You Can Call Me....Anytime
Author: Amyurban (amyurban44@yahoo.com) Pairing: Karl Urban/OFC Type: Real Person Het Rating: NC-17 Summary: This is my latest Karl Urban fic, inspired by this picture that I got from Necromancer 1000 at the Urbanites site:
Chapter 1
It was a bright, sunny and warm day in New Zealand. Karl was to go to a photo shoot that had been arranged by his managers at CAA for the photographer, Craig Owen. The pictures for this photo shoot were to go in the magazines "Black + White" and "AXM", the latter being a British Gay magazine. Karl had done the interviews to help promote "Doom" and let's face it; to keep his name in the public eye since it had been over a year since his last movie appearance in "The Bourne Supremacy". And even in that movie, Karl did not get as much screen time as he had liked, though fans as well as critics hailed his brief appearance as the Russian Spy, Kirill. It was Karl's stint as the assassin that gave the movie some of its much needed edge to push the story along.
As he showed up for the location, they directed him to hair, make-up and wardrobe. A woman came to him and introduced herself. "Hi, My name is Carolyn, but everyone calls me Carrie. Nice to meet you, Karl" she said and held out her hand to shake his. Karl was tired. He had just flown in from the states, doing what little he could do to help promote "Doom." It seemed that even though Karl was supposed to be the "star attraction" of this movie, his co-star, Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson was the one getting the most "buzz" from the movie so far and was also the one getting asked to do the late night talk-show circuit. Universal and Di Bonaventura Pictures figured that since "The Rock" was the more "household" known name of the two here in the states and more importantly, more internationally,( even with Karl in "The Lord of the Rings" movies ), that Dwayne could get the movie seats filled.
This irked Karl. He'd been acting much longer than "The Rock" had and in all actuality "was" an actor. "The Rock" had gotten into it as a sideline from his pro-wrestling days when he realized that he could no longer do that sort of thing for the rest of his life. He had to "expand his horizons" so he told Karl when they had discussed one time on the set as to why Dwayne had gotten into acting in the first place. And something that Dwayne told him that cut him to the quick and he would never forget; "Acting isn't so hard. I've done a few movies. I mean, if you can do it, hey buddy, so can I!" As if you could call what Dwayne does as actually "acting." He was more like "the king of distorted facial expressions" and not a whole lot more. End of story.
So it was no surprise that Karl did not notice this woman, Carrie, in hair and make-up, at first. He was dead tired. He'd done that Comic Con in San Diego recently and stayed down in Los Angeles to finish up his negotiations with his agents on "Pathfinder" and to have a little time with his friend, Viggo Mortensen at his Topanga Canyon home. He had gotten very close to the bohemian, renaissance man. He had never met anyone quite like Viggo and loved this man as a brother and confidant. He loved his integrity and his honesty as a human being. Always thinking of others, always giving Karl some great advice about their "business." He was the most altruistic and selfless person that Karl knew of. How he wished he could be like him, but he knew deep down that he was too selfish for that.
"I sense that you wish you were anywhere but here having to do this right now, don't you?" she said, looking at him as he suddenly quit daydreaming in his head of the fun he'd had with Viggo and his tired mind at the moment.
"Huh? Say again? I'm sorry" he said to her. "Yeah, you could say that, you are very intuitive."
"Well, it'd not take Einstein himself to see that you are dead tired and needed to get more rest and relaxation before you headed here today. Would you like it if I arranged for you to have a facial and some coffee to try and perk you up a bit before the shoot? Your eyes are so red and puffy!" she said, with concern in her voice.
"Could you do that, love? Oh, that'd be great, yeah, I could sure use something like that. Though I don't drink coffee. In my car, I have what I drink in the morning. Viggo got me started on it, damn him all, and now, well....I can't stop the stuff. It's called Yerba Matte', ever heard of it?" he asked her, quizzically?
"Yes, I have, I've just never tried it. But go on ahead. I can arrange for the facial. I'll still be here when you get back from your car."
As Karl started off to his car, Carrie watched him as he left. "Sheesh" she said to herself. "Tired or no tired, that man still is one hell of a sexy man. Look at how he walks. I'm a goner for sure" she said to herself, under her breath as she quickly started to get the things she was going to need to give Karl a nice, soothing and refreshing morning facial.
Chapter 2 - You Have A Way With Your Hands
As Karl came back to the hair and make-up trailer that Carrie was in , he noticed that she had turned off all the lights in there and had some very nice sounding, but mellow New-Age-ish music on. She was pouring some boiling hot water into a bowl and as soon as she saw Karl said "Oh, there you are. I'm going to need you to take off your jacket and also your shirt if we are going to do this right and to not get anything on your clothes." "Carrie, are you trying to seduce me?" Karl said, jokingly and winked at her. "In your dreams, Kiwi boy" she said with a smirk. "You Americans, no sense of humor!" he said as he rolled his eyes and did what he was told. "And who told you I was an American?" she asked, shockingly. "Carrie, I've been in enough places in my profession where I can tell, believe me, I can." he said, looking at her as if she couldn't figure that one out for herself. "Ah, but can you tell just what part of America I am from?" she said, acting more like if this was some kind of guessing game between them.
"Well, you are not from the south, for I don't detect a drawl, and you are not from the Northeast for you don't sound like a New Yorker or Bostonian. I'd say either the mid-west or west coast. Am I right?"
"Very good, Karl!" she said, giggling. "You do pay attention, don't you?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" he said, kind of put off in how she said that, as if he was an airbrained "mimbo" or something.
"Well Karl, most of the men I've worked on who are as attractive as you are don't really pride themselves on being very astute observers on anything but what revolves around them. I'm glad to hear you are not one of them." she said, with a glint in her eye and a disarming smile that caught Karl off guard, just as he was tossing his shirt over a nearby chair.
As Carrie saw him standing there near her doorway, shirtless, sun barely shining into the dark room, she got a bit weak in the knees. Good God, this man had such an incredible build to him. The nice lightly hairy chest, nice broad shoulders, tiny waist and the way he fit into those jeans, she could tell he had a nice, firm little ass on him too. Karl couldn't help but notice her staring at him, speechless, as well.
"Carrie, are you going to give me a facial now or are you going to keep standing there and undressing me with your eyes?" he said sarcastically, half-joking, half not.
"Ahem, Ah well....sorry Karl, it's just that....." and Karl could see that he had embarrassed the hell out of her for she was as red as a beet and turned back to the bowl of steaming herbs, with her back to him now.
"Fuck!" she thought to herself. "Was I that obvious?"
"Carrie, you know I was only kidding you, don't you?" Karl said, coming towards her, putting his hands gently on her shoulders, caressing them a little. "Carrie, are you going to speak to me now, or are you upset with me? I said I was sorry." and he started to turn her around to him.
"You were right, Karl. It was totally unprofessional of me and I am sorry. Can we just get on with this now?"
"Yeah, I'd like that" he said and he got into the chair. There was a pump on the chair that Carrie was able to use to put the chair up or down. She slowly eased it down and told Karl to close his eyes and relax.
She had made a homemade stimulating mask of peppermint leaves, oatmeal and almond meal. She had ground the herbs in her portable herb grinder, and then, poured the boiling hot water on it to let the ingredients steep a bit before putting it on his face. First, she had to wash his face. She got a steaming hot towel, laid it on his face and when she did, Karl stirred in the chair a bit and said:
"Christ, Carrie, I'd like to have use of my face after this, if you don't mind!"
"Cry baby! Quiet and relax, you'll thank me later!" she quipped rather rudely. "Why is it the one's that are the best looking are the biggest complainers?" she quietly thought to herself.
After a minute of the hot, steaming towel, she got a super-soft cotton wash cloth and had this gentle soap that she had formulated herself which was more or less a baby-type of soap....pure and gentle. Karl let out a contented sigh as she gently washed his face and rinsed it off. Then came the mask. She slowly massaged it into his face, keeping clear of his eyes and his sensitive mouth. She put two slices of cucumber on his eyes, one on each. She leaned down and whispered in his ear: "Now lay here for a bit and listen to the music and let all the stress and worry you feel melt away from your body and your mind." He was about to speak, but she put her hand to his mouth and said "Listen."
The music she had on was Craig Chaquico's "Acoustic Planet." It was all new age guitar and piano music, some of it with a little jazz thrown in, but nothing to break the relaxing feeling of the music and the moment. She had some very nice lavender scented candles in the room not only for light but for the soothing fragrance they gave off. He started to linger off into a dream-like state when all of a sudden Carrie came back and said "Okay, now it's time to rinse that off and get you moisturized and ready."
"Oh, I'm ready, alright. Ready to grab you and kiss your neck for making me feel so damned good and relaxed. I haven't felt this relaxed in a long, long time. Thank you!" he said, smiling at her through the mask, trying to look irresistible. Carrie just let out a huge laugh!
"Karl, have you forgotten that you have an herbal mask all over your face? What a Casanova you are!" she said with a chuckle.
"You sure know how to shut down a man's ego!" he sulked.
"Well, what if the tables were turned, Karl? Don't you think I'd look less than desirable like that?"
"You've got a point there, mate" he said, realizing she was quite right about that.
As she started to wash away the mask, Karl's face got all tingly and light. "Wow!" he said, "That's an incredible feeling."
"You like, huh?" she said, smiling. "Just wait until I massage your shoulders with some peppermint treatment, too. You'll be raring to go."
"You are going to do my shoulders, too? Oh, I love to have massages!"
When she was done, she said "Over here, Karl, come lay down on this!"
It was a masseuse table and she had it to where she could tilt it up at an angle so if she just wanted to do the shoulders or neck, the patient didn't have to lay down at all. All they had to do was to lean against it with all their weight and the table would hold them in that spot, and completely comfortably.
"Hmmm. The things one could do in this contraption!" Karl boasted as his eyebrows lifed.
"Why you kinky boy, you!" Carrie said, half blushing but now thinking the exact same thing since he brought it up and he was standing there half naked in front of her, looking like a chiseled Greek God, with more color in his face now and a more relaxed look to him. "Just lean against the table, Urban, will ya? We're on a schedule here."
"Yes ma'am" and he went and leaned on it, not quite sure to trust if it would hold his weight or not.
"It's alright, Karl. Bigger men than you have leaned on that table and as you see, it still stands."
Karl thought to himself "How in the world did this woman know what I was thinking?"
As she started in on his neck and shoulders, she could still feel how tense some of his body was. She got some of her herbal paste on her hands and vigourously started in on him.
“Oh dear God, Carrie!" Karl exclaimed. "You have a way with your hands! Don't stop, not now, not for a long, long time."
Carrie just smiled to herself and thought "If I can turn this man into putty with just my hands on his neck and shoulders, imagine what I could do with the rest of his body? With each moan, groan and sigh of pleasure, Carrie could feel these currents of warmth traveling all over her body like small fingers caressing her all over. It was almost like how she felt just right before the throws of an orgasm. It was incredible. Just touching him in this intimate way was doing this to her.
And then.....Karl reached around with his right hand and grabbed her mid-section and said "Carrie, you do me in. You, my dear, are the best!"
That did it! She felt a warm, damp feeling in the crotch of her undies and just about died. He had her so turned on, she was beside herself.
Chapter 3 -It’s All In Your Look
Carrie got Karl all moisturized, refreshed and ready for his hair and make-up. Carrie had first gotten into Cosmetology and then, seeing how badly some actors and actresses take care of themselves, she decided to not only offer that in her field but went to school on her off days for the studios and evenings to be a licensed masseuse and skin expert. This way, the studios would not have to hire another person for the staff, Carrie could take care of all of it. She was very sought after due to this. In fact, so many other hair and make-up experts were very jealous of Carrie for getting so much work due to this, so this made a few of them buckle down and start to do the same thing. But for the time being, Carrie was the only one who had already finished and had her degrees. The others were just being left in her dust.
She took Karl to another area of the long, spacious trailer and had him sit in a chair in front of many mirrors and bright lights.
“Okay handsome, let’s make you irresistible!” she said, throwing a drape around him and snapping it in the back.
“I thought you already found me irresistible” Karl said to her, a smirk on his face.
“Karl, sometimes I just wanna….” She said to him, wanting to smack him upside that gorgeous head of his.
“Yeah, I know you do, Carrie. Don’t I know it.”
“Just shut up and go over there to the sinks. God, you are so incredibly conceited!” she said and rolled her eyes.
“I beg your pardon!” Karl said, glaring at her for a second. “Your eyes betray you, Carrie. So don’t you go playing hard-to-get with me, young lady!”
Carrie grew tired of this, so she just leaned him back in the chair and proceeded to wash that beautiful, thick head of raven hair. Karl just closed his eyes and relaxed, not believing just how good it felt when this woman attended to him.
“You really do have wonderful hands, Carrie. You got into the right profession. You could make the most difficult person melt under your touch, my dear.”
She smiled and said “That’s more like it, Karl. Flattery will get you everywhere.”
He smiled back at her and they held one another’s gaze for a few seconds before she told him to close his eyes and let her rinse out the shampoo from his head. As he closed his eyes, she just stood there for a moment, trying to figure out if he was always like this with every woman he came into contact with or if he did have something for her that was somewhat genuine. But never meeting him before and not knowing him, it was hard for her to tell for sure.
She took him over to the chair and told him “Karl, your hair is a bit unruly. Do you mind if I give you a newer cut, you know, a more “contemporary” look? Your hair lends itself to this one style I have in mind.”
“Sure Carrie, just don’t cut it too short, alright? It took me awhile to grow out the Kirill look cut and I don’t want to go that short anytime soon”.
“Thanks, I think you will like it, trust me. I’ve not had anyone complain yet.” She mused.
“Oh, I bet you haven’t!” he said and winked at her.
That sly smile of his. She new he meant that in another way, but she let it go for the moment. Again, as she looked at him from the reflection in the mirror and he back at her….that look. Christ, she knew that this man probably never had a woman ever turn him down before…for anything. The little shit. “He’s getting to you, Carrie. Keep up your resolve. He’s a married man, you a recent divorcée, don’t go crazy now.”
She started to cut it into layers on the top and left the length and the rest of it intact. Then, she lightly blow dried it just a bit and then added some Tigi “Bed Head” into just those top layers of his new haircut. She fluffed it up a bit, a little bit more blow drying on extremely low while with the other hand, she fluffed it up and teased it a bit more.
“Voilà, Karl, what do you think?"
“Wow, I never knew my hair could look like that. You are incredible, Carrie.”
“Thank you, glad you approve. Now, let’s do a bit of make-up. You won’t need much. That facial worked wonders.”
She proceeded to get that going when the photographer, Craig Owen, stepped in.
“Is it safe to come in?” he asked.
“C’mon in, Craig. What do you think? Can you work with this?” Carrie said, spinning Karl around in the chair towards him.
“Yes, I do believe I can.” Craig said. “Hello Karl, my name is Craig, nice to meet you, mate”
“Same here. Thank you for having someone so talented as Carrie here to work on me. I’ve never looked or felt so good.” Karl said, looking up at Carrie and smiling.
The next thing he did made Carrie get even more wet. With his left hand, he reached up and grabbed her left ass cheek and squeezed it just a bit. Craig did not see this, Karl had his hand shielded by the chair just enough. God, his hand felt so good there. It fit just perfectly on her cheek. She tried to keep her composure but she had to say abruptly:
“If you two will excuse me. Bathrooom break.”
She left the guys to talk a bit and get to know one another before the shoot. As she was in the bathroom and got the door closed behind her, she just about melted onto the floor. “Christ Carrie, get it together. This is not the only good looking actor that has tried to come on to you or just intensely flirted with you. Why are you getting all “gooey” like this for? You are not a 16 year old girl. Get a grip, woman!”
But she couldn’t help it. The man just had this “something”, she couldn’t put her finger on it, it was just there. An animal magnetism of sorts but it went even deeper than that. A confidence that didn’t come off as conceit or ego. And she knew he knew that it was getting to her. “Go out there, get him dressed and do your job, Carrie” she scolded herself.” He’ll be gone in a few hours. Then it will be over."
Or so she thought….
Chapter 4 - Wow! Do You Ever Look HOT!
Carrie came out to find Karl alone, sitting and waiting for her when she got back out of the bathroom.
“Craig had to go and check the lighting on the area’s where he wanted to shoot me. He also let me in on what he was going for, the “man about town” look but for my native New Zealand to come into focus in the backround.
“By the way, mind if I smoke?” he asked and he pulled out a small container of sterling silver and opened it up. Inside were a few very expensive, thin cigars.
“Normally, I hate it when people smoke, but cigar smoke does not bother me as much, so go ahead. I had no idea you smoked.” She said , a bit surprised.
All she had heard about this guy was that he was into healthy food most of the time and exercised a lot. She never would of thought smoking would of gone along with that, let alone cigar smoking. But at least, from what she’d heard about cigar smoking, is that it usually doesn’t cause lung cancer. Ah, but throat and mouth cancer’s, well….that was another story. She hoped he didn’t smoke enough to make that option even the remotest possibility.
He pulled a lighter out of his pocket and began to light up and Carrie seeing this, came up with a brilliant idea.
“Why don’t we have you in a nice suit, but not a super dressy one, a more comfortable one, and have you smoking that cigar during the shoot. I think it would lend an air of seductiveness and sophistication. “What do you think, Karl?” she said, going over to the men’s rack of nicer clothing, starting to sort through it.
“I like it. Now, if we can just get Craig to approve it, I think it may work.” He said, and winked at her.
”You’ve done many of these before, haven’t you?” as he walked up to her to see what it was she was sorting through.
“Enough to know what most of these photographers are looking for, and from what I understood of what Craig discussed with me and now you, yeah, I think it will be no problem to convince him of that. Especially, Wow! Just look at you! You are a natural with a cigar.” She said, looking up at him.
There it was again, that “look.” They held one another’s gaze again for a few moments. Then, there was a knock on the door. It was Craig’s assistant, Jerry.
“Craig wanted me to tell you to be out here in 10, okay?” said Jerry, not noticing that he had just broken up something that could have become well… something.
Carrie cleared her throat and pulled out a nice, crisp, clean white dress shirt, set it to one side, then pulled out a wool black tie and then asked Karl “What color of suit do you prefer, black , brown or grey?”
“Whatever you have that will fit me.” He said with a chuckle.
“I’m here to look good for you guys, so whatever fits and will make that happen, I’ll do it.”
She pulled out a charcoal black suit and slacks and told him to go and pick out his own shoes. Then she showed him the dressing room to change.
“What, you mean you don’t want to be in there to make sure things fit just right?” Karl said with a wicked look in his eyes.
“Karl…..just put it on, any adjustments we need to make, I will do once you get back out here, okay?” Carrie said, trying not to let him see her flustered yet again. But her insides were like jell-o, just thinking of being in there and helping him “dress.” “I’d rather help him “undress” she thought to herself as he grabbed the clothes and headed for the dressing room.
“Sure you won’t change your mind, love?” Karl said, smirking.
Carrie just threw a towel at him and said “Get going, Urban!”
About 5 minutes had passed and then, when Carrie was least expecting it, Karl came out and she just about fell on the floor with just how excruciatingly handsome he looked. She just needed to do a touch up of his hair.
“Wow, do you ever look HOT!” she said, almost having to wipe the drool from the sides of her mouth as he walked towards her.
“Well Carrie, most of it is due to you, babe” and he came up and kissed her on the cheek. After he did, he stayed by her side just for a minute and lingered. Neither he nor Carrie said a thing, they just enjoyed this intimate little bit of closeness between them. Then Karl said in her ear “My, Carrie, you smell good...”
Just the feel of the whispered words in her ear, his nearness, the way he looked, she grabbed hold of his arm and said “Karl, why are you doing this to me?”
“Doing what, love?” He said, and helped her steady herself. Then there it was again…that look. They just stood there, looking at one another. No words spoken, verbally. It was all spoken with their eyes.
Carrie broke the silence first. “Karl, let me touch up your hair just a bit before you go out and dazzle Craig, alright?”
And she sat him down in the chair, spritzed up his hair with her hands and a spray bottle of water and then, walked him to the door.
“I’ll be out in a second, I just need to clean up a bit in here.” she said.
“Aren’t you going to be out here in case I need touch-ups and just to watch?” Karl said, puzzled.
“Yeah, as I said, just a minute, alright?”
“See you then” he said and walked off in the direction of the crew that had gathered there while he and Carrie spent so much time in the hair and make-up trailer. Carrie went and sat in the chair Karl had just been in and looked at herself in the mirror.
“Fuck Carrie he’s a married man! He’s probably just a flirt, why are you letting this man do this to you? Are you insane?” She just sat there for a moment, remembering how his lips felt on her cheek, the way his whispered words felt inside her ear…..this man was lethal, plain and simple. He was killing her, just killing her!
Chapter 5 - Touch Me Up, Will Ya Babe?
Carrie went out to find that they had starting shooting Karl already. He had his coat off, Craig’s assistant was holding it, and Craig was able to get these gems right off the bat:
Karl looked over to see Carrie watching the shoot intently and after these few shots:
He called her over to help him loosen his tie, since he didn’t want to mess up anything she had done. Craig had asked for the tie to come undone and now, for a bit more of a casual look, but still with the suit. “Touch me up, will ya babe?” Karl asked her. As she stepped away, Craig thought the silhouette of Carrie’s shoulder and hair and the way the sunlight hit it was an interesting contrast to the man in the backround, smoking, his hand up as if to ask her not to leave. Karl’s hand was up because he didn’t understand what Craig was doing. He was trying to tell him that Carrie was still too close to him for Craig to of taken a clear shot. Craig knew what he was doing. The result was this picture:
In the main trailer, where everyone went to eat and where Craig’s studio’s main offices were, there was a room that faced back from the ocean. It had many windows and lots of light and before they headed in there, Craig yelled to Carrie to go and get a black leather jacket for Karl. She had to go over to Karl to check his coat size again and Karl said to her: “You look lovely in that black dress. We should go to lunch after this.” Carrie just smiled and said : “We’ll see if there is time, okay?” “Still playing hard to get are you?” Karl said, looking at her with that “look” again. “Not in front of everybody, Karl, what are you trying to do?” “What?” he said, looking at her with a sly grin. “You bastard” she said gigglingly and ran off to the trailer to fetch the black leather jacket.
This picture was the result of Karl being in Craig’s studio office:
Carrie got an idea and said to Craig:”What about a picture or two with the tie off, the collar of the coat turned up. And see, I brought out this black shirt. We could maybe do a few of him in this black shirt, black leather jacket, to completely contrast the backround, what do you think Craig? Too much black?” “No Carrie. You have such a good eye. No wonder I use you so much. Those were great ideas!” Craig said and hugged her. “Thank you”. The result of her ideas were these shots:
Once Craig was able to proof some of the initial shots he took ( he went in to use his studio. They were on a 10 minute break ), he came out and said “These shots turned out fantastic. That will be all today. You may all go now and be on with your day. Thank you all very much for your time and your efforts. They were greatly appreciated.”
Craig went over to shake Karl’s hand again and thank him personally. As Craig and Karl were talking, Karl saw Carrie heading to the make-up trailer alone out of the corner of his eye. “It was nice working with you, too Craig” Karl said. “Will you excuse me. I need to go and get my “street clothes” on now. I have a lunch date I don’t want to miss.”
Chapter 6 - Why Are You Afraid Of Me?
As Carrie was in her trailer, straightening things up, Karl burst in and said “So, we are done quite earlier than expected. I’m famished, myself. How ‘bout that lunch I spoke of earlier? Are you game, Carrie?”
She just kept on doing what she was doing, trying to avoid him because she knew if she went out to lunch with him, this “thing” between them may just end up going much further than she was comfortable going with him.
“Carrie, did you hear me, babe? What’s the matter?” he asked, slowly walking towards her, wondering if he’d said or done something to upset her.
“Karl” she said finally, looking at him square in the eye. “You are a married man and I am a divorcee’. If you were single, I may just go on out with you and not worry about what would happen afterwards but in this case….” letting in a heavy sigh under her breath. “It’s just not a good idea, at least, not for me, okay? “
“Carrie” Karl said, putting his hand on her shoulder. “Would it help to know that right now, Nat and I are going through a bad patch and that I am staying at a friends place until we get things sorted out. Yes, I do want us to be able to salvage our marriage but since we are not under the same roof, what’s the harm in a little lunch with a female friend?”
“Is that all this is, Karl, lunch with a friend?” Carrie asked, looking at him seriously. “It’s whatever you want it to be, I promise” he said, giving her a reassuring kind of look.
Karl went and got himself back into his own clothes while Carrie finished up. He brought out the clothes he had borrowed and handed them to Carrie.
“You have impeccable taste, you know that?” he said as he helped her get them into the bag for the cleaners.
“I have to, it’s the business I’m in.” she quipped.
When she turned around, Karl grabbed her, pulled her to him and started to kiss her on the lips. Carrie started to pull away, to protest. But Karl just kept up his gentle assault of her moist, waiting lips. After a few seconds of hesitation, Carrie was returning Karl’s kiss, just as passionately as he was giving to her. When they were done, she broke from Karl’s embrace and just stood there a moment, staring at him, and he at her.
Finally, Karl broke the silence and said: “Why are you afraid of me, Carrie?”
She tilted her head to the side and said “Well Karl, it’s like this. You are the kind of guy that I know I could fall for, really hard! And well, seeing that you are just separated and you just admitted to me that you wanted to salvage your marriage, where, dear Karl, does that leave me in all of this, huh?”
Karl just looked at her and said “Some guy has really done a number on you, hasn’t he? Let me guess; it was your ex-husband, am I right?”
Carrie just turned her back on him and went to go get her purse and her jacket.
“Carrie, what is it going to take to get you to trust me just a little bit?” Karl said to her, gently grabbing her arm and practically begging her in his tone of voice. “Would it help you to know that I have not been with another woman, not even my ex for about 5 months now?”
“Karl….”she pleaded. “I just don’t want to get my heart broken by you.”
“Is that what you think I am out to do, Carrie? Purposely break your heart?” he said, puzzled that she could even think that is what he was out to do to her.
“I didn’t say you’d purposely do it, Karl, but I know you have the ability to do so.” She said, tears starting to well up in her eyes.
“Oh babe, now don’t you go and start crying on me now. I can’t stand it when women do that. C’mon now. Let’s talk about this over lunch, alright? Just let me buy you lunch and we can talk and have a few drinks and who knows.”
It’s the “who knows” part that I’m worried about” she said, starting to come out of the tears.
Karl took her by the hand and said “I’m not taking no for an answer. If it makes you feel any better about any of this, you can follow my car. I know of a great place not far from here, alright?”
“Okay Karl, sheesh, you just will not let me be, will you?” she said, starting to chuckle.
“Now that I’ve kissed you and seen how good that was, hell no, not on your life, woman. Now follow me. I am in the black BMW over there” as he pointed to his 2005 BMW 525i.
“Okay, just so you know I am following you and not someone else, I am in that blue Audi over here “ she said, walking to her 2002 Audi A4.
“See you there” Karl said and headed to his car.
As Carrie got into her car and waited for Karl to head on out so she could follow him, she said to herself “Fuck Carrie! What the HELL are you doing? You are in so much trouble now.” But she found herself taking off right behind him and followed where he lead like it was the normal thing to do. She had no idea where he was taking her or where this all would lead but she just could not refuse this man, no matter how hard she tried. He just knew how to break down her defenses and blow all her objections to hell and a handbasket.
Chapter 7 -Attraction Is A Natural Instinct, My Dear
As Carrie followed behind Karl, he took her on a lovely drive along the Northern New Zealand coastline. Some of the area reminded her of the areas of Highway 1 around California’s Carmel district ( where Clint Eastwood, himself, was once the mayor of the town ). She was starting to relax a bit and even starting thinking about the lunch, itself; the conversation they’d have, if he’d sit next to her or across from her, if he’d touch her some more…..if he’d kiss her again. Damn! That kiss still had her reeling. The man had such nice, soft, luscious full lips, knew how to use his tongue. He kissed her like he had known her intimately, deeply already, as if he knew just how to elicit the kind of response from her that would shake her resolve, make her crumble into pieces before his feet. Yep, the man was lethal! But now, for some reason, it didn’t scare her like it did before. It excited her and she could not wait to see what this man had up his sleeve. It was a fun and dangerous game she now wanted to play out with him.
Karl pulled up to a nice, rustic looking place overlooking the small island called Aotea (Maori name), Great Barrier (English name ), on the Northeastern side of the Auckland Metropolitan area. There were other islands scattered all over the bay there, as well. Karl was to tell her later that they were in the Haruki Gulf area, in a town called Waiheke. The restaurant he took her to was at a winery there, the Stonyridge Winery. Their restaurant , the “Veranda Café”, served some of the freshest and best Mediterranean fare anywhere in the area. And Karl knew the chef personally, a jovial fellow by the name of Tony Moss.
As Carrie parked her car and headed towards Karl, Tony came out to greet them, personally. Karl had called ahead on his cell phone in the car to let Tony know he was coming and was bringing a “special guest.”
“Hey Karl, you old dog!” Tony said to him as the men shook hands, gave one another a hug and did the things men do when they haven’t seen one another in a bit. Then Karl brought Carrie over to meet Tony.
“You weren’t kidding, Urban. She is special, indeed.”
Carrie just blushed and held out her hand. “Let me show you two to the private patio. Follow me.”
Karl grabbed Carrie’s arm and escorted her to where Tony led. Carrie gasped at the view . Karl and Carrie sat at an outside table in the early afternoon sun, overlooking the vineyard. And out to the left and beyond, you could see the edge of Aotea Island, the surrounding islands and the Pacific Ocean.
Karl ordered for them both. He got them an antipasti plate and an olive plate with freshly baked bread. It came with one of the wineries best sparkling wines, Fallen Angel Bubbles. At first, when they started their lunch, Karl was sitting directly across from Carrie. But as the meal progressed and the sun was shining quite brightly in Karl’s face, he asked her politely if he could sit next to her. Yes, he did need to move because he had forgotten his sunglasses in the car but; he also wanted to get closer to her.
During their sharing of some of the champagne and the hors d’ouvres, they had held one another’s hands, winked at one another, Karl had kissed her hands, etc. They were getting very flirty, a bit tipsy and a lot more comfortable around one another. Though Karl ordered the starters, he did let Carrie order her own entrée’ from the menu. He felt he better not overstep his boundaries on the first date. But before both of them ordered, he took his seat next to her and they shared a menu. Carrie ordered the fish of the day, which was Mahi-Mahi in an olive-oil, lemon herbed braised sauce and Karl ordered the Prime Angus Filet of Beef.
All through waiting for their meals, they kissed, caressed and soaked up the lovely views. Carrie voiced her concern for them both driving due to them drinking so early in the day and she knew she was already too drunk to drive. She wondered if Karl was, too. “Not to worry, babe. There is a nice place not far from here. If you want, I can call them now and reserve their Venus suite. It’s a bed and breakfast. If we can’t make it out of there this evening, not to worry” he said as he smiled at her wickedly, knowing full well he didn’t plan on going anywhere but that bed and breakfast with her for the rest of the night.
“Karl”, Carrie said. "What is it about me that attracted you to me? I mean, a man in your position must meet hundreds of women the way your travel around to do your movies and all. I am certainly not in that league.”
Karl just smiled at her and said “Carrie my dear, Attraction is a natural instinct. Someone either makes you feel a certain way or they don’t. I don’t really try and analyze it. It just is.”
And he looked at her very intently and then…he kissed her long and hard. Carrie now wished they did not have to deal with the food they just ordered. With that kiss, she was ready to go with Karl anywhere and take this flirtation to the next logical step.
Chapter 8 - I’m Not Trying To Rape You!
Karl and Carrie decided that they were both way too intoxicated to drive anywhere, so Karl asked his friend, Tony, to see if they could get the dinner valet to park his and Carrie’s cars in the underground garage until tomorrow morning or afternoon sometime. Tony didn’t seem to think that’d be a problem. So, after giving the valet the keys, they got a taxi to take them up the coast a bit to the second hotel Karl had thought about taking her. He had decided not to take her to the other place. Too many past memories of he and Natalie. Tonight, he did not want to think of Natalie. She had been dating other people, he found out from a friend. It was time he decided to do the same, since neither of them could decide exactly what to do to reconcile at the time being.
The taxi pulled up to a beautiful place overlooking the beach at Oneroa. It was a nice, expansive estate, with vineyards and olive groves around. It was very exotic and tropical looking. It was called the Owhanake Bay Resort, Karl told her. Karl asked Carrie if she cared to take a stroll along the beach after they booked themselves a room.
“Sure, why not, Karl. The worst we can do in our condition is drown!” Carrie laughed in her very accommodating tipsy tone.
“It doesn’t take much to loosen you up, does it?” Karl said to her, smiling wickedly.
Carrie smiled back at him and said “Oh, so you think just because I’m a bit drunk that you can have your way with me, do you?” and started to head to the bathroom.
“Well, I’m not trying to rape you or anything. I know you want it just as badly as I do, Carrie. Don’t deny it!”
She closed the bathroom door and after she relieved herself, she looked at herself in the mirror and splashed some cold water on her face. “Carrie, don’t play too hard to get, but at the same time, don’t be a total pushover” she told her reflection.
As she got out of the bathroom, Karl had taken off his shoes and shirt and was on the phone, talking to the front desk, ordering something, but since she came in at the tail end of the conversation, she was not quite sure.
“I’ve taken the liberty of ordering us some more “beachlike attire” he informed her.
“Really Karl, and just how did you know what size to get me?” she said, curiously.
“Carrie, you don’t give me enough credit, woman. Working around several women in my life and living with Natalie for so many years, I’ve gotten quite good at guessing what size a woman will wear by her height and build” he said, very sure of himself.
“Oh really!” Carrie said. “So Karl, what size am I?” she asked, hoping to prove him wrong, why, she was not sure.
“You, dear Carrie, are a size 10, am I right?”
“What?!” she yelled at him, “Try again, Karl. I can’t believe you’d think I was that large, look at how small my bone structure is!”
Karl laughed heartily and said “Carrie, you are a size 10 by New Zealand standards. I keep forgetting you are an American, though listening to you, I can’t really see how. In America, I believe a size 10 here is a size 6 there. Is that about right for American sizes?”
“Yes, yes it is. Exactly right!” she said, clearly puzzled. Karl just beamed. Carrie just scratched her head in wonder.
A few moments later, there was a light knock on the room door. As Karl answered it, an employee said “We hope these are to your liking, Mr. Urban, but if not, please let us know and we will try again.”
Karl looked over the clothing they had brought and said politely “These will do just fine, thank you” and tipped the man quite handsomely. Karl laid out the clothing on the bed and asked Carrie “So, what do you think?”
“Oh Karl!” she said and wrapped her arms around him. “It’s beautiful”.
Karl had ordered her a nice, tropical but tasteful floral print in shades of blue ( to match her eyes ) bikini top and matching bottoms and a very sexy but feminine sheer wrap that tied around the side of the waist that was slit up the side. Karl got a nice tank top, Hawaiian print shirt and some solid black shorts to wear. “Let’s go take a walk along the beach and talk, shall we babe?” Karl said and started to undress.
Carrie started to blush and said “Do you want me to go to the other room and change, Karl?”
He just smiled and said “Why would I want you to do anything of the sort. We can do this in front of each other. We are both adults here.”
She knew he was right but as she tried to get herself dressed, she kept sneaking peeks at him and he at her. She knew that sooner or later they were going to end up all over one another but neither one of them wanted to force the issue. They wanted it to happen at the right moment in time. This was a nice, slow, wonderous seduction on both of their parts.
Karl took her hand after they were done changing and led her down a nice, sandy path to the crystal blue Pacific Ocean, past rolling vineyards and stately olive groves. The nice, warm ocean breeze caressing their skin, a smile on both their faces, the look of seduction deep in both of their eyes. This was going to be a very special afternoon and evening. Oh yes, it was.
Chapter 9 - God, You Feel So Good, Baby!
Karl and Carrie walked hand and hand down the beach, talking, laughing, getting their feet wet, etc. Finally, he turned to her and said “I’m getting a bit warm. Let’s say we have a dip, how does that sound, love?”
And before she could get any words out at all, Karl had his shirt and sandals off and was heading for the water, full-force. Carrie just nodded her head and took off her wrap and sandals and followed him, closely.
Once they were out a little ways, Karl came and cuddled up to her and said “Now, doesn’t this feel a might bit better, babe, eh?” Carrie said nothing but just held on to him and looked in his eyes. Damn, he was a handsome man. Why wasn’t he single? Why did he still have to be married, albeit seperated. The man admitted to her that he and Natalie were working on their marriage, but he also said that she had dated a bit since the split. She was so confused but was falling farther and farther into lust and God knew what else with this man. He was just too fucking hard to resist.
They fondled and kissed in the water and then, Karl started stroking her thighs. He went up higher until he got a few fingers under the elastic of her bikini bottoms and started to feel his way around her mound.
“Karl!” Carrie gasped. He said nothing, he just looked at her with those smoldering eyes of his and started kissing her like there was no tomorrow. And the more fervent their kiss, the more he’d probe around until he found her swollen clit. Once there, he mercilessly fingered her there and all up and down her very wet and wanting slit.
“Oh babe, you like that, huh?” he purred to her.
Carrie was breaking from their kiss every now and then, letting out gasps and sighs of pleasure, relief, wishing he’d take her out of the ocean and have mercy on her and just let her cum already. Karl must of read her mind because he let loose of her crotch and started to pull them to shore. When they got there, Karl grabbed her wrap and laid it out like a towel and laid her down. He got on top of her once she laid down and started to slowly hump on her. She could feel he was as hard as a rock, nibbling her ear, kissing her neck, telling her in hot whispers how much he wanted her, right then, right now.
He got off of her suddenly and dropped his shorts. Carrie just about choked for a second. “Oh shit!” she thought, “ Look at that thing!” she swallowed hard and Karl knelt down next to her and slowly helped her out of her suit. Seeing her naked was almost too much for him. He laid next to her, took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. Then, he broke the kiss and started to slowly kiss, lick and fondle her body, starting with her ear, her neck, her shoulder, until he got to her breasts. They were a bit cold and damp, so Karl licked and sucked on one of the already hard, stiffened peaks, while he caressed the other breast in his hand and then slowly, expertly squeezed and flicked the other nipple with his forefinger. Carrie’s cries of ecstasy and release were getting to him. He got her up to a leaning position and got her on her back and started working his way further, to her hot, moist pussy lips. She was so wet, it drove him wild!
He continued on with his merciless assult on her crotch but this time, with his mouth and his fingers. Carrie was writhing and trashing about, calling out Karl’s name over and over again. It finally got to be too much for him and he had to enter her or he was going to let loose all over her wrap and the surrounding sand about them. He lifted her legs over his neck and shoulders and slowly, ever so slyly, entered her inch by inch by inch. With every stoke, Carrie lost all of her sense of reality or reasoning and just gave in to the animalistic passion that was engulfing them both. She was coming completely undone. Karl could not believe how good she felt. It was incredible.
“God, you feel so good, baby!” Karl said and increased his speed, watching every single thing that was going on with Carrie. She was moaning and crying his name, playing with her tits and nipples, asking him to give it to her, give it to her hard, harder, do me. Karl was sucking it up like a kid with a lollipop.
He knew all day she was fighting the urge to give in to him and he knew he’d break her down sooner or later. He was so glad it was sooner. He was not sure how much longer he could of waited for her. She did things to him. Things he’d not had someone do to him in a long time. And it excited as well as worried him. And now, here making passionate love to her, he wondered how he could ever do without her.
Finally, Karl dropped her legs and just got on top of her to kiss her and be closer to her as they made feverish love to one another. Carrie started to claw at his back, to bite his neck, lick his ear, say nasty things to him to encourage him. Carrie started to feel her orgasm coming on. She couldn’t hold back any longer. This man was the best sex she had ever had and she finally just gave in to the complete bliss this man was giving to her body.
“Ooh, look at her!” Karl thought as he saw her face contort with her release and felt her cunt tighten and moisten around his engorged manhood. “She’s so beautiful when she orgasms” he was thinking.
Just as she was starting to come to the end of her sexual journey into heaven with him, Karl couldn’t hold back any longer and instead of doing it inside of her, he pulled out and said, “Carrie, do you care to taste me, baby?”
She didn’t need to be asked twice. Carrie grabbed his manhood from his hand and started to suck on his cock like she was a hungry animal. Her taste on him added something to her enjoyment of it, knowing he had been down there, licking and slurping away before he fucked her to oblivion. Karl grabbed her head and helped her head bob up and down on his monster of a cock. “Oh yeah, Carrie, suck me baby, suck me dry!” and soon enough, he was shooting his gooey essence into her ready and wanting lips.
She could not believe how incredible he tasted. Once she was done, they laid back down just for a minute until Karl said “We better get back to the room. I hope to God we didn’t have an audience, but as far as I can tell we didn’t!” he said, starting to smile and giggle just a bit.
“Karl, I had no idea this was not a private beach!” Carrie said, a bit embarrassed and self-conscious.
“Don’t worry babe. As I said, I didn’t see anyone around and I am sure we are not the first people who have had some passion on this beach. Look at this place!” he said, reassuringly.
Carrie just quickly got dressed as did Karl and he grabbed her hand and said “That was round one. I’ve more in store for you, babe.”
Carrie just looked at him and didn’t know what to say. She knew she could not refuse him now. Not after all of that. No way, no how! What else did he have in store for her? Only time would tell…
Chapter 10 - I Didn’t Promise You A Relationship!
Karl and Carrie made their way back to the hotel room. As soon as they got there, Karl closed and locked the door, pulled the blinds closed, grabbed Carrie by the hand and took her to the bathroom. He let go of her hand, opened the clear glass shower door and started to strip.
“I suggest you do the same, love, unless you want to be dragged in here with what little bit of clothing you have on.”
She couldn’t help herself. His naked body mesmerized her. She could not believe she was alone with him, doing these things. Especially since he was still, technically, a married man. She took off her clothes and joined him in the shower. Karl got the washcloth and got it all soapy and started to wash her. He started with the front of her.
“What about you?” she said, under her breath, totally enjoying how detailed he was getting in his washing of her body. It felt so good. This man had a way of knowing how to make a woman purr.
“Turn around” he said, looking at her with his “fuck me” eyes.
She slowly turned around and he washed her back, her legs, in between her legs and spent a very long time on her ass. He grabbed the shower head and rinsed her off and when she turned around, he was as hard as a rock again.
He took her hand and led her to the corner of the shower where there was an area to sit one’s toiletries but since this shower was huge and about the size of a “normal person’s” whole bathroom, it was more like a seat that jutted out of the shower wall.
“Kneel up there, would you babe?” he said in a low growl type of command.
As she did, Karl immediately came up behind her and started devouring her neck and shoulders and he slowly started to push her a bit forward and pulled her legs farther apart with his legs. She felt his large manhood on her back and he slid it down and slowly entered her from behind like a dog. He rested his hands on the shower wall on either side of this seat and she helped him in his rhythm. Every time he thrusted, she leaned on back into him to have him go even deeper inside of her. He loved watching his cock slowly go in and out of her love channel. She fit him so tightly but got so wet from him. Carrie was not normally a very vocal lover before she met Karl, but he felt so good and seemed to know just what to do to make her feel wanted, safe, sexy, secure that she threw out all her earlier inhibitions and let him see the Carrie she had been dying to unleash for so many years but was afraid to.
Karl needed this because his sex life with Natalie had become so routine, especially since after their son was born. He practically had to beg her to have sex with him anymore. She said it wasn’t him, but he sensed it was. She was very supportive of his career when they first got together, before marriage, before Hunter. But now that Hunter was getting school aged and Karl was away longer and longer on shoots ( they couldn’t always join him when he was away ), it was getting old for her very fast. She still loved Karl with all of her being. She knew she always would but…..as a marriage partner, she was not so sure she had made the right choice for herself after all. She told Karl she needed the time and space to figure it out. He said he understood but it cut him to the core and like a knife in his back. She knew who he was and what he was trying to accomplish with his career all along. It’s not as if he ever lied to her. And now, well, she was the one who wanted the separation. And here he had a live wildcat in front of him, an earthy gorgeous creature who knew how to let him breathe and feel like himself again. And God damn it all, he was going to enjoy this weekend as if he were a single bachelor again!
Karl sped up his assault on her body and her cunt and was making Carrie moan and groan for dear life.
“You like that, huh baby. You want it harder, deeper, huh, tell me Carrie, what do you want, baby?” he said, cupping her breasts in his hands and squeezing them, nibbling her ear as he said these things to her, ramming her up against the shower wall with such fury with his thrusts.
“Karl, just fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me good, just don’t ever stop! Dear God, just do me, baby. Oh fuck yeah!”
Karl felt her body start to spasm as she started her release and he had to hold on to her tightly for she just about lost the balance of her legs, she was cumming so intensely. She repeated his name over and over and over again and just totally surrendered to him as he forcefully grabbed her hips and ground himself into her mercilessly until he came, but he pulled out and did it all over her ass. He grabbed the shower head and rinsed her off after he gained his composure. He was not sure if she was on the pill or what she used for birth control, but until he got that question answered, he was not going to cum into this woman, not until he was sure she would not end up pregnant on him. That’s all he needed was to knock her up! The thought drove him to distraction!
As Karl got out and dried off and went to go put on some clothes and Carrie was in the bathroom taking care of herself, Karl was on the phone again to room service. He was ordering dinner. After he got off the phone, Carrie popped her head out of the bathroom door and said: “Hey Karl, how long do you think I am going to stay here with you, anyhow?”
Karl looked over to her and said “Whatever do you mean? Don’t you want to stay here with me for the weekend? I thought you knew what I had in mind when we left the restaurant. We talked about this, remember?” and he looked at her with a very confused look on his face. “Carrie, is something the matter? If there is, I wish you’d just come out and say something” he said, trying to gauge what was going on in that gorgeous head of hers.
“Karl, I was very tipsy then and probably would of said or done anything then just to be with you. And it’s not that I am not enjoying this. I most certainly am, but Karl….You are a married man. Where can this possibly lead us?” she said, matter-of-factly. “Well Carrie, I didn’t promise you a relationship, now did I? “ he said, looking rather annoyed. “I thought we were just two consenting adults, enjoying one another’s company, no strings attached and now you are trying to get all heavy and philosophical on me. What’s this anyhow? What did you think?”
Carrie just went back into the bathroom, feeling like a total idiot. She knew he was right, but she still felt as if she was sort of being used by this man and she was stupid enough to let him charm the pants off of her, literally. She didn’t like to feel she was being taken advantage of. And well, she was not too sure that was not what was going on with him. Karl came and looked at her from the doorway.
“Carrie….you are very special to me, yes. I like you, I like your company very much. And after this weekend, I have no idea, truthfully, when or where I will see you again, if ever. You seemed to be just as attracted to me as I was you and I thought you knew what we were getting into here. If I didn’t make that clear, I am sorry but I am not sorry we ended up having sex together. I thought it was fantastic!” he said, grinning, making her totally melt under that charm of his.
She leaned over and kissed him and said “So, what’d you order for dinner, sexy? Anything we can eat off of one another?”
“Ah, now that’s more like it, babe. You’ll see, oh yeah, you’ll see!” he said, as he turned to let her finish up and he just grinned from ear to ear, knowing he had successfully talked himself out of a sticky situation.
He was in no mood to have his what he thought was going to be a near perfect weekend end up with him having to deal with a woman who was trying to get too clingy on him. He’d have none of that. All he wanted from this weekend was to get fucked and sucked senseless and try to forget that his marriage to Natalie may just be falling apart at the seams. But she was the one who started dating first. He couldn’t just sit there and let her mind fuck him. No, he was going to enjoy this and hopefully make a good friend in the process. “To hell with Natalie!” he thought. “Eat your heart out, baby. I’m getting laid too!”
Chapter 11 -Love Comes Quickly
Sooner or later, this happens to everyone
To everyone
You can live your life lonely
Heavy as stone
Live your life learning
And working alone
Say this is all you want
But I don't believe that it's true
'Cause when you least expect it
Waiting round the corner for you
Love comes quickly, whatever you do
You can't stop falling (Ooh ooh)
Love comes quickly, whatever you do
You can't stop falling (Ooh ooh)
You can live a life of luxury
If that's what you want
Taste forbidden pleasures
Whatever you want
You can fly away to the end of the world
But where does it get you to?
'Cause just when you least expect it
Just what you least expect
Love comes quickly, whatever you do
You can't stop falling (Ooh ooh)
Love comes quickly, whatever you do
You can't stop falling (Ooh ooh)
I know it sounds ridiculous, but speaking from experience
It may seem romantic, and that's no defense
Love will always get to you
Sooner or later, sooner or later, this happens to everyone
To everyone
You can fly away to the end of the world
But where does it get you?
Love comes quickly, whatever you do
You can't stop falling (Ooh ooh)
Love comes quickly, whatever you do
You can't stop falling (Ooh ooh)
Love comes quickly, whatever you do
You can't stop falling (Ooh ooh)
(Oooh)
Love comes quickly, whatever you do
You can't stop falling (Ooh ooh)
Love comes quickly, whatever you do
You can't stop falling (Ooh ooh)
Karl and Carrie continued their weekend together, exploring the beach, each others bodies in various sexual encounters inside and outside of the hotel room, and most of all, they explored each others minds. Karl was becoming more and more intrigued with this woman but he knew how to guard his heart. He was a strong man. He knew not to let his emotions or feelings control him and let this little escapade with Carrie be anything more than an enjoyable distraction from what was going on in his real life. It was Carrie who was having this knawing feeling inside.
She knew that Karl was not looking for a relationship with her, or at least, not the type she was looking for. She had been alone for a long time now. She was only here in New Zealand on a Visa, anyhow. She had a lot of work for not only Craig Owen, the photographer, but also for various New Zealand movies that were being filmed. She had gotten a name for herself worldwide, it seemed so at a moment’s notice, she could find herself going to Europe, Australia, New Zealand, hell, wherever she was needed that didn’t conflict with her schedule. She also tried from time to time to run an in-house massage therapy studio out of her home. She was finding less and less time for that. She was starting to get too in demand for the business these days.
“How long did you say you had left here, babe?” Karl said to her, nibbling on her neck after one of their marathon trysts that took them all over the hotel room, on this piece of furniture and that. Karl loved her stamina. She could keep up with him and liked different and new experiences.
“I have to leave in a week. Why, where are you off to next?” she asked with curiosity.
“I have to go up to Canada, British Columbia and the surrounding areas. I am going to be in a Viking/Indian movie called “Pathfinder” he told her.
“Viking/Indian? “she said, a bit perplexed.
Karl spent a bit filling her in on the details and when he did, he got so into it; using his hands and his face lit up just like a kid. She could understand how he got into acting as an profession. What else could this guy do with his life? He was so expressive, passionate and full of life. She was falling for this man. She hated to admit it to herself, but yes. She knew if somehow, things did not turn out for Karl and Natalie, she’d be right there to pick up the pieces for him if he’d only let her. That was it, wasn’t it? If he’d “let” her. She could tell he was a stubbornly independent man.
“Where is it that you said you lived in the states, Carrie?” he asked as he got up and went to go see what they had to munch on in the fridge.
“I live in between the central California towns of Carmel and Big Sur. Why Karl? Thinking of coming to visit me sometime?” she said with a very wicked smile.
“Is that a very long drive to L.A. when you have to do movies up in the states?” he said, wondering how much she even had to travel just to do work from where she lived.
"It takes me about five and a half, six hours. Depends on the traffic and road conditions. I take Hwys. 1 and 101, which go in and out of one another all the way down there. It’s a beautiful drive, really. I’d love to be able to take you some day.”
Then, after saying that, she bit her lip and was hoping he wouldn’t think she was sounding too hopeful or desperate about him and “their situation.” She didn’t want to blow it with this man. If nothing else ever happened between them again, she at least wanted to stay friends with this man and keep in touch. She really found that other than being a fantastic lover, he was so much fun to be around. He was witty, quick, interesting, smart and impulsive. All the things she wished she was, but wasn’t. But she found that when she was with him, he opened her up and made her not so self-conscious about herself. He made her less uptight. She knew that after they had to say goodbye, she’d not find anyone anytime soon she could say that about. And it made her cry inside.
Karl sensed there was something wrong inside of her. He had said to her more than once that maybe they should go and take a cab, get their cars and perhaps, head to her place for their last night before he had to go and see Hunter and Natalie. Then, it’d be off to Canada.
“Carrie, are you alright? Earth to Carrie, Earth to Carrie?” he snapped in front of her face.
She had drifted off into her own little world thinking about him and if there would be anything between them after all of this.
“Oh, I’m alright. I was just thinking of my last week here before I have to go back home. All the stuff I have to do when I get there.”
But Karl knew she was lying. He could see it in her eyes but he was not going to press it. He didn’t want to lead her on and make her think anything could possibly happen between them more than it already had. He had to concentrate on dealing with Natalie and what, if anything, they were going to do. Relationships with other women were on the back burner, unless it meant some good times to be had, but that was the extent of it. Nothing more. But he knew deep down inside he’d miss Carrie, too. She was beautiful, intelligent, great with her hands, and a hell of a bed partner. He’d not cum so much in a weekend since his honeymoon with Natalie long ago.
Karl and Carrie got in the cab and Carrie had her head on his shoulder the short trip over there. When they got to their cars, Karl walked Carrie to her car and asked her: “So, you still want my company tonight? Or are you sick of me by now?”
Carrie smiled and said “Yeah Karl, sick of you I am, you shit! Get in your damned car and follow me ya idiot!”
He grabbed her by the nape of her neck, pulled her to him, smiled and kissed her and said “You, you bad girl, are in for it when we get there. You’ll be begging me for mercy by the time morning comes!”
“Promise?” she smirked at him.
“Ooohhh!” Karl said, his eyes arching in surprise. “You little vixen, you!”
Carrie got in her car and waited for Karl to get into his. When she saw he was in his BMer and ready to go, she took off into the night, down the long, winding road from this beautiful coastal town off to the other side of the hills to Auckland, where her hotel awaited them. She knew that tomorrow morning was going to be one of the hardest days for her since meeting this wonderful man. And she was not looking forward to having to say goodbye. She knew she was in love with this man. That’s all it could be. She didn’t get these feelings often in her life. And she knew it was not just lust. It was something so much more than that. “Carrie, you stupid bitch! What have you gone and done?” she scolded herself. Tears threatened to well up in her eyes but she knew she had to hold them at bay otherwise, she’d not be able to hold up over this last night with him. And she knew she wanted this last night with him to be happy and memorable.
Chapter 12 - Goodbye Doesn’t Mean Forever….
Karl and Carrie ended up against one of her hotel room walls once they got inside. Karl wanted her and he wanted her then and now! Once she got the light on, he grabbed her from behind, turned her around and he was kissing her furiously, passionately on the mouth, all over her face, going towards her earlobe, her neck, shoulder….he had his hands all over her body, pulling down the sleeves of her dress.
Her hands were in his hair, she was mumbling his name, “Karl, oh God baby, oh yes, Aggghhh…” Her blood was on fire in her veins, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. She fumbled for Karl’s zipper, pulled his swollen manhood out of his pants and started to stroke him, which just drove him further and further into a frenzy! He started to tear away at the top of her dress, exposing her flimsy teddy underneath.
He pushed it aside and nibbled on the top of her breasts, and then, with one hand, he put one of her taut nipples in his mouth, sucking it like a hungry child wanting its dinner. Carrie just moaned and let Karl hump on her and take over her body completely. She was his device, she let him use her like she was his whore!
He quit sucking her tit long enough to pull her dress all the way down, leaned up and pulled her g-string from her hips with his mouth, his teeth. Carrie was so hot by now, she was surprised her panties hadn’t spontaneously combusted by now. After her panties were off, he shoved his face in between her legs, parted them a bit with his hands and started to lick her mercilessly on her very swollen nub, sending coursing waves of electricity and heat throughout her body. Karl felt her knees get weak and he lifted her with his hands under her ass, while still licking her up like a kitty drinking milk. He laid her gently on the bed and put her legs around his neck and shoulders.
His licking became more furious now and he stuck first one, then two fingers inside of her, eliciting groans and humping from Carrie. She wanted him and she wanted him this second. He was driving her almost to the brink of sexual oblivion. He sensed this and pulled away from her long enough to strip himself in record time. He got on the bed with her and they proceeded to get into a 69 position and drive one another up the wall with each other’s ministrations to their love tools.
Carrie couldn’t hold back any longer. She started on her climb of ecstasy and Karl let her release into his mouth, riding him until he could hardly breathe. But he didn’t mind. He could of died like that and that would have been fine with him. Her nectar was as sweet as honey. He let her go, pulled his manhood out of her mouth and laid her back gently on the bed and slowly entered her. He made love to her nice and slow, savoring the moment, since he knew this was their last night together. At least, for now it was. He was thinking that maybe, just maybe sometime in the future if things were still unclear with he and Natalie or if they went bust, how he’d like to see this woman again. He not only enjoyed the sex but her company. She was so easy to be around. He wanted to enjoy her essence, her being one last time for this weekend. He was starting to feel a bit drained from all the sex they’d had. And he wasn’t complaining. But this was the most love-making he’d done in months. He was not used to this. But he was enjoying it, none-the-less.
He liked to see her expressions as she made love, liked to kiss her deeply, to watch her play with her tits, rub her nub for him. Yes, she was getting under his skin, too. She was more than just a fuck. She was something special. And he felt very lucky their wavelengths happened to find one another in this practicular place and time.
They stayed in for the night, watching TV, ordering in Chinese and talking into the wee hours of the morning. They finally cuddled up under the covers and drifted off into a very deep, satisfying sleep together. Neither of them quite wanting the weekend to end but knowing full well that in the morning, they’d have to go back to who they were before all of this and carry on the best that they both could.
In the morning, it was awkward for both of them. Carrie made coffee, eggs, some bacon and they ate breakfast, not saying much, but glancing at one another from time to time with a saddened look in both of their eyes. Finally Karl could stand it no more and said to Carrie: “You know, I hope you don’t think I go out and do this all the time, because hell no, I really don’t, Carrie. I’ve had the opportunities, yes, I’m not going to lie to you there, but I knew they were just “fangirls”. It would mean nothing to me but it would to them. And then, the situation I could get into. It’d not be worth it in the long run. A waste of my time and energy. But this, this was special and I hope I am not mistaking in thinking it was for you, too. Am I right there, babe?”
Carrie just smiled not only outside by on the inside, knowing that he was starting to feel it too, that it wasn’t just her. The man had something inside for her, as well. It made her happy and sad at the same time. She was not sure it would ever amount up to anything but this incredible weekend they had that she knew she would never forget, no matter how hard she’d try.
“Karl, all I know is that I’ve not felt this way in a long time about any man. And no, I don’t make a point of sleeping with people I come into contact with in this profession. You know how this one is, Karl. Christ! If that was the case, you’d of heard about me by now from some loud-mouthed, full-of-himself actor. I felt drawn to you, even though at first, I thought you were an arrogant son-of-a-bitch!” she said laughing. “But I’ve come to know that it was just your flirting style. We all have them. Some are just more out there than others. At first, no, to tell the truth, I had no idea what to make of you, Karl. You are one that is sometimes hard to read.”
Karl just looked at her and said: “I’m a Gemini, love. We all are that way. Besides, doesn’t it make it a bit more fun having to figure us out than to have all the cards on the table so soon? We keep it interesting. We are not boring and plodding!” he said, smiling at her and almost killing her with its intensity.
Carrie stopped drinking her coffee, came around to the other side of the table where Karl sat and put her arms around his shoulders and neck and said: “Well Karl, all I want you to know is that if anytime, anywhere you happen to need to talk to me, to see me and it’s in my power to be able to be there for you, I never want you to hesitate to do so, okay? Will you promise me that?” she said, very seriously, stroking the side of his face with one of her hands.
Karl grabbed her other arm, gave it a squeeze and said: “Sure babe, that would be nice. I’d like that.”
Carrie broke free, went to her purse, pulled out her wallet and pulled out a peach-colored card. She handed it to Karl. “So Karl, this is my business card. Remember now, you can call me….anytime. Got it?”
He grabbed the card and said: “Yes, I do. Now, are you going to shower with me or shall I go it alone?”
Carrie gave him a wicked, nasty smile and said: “What do you think, you idiot?”
Karl got up from his chair, threw Carrie over his shoulder with her giggling and they headed for the bathroom, to partake in one another before their parting. Things would never be the same for either of them. And that’s just the way they both liked it.
FIN