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
As promised, the limousine pulled into my driveway ten minutes later. Carm and I got out and stretched. I decided to leave the car door open out of token courtesy. As the driver walked past me toward the trunk, he said "It's OK, sir. We have a full disinfectant station back at the garage." He unloaded the luggage, handing it to me.
I gave him another fifty dollars. "For the disinfectant team."
"Thank you, sir."
We walked through the small, rusted iron gate to my front door. Carmella looked at the outside of the very modest house. "I thought all you Hollywood types lived in mansions."
I dismissed the comment with a gesture. "This is the summer place."
She squinted down at the dried grass and hard clay yard. "And the gardener?"
"Dismissed for the duration of the drought."
We walked inside. Leaving her suitcase near the door, I took a deep breath. "OK. The tour. Entry way." I took four steps forward and gestured to my right. "Living room." Carm snickered. "I will admit, I keep pretty simple bachelor decor in most of the house. I hate dusting."
"We have that in common."
Four more steps brought us into, "The Kitchen. All the modern conveniences, as you can see." I tapped the clock button on the microwave, making it blink 12:00. "Let's press on, shall we? This is the family room, although for lack of a family, it's the TV room." I gestured to the 60-inch flatscreen. "My pride and joy."
"Oh, that's your pride and joy." She rubbed the front of my pants.
We turned down the hallway, which I covered pretty quickly. "Guest bathroom, guest bedroom, master bedroom with ensuite, and this..."
I looked back and realized I'd lost her. Carm was taking her time, working her way down the hall looking at the photos on the wall. "Wedding. Tuxedo and lovely dress. Amusement park, happy couple in front of a castle. Another tuxedo and a stunning dress. Corporate banquet?"
"Close. Filmmakers awards dinner."
"And, you were about to say...?"
"Um, oh. This is my office."
"Ah, where the magic happens." She stepped in, purposely placing herself in front of the computer, facing away from the screen toward the book shelves, movie posters and wayward props. "This is the view I'm used to from your cam. Kinda makes me hot seeing you in this room. Lots of amazing memories."
She noticed my wife's portrait to the side of the monitor, out of camera range. Carm reached for the picture then turned to me. "May I?"
I nodded. "That was the first photo I ever saw of her. She sent it by email while we were both still married to the wrong people."
She picked up the picture, running one finger along my wife's jawline. "She's lovely. I wish I'd known her."
"She would have loved you, Carm." I chuckled. "She would have kept you up all night swapping spit and vaginal juices, but you would have loved it."
"You're wife was bisexual? I didn't realize that."
"Next time you're chatting with Meryl and Mitch, asked them about my wife. But make sure you're rested beforehand. It's liable to get pretty lively."
She replaced the photo, turning to me with a smile.
"Did I see a pool out back?"
It was less than 10 minutes before Carm emerged from the master suite in a bright purple bikini. Her nipples pressed against the top. The gusset was two small triangles meeting just shy of her clit. "Do you like it?"
"It is incredible. You look fantastic."
"I look naked."
"Same thing. The purple sets off your skin tone."
"I know, it's my favorite. Now, are you going to change into a suit or just let your dick hang out where I can grab it?"
As my pants came off, she was running for the pool. I heard the splash as my shirt came over my head. A minute later, I had joined her, bobbing and shaking the wet hair out of my eyes. She swam up alongside me. I felt her hand on my limp dick.
