“Yeah…” she said tentatively. “So have you. You’re a lot huskier than I remember when I used to dream about you in high school.” She wrinkled her little button nose and licked her full pink lips, shaped like an archer’s bow.
I snorted at her comment and wondered if she was going to bring up sex immediately. “So what have you learned in the two weeks you’ve been here?” I asked.
“How to relax my body more. I mean, the intellectual stimulation is great, too, but I think – more than anything – this year I’ll become more accepting of my body, about sex…”.
I gave her a quizzical look, silently asking her to elaborate.
“Do you masturbate?” she asked suddenly. “You probably don’t…I mean, a guy traveling through Europe. I’ll bet you have all kinds of women. My Gawd, you and Lindy have already done it, which means, well, you know…! Anyway, I get myself off all the time! Tell you what. Have a glass of wine, sit back an’ relax, and lemme do some dance exercises for you.”
“All right, entertain me,” I said arrogantly. I poured a tumbler of wine and slouched down on the sofa, my neck resting against the back. With Lindy not returning ’til the next day this was a perfect time to wile away some hours, plus, since Lindy had won their bet, technically, I could nail Carolyn. Now was also an opportunity to observe the sexy girl engage in “accepting her body”…whatever that meant.
Carolyn switched on a small lamp, put on a recording of slow, dreamy music, and began doing turns around the room, stretching her yellow dress tantalizingly with each movement of her legs. When she’d finished two complete circles she scissor-kicked one leg up next to her face, holding it there as she pirouetted, then repeated the movement with the other leg, turning on one toe as she did so. Naturally her dress rose nearly to her waist as she twirled, affording me close-up views of her crotch and succulent, pink labia. Two more circles around the room and she flopped down on the double bed where she’d been sitting earlier.
“Very impressive,” I murmured. “You’re amazingly limber.” I, on the other hand, was amazingly rigid. She’d accomplished what she’d wanted…to turn me on. My cock threatened to burst through the front of my pants. She gave me a distant smile and huddled on her knees with calves tucked under her, and slowly curled over to lay her shoulders on the bed with her face toward me. Then she extended one leg backward, bending it upward toward her back, and grabbed the ankle with one hand. She did the same with the opposite leg, then both again. The movements, of course, worked her dress up to her waist and – with each upward arc – displayed her magnificent ass. The sun shining through the window behind her made her luscious, tan body glow, so much that my breath caught in my throat.
“This is my favorite,” she puffed, “so good for the back. Do you like it?” she asked absurdly, her hazel eyes round and innocent.
I grunted approvingly, as my groin pulsed from its load of blood.
“Mmmm…good,” she purred, not sounding at all like a slut. “An’ now…”. She flipped onto her back, with her dress still at her waist. Thrusting one leg into the air, she stroked it from calf to crotch with little, feather-like movements of her fingers. As her fingers brushed her labia she exhaled quickly and her hips spasmed. She did the same with the other leg, looking at me through lidded eyes the whole while. Then she turned toward me on her side, laying one bent leg on the bed and extending the other knee vertically to splay open her pussy. She licked her right hand and put it to work immediately, fluttering two fingertips across her clit in a practiced move. With her left she reached out to me and whispered, “Come…please…come…help…me.”