Sexy black dress

Carrie exits the building. She must have been on her way to an interview. She is dressed in a clingy black dress. You can’t believe how beautiful she looks and how much you’ve missed her.

She carries a lacy parasol. It’s new, but she always was concerned about skin cancer. Her black high heels clack rhythmically on the sidewalk.

She reaches your car folds her parasol and and gets in.

“Thank god you’re ok. There is something really sinister about that place.”

“That’s sweet. You are right though that place really is...different. Can you bring me home?”

You begin the drive in painful silence. You wonder what to say to the woman you love.

Finally, she breaks the silence. “How have you been?”

“Good. I’ve missed you though.”

You surreptitiously glance at her and she enigmatically smiles.

You manage a bit of small talk about the weather, until you arrive at her place.

She gives you a smile and stares into your eyes. “Want to come up?”

Surprised, you nod. You can’t believe it. You dare to think, maybe she has forgiven you.

You follow her up the stairs admiring her lovely ass and long pale legs. She must be working out, you think. They look even better than you remember.

She opens the door and walks in. You follow. She turns to face you, letting you get tantalizingly close. You move to kiss her.

Your lips meet. Hers are cold from the draft, but the kiss is electric.

“I’ve missed you, Nick.”

She slides a cold hand down your pants, caressing your manhood.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Your cock hardens.

“Oh, very sure.”

You kiss her on the neck, running your lips over a pair of old scars you don’t recall being there.

She moans. “Mm, you do remember what I like.”

She unbuttons your pants, slides them down and pushes you on the bed. She slips out of her dress. Her lack of underwear surprises you, but her body Is as breathtaking as it ever was. She is thin and muscular, yet with a pair of pale half melon breasts that look so spectacular at first you had thought they were fake. Her hips are wide giving her an hourglass figure.

She climbs on the bed.

You begin to sit up. She pushes you down.

“I want to be on top.”

She mounts your cock. Her pussy is cold you wonder if she is feverish.

She looks you in the eyes. “Mm, this is so hot.”

She begins to teasingly grind. You marvel at how quickly she gets hot and wet.

As she begins to bounce you notice her grandmother’s cross, one of her most cherished possessions, is missing.

You manage to sputter. “What happened to gammy’s cross?”

“Hiss!”

The sound is shockingly animalistic. You watch as Carrie’s eyes begin to sparkle and glow red, and her canines extend into fangs.

She smiles. “Well, I guess the cat is out of the bag.”

She pins your arms faster then you can react. You can’t budge then.

“Oh my god! Carrie, what happened to you?”

“I went inside to look for you. A guard caught me and took me to legal. With all my experience in social work, the head of legal, Vespa, tried to hire me on the spot. I said no, even though she offered to triple my salary. She wouldn’t take no for an answer. She was very persuasive. And, well...”

She licks her fangs. “The benefits are to die for.”

She resumes slowly bouncing on your cock.

You try to think what to say.