This is the story of a week-long visit by my very sexy friend and lover, Carmella. They are numbered for convenience, but can be enjoyed in almost any order. -Emmerson
I met Carmella during a trip to Dallas. We were both guests of our friends who Carmella described as, "hedonists in every way." They proved it by including us in an evening of four-way sexual debauchery.
(Read "Meryl & Mitch" parts 3-5 for details.)
Carmella, or Carm, as she asked to be called, was a beautiful 32-year-old who worked for our friends on occasion as a chef and catering coordinator, when she wasn't sharing their bed. As a man in his mid-sixties, I was almost hesitant to join, except the hosts, who were older than me by some years, encouraged me in ways I could not refuse.
To my delight, not only was the sex mind blowing in its eye-opening, pleasure-seeking way, Carm and I discovered we had an emotional connection that was bolstered by the physical attraction and orgasmic results.
When the night ended, we promised to see each other again, even though we lived 1,500 miles apart.
For several months we exchanged dirty emails and even dirtier video calls. One time, Carm video-called me from a park bench where she proceeded to slowly strip naked and masturbate herself to orgasm in broad daylight. She told me a particularly attractive 40-something man jogged by several times. The last time was just after she had reached orgasm. Grateful for his dedicated attention, she invited him over to lick the cum off her fingers, on the condition that he hold the phone camera as she sucked his dick.
Did I mention she had a bit of hedonistic streak, herself?
When it was finally agreed that she would make the trip from Dallas to Los Angeles, I began making arrangements. Restaurant reservations, concert tickets, an itinerary of favorite tourist traps, all beginning with a private limousine from the airport to my house.
I waited at LAX baggage claim until I saw her emerge from the concourse. At five-foot-three, her petite frame was perfectly accented by her medium-sized breasts, only slightly hidden by the Deep Purple concert t-shirt which allowed a clear indication of her hard nipples. Her blue jeans were tight on her small, round ass. Her smile; brilliant white against the slight olive complexion.
She ran to me, almost leaping to hug me around the neck and wrap her legs around my hips. Our kiss was born from passion denied for months. She bumped her hips against my crotch. "Oh, my god. Hard. Just as I hoped."
She climbed down, but we remained intertwined as we waited for her suit case. The luggage took sufficient time to allow for several more kisses, and her verbal confirmation that my dick was leaking pre-cum into my underwear. Just as she started begging me to go take them off and bring them to her, her bag arrived. We wasted no time in grabbing it and making our way toward the parking garage. With our elbows linked, she was a bit surprised when I turned from the "general parking" signs and escorted her to the livery loading area. She was more surprised when we walked to a long, black limousine where the driver was waiting to open the door for her. As she scooted across the vast passenger compartment, I thanked the driver, discretely handing him a hundred-dollar bill and reminded him to keep the dark partition closed.
As we started out of the airport, I opened the compartment on the back of the drivers' seat, revealing a full bar. The champagne was already open and on ice, so I quickly filled two flutes. Carm's eyes sparkled.
I held my glass up for a toast. "To your week in Tinseltown. May it be filled be with new friends and new experiences."
She grinned, "And lots and lots of sex."
We toasted and drank. Carm sipped hers slowly. I held up the large bottle, "It's paid for. No reason to be stingy." She emptied the glass and held it out for more. I chuckled and refilled her glass before putting my empty in the cup holder.
"I don't want to rush you, and I'm certainly not one to remind a lady of past indiscretions," I leaned in to kiss her champagne-tinged lips. She took another drink as my fingers traced her nipples through her shirt. She arched toward me with a soft sigh.
"What... um... what indiscretions would that be?"
I gently lifted the hem of her t-shirt, revealing her flat stomach. My hand slipped under, filling my fingers with one perfect breast. "As I recall, certain promises were made when we last saw each other."
"Promises?" she smiled as she lifted the shirt over her head. Her olive skin shone in the gray light through the tinted side windows. I had seen her small tan nipples in person once before, and several times via video call, but at this moment, they seemed magnetic, pulling me toward them.
I kissed one nipple softly. Then the other. She moaned "Oh, yes, baby. They've missed you." I sucked it gently, enjoying the feeling of the areola puffing in response. When she arched her back, I moved to the other, sharing the same gentle attention.
"When I say promises, I mean things you said we would do," I unsnapped her jeans and eased the zipper down, "'You know. For real.' I think you said."
She lifted her butt from the car seat, wiggling to help me work the jeans over her hips. She was wearing thin white cotton panties with tiny purple flowers sprinkled across them. I smiled as I slid my fingers over the fabric. Her hips rocked at my touch.
