Written as co chapter author with jmt in the series Confessions.
Carla smiled as she hung up the phone.
‘This will be the most memorable night of his life,’ she said to herself, getting her list and making sure everything is checked off before the guys start coming over to surprise Mark.
Knowing he would never think that she would have the guts to set up such a party for him, she made sure it would be something he would remember. Twenty guys were coming over, three kegs of beer and all the munchies a guy could want were available. Now there was only one more thing to worry about. A stripper!
Carla knew of a girl from college who was a stripper, Angel. Carla dialed the latest number she had, hoping she would be there.
“The number you have dialed is no longer in service, this is a recording.”
‘Well damn, what am I going to do now?' She thought. A sly smile played around her lips as she slid her hands down her hips onto her thighs.
Running up the stairs, Carla dove into her closet, bringing out all the lingerie she had stockpiled over the last year; stockings, push-ups and string thongs; everything she needed for the big surprise. Stripping down to her bare skin, she began to try on each outfit. Red satin with black lace, black satin with black and red lace, or emerald green satin with black lace, were her choices for the corsets. The black seamed stockings and 5 inch black patent leather heels should do the trick. She started to pair up the thongs and bras.
Attaching the black lace garters onto her stockings, she knew it was a custom to put them on first and take them off last. Having a huge bag to choose from, it was a hard decision to make, but Mark's favorite color was royal blue so she tried that set on first.
‘Yes, this is the one.’ She thought to herself, looking into the mirror.
She packed everything back up and slipped it back into her lingerie drawer; she now had to find a dress to wear over top her sexy outfit. Last New Years' Eve, she picked out a beautiful silver, tank style dress that fit her like a glove. If it still fits, it would be perfect, she decided. Rooting through her closet, she found the dress, nodding her head as she took it off the hanger.
‘This will be perfect!’ Sliding it over her full breasts, and pulling it over her hips, Carla smiled into the mirror, “Perfect!”
She felt sexy in her out fit as she scooted into the bathroom and added some heavy make up to her already gorgeous face. Some clips and spray on her hair and she was ready to make the men at Mark's party grovel at her feet.
Heading down stairs to the dinning room, she poured herself a tall drink - something to ward off the nervousness. As she took a sip, a drop of condensation dripped down the cleft of her breasts, making her arch her back with delight.
'This will be a night for both of us to remember!' she said to herself, looking at her reflection in the mirror.
A knock sounded a little before 8 o’clock, a bit ahead of schedule, but Carla decided that she might as well get the party started as she went to answer it. She opened the door to find two of Mark’s buddies from the factory.
“Hi guys, come on in, I’ve set up the bar on the buffet in the dining room, go help yourself!”
Sashaying towards the dining room to show the guys where things were, Carla made a point of moving her hips just so, to emphasize the curves. Hearing whispers behind her, she knew they both noticed. She decided she would take it to the next step. Leaning over the end of the buffet, Carla made sure her breasts were pouting over the neckline of her dress. These guys are going to want more and more of her before the night was over.
A deep conversation started; about the plans Carla had made to whisk Mark off for a weekend away at their cottage. In the middle of it, the doorbell rang, startling her. She walked towards the door, shaking her booty and flipping her hair over her shoulder, exposing her breasts. Carla made sure she bent a little farther then normal to open the door. The lace of her stockings showing under her hemline and she could hear a gasp from behind her. She smiled and opened the door. The smiles and hugs she got from the men made this night easier as it went along. She did not bother to think of what they would say after it was all over.
Shortly after all the guys arrived, and drinks were served and Carla told everyone to quiet down, someone was in the drive way. In a few minutes, Mark opened the door.
“Hey Hun, I’m home!” he said on his way in, stopping when he saw his living room full of his best buddies. “What on earth is going on here?” Mark asked Carla as she took him by the arm.
“I wanted you to have a special evening with your buddies, to sow your wild oats before you hit your mid-life crisis! I hope you enjoy everything I have planned, but there is only one problem, the stripper will be a bit late if that’s okay?”
Dipping his head down to kiss his lovely Carla, Mark assured her that he and the guys could catch up on old times before she arrived.
“Give me ten minutes guys and I’ll have the food table set for everyone to dig in!” she called out as she strutted towards the kitchen. Knowing all eyes were following her, she swayed her hips a little, kicking up the hem of her dress to show off some cheek.
She set out everything on the dining room table, sandwiches, cheese and cracker trays, hot peppers and pickles. That would be enough to keep them going. She then headed up stairs to fix her make up. Spraying on perfume and make sure everything is in order for the fun that was about to happen, Carla took a second glance in the mirror and put on her best stripper smile.
Slipping into the bedroom, Carla checked to make sure her thong was just right, her stockings straight and her breasts sitting pretty for their premiere. Then she went to look for another pair of shoes. She found a sexy silver pair she picked up to wear for New Years but never wore; they were too high to dance all night in, but for a few short hours, they would be perfect.
Carla headed towards the stairs and hit the dimmer switch for the living room lights. Having the controls for the sound system wired into the house came in handy. Changing discs, a slow seductive song started to play.
“What the…?” she heard many of them say, as they turned and watched her glide down the stairs.
They stood and stared at her, mouths hung open and glasses grasped tight. All eyes were on her, her slow sexy walk pulling them closer and closer to where she wanted them, in the palm of her hand.
Finding Mark in the middle of the room, Carla walked up to him, taking him by the shoulder and kissing him hard on the lips. “I hope you don’t mind Hun?” she asked running her hand up the back of his neck.
A smile covered Marks lips as she worked her way down his body. Dirty dancing was nothing compared to what Carla was doing to him right there in front of his friends. Slipping her hands up the front of his shirt, she slowly unbuttoned it, one button at a time. Reaching his waist, she pulled the tails of his shirt out and slipped it over his shoulders. As she lowered the collar to his elbows, she squatted down in front of him, positioned right in front of his pelvis. Her tongue darted out, glazing her lips with moistness. A soft moan eased out from Mark as she started to drag her tongue up his torso. Hoots and hollers rang out.
“Go down on him!” they cheered as she returned to a squat. Carla smiled and looked at Mark, waiting for his approval. His hands were in her hair as he pulled her to his crotch.
“Go for it baby, show them how good you are!” he encouraged.
Not letting him change his mind, she quickly unzipped his trousers and slid them down his thighs. Pulling his boxers down and unleashing the beast, Carla grabbed hold of him and started to lick his shaft.
Thinking of all the porno’s they had rented, Carla got right into it. Sucking it like a popsicle, tasting every inch as though it where her first time. Taking all of it in her mouth, sucking hard then easing up, wanting to make this last as long as she could.
Mark threw back his head, showing Carla that he wasn’t far from cumming. Quickly releasing him and slowly massaging his balls, Carla stood in front, rubbing her breasts against his chest. His lips came to her hard, banging his teeth against her lip. Hungry to have his tongue in her mouth, he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back to take what belonged to him.
“Keep going!” they heard from all around, with that Mark’s hands worked their way to her breasts. Kneading each of them, drawing heat to her face. Mark dropped his lips to hers, licking his way to her cleavage.
Reaching down and grabbing the hem of her dress, he dragged it over her bottom and over her head.
“Holy Shit! Get a look of that ass!” someone said as he tossed her dress to the chair. Turning her around to show them what he gets to have every night of the week; Mark pulled her bottom close and nuzzled between her cheeks.
Without much thought, Mark’s hand slid up and pushed Carla over, spreading her legs for him. His hands worked their way down her sides reaching her thong. He hooked his thumbs under the elastic and slowly slid them over her plump bottom. Mark then tapped her ankle to have her lift her foot out. Taking her thong in hand, Mark raised it to his nose, inhaling her scent.
“Fuck Man, you going to share?” Tony asked. It was passed to him and Tony took a quick sniff, before passing them around.
