Carly's Story - Sex Stories

Carly's Story

... absolutely adore you when you meet them."

She took the picture back from me, and looked at it again. "That sounds incredible, Jason. I can't wait."

Putting the picture back on the end table, she took a seat on the couch.

"Since we're here, I'm going to jump in the shower real quick. When I get out I'll pack a gym bag with a few changes of clothes and we'll head back to yours," I told her.

"Sounds great, take your time. I love this apartment!" She said, picking up a book I had on the coffee table. She curled her legs under her, and opened it. I went into the bedroom and grabbed a pair of shorts and underwear from the drawer, and went into the bathroom.

I reached into the shower and turned the water on, adjusting the temperature. A nice, hot shower sounded wonderful to me, as I didn't get to take one this morning after work, being in a rush to change and pick. Carly up. I took off my clothes and put them in a hamper, and then looked up in a mirror, staring at my reflection. As I looked, another image flashed across my mind's eye. Me, standing there naked, Carly's magnificent naked body pressed up against me, locked in an embrace.

My cock, which had been hanging limply between my legs, began to respond to that image, growing in length and hardness until I was fully erect. I've never measured it, but I'm guessing I was sporting about 8". I've certainly had zero complaints from the women I've had sex with. Almost unconsciously, I wrapped my fingers around the ...

... shaft and began stroking myself slowly. I stood there for a moment, and then got under the hot water, enjoying the sensation of the water landing on my back and shoulders, then cascading down my body to my cock and balls. Continuing to stroke myself, I leaned back against the shower wall, savoring the feeling and imagining Carly's hand, rather than mine. Would it even wrap all the way around? I doubted it.

Suddenly realizing that I'd been in there for a while, I was at the point of no return. So I started pumping my fist faster, strengthening the grip on my rock hard member. I felt my balls tighten up, and with a low grunt, my cock released its first spurt of cum, shooting across the shower and hitting the glass wall on the other side. The second shot hit right below, with the subsequent ones going to the floor of the shower.

My brain fog now cleared by such an intense orgasm, I rinsed the evidence down the drain, then soaped up and rinsed off. I turned off the water and grabbed a towel, toweling off my body. I stepped into my underwear and shorts, then opened the door into my bedroom.

When I opened the door, not initially paying attention to much, I heard a "Good God!" Come from the living room. When I looked up, Carly was standing there by the doorway, staring at my bare chest.

"Sorry! I was reading and pacing around the living room. I wasn't trying to peep!" She said bashfully.

"It's ok, Carly. I'm decent enough, you can come in." I said to her.

She walked ...