Page 27 of Me Three
I catch him throughout the day looking at his phone and touching his dick, only to throw his phone across the room a few seconds later. It’s a good thing we have a lot of soft furniture because I don’t think he’ll have a phone by nighttime.
Instead of spending the day in complete anticipation of our date night, I do what I always do. Find what I’m going to cook for dinner, go to the grocery store to buy the stuff I’m missing, and I spend the first part of the afternoon making my vanilla cheesecake and the other half preparing my slow-roasted pork steaks.
At half-past eight, our phones go off again and we turn to look at each other.
Jump in the shower and get each other spanking clean for me. Tru x, the new message reads.
Carter sighs and drops his phone on the coffee table, so I go up behind him and wrap my arms around him.
“Come on, princess. You know you want it. So stop trying to deny yourself the pleasure,” I tell him.
He takes a deep breath and then his shoulders drop, so I run my hands across his shoulders, massaging away any tension he’s feeling.
Then, my hands navigate down to the hem of his T-shirt, and I take it off of him. Carter leans back, grinding his ass against my dick, which is starting to wake up after spending most of the day in a half-erect state.
I throw the T-shirt on the floor and grab the waist of his tracksuit bottoms. I undo the cord, my fingers touching his erection in the process, and slip the pants down, leaving him in his boxer shorts.
“Why don’t you wear your nice panties?” I whisper in his ear.
He shakes his head and starts to pull away from me, but I hold on to him.
“No way,” he says.
“Why not? It’s sexy,” I tell him.
“I’m not putting my lingerie on for a stranger,” he says. “What if they don’t like it.”
“Sweetheart, didn’t you see what they were wearing today? I think Tru would be the last person to criticize you. I think they’ll find it hot, too,” I say.
Another big sigh and Carter relaxes against my chest again.
I pull his boxers down and then slowly turn him around.
“Come on. They’ll be here soon.” I offer him my hand and walk him to the shower.
He turns the water on, and once it’s hot enough, gets under it while I undress, watching the water trickling down his body, bouncing off his cock and his round buttocks.
When I join him, he opens his eyes and puts his arms around my neck, our dicks rubbing against each other. His lips find mine, and he gives me a deep, wet kiss before pulling away.
He reaches for the shampoo and squirts some on his hand before passing me the bottle so I can do the same. We start massaging each other’s heads, lathering up before we rinse off and repeat the same process with the shower gel.
Carter pulls back my foreskin and cups his hands under my dick, applying a generous amount of gel and then rubbing it all over my length with meticulous detail.
I wish this moment could last forever, us two, in the shower, in each other’s arms, hot water all over us. The only thing that would make this moment even more perfect is if Tru was in here, too. But even without them, I’m taking pleasure in this moment with Carter, a Carter I wish I saw more often.
When we come out, it’s ten to nine and I take Carter to his bedroom and open his special drawer.
I pick a pair of pink lace panties, garter belt, and stockings, and I turn around to admire his beautiful body.
He doesn’t often indulge me in his little kink, if you can call it that, which is such a shame, but he looks gorgeous in his lace lingerie. He’s got them in all different colors and patterns. Sometimes he’ll even wear them out in school or for dinner, but he won’t often put it on when we have sex. Partly, I think it’s because we will literally drop everything when one of us gets horny, so our alone time is never really planned, but partly I think he also carries a little bit of shame for liking lingerie. Yet another stupid scar that douche ex left on him.
I drop down and put the panties on the floor and ask him to step into them. I slide them up his legs all the way up to his balls and I tuck his dick to the side. As usual, the material doesn’t cover his dick completely, his slit peeping through the lace bows along the waistband and his hard-on filling up the panties quite generously. But that only makes him hotter.
I proceed by putting the garter belt on his waist and then get him to sit on his bed so I can put the stockings on him.
When he’s all done up, I take a step back and admire how curvy his waist looks because of the belt and how defined the stockings make his legs look.
“Perfect.”
