You made her very horny

Not only did nude Carol look good enough to eat, she also smelled great. You recognised her perfume immediately as ‘her scent,’ the one with a picture of a flower on the tall vase like bottle. You forgot the name of it. Your cock felt as though it might burst, sitting on the sofa with her, her legs crossed demurely, her pert breasts teasing you as she spoke, or moved her hands, or breathed.

This test was going to be hard for you, but you really wanted to find out if somebody would continue to believe your persuasion even when you were not actively encouraging them.

As you both sat and chatted, you paused reflectively, and placed a hand gently on Carol’s naked thigh.

‘You know, it’s such a shame things didn’t work out for us,’ you said sadly. ‘But I’m glad we can be such good friends. I mean, look at us now, sitting here like this.’

She looked down at her glass, swirling the ice around. ‘I know, I’m sorry about what happened.’

‘Water under the bridge,’ you reassured her. ‘We can only move on.’

She looked at you, her eyes glistening. ‘But you are such a good person, I never wanted to hurt you.’ Good person? She might not be completely on the nose there. ‘You are so understanding and kind, and you were right to respond the way you did. Even now, you are kind enough to let me sit here with you completely naked, and you don’t even mind.’ She placed her hand on yours, holding you tight.

You spoke softly. ‘You know I still love you, I always will. I miss being with you. I miss your touch, and your kiss. I wish maybe that you had fought for us. I think I wish that you had just been able to show me how much we meant to you.’

She looked close to tears, and you started to feel a little bit bad. But not enough to stop. She did cheat on you after all.

‘What could I have done? How could I have shown you how much I wanted us to work out?’

You removed your hand from her thigh, leaning forward to pick up your empty gin glass from the coffee table. I think I wanted you to just throw yourself at me. Show me that you really wanted me. Pounce on me, strip my clothes off and just beg me to fuck you. I wanted to feel that you wanted me more than you wanted anybody else. I wanted you to strip naked and bare everything to me.’

She laughed, gesturing at her body. ‘Well, I’m halfway there at least! But is it too late to do those things?’

You smiled at her. With luck, this would be the final piece of this particular jigsaw. ‘It’s never too late.’ Then you stood up, walking to the kitchen with your empty glass. You called back over your shoulder. ‘Shall we open some wine before the pizza arrives?’

You had your back to her, pretending to read the label on a wine bottle when she walked in to join you. You felt her hand on your shoulder, her hip against your leg. ‘This one okay?’ you asked breezily, passing her the bottle. ‘Perfect,’ she replied, placing it on the counter and letting her hand move down your back to your ass. Then she raised her hand up under your t-shirt, stroking the small of your back.

You feigned ignorance. ‘Great. Would you open it while I get the glasses? The corkscrew is in the drawer next to the sink.’

Carol opened the drawer, bending over at the waist to peer inside. Her back arched slightly, making her bottom stick out enticingly. ‘I can’t see it. Can you help?’

She stood in front of the drawer as you stepped closer, forcing you to reach around her to pick out the corkscrew which was right there in plain view. ‘Thanks,’ she smiled, pressing her bottom back against you. ‘Oh,’ she sighed, gyrating her hips slowly against your erection, ‘hello big boy. Can you help me pop this cork?’

You didn’t so much as help, more just do it for her, with her standing close to you as you twisted the corkscrew into the bottle. Once it was in she held the wine with both hands, pulling against you as you tried to extract the cork. Of course this didn’t work so she gripped the bottle between her thighs, pressed right against her pussy. ‘Hmm, I haven’t had anything big between my legs for ages,’ she teased with a playful giggle.

‘Carol,’ you tried to sound stern, ‘I’m thinking you are just trying to seduce me now. I’m wondering if the whole nudism thing is just a ploy to get me off guard.’

She turned around, looking up at you, still holding the wine bottle between her thighs. ‘No, honest, I just hate wearing clothes. And I just want you so much, I want to feel you touch me, hold me, kiss me and fuck me.’ She started to undo your belt, struggling with the button on your trousers. ‘I want this big cock. I want it so bad. When I make myself cum I think of your cock in my mouth or my pussy or my ass.’

‘Carol,’ you whisper, ‘I will always love you, but this isn’t right. Not like this.’

She takes the bottle out from between her thighs, placing it on the counter then returns her hands to your trousers, rubbing your erection. ‘Just fuck me,’ she growls, ‘what could be wrong about that? I'm so wet for you. Push your hard cock inside me. Hold me down, tie me up, use me. I’m yours. I’ll do whatever you want.’

Despite this being part of your test, you came so close to just bending her over and fucking her against the counter. It seemed to be a success though, even though you told Carol no, she was still **** to do anything to feel your cock.

You took a half step back, looking at her. Maybe you should just fuck her. You definitely wanted to. But also, you could try to see how far she would go, how far you could push this.

And then the doorbell rang. The pizza.