1. Carol - Part Seven


    Date: 10/2/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: mike8253, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    could be better?” I asked myself. ******* I woke from a hazy dream, realizing that my cock was being lightly stroked. Carol was already up, sitting on my bed in my Chinese bathrobe. She had pulled back some of the bed covers and was running one bright red fingernail lightly over my semi-hard member. “Good morning, sleepy.” “What time is it?” “It’s a little after 9:30.” Her fingernail grazed over the sensitive head of my cock and I grew so hard that my manhood popped out into the open, standing straight and ready. “God, you have a nice cock,” Carol said as she took my shaft in her hand and slowly stroked it. “Do you want to eat or do you want to play?” she inquired. “That’s not a fair question,” I responded, noting that she was holding my cock in her hand, lightly rubbing the head with her thumb, and that what she was doing felt wonderful. “Okay. I’ll decide for us.” She played with my hard shaft for a few more seconds, lightly running her fingers over it, causing shivers to run up my spine. It seemed to me that her decision was to play. No argument from me. “You have nothing here that we can eat. Not even coffee. I say we go out and get breakfast and then come back here and see if we can think of something to do.” A coy smile spread across her face as she continued to lightly stroke my cock. I shaved and dressed. Carol was waiting for me in the living room. Her red hair was tied back with a small elastic band and hung down her back. She wore a light gray T-shirt and faded ...
    jeans with dark blue, flat shoes. She used little, if any make up, and no lipstick. I would have preferred that she not wear a bra, but, as we were going out to eat, that was her choice. She looked perfect and sexy. But for the fact that we were both hungry and that I had no food in my kitchen, I would have taken her right there and then. We drove to a college town breakfast/lunch diner not far from my apartment. Brunch was edgy. We carried on a conversation about a variety of subjects and we joked with our waitress and with each other. But there was an anxious, sexual tension in the air. Both of us knew what we were going to do when we finished eating, and that knowledge and expectation created an excitement and electricity that was hard for either of us to conceal. As we walked to my car after eating, I playfully slapped Carol on her ass and rubbed her cheek through her jeans. As I opened the car door for her, she paused before she entered the car and turned towards me. “Do you want my ass, Michael?” “That’s a nice thought. You do have a great ass.” I said no more, letting the thought linger in her mind. Not much was said in the car. My guess would be that we were both thinking of what we were going to do. We drove to my apartment, entered through the sliding glass door to the living room, and never made it any further than that. Carol was headed for the stairs and had reached the first step. “Let’s stay down here,” I said. There was a little smile and an approving, knowing ...
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