Selena Kitt - A Baumgartner Christmas

“Thanks.” He pulled his shirt slowly back on and they both got up to wash their hands.

“What a waste of lubricant,” Carrie remarked, soaping up.

“I’ll say.” Wilson dried his hands on the kitchen towel, glancing at her standing at the sink. “That tattoo is so sexy peeking over your jeans like that.”

She glanced behind, pushing her bottom out, trying to see. “Is it?”

“Doc’s gonna have fun all over that thing, isn’t he?”

She laughed. “I sure hope so.”

As if on cue, the phone rang. She grabbed it off the wall, sure it was him, and it was.

“Another hour?” She sighed, looking over at Wilson, still fiddling with the towel. “Yeah, he’s still here. Do you want him to wait?”

“I gotta get going anyway.” Wilson tossed the towel onto the counter. “I’m on call tomorrow.”

Carrie listened as Doc talked to someone in the background. Then he said, “I love you, baby. I gotta run,” and hung up.

“Well I guess I’ll watch my I Love Lucy video boxed set all by myself.”

Wilson hesitated, his coat half-on. “Do you want me to stay?”

“No, it’s okay.” She smiled. “Doc will be home soon.”

“Well, thanks for dinner.” He stopped at the door. “Tell Doc I said goodbye.”

Carrie went over and put her arms around him, giving him a hug. “Thanks for taking me home. And thanks for talking me into a temporary tattoo. I think Doc’s really gonna like it.”

“I’m sure he will.” He gave her a lop-sided smile and then he was gone. She heard the engine of the Camaro start up outside, a loud roar subsiding to a gentle purr.

Carrie peeked out the blinds, watching him pull away, and then, instead of putting in a VHS tape, she turned off the lights and settled herself on the couch in the darkness. She couldn’t stop thinking about the tattoo on Wilson’s cock. Was it Celtic, like the one on her back? A snake? He seemed to like snakes. Maybe something funny or silly?

She undid her jeans, easing them down her hips, all too aware of the temporary tattoo on her lower back, like a brand. She smiled, imagined Doc’s reaction, rubbing her fingers over the wet, black crotch of her panties. They were soaked-she hadn’t realized how excited she was, how very turned-on. The sexual tension between she and Wilson tonight had been almost tangible.

Not that she would ever do anything about it, she chided herself, fingers circling her clit, sending hot ripples through her body. She started like Wilson’s car-fireworks and then a low, purring rumble, a slow, hot revving up that swelled toward something more.

She wished she’d gotten a chance to ask him about Daphne. Had he fucked her? She could call her friend, of course, and find out, but she decided to ease the sexual tension before satisfying her curiosity. Besides, she could imagine them together, imagine Daphne’s mouth stretched over his tattooed cock, his fingers playing in her red bush. That was fun.

It was more fun to imagine herself between them, though, she discovered. Her pussy fattened at the thought, heating up nicely under her hand, imagining Wilson’s cock sliding into her own pussy, oh yeah, just like that-she shoved three fingers in, imagining taking him like that, Daphne kneeling over her face, presenting her with her own wet pussy.

Carrie wanted him. She wanted Daphne, too. God, what’s wrong with me? She thought, her face flushing at her own greedy, lustful fantasies. Was she so depraved? It had to be wrong, thinking like this, wanting more than what Doc could possibly give her. But the more she let herself think about it, the more she craved, like a woman crawling across a desert in search of water.

“Mmmmm yeah,” she whispered, licking her lips, trying to taste Daphne there. She licked her own fingers for inspiration, rubbing rapidly at her clit. “Oh yeah, fuck me, Wilson. Fuck me with that big, fat, tattooed cock.”

Oh god, that was good. What did he look like with his hair down, she wondered? All that long, dark hair, that sexy little goatee, tattoos over his belly and chest and arms. Were there other piercings she couldn’t see?

She gasped when she heard Doc fumbling with his keys outside the door, paralyzed in the darkness on the sofa. But instead of hurrying to pull up her pants, she yanked them off, getting up to go meet him at the door wearing just her panties and a t-shirt.

She was on him the instant the door swung open.

“Woah, what-?”

She didn’t let him answer, crushing his mouth with hers, suffocating him, already unzipping his coat, working the buttons on his shirt.

“Welcome home,” he joked as she pulled him toward the bedroom. She turned on the light, letting him see her standing there in her black thong, but she didn’t turn around, not yet.

“Are you going to go back and get a tattoo?” she asked, watching as he left his shirt and coat on the floor while she got down on her knees to undo his belt.

“Maybe. Do you want me to?”

“It might be sexy. Something here…” She kissed his belly as she unzipped him. “Or here…” She reached up to tweak his nipple. Then she got down to business, yanking his pants and boxers down, taking the head of his soft cock into her mouth. “What about here?”

He chuckled, watching her swallow his cock. It was growing harder by the second. “I don’t think so. Not unless you’re getting one.”

She spit on his cock, rubbing the head against her lips. “I dare you.”

“Maybe if you promise to suck it like that every night,” he groaned, sliding deeper into her throat.

“I’d suck it like this every night anyway.”

Doc reached down to fondle her breasts through her t-shirt, thumbing her nipples, making them hard. She was already soaking wet and ready for him, but she wanted him to see.

“Guess what I did?” She swallowed, looking up at him with bright eyes.

He raised his eyebrows. “I’m almost afraid to ask.”

“Look.” She stood, turning around and walking toward the bed, hips swinging. Then she crawled up onto it, waving her ass, and pulled off her t-shirt, undoing her bra and tossing it aside.

“Oh god.” His voice was a whisper, eyes wide. “Oh my fucking god. I am so going to come all over that.”

She pulled her panties down her thighs, spreading herself wide for him. “That’s what I hoped you’d say.”

He found her as if his cock was steel and her pussy a magnet, drawn right into her wetness. Grabbing her hips, he shoved himself deep into her pussy on the first go, parting her flesh easily.

“So fucking wet!” he gasped, fucking her from behind as he stood next to the bed. “Oh baby, that tattoo is the sexiest damned thing I’ve ever seen.”

She moaned, wiggling her ass back against him. “Like it?”

“Fuck yeah.” He rolled his hips, working his cock into her inlet, his thumbs rubbing over the dark lines and curves of the tattoo on her back. “Hot. Fucking hot. Oh god.”

“Fuck me, Doc,” she panted, rubbing her pussy from underneath, feeling the hard drive of his cock and wanting more. “Do it hard! Come on!”

“Jesus, baby.” He grabbed her hips, pounding into her, trying to give her what she asked for. She could feel his cock getting bigger inside of her, his own excitement building, catching up to hers.

“Deeper! Oh yeah! Give me that big fucking dick in my cunt! Gimme, gimme, gimme!” she chanted, her fingers circling her clit, pushing herself closer and closer to the brink.

Doc grunted, slapping her ass, leaving a red handprint and making her shriek in surprise. Her pussy spasmed in response and she bit her lip, hovering just at the verge of climax.

“Yes!” she panted. “Spank me! Spank that ass!”

Doc gave up, grunting and slapping her again, his cock working deep inside of her.