Carol Ch. 03

Chapter 3: Joy Unspeakable

The next day was perfection. They spent it together; first walking in the gardens, where they strolled amung the flowers and kissed on an arched bridge. A pair of old ladies who were watching told them they were "a pretty couple" afterward.

They had a light lunch, then went to a bookstore. They walked up and down the aisles and looked at books, idly picking them up and putting them back, occasionally showing them to each other, but soon they were looking at each other and smiling, then laughing.

"I haven't paid attention to anything I've looked at since we got here," he finally admitted.

"Neither have I," she said. "What do you want to do?"

"What do YOU want to do?" he asked.

She took his hand. "Well... I need to get back earlier tonight, because Larry called last night before I got back and I had to convince him I was at a movie."

"Okay."

"So I want to go back to your hotel," she said, "and make out for the rest of the day."

"Gee, I dunno," he teased. "That movie we were going to see sounds pretty good..."

She slapped his shoulder, laughing, and they left.

It was more of the same, though they went a little farther. They remained fully dressed, and by turns held each other quietly and murmured of dreams and memories to each other--but they also fiercely kissed and groped each other like they were naked.

Carol was wearing jeans, and spread her legs wide so Charlie could lie between them and grind his erection into her denim-covered pussy mound as she hunched back at him. He kissed and nuzzled her big breasts through her clothes, and she held his ass with both hands and whimpered, "Oh, yes...Oh, yes..."

It was frustrating, but fun. They kept each other halfway to orgasm for hours, and flirted with three-fourths.

By mutual, unspoken consent, they began to dial back their passion as the sky began to darken. By seven o'clock, they were simply holding each other and kissing quietly again. "I love you," he said.

"I love you too," she whispered, but looked troubled. Charlie saw.

"It's all right, Carol," he said. "You're not making me any promises. I know that."

She looked at him. "Do you?"

He pulled her to him. "I know you'll never leave him," he whispered in her ear. He held her close so she couldn't see his face.

"Thank you, Chahlie," she whispered. "I do love you. You always give me what I need." He kissed her and sat up.

"Dinner before you go? We can get room service."

She smiled. "That would be perfect." Then she added, "Just like you."

He looked at her blankly. "What?"

"You are," she said, her eyes soft as she lay there on the bed and looked at him. "You give me what I need, and you don't ask for anything, and you understand--everything. I do love you, Chahlie. I really do."

He lay down again. "I would do anything for you," he said. "Anything at all."

"Love me," she said. He smiled.

"Till the stars fall from the sky, Carol."

They had dinner in his room--complete with candles--and then he drove her back. "When will I see you tomorrow?" he asked. "Can I come and pick you up?"

She shook her head. "No, I'll drive over," she said. "I'll be going home from here. I only have till noon or so, and I want to spend as much time with you as possible."

"When will you be here?" he asked.

She smiled. "Early," she said. "Let me surprise you."

It was only a little past seven o'clock when she knocked. He padded to the door barefoot, wrapped in the hotel robe. Beneath it, he wore nothing.

He opened the door with a smile--and then his eyes widened. Carol had her hair tied back in a ponytail, and was wearing short maroon cutoffs and a matching sweatshirt. She was barefoot.

She looked like a plump and curvy teenager. Her pale, beautiful legs seemed almost to glow in the still-dim hallway. Beside her on the floor were her bags. Charlie just stared.

"Well? May I come in?" she asked, with a knowing smile.

He blinked. "Uh. Uh, yeah. Sure. Here, let me get those." He picked up her bags and carried them inside. She followed, and he closed the door behind her.

"Wait," Carol said. She opened the door, hung the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the knob, then closed and locked it again. She swung the emergency lock into place, too.

"Can't have too much privacy," she said with a smile, then opened her arms.

He hugged her--and gasped. He stroked her back and squeezed her, then leaned back and smiled at her. "You naughty thing," he said.

She giggled. "Just like old times." She was not wearing a bra.

He looked down at her cutoffs. They were shorter than he remembered. "Nope. Nothing there either," she said with a smirk.

He looked at her and actually shivered. He remembered; she meant she was wearing no panties, either, and he was even more shocked than he had been on that night so long ago.

He looked at her sidewise. "Okay," he said, "what's going on?"

She moved into his arms and hugged him, and he held her close. "We only have a few hours," she whispered. "and we won't be together again for a while. I want to give you something to remember. A special treat."

"Like I was going to forget?" he asked.

She smiled. "Just making sure. C'mon, let's snuggle for a while." She led him to the bed, where they lay down together. His robe was pulled around him, but she slipped a hand beneath it and around to his bare back. He held her close, and they kissed, but gently, quietly. She stroked his back.

"I'm going to miss you so much," she murmured.

He started to say something about missing her for twenty-seven years, but thought better of it. "Me too," was all he said.

They kissed for a while, a little more passionately. He stroked her back through the sweatshirt, then cupped her breast. It was so soft and heavy, without her bra....She made a tiny sound of protest, then took his hand in hers and lifted it from her breast. He thought she was saying, "Not now"--

But then she slipped his hand beneath her sweatshirt and released it. As he slid his hand upward and touched her bare breast, she made another little sound--of contentment--and snuggled closer.

He whispered, "I love you," and held her breast in his hand. Her nipple was big under his palm, and stiffening. He kissed her.

They cuddled quietly for a long time, and he explored her warm, smooth, and achingly familiar body with his hands. At one point he moved to pull her sweatshirt off, but she stopped him with a hand and a tiny shake of her head. "That's for later," she breathed.

"All right." He continued to fondle her beneath the shirt, and she lifted her chest to his hands as they cuddled and kissed deeply.

It was not the fierce, animal lust of the day before, though there was passion there. It was a deeper, warmer current of affection, a glowing ember of trust and closeness that would awaken into flame quite soon enough. There was no hurry.

She unbuttoned and unzipped her cutoffs. She made no sound, no other movement. When he slid his hand over her smooth belly and below her waist inside them, she murmured softly, "Don't--"

"I know," he whispered. "Just touch." She sighed and kissed him, relaxed and quiet in his arms.

He stroked all across her lower belly, so smooth and soft, down to where her thighs began, from hip to hip. His fingers brushed the fringes of her hair.

His hand moved lower, and for the first time in so very many years, he touched her--there. He cupped her tender mound, and kissed her again.

He stroked her there, so gently, just holding her sweet pussy in his hand, and she opened her mouth to him and moved, so subtly, lifting her hips to his touch. He squeezed her for an instant, and then began to stroke her skin from breasts to thighs. His hand moved all over her, beneath the shirt and shorts, touching her everywhere, petting her like a kitten, and she purred with contentment.

"How do you always know exactly what I want?" she whispered.

"It's what I want too, my heart," he whispered back. He cupped her mound again, and there was moisture there. He knew she would be liquid, an intimate and fragrant pool of warmth inside her, but the time to touch her there was not quite yet.

He stroked her secret hair and held her close. A few moments later, he covered her--then just held her, his hands outside her clothes. "Soon," he murmured.

"Yes. Very soon," she breathed, and wriggled against him, warm and safe and loved.

She lay quietly in his arms. "When can we meet again?" she asked.

"That's up to you," he said. "I can come to you anytime." He held her breast again, feeling the softness of it through her shirt. "School is out in a couple of weeks, and I'm off."

Her eyes sparkled as she lifted herself to his touch. "In two weeks?"

"Mm-hmm." He bent and kissed her breast.

She stroked the back of his head as he nuzzled her. "Would it be worth the drive for just a few hours?" The drive was four hours for him, one-way, to get to where she lived.

He raised his head and looked at her face. "It would be worth it for ten minutes, Carol. What are you thinking?" He moved to lift his hand, but she clasped it to her.

"I sometimes take an afternoon off, on a weekday, and just go shopping or see a movie by myself," she said. "Larry's used to it. We could meet and go somewhere to be alone for just a little while. Mmmm." She pressed his hand into her chest and closed her eyes.

"Every week?" he asked hopefully. She shook her head.

"No, that would be a change. Just once every six weeks or so." She smiled and rubbed her cheek against his chest. "Maybe every month."

"Name the day. I can get there on five hours' notice. Just call me and I'm there." He squeezed her.

"I'll be calling." She kissed him, then lay back and sighed. "I feel better now, love. I was afraid it would be months... What's the matter?"

His hand had stopped moving and he was looking at her with a strange expression.

"Please don't call me that," he said softly.

"Something you can't think about?" He nodded.

She took his hand and put it inside her shorts again. "Seems like you could think about anything again now, Chahlie..."

He stroked her belly. "Different direction," he said.

She looked at him with a trace of sadness. "From when it was bad," she whispered. He nodded, and she embraced him. "What can I ever do to make up for that, Chahlie? I'm so sorry. I had to do what I did. I just had to."

So much he wanted to say, to ask her, to tell her. But he found he could let it go. That time was past, and it was clear there was much she didn't remember. Why stir up all that hurt? It was better now.

"You already have, my heart." She smiled and closed her eyes and snuggled close.

"Thank you, Chahlie," she whispered.

"Just--" She opened her eyes. "Just promise me you'll never shut me out again."

She hugged him. "I promise," she said quietly. "I'll never shut you out again, Chahlie. Never, never, never. I swear it." He embraced her, and they kissed.

He sighed. A very old wound had finally had the poison drawn from it, and now it could heal. Perhaps it was healed already.

His hand was in her shorts. He caressed her there, and moved to kiss her throat. She lifted her chin for it, and he pulled her shirt aside with his other hand and began to kiss her secret spot.

He thought of it as only his; he didn't know if Larry knew of it, and didn't want to know. She whimpered, just a little, and her thighs parted and then spread wide. She hissed and writhed as he drilled his tongue into her throat, and his finger found her tiny slit and gently--oh, so gently--parted her moist lips and slipped inside her.

She gasped and moaned. So did he. She was so hot, so wet--so smooth and sweet--he felt her up and kissed her throat and held her against him as she twisted in his arms and opened her legs farther. "Oh, God, Chahlie--that feels so good--"

"Mmmm. Sure does."

"No one could ever touch me like you do. No one ever has."

"I love you, Carol." He dragged his finger against her clit and made her twist and moan. "I love you, Carol." He did it again, and she shuddered. "I love you." Once more.

"Oh, God, Chahlie, I love you too. I always have..." She rolled her pussy upward for his touch and pumped her hips, urgently. "You're going to make me come already..."

His eyes were wet. "Tell me that again," he breathed. She knew what he meant.

"I've always loved you, Chahlie, I never stopped... Oh, God, that feels so good...."

He dug his finger deep, slipped in another, pressed his palm against her clit and moved it in slow circles. "Tell me again," he whispered.

"I've always loved you, Chahlie... I've missed your hands so much..." She made a strangled sound, deep in her throat. "Ggg... Ungh... I'm going to c-come, Chahlie... Make me come... Make me come now, like you used to..."

He stroked her long and deep, so firm and gentle and insistent all at once, keeping the smoothly sliding contact with her clit and with her pulsing pussy walls, and she drew up in a tense arch and shuddered in his arms. "I'm c-c-"

He began to shake her there, holding her liquid center firmly in his hand and moving his hand so rapidly...

"Oh, G-GOD," she cried, "I'm c-COMING... I'm COMING, Chahlie, I'm coming in your haaANND..." She grimaced and shuddered like a leaf in the wind, and her pussy clenched and grasped at his fingers wetly as she tensed and hummed beside him like a harpstring. He shook her captured pussy hard and kept her coming for most of a minute, till she was struggling and choking out her still-growing, blooming orgasm in half-words and broken gasps of white-hot passion. "Oh, G--so good--Ggg--Oh, Ch--Chah--ngh--don't st--nngh--love y--"

He finally released her from the climax he controlled, still holding her soaked and trembling pussy firmly in his hand. He moved his hand more subtly, allowing her to come down from her long, long peak of passion, slowly and sweetly relaxing in his arms. She rolled toward him and sobbed into his chest. He held her, his hand still holding her sweet, wet pussy, protectively now.

She sniffed and gulped, crying in his arms. Then she looked up, her face wet but smiling. "Only you, Chahlie," she quavered. "Only you can m-make me come so hard, I c-cry." She dropped her head to his chest again and gasped, "How can you still do that after so long?"

"It's what I was made for, Carol," he whispered. "It's why I exist."

She clung to him and breathed, "I think you must be right."

They lay in silence for a while, and he held her close with one hand and her sweet pussy in the other. He felt her quiver in his arms from time to time.

He finally lifted his hand from her crotch and she lifted her head to look at him--and as she watched, he licked and sucked her juices from his fingers. She smiled, delighted. "Oh, Chahlie..."

He licked between his fingers and smiled back. "Take those off," he said, "And I'll make you come even harder." She shivered.

"Oh, God not now. I'd explode."

"A little later, then." She kissed him, deeply, tasting herself, then took a deep breath and smiled at him, an expression on her face he could not read. "What?"

"It's time for your special treat," she said, her voice low and intimate. She zipped her shorts and then climbed over him and off the bed. "Come on."

She led him to the sofa. "Sit down and wait," she said. Breasts and bottom jiggling beneath her teenager's shirt and shorts, she walked around the room turning on more lights.

When the room was brightly lit, she pulled the coffee table in front of the couch away and stood in front of him, his view of her unimpeded. "There, that'll do," she said.

"What--"

"Now wait just a minute. I'll be right back. I have to go to the bathroom." She grinned excitedly and literally skipped away, breasts bouncing, and disappeared.

He sat there waiting. His mind was ticking over slowly, still trying to comprehend what she had said, that she had always loved him. He had just decided not to ask her questions, but just to treasure it as it was, when she came out of the bathroom--and he gasped.

He stared at her in delight, thunderstruck. "Oh, baby," he breathed. "Oh, my God..."

Carol was totally nude. She posed for him, her cheeks pink. "I've put on some weight," she said shyly.

"You look better than ever, baby," he said. "I swear you do." Her body was a marvel.

She was a bit heavier, but that only made her curves more generous, more sensual. Her breasts were bigger, but they seemed almost as firm as when she was a girl. Her belly had more of a convex curve, but the sweet punctuation of her belly button still hypnotized him as it had on that beach so long ago. Her thighs were heavier, and her legs curvier, but they were still perfect--and her beautiful bare feet still made him ache for her. Her feminine, hourglass shape was emphasized by her broader hips and bigger breasts; but above all, her skin--and he could see all of it--was just as pink-and-white and perfect as he had not dared to remember.

She was a vision, beautiful and sexy beyond the dreams he had never dared to dream. He couldn't believe what he was seeing: his Carol, the only woman in the world, standing in from of him, and as he loved her best: totally nude. She was almost fifty, but she was more sensuously, sexily alluring and plain beautiful than a roomful of naked 16-year-olds, and he would not have traded her for a thousand of them.

She smiled shyly and turned to show him her plump bottom. It occurred to him that she must be proud of it, and she should be--it was big and firm and round and perfect. "That's the most beautiful behind I've ever seen," he said, and she blushed a little redder and stuck it out for him happily. She waved it at him a bit and giggled. "C'mere, baby," he said, and opened his arms.

To his surprise, she shook her head with a wicked smile. "I said I had a special treat for you," she said. "This isn't it."

He blinked at her. "Then what--oh." He began to smile. "You want me to?"

She smirked at him coyly. "You haven't seen me naked for almost thirty years," she said. "I thought it'd be fun to make a little show out of it."

"Like we used to," he said. His mouth was dry.

"Mmm-hmmm.... Are you ready?"

"Are you?" he asked as he prepared to open his robe. "You haven't seen this for almost thirty years, either."

She smiled and whispered, "Show me, Chahlie. Let me see how I excite you." He opened his robe and showed her. "Ooo! You ARE excited!"

His cock was fully erect, curving upward slightly with a bead of pre-cum at the tip. She knelt before him and took it in her soft hand. She shivered at her touch and closed his eyes. "Open your eyes, Chahlie," she whispered. "I want you to see this."

He looked down, and as he watched in disbelief, Carol, naked to her lovely toes, kissed his swollen dickhead and licked the bead of pre-cum away with a lewd smile. "Now jack off to me, Chahlie," she whispered as she rose back to her feet. "I want to make you come."

She spread her bare feet wide apart, placed her hands on her knees, and crouched in front of him sensuously. As she bumped her pelvis subtly, her breasts swung before his eyes, heavy and big and perfect. Her large nipples were hard and erect. She was so bare... Charlie pulled at his grateful cock. After two days of constant erection and solitary fantasies, he was enjoying this more than any words could ever, ever express.

She turned around, still crouching, and humped and rolled her perfect ass at him. She looked back over her shoulder and asked, "What do you want me to do, Chahlie? I'll do anything..."

If he had ever dared to dream at all, he would never have dared to dream this. He had her take his favorite poses, of course: half-crouching with her hands behind her head, legs turned outward; lying on her back and holding her knees as wide as possible; kneeling with her lovely ass high in the air, her ass cocked up to expose her tender pussy lips, which parted slightly. She was visibly wet, her pussy--still so small!--glistening in the brightly lit hotel room.