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Glasage et Noir

Chapter 5

Carrie could see the amazement on my face. Her eyes searched mine for something, and when I smiled at her, she said, "Arthur, could we go for a little walk?"

Thinking quickly, I stammered, "Uhhh..... ahem, sure!"

She chuckled softly, and stepped back from me, taking my hand and moving toward the front door. She stopped at the kitchen door, and put on a pair of open sandals. As soon as she had them properly in place, she turned toward the front door and moved to it.

We went through the door, Carrie still holding onto my hand. She turned left outside her unit, taking us toward the center of the apartment complex. There is a series of walkways and paths throughout the complex, all of the areas well lighted and exposed to the dwellers in dozens of apartments.

There was no crime to speak of in this complex, which fact must be a powerful selling point for the owners.

It also made for a near idyllic setting where late night strollers could take their ease whilst stretching their legs.

As we walked, Carrie kept a firm grip on my hand. She would occasionally squeeze it, and then go back to just holding it.

We walked for more than ten minutes in silence, just taking in the night air and enjoying the South Florida starlight.

There may not be a finer place to walk late at night than in Fort Lauderdale, at least not in the first week of April.

The weather was simply spectacular. The serious heat of summer was yet a month and a half away. For now, the temp was somewhere around seventy eight degrees, and I was just loving it.

Carrie came to an abrupt halt. I looked at her, but kept silence. The look on her face was unfathomable. I simply enjoyed looking back at her, waiting to see if she would speak.

She didn't say a word.

Instead, she put her arms around my neck and put her lips against mine. Her kiss was immediately passionate, holding back nothing. Her hands went back to caressing my neck and shoulders while her tongue made its way into my mouth.

I pulled her hard against me, thrusting her tummy and hips against my lower body.

Something was growing down there! I could feel it.

I realized by the way Carrie started grinding herself against me that she could feel it, too.

Her tongue became more insistent. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, and she started sucking on it. It felt marvelous.

I brought my hands from around her back to slowly smooth their way up either side of her body. I moved slowly, not wanting Carrie to feel she was being rushed.

For answer, she put her hands on my butt and grasped it firmly!

You could have felled me with a feather at that point!

I did not stop for a moment. I lightly brushed my hands up and down her rib cage, very gently nudging the sides of her breasts. I could feel her breath quicken and I was certain I could feel heat coming from her.

"Ohhh.. Arthur. Could we go back?" she asked me between kisses.

I didn't say a word, I just reached down and picked her up, turning to go to her apartment.

She started giggling. "Arthur, what are you doing?" she asked, laughing harder as she spoke.

I started chuckling and answered her. "I thought I would give new meaning to the old phrase, 'carried away'". As I said this, I found myself laughing so hard that I had to stop and put her back on her feet.

She laughed along with me, changing to belly laughs as she "got" the intended pun.

Did I mention that she is simply beautiful?

Her dark hair, and her dark eyes are so lustrous that I easily get lost in them. Her entire body was shaking with the laughter, and it was heavenly to watch. I could clearly see her headlights poking through her blouse. 

As our laughing subsided, I moved into her arms. I leaned down and kissed her, being very gentle and getting maximum lip surface. 

Carrie held me tight.

I broke the kiss, and moved back while taking her hand. I didn't speak; I simply started walking back toward her apartment. Carrie fell right into step with me, matching my pace. Her body moved in a feline fashion, and it made me hotter to watch her legs work.

She took obvious pleasure in seeing me look her over. She did not avoid looking at me as well.

We continued like that all the way back to her door. When we reached it, she pulled a key out of her pocket and let us in. As we entered, Carrie said, "Excuse me, Arthur, I need to freshen up", and she moved off toward her bedroom. Her   apartment was much like Chris' and mine, so I went to the "guest" bathroom to freshen up.

I was not surprised to find my cock still mostly hard when I fished it out. It got soft fast enough so that I could relieve myself without waiting. I washed my face and hands and went out to the living room.

Carrie was waiting there. She was sitting on the couch with both feet on the floor. She had a pillow next to her, between her and the arm of the couch.

She patted the couch next to her. "May I offer you a seat, sir?" she asked with a smirk. 

I didn't hesitate but moved over directly and sat down next to her. She put her head back against the couch and just looked into my eyes. I turned myself enough to be able to look back without straining my neck.

Neither of us spoke.

I reached out and took her hand in mine. She grasped it firmly, calmly looking at me all the while.

"Arthur, do you know the expression, 'Old Souls?'" she asked.

I was flabbergasted. I had been thinking in just such terms for several minutes, and I wondered if she could read my mind.

"Yes, Carrie, I know the expression well. I have read a great deal about such ideas, and I'm sure there are many such individuals on earth who qualify as old souls" I answered. "There seems to be quite a few people in this world who just seem to be so..." I said, not knowing how to express myself clearly.

"Calm", said Carrie. "So calm", she said. 

She looked away.

"I seem to attract old souls, Arthur," she said. "I think you are one of them. I don't know if there really are such things. I only know how I feel when I am around someone who qualifies as one."

Her hand tightened on mine as she continued to look away.

I said, "There is no question about it: I am for sure attracted."

I was feeling very warm.

Carrie looked back at me, and slid herself over to me, moving onto my lap and putting her arms around my neck. She kissed me very gently, holding the back of my head with both hands.

I put one arm around her shoulders, pulling her toward me. My other hand went to her far hip, pulling tightly on it. 

It seemed to me that she was fusing herself to me and our bodies were melting into one another. We stayed with that kiss for more than a few minutes. Slowly our lips parted and we paused to catch our breath. Carrie rested her head against my shoulder, and I rested my chin very lightly on top of her head. Her hair smelled so good. She had her own unique scent, and I knew then and there that I would love to smell it all the time.

A small panic was suddenly in my head. I knew exactly what it was. It was the same feeling I'd had just a few months before, when Jana had told me she would not stop seeing others, but only me if I had a problem with her activities. The sense of panic I felt was because of the depth of feeling I had toward Carrie.

I realized I might be falling for this woman.

A woman whom I did not really know.

Yikes.

My inclination was to do a "Fagin": I think I'd better think it out again!

But, oh, what sweet aroma came from this woman.

And what chef can resist a great aroma?

Not this chef! lol

Carrie disengaged me, and stood up. She had hold of my hand, and leaned forward to kiss me lightly on the lips. I returned her kiss, and stood up with her. She stepped back from me, looking in my eyes.

"Will you stay with me tonight, Arthur?" Carrie asked. "I would like it very much if you did."

I could feel a thrill rush from my toes to the top of my head.

As it passed my groin, it seemed to stop for a moment, playing about the many nerve endings there.

My gaze did not waver from her eyes. I was staring so intently, I could not think what to answer. I was stunned and completely overwhelmed.

Carrie suddenly burst into tears, crushing herself against me and burying her face in my shirt.

I realized then what must have been happening.

"Yes! Carrie, yes! I want to stay here" I said with all the conviction I could muster. "There's no place I would rather be than here."

She quieted instantly.

"With you!" I added.

She sniffled some more, holding me tightly.

She spoke so softly that I almost missed the first few words. "You must think I am so simple, getting so emotional on you like this" she said. "I guess I am just not used to feeling like this."

The smell of her hair and the closeness of her body were doing a number on me. It was plain that Carrie could feel my hard on against her belly, and she was moving her hands around on my lower back, dipping a bit to caress my butt every few strokes.

This was seduction 101.

I like simple courses; simple ones are easy to follow!

"I'm a simple guy, Carrie. I happen to love simple" I said.

As soon as I said it, I knew I had dropped a bomb. Her arms flew around my neck and her mouth was hot on my mouth. She was practically crawling into my arms, pulling against me so hard that I almost lost my balance.

I came up for air.

"Could I have some more water?" I asked.

Carrie smiled like a Cheshire cat and took my hand, leading me to her kitchen. We walked into it and she reached into a cabinet, grabbing a glass and turning on the tap. She let the water run for a few seconds and then filled the glass, handing it to me while she turned the water off.

I jiggled the glass as I took it, spilling a little water on her hand.

Her smile never wavered.

"Arthur, you sure know how to make a girl all wet!" she said, and proceeded to howl with laughter.

I blushed like a flame, but I howled along with her.

"Natural talent, Ma'am," I said, "passed down through generation after generation!"

I knocked back the glass of water; it felt like cool health flowing down my gullet.

Carrie took the empty glass from my hand, placing it on the counter. She tilted her head up at me, signaling me to kiss her. I obliged.

She leaned back.

"I'm still wet", she said with sparkly eyes.

"Is it time for a swim?" I asked, arching my eyebrow and smirking.

For answer, Carrie simply took my hand and started walking out of the kitchen.

"Lets do a few laps," she said.

We rounded the corner into her living room, and she led me to her bedroom door. 

I hesitated at the opening.

Carrie looked at me with concern. I could see anxiety in her eyes and tight lines of fear on her forehead.

"Carrie... " I began, "I need you to know something," I said. "Something about me: I don't make a habit of being intimate with ladies I have only just met. I know that is not the macho way to be, but it is my way."

A look of relief passed over her face as she replied, "Arthur, neither do I."

I knew she could see the surprise in my eyes. She smiled at me, reaching out to take my hand. "I know I come on all hot to trot, but I really don't know what's come over me today. I am usually very conservative with new men that I meet. I think maybe its because you and Chris are like brothers that I feel so close to you."

She paused, and kissed me softly.

"You feel like someone I have known for all my life, Arthur. I feel perfectly safe with you, and I won't deny it," she said.

I put my arms around her and pulled her to me.

"I feel just as safe with you, Carrie," I said. "I cannot explain it either; I only know that you feel like something that is a part of me, and I haven't felt that in a long time."

Her eyes got misty and she started moving back away from me, though she kept hold of my hand, pulling on me.

"Arthur, you've started a flood, my dear," she said.

I let her get as far from me as her arm would stretch, and then I followed her in to her room.

You could have powered the lights of Milwaukee off of my face at that moment..



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