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Carly's Story

... congratulations to the future Mr. And Mrs. Carmichael!" He said, handing us both our glasses.

"Mrs. Carly Carmichael..." Carly said. She smiled up at me as we clinked our glasses together. "That's got a good ring to it!"

"I'll drink to that!" I said, as we both took a sip of the champagne.

The concierge led us to the elevators, and then to our room. He slipped the key card in the door to unlock it, then held it open and stepped to the side.

"Enjoy your stay, Mr. and Mrs. Carmichael," he said, handing the key to me. "Please, should you need anything at all, do not hesitate to call. My name is Lawrence."

"Thank you," we both said to Lawrence, and went inside the hotel room.

I followed Carly through the entrance to the suite I booked. Walking into the bedroom Carly gasped. The bed was covered in rose petals, and a bottle of champagne on ice was sitting on the bedside table. Next to the ornate bucket was a note, written on stationary with beautiful, elaborate handwriting.

-Dear Carly and Jason,

We would like to congratulate you on your engagement, and want to wish you many years and love and happiness. Thank you for celebrating with us!

Carly read it and turned it over in her hand, looking back at me and smiling.

"So, Jason," with a playful grin on her face, "what would have happened if I'd have said no?"

"Well," I said, running my chin as if in deep thought, "I guess I'd have had the limo driver drop me off here, and then I would have gone to ...

... the bar and stayed there until I found another pretty girl to romp around all these rose petals with," I said, dodging a swat from Carly.

Refreshing our champagne from the bottle by the bed, I led Carly from the bedroom into the bathroom, where a bath had been drawn in the garden tub, built for two people. It was scented with lavender and had rose petals floating on the surface, and small wisps of steam rising from the water and disappearing into the air.

"Oh..." was all Carly could say, as I walked up behind her, pressing against her from behind. I put one hand on her shoulder, and the other on the zipper of her dress, and kissed her neck.

"Would you like some help with this?" I asked.

"Please," she said, relaxing into me. I slowly unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall to the floor. She turned around to face me, wearing only her heels and a pair of pink lacy panties. She backed up to a chair in front of the bathroom vanity and sat down, and drew her foot up the inside of my leg, until it was level with my cock, already tenting the front of my pants. I reached down to her ankle and unbuckled her shoe, letting it fall to the floor. She did the same with the other foot, and once her shoes we off, she leaned back and raised her arms to me, wanting me to help her stand. I had other ideas, however, and leaned over her, kissing her first on the lips, then trailing down her neck to her chest, taking time sucking on each of her nipples, both of them erect and ...