Carrie’s not home

There’s no one in when you get home. You’d dropped Carrie a text earlier about the plans for the evening but didn’t get a response. When you think about it you remember she didn’t reply either when you sent her the Pornhub link which was odd. You send her another text.

You: Hey babes, everything ok?

You see she’s read it almost immediately.

Carrie: Sorry I got caught up in something and couldn’t reply. I’ll be back in a bit and I’ll tell you all about it. Cx.

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It’s almost seven by the time Carrie get’s back.

She comes into the living room in a rush.

“We need to get ready if we’re going to meet Antoine at eight. I’ll tell you what happened while I change,” she says.

She hustles into the bedroom and you follow her. She starts going through cupboards and drawers pulling out clothes.

“I was on a break sitting in the changing room when I got the text from you with the video link. I bumped it on to Kim and then clicked on it myself to take a look and see what you had done,” Carrie says.

“It’s really well made and I was laughing at the opening part of it. You make a great Pizza Delivery Guy, Buck Naked. But it’s also pretty hot and by the time you had Mae on the kitchen table I had my hands inside my yoga pants and was fingering and rubbing myself.

“I wasn’t paying attention and missed that someone had come into the room. I’d my headphones in so they didn’t hear Mae’s moans on the video, but that also meant I didn’t hear them. It was only when the video finished I realised they’d been watching over my shoulder.”

“Who was it?” you ask.

“Karen, my supervisor,” says Carrie. “She asked me to let her watch it from the beginning so I let her. I wasn’t sure what she would do or if I was in trouble.”

“Were you in trouble?” you ask.

“Far from it,” says Carrie. “She loved it, but second time through I felt her hand on my hip. She said something like ‘it’s very hot, but not what I normally go for myself’. She was slightly behind me and then her hand moved from my hip into my yoga pants to where my hand had been a few moments before.”

“How did you react?” you ask.

“Well I couldn’t really toss the coin, so I just let her take charge. She peeled my yoga pants off me, laid me down on a bench and ate my pussy till I came. She was really good, using her fingers and lips, and I came two or three times by the time she was done. When she was finished I watched while she licked her fingers clean.”

“What did you say?” you ask.

“I didn’t say a word,” says Carrie. “Walking back I remembered she had been sitting beside me in the cafe on Tuesday. It was her who had her hand on my thigh.”

“Are you ok?” you ask.

“I’m fine,” she says. “It’s an odd thought, but I wondered whether it was impolite of me not to reciprocate. Something to consider if it happens again. Are you ok with it?”

“Sure,” you say. “It sounds very erotic. We should get you both on film. But I’m just happy you’re ok. You mean the world to me.”

“You’re such a babe,” says Carrie. “And I love you, but we better get our asses in gear and go and meet Antoine.”