Golden Ticet

Golden Ticket Day 3: Charlotte

"Wakey, wakey, rise and shine!"

What was going on, what time was it, where am I?

Instead of my previous life as a sad, hungover, lonely git, I woke up clear headed and ready to face the next morning.

It was Charlotte's day with me and I was ready to go.

"Good morning to you, too. Are we off straight away?"

"Yes we are, today is workout day. Get your running gear on."

She was already ready; I was in my trainers and shorts pretty quickly and, after a bit of warm up, we were off. Charlotte seemed to know how to push me that little bit further each day. Not too much but enough to make sure that I wasn't too comfortable. We didn't even pause at her favourite spot, but pressed on. Once back at the main building we paused and I thought that was it, time for breakfast.

"Another lap?" she asked me.

"Really?"

"Choice: another lap and you get a massage, stop now and no massage."

That was a no brainer, I thought, knowing who the masseuse would be.

"Okay, let's go."

This lap was harder, no respite, tough pace all the way. But finishing it was really satisfying.

"I bet you couldn't have done that even two days ago! Now a bit of cool down and some breakfast."

We went through our usual routine; it was becoming more familiar to me now and I was confident I could do it without Charlotte's help.

Breakfast tasted great, all the healthy stuff, and I knocked back the delicious freshly squeezed orange juice since I'd lost more fluids doing the second lap.

"So, James, about today."

"Yes, what have you got planned?"

"Well, I'm not Beatrice, you know, I can't just, well,..."

Her voice trailed off and she looked down. She looked up again.

"I'm not like her, but I don't want you to be disappointed that it's not nonstop sex all day. I'm just different, that's all. I'm sure you had an amazing day yesterday and I can't match that."

"How can a day with you be anything less than a pleasure for me? Anyway it's not as if it's a competition."

"That's what you think!" She looked away again, unable to meet my eye. "Sorry, I'm just the competitive type, you know..."

I moved quickly on.

"Look, you've been looking after me every day, taking me for a run, pushing me a little bit further each time. You obviously care about how I am, about my health."

"I guess that's how come all of us have fallen in love with you each day, you know just how to say the right things."

"I'm just saying what I think, you know. Here I am, for some reason, enjoying a wonderful week with five wonderful people, any one of you I'd have been delighted to spend a few minutes with, let alone a whole day. I just take each day as it comes, and I know today with you is going to be a special day."

"Thank you!" She came over and kissed me on the cheek, before sitting down next to me. She took both my hands in hers and faced me.

"I know you haven't been leading the healthiest of lifestyles recently, so my plan for today, and as much as I could of the other days too, was to get you back to how you used to be. It can be difficult to change your routine, so coming away somewhere like this is good. You know, to appreciate the pleasure of exercise, the adrenaline rush. So that's the plan - by the end of today I want you to know how to keep yourself fit, know how to warm up and cool down, take care of yourself. You've got a good body",

She paused and stroked my arm affectionately.

"... and it would look better still if it was in good shape. Now go and get your massage. Then I'll see you in the gym."

I toddled off happily in the direction of the therapy and as yesterday, Annabel was there to greet me with a chaste kiss. "Good morning, gorgeous", she whispered, "will it be the usual?"

"Yes, please."

I lay face down on the table and enjoyed the exquisite pleasure of feeling Annabel's hands all over my back, buttocks, thighs, calves. Then she rolled me over and gave my quads some more attention, before going back up to my shoulders.

"Ah, that's so good. I'm so relaxed I could go back to bed again."

"Alone, with me or with Charlotte?" Annabel asked cheekily.

"I'd love it to be with you, but I don't actually think there's time, I've got to get to the gym now, more workouts, you know."

"At least all day workouts are easier for me to deal with than yesterday." Annabel sighed. "That was just too much, I didn't want to watch. Not too tough for you though, all that attention."

"I can't lie and say I didn't enjoy it, no, but the day with you was very, very special, not something I'm ever going to forget."

She looked up a bit at my last comment.

"Okay, run along and lift some weights. I think you'll get another massage later."

"Good! Bye for now. Which way is the gym?"

A little later I found myself doing boot camp circuits in the gym with Charlotte. She'd give me some weights to lift, then on the cycling machine for 5 minutes, then some bench pressing. She seemed to know exactly what weights to give me, 3 lots of 10 each time, how to push me. I'd been to a gym before, at school, at university, but never been properly instructed. While we worked our way round the room, Charlotte made notes on her iPad. She was quite assertive, telling me exactly what to do, how to do, how not to do it. It was totally absorbing, and I really enjoyed it. We alternated many different weights with aerobic stuff such as cross trainer, running machine, steps, more cycling.

I was having such a good time. All day sexathon with Bea was amazing, without doubt, but that was a once in a lifetime experience. Spending time with someone like Charlotte who was thinking all the time about me, and making sure, in the long term, that I was on the way to a better lifestyle, was something very caring and showed that my health mattered to Charlotte.

"James, I've been making notes as we go. I know there's far too much to take in when we do a long training session. So I record the activities you should do. I'll set you up a login for the site so you can go round your local gym with everything there to help. On each activity there's a link so you can get advice on what to do, and what not to do."

"Thanks, it's been an amazing morning, I can't believe that it's lunch already."

"Time flies, you know... A quick shower for each of us, and then we'll chat over lunch about the afternoon's activities."

A little later we were sitting opposite each other over a bowl of home made soup, salad and fresh bread. Delicious!

"So, Charlotte, we've been on the gym this morning, are we going outside this afternoon?"

"I want to take you for a cycle ride. A good two hour workout. I've asked if it's okay but I'm not sure. If they've left bikes round the corner, we're good to go."

Charlotte had been quite serious this morning, focussing on my exercise plans and keeping me on task. She got up, looked round the corner and came back with a big thumbs up. And now there was much more of a twinkle in her eye, and a note of excitement in her voice.

"Do you like cycling more than running?", I asked her.

"Oh yes, much better for you, less impact on your knees than running. And you get to go further and a lot faster. There's some cycling gear in your room, go get changed and let's go."

When I got back, Charlotte had got her own bike ready, then looked up at me.

"You're looking good. Nice fit, I like a man in cycle shorts. And you know, you've lost a couple of kilos since you arrived."

Charlotte had opened up a bit since lunch, maybe it was the prospect of a bike ride, but she was certainly eyeing me up in an almost hungry way. Or maybe she was just measuring me up with her eye, as she proceeded to tinker with the bike, adjusting the height of the saddle, checking it all over, some micro adjustments, and all was ready.

"Let's go!"

That was it, we were off. Before I knew it, Charlotte was off, her blonde hair mostly tucked under her cycle helmet, but plenty still waving out behind, enticing me to follow her. Not just that, though, but her shapely legs, muscular but still feminine physique and, I don't know, just something about her that said she was very comfortable in her own skin.

I jumped on my bike, clipped on the cycle helmet, and did my best to catch up. As she headed for the gates, they opened automatically, but as I approached they started to close again and with a bit effort I squeaked through. Then we were out on the open road.

When I was being driven to the secret location in the first place, I had guessed roughly where we were, but the flat terrain and long straight roads confirmed Norfolk, long before I saw any roadsigns. It was glorious, the feeling of physical pleasure at speeding along empty country roads, no worries about navigation, just focussing on my breathing and maintaining pace. Charlotte had planned all this out in advance I was sure. She had also got to know my capabilities and loved pushing me a little further each time. And she was good at it too.

Even so after most of an hour of persistent effort, a break was in order. We pulled over into what appeared to be a locked gate. However, a bit of magic from Charlotte and the gate sprang open, and a rough track curved away into the woods. Within minutes we were away from the road and in a secluded glade. We'd been cycling quite slowly along the rough track but now we stopped completely. From the panniers on Charlotte's bike she produced a picnic rug and a few other delights, not least of which was a bottle of champagne.

"So what have you made of today so far?", Charlotte asked me, with more than a twinkle in her eye. "I imagine you're thinking that I don't have Bea's sex drive or even that I don't find you attractive?"

"Well, I wasn't sure, I don't like to jump to conclusions..."

"I am lots of things, and horny is certainly one of them. But sex is a private activity, I'm not comfortable with 'patio sex' like you enjoyed yesterday. I like a sense of adventure, and I'm an outdoors girl, so I thought let's go somewhere else for it? I've also wanted you since the moment we went running together on Sunday morning. I was jealous of Annabel then and jealous of Bea yesterday. But today... I've got you to myself.

So we've escaped from boarding school with a bottle of bubbly, we're both hot and warmed up and I want it. Now! I want it before during and after we drink that bottle. In case you're wondering, I'm not a great one for foreplay, I love the energy of sex, and right now I need a damn good seeing to. I know you're ready..."

Charlotte was right, I was getting very turned on from the way she was talking to me, and it was obvious to us both from the bulge in my cycle shorts. She turned away from me, and shimmied out of her own shorts, dropping them to her ankles and stepping out of them. Without turning back to face me, she got on all fours, her knees a little distance apart, her cute ass in the air, and her head down. She was irresistible. Everything about her posture demanded that I gave her what she wanted.

I dropped my own shorts to my ankles and knelt behind her. Grasping her hips, I slid easily into her, and her delicious tightness gripped me beautifully. Some positions work well with some people; less well with others. But with Charlotte it just went so well, we synchronised straight away. After a few strokes to feel that she was ready for me, I built up the pace very quickly. Charlotte didn't say much that was comprehensible but her earthy grunts spoke of a deep need being satisfied. The only words she uttered were "don't hold back".

I didn't. Sex with Charlotte was very physical; she wasn't a passive lover. She pushed back against me as much as I thrust into her and the slap, slap on her buttocks on my thighs was loud and rhythmic. Quite quickly I could feel my orgasm starting to build. I wanted to delay but she was relentless, no let up. Her thrusts continued even as mine tailed off, she'd caught me inside her and wanted to finish me. I gasped a few "oh my god"s and it was over, my balls emptied into her.

I fell back, tired but very happy and extremely satisfied.

"Mmm, I enjoyed that", Charlotte told me with a big grin. "That was pretty good for a first lap."

The look of surprise on my face was of shock.

"Wasn't that enough for now?"

"I'm your fitness trainer", she told me. "You don't get fit by just doing one lap. Let me see if I can get you ready for round two."

Charlotte lay down next to me on her side and took my somewhat limp cock in her hand. A gentle massage, a few encouraging tugs, and there was already something for her to work with.

"Now, James, I do have very simple tastes when it comes to sex. I like it hard and fast, preferably from behind. I don't mind if the first one doesn't last very long, provided you're ready for round two pretty soon. Okay?"

I wondered if Charlotte thought about sex as a form of fitness training. If so it was a wonderful way of staying healthy but wasn't it a bit more than that? Intimacy too? My head was asking questions but my cock had no doubts. It was stiffening up nicely, and why not? Next to me lay a beautiful athletic woman who was very keen to have me back inside her as soon as possible. She wanted me and she needed me.

"You know", Charlotte said, talking more to my cock than to me, "I think you're ready now. We're going to start with me on top."

She stood either side of me and lowered herself down. She looked me in the eye and put her hands on my chest. Her pussy lips caught my tip and she had me exactly where she wanted me. Without breaking eye contact she started to slide up and down me. Then it was more of a bounce up and down on me. She took every inch she could get, forcing herself down as hard as she could, then back up, almost to the point of withdrawal before plunging back down again.

After a while, she paused with me as deep inside her as she could get. Charlotte reached for the bottle of champagne and took a huge, voluptuous swig.

"Aaah! That's good, better than all that mineral water. Yes I know I'm supposed to be a fitness girl, but the point of keeping fit is so that you can have a drink from time to time, and then run it off the next day."

She climbed off me, keeping the bottle in hand.

"I want a change of scene, a change of angle if you like. I like it best from behind - I think you've got that message now! - but this time I want to be leaning against this tree. Here, take a swig, and then you can stand and deliver."

A quick slurp of champagne and I was ready. Charlotte bent forwards, her legs slightly apart, her entire body tensed in excitement so that every one of her toned muscles was calling me to her. I held her hips firmly and thrust gently into her, first time, right to the hilt. She let out an exhalation of pleasure at being taken deeply. Having cum once already, and had a couple of glasses of champagne, this wasn't going to be over quickly.

Although I started slowly, I was quickly up to full speed, my thrusts meeting Charlotte's backwards pushes. Our motions created a sweaty slap-slap-slap, as my thighs met her buttocks. I'm not huge, but it felt deliciously tight inside her, her pussy muscles gripping me all over my cock. My balls were swinging freely in the heat, and bashing up against her pussy lips and even her clit. She was gasping now, the combined effect of it all was getting her closer and closer until suddenly she shouted out:

"Oh God, yes! Yes, that's it, yes. Keep going, pleeease don't stop."

Charlotte was really riding the crest of a wave as I gave her thrust after thrust. She couldn't stop herself from calling out "oh God" over and over. I did my best to keep going, as she matched my thrusts, but as her exhortations eventually died away, I slowed down and stopped.

"Thank you, that was just what I wanted." Charlotte beamed, kissing my gently on the cheek.

In my head, I said to myself 'was it good for you too?' But she couldn't hear me of course.

Before I knew it, we were back on our bikes and on the road. I really enjoyed the ride back and it seemed shorter than our trip out.

We agreed to meet again for dinner at 6.30. I really felt I had earned the shower and my luxury accommodation had the most amazing walk in bathroom/shower, and I spent ages working put what all the different nozzles actually did.

I joined Charlotte on the patio for a lovely meal, on a warm summer evening. We talked of many things, and the conversation never really flagged. We found a common interest in sports, but our conversation never went anywhere near relationships and there was none of the intimacy of my first two evenings.

When the meal was over, Charlotte thanked me for a lovely day, hugged me, kissed on the cheek again and said goodnight. More sex might have been nice, but it wasn't Charlotte I wanted, and when I eventually fell asleep, I dreamt of Annabel.