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Unicorn Surprise Ch 01

Cloudy days were the hardest to keep focus, and today was no exception. She couldn't help but reflect back on the morning and wonder what was ahead. It started out as any other morning -- sweet cuddle time as they shed sleep and geared up for the day ahead. Morning routine soon turned playful as he pressed his warm and freshly showered body full length against her, teasing her with his cock. "You know what happens when you do that" she laughed, the last word muffled as she took his cock into her mouth. She heard the sound of his reply but not the words, as she was already lost in the sensation of his cock full in her mouth, warm and sweet. Her body filled with that familiar warmth and tingle -- just from the taste of him she could feel her body respond with wetness. Abruptly the moment ended when the phone rang, bringing them both back to the reality of a business day. She started to follow and provide a little sweet torment while he was on the call, but instead looked at the clock, sighed, and went back to the mundane grooming tasks.

After the call ended, he had a particular cat-ate-the-canary twinkle in his eyes, but said nothing. A few more gropes, licks, and well placed nibbles and it was time to officially start the day. Before leaving he came to her for that morning kiss, those few last seconds when they belonged totally to each other, before the demands of work ensued. He kissed her sweetly at first, then more passionately before deliberately pulling away, and saying softly, "We finally have some playtime. Tonight is ours, and I plan to take you to places you have only imagined. I have a surprise planned for you" As she pressed back toward him, that twinkle returned to his eyes, spreading across his face, as he picked up his briefcase and headed down the stairs. "By the way," he called from the bottom of the stairs, "I have someone coming by later today for some work on the house." And with that, the sound of the garage door lifting ended their morning time together.

She wondered about the plans, but it wasn't long until the responsibilities of her work-at-home job took over her mind, and it became just another workday -- until the clouds distracted her.

The doorbell broke her cloud-induced trance, and she remembered his comment about having someone come by for some work. As she went to open the door, she tried desperately to remember what the contractor was supposed to be doing -- did he even say? She opened the door, and was caught off guard to see a woman standing there, holding a plastic cleaning caddy and broom. "Good Morning! It's nice to see you again!" The two had met the previous weekend, when Carol accompanied Tony to show a house. The woman was new to the area, and had been so pleasant and fun they hadn't minded spending their weekend showing homes.

"Your husband said this would be a surprise," Kirsten said as she closed the door behind her. "I understand you two have a special weekend planned, so he thought it would be nice to get the household responsibilities out of the way, so you can just focus on enjoying your weekend."

"You are right -- this is quite a surprise! We usually pitch in together and get things out of the way pretty quickly -- but this is really nice!" Carol replied, smiling, still just a little bit unsure of what she thought.

Kirsten wasted no time in getting started, and the scent of cleaning products soon filtered through the air. Carol went back to her computer, determined to get everything completed in record time, so she would have a few minutes to freshen up before Tony came home for the day. Not even the clouds could distract her now!

Later, she went into the kitchen to fix a drink. Kirsten was just finishing, and said, "Please, let me get that for you!" Carol was slightly uncomfortable, it felt odd to have someone serve her like that in her own home, but it wasn't a bad thing. As Kirsten handed her the class, her hand lingered, ever so lightly and just for a moment, on Carol's. That's when Carol noticed the shirt.

It was a solid color polo -- red -- not an unusual or inappropriate thing to wear while cleaning. It was the logo that caught Carol's attention. Not a polo horse, not a crest, or monogram, but a unicorn!! She blinked a couple of times, thinking surely her eyes were playing tricks, but there was no doubt -- it was a unicorn.

She thanked Kirsten for the drink, and immediately picked up the phone to call Tony. Was this his surprise? It certainly seemed more than coincidental. Carol had never seen a unicorn on a shirt like that, and if this was something Tony had planned, it was just the type of subtle hint he would have out there. They had been discussing and fantasizing about including another woman in their play for quite some time, and often joked that the hunt for the perfect woman was like searching for the rare, elusive, and maybe even non-existent unicorn.

They had even discussed, after spending the day with her, how Kirsten would be a perfect unicorn. She and Carol had a comfortable chemistry and rapport. She was attractive in a real person way, with expressive eyes, a great smile, and nipples that could be counted as expressive, too. She was either cold all day, or titillated at house shopping, as they had stayed taught and visible through the thin fabric of her blouse the entire day. There were even a couple of times, as she would lean forward to get a closer look at some feature, the fabric would fall open, giving both Tony and Carol a full view. She was definitely the touch-feely type, and had even run her fingers through Carol's hair a couple of times. No wonder they didn't mind spending the day with her!

She hung up without leaving a message when Tony's voice mail message began. He would see the missed call and call back when he was free. What kind of message would she leave, anyway? "I think our housekeeper is a unicorn"? Sounds like the title of a straight to video movie.

Shaking her head and smiling, Carol returned to her computer and tried to focus her attention back on work. Difficult as it was, she had just hit send on the final project of the day, when Kirsten called from the master bedroom. As Carol crossed through the door, she could hear the water running in the Jacuzzi tub. The look on Carol's face spoke volumes as she rounded the corner into the bathroom and saw the tub filling with water and bubbles. With a warm laugh, Kirsten said, "Tony has a very special evening planned. He wanted me to help you prepare and give you lots of pampering."

Carol was speechless, titillated, and a little shy all at once. Was Kirsten their unicorn, or simply an innocent part of a plan?

"If you would like to get undressed and slip in the tub, I will put away your work things and clean in the room where you are working while you soak away the day. Relax and enjoy yourself," Kirsten excused herself from the room, which only heightened the mystery and intrigue Carol was feeling. Before disrobing, she tried Tony's phone one more time. Still no answer, but this time she left a message, saying simply, "Unicorn, or not? That is the question."

Carol pulled her hair up to keep it out of the water, dropped her clothes to the floor and slipped a toe into the water. It was almost too hot, but she liked to slide slowly in, letting her body acclimate little by little. Between the small frosted window in the bathroom, and the dense cloud cover outside, the room was almost nighttime dark, and Kirsten had lit a few candles, casting the perfect, ambient glow about the room. It hadn't been a particularly stressful day, but the warm water relaxed her nonetheless. She could feel a flush throughout her body, and the shorter, loose tendrils of hair curling around her face from the moisture.

Not really wanting to fall asleep, she berated herself for not bringing a book. She thought about turning on the TV, but that would seem intrusive. As she looked around the room, she noticed Tony's little computer, the one they used infrequently for the internet, sitting on the bathroom counter. "That's odd," she mumbled to herself, as the warmth of the water and glow of the candles took over, and she closed her eyes.

Carol became aware of the presence in the room before she realized she had been dozing. She had been having sweet dreams about the soft touch of a woman's touch contrasting with the firm and somewhat rougher sensation of Tony's hands. By the time she was fully awake and aware that Kirsten was in the room, she was belatedly aware that her own hands were between her legs, just softly touching herself. Slightly embarrassed, she repositioned under the bubbles to a more modest position. Carol was always a little shy at first.

Kirsten had replaced the red polo and was simply wearing a tank top. She had also replaced the cleaning caddy with a smaller one which appeared to have all the accoutrements for a pedicure. "Sorry to disturb you," she whispered. "My instructions are to get you ready. Tony said you might be shy at first, but I want to make you very comfortable. May I?" She motioned to the caddy.

A pedicure was something Carol would never turn away. She gave a little smile, once again amazed at Tony's attention to detail. To her surprise, what came out of the caddy were not the tools of a pedicure, but shaving cream and a razor. Carol nodded slowly -- and swallowed hard as Kirsten sat on the edge of the tub, reached into the water and brought her leg up to the edge of the tub. The shaving cream had a soothing lavender scent, which helped to calm Carol's nerves. She really wasn't sure what felt the best about it -- the cool cream as it lathered onto her leg, or the hands that were gently rubbing it in. With very deliberate strokes, Kirsten ran the razor down Carol's leg, below the knee. She repeated on the other side, and Carol could feel herself begin to relax somewhat and become accustomed to the slow strokes and light, feathery touch.

"You know," Kirsten remarked, "to really do this right, we need to trade places. I can't shave what is in the water."

Carol was silent for a moment, as though thinking carefully about her answer. Her eyes met Kirsten's as she said quietly, "You are right," and stood up, unsure what was making her wetter -- the water, or this experience. As she repositioned herself on the side of the tub, Kirsten stood and began to slip of her clothes. After taking off her tank and exposing firm breast with those taut nipples that had been the topic of discussion, she gave Carol a questioning look, as if to ask for approval before going further.

Carol slipped her fingers into the band of Kristen's shorts, and unbuttoned them. They feel to the floor, and Kirsten stepped into the tub, razor and cream still in hand. She began to lather Carol's upper thighs, and the already smooth area between her legs with soft, circular movements. Natural body responses were starting to take over, and the shyness Carol had experienced began to slip away as easily as Kirsten's shorts.

Carol slipped back into the tub. It made for close quarters with both of them. With legs and pussy smoothly shaved, Kirsten began to lather Carol with body wash. No sponges needed, Kirsten's hands were sliding nicely all over Carol's soapy body, making little circles, paths, and trails all over. She didn't linger in any one spot too long, which was almost to Carol's dismay. Carol was beginning to long for the soap to be gone, and for a tongue to replace the hands that were now focused on her breasts. She had never done anything like this before. There had been experiences with other women, but the male partners were always involved. She knew Tony had arranged this, and that it was okay with him, but it still felt a little strange. Strange and good... but still strange.

Time seemed to stand still and move quickly all at once. The next thing she knew, Carol was out of the tub, and Kirsten was drying her off with a towel. "Carol," she said, "go lie down on the bed, face down. It's time for your massage."

Without a word, Carol moved to the bed. Kirsten had prepared it with a thick bath sheet on top so there would be no oil or lotion stains on the linens. Her mind was racing -- wondering how the next step would be. Everything had been so sensual . . . but she was ready for Tony to be included in this soirée. At that moment, Kirsten came in, set her caddy on the nightstand, and went back into the bathroom. This time, she returned with the small computer and positioned it on the opposite night stand. That's when Carol knew. Tony was already a part of this. That computer was equipped with a built in webcam. Tony had been a part this while time! Carol imagined him on the other side of the connection, no doubt stroking himself as he watched. That thought was enough to put her over the edge. Every inhibition dissipated, and she could feel every nerve ending gloriously alive, as Kirsten -- still naked -- straddled her and began to trickle oil on her back.

Kirsten began to softly knead the oil into Carol's skin. She ran her hands the length of the spine, stopping briefly at the small of her back and lingering for just a moment, before moving back up, moving outward from the center to the outer shoulders, arms, hands, then to her sides, tickling gently, moving back downward until she came back to the center and began to firmly work the cheeks of her ass. Carol felt more oil being dripped on her -- it was warm, it was slick, and Kirsten's touch was different and exciting. Kirsten began to go lower, gently spreading Carol's thighs, rubbing, a dichotomy of firm and soft, teasing, her fingers reaching in and tracing the lips of Carol's pussy.

Carol inhaled sharply at the touch, but as soon as it was there, it was gone, and Kirsten's hands moved down further, working the leg & calf muscles, working down to her feet. She spent a great deal of time there, working every inch of Carol's feet before twisting slightly in indication for Carol to turn over. Carol rolled onto her back, feeling positively crazy at the mix of feelings and sensation. The massage alone was incredible, relaxing and energizing, sensual with the knowledge that this was going to lead to her first real encounter with another woman. Exciting knowing her lover was watching every move, leaning close as if he could feel every touch as he watched the screen. She closed her eyes as Kirsten's hands again slid between her legs, and imagined Tony stroking his hard cock, slow at times, quicker and firmer at other times, as this fantasy they had shared together played out before his eyes -- and all over her body.

Kirsten traced all around the outside of Carol's pussy, never parting the lips, the touch light and feathery. With firmer movements, she moved higher, and with exacting movement rubbed the pubis, then continued upward, the intensity just right, until she brushed fingers across nipples. The touch was like sweet fire, and a low moan escaped Carol's lips. She was acutely aware of so many separate sensations -- the hands moving all over her, the weight of Kirsten straddling her, and the feeling of Kirsten's bare pussy pressed against her own. It all melted together in mounting desire to touch, to be touched, to abandon all reason and just get lost in the sensation.

Carol lay with eyes closed, when suddenly the hands were replaced by the warmth of a tongue. Kirsten's mouth closed over the taut nipples, her tongue making quick circles, then latching on and sucking, alternating back and forth between licks and sucks, from one breast to the other, nearly bring Carol to orgasm with just her tongue on her nipples.

Carol moved her hands, and for the first time, reach out to touch Kirsten. She laced her fingers through her hair, not wanting the tongue to ever stop their magic. "I'm getting wet from the taste of you," Kirsten whispered. She took Carol's hands and placed them on her own breasts. All shyness gone, Carol flicked her fingers across the nipples while turning her face to the webcam -- she and Tony had fantasized about this very thing. Her hands trailed down Kirsten's body, slick now from both oil and perspiration. Her hands found Kirsten's swollen clit, and began to finger back and forth. This time it was Kirsten who moaned as Carol explored her wetness. Without letting too much time pass, Kirsten took Carol's hands and put them back at her side. "This is about you. My instructions were to get you ready. I take my job very seriously. By the time Tony joins us, he will just have to look at you to make you cum."

With that, Kirsten slowly slid down the length of Carol's body, positioning herself between her legs. Very slowly, very deliberately, she took her fingers and spread the lips of Carol's pussy. "You are soaked," she purred, "It is my job to clean you up." Kirsten's tongue darted quickly, softly across Carol's clit, causing Carol to squirm. "Is that to much for you?" She changed her rhythm, exploring the lips of her pussy from the outside in, taking gentle nibbles, working her way closer and closer to the core of her wetness. It was not a low moan that escaped from Carol when she found it, and plunged her tongue into the warm, silky softness.

Kirsten left no inch of Carol unexplored, bringing her just to the second before orgasm, then backing of until the waves subsided. Carol squirmed, moaned, cried out. Kirsten's breath was hot and ragged. Her movements became more fevered and intense. When she could take it no more, she rolled off of Carol. "I'm sorry," she breathed. "I need a bit of a cool down."

They lay side by side for a few minutes, not talking, the only sound their excited, sensual breathing. Carol rolled onto her side, and began slowly circling Kirsten's nipples, first with her fingers, then with her tongue. She moved over to straddle her, wanting to again feel the smooth wet pussy against her own, but as she moved, Kirsten grabbed the cheeks of her ass and pulled her forward, 'till her pussy was once again at Kirsten's mouth. This time, she teased her clit, back and forth, in and out, sucking and biting. Carol moved in rhythm, dancing a sexy dance on Kirsten's tongue. This time, she didn't stop just before orgasm. She let it build to climax, drinking in Carol's wetness again, until Carol could take it no more, and they collapsed in a heap of arms and legs on top of the bed.

After a few minutes to catch their breath, Kirsten looked at the clock and said, "We have just enough time for a quick shower."

The shower was impressive – custom built for sensual encounters with plenty of room for two – or even more. Carol turned on the showerheads and adjusted the temperature to a tolerable cool. The water was invigorating, and Carol took the soap and began to lather Kirsten, starting first with her breasts, moving up to her shoulders and arms in slow, teasing movements. She gently backed her up against the cold tile of the shower wall, and became more deliberate with her movements. She moved down her body slowly, covering every inch with the rich lather. Water rained down from both sides of the shower, washing the lather from the top as Carol moved down. She lathered her thighs, her legs, and was soon kneeling on the floor of the shower in front of Kirsten. As the soap washed down the drain, Carol began to work her way back up Kirsten’s body, this time using her tongue to cover every inch where the suds had once been. She made her way up to the silky softness between her legs, and began to run her tongue in the creases, light, teasing, wet, until she found her clit and began to gently suck, pulling it into her mouth, moving her tongue back and forth, causing a low moan to escape from Kirsten’s lips. Carol made long strokes with her tongue, darting just inside the opening to her pussy, then back to her clit. As she continued, Kirsten’s moans grew louder, and she could feel her legs begin to shake. Carol continued the rhythm, not skipping a beat, soft and slow alternating with firm and quick. Between the sound of the water, Kirsten’s moans, and Carol’s breathing, they did not realize their virtual voyeur had become live.

Tony stood quietly in front of the shower, watching and listening. The site of his wife’s head between another woman’s legs in front of him was an incredible site. He dropped his pants to the floor, unbuttoned his shirt, opened the door to the shower and stepped inside. At the sound of the door, Carol turned her head from Kirsten’s pussy, and without skipping a beat, took Tony’s rock hard cock deeply into her mouth, and began to devour it with heated passion. She felt Kirsten’s hands on her hair, holding it back from her face, giving her a full view of Tony’s cock moving in and out of her mouth. After several minutes, Carol turned back to Kirsten, burying her head again between her legs and licking the sweet, wet folds. Back and forth, she turned her head, moving from cock to pussy and back again.

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