Doing A Carol 26
Dear Diary.
I’m sat in my car, scantily clad in a provocative outfit, parked outside a random block of flats thinking what am I doing? My husband is drunk and tied up to a chair whilst I’m thinking of having sex with a gorgeous stranger in the next room. Am I nuts? Do I need my head examined? Do I need a brain transfusion? Am I a slut?
Well, there is only one way to find out, isn’t there?
Having buzzed to get into the building, an old man came out and held the door open for me, which was very nice of him. He clearly looked me up and down as I stepped over the threshold and clacked across the shiny marble floor in my four inch black platent court shoes, though I couldn’t blaim him. I must admit that I did look edible, ravishing, though rather tarty.
And by his knowing leer, I’m guessing he’s mistaken me for a lady of the night going by my dress code and clearly not the regular Deliveroo guy!
As I reached the door, I hesitated, knowing that anything could happen.
This was my last chance to back away. But I couldn’t leave Jerry like that. It wasn’t right. Poor Jerry.
I knocked on the door and was greeted by Steve.
‘Wow.’ He said, looking at my heaving tits that were bursting through my dress, ‘Come in,’ he gestured, guiding me through the door with his big hand on my bottom.
‘Why thank you,’ I purred, seeing if I could spot Jerry and the rest of the gang through the crack in the living room door. I couldn’t.
‘We’ve been waiting for you,’ Steve smiled as he closed the front door behind me. ‘I’ve heard alsorts about you.’
‘Oh really. I hope all good?’
‘It is to me,’ he whispered as he stepped forward, put his arms around me and kissed me.
Wow!
It was different from Michael’s kiss, much lighter and affectionate. A gentleman’s kiss that only the heroines in those romantic bodice ripper books would experience.
‘Great outfit,’ Steve said as he pulled away. I could tell he was happy with my decision, going by the growth in his trousers. His big black snake was trying to escape and sticking out, expressively. I couldn’t wait to see it, hold it, suck it.
I hope the lads in the other room would appreciate my look too. And as it’s the same outfit that I wore in that pub a few weeks ago, I’m hoping that it will arouse the lads to the point of another fondling frenzy.
‘I hope you like?’ I said running my trembling hands down my body.
‘Yeah I do.’
‘I can see that,’ as I pointed to his bulge, finding it hard to restrain myself from touching it. ‘Looking good too!’
Steve laughed and grabbed his trapped sausage. ‘Oh, can you tell?’
‘Just a tad.’
‘I can’t help it. It’s like a barometer, it swells when it’s getting hot!’
I laughed at his joke. ‘Well, I don’t want to put a dampner on your rising thermostat, do I?’
‘You couldn’t even if you tried.’
We both laughed.
‘Shall we?’ He asked
‘Shall we what?’
‘Go in!’
‘Go in where?’
‘To the lounge.’
‘Oh. Yes please,’ I breathed.
But we didn’t.
We kissed again, though more passionately. My hands grabbed his tight arse and pulled him in closer, making our enclosed nether regions greet each other as old friends, though fractionally seperated by the protection of fabric.
‘Let’s go,’ he said as he held my hand and fully opened the lounge door.
Here we go, I thought, trying not to show Steve how nervous I was feeling. I must put on a good show for the lads as I didn’t want to let Michael down. After all, I’m sure he’s planned all of this, the machiavellian mother fucker!
I was hoping to be greeted by a pack of hungry eyes and a row of hard bulges. I wanted them to ravage my sexy clad body, make me part of their fuck train and enter my tunnel with their steaming pistons, one chug after another.
But the Duchess of Disappointment had appeared in her finery, only to dampen my dreams.
I walked in to an empty room, not only to be accosted by the stench of beer and the remains of musty men, but by the sight of poor Jerry, out cold, half naked and still tied to the chair.
‘Where is everyone?’ I asked, as I looked over the spoils of the evening, hoping to find some kind of life lurking underneath the debris of cans and empty packets of crisps.
‘They’ve all gone home, except for us,’ Steve said.
‘And me,’ Michael cheered as he jumped out from the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist.
‘Oh,’ I said, trying not to sound disappointed, but keeping up the cheerful smile.
‘I hope that’s OK?’ Steve asked.
Realising who were in front of me, I immediately changed my attitude and smiled, ‘It’s more than OK.’
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