Chapter 5
Per their request,Carl pressed the doorbell at the Winters’s residence. After waiting for thirty seconds, he rang it once more. If Jayel didn’t answer the door, he planned to input the access code. With a clear purpose in mind, he was a man on a mission. His goal was not only to repair the hot tub but also to mend and revive his relationship with Jayel.
Carl rang the bell for a third time. Feeling impatient, he made a decision: Fuck it, he was entering the house.
Jayel was in the midst of a shower when she heard the doorbell chime followed by the home security alerting her to an entry. Realizing it must be Carl, she hurriedly finished and rushed out of the shower.
“Damn it! He’s early, more than an hour ahead of schedule,” Jayel muttered to herself.
Brian had mentioned he would arrive at nine, but it was only 8 AM. Towel-drying her hair, Jayel contemplated her next move. Typically, she would have thrown on a robe and greeted him at the door, but since Carl had let himself in, she decided to take her time and dress properly.
Carl made his way through the house to the back patio and immediately began the task of draining the hot tub and inspecting the lines. It didn’t take long for him to identify the issue. Debris had clogged up several of the jet streams. Carl planned to clear them out, replace the damaged nozzles, refill the tub, and conduct a test run.
As he worked, a nagging thought lingered in his mind. It was odd that Jayel hadn’t answered the doorbell. Knowing her to be a light sleeper, Carl found her absence from the initial interaction quite unusual.
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Inside, Jayel was havinga change of heart about her attire. Why not test the waters? she thought. If her intention was to gauge how Carl felt about her as a woman, this was the perfect opportunity. They were alone in the house, after all.
Sitting on her bed, Jayel took deep breaths to calm herself as her heart raced. She knew it was not the time to be cowardly. She needed to summon the courage to follow through with her plan of seduction. If she couldn’t make Carl fall in love with her, she didn’t know what she would do.
Choosing the sheerest wrap she could find, Jayel draped it over herself, barely concealing anything. She decided against wearing a thong and let the wrap cascade down her shoulders. A touch of perfume on her wrists and at the base of her neck completed her preparation. Now, she was ready.
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Outside, Carl drownedout his thoughts with loud music, using it as a distraction from the fact that Jayel was somewhere in the house. Throughout the night, he had dreamed about her, and he woke up with a rock-hard erection.
Months had passed by, but he could never shake the memory of her touch, her scent, and the way she had whispered his name that one unforgettable night. The proximity of her presence sent shivers down his spine.
As Jayel worked on preparing a meal in the kitchen, she could hear Carl’s music playing on the back patio. A smile crept onto her face as she found herself feeling a bit foolish for plotting a seduction. She hoped Carl wouldn’t scold her for it and silently prayed that he wasn’t already in love with another woman.
Nervously, Jayel continued with her preparations before straightening herself up. She slipped into a pair of high-heeled shoes that somewhat complemented the white feather-lined drape hanging off her shoulders. However, she struggled to keep the cape together, causing it to fall open at the front. A hint of bare skin at her neck was exposed, along with the alluring curves of her breasts, the flat expanse of her stomach, and her cleanly shaven intimate area. With the dish balanced in her hands, Jayel took a deep breath and walked slowly toward the patio door.
In the midst of his thoughts, Carl had filled a cup to test the water in the hot tub. As he finished the test, he turned to dispose of the water just as Jayel emerged from inside, carrying a breakfast tray. The unexpected collision caused fruit to fly into the air, landing on the ground, and water to splash over Jayel.
They each screamed in unison. Carl lunged forward to grab her arm. Concerned eyes looked her over.
“Are you ok, Jayel?”
Jayel observed Carl, her heart pounding in her chest. She noticed Carl gazing at her naked, drenched body, his eyes fixated on her breasts.
A battle raged within Carl’s mind as he struggled to tear his gaze away but found himself unable to do so. Her breasts, with their full peaks, dark areolas, firm nipples, and glistening with water, captivated his attention. Carl felt a primal urge stirring within him, a desire to suckle at her bosom like a hungry infant, causing his mouth to water and his legs to tremble.
Voices in Carl’s mind clashed, one urging him to step away, reminding him of past decisions, while another pleaded with him not to deny himself this moment again.
Summoning his willpower, Carl finally managed to lift his eyes to meet Jayel’s gaze. However, Jayel was not returning his look; her focus was on his chest. Carl had discarded his shirt in the heat of the day, using it to wipe away the sweat beading on his forehead.
Jayel studied Carl’s hardened pectoral muscles, noting the fine hairs that adorned his chest. Carl tracked her gaze as it traveled downward over his flat stomach, ultimately resting on his crotch. Jayel scrutinized him as if she possessed x-ray vision, causing Carl’s manhood to react involuntarily. The movement of his penis caught her attention, prompting her to meet his gaze. At that moment, Carl recognized a primal desire burning in Jayel’s eyes.
Jayel locked eyes with him, her gaze filled with a lustful intensity that seemed to consume him. Intuitively, she extended her leg, deliberately brushing her thigh against his erection. A moan escaped Carl’s lips, and she pressed closer to him.
One of Carl’s hands enveloped her breast, tenderly caressing it. Jayel tilted her head back, shutting her eyes as Carl kissed her fervently, eager to savor and discover every corner of her mouth. His hand pressed against her back, ensuring she stayed put, unable to break free. The kiss lingered, leaving Jayel breathless. Reluctant to let her go, Carl continued to kiss her passionately. He trailed kisses onto her neck, all the while playing with her breast and pressing his hips against her.
Jayel’s hands clutched onto his back tightly, her lips pressing against his skin whenever she could. Carl could feel her fingers entwined in his hair, prompting him to lower his head and suck on one of her nipples. As Jayel’s head fell back even more, her body went limp in his embrace. Carl held her close, tightening his grip, and slid a hand down between her thighs. The absence of clothing allowed him unhindered access.
At that moment, she knew instinctively how to fulfill his long-held desires. Jayel had presented herself in the exact way he had yearned for. Without hesitation, Carl parted the lips of her vagina, rolling his thumb over her sensitive nub, and eliciting a gasp from Jayel.
“Carl, please,” she pleaded.
Smiling, he comprehended her needs. Carl responded by slipping a finger into her. Jayel was more aroused than he’d anticipated. Her pussy was wetter than the glass of water that had splashed upon her.
“Oh God, yes!” Carl whispered against her neck.
Moving his face back to her mouth, he kissed her again while reaching deeper inside. Her pussy was hot and tight. Jayel raised one leg, allowing him greater access. Carl was impressed yet again. She was brazen in her response to his touch.
Then, all at once, Carl stopped kissing her. He withdrew his hand.
Jayel’s head snapped forward. Her eyes were wild as she scanned his face. She wore an expression of fear. Her brow was furrowed. Carl took a step back, but Jayel reached for him. She shook her head, and her lips quivered as if she were about to cry.
Carl scooped her up into his arms, carrying her into the house. “Don’t worry, Jayel. I’m not running away this time, and I’m not holding back.”