Charlotte part 3
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Renee’s words hurt but not as much as I knew as they should. I sensed something was wrong. Her attitude had changed over the last month, after she returned from a family camping trip. She was less affectionate towards me, less attentive when we were alone.
‘I’ve found someone,’ she told me. The words shocked me, but didn’t cut me. There was no dagger to the hurt, no stomach upset. I didn’t beg her to stay with me, didn’t act childish. I could have shown her the two acceptance letters, the two novels I wrote and submitted while we dated, show her that I, too, can make the money she needs to live ‘in a lifestyle commensurate to her well-being’. I did none of that, I acted appropriately and left her apartment.
Yes, there were tears once I sat in my car. Who wouldn’t if the person you thought loved you told you they no longer did? After taking ten minutes to wallow in sorrow, I collected myself and headed to home. I knew what I needed to do, to improve my feeling and to get Renee out of my mind. I needed to go to the family cabin at Charlotte Falls. This was where I needed to go to recharge my batteries and begin to move forward.
The cabin had been in my family since 1939, when the New York City socialite owner passed away and willed it, the artificial lake – a swimming hole in reality – and surrounding land to my grandfather, the only person in Charlotte Falls that who treated the woman with honor and grace. When he passed away in 1963, the property passed to my father and his siblings, though only he and an uncle were willing to pay the taxes and keep up the land.
Over the years, they repaired and remodeled the cabin, adding a second bathroom and a third bedroom. My Uncle Francois had no family of his own, my aunt passing away a month after I was born and he never remarried. He treated my siblings and I like his own. When I turned 18, he gave me a key to the cabin, telling me to use it whenever I wanted, to use it as a getaway, and as a place of solitude when I wanted to write.
I drove up the freshly rolled gravel driveway to begin a new chapter in my life. I had my writing supplies with me – leather-bound journal, legal pads, pens, pencils, thesaurus, and dictionary – in case the Muse struck. I had my trunk filled with food, drink, and sundry items. I had clothes, picnic blanket, and beach towels not so neatly packed in a duffle bag and large suitcase. I even had a lantern. This wasn’t camping per se, but I prepared myself for it. I parked the car by the side door, closest to the kitchen, and began to unload.
By the afternoon, everything was in its proper place: clothes put into the master bedroom chest, writing items on the desk, food in the fridge and cabinets, paperbacks and hardcover on the back porch. I made and took my lunch of a sandwich and cold can of Dr Pepper outside. I took a bite of the sandwich before I picked up the paperback anthology of science fiction short stories. Before I could read, I noticed that someone had a blanket and picnic basket across the lake.
The family owned the property surrounding the lake, up to and including the pine and ash groves that separated the water from the town property. I didn’t know who had the picnic, but I needed to.
As I approached the picnic, I heard female voices coming closer, coming from the woods. One I recognized as that of bookstore owner Emma Van der Heyden, the other with a soft and almost indistinguishable Southern inflection was unfamiliar. Lottie, as everyone called Emma for reasons I wasn’t sure, stepped out of the pines.
‘Oh hi, Nicholas,’ she said, startled. Regaining her composure, she looked at me with her deep blue eyes and smiled. ‘I bet you’re wondering what we’re doing here.’
‘That had crossed my mind.’
She grinned knowingly before widening her eyes. She turned to her friend. ‘Oh, I am such an ill-mannered person. Nicholas, this is my friend Annalise De Bruyne, visiting me from Georgia.’
I looked to her left and saw a wide smile on a round face. Her eyes were brown, as was her hair. Like Lottie, she was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, clothing used to walk through the woods.
‘I’m Nicholas,’ I said as way of introduction.
‘I’m Annalise, but Lottie already said that.’ She offered up her hand and I gently squeezed it. She was nervous: her palm was sweaty. I looked into her eyes and saw something familiar, something that I saw when I first met Renee. It couldn’t have struck twice, could it?
Lottie smiled at me, ‘Your Uncle Francois has been letting some of us use the pond on hot days this year. He didn’t think your father would mind.’
I took my eyes from Annalise and nodded. ‘Yeah, I don’t think he’d mind. Not when it’s left alone for long stretches of time.’
Lottie nodded. ‘What are you doing here, by the way?’
I sighed, unsure of telling her I lost my girlfriend of two years the day before, that I was here to recharge myself, my soul, and possibly get some new story ideas written. I looked at her and let my smile wash away. I decided to be honest and open to the woman who had been more than a business owner to me: she was one of the reasons why I began to write. ‘I had a breakup with my girl,’ I answered.
Lottie reached out and touched my arm. ‘I’m so sorry.’ She pulled me into her body and wrapped her arms around, held me tight. ‘If there’s anything I can do for you, just let me know,’ she whispered into my ear.
‘I am sorry,’ Lottie’s visitor added. She gently touched my elbow and sighed. ‘You’re too young to have this happen.’
I thanked her. ‘If either of you need anything, the doors are open,’ I added. Both women smiled and thanked me. I left them to their picnic, to their lake and sun time, and returned to the back porch.
I took a sip of the soda before picking up the book and tried to read. They had me distracted. I knew it should be over the fact that my uncle had opened the other side of the lake to the townsfolk, but it wasn’t. It was Lottie and her guest. More specifically, it was their bodies.
Lottie grew up in Charlotte Falls, spending her entire life there except for her four college years in Virginia. In college, she met the man that eventually would be her husband. I saw her almost every weekend when I came with my family to visit one of my sisters or his brother. She worked at her parents’ bookstore when she returned from college and took it over once she married. When she divorced, she dropped the married surname of Best and returned to Van der Heyden.
I never thought of her in the way most young men would. I knew she was large chested and possessed lovely hips, but to me, she was always just Lottie, the woman who pushed me to write. As I was considering what to study in college, she suggested that I minor in either American Literature or English, something that would help my writing. I took her advice and, while majoring in Computer Science, minored in English Language Arts. She was the first person I called when I received notice that I had both of my books published.
I looked across the water and saw that she had removed her t-shirt and shorts. She stood behind the blanket and smiled. She looked fantastic in her dark blue one-piece swimsuit. Her large breasts pushed hard against the fabric. I concentrated, wishing for her to turn around. I wanted to see what her ass looked like. She granted my wish: Lottie turned and displayed her ass. My dirty mind wandered off, until her friend stood.
Annalise was taller than her friend, only by an inch or two. She stood with self-confidence as she removed her sundress. My jaw dropped when I saw this woman wearing a bikini. The white fabric didn’t strain as it did on Lottie, but it left little to the imagination. I knew that once she exited the water, I would get a better view of what was underneath.
I pretended to read, watched them walk to the edge, and hoped they would enter. Both reacted not well: the water was cold. They retr
eated some and spoke to each other before running in and diving under. When they rose, I saw Lottie facing me, her friend away, and the sight that my friend gave me shocked me. Her wet swimsuit was semi-transparent.
Lottie’s breasts were large, bigger than I had imagined. They were round and dropped slightly, something that I adored. Her nipples were stiff, hardened by the water’s temperature. I noticed her areolae were darker than her nipples, though now large in circumference.
My attention quickly shifted Annalise. She rushed out and to the blanket. I caught her wet ass and was not disappointed. As I thought, her body showed through the fabric. I saw her ass perfectly as she swayed to the blanket, to retrieve her towel. When she turned, I looked down. I saw her triangle dark and thick. An evil grin came to my face as I thought of her nude sitting on my bed as I walked into the room.
‘You’re a pervert,’ Lottie called out, noticing me looking. I could only smile and shrug my shoulders.
‘I hope you like what you see,’ she added, not attempting to cover up. She smiled naughtily and stepped backwards towards the shore. She gave me a great look at her body, an excellent view of her breasts, her belly, and as she stood on the shoreline, her pussy.
I had imagined hers as being a hairy triangle, like that of my previous college sweethearts and lovers. I inhaled deeply when I saw hers. Hers wasn’t close: she had a neatly trimmed. She noticed my staring and playfully threw out her chest to me.
‘I guess you do like this,’ she said across the water.
Annalise turned around, toweling off her face. The bottoms of her bikini were soaked, her dark triangle showing through the fabric. I almost dropped my book at the sight. I noticed the water had the same effect on her top. Her nipples were larger than her friend’s, darker pink and lusciously appearing. She realized I was looking when her eyes emerged. Annalise smiled and spread out her arms. I nodded in her direction. She bowed gracefully.
Both women shook their heads and laughed, collapsed onto the blanket. I shook my head, more at my creepy looking at them then their reactions. I picked up the book and let them sunbathe in peace.
I finished the first story – homage to Star Trek written by a college student – when I looked back to the opposite side. Neither Lottie nor Annalise were on the blanket, their picnic basket was missing. I thought to myself that they packed it and returned it to a car. I jumped when I heard feet on the stairs.
‘Hello, Nick,’ Lottie said, scaring me. My heart was racing.
‘I think you shocked him,’ Annalise said in a sweet, Southern tone.
Lottie laughed. ‘It wouldn’t be the first time either.’ She was carrying the basket. ‘You told us that your door is open for us, for anything. Does it still stand?’
I put the anthology done and nodded. I saw they were not wearing their shirts or shorts, but they were dry. I tried to hide my disappointment, and thought I was successful.
‘Sorry, Nicky,’ Lottie teased. ‘It’s not like they were going to stay wet forever.’ She laughed.
‘I’ll get over it.’ I exhaled loudly before asking, ‘What can I do for you two lovely ladies?’
Annalise smiled and spoke. ‘Can we use your refrigerator for a while?’
‘We have too much food.’ Lottie added.
I stepped aside and followed them inside. I watched their bottoms gently sway but didn’t allow them to hypnotize me.
‘What do you have?’ I asked.
‘Sandwiches, potato salad, and some cut fruit,’ my friend said.
‘I think our eyes were bigger than are stomachs,’ the Southern visitor added. Both women looked into the fridge and took steps back.
They were shocked. ‘Oh my God, Nicky, you have real food in here,’ Lottie said.
Annalise looked in and commented, ‘I’d have thought there would be nothing but beer, hot dogs, and sandwich fixings in here, not chicken, steak, fruits and vegetables.’
Lottie moved some of the Dr Pepper cans to make room for her food. She placed the picnic basket on the floor and began to transfer. I noticed that she bent over a little too much: She showed her ass perfectly.
‘It is nice,’ Annalise whispered in my ear. My mouth shut quickly, my eyes opened wide. It was a surprise. ‘You should see it nude,’ she added. She patted my bottom before helping her friend.
I offered them something to drink, but they pulled out their own. They thanked me before they left for the other side of the water. Again, I watched as they walked, both asses swaying deliciously. I returned to my chair and book, but knew I’d not be able to concentrate too well. I knew my mind and eyes would be on the women across the lake, the women who teased me in the water and in the cabin.
Making no pretenses, I put the anthology down, leaned back in the chair, and watched them return to the water.
Lottie and Annalise returned for their food a few hours later, hours spent teasing me in the lake and on the blanket. At one point, Lottie stood and pulled the top of her suit down to her waist before lying on her stomach. Annalise decided to tease me as well. She sat with her back facing me and removed her top. Unlike Lottie, she leaned against her elbows and gave me a great view of her breasts. The devilish grin on her face told me she caught me looking and wasn’t upset. I sensed something more could happen.
I had a restless night, forever thinking of the women. I closed my eyes and say Lottie looking at me, pulling down the top of her swimsuit, and looking at me. She walked towards me with desire in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around me. I felt the softness of her breasts pressed against my body.
When I finally drifted off, I was on the back porch, and Annalise was sitting on the other side of the lake, on the beach blanket completely nude. Her body glistened as if she had just walked out of the water. She waved to me, wanted me to join her. I tried, but the image of Renee appeared, blocked my way. I tried to talk with her, tried to get her to move, but the former girlfriend just shook her head. She never said a word, but her actions prevented me for seeing the Southern visitor.
‘Get out of my way,’ I said. I took a few steps towards the stairs, but Renee pushed me back. I began to fall.
I awoke with a jump, my heart racing. I wasn’t sure if it was for the push and falling or for the visages from my dream. It didn’t matter I was awake and had no hope of returning to sleep. I looked at the clock: it was 5:15 AM.
The pre-dawn blue glow engulfed the master bedroom, giving the entire room a Gothic look. It gave me an instant story idea. I rushed to the desk, pulled out a pen and legal pad, sat, and wrote it before I forgot.
Just before noon, they returned. I noticed that the picnic basket wasn’t with them, both carried small coolers and beach baskets. Lottie noticed me first, waving heartily and smiling warmly. Annalise placed her things down and did the same, though her smile was on the devilish side.
I noticed their clothing. Annalise wore the same boat shoes she did the day before, but unlike yesterday, she wore only a long t-shirt. Lottie was in sandals, again, but like her friend, only wore a t-shirt. They smiled and removed their shoes.
Lottie pulled out her blanket and placed it carefully down. She removed a book. She looked directly at me, smiled, and removed her t-shirt. I was expecting the same suit from the previous day, or something similar. As the shirt rose, I saw just skin. When she reached her upper thighs, I noticed something: There was no fabric. I leaned forward instinctively. I felt myself drool as I saw her hairless and her fleshy, round nude belly. I knew my mouth dropped when I witnessed her naked breasts in all their glory.
I didn’t want to look away, but propriety dictated so. I didn’t see her friend, didn’t stare at Annalise, not until I hear
d them laughing. I turned and saw the visitor standing by her blanket, bending over, her naked ass in my full view. I found myself, again, staring and drooling. I could feel my mouth open too wide, making me look like a fool. I turned away quickly, trying to avoid eye contact with both women.
They caught me: I heard their laughter.
‘Nicky, you being a bad boy,’ Lottie called from the opposite shore.
‘Young man, it’s discourteous to stare at women,’ Annalise added.
‘If you want to have a better look, why don’t you come over and join us, perhaps rub some lotion on us,’ my friend said.
I sat and looked at the two, their nipples hard, and their smiles broad. I debated whether to take them seriously, whether to join them, whether to take this flirtations further. I didn’t need to think long.
Lottie waved and called out, ‘Come on over. We won’t bite.’
‘Give me a few minutes,’ I responded. I leaped from the chair and went inside. I rushed to the bedroom and grabbed a beach towel. I went to the kitchen and removed a few cans of Dr Pepper. I put them into a small cooler and rushed out the door.
‘Here he comes,’ Annalise said as I stepped off the back porch.
I saw Lottie’s smile grow wider, her eyes sparkle more as I approached. I saw some nervousness on Annalise’s face with each step I took. Her friend placed a hand on her arm and whispered something, words that appeared to have relaxed the Southern woman.
Lottie opened her arms and welcomed me. I dropped the cooler and my towel on her blanket before I hugged her. The embrace didn’t feel awkward: It felt right. The warmth and feel of her flesh excited me.
‘I’ve always wanted to know what a naked hug from you felt like,’ she said.
I felt something stir in my pants, a tightness in my balls. Lottie felt it, too: she moaned softly as we embraced tighter.
‘Can I have one, too?’ Annalise asked. She touched me gently on the elbow. Lottie released me. I slowly turned to her friend and opened my arms.
‘You feel so warm,’ she cooed. She held me tight before a hand slipped over my crotch. ‘He’s happy to see us this way,’ Annalise told her friend over my shoulder.
‘I know. It’s wonderful to have someone so young like mature women.’ Lottie grabbed the back of my shorts and pulled me back. ‘We’re nude, you should be as well,’ she commanded. She grabbed my belt and began to remove it.
I slipped off my flip-flops and raised my arms so Annalise could remove my t-shirt. She ran a hand through my chest hair and moaned.
‘I like this,’ she whispered to me. ‘I hope to play with it more.’
Lottie had my shorts down to my feet. As I stepped out, she pulled down my underwear. ‘It’s been so long,’ she began, but her voice tailed off. My cock fell out, semi-erect. She put a hand on it and brought her lips to the head.
Her mouth was warm and wet. I felt her tongue slide down my shaft. It had been a while since I had someone’s mouth wrapped around my cock, and to have a longtime friend be the one to stop the drought.
‘Do you like her mouth?’ Annalise asked.
I couldn’t speak, could only make a grunt and nod my head.
She pulled my head down and whispered, ‘Wait until we’re all in a bed. You’ll be amazed at what she can do with her tongue.’
I thought to myself, ‘How does she know,’ and others would have entered if Lottie hadn’t begun to deep throat me.
‘Oh shit,’ I said. My legs buckled slightly.
‘Why don’t you lay on the blanket,’ Lottie said.
‘Yes,’ I told them. My legs were going to last, neither was the build-up in my balls.
‘Care to nibble on something?’ Annalise asked.
I went to answer, ‘Yes,’ but Lottie’s mouth returned to my cock, and I lost all reason and ability to talk. I nodded.
‘Here’s something tasty,’ she said before mounting my face.
I put my hands on her ass and helped her gently down onto my mouth. I put my tongue inside of her wet pussy, caused her to call out to God.
‘Grab it,’ she pleaded. ‘Grab it hard.’ She rotated her hips, her ass, around my tongue and face, trying to get the most out of it.
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SIX WEEKS LATER I blink my eyes awake and roll over in bed, only to be stopped by an unexpected face full of blonde hair that isn't my own. Turning my head to the other side, another long mop of blonde hair- again, not my own- blocks my view. Once I've blinked the early morning tiredness- and a moderate hangover- out of my eyes, the previous night's events return to my memory. "Kris," I whisper, gently nudging the sleeping woman on my left-hand side. "Han, wake up!" I whisper to...
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SIX WEEKS LATER "Vive La France!" Krystie happily exclaims in my ear, over the noise of the crowded Parisian nightclub. "This is so cool!" I happily reply as I dance with my friend, the two of us attracting the attention of virtually every boy in the club in our tiny clubbing dresses and extra-high heels- not to mention our voluminous hair and heavy make-up! "Yeah, who needs BOYS anyway?" Krystie asks. "I'll try not to take that personally!" Stuart yells over the noise of the...
“Mum, I don’t need Nellie to check up on me,” Daniel bleated.Maggie looked steadfastly at her sixteen-year-old step-son. “Yes, you do. Your sister will phone daily and pop-in a few times a week just to check you are Ok.” After a moment she added firmly, “And that the house is Ok. Understood?”Maggie was actually Daniel’s step-sister and both had been adopted when under a year-old, but the whole family ignored that fact and saw themselves as mum, son, and daughter.Daniel said a reluctant, “OK,...
SpankingAs the classical music reaches its crescendo, I lower myself from pointe and dip into a perfect ballerina's curtsey, spreading my voluminous tutu beneath me as the crowd roars with rapturous applause. "Three cheers for the birthday girl!" Stuart yells from the audience, making me blush as I stand back up. "Hip hip!" Stuart yells. "Hooray!" The crowd enthusiastically responds. "Everybody, please," I say, cringing with embarrassment. "Hip hip!" Stuart yells again. "Hooray!"...
I take a deep breath as I pin the translucent white veil to my elaborately-styled hair, before draping it over my immaculately made-up face. I fidget a bit in my dress, causing the voluminous strapless creation to rustle, especially as I adjust the low-cut sweetheart neckline. I nervously tap my feet in my low-heeled shoes (Low-heeled as my fianc? is only a couple of inches taller than me), before a call from the next room tell me that it is, at long last, showtime. I grab the bouquet of f...
Charlotte stared out the bus window as the rain pelted against the glass. As the blue and white Ulsterbus trundled its way up the hill from the Ballygawley roundabout, she thought of her weekend with Fiona.They’d spent most of the rest of the weekend in bed once they got home from the shopping and drinking trip. She blushed at the memory of having left the room to go for a pee and, wearing only a tee-shirt, she’d met Tara in the hall with a boy she’d brought home. She’d felt the boy running his...
NovelsAs she walks in the front door, the chef glances up at her, and returns to cooking. It's a fast paced style of cooking called "teppenyaki", where the chef is surrounded on three sides by a very hot table to cook on, which are surrounded by another table for the customers to eat at, which are, in turn, surrounded by stools for the customers to sit on. Adam needs to add a lot of style and flair to his cooking to keep the customers entertained while listening for the customers to tell him what...
Many thanks to Dawnj for editing and general advice. Any mistakes are mine. ***** December 24. As usual, the firm was about to close for the festive season. The presses would be stopped for the time being and even the proofreaders went home without a text and a deadline. The entire staff had gathered in the canteen, and Mr March, the big boss himself, handed out the Christmas boxes to all staff. To all staff present, that is – Charlotte Tenson, his secretary and general dogsbody, wasn’t...
Biology was the one subject that Charlotte,a straight A student at the city's most reputed convent loathed. She had a very important exam the next day, and all Charlotte could think of was her long distance boyfriend,Adam. It was already midnight, and she hadn't studied a single thing,so she considered asking her father for some help. Leaving her pen on the table, Charlotte walked to her parents room, paying no heed when her pen rolled off the table and onto the ground with a thud. Stopping...
IncestHoofdstuk 3. Voor de toiletspiegel maak ik mij op met de make-up spullen van Charlotte. Ik heb gezien hoe zij zich opmaakte, ik kijk op de foto van haar paspoort en maak mij net zo op. Het valt niet mee, maar na wat vruchteloze pogingen lukt het toch vrij aardig. En ik vind een pruik in dezelfde kleur haar als dat van Charlotte. Dan haal ik de lak van mijn nagels en lak ze dan in dezelfde kleur als ik mijn lippen heb gestift. In de spiegel zie ik nog maar weinig mannelijks. En met...
"Lottie," Minnie Brown told Charlotte Larson, "I've seen the new preacher." As Minnie's father was an important man in the Oriskany Methodist Episcopal church, Minnie had helped the new preacher's family move in every July for the past three years. "So?" "He's young. And single. And he looks dreamy." Charlotte wondered what a single preacher would do in the parsonage. It was larger than the house which accommodated her family of six and their maid of all work. Rev. Woods had shut...
After a couple of minutes of lying with my cock pulsing inside Charlotte’s gorgeously tight pussy, I drew my prick out of her and rolled over to lie on the bed. The two girls arranged their bodies either side of me, and Ellie moved up the bed and stroked my chest and offered her mouth to be kissed. She kissed me gently, and then whispered, “I am so excited, Tom, but promise me that you won’t be gentle with me, will you?” she said, grinning at me nervously. I laughed and said, “I promise to...
Charlotte is a strong minded career woman with extensive experience in the property market. For the last five years she worked for the same high profile property company working her way up the ranks in quick succession where she was now one of the senior managers there.On the home front, she's married to Andrew where they have a three year old son. Such was her strong minded independence out in the employment field she endeavoured to get herself back into work shortly after her son's birth. Due...
I slept the sleep of the sexually exhausted, with the delicious knowledge that I was in bed with two lovely young nymphomaniacs who were expecting to be fucked for the whole weekend - awesome and a little intimidating. Every so often during the night I would feel one of them stroking my cock, and occasionally Ellie would kiss me and whisper, “I love your magnificent cock so much!” Luckily my room had old fashioned shutters fitted which kept out nearly all the light, and so it must have been...
I met Charlotte when I had just turned twenty and she was in her early fifties. I had started dating her daughter, Alice, but I'd be lying if I said Charlotte didn't have my full attention from the jump. Charlotte was a heavy-set woman, red hair that flowed down to her shoulders, with round DD breasts that hung down over her belly, thick thighs, wide hips, and a fat ass. Despite being a redhead, her skin was a light tan complexion from her Italian heritage. Her face was nicely aged, light...
Charlotte's Mentorbymikeperk©With a surge of warm expectation he heard the car pull onto the drive. From this point there would be no turning back and his new life would be formally launched tomorrow.Joe's existence during the two years since his wife had succumbed to breast cancer had been pretty miserable, but his imminent marriage to her sister promised a return to a comfortable, if not particularly exciting, future.Pauline had been their young bridesmaid when he'd married Brenda more than...
Once Maxine and Greg had published their review on their swingers website the next day, the requests for attendance at SO went right off the meter. However, we knew that having one Orgy a month with no more than six paying couples, would make us a good income for doing something that actually pleasured us without being onerous. So we kept it exclusive, together with the rule that non-acquaintances had to be vetted personally by Charlotte. But so great was the demand that before long we had to...
Once Maxine and Greg had published their review on their swingers website the next day, the requests for attendance at SO went right off the meter. However, we knew that having one Orgy a month with no more than six paying couples, would make us a good income for doing something that actually pleasured us without being onerous. So we kept it exclusive, together with the rule that non-acquaintances had to be vetted personally by Charlotte. But so great was the demand that before long we had to...
Let me start with some background information. Charlotte grew up in the Northwest. By the time she was 16, she was 5'7, blonde, 120lbs. She always wore yoga pants and tight shirts to show off her DD's and amazing ass. Her sex experiences were limited, always being relatively mild unless she had been drinking. Charlotte would always get a bit crazy after a few drinks, guess that plays into the guys advantages. She would give head, but hated cum so she never enjoyed it. When the occasioned called...
The Orgy could not have gone better, and Charlotte was praised by one and all from start to finish for her organisation. She was planning on helping Ellie serve drinks on arrival, but I stopped her – she was my partner and the joint host and so I wanted her to behave as such. Luckily Sylvie stepped in and volunteered – she was so thrilled at my offer to help her start her agency that she was delighted to help out. Dress code was dinner jacket and best frocks, and by 7.45pm the lounge was full...
The Orgy could not have gone better, and Charlotte was praised by one and all from start to finish for her organisation. She was planning on helping Ellie serve drinks on arrival, but I stopped her – she was my partner and the joint host and so I wanted her to behave as such. Luckily Sylvie stepped in and volunteered – she was so thrilled at my offer to help her start her agency that she was delighted to help out. Dress code was dinner jacket and best frocks, and by 7.45pm the lounge was full...
On Saturdays I like to go to the city to shop for all the essentials; specifically shoes. Christen Louboutin black patent leather pumps to be precise. Truth be told, I love to get pumped while wearing these pumps. It’s just so sexy to me and heightens my orgasms. I believe every woman deserve heightened, intense orgasms, especially me. Shopping is an activity that I enjoy, I love to dress up sexy and strut from store to store. While doing this, I notice that I receive more than my share of...
Lesbian"Godddd..." I moan as I prop myself up on my elbows on a towel on the floor of the converted London taxi. "Why does it have to take this long?" "It'll take as long as it takes," Hannah replies from the driver's seat of the taxi. "Not 'that'," I say. "I mean my damned dilation..." I stare down at the thick orange tube poking out of my vagina and sigh again. "Do you want me to get you a pillow, or something?" Hannah asks. "No, I'll be fine," I say, trying to sound at least...
"Which hospital is she in?" I ask as I get into Stuart's car and fasten my seatbelt. "Queen Charlotte's," Stuart says, before a wide smile spreads across his face. "So... Did- did they, you know, say anything? About the kid?" "You're the one who Mikey texted," I retort, before my eyes go wide as I realise what- or rather, who- Stuart's referring to. "Oh, oh you- you meant-" "Yeah," Stuart nervously giggles. "Nearly put the baby seat in the car before setting off, I'm getting so...
It was my busy season and I had been putting in long hours trying to meet deadlines and finish projects. As a result I had been neglecting my wife and she finally reached a point where she let me know it. "I've been stuck in this house for a month now and it is time that we go out and do something. I was talking to Stacey (her best friend) and she invited us to go to a party with her and her new boyfriend. I told her that we would be happy to go." I had brought a ton of paperwork home with...
First time writing a story... also new here... enjoy!Charlotte's needsnote: dialogues will be started with a -, a -- or // and assigned to specific characters.it will help recognize who is talking.Charlotte, a nice lady in her late 40s. She was married for 22 years; but the spell had warned out. it was 10 years ago when she found out that her husband was having an affair. she decided to sign a separation note; but they decided to stay together for the sake of the c***drens, and the financial...
I write this story about my Aunt Charlotte with mixed emotions. In a certain sense, I guess it would be honest to tell you that I have always harbored some feelings for my Aunt Charlotte that were not of a familial nature. It seems like a long time ago but for some of us oldsters with hearts still ticking, the danger and excitement of a global war was the height of non-boredom. Charlotte, in retrospect, was probably the most beautiful and sexy woman I have ever met in my entire life and she...
The following story is going to be at least a 10-parter, with each chapter in a different category. If you enjoy this story, I’m afraid you’ll have to go find each part. Hope it’s worth it. Charlotte D’Ormond was the daughter of Francois D’Ormond, Comte de Filleaux. She was 19 years old, and her father had finally arranged a marriage for her. It shouldn’t have been difficult to find a husband for the daughter of a count, but Charlotte’s father wanted the very best for his daughter. So, it had...
On Saturdays I like to go to the city to shop for all the essentials, specifically shoes. Christen Louboutin black patent leather pumps to be precise. Truth be told, I love to get pumped while wearing these pumps. It’s just so sexy to me and heightens my orgasms. I believe every woman deserve heightened, intense orgasms, especially me. Shopping is an activity that I enjoy, I love to dress up sexy and strut from store to store. While doing this, I notice that I receive more than my share of...
It was early afternoon on the Sunday when I woke up to find my arms wrapped around Charlotte’s soft body, her firm buttocks pressed into my crotch. The house was generally still, except for the unmistakeable sound of Ellie in a state of orgasm, the sound coming from the next room. As I lay there listening, Charlotte stirred in my arms, rolled over and slipped her tongue into my mouth and we kissed gently for a few minutes. Then she said, “She is such a noisy lover!” and we laughed. I took...
It was early afternoon on the Sunday when I woke up to find my arms wrapped around Charlotte’s soft body, her firm buttocks pressed into my crotch. The house was generally still, except for the unmistakeable sound of Ellie in a state of orgasm, the sound coming from the next room. As I lay there listening, Charlotte stirred in my arms, rolled over and slipped her tongue into my mouth and we kissed gently for a few minutes. Then she said, “She is such a noisy lover!” and we laughed. I took...
Charlotte Sometimes. By Tanya H. From the moment I walked into the shop my eye was caught and held - just a skirt, you might have said if you had seen where I was looking. You've already got plenty. True enough; but not one like that. Kayla Ormond, my secretary - of the long legs and enigmatic smile, had been wearing such a skirt over the summer, I had been very envious, and this wonderfully displayed version was the first of the style I had come across in a shop. One of the...
The following story is going to be at least a 10-parter, with each chapter in a different category. If you enjoy this story, I’m afraid you’ll have to go find each part. Hope it’s worth it. Part 1: Non-Erotic. Part 2: First Time Part 3: Loving Wives Part 4: Exhib & Voy Part 5: Lesbian Part 6: Interracial Part 7: Letters and Transcripts William was beside himself. How could that bastard do that to Charlotte? And poor Charlotte. Her last entry had been in March. It was now mid-September. That...