After two chapters of tease, events begin to gather momentum. I hope you enjoy the unusual relationship I have with Charlotte. From here on in, things get progressively transgressive.
Chapter 3
Laying in Charlotte's spare room, I could feel a mild and enjoyable stinging on my buttocks following the spanking I had received. I felt awkward that I had let Charlotte continue to call the tune of our increasingly strange relationship. My rigid cock indicated that while my head was still getting around our relationship, my body was in favour. As I slowly wanked my cock, wanting to prolong the tease that Charlotte had initiated. That said I was just on the verge of blowing a load all over Charlotte's guest bedding when I heard Charlotte's husband Paul entering the flat after his night out. The loud stumbling indicated that he'd had several beers. Paul's entry and the thought that the morning fun would be curtailed, had a softening impact on my cock and I slowly drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, I awoke late, feeling the benefits of a good sleep. A head appeared round the door.
"Hello sleepyhead! I thought you were never going to wake up." Charlotte said with a big smile on her face. "Paul says he's a bit hungover, so I think I need to get him some carbs as soon as possible. I've got some orange juice in the kitchen in the meantime."
It was difficult to resist a smiling, happy Charlotte so I scrambled out of bed. Rather than leave me to it Charlotte had entered the room and watched me as I stood up and gathered the clothes I had carelessly slung on the floor the night before. The lack of relief last night had resulted in me developing something of a semi-hard on which was pressing against the front of my boxer shorts. I felt rather exposed as I realised that Charlotte was standing on my trousers while I was standing in front of her wearing only a pair of tight underwear.
Charlotte herself was still wearing her nightclothes. On top she had a tight Minnie Mouse t-shirt that exposed a sliver of stomach. From the two nubs sticking out the front it was clear she was still braless. The only other item she was wearing so far as I could see was a small pair of loose shorts. The outfit was not in theory indecent; nothing was showing, but it was sexy as hell and I doubt she would have worn it in front of a normal houseguest.
"Charlotte, you are standing on my trousers."
"Silly me." Said Charlotte, making no move to either move to one side or pass them across to me. "I'm not stopping you getting them."
Feeling slightly ridiculous I sighed and moved across the bedroom.
"You might get a better view if get down on your hands and knees to pick them up."
I didn't quite follow the logic, but I complied. Feeling even more ridiculous than ever I crawled across to Charlotte on my hands and knees until I was at her feet taking in the sight of her elegant feet and legs. Charlotte moved her foot off the trousers.
"Do you like my sleep shorts?" She asked, coquettishly turning away from me.
I found myself staring at the back of Charlotte's shapely calves. I allowed my eyes to move upwards. The loose fabric and my angle from low down meant that I could just see the curved underside of her ass cheeks. It was a further tease that revealed more of herself than I seen before. Enough to once again make my cock painfully rigid but nowhere near enough to satisfy my growing obsession with Charlotte's ass. The two slivers of flesh that I could see were a glimpse of beauty. Her flesh was pale, the curve of her rounded buttocks were an erotic vision.
"I do believe you are definitely staring at my ass." Charlotte dissolved into a fit of giggles.
The sight of me on my hands and knees with a hard on trying to poke a hole in my boxer shorts was pretty funny, I guess.
"Come and get a drink." Charlotte finally broke the spell and made for the bedroom door. "I've made a cafetière especially for my guest. You have to be special to get that sort of treatment."
A few minutes later I tentatively made my way into the kitchen. Paul was standing looking a bit worse for wear smoking a roll-up and drinking a coffee. Apart from the occasional spliff with Charlotte I wasn't really a smoker, but I quite liked the fact that Paul hadn't quite been able to kick the habit. He was a successful lawyer who'd married the girl who in my opinion had the best ass I'd ever seen. It made him a bit more human that he'd never been able to quit the fags. Paul had clearly rolled out of bed; he was wearing just boxers and a t-shirt. Charlotte was still clad in her bed clothes, the shorts still moulding into her ass.
"Hey mate!" Paul said. "Good to see you Mark-O." So far, this story has really been all about Charlotte and less about me, but that is my name, Mark Jones. Pretty average and nondescript. Paul called me Mark-O. From anyone else I might have found it annoying but he meant it affectionately.
"Rough night? I enquired.
"Thought I'd be only out for a couple but then, events..."
"I didn't hear you come in." I lied. "Must have been a late one. I hope you don't mind me kipping over?"
"Nah mate. Feels like I haven't seen you in ages. Good to see you again, I've missed you the last few times you've been round. Seems like I'm continuously bloody working away."
While you've been working away, I've been staring at your Wife's ass. I thought to myself.
"No one said being a top-class lawyer was going to be easy." I tried to make a joke, still not totally sure of my place in a small kitchen where I was wearing the most clothes.
Paul smiled ruefully. "Amen to that!" He said. "Could do without having a hangover, got loads to do today and having a sore head just makes me want to eat and touch my wife." Paul ambled over to Charlotte who was standing in the corner sipping over a coffee mug. He put his arm round Charlotte pulling her into his body, then to my surprise inserted his hand down the back of her shorts. He had a good rummage, giving her ass a good squeeze. "Mm, no knickers." He said. "This is why I can't get anything done with a hangover."
Charlotte didn't flinch or bat his hand away. I expected her to say something like, "Paul we have guests!" or "Save it for later!" but she continued to sip her coffee while her husband was feeling her up.
"I never wear knickers in bed. It's unhygienic" Charlotte said. "I like to have some air down below and let things breathe. If you want to go to the normal place for brunch, we'd better get a shimmy on, its 10am already and you know how you can never get a table past 11." Charlotte looked down at Paul's boxers which had visibly tented since his hand had been rubbing her cheeks. "it's going to take a while to stuff that into a pair of trousers." She said staring pointedly at Paul's cock, which then made me stare at it as well, which was uncomfortable. "I'm getting in the shower."
Paul and I sat through in the lounge finishing our coffee with the sound of the shower running in the background. We watched the sports news channel and chatted amiably about football and rugby. To be honest I couldn't really have given a toss about sport, my mind was more on the thought of Charlotte having a shower, but I was pleased that things seemed to be roughly normal.
Eventually the shower stopped, and Charlotte appeared at the lounge door, wrapped relatively demurely in a towel.
"You can jump in if you like Mark. I left a towel in for you." She said heading for the bedroom.
I took myself into the bathroom and disrobed. As I was standing naked, I noticed a laundry basket in the corner of the room. Pretending to myself that I was being merely curious I gingerly opened the lid. Lying on top of a pile of clothes were the tights that Charlotte had been wearing the night before. Further examination revealed a real prize tucked below the tights, the black lacy knickers that Charlotte had also been wearing and let me spend hours looking at. Now, as I carefully extracted the knickers trying not to disturb the remaining contents of the basket, I realised I was stepping over the boundaries of what might be considered acceptable behaviour as a houseguest. That said, my head was reeling from the events of the previous night so as a I held Charlotte's worn knickers in my hand, I told myself that surely normal rules didn't apply.
Examining the crotch, I could see that Charlotte had at some point in the day, leaked a considerable amount of fluid as there was a clear stain where her cunt had rubbed against the fabric. I had already crossed the line of acceptability so "In for a penny," I thought, and I pressed the knickers against my nose and inhaled deeply. I breathed in a sweet musky aroma. There I was standing naked in my friend's bathroom, smelling her dirty knickers while slowly wanking my hard cock. Not a position I thought I would ever be in.
I was conscious that time was passing, and I didn't want Charlotte or Paul to start wondering why I was taking so long in the shower. I turned the shower on giving it some time to warm up but after not having any release for several hours my cock was throbbing almost painfully. I picked up Charlotte's knickers once more and wrapped them around my cock as a rubbed myself to a conclusion trying to me careful not to leave any noticeable stains. It didn't take long for me to shoot several powerful jets of ejaculate across the bath where I was aiming and splatter against the tiled wall. It was the most aggressive climax I had experienced in several years. I took one final sniff and before I could get aroused all over again returned the knickers as close to the position I found them as I could manage. I quickly showered and dressed and left the bathroom to see if Charlotte and Paul were ready.
Neither of the pair where in the kitchen or lounge so I figured they must be in the bedroom. I wondered towards the kitchen at a bit of a loose end and glanced towards their bedroom where the door was half open. I had never been in Charlotte's bedroom, from where I was standing by the kitchen door you could only have seen into a small part of the bedroom even if the door was fully open. As it was slightly ajar, I could see a thin strip of carpet about half a metre wide. What I realised though was that leaning against the wall was a full-length mirror which was just in my view. While I could only see a small portion of the room through the door itself, the angle of my vision against the mirror gave me a much fuller view than I might have expected. What I saw nearly made my eyes burst.
Charlotte was fully dressed and looked ready to go. Paul, in his hungover state had failed to make much progress and was standing in only his boxer shorts with what appeared to be a substantial erection visible beneath the fabric. I overheard some muffled talking like they were clearly conscious of the rather thin walls until I overheard Charlotte clearly saying, "We are going to be late if you don't get your ass in gear."
"I'd like to get your ass in gear." Paul replied, failing to keep his voice down. "In the gear of my cock!".
"OK, what you just said makes absolutely no sense." Charlotte replied sounding exasperated but not annoyed
"Made you smile though." Said Paul. "You'd like your ass to be in cock gear. You'll find its just next to reverse."
"Still making no sense." But Charlotte was laughing now. "Will you get the fuck ready? I think Mark is out the shower now, you can go in."
