American Princess
Copyright© 2025 by Wolf
Chapter 2: Revelation
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: Revelation - Princess ‘Carrie’ Caroline disappears, but for Jim she becomes a visitor who captures his heart. They start their adventures, dodging the public, authorities, and then abductors. Her new life sex, swinging, polyamory, and some wild parties, all while building a new career. The princess, Jim, and new friends fall in love and enjoy unusual experiences and adventures. Much sex.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Celebrity Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Royalty
I awoke and leaped and out of bed as consciousness swept over me. Why? It was Friday morning, and the sun was shining outside. The scantily clad body of a female I barely knew lay beside me – actually had curled up not only beside me but solidly cuddled into my warmth. She was fast asleep but had somehow managed to get me to spoon around her; however, the tidal wave of motion of the bed that I’d created in my start awoke the pretty girl.
As she moved from her sleep, I studied her again. Her long hair was tousled, and partly covered the side of her face, and draped elegantly over her neck. My shirt, that she wore, had ridden up her legs, exposing most of her undies and her great legs. From my vantage point, I could also see that she had a rather nice butt that I wanted to touch.
Carrie’s hazel eyes blinked open, looked up at me, and gave me the best smile of anyone I’d ever met. Her beautiful mussed hair flowed around her face on my pillow as she moved. She stretched in a sexy way as she smiled. “Your sofa was lumpy, so I decided to use the other side of your bed. I hope that was all right? You were nice and warm, too. I liked sleeping right next to you. I’ve never done that with a man.”
“Yes ... Yeah ... I just forgot for a second that you were here with me.” I could still feel the adrenalin pumping through my veins – again. How many times would this girl do this to me?
Carrie sat up, and I stirred since she was nearly naked beneath my shirt that she’d commandeered the night before. I had more than one impure thought, but I turned and went into my bathroom, closing the door as I did my morning business.
Carrie was gone from my bed when I came out. Further, she’d made the bed and even straightened out some of the clothes that I’d worn the day before but that I hadn’t chucked into the hamper yet. I could hear her in the other bathroom taking a shower. I had more impure thoughts as I dressed.
In the kitchen, I set out two cereal bowls, and started some coffee. I flipped on the television that sat on my kitchen counter, and then moved to set out cereal, milk, and other fixings for breakfast. The morning talk, news, and entertainment show was on, just like every morning.
Carrie appeared wearing the same clothes she had on the night before; except she wore another of my short-sleeve shirts that she must have found in the guest room closet. I liked the way she looked in my clothes. I felt a special connection with her.
I gestured to a counter chair, and started to talk about breakfast with her.
Just then the television came to life, something obviously important from the mundane reports of doom and gloom around the world. I turned the volume up.
A reporter stood in front of the hotel I was at the night before and talked at a rapid rate, “Police have no clues to the disappearance of Princess Caroline last night. Security forces discovered early this morning she was missing from her room at the posh Washingtonian Hotel.
“Security footage from the hotel’s many security cameras is now being reviewed for clues to her disappearance. Fears are that the princess has somehow been kidnapped and that ransom demands may be forthcoming. Princess Caroline was scheduled to appear at the setting of a wreath for...”
I noted that the reporter standing in front of the Washingtonian Hotel could have just as well have been standing inside the Fukushima nuclear reactor in Japan, since the background did little to enhance her story. Did people really think she’d been there the entire time since the princess had disappeared?
The television screen changed to a stock photo of Princess Caroline. I studied the picture and slowly turned to the beautiful girl on the other side of my kitchen counter eating granola and wearing my shirt in a sexy way.
Yes, it was her without a shadow of a doubt. She smiled back at me acknowledging my ability to put two and two together. My knees went weak, and my whole body started to tremble. I stumbled backwards until I was leaning against the counter.
“Fuck!” I waved my hand in the air to apologize for my expletive. “Errr, Princess...”
“NO!” she commanded and slapped her palm on the counter for loud emphasis. “I am Carrie; please call me that. PLEASE help me NOT have to return to that life, at least for a few days or as long as we can. Don’t turn me in.” By the end of her short plea, she was almost in tears.
I pleaded too, “Carrie, there will be video coverage of me leaving the hotel in my car. The police will be here in short order to check me out. You’ve set me up to go to jail for the rest of my life. They’ll think that I kidnapped you.” I leaned against the counter opposite her and tried to think about the full import of hiding a member of the British royal family, even if it were with her consent.
“NO!” she loudly insisted. “I would never do that to you. You are obviously a kind and helpful man. I like you. I lay awake last night waiting for you to accost me, but all you did was fall asleep. I trust you. I felt in luck when I found your car unlocked. Now, I feel lucky that you are who you are. I will not let anything happen to you.”
“They’ll think I hypnotized you ... or that you’re a victim of the Stockholm Syndrome where you take kindly to the plight of your kidnappers.”
“I am quite sane as any test will show. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
“But I guarantee they will search every room in this place, even under my beds.”
She pondered that thought for a bit and scanned the room. Finally, she announced, “I’m small. I’ll hide in the oven of your cooking range.”
Carrie came around the counter into my small kitchen. She peered into the door of the oven. “Oh, yes. If we remove the racks and the cooking elements I can fit in there just fine. We can just stick the parts in the back of your closet. They’re even clean.”
I rolled my eyes. This whole situation had disaster written all over it – big, egregious, fucking disaster. Visions of walking a prison yard and being the prison ‘girlfriend’ of some guy twice my size named Bubba flashed through my mind.
I went to the front window and looked out, expecting to see the entire apartment complex surrounded by a small army of heavily armed SWAT personnel, but nothing was happening outside that wasn’t normal. I checked the edge of the woods in case they were hiding, but saw nothing. Then again, snipers are often hidden from view.
Carrie said, “You should go to work, as you normally would. Leave me here. I’ll watch by the window. If I see someone coming, I’ll hide.”
I said, “I can think of a thousand reasons why this is such a bad idea, but I ... I guess ... I don’t know what to do.”
“Go and do your normal things. That’d be best. I won’t make a stir, I promise. I may even be gone by the time you get back from work. I wrote down your name and address so I can thank you properly if that’s the case.”
“How’d you get my name and address?”
“I went through your wallet last night and saw your driver’s license ... and I didn’t take any money either.”
I groaned and asked, “Where will you go?”
Carrie shrugged, obviously communicating that she had no idea where to turn next.
I shook my head. I told her, “Stay here. Except for a possible visit and search, you’re out of the public eye. We can both take the rest of the day to think about what to do. There’s got to be a way forward that can work for you.”
My appetite had vanished completely. I went and sat with my head in my hands trying to think clearly. The shortfall in my normal sleep wasn’t helping me any either. I drank a cup of coffee hoping that the caffeine would have some positive effect on my coping mechanism. It didn’t.
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