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Carly's Story

... Carly stopped me.

"No more for me," she said with a devious smile and glint in her eye.

"Already feeling it? I did give you a stronger pour," I said.

"Nah, I'm good. I just don't want to drink too much... I have a surprise for you."

I perked up, wondering what she had up her sleeve.

"Oh yeah?" I said, looking at her with my eyebrows raised.

"Yes, and I'm going to go get it right now. Wait here and don't peek!" Carly said, before retreating to my bedroom. I gave her a salute. "Ma'am yes ma'am!" "That's what I thought," she said, smirking at me before she closed the door.

Five minutes turned into ten, and then into fifteen. I wasn't really anxious, but my mind was itching to see what she had in store for me. At the twenty minute mark, I heard my bedroom door creaking open. As I started to turn my head, I heard her say,

"No! Not yet."

Snapping my head back around to the front, I heard the soft sound of bare feet on carpet, padding quietly across the room. The lights went dim, and then I felt two soft hands on my shoulders, rubbing them, and lighting my soul on fire. My cock started to harden in anticipation, and taking care not to turn my head, I leaned over and kissed her hand.

One hand left my shoulder, and the other lightly skimmed the back of my neck, as Carly finally came around into my view. My jaw dropped.

She was wearing a red lingerie set, with a lacy bra and thong that sat high on the sides of her hips. I could see the tiny bulge ...

... between her legs, smoothed out by the tightness of her thong. Her bra shaped and pushed her breasts together, making them look irresistible. She had matching high heels on, and red lipstick, the same shade she wore on our first date. Her hair fell straight down her back. She was stunning.

She did a slow twirl in front of me, slow enough for me to get a full view of her butt. I tried to reach out and touch her, but she was far enough away where I missed and swiped at nothing but air. Seeing me, she smiled and wagged her finger.

"Not yet," she said, her voice low and husky with desire. She gave a couple more turns in front of me, letting me enjoy the view of her perfect body from every angle.

"That... is one hell of a surprise," I said quietly, my cock now fully hard and straining against the fabric of my pants.

She leaned over the top of me, pushing her breasts close to my face and her mouth right next to my ear. Playfully biting my earlobe, she whispered,

"This, my dear, is not the surprise..." sending my brain wild. She picked up a small box she'd placed on the back of the couch when she came in, and brought it over to me. Handing it to me, she said,

"This is the surprise."

Finally tearing my eyes away from her body, I looked down to the box, and opened it. Inside was a bottle of lubrication. My heart could have stopped right there.

"I'm ready for you, Jason. I want you inside me."

She reached down and stroked the length of my cock with the back of her ...