A snack and planning with Carrie

After yet another fabulous fuck Carrie and Paul took a short shower together. Now they are together in the kitchen. Carrie wanted to get dressed but Paul demanded that they should stay naked. It is impossible to see into the kitchen so they are not worried about anyone seeing them.

They have towels with them and occasionally they dry themselves more. Paul is about to open up a bottle of Bollinger Champagne. He is also preparing some food. Carrie is drinking a diet soda and both of them need to hydrate before the next storm.

Carrie leans against the cool granite counter. A the towel wrapped loosely around her broad hips and she takes a long sip of her soda. The bubbles feel sharp and clean after the heat of their bodies. Carrie watches Paul work the foil off the champagne bottle. Her blue eyes lingering on the play of muscles in his back and shoulders.

“You know demanding I stay naked is a power move. I like it. “ Carrie sounds very pleased with Paul’s demand to have her naked in the kitchen. She sets her can down and pads over to Paul. She starts resting her chin on his shoulder from behind. Carrie’s hands slide around his waist. Her fingers splaying over his firm stomach. “It feels domestic. In a very, very indecent way.” Carrie continues to speak.

She presses a soft kiss to the side of Paul’s neck. The she rests her cheek there watching Paul’s hands work. She whispers to Paul.

“I can’t believe we’re about to drink champagne naked in your kitchen after what we just did. My life is officially perfect. And I’m starving. What are you making for the super slut and her insatiable appetite?”

Paul loves the fact that Carrie is touching and kissing him. It feels domestic and intimate. It is fantastic to see her gorgeous body moving around and enjoying herself. He tells Carrie.

¨ I am making us some toast. I will mixed it with shrimp and some mayonnaise and I will make something called “Toast Skagen” in Swedish. I am using the pan to heat up the toast in some butter. There is a chicken salad as well if you want. I need to feed the you and hydrate you my wonderful super slut. I have a lot of plans for you tonight. Morning sex is an absolute necessity.¨

Carrie laughs softly against Paul’s neck the sound warm and content. ¨Toast Skagen. Fancy. I'm just a simple girl from next door, you know. But I'll take your shrimp toast and your morning sex. In that order, preferably.¨ She continues to whisper.

Carrie squeezes Paul gently before letting go and hopping up to sit on the counter next to the stove. She is letting her towel fall open slightly. She watches Paul cook with a soft affectionate smile. She talks louder next.

¨You know most men would be passed out snoring by now. But you? You're making me a gourmet snack and planning the next round. I think I hit the jackpot.¨

Paul looks at Carrie’s huge perky boobs. He is getting distracted by the fabulous sight. Finally he opens up the Champagne. He has made sure that he can spray some Champagne on Carrie. Especially her big round globes gets sprayed. He can then later start licking her dry later. After that commotion he finally pours two glasses and gives one to Carrie.

Carrie lets out a delighted shriek as the cold champagne hits her skin. Her big nipples tightening instantly from the shock. She looks down at the bubbles running in rivulets between her huge breasts then back up at Paul with a wide wicked grin.

¨You're going to lick all that up, you know. Every last drop. Wasting good champagne is a sin.¨ Now she sounds very pleased. Her huge boobs look even sexier with some Champagne trickling down her deep cleavage. Outstanding knockers.

Carrie takes the glass Paul offers. Her fingers brushing against his. She take a slow sip with her blue eyes locked on Paul’s over the rim, before setting it down beside her on the counter. Carrie leans back on her hands arching her back slightly, presenting her champagne-slicked chest to Paul. She speaks again.

¨Your toast is burning, by the way. But I think I'd rather have this first. Come here. Clean your mess.¨

Paul turns the toast over in the pan and then he starts licking Carrie’s huge knockers. They are real and they are spectacular. He takes his time and then he also uses a napkin to really clean her. Her big round globes are fabulous. So perky despite their weight.

Carrie lets her head fall back with a soft sigh as Paul's tongue traces a cold tingling path over her skin. His attention is thorough almost reverent. A different kind of heat begins to pool low in her belly, gentler than before but no less potent.

¨Mmm. Much better than a napkin.¨Carrie murmurs her fingers threading into Paul's hair. ¨You have a very talented tongue, Mr. Andersson. For a lot of things.¨

Carrie glances over Paul's shoulder at the stove. The toast is definitely burning now. She can smell it. But she doesn't really care. This is a better breakfast.

Paul stops licking Carrie’s outstanding breasts. He can smell the burning toast and he removes the pan from the plate. The toasts are a little bit burnt but he will scrape off the worst. He finds his glass of Champagne and raises it. Carrie gets hers glass and they put their glasses together. A nice clink. Paul gives a silly short speech.

“I would like to give a toast for Carrie the super slut who has made this weekend so very spectacular. I would also like her to kindly give up her valiant efforts to fuck right now. I intend to eat. After the meal I will promise Carrie more fabulous sex.”

Carrie clinks her glass gently against Paul’s. A soft smile playing on her thin lips as she takes a sip. The champagne is crisp and perfect. “To the super slut.” Carrie echos the toast. Her tone is light but her eyes holding Paul’s with a deeper warmth. “And to the man who somehow keeps up with her.”

Carrie hops down from the counter letting her towel settle back around her hips. She takes the slightly charred toast Paul hands her. Carrie takes a bite the shrimp and mayo cool and creamy against the warm smoky bread.

“It's delicious. Even a bit burnt. “ Carrie says around a mouthful and then swallow. “And don't worry Paul. My valiant efforts are on a brief hiatus. I need to refuel if I'm going to survive your… wonderful promises.”

Carrie leans her hip against the counter eating slowly watching Paul. The domesticity of this being naked and eating toast in a quiet kitchen after hours of raw sex, feels strangely more intimate than anything else they have done.

“You know Paul.” Carrie speaks after a moment. Her voice is suddenly much softer.” I was thinking… about Laura not coming tonight. Part of me is a little relieved. It means I get you all to myself for a few many more hours. No sharing. Just you and me. I am being selfish but being kicked out from the Hotel worked out perfectly for me.”

Carrie gestures vaguely between them with her toast. “I like the quiet parts with you almost as much as the loud ones.”

“So Carrie now when we got time to actually talk. I am very curious about the orgies you have together with Laura and the rest of your bunch. You have described them before but please tell me about the most recent ones.” Paul is curious about Carrie’s wild adventures. He asks her about them.

Paul takes a sip of Champagne and eats a bit of his toast. He takes Carrie’s soda to wash down the food.

Carrie takes another bite of her toast chewing thoughtfully as she leans back against the counter. A slow knowing smile spreads across her beautiful face. She starts telling.

“The most recent one? That was just last weekend, actually. At Laura's place. Her new pool was finally finished, so of course we had to christen it properly.”

She takes another sip of champagne. Her blue eyes glinting with mischief.

“It started as a normal pool party. Music, drinks, about ten of us. Then the clothes started coming off. It turned into this… wet, slippery, sun-drenched mess of bodies. There was a guy, Marcus, who’s a yoga instructor. He had me bent over the edge of the hot tub in a position I didn’t even know I could hold while Laura rode his face. It was… efficient. Then later two other guys fucked me simultaneously in both holes. You know how much I love a double penetration. Well that time I got exactly what I wanted. “

Carrie laugh softly shaking her head.

“But it’s not always about the gymnastics. Sometimes it’s more planned. A few weeks before that, we had a themed night. Everyone dressed in black, red lights, that kind of thing. It was less about frantic fucking and more about exploration. Touching, tasting, taking your time with different partners. I spent an hour just with this woman, Anya, learning what she liked. It was intimate and extremely pleasurable in a different way.”

Carrie look at Paul her expression turning a little more serious more ****.

“They’re fun. They’re a thrill. But they’re like… fireworks. Bright, loud, and then they’re over. But I need them. I really do. Being a super slut is my destiny. Feeling men desperately want me is such a thrill. Once the orgies is done I start planning for the next one. What we’re doing here is very different “Carrie gesture around the kitchen. “This feels more like building a fire. It’s warmer. It lasts. It is not usually my style.”

Carrie finishes her toast and licks a bit of mayonnaise from her thumb.

“Why the sudden curiosity? Thinking of joining the bunch someday?”

Paul needs to think about Carrie’s question. He goes to the fridge and takes out the chicken salad. He gives Carrie a fork and together they start sharing the salad directly from the bowl. He thinks about her question for a long time. Finally he answers her. He is very honest and he makes himself ****.

“Maybe I would like to join your wild bunch. Being part of an orgies sounds very exciting. However I am afraid I would get jealous if you were participating. I have no problem with you fucking other men and of course you are very active with your husband. But… not sure how I would feel in the heat of the moment watching you.”

Carrie takes the fork. Their fingers are brushing as they share the salad. She considers Paul’s words spearing a piece of chicken and eating it slowly. Carrie talks.

“That's fair. More than fair. Jealousy in the middle of a scene… it can ruin the whole vibe. For everyone.”

Carrie look at Paul her expression open and honest. She continues.

“The thing is, Paul, what we have isn't a group dynamic. It's a line between you and me. Adding other people into this… it would change it. Maybe not for the worse, but it would change. And I'm not sure I want to change this either. Not yet.”

Carrie takes a sip of champagne then offer the glass to Paul. She goes on.

“You could always come to one as my guest. Not to participate, just to watch. To see if the idea of it turns you on, or turns your stomach. No pressure. But if you ever do… I'd want you there as my anchor. My safe place in the middle of the storm.”

Paul answers her immediately.

“That is a lovely thing to say and offer Carrie. Let me think about it.”

Paul needs courage to say his next words. He goes for it.

“What I really would like to try is going to a sex club with you Carrie. I would like to be totally selfish and not share you with anyone. Just let everyone else see us fucking and getting frustrated and envious of our fabulous sex.”

Carrie set the fork down slowly. A slow intrigued smile spreading across her beautiful face. The idea sends a fresh delicious thrill right through her. She speaks enthusiastically. Her voice has definitely changed.

‘Now that… that is a fantasy I can get behind. Completely.” Her sexy dark voice drops to a low intimate purr. “You, putting on a show with me. Claiming me in a room full of people who can look but not touch. Making them watch how good you make me feel. Making them hear the sounds you pull from me.”

Carrie steps closer. Her towel starts brushing Paul’s legs. She reaches up and trace the line of his jaw with her fingertips. She continues.

“That’s not jealousy, my love. That’s possession. And it’s incredibly hot. I’d wear something devastating. Something that says I’m yours, but makes everyone else wish I wasn’t.”

Carrie leans in brushing her lips against Paul’s in a soft promising kiss. She whispers.

“Tell me more. What would our first night at a club look like?”

Paul answers Carrie immediately.

“I don’t know Carrie. I have never been to a sex club before. I guess the thrill of it all could be making people aroused and interested especially in you. You dress super sexy. Both of us flirt and engage in sexy conversation. Then when we start and we only need each other and forgets them all. We continue to fuck and ignore the rest all night long.”

Carrie nods slowly her mind is already painting the picture. Carrie takes Paul’s hand lacing her fingers through his. She whispers again.

“I know a the perfect place. Discreet, upscale, very strict rules about consent and no touching without invitation. We could go. We'd get a private room with a window, or a spot on one of the open platforms. I'd wear a dress that's all illusion. It seems modest until I move, or until you take it off me.

Carrie brings Paul’s hand to her lips. She starts kissing his knuckles her blue eyes holding Paul’s. She continues whispering.

“We'd start slow. Dancing, maybe. Letting them see how you look at me. Letting them see how I melt for you. Then we'd find our space. And I'd let you undress me, so everyone knows who has the privilege. And then… we'd give them a show they'd never forget.”

Carrie smiles a wicked loving curve of her mouth. She continues.

“But we'd be in our own world. Just you, and me, and the way you feel inside me. Their eyes on us would just be… fuel. Making you fuck me harder. Making me scream your name louder. A public declaration of what we do in private.”

Carrie squeeze Paul’s hand. She whispers “It's a date. Whenever you're ready.”

Paul leans forward and kisses Carrie passionately. It feels like he sealed the deal with the kiss. They are finishing the salad. Paul fills up both glasses of Champagne. He looks at Carrie and again he just admires her outstanding physique. She has the perfect body.

Carrie return the deep kiss. She is letting it linger. The kiss is tasting like champagne and the promise on Paul’s lips. When they part she take her refreshed glass the bubbles dancing in the light. Carrie follows Paul’s gaze as it travels over her. A warm proud flush spreads across her skin.

“You know Paul.” Carrie speaks softly. She is taking a sip. “For a man who's never been to a club you have a natural talent for the fantasy. It's one of the things I adore about you. That and your massive cock are your main strengths. “

She set her glass down and turns leaning her back against the counter. Carrie is facing Paul fully. She lets the towel drop completely standing naked and unselfconscious in Paul’s kitchen. She looks amazing. Very fit yet curvy with huge breasts.

“But we don't need a club for you to admire me. You can do that right here. And I can admire you.” Carrie talks and her voice is filled with lust. She is getting horny again.

Carries eyes roam over Paul’s body with the same appreciative hunger he showed her.

“So tell me Paul what's next on the agenda for your perfect evening with the perfect body? More champagne? More conversation? Or are you ready to test the durability of that kitchen table?” Now Carrie is starting to talk with a hoarse voice.

Paul answers Carrie right away.

“Let’s drink up and spend a few more minutes together. Then if I could choose it is time for you and me to start roleplaying. You have the Playmates stuff up on the huge mirror in the bedroom. You need to have on high heels. Otherwise you have time to Google her and find the pictures of her that turns me on so much. Take your time to change and then just let me your photographer know that you are ready.”

Carrie feels a jolt of pure giddy excitement shoot through her. Roleplaying. Finally. She finishes her champagne in one last sip and set the glass down with a decisive click.

“A photographer and his Playmate. I love it. “ Carrie grins her blue eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Give me ten minutes. Don't peek.” She is eager now when she speaks.

Carrie grabs her discarded towel and pads quickly out of the kitchen. She is heading for the bedroom. The items are right where Paul left them. They are propped against the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror. The red boxing gloves and the blue baseball cap. It’s an odd, sporty combination, not her usual elegant fare, but that’s part of the fun.

Carrie takes a moment to look at herself in the mirror. A bit flushed with hair in a mess. Carrie’s gorgeous body still marked from their earlier sessions. Perfect. She is starting from a place of being thoroughly used. Now Carrie gets to transform.

Carrie quickly searches for the Playmate Paul mentioned on her phone. She is scrolling through the images. Ah. She sees the vibe. Sporty and cheeky with a knowing smile that says she’s in on the joke. It’s less about overt sex and more about confident playful tease. Carrie can definitely do that.

Carrie pulls on the boxing gloves first. The red vinyl stark against her skin. Then she flips the blue cap and put it on backwards. She is adjusting it so her hair spills out. Carrie look at her reflection. It’s silly. It’s hot. It’s completely unlike her and that’s the point. But Carrie sees the incredible likeness to the Playmate. Her body is almost identical. She feels a thrill when she understands why Paul wants this so bad.

Carrie strike a few poses in the mirror. She is experimenting with angles. Sometimes hands up in a playful fighting stance, a hip cocked, an over-the-shoulder look with a wink. Carrie decides to forgo anything else. The gloves and the cap her gorgeous naked body and a pair of her highest and sharpest black stiletto heels that she pulls from her bag. The contrast is delicious.

Once Carrie is ready she calls out. Her voice is pitched to carry down the hall.

“Okay, photographer! Your Playmate is ready for her close-up. Don’t keep the talent waiting.”

Paul hears her and believe me he has no intention at all to leave Carrie waiting. The moment is here. It is almost too much. Finally he will fuck a gorgeous Playmate.