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The Afternoon Carrie woke from her brief nap. She was naked on the lounge beside the pool with the bright overhead sun warming her tan skin. She lay on her stomach looking across the pool at two robins hopping around on the grass. "Spring's a horny time of year for everyone," she thought as she recalled the events of the morning, masturbating in front of the windows and watching a pair of dogs fucking just outside. Her still wet hole pinched involuntarily as she thought about it. She slipped into the pool and slowly swam around the deep end. The water felt good swirling between her legs and she didn't hear the telephone ringing until it was too late to answer it. When she went inside a few minutes later to fix a snack and get something cool to drink, she saw the light flashing on the answering machine and listened to the message. "Bob Dickerson with Palace Carpet Cleaning. Greg and I will be out about two o'clock to take care of the carpet. See you then. Thanks!" Carrie switched off the machine and looked at the clock. It was 12:30. "No hurry," she thought to herself and fixed her snack and drink. After picking up a steamy novel she had bought a few days earlier, she took them to the table beside the pool. The book, a modern day romance that would never hit the "best-seller" list, wasted no time in getting pretty sexy. "And I thought I had a good life," mused Carrie as she flipped through the pages in rapid fashion. "This lady has it made." She was referring to the fact that the heroine had a horny and understanding husband, a well hung gardener, a chauffer that was always ready for sex and an assortment of studs at her beck and call. Planting some roses had resulted in a romp in which all three of her main men had her in the middle of the wet top soil. "I'll have to keep Doug home more and take up gardening," she thought. The idea of having three men ravish her in the middle of a pile of soft dirt made her hot and Carrie spread her legs, sliding her fingers between them and began to gently rub her clit. She stroked it slowly and teasingly just as she had done earlier. The wetness made her fingers slick. The explicit adventures went on through the chapters and Carrie became so engrossed in the details and in her own manipulations that she completely lost track of time. "Hello. Anyone here?" The voice came from side yard and startled Carrie out of her fantasy world. "Ah, yes! Around front! I'll let you in the front door," Carrie responded, realizing that it was already two o'clock and that the carpet cleaners were here. She ran inside, pulled on a gown that lay at the foot of the bed and opened the front door. "Hi! Bob Diskerson with Palace. This is Greg." He motioned to the young man that was standing beside him. "Yes. Come in. Sorry I didn't hear the doorbell earlier. I was out by the pool and had sort of lost track of time." Carrie could see them both looking at her thin gown and knew that they could easily tell that she was naked underneath. The thought |
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