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When she got to the bathroom, all three stalls were full, so she stood against the wall waiting for one to open up. Part of her wanted to turn around and leave. Maybe Peter wouldn’t be able to tell. Thanks to her lack of panties, she could feel her own slickness, and she was even more aware of her arousal. Surely, he wouldn’t actually be able to tell if she didn’t masturbate. Something about his threat though, made her wait until a stall opened up and she slipped inside.

After putting a seat cover down, she sat gingerly on the toilet with her dress hiked up around her waist. Embarrassment flooded her face and neck with warmth as she slid timid fingers between her legs. What if someone watched her through the cracks in the stall doors? Why they were designed that way had always been a mystery to her. Willing herself not to think about it, she closed her eyes and conjured up an image of Peter. Memories of the first time she had masturbated in front of him came rushing back, and she pressed her middle finger against her clit, rubbing in small circles. As she relived that night, her pussy clenched. An orgasm wasn’t far away. She remembered the sensation of the cold, firm cucumber sliding inside of her, and she couldn’t wait to feel Peter’s cock fucking her later.

A groan escaped, and she clamped a hand over her mouth.Fuck. There are still people in here.She cleared her throat and pretended to cough as she continued to massage herself. When her pussy clenched up again, and the wall of pressure formed deep in her core, she jerked her hand away and took in several deep breaths. Then she stayed right where she was until the other two stalls emptied, and she heard both occupants leave the restroom. At the sink, she stared at herself in the mirror while she washed her hands. Embarrassingly, she could feel even more of her own moisture between her thighs and she thought for sure it was running down her legs. Still feeling shaky, she walked back to the table. When she got close, Peter stood and smiled. The check lay on the table already signed.

“Did you add a little blush to your face, baby?” Peter asked with a grin. Carrie dropped her head as her cheeks grew even warmer. There was only so red they could get, right? Peter gripped her hand and led her from the restaurant. When their car appeared at the entrance, Peter opened the passenger door to let Carrie in before the valet driver could even finish climbing out of the car. The young man handed Peter his key and Carrie noticed he slipped him a nice tip. It was a silly thing, but Carrie liked that he was a good tipper. So many people weren’t. As Peter pulled out of the driveway, his hand rested on her thigh. When they got to a stop sign, His fingers grazed up under the hem of her dress, and Carrie inhaled sharply. There were no other cars behind them, so Peter pushed her legs apart and cupped her.

“Fuck. That little pussy is drenched.” He let out a low growl. Then he separated her soaked folds and found her clit. “Mmm and your clit is nice and swollen. Well done following my instructions, baby.” His finger pressed hard into her clit and she squeezed her eyes shut. If he didn’t stop, she was going to come without his permission. A horn sounded, and Carrie jumped.

“Naughty girl,” Peter murmured as he pulled away from the stop sign. “Distracting me like that while I’m trying to drive.” He tsked his tongue with a look of mock disapproval, and Carrie tried to stifle a giggle.

Throughout the rest of the drive to Club Exposure, Peter would periodically rub her clit or slide a finger into her opening. “Gotta make sure you stay soaked for me.” He brought her to the brink over and over again. By the time they were pulling into the parking lot, Carrie was tense with the need to orgasm. But he’d already warned her that it would be a couple of hours until they played. Delayed gratification was definitely not her thing.

Peter opened her door for her again before he opened the back of the car and pulled out his toy bag. His arm settled around her shoulders as they walked through the front door. Edith was at the front desk checking people in and she smirked as she slid waivers in their direction. “Now, did you two cuties just share a car or are you actually here together this time?”

“You’re a nosy bitch, you know that, Edith?” Carrie picked up her pen.

Peter gripped the back of her neck and squeezed hard enough that she dropped it. “What did I say about your sass tonight, young lady? Consider that your one free warning. I’ve got a clothespin in my pocket, if I have to remind you again.”

Carrie couldn’t bring herself to look at Edith, but the older woman whistled. “Well, I guess I have my answer. Have fun tonight, kids.” She gave Carrie a pat on the shoulder and turned to Peter. “She’s right you know. I am a nosy bitch. So don’t be giving her any shit on my account.”

Carrie choked on a laugh as her friend picked up their signed waivers and motioned for the people behind them to step forward.

“I love Edith,” she murmured as he slipped an arm around her and pushed her toward the main play space.

“Come on, let’s go say hello to everyone.” After they greeted a handful of people, they took a tour of all the various play spaces.

“This is where we’ll play.” They were standing in the door to a suspension room with two large frames and enough space for two or three couples to play.

When they finished their tour, they made their way back to the main dungeon where more people had gathered, including Olivia and Darci and Damion. Carrie was stiff when she greeted Damion, but Darci looked happy, so she tried her best to put her negative feelings to the side. Peter sat in a plush chair and pulled Carrie into her lap.

They spent the next hour talking with their friends, with Carrie on pins and needles, waiting for play time and Peter as cool as a cucumber. After the initial awkwardness wore off, Carrie finally started to relax. But then she heard a familiar voice, and she tensed up all over again.

“Relax, baby. She’s not going to cause you any trouble,” Peter whispered in her ear as Gage and Evie appeared in the room. She had a hard time believing him, considering that she could practically feel the daggers that were shooting from Evie’s eyes.

Carrie refused to be the jealous girlfriend though, so she turned her attention back to Olivia until Gage approached them and said hello. Carrie climbed off of Peter’s lap to give her favorite cowboy a hug. Evie stood behind him with a sour look on her face, so Carrie offered her hand. “Hello Evie. It’s good to see you again.”

The girl took her hand and gave a curt nod. “You too,” she murmured.

“We’re going to see if one of the massage tables is free before I have to give my big welcome speech later.” Gage said as he picked up Evie’s hand.

“We should think about seeing if our room is open, little one.” He stood and picked up his toy bag and led her to the room they’d scoped out earlier. Another couple was in the process of packing up their gear, so Peter backed Carrie against the wall in the hallway and cradled her face in his hands.

“You doing OK?”

Carrie blinked and let her eyes roam to escape his intense stare. “Yeah. Just a little nervous is all. I’m never nervous before I play. I don’t understand it.”

Peter grinned. “This is different for you. Nervous is normal. How wet are you right now?” His question caught her off guard, and she stared at him.

He chuckled, a low rumbling sound and shook his head. “Never mind. I’ll just check for myself.”

Before she could protest, his fingers had skimmed up her thigh and slid inside her. The flames of desire she had tamped down came rushing back the instant he grazed her clit, and she closed her eyes, a weak moan bubbling up from her throat.

Just then, the other couple came out of the playroom and Carrie tried to shy away from his fingers. In the blink of an eye, Peter whirled her to face the wall and yanked her skirt up. The cool draft caused by the fluttering of the material made her shiver. It was a short-lived chill though, because his hand connected with her ass, sending a sharp sting through her skin. “Neverpull away from me, young lady.” He thrust two fingers inside of her. “Understood?”

His fingers were pumping in and out of her. “Yes, Sir,” she whimpered as the orgasm threatened to break free. The sensation stopped almost as quick as it had begun, and he slapped her ass hard one more time before he straightened the skirt of her dress and turned her back to face him.

He led her into the now vacant play space and set his bag under one of the suspension frames. “Strip and kneel, baby.” He pointed to a spot just outside one of the large wooden legs. With trembling hands, she lifted her dress over her head and tossed it in the corner. The dress hadn’t required a bra, so she stood naked as soon as the dress was gone, other than her shoes, which she kicked off and put with her dress.

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