Time to Test Her Lack of Limits

Carrie informed you earlier today that she had a "big date" with David planned. She'd told him that you were out for the night and that she could come over to spend some more quality time with him. Which, of course, means that you're parked in the same closet as before, watching...waiting. David is sitting back on your couch, dressed in a polo and staring down at his phone. His foot taps impatiently. No doubt the anticipation is getting to him too.

Just how far is Carrie going to go tonight? The words "No Limits" flashes through your head.

Finally, the moment arrives. The door clicks, and Carrie opens it using the key that you'd given her. The moment you see her, your breath catches in your throat. Her long, red-dyed hair is curled up immaculately, as if she'd gone to a hair dresser. The color of her hair is matched by striking, ruby red lipstick. She matches the red with a black dress, black stockings, and black heels. You don't recognize the lacey dress she's wearing. It's far skimpier then anything she'd ever worn to visit you before. It must be new.

Seeing her this way...she's more beautiful then she's ever looked in your entire life.

"Oh hey David!" Carrie giggles, putting a hand to her lips. "Do you know where your roommate is? We have a date tonight and-"

"We can stop pretending, Carrie." David says coldly, swiping decisively at the air. "We're done with those little games."

"Oh?" A wicked smile comes to her lips. "And here I thought you liked those games."

She draws closer to him, trailing her nail along the top of the other couch. However, David doesn't seem in much of a playful mood. His face is stern as steel, his eyes studying her with laser focus through his glasses. His arms fold over his chest.

"Twirl in a circle for me." He demands.

"Well now, if you insist." She giggles. Then, she raises her hands above her head and slowly turns around in a circle, giving my roommate plenty of time to ogle her. She makes sure to bend forward and back as she turns, showing off the way her magnificent tits and shapely ass are on full display. When she finishes, she puts a finger to her lips and prods him in a sing-song voice.

"Am I to your satisfaction, David?"

"Hrmm." He grunts. "Less clothes."

You don't see Carrie's reaction to this, beyond taking a step back. As a result she winds up in a blindspot, difficult to see from your vantage point. By the time you've readjusted your angle, Carrie's magnificent dress lays discarded on the floor. Now, she's shifting from hip to hip, her lace black panties and matching garter belt on full display.

Yet, David is still frowning.

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