| Straight: Serial Stories: Adventures of Carrie: Motel (1/3) |
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She had spent the afternoon and evening of the day before in a motel with a man. Actually, with two men at two different times. As Carrie sat at her desk now her mind wandered away from the figures in front of her and back to the day before. Her prim little suit, high- collared white blouse and professional appearance did not betray the erectness of her nipples or the wetness between her legs as her mind drifted back to the previous day. One of her co-workers, a man she had been seeing regularly, stopped by her office shortly after lunch, laying a slip of paper on the edge of her desk, smiled with a question in his eyes and walked on. On the piece of paper were written the numbers `232', followed by a question mark. She tore the paper in two, watching the pieces as they fluttered into her wastebasket. Pushing back her sleek blonde hair, she smiled, feeling the familiar twinge between her legs. Later Carrie picked up her phone, dialed a number and said, "Great! Same place? 3:30?" At the affirmative answer she went back to work, trying to put the anticipation in another part of her mind for a few more hours. He arrived at the motel first and when Carrie walked in his jacket and tie were over the back of a chair and he had two glasses of wine waiting on the table. She shrugged out of her own jacket, slipped off her heels and set her purse on the dresser. He walked up behind her and slid his arms around her waist, pressing his hardness against her, kissing the back of her neck. "You smell wonderful. I've been thinking of you all day," he murmured in her ear. She turned to him and put her arms around his neck, pressing her full breasts against his chest. "But we have too many clothes on, don't you think?" she laughed. "Well, we can take care of that, can't we?" He walked over to the table and handed her a glass of wine. "Want to strip for me today?" He had turned the radio to a station that played jazz and a saxophone's brassy notes were carrying a familiar melody. "You know I can't resist that music," Carrie replied, sipping the deepred wine. She slowly undulated in time to the music, pulling her blouse from her waistband and undoing the buttons down the front and on the sleeves. She slid its silky material from her shoulders, tossing it on a chair, then slid her skirt off. As she moved across the room, she slipped her high heels back on. Now she had only her push-up bra, garter belt and stockings. The music of the sax vibrated her entire body, making her feel her wetness start to drip down her legs. He sat on the edge of the bed, slowly sipping his wine, watching her with glimmering eyes. Carrie twirled smoothly in front of him and reached down to unbutton his shirt. Part of her own stripping always included stripping her partner. She loved the musky masculine smell that seemed to rush outward in their nakedness. She noticed little beads of sweat at his graying temples as she finished removing his clothes. He lay back on one elbow and watched as she took a long, slow drink of her wine, one hand running from her breasts down to her flat stomach. Putting the wine back on the |
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