Carla The Showoff
Copyright© 2007 by Tony Reeno
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - Tony tells us what it was like living the exhibitionist lifestyle with Carla.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Safe Sex Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Exhibitionism Voyeurism School
The beach episode was one bout of exposure after the other. Carla wore a thin top that consisted of the proverbial tiny twin triangles doing their best to conceal her pendulous breasts. The bottom consisted of a tiny-string that her puffy bald pudenda bulged out in a cute triangular-shaped package. She was a sight. Men and women alike ogled her. Some lusted after her, some admired her tan, and some probably couldn't believe she could be that audacious in the company of her boyfriend and younger friend.
Tommy and I were no exceptions to the ogling rule. We gaped at Carla's brazen antics, whether she was lying on a beach towel, sauntering along the surf, going for a long walk or simply bending over and reaching into the cooler for another brew disguised as a soda.
The condo was spacious. The bedroom held a king-sized bed. Tommy was assigned the massive L-shaped living room couch as his bed. No complaints from him, since it could easily accommodate half a dozen weightlifters with room to spare.
The show didn't stop at night. I paced my liquor intake to keep tabs on Carla's antics, but my gorgeous girlfriend didn't hold back. She put away one wine cooler after the next on the first night, switched to Merlot on the second and stuck with wine for our third and final night at the condo.
We ate some great meals and drank and watched movies on cable. And we drank and joked with each other, played some Scrabble and Trivial Pursuit (that rage of the '80s) and Carla drank some more and a little more. Inhibitions Gone with the sea breeze and the smoke trailing off her endless supply of lit cigarettes.
It was on the third night that trouble ensued. Or maybe it wasn't trouble, but merely the inevitable. I awoke to darkness. The radio-alarm on the nightstand read 2:30. Carla was missing from her side of the bed. I waited for a flushing sound from the bathroom, a faucet signaling running water. None came.
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