Doing A Carol 5
Dear Diary.
Here’s the continuation of my party escapades and the consequences of what happened after.
So after the break and a few discreet purchases being made by the other ladies, we were now on to game number three.
This time it was Wanky Races. Each of us were given a fully charged dildo. We had to line them up and the first one that crossed the finishing line, wins.
I was determined to win and I picked the best toy.
‘3, 2, 1. Go.’
The toys buzzed and whirled across the floor to the screaming directions from the ladies.
‘Come on number 1. Come on Bouncing Bunny!’
Obviously the toys couldn’t understand what we were saying, but we all drunkly laughed at the chaos that writhed before us.
And yay, I won! It was my turn to pick a prize. So I delved deep into the basket and pulled out a thin parcel.
‘Open it,’ Marta yelled. ‘Let’s see what you’ve won.’
Not wanting to disappoint, I ripped open the pretty pink paper to reveal a finger sized vibrator.
Everyone clapped.
‘Ooh. A purse sized playmate,’ Marta chucked. I blushed and quickly stashed it away in my handbag.
‘And now for our fashion show,’ Casandra announced. ‘Who wants to try on some outfits?’
Sara looked at me. ‘Go on Carol. Try on that basque and stockings.’
‘No I couldn’t.’
‘Go on. You’d look great in it.’
I wasn’t sure what to do. As there weren’t any men about to be spied upon, I thought, sod it.
‘Alright. Alright,’ I exclaimed.
I picked up the basque and Casandra gave me a pair of black stockings and then I headed to the bedroom to try them on.
‘Anyone else wants to play?’ Casandra asked. A few hands went up followed by a small stampede to the clothes rail.
With a few of us girls ready in the bedroom and a bottle of prosecco in hand to share out, Casandra played some music and we all paraded around the lounge, pretending to be super models and saucy lap dancers.
As we were shaking our booties, Casandra commented on what we were wearing and how much it would cost.
With a discount on offer for purchasing the lingerie and toys that night, I couldn’t resist the savings so I whipped out and charged my credit card.
Casandra even pulled out a few novelty g strings and jock straps for the men in our lives.
‘I can’t imagine Jerry wearing one of these,’ I giggled, flicking a leopard print g string to Marta which landed on her lap. ‘He’s not that adventurous.’
‘Give that to Michael,’ Marta passed the garment to Sara. I’m sure he’ll be up for it.’
‘It will be too small for him,’ Sara replied.
‘That’s what we’ve heard!’ Marta winked to the ladies. We laughed and raised our glasses.
‘How very rude of you,’ Sara grinned, though I’m guessing a bit embarrassed of us talking dirty about her husband. ‘He has more taste than that.’
‘I’m sure the youngen’s will be able to find a fit guy to wear this,’ Marta said as she gave it to Maisy.
‘Mother!’ Maisy protested, then giggled with her friends.
‘Right ladies. The party is nearly over,’ Casandra stated. ‘If you want any more products or wish to host a party, here are my details and some brochures.’
We all grabbed a brochure each and I stashed mine in my hand bag.
Then we heard the door bell go.
‘I’ll get it,’ Maisy said and left the room.
‘It’s probably a hot pizza guy wanting to share his delivery,’ someone shouted out.
‘Tell him I’d like a hot stuffing,’ another voice yelled. We all laughed.
But it wasn’t the pizza guy.
Just then, we could hear ‘You can keep your hat on’ by Tom Jones coming from the hall.
We all looked at each other. What’s happening?
Then suddenly in bursts Michael, wearing only a pair of the tightest black boxer trunks ever that clearly showed off the protrusion of his talked about mighty bulge, a black bow tie and the biggest smile ever!
‘Ta da ladies. Your cabaret is here.’
Michael then proceeded to give us a lap dance, wiggling his bum and bulge about close to our faces.
Sara was horrified and stormed out.
‘Someone better go and see how she is,’ Marta called out whilst enjoining the impromptu show.
‘I’ll go,’ I said.
Still in my underwear, I left the room to look for Sara. The front door slammed infront of me.
I couldn’t follow her as I were still in my lingerie, so I went back to the party, where Michael was now on all fours and crawling about like a dog.
‘Get on his back and ride him,’ Marta screamed. ‘Go on Carol as you’re standing up.’
Not wanting to disappoint, I straddled his back as he scrambled around the room.
I don’t know what came over me, but I slapped him on the arse. He neighed like a horse.
‘We know you’re well endowed like a horse, so act like one,’ I barked.
The girls laughed as he bucked and reared like a frisky horse. Methinks he was enjoying it a bit more than us. I got off and slapped him on the arse again.
‘Thanks for the ride,’ I laughed.
‘You’re welcome. Anytime,’ he winked.
With all the fun and games finished as Casandra had started to pack her things away, the ladies started to depart and thanked Maisy on their way out.
‘I don’t know what happened to Sara,’ I said to Michael whilst gathering my bits together.
‘Oh she’s gone off on one of her huffs. She’ll be home soon. Do you still want a lift?’
‘That will be great. Thank you.’
With my hugs and thanks given to Marta and Maisy, Michael and I left the party and headed to his car.
Still in his underpants as his clothes were crumpled on the back seat, we both buckled up.
‘That was fun, wasn’t it?’ He asked.
‘Yes it was. It was a good evening.’
‘I mean you and I,’ he casually adjusted the rear view mirror.
Oh. I didn’t know what to think. Was he coming on to me?
‘Yes we did have a laugh,’ I joked, trying to break the tension.
‘Didn’t we? I can’t believe you slapped my arse.’
‘Sorry, I got carried away.’
‘Don’t apologise. It was a spur of the moment thing. Just a laugh, yes?’
‘Yes. Just a laugh. Right you’d better take me home or Sara will be wondering where you are.’
With that, he started the car and drove me home like a proper gentleman.
A few minutes later we were outside my cottage, with only the moon giving us some light.
I leant over and gave him a hug, accidentally brushing his bulge with the back of my hand. I thought I could feel him stir within the tight material, but wasn’t sure.
‘Thanks again for bringing me home.’
‘Anytime. And thanks for sitting on me. Sweet dreams,’ he smiled cheekily as his red Mercedes-Benz sped off in to the darkness.
I waved back then entered my home.
What did he mean, anytime and thanks for sitting on him?
The only man I’ve sat on and that was Jerry last month. Was Michael trying to tell me something or was I thinking about it too deeply?
Anyway, my head was buzzing from all of that drink, the room had started to spin and my bed was calling.
Time for my sweet dreams.
And it was. I then I passed out fully clothed on my bed and drifted off to dreamland.
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