Free Carol (Carol Schmidt Series) by Lori Cook

finger to
circle her sex, just the lightest of touches, almost as if she was showing
Irina where it was.
    Her breasts swung loose, hanging over her bra. She stopped touching
herself and unclipped the bra at the back, letting it fall to the ground. For a
second she remained like that, letting her tits hang there in all their glory.
    Then she began to toy with them, lifting each to her mouth and
sucking, her eyes closed, her breath heavy. Her other hand returned to her sex,
easing two fingers inside herself and letting the rocking of her body move
against them.
    The only sounds in the room were the lapping of her tongue on her
breasts and, even quieter still, the softest of moans. She drew her fingers out
and brought her hand to her mouth, licking each finger then rubbing them
against her nipples, tasting herself until there was nothing left to taste.
    Then the hand was sent back down between her legs, which were
inching wider and wider. Her fingers disappeared inside again, as if her pussy
was sucking them in.
    Still she kept her eyes closed. And now, as her pelvis rolled and
twisted, she heard another noise. In front of her on the sofa there was
movement, the faint rustle of clothes being carefully rearranged.
    She ignored it. Her own pants had by now fallen to the floor. She
stepped out of them, still averting her eyes from Irina, and turned around to
face the door again, her back to Irina. Lifting one foot and resting it on the
sofa there, she bent over and sank forward, her other foot still on the ground,
her ass pushed up into the air. With one arm she steadied herself on the sofa,
and with the other she reached down between her legs.
    “Yes,” she heard from behind her.
    But it was not meant as encouragement. It was involuntary.
    Reaching all the way back between her legs she fingered the top of
her panties and pulled them down over her butt, leaving them tight across her
thighs, her ass on full view. She imagined Irina behind her on the sofa
fingering herself, watching the show with that especially naughty delight that
comes when something surpasses all expectations.
    Carol traced the outer edges of her vagina, now slippery and hot,
beautifully engorged and vulnerable. She eased the lips gently apart, knowing
what a gorgeous sight it was, the dark, almost brown skin of the outer lips,
those irresistible butterfly wings, and the tighter, pinker flesh within.
    For a while she simply displayed herself, glorying in her own
magnificence. It wasn’t unknown for her lovers to lick and kiss and suck her
down there until they were totally spent; horny-as-hell men who went down on
her and just stayed there, unable to stop, until they were too exhausted to do
anything else, having brought themselves off on the very taste of her amazing,
irresistible sex.
    Behind her the rustle of clothing continued. What did Irina have in
store? Carol hardly cared. This was her show now, and she was loving it. She
ran a finger up and down the length of her sex, then on as far as the butt
hole, which was tight and pert and just slightly protruding. Her finger
remained there for a second or two, enough pressure to tease a little shiver
out of herself, then slid back down into the wetness of her slit.
    Her legs were straining against the panties. So she stood up and
took them off, then flopped forward on the sofa once more, kneeling this time.
Her face was pressed down into the cushion of the sofa, her ass high in the air
as she spread herself.
    She felt the cool air on her sex and ass, as now she seemed to open
up further. She got two fingers inside and began to fuck herself in a slow,
deliberate rhythm. With the other hand she reached beneath her and placed the
tip of her index finger on her clitoris.
    The movement of her pelvis increased until she was thrusting hard in
the air, so hard that it appeared that someone was taking her from behind. Her
finger began to rub her clit more firmly, pushing down on the taught little
nexus of pleasure as it