Remodeling Carla Ch. 08

The showering finished, Carla turned toward him and saw the want in his eyes. Glancing down, she saw the want in his other eye, pre-cum beaded on the end of his stiff dick. Shrugging her shoulders like she had no choice, Carla turned and bent at the waist. She reached back with both hands and spread her ass cheeks, inviting him to take her.

Neither had said a word during the entire shower until George stepped up behind her and unceremoniously buried his cock in her wet cunt. "Oh Fuck! "She exclaimed as she felt his dick bounce off her cervix. George grunted as he grabbed her by the hips and fucked her with short, rapid strokes. "Fu, Fu, Fu, Fu, "she repeated, unable to complete the word as he pounded away. In no time, they both had reached their limits. Carla's pussy grabbed onto his cock, strangling it as her orgasm rocked through her. His cock, with nowhere to go, released load after load deep inside her.

Both of them were lightheaded, barely managing to keep each other upright as they slowly uncoupled. George turned her to him and held her tight , running his hands up and down her back, squeezing her ass occasionally until they found their legs and were able to leave the shower. Performing their drying ritual, they dried and kissed each other until they knew they had to stop or they would never get the day started.

Walking to the closet, it dawned on Carla that George always let her go first. He was surely polite, it was just his nature, but his attraction for her posterior seemed to be his nature also. Turning to smile at him, there was no eye contact as his were glued to her undulating ass. "Watcha looking at Daddy? "the little girl asked.

"Heaven Baby, Heaven, "he answered as he closed the gap and gathered her cheeks in his hands; guiding her into the closet.

George started to get dressed when he noticed that his lover was just leaning against the dresser, watching him. "Aren't you going to get dressed? "He asked.

"I will before I go back to the office to check on the mail, but until then, I think I'll just stay naked, "pausing, "if that is okay with you." She turned and stuck her butt out at him, blowing him a kiss as she left to go downstairs.

"You know I'll have a hard-on all day thinking about you walking around naked, "He shouted.

"Good! "She replied as she made her way to the stairs.

By the time George made it downstairs, he could hear Carla singing to herself in the kitchen. As he made his way through the door, he pulled up short at the sight before him. Carla stood at the stove with her back to him, her beautiful naked backside swayed to her singing. She had found one of his aprons in a drawer and had wisely put that on to protect her front side. Pausing to admire the view, he let out a loud wolf whistle that made her jump.

"Jeez, "she said, "you almost just had one egg for breakfast again." She was wisely using a spatula this time.

He stepped up behind her and rubbed her ass as he kissed the back of her neck. "With you dressed like this, I'd eat rocks for breakfast and not complain."

Carla giggled, "The toast should be ready and the coffee's done. Get those and I'll bring you your eggs."

Carla watched him eat as she had a cup of coffee. "So, do you have any late meetings today? "She asked.

"No, I should be home by two and then I'll have a little office time. Why, do you have something in mind? "He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Oh, I don't know, "she answered. "I need to go to the office and take care of the mail. I also have some computer work to do for work. I've kind of slacked off the last couple days," she said, winking at him.

George took note of her having to go to 'the office' as opposed to 'back home'. He would never force the issue of her and Frank's situation, but it did cause him to contemplate his own future.

George was goal oriented when it came to work or his hobbies, but as far as relationships were concerned, he let those cards fall where they may. He saw himself as a loner, a product of his upbringing. He had always had friends, and those of the female persuasion occasionally became 'real close' friends. But never had he had feelings before like he now had for Carla. Once again, he found himself willing to let things take their own course but he was ready to give it a little nudge if need be.

Finishing up his breakfast, he took his dishes to the sink to rinse them off. Switching roles, Carla moved up behind him and ground her naked puss against denim clad thigh as she ran her hands around his crotch. She could feel him respond, even through the heavy jeans and the course denim teased her hooded clit.

Giving her a couple minutes to play, George quickly turned and set her sweet butt on the island. They kissed deeply, their tongues exploring each others mouths. Carla inhaled deep as George tweaked one of her nipples. Having broken the vacuum of their kiss, George dropped his head between her thighs and gave her wet pussy a couple long licks, finishing off by taking her clit in his lips and licking the little nubbin. Climaxing before she knew what hit her, she served up a little liquid desert for him.

Kissing her lips lightly before laying her back, he said, "see you about two," and headed toward the door.

Carla gained her composure just in time to make it to the front porch to wave goodbye, naked, as he drove off.

Still a bit light headed, she sat in a rocker on the porch. As she stared into her lover's private forest, a wave of contentment washed over her. "How can it ever be any better than it is right now? "She asked herself.

Begrudgingly, she rose from the rocking chair, stretching her lithe naked form like a cat. Returning to the kitchen she quickly cleaned up, grabbed a bagel, and headed upstairs to dress and then it was on to the 'office'.

*****

Unlocking the front door, Carla had to exert some pressure to move the small mountain of mail that had accumulated in the last few days. It took her a couple minutes to gather it all up, roughly sorting the trash from the real mail as she went. Moving to the office, she dumped the worthless stuff into the nearly full recycling container. As she did, it dawned on her that her timing was good as tomorrow was trash and recycling day.

Carla went through the smaller portion of mail, consisting of checks and bills. Thankfully, the amount the checks totaled exceeded the amount of the bills and Carla had to smile as she reflected on how far she and Frank had come with the company. Personnel attention was the key and was one reason they never hired any help. They had incorporated years ago and each took a nice salary each week.

After going over the bills, writing checks and making out a deposit, Carla pondered the idea of opening up a separate savings account in her name alone. She knew that sooner than later, a discussion was going to have to take place between her and Frank about their marriage. In her mind, it was already over, and not because she found out that her hubby was fooling around when he was on the road. No, it was more about her own revelation on who she really was and what path she saw as the one that would make her happy the rest of her life. George had indeed been the catalyst in her rebirth, and his timing, as always, had been spot on.

Carla had put a lot of effort into the business and would hate to see the venture end because of a divorce. She rationalized that since she really didn't feel any animosity toward her husband, and hopefully he would feel the same toward her, then they continue on with the business.

Finished with the paperwork, she turned to the computer. There were numerous email inquiries about various types of trips and destinations. Carla quickly answered those and forwarded them the info that they had requested. One of the inquiries was whether they arranged stays at any nude and swinger resorts. At present, this was not an area they had pursued, but in light of her own sexual awakening, Carla thought this might be a good idea and would bring it up to Frank.

Carla had been purposely putting off opening the email from Frank until the end. As with the last couple of emails, his was all business. The visit to Mexico had been fruitful and he had negotiated some very favorable packages. Copies of the agreements were attached to his email. Surprisingly, also attached were the charges that he had run up at the resort, paid for by credit card.

Perusing the charges, mentally comparing them to other resorts, she found charges made to the room for meals, an in-room massage and a couple x-rated movies. The line covering the massage noted the recipient, Maria. Carla was positive that Frank had intentionally sent her this info that 'coincidently' contained the woman's name. This was his method for confessing his actions.

Carla didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. She knew that Frank had enjoyed the company of a woman in St. Croix and here in Mexico, another female was enjoying Frank's generosity; and most likely other things. This just made it that much easier for her to justify her own actions of late. Somewhat surprised, she found that she hoped Frank was having a good time. Replying to his email, she told him just that, along with questions as to his next destination. As soon as he knew when he had wrapped up things there, he was headed to the South Pacific.

Before signing off, Carla mentioned the inquiry about the nude resort and suggested he might give that some thought.

The last line of the email read "Call me, we need to talk." Pausing briefly, she hit 'Send'.

******

Carla wheeled the heavy recycling bin to the curb and jumped in her Honda, anxious to get back home to George's place. She felt so comfortable there and intended to take the rest of the morning and early afternoon to do a little exploring.

Getting home, she bounded up the stairs and shed her clothes in the bedroom. After a quick check of herself in the mirror, she went into the closet and grabbed her trusty bikini and one of George's tee shirts. She had briefly thought about just throwing on some sneakers and walking around the forest naked, but quickly chickened out. Slipping on some old running shoes, she grabbed her beach bag and threw in a towel and her suntan lotion.

Though she fully intended to wander through the trees, her final destination was the big boulder for a couple hours of sun. Down the stairs and into the kitchen she went where she threw a couple bottles of water and a couple pieces of fruit in her bag. Her cell phone completed her packing and she was off.

Carla set off through the trees, mindful of the general direction she was headed. Once you left the road or path, it was pretty easy to get turned around; the place was so big and congested with trees of all kinds. Carla reveled in the solitude and the beauty of her surroundings. The aroma of the trees and the coolness of the shade they provided made her forget that she was really in the middle of a good-sized city.

Before long, she found that her internal compass was accurate as she came to the clearing with the big granite boulder. As she stepped out of the trees, she noted that the aroma of the pines was replaced with that of coconut. Carla immediately recognized the smell was the same as her own favorite tanning lotion.

Cautiously, Carla climbed up the steep face of the back of the boulder until she could peer over the top; a pleasant surprise awaited. No more than twenty feet in front of her, Carla saw blonde hair, parted in the middle and a pair of deeply tanned shoulders. Taking another careful step up the rock, she saw that the blonde hair was about shoulder length and that a pair of sunglasses were perched on what appeared to be a pretty young girl's face. The young girl part was easy to figure out as a pair of small pointy tits sat on her chest, naked tits at that.

Easing up till she was standing on the top of the boulder, Carla was presented with the entire landscape. The young blonde was laying on one of those thin exercise mats and was working on her tan, an all-over tan. Beside her lay her bikini top and bottom. She also had a bottle of water and the same brand of lotion that Carla had in her bag. An iPod sat on the boulder to one side and the young girl seemed to be moving her hips to the unheard music.

Growing braver, Carla took a couple more steps and then froze, sucking in her breath and holding it. The cute sun worshipper wasn't rocking to the tunes; she was rocking to her fingers strumming her clit at the top of her bare pussy. Carla's own pussy spasmed at the sight. Without forethought, Carla lifted the bottom of the borrowed tee shirt and slipped her hand under the side of her bottoms and began playing with herself, never losing sight of the blonde's furious fingering.

Carla sensed that she had fallen behind and set her bag down beside her. Her now free hand slipped under the opposite side of the bikini bottom and two fingers plunged headlong into her drenched cunt. She watched as the unknowing exhibitionist rubbed her juices over her clit, which Carla could clearly see, even from this distance. The blonde began to writhe on the mat, her hips rocking side to side, working to force out her climax.

Carla was now a step ahead, her fingers driving deep inside, her other hand rubbing furiously across her hooded clit. Carla nearly dropped to her knees as her own orgasm took control. Biting down on her lower lip to silence her pleasure, she heard the young girl's breathless "OH FUCKKK!" as her young body quaked.

Regaining her composure, Carla quietly turned and went back down the backside of the big rock. Reaching the bottom, she leaned back against it and caught her breath. She reflected on what had just happened and pondered her next move. Carla rationalized that she should confront the girl; after all she was trespassing on her lover's property. The fact that Carla had become so turned on by the young woman may have had some bearing on her decision also.

Giving the blonde a few minutes to sort herself out after what appeared to Carla to be a mind-blowing orgasm; Carla moved around the boulder so that she would approach the sexy intruder from the side. Making as much noise as possible, she walked up the short incline to the flat top of the giant rock. The two women caught sight of each other at the same time. The blonde was still bare-assed, laying face down on the mat. The brief glimpse that Carla got of her pumpkin-shaped butt gave Carla pause. "I may have as big an ass fetish as George does, "she thought to herself.

The sunbather was on her front, her back and butt baking in the noon-time sun; Carrie Underwood singing to her softly through her iPod. A sudden movement in front of her caused her to start as she saw a woman in a man's tee shirt come over the rise. "Oh Shit!" she said out loud as she tried to cover herself. She could hear Carla break out in laughter as the younger girl grabbed the edge of her exercise mat and tried to roll herself in it, like a tanned, blonde burrito.

Carla felt sorry for the girl as she flailed around trying to wrap herself in the mat that wasn't wide enough to do the job. Not wanting her to scrape her naked form on the rough granite, Carla tried to calm her. "Hey, it's okay. I didn't mean to scare you."

The blonde stopped long enough to peak out from under the mat. She was completely caught off guard as she had found what she thought was the perfect spot to work on her all-over tan a couple days ago.

The brunette that had startled her continued, "See, "she said as she pulled the tee shirt over her head, "I had the same idea." The older woman revealed the tiny string bikini she had on underneath. The blonde was instantly calmed as her eyes scanned the woman's toned body; "Nice," she inadvertently said out loud. Smiling, Carla said, "Thanks, I'm Carla by the way."

Carla stepped closer and reached down offering a handshake. The blonde reached out to reciprocate, exposing her right side from under the mat. Carla paused to scan her half-exposed companion. Delicate feet joined long legs which connected to her narrow hip. Sadly the mat hid her treasure. A flat stomach led to a breast that Carla had already seen; only now she could admire how stiff her protruding nipple was. Her chest was adorned with a scattering of freckles, courtesy of the sun. Her neck was long, perfect for nibbling on and her face was that of a cute surfer-girl; blonde hair hanging over her eyes.

Her survey complete, Carla returned the complement, "Nice," she said.

The blonde blushed; "Thank you. I'm Kristin."

Carla released Kristin's hand and turned to pull the towel out of her bag. "Mind if I join you? "She asked.

"Uh, I guess not, "Kristin said as she tried to figure out how to retrieve her own bikini. She tried to scoot around, not even sure where to look for it when she heard Carla snickering. Looking back at her, Carla said, "Just crawl out from under there. It's just us girls," as she held her arms out and turned 360 degrees.

"That's what I thought earlier," Kristin giggled as she threw off the mat, exposing herself entirely.

Carla couldn't help but bite her lower lip as she surveyed the luscious landscape before her. She spied a glistening between the girl's legs, Kristin's pussy was bald as her own with a little stripe of hair just above. Her belly button was unadorned and both of Kristin's tits stood out proudly. Her areola blended with her tan, and her nipples seemed to visibly throb. Looking up, Carla found Kristin watching her, Kristin also chewing on her lower lip; they blushed in unison.

"Don't bother with the suit if you don't want to, "Carla told Kristin as she laid her towel down beside the blonde's mat.

"Well," said Kristin, still chewing on her lower lip, "I guess I don't have to worry about you being a rapist or something like that."

Carla smiled as she scanned the young blonde's naked form once more, "I won't make any promises, "Carla laughed.

Kristin's pussy responded to the implication and she could feel a trickle running down the crack of her ass. Pulling her legs as close together as possible, she laid back and put her sunglasses back on.

Kristin watched the brunette spray sun screen on as she stood beside her. It was her turn to take in the sights. Starting at the bottom, she admired Carla's shapely legs that ran up to a nicely shaped butt. The little string bottom accentuated her shape and the small triangle left little to the imagination as to how the older woman was groomed.

Her survey lingered as she spied the belly button piercing that served as a crown on her sculpted tummy. Kristin was envious of Carla's larger breasts; she always hoped hers would start a growth spurt sometime soon.

Pausing to really look at Carla's face for the first time, she saw that the woman was absolutely beautiful, reminding her of someone in Hollywood. Carla finished prepping for her tanning session and sat on her towel. Biting her lip once more, Kristin asked, "Aren't you going to take of your suit?"

Carla looked at her with raised eyebrows, processing the question. "Actually, my boyfriend gets turned on by tan lines, so no, as far as tanning is concerned, the suit stays on, "winking at her young companion.

They lay side by side, quietly formulating their next step.

Kristin began by asking, "So how do you know about this place?"

"Well, it happens to be on my boyfriend's property; so I guess that makes you a trespasser."

Startled by the response, Kristin sat upright and turned to Carla. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't know. I thought this place was a park or open space owned by the city."

Carla tried to concentrate as she openly stared at Kristin's tits. It was all Carla could do to not pull Kristin down to her and suck on her breasts. "It's okay, I'm sure. I'll let George know about it, but I'm sure he won't mind, as long as you don't litter and that kind of thing. So how did you find this little bit of paradise?"