Playing Doctor Ch. 02
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"Copyright © 2006, BarondeSade. ALL Rights Reserved.
An erotic fantasy from the pen of Baron Darkside, edited and modified by BarondeSade..."
*Part Two – Bob and Carol*
Setting the phone down, Bob turned to Carol who sat on the couch in front of the roaring fire.
"Nothing new back at the house," he said, trying to keep his eyes off his sister-in-law's long, curvy legs extruding out below the big bath towel she had wrapped around her. "Ted's still in bed with a fever, but Alice said she was making him stay in bed and giving him aspirin."
"I hope he gets better soon," she sighed.
"I hope we don't come down with a cold, too, after getting caught out in the rain like that," he said walking over and feeling the clothes that they had draped over chairs next to the fire. "It was coming down in buckets there for a while."
"I don't think I've ever seen it rain that hard," Carol smiled back at him, sipping on her drink, "Are the clothes drying?"
"It's going to take a long time for them to dry out," he said, standing with his back to the fire. "I wish we had put electricity in the cabin then at least we could have TV or something."
"Oh, I don't know," she said drowsily, "I'm sort of enjoying our fire and the peace and quiet. It would really be romantic under other conditions."
"Yeah, it would, wouldn't it?" he agreed, walking over to the bar and freshening his drink, "Like for me to recharge your drink?"
"Sure," she said, extending her glass toward him.
After filling her glass again, he walked over to the other end of the couch and sat down, being careful to situate his towel so that his family jewels remained hidden.
Carol was beautiful, he told himself. And all she was wearing was the towel. Yes, she was right, it would be romantic under other conditions. Very romantic, he smiled at her as he felt a twinge of excitement trickle through his cock and a twinge of guilt. Oh, no, he told himself, if I get a hard on, it'll be hard to hide.
Staring into the fire, he tried to think of something else to keep his errant member from getting hard.
But nothing else came to mind as he glanced over at Carol out of the corner of his eye. Oh, crap, he muttered when he saw that her towel had fallen open slightly revealing part of the patch of curly brown hair that covered her womanhood.
Carol seemed oblivious to the fact that her towel had crept open, as he sneaked a peek every few moments. But this only worsened his predicament. He could feel his cock growing bigger by the minute as it slowly lifted its head, pushing up against the towel that hid it. Shifting around, he struggled to cover it without being too obvious.
"It sure is comfortable in here with the big fire and all," Carol murmured, letting her legs slip apart wider and unknowingly revealing even more of herself to Bob.
"You don't think the fire is too hot," he asked, feeling beads of perspiration pop out on his forehead.
"No, I think it 's just right," she sighed, glancing over at him.
"Why Bob, you're sweating? Are you getting a cold too? Maybe you have a fever."
Getting up, she stepped down to his end of the couch and leaned down over him. Reaching out, she felt his forehead with the back of her fingers. He didn't feel hot, she thought, but just then her eyes found the very evident bulge under his towel.
Why, he has a hard on, she told herself. That's his problem. Not the fire. And based on the size of the bulge, he's hard as a rock. Damn, what did I do to make him hard, she asked herself looking down to see that the towel was still tightly wrapped and nothing was hanging out or anything. I didn't do anything. But then again, sitting around with nothing but towels wrapped around me, there was a whole lot of bare flesh exposed.
"You don't feel like you have a fever," she told him, blushing as she felt a flush of heat wash over her body.
"I'll be okay," he said, crossing his legs to try and hide his condition.
"Is there anything I can, uh, do, uh, to make it, you, better?" she asked, not believing the foopah she had just made. Just how suggestive could she have been? But trying to cover her mistake, she guiltily added, "I'm going into the kitchen anyway."
"Uh, no, uh, I'm fine," he gulped.
Trying not to be too obvious, Bob ogled her lovely long legs as she strolled across the room toward the kitchen.
They were objects of perfection from the beautifully turned ankles up over the gracefully shaped calves and higher to the ivory thighs that disappeared up under the towel. Closing his eyes, he tried to think about something else. Anything. Anything to keep from doing something foolish. She was his brother's wife after all and doing anything stupid could have catastrophic consequences.
Standing by the counter with her back to him, Carol fanned herself with her hand trying to cool down the sparks that were flickering up from her nether regions. She'd always had this thing for Ted's older brother, but she had never acted on them. There were just some things that were best left alone. But, how could she ignore the facts? They were alone, wearing next to nothing, they'd both had a few drinks, he had a huge erection, and now she found herself having some very improper thoughts about her brother-in-law.
I'll fix me something to eat, she told herself. Maybe that'll help. Looking over she saw that there were still a few embers in the cook stove. Freshening her drink first, she then opened a can of soup and poured it into a pot. Sticking it on the stove, she slowly stirred the rich broth as its mouth-watering aroma filled the room.
"I'm having some soup," she told Bob, "would you like some, too?"
"No, but thanks anyway," he said, taking the opportunity to reposition his swollen manhood while she was out of the room.
But instead of cooperating, his stubborn cock was showing its determination by growing harder instead of shrinking.
Bob had just moved his hand away from himself when Carol came padding back in from the kitchen with her drink in one hand and bowl of soup in the other hand. Stopping in front of the fireplace, she sat her drink down and stood there slowly spooning her soup into her mouth as Bob watched.
"Good soup," she grinned at him impishly.
After a few minutes, she finished her soup and reached over to pick up her drink. As she did, the knot keeping the towel wrapped around her slipped a little.
Did the knot of her towel shift, Bob asked himself as she stood there smiling at him? No, I guess not, he complained. I guess that it was just my imagination. Or wishful thinking...
"Sure I can't get you something?" she asked him, starting for the kitchen and stepping over Bob's outstretched legs. Just as she lifted her leg, the knot in her towel gave way and slipped the rest of the way, unraveling and letting her towel drop down onto Bob's legs.
"OH, FOR CRIPES SAKE," she blurted out as she tried to cover herself with her hands that were unfortunately full.
Soup and bourbon flew in all directions around her, but most of it splashed down on Bob.
"YIPES," he screeched jumping up flailing away trying to wipe off the hot soup and ice cubes.
As fate would have it, his hand accidentally struck the knot on his towel, knocking it loose and sending his towel plummeting to the floor beside hers.
Stunned at the sudden turn of events, they both stood staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity to them.
"OH, BOB," Carol finally gasped, her eyes locked on his jutting weapon of love as it proudly stood pointing up at the ceiling.
"CAROL," was all Bob could utter as he stared at her naked beauty, "This is just too much."
Stepping forward, Bob took Carol in his arms and crushed her body against as his mouth found hers.
Luckily, the bowl and glass clattered to the floor as Carol clutched him in her arms, pulling him against her. Kissing passionately with their arms still locked around each other, they staggered backwards toward the couch. Clinging to each other desperately, they fell onto the couch without breaking their passionate embrace. As they kissed, Bob wrapped his hands around her big, pendant breasts, fondling and squeezing them roughly while she found his jutting cock with her hand.
He heard her whimpering with need as her hand explored the length of his granite-hard penis. Pulling one hand away from her breast, he ran it down over her rounded belly. Brushing over the curly muff above her pussy, he dipped it down lower and found that she had spread her legs apart for him as he found the drooling gash between her legs. Slowly, he gently eased his middle finger up into the overflowing socket. It slid in easily as her slippery juices coated his finger. She was hot and ready for him, he deliriously thought as he slowly slid his finger in and out of her overflowing cunt.
Finally, breaking their fiery kiss, Bob eased his juice-slathered finger out of her oozing pussy and struggled up to his hands and knees above her. Scrabbling up between her outstretched legs, he quickly aimed his one-eyed monster down at the gaping gash of hot, pink flesh that peeked out from the muff of curly brown hair covering her soft underbelly.
Suddenly, he felt her hot hand on his cock pulling it down toward the weeping slit.
Unable to stop himself, he abruptly thrust his hips forward sending his fleshy harpoon of hardened cock searching for her drenched love wound.
Feeling his impatience, she guided his evil ogre down to the waiting wetness between her legs. She was so drenched in her own juices, the big, bulbous head of his malignant monster sliced into her easily as he drove his big cock in all the way up to its thick, hairy hilt.
"Ohyessss," she hissed as she felt his thick cock stab into the burning socket of her overheated pussy.
Panting with excitement, Bob jerked his cock back down the velvet-sheathed core of her cunt and then violently hammered it back into her sopping love channel.
There was no prelude. No unnecessary foreplay.
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