Chapter 2 - Carla's Remodel
Carla woke, feeling like a new woman. As she stretched, naked under the sheets, she recalled the previous night's events. After days of soul-searching, Carla had decided that she needed to reinvent herself. Whether or not it would bring her and her husband closer to each other was yet to be seen, but after last night's mind altering orgasms, she knew that she would continue on her quest.
She had enlisted the help of her friend George, who had become her confidant, photographer and now, lover. Enlisted may imply that George came willingly, and he did, to a point; but Carla had trapped him in such a way, that he really had no option. What man could resist a sexy young thing, spread, buck-naked on the edge of a tub, asking for his help in shaving her pussy?
One of Carla's husband's frequently visited websites was a bikini site, where women posted pictures of themselves in swimwear. Carla thought that she might get Frank's attention if she posted some shots of herself on the site; Frank being her husband. She knew that George, a remodeling contractor, turned friend, was a photographer and sharp with computers. She would ask him to take pictures of her and help her post them on the web.
She remembered parts of the previous evening. Posing in her little two-piece; moving from bed, to dresser, to floor. Losing the top and showing off her perky breasts and searching for more and more provocative poses. Then there was a kiss, more wine, the grand unveiling. Her untamed bush proved to lush for her bikini bottom, so a trimming was in order. Carla, feeling no pain and a little playful, elected George to do the honors.
Now, neither Carla nor George was looking to start anything, but the temptations, particularly for George, were just too great. Shaving a pussy was a new one for the builder, but as in all his projects, he gave it his all. Quality control was paramount, and the best way he knew to check his work, was to bury himself in it, literally. After multiple orgasms and a final clitoral/g-spot attack, Carla had passed out, leaving George with the pride of a job well done and a raging hard-on.
Carla dragged herself out of bed and went to fill the tub. Luxuriating in the water and bath oil, she closed her eyes, reliving last night. Her fingers played with her nipples, their erection, instantaneous. While one hand remained at her breast, the other drifted to her newly shorn pussy. She marveled at the smoothness and the way her pussy felt as she ran her fingers along her slit, unencumbered by hair. Her sensitivity was multiplied ten-fold and she cursed herself for never having shaved before. As she brought herself to climax, she wondered about what else she had missed up to now.
Carla's first chore for the day was to call George. She wasn't sure how he would feel after last night. Was he feeling that he had taken advantage of her? Had his feelings for her changed? These were questions Carla asked of herself also, and a bit of guilt set in. She didn't want to lose his friendship; he'd helped her through a rough patch in her life. She also questioned her own feelings for him. Where do they go from here, if anywhere? She knew that exploration into her own sexuality was to continue, but would George continue to be a part of that journey? Deep in her heart, she knew that she wanted George to be a part of her life.
George awoke that morning from a dream that had his prick as hard as an iron spike. In his dream, he was face up, with a pussy grinding into his face, his tongue buried to the hilt. One index finger was sawing in and out of the sweetest ass he had ever seen, or tasted. At the same time, this gorgeous little pixie was trying valiantly to swallow his dick, her fingers playing with his balls and probing at his own asshole. He awoke with a start, instantly recalling his midnight snack; dining on Carla's sweet snatch. He soon soiled his own sheets with his seed, Carla's taste still on his lips.
He too started the morning wondering what lie ahead. He knew he could easily be persuaded to continue what he and Carla may have started last night, but he did not want to be the one to drive the wedge between Carla and Frank.
Spotting his camera setting on the table just inside the front door, he picked it up and began cycling through the photos. "Pretty good," he thought to himself, probably with a bit of bias. As he came to the nude shots that led to her introduction to oral sex, George answered his own question as to whether this little affair should continue or not. Selfishly, he could think of no one better to help Carla discover the delights that could be afforded to and by the human body.
They had decided to call each other almost simultaneously, but Carla beat him to the punch. "Good morning," she said sheepishly.
"Good morning to you," he answered, no trepidation in his voice.
"Well thanks for coming over yesterday and taking those pictures for me......and everything," she said.
He could see her turn red through the phone. "My pleasure....any time," he responded. "
Many more times, I hope," she thought to herself, her pussy creaming a bit at the thought. "Well, I guess I need to get those photos from you and see about them posted on the bikini site. I'm anxious to see what kind of response I get," she said.
She was anxious to see the comments, if any, from those that visited the site, and now, maybe less importantly, any response from Frank. She knew that he visited the site almost religiously.
"If the photos do justice to the real thing, then I can already tell you what the responses will be," answered George.
