Carol Part Eight - Sex Stories

Carol Part Eight

... nipples, as well, were red, with a rosy red blush around her areola, a result of each nipple being sucked, tweaked and pinched. From her face to her knees, Carol was covered with a combination of cum, lube oil, and sticky fluids, some of which were hers and some mine. Carol was a beautiful, sensuous mess. I loved the look and will never forget it. After relaxing for several minutes, I helped Carol off the couch, and kissed her, pulling her close by her waist and pressing her sticky body into mine. “We both need a shower,” I said, stating the obvious. As we made our way hand-in-hand to the stairs, we passed the area where we had both enjoyed a fairly long, and very pleasurable festival of anal sex. The carpet at that spot was clearly stained with cum, the lube oil that was on Carol’s hands and ass, and likely some of Carol’s juices and my sweat. It was only about 3:00 in the afternoon. Still, we made our way upstairs, showered and climbed into bed, tired and drained, and not at all caring that it was still mid-afternoon. Sometime around 6:30 p.m. I woke to the sound of thunder. Still in a daze from our afternoon of sex play, I lay quietly next to Carol until she woke. Carol and I had engaged in almost non-stop sex for the better part of two days. I did not consider that to be unusual, given that ours was a new relationship, we were unable to keep our hands off each other, and the sex was beyond great. Still, such a marathon takes its toll. We were both sore and in Carol’s case, even bruised in a few sensitive places. Carol had a potential job interview the next morning. She thought it best that I take her home so she could soak in a bathtub and try and make herself look presentable for her meeting. I drove her back to her apartment, softly kissed her goodbye, and waited until she was safely inside her apartment. On the way back to my apartment I stopped to rent a carpet cleaner.