my submission! His eyes watched my firm tits bounce lightly.
"Come here," he ordered.
I felt scared stiff but already my fanny was dripping with anticipation. I walked slowly to him as his eyes ran over my body. I tried a nervous smile hoping he would tell me things were OK, or ease my anxiety in some other way. But he didn't, he just looked at the nervous wreck of a woman that stood before him. He was revelling in the power he had over me. This18 year old held some sort of magic spell over me. Was he going to crush me by telling me I was a stupid and too old for him, or was he going to ravish me like I dreamed he would? He stood facing me. My legs were shaking and I was close to tears because of my emotional state.
"Oh Carl," I said with a whimper.
He waited just holding my eyes. Then it happened, he grabbed me forcing his lips on me. I responded in an instant. My hands roamed feverishly all over his body. I felt clumsy and awkward as I let out a little pathetic gasp. I wanted to touch him all over, as soon as my hands left his shoulders they wanted to be back on them, but I had to explore the rest of his fit body. If only god had blessed me with a thousand hands I could hold all of him at once, but would this overload my sense? I'd probably cum in my tights unable to stop. God that tongue, his tongue, my tongue, they were both in my head. I hadn't been kissed like for ages, not since before I married Barry huh that fool! If he only knew what he had started? Carl was controlled in his groping, me I just went for it like a condemned woman. Christ his body was hot. His tongue danced around my mouth like it belonged there. I sucked it back in every time I thought he would withdraw. Eventually he had to force me away. We both gasped for air. In a few breaths I was ready to lunge again but he stopped me. He just grabbed my tits and held me back by them. He just mauled them as he looked deep into my eyes, and I just stood there letting him like some thick teenager! He was measuring me, my reaction, he didn't have long to wait until he found out just how weak my will power was.
"Carl don't tease me, please don't," I said almost stamping my foot in frustration.
God I was having a tantrum like a 5 year old who was not allowed her favourite toy. He just grabbed me by the waist and pulled me tight to him. I felt his hand up my skirt his fingers tickled at my fanny lips causing me to groan loudly. They began slipping into my pussy pushing the thin material of my tights in too. God was that hot feeling his fingers pushing the nylon right into my fanny. I whimpered again, closing my eyes to concentrate on the feel of his fingers working the nylon into my cunt. He pushed me up right away from him several times until I got the message. I stood there while he fingered my soaked cunt. He said something in German.
"What?" I moaned through my panting.
"Stand still," he spat.
How the fucking hell could I! My legs quivered. I tried to reach for him but he just pushed me back. I moaned and groaned as I stood there, our only contact being his fingers under my skirt, rubbing my sodden fanny to a mind shattering orgasm!
"Oh Carl," I moaned as I came and came.
