"What a day," Carrie sighed into the emptiness of her apartment. It was almost dusk, and her loft was bathed in indigo light. She tossed her keys onto the table beside the growing pile of mail, and dropped her briefcase on the floor.
Carrie massaged her temples, hoping to release some of the tension that had been beating her down from the inside. She was a creative director at a large urban marketing firm. Thanks to an ill-fated office romance involving one of her best digital artists and some low-life from accounting, her biggest project was now in jeopardy pending the out-come of the board's review of both party's behavior.
"I wish people would just keep it in their pants," she muttered as she made her way through her living room.
A dip in the hot tub was what she needed tonight. She would just slip into her bathing suit and grab a glass of wine on her way down. Better yet, she would just take the bottle.
Her bedroom was large, clean, and modern. She stripped out of her suit, taking the time to hang it back in the closet. Before changing into the red bikini she had purchased last year on a trip to Paris, Carrie stood naked in front of the full-length mirror.
She was an attractive woman, with smooth, muscular limbs and a tight ass. She ran her hands across her hips and stomach, turning to look at herself from this angle and that. Her five-morning a week running habit was keeping her body in great shape.
It was just too bad that no one else got to marvel at it. Carrie was too busy for romance. Her big pink vibrator with its magic little rabbit ears was all she needed on a cold Toronto night. At least, most nights.
Clad in her bikini and a big fluffy towel, Carrie grabbed a bottle of wine and a glass from the kitchen, then padded out to the elevator.
Her condo's hot tub and pool were located on the first floor, in a room that enjoyed a view of the lake. Carrie hung her towel over one of the stone benches, and carefully settled into the sumptuous heat of the tub.
Immediately, she felt her muscles relax as the heat penetrated her skin and the jets pulsed behind her. After several minutes of blissful release, Carrie popped the cork and poured herself a generous glass of wine.
The flat screen TV in the corner had been left on, and was now filling her in on all of the horrible things her fellow Torontonians had done to each other that day. Carrie found the news depressing and sensationalistic, and preferred to garner her headlines from the paper where she was free to skim though the details.
She scanned the room for the remote; finding it on a bench opposite her towel, Carrie cursed over having to get out of the tub, and took a final pull from her glass.
"One down," she said as she drew herself up out of the water.
Instantly she felt her flesh pebble with goosebumps while her nipples firmed and plumped under the damp red cloth. Preferring her warm, watery cocoon, Carrie shuffled to the bench, grabbed the slim silver remote, and quickly tottered back to the tub's edge. Once again, she slipped into the water, this time feeling the heady weight of the wine as it coursed through her body. She decided to pour herself a second glass, this time filling it nearly to the top, then settled across from the TV screen looking for something entertaining to watch.
Quickly dismissing the regular Wednesday night line-ups, Carrie scrolled steadily upward through the specialty channels until she stopped on her favorite adult channel.
"When in doubt," he said cheerfully, raising her glass to the voluptuous blond whose ample bosom now graced the screen. She relaxed further into the tub, closing her eyes, letting the wine and the heat mix with the sounds of sex.
She sighed, and shifted on her seat when a little tremor made its way up her spine. A fast current had just made its way past her floating body, and in that instant, she was as horny as she could ever remember feeling.
She sat up, looking from the door to the blond, who was now being pummeled from behind. She slowly ran a hand up her thigh, hesitating as she approached the hem of her bikini bottoms.
While she was no stranger to masturbation, Carrie had never serviced herself in a public place. What if someone came in while she was trying to get off?
But she was in the water; water that was roiling so that it was impossible to see clearly what was going on beneath its surface. She would just scooch around so that she was hidden from the doorway. Thankfully, she could still watch the blond from her new position.
Feeling emboldened by the wine and her now throbbing clitoris, Carrie slipped her bottoms off, and spread her legs to receive her fingers.
The heat on her pussy felt amazing, as did her fingers as they made their way across her smooth, wet skin. For several minutes, she teased her clitoris, inserted her fingers into her tight little cavity. But it wasn't enough. Her big pink friend had spoiled her.
The bottle of wine was still half full. Carrie stared at it, her eyes heavy with lust, and debated wasting the expensive wine just to have the thick neck of that bottle to mount.
Wishing desperately that she had brought her little pink friend, Carrie turned to reach for the bottle and again felt a tremor of pleasure.
The jets! Like the awesome power of a massaging showerhead, Carrie could simply align her aching clit with one of these jets, and she would be moaning in no time.
"I'll be right there with ya, sister," she told her blond comrade, who was now getting eaten out by a petite brunette, and bucking like a Bronco rider.
Being careful not to knock her glass into the pool, Carrie propped one leg up on the tub's deck, then the other, feeling the powerful jet she was straddling play across her stomach. She wrapped her fingers around the edge of the tub's seat, and tilted her pelvis until the jet was churning water right onto her pussy.
The pleasure was instant and intense. She began to rock, letting the water travel from her clitoris to her ass, enjoying each sensation as the pressure began to build.
"Yeah," she murmured, rocking faster with the waves her own body was making. She spread her thighs, drawing her self closer to the jet, and threw her head back. Her tits were bouncing on the water's surface, her taught nipples peeking out. Her legs were pumping at their own pace, bringing her nearer the jet, and then pushing away slightly.
Yesss," Carrie hissed. Her muscles were starting to twitch; in her legs, her arms, her stomach. Her whole body was ready for the orgasm that was building. Again, she spread her legs; felt the muscles in her inner thighs strain as she pushed to get closer the column of churning water.
As her pleasure built towards breaking point, Carrie was outright shaking with the need to come.
"Can I help?" a deep voice asked from behind her.
In that moment of surprise, Carrie came. Her head fell back, her eyes locked on those of the handsome intruder, who stood at the edge of the pool, clearly aroused as he watched her buck and writhe under the force of the jet.
"Fuck... me," she moaned, panting with the intensity of her climax.
For a minute he just stood there, gently stroking himself on the side of the pool as the tremors racked her body. But then he was in the pool, moving in from behind her, pushing her up, out of the water as he entered her. He bounced her up and down on his lap, filling her with his thick member.
Carrie began panting as a second orgasm threatened to rock her.
"Not yet," the man whispered in her ear. Slowly, keeping himself buried deep inside her, he pulled her legs back so that she could stand, and then bent her over the edge of the pool.
"Do you like it from behind?" he asked, beginning to pump fast against her ass.
Her response came out as an unintelligible utterance of ecstasy as she came. He was breathing heavily behind her, grunting with each thrust, until he too was moaning and satisfied. Reaching over her, he picked up her glass of wine, took a sip, and poured the rest of the cool liquid across her back.
"Hey!" she cried, unappreciative of the chilly surprise. But then his warm lips and tongue were lapping it up, playing across her spine and ribcage.
"Very nice," he whispered against her skin. "You have very good taste."
"So do you," she replied, rolling over.
"Will you join me for dinner in an hour?" he asked.
As she nodded, introducing herself, Carrie decided that sometimes it was simply impossible to keep it in her pants. Especially when you weren't wearing any.
Originally published July 2007 - "Sexy Success"