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09 Nisan 2023, 11:43
Dilemma: a fun, voluptuous and lusty woman wanted to have sex with me again. I wanted the same thing. But Edgar Allan Poe was whispering in my ear, reminding me that time was a wasting.
On the one hand, I did not want the other girls to see Carmen being affectionate with me at the next bridge club. Hearing that I was generous, attentive, and a reasonably good lover ... that was good. But seeing Carmen licking my ear, or with her hand in my pants ... not helpful.
On the other hand, I didn't want Carmen angry at me, feeling like I had dumped her. Nor did I want her friends to think that I had mistreated her. Also, there was no particular rush to move on to the next girl. That was going to be Abigail. My plans for her would depend on the progress of her 'relationship' with Massimo. If I knew my rival - and I did - he would dump Abigail as soon as he was done with her.
I came to a decision. Carmen deserved some more time. But I didn't want to attend the bridge club while we were still at the 'intense' stage. I needed an exit strategy.
So I invited Carmen to my place on Tuesday, after work. She insisted on fucking before dinner, so we did. Then I whipped up a stir fry on a bed of rice, with a salad.
Carmen laughed. "You're going to make a wonderful wife." she said.
- "That's the plan." I replied. That earned me a funny look. Carmen had meant it as a joke.
After dinner, I encouraged her to stretch out on her stomach, and treated her to a massage. I took my time, and gently kneaded her stiff muscles. I kept it therapeutic for at least 15 minutes, then sensual for another 15. At the end of that, she was naked. I lifted her up by the hips and entered her from behind. We fucked doggy-style for a while, as I reached around to play with her boobs and then her clit.
Carmen had another gentle orgasm. I let her relax for another hour, then packed her off home.
- Aww - can't I stay over?" she pleaded. "I'll take the day off."
- "I'll see you at Bridge club Thursday." I told her. "I have tickets to a show on Saturday, if you're interested. I'm free all day Sunday, too, if you want. Take your pick."
- "I choose ... all of them!" said Carmen. "What kind of show?"
- "A play. I'll tell you all about it." I notice that Carmen wasn't 100% thrilled with the idea of a play - I had guessed correctly. But she wanted to be with me, so she agreed to go.
The next day - Wednesday - I called Beth to tell her that I was coming down with something, and wouldn't be able to attend Bridge club.
- "I'm really sorry, Beth, for the short notice. I didn't want to leave you short-handed."
- "That's ok, Norm." she said. "As it turns out, I have a substitute who could be available to take your place. You just get better, and we'll see you at the next one."
Then I called Carmen, to tell her the same news.
- "Ooh, poor baby. Want me to come over and make you feel better?" I talked her out of that idea. Somehow, I knew that she wasn't offering to make me chicken soup. She wasn't too upset about me missing Bridge night, but said she hoped I'd be well by the weekend. I knew that I would, so I promised to do my best.
I had recovered - miraculously - by Saturday, so I took Carmen to the theatre. Once again, I had guessed correctly: she wasn't particularly interested. It was a student group, playing a heavily adapted Othello. Carmen paid little attention to what was happening onstage. Instead, she spent most of the performance massaging my dick through my pants.
It took quite an effort to get her to stop, but I managed to pretend that I was vitally interested in the play. Carmen sulked for most of the final act.
To make it up to her, I fucked her up against the car in the parking lot. That part of the evening, she enjoyed. I pretended to be looking for my keys as I pinned her against the car door mersin escort (http://www.alacam.org) and thrust into her from behind. The possibility of getting caught, and the thrill as people got into other cars around us really turned her on.
The night was still young, so I took her to an artsy cafe. I knew that it would not be to Carmen's liking: that was precisely why I took her there. She was horrified to discover that they served nothing alcoholic.
I didn't have the heart to torture her for long. I took her back to my place, for some bedroom activities which were far more to her liking.
In the morning, though, I put 'Operation Disengage' into its second stage. I woke up early, and left the bathroom door open while I showered. Then I banged some pots and pans in the kitchen.
Eventually, Carmen appeared, wearing my housecoat. Even like this - sleepy, her hair dishevelled - she still looked eminently desirable. But I steeled myself to do what had to be done.
- "Are you always so cheerful in the morning?" she complained.
- "Start the day as you mean to continue." I said. "Coffee? Pancakes?"
Carmen grunted something that sounded like 'coffee'.
- "You know, I was thinking about next weekend." I said, with all the fake enthusiasm I could muster. "There's that place up near Summerside - where they do the rock climbing. We could take a picnic basket, and make a day of it."
From her expression, I think that Carmen would have had a hard time choosing between rock-climbing and another performance of Othello. I just kept going.
- "And the weekend after that - wait, is that bridge club? No? Well, we could take a drive up to my hometown. I know my folks would love you, and I think you'd get a kick out of them..."
Carmen suddenly remembered something she had to do - something urgent. She promised to call, as soon as she could. It only took her half an hour to shower, dress, and leave.
***********
She did call me, two days later.
- "Norm, we have to talk." she said. "Can you meet me at the pub on 4th avenue? About 5:00?"
- "I'm going to have trouble getting out of the office." I told her. "Would tomorrow be ok?"
- "Sure." If anything, she sounded relieved.
That gave me the day I needed to put the next phase of my plan into action. I recruited Scott, one of my co-workers. I told him all he needed to know about Carmen (hot, tits, available), and once he saw her picture on my cellphone - clothed - he started to salivate. We arranged to have him show up at the pub at 5:15 the next day.
Just before we were scheduled to meet, I texted Carmen to let her know that I was running a little late.
- "Outside pub now." she replied. "What do I do?"
- "Go in
On the one hand, I did not want the other girls to see Carmen being affectionate with me at the next bridge club. Hearing that I was generous, attentive, and a reasonably good lover ... that was good. But seeing Carmen licking my ear, or with her hand in my pants ... not helpful.
On the other hand, I didn't want Carmen angry at me, feeling like I had dumped her. Nor did I want her friends to think that I had mistreated her. Also, there was no particular rush to move on to the next girl. That was going to be Abigail. My plans for her would depend on the progress of her 'relationship' with Massimo. If I knew my rival - and I did - he would dump Abigail as soon as he was done with her.
I came to a decision. Carmen deserved some more time. But I didn't want to attend the bridge club while we were still at the 'intense' stage. I needed an exit strategy.
So I invited Carmen to my place on Tuesday, after work. She insisted on fucking before dinner, so we did. Then I whipped up a stir fry on a bed of rice, with a salad.
Carmen laughed. "You're going to make a wonderful wife." she said.
- "That's the plan." I replied. That earned me a funny look. Carmen had meant it as a joke.
After dinner, I encouraged her to stretch out on her stomach, and treated her to a massage. I took my time, and gently kneaded her stiff muscles. I kept it therapeutic for at least 15 minutes, then sensual for another 15. At the end of that, she was naked. I lifted her up by the hips and entered her from behind. We fucked doggy-style for a while, as I reached around to play with her boobs and then her clit.
Carmen had another gentle orgasm. I let her relax for another hour, then packed her off home.
- Aww - can't I stay over?" she pleaded. "I'll take the day off."
- "I'll see you at Bridge club Thursday." I told her. "I have tickets to a show on Saturday, if you're interested. I'm free all day Sunday, too, if you want. Take your pick."
- "I choose ... all of them!" said Carmen. "What kind of show?"
- "A play. I'll tell you all about it." I notice that Carmen wasn't 100% thrilled with the idea of a play - I had guessed correctly. But she wanted to be with me, so she agreed to go.
The next day - Wednesday - I called Beth to tell her that I was coming down with something, and wouldn't be able to attend Bridge club.
- "I'm really sorry, Beth, for the short notice. I didn't want to leave you short-handed."
- "That's ok, Norm." she said. "As it turns out, I have a substitute who could be available to take your place. You just get better, and we'll see you at the next one."
Then I called Carmen, to tell her the same news.
- "Ooh, poor baby. Want me to come over and make you feel better?" I talked her out of that idea. Somehow, I knew that she wasn't offering to make me chicken soup. She wasn't too upset about me missing Bridge night, but said she hoped I'd be well by the weekend. I knew that I would, so I promised to do my best.
I had recovered - miraculously - by Saturday, so I took Carmen to the theatre. Once again, I had guessed correctly: she wasn't particularly interested. It was a student group, playing a heavily adapted Othello. Carmen paid little attention to what was happening onstage. Instead, she spent most of the performance massaging my dick through my pants.
It took quite an effort to get her to stop, but I managed to pretend that I was vitally interested in the play. Carmen sulked for most of the final act.
To make it up to her, I fucked her up against the car in the parking lot. That part of the evening, she enjoyed. I pretended to be looking for my keys as I pinned her against the car door mersin escort (http://www.alacam.org) and thrust into her from behind. The possibility of getting caught, and the thrill as people got into other cars around us really turned her on.
The night was still young, so I took her to an artsy cafe. I knew that it would not be to Carmen's liking: that was precisely why I took her there. She was horrified to discover that they served nothing alcoholic.
I didn't have the heart to torture her for long. I took her back to my place, for some bedroom activities which were far more to her liking.
In the morning, though, I put 'Operation Disengage' into its second stage. I woke up early, and left the bathroom door open while I showered. Then I banged some pots and pans in the kitchen.
Eventually, Carmen appeared, wearing my housecoat. Even like this - sleepy, her hair dishevelled - she still looked eminently desirable. But I steeled myself to do what had to be done.
- "Are you always so cheerful in the morning?" she complained.
- "Start the day as you mean to continue." I said. "Coffee? Pancakes?"
Carmen grunted something that sounded like 'coffee'.
- "You know, I was thinking about next weekend." I said, with all the fake enthusiasm I could muster. "There's that place up near Summerside - where they do the rock climbing. We could take a picnic basket, and make a day of it."
From her expression, I think that Carmen would have had a hard time choosing between rock-climbing and another performance of Othello. I just kept going.
- "And the weekend after that - wait, is that bridge club? No? Well, we could take a drive up to my hometown. I know my folks would love you, and I think you'd get a kick out of them..."
Carmen suddenly remembered something she had to do - something urgent. She promised to call, as soon as she could. It only took her half an hour to shower, dress, and leave.
***********
She did call me, two days later.
- "Norm, we have to talk." she said. "Can you meet me at the pub on 4th avenue? About 5:00?"
- "I'm going to have trouble getting out of the office." I told her. "Would tomorrow be ok?"
- "Sure." If anything, she sounded relieved.
That gave me the day I needed to put the next phase of my plan into action. I recruited Scott, one of my co-workers. I told him all he needed to know about Carmen (hot, tits, available), and once he saw her picture on my cellphone - clothed - he started to salivate. We arranged to have him show up at the pub at 5:15 the next day.
Just before we were scheduled to meet, I texted Carmen to let her know that I was running a little late.
- "Outside pub now." she replied. "What do I do?"
- "Go in