Charlotte Ch 02 1

Charlotte 2

Charlotte paused at the door of her room, flipped on the lights, and looked back at me. The overhead light was dimmed already and her hair blocked it partially; her expression was unreadable, her face in shadow. The confidence she had shown back in the conference room was gone, the initial urgency downstairs was spent, and I remembered that even though we were in her house, even though she had just ground herself to orgasm against me, she was a young and inexperienced woman who had taken a huge leap. I wondered immediately if she was having second thoughts, so I broke the momentary silence to reassure her.

"Hey..." I said softly. "Nothing has to happen here, Charlotte. Whatever you want to do now is fine with me."

"No!" she replied quickly. "It's just...I've never...brought anybody up here."

My hand went to her shoulder reassuringly, but she didn't move.

"I mean it, Charlotte. There's no pressure. We can go downstairs and have a snack, or I can get in my car and go and everything stays the same as it was. It's okay."

Her head came up and she brushed her hair back so that I could see her face. Her expression was still hard to read, but the tilt of her chin was suddenly more confident, almost challenging, and her eyes held mine without hesitation.

"No," she said again. "I want you to come in. I don't want you to go. I just...I don't know what to do," she finished simply.

I smiled and squeezed her shoulder, pulling her closer and leaning in until our lips were an inch apart.

"Let's take it one step at a time, Char...we can just do whatever feels right and take it one step at a time. No pressure."

Her expression softened to a happier look and she nodded unconsciously, accepting the idea. Then she pushed herself up on tiptoe a bit and kissed me quickly on the lips. Then she turned a little and nudged the door open wider with her foot. A neatly-made single bed took up half of the right-hand wall, the blue-and-cream comforter folded back to reveal crisp, pale sheets and two pillows. One door at the foot of the bed was open to reveal a jumbled closet. The other door, I guessed, led to the bathroom.To the left stood a tall white dresser, a full-length mirror, and a small, neat desk. In front of us were three windows looking over the back yard where I could see landscape lights illuminating a few trees and an extensive stone patio, its furniture covered for the winter weather. Bookshelves filled with knick-knacks and books and felt bins full of who-knows-what spread the length of the wall beneath the windows. The air was warm and the lingering smell of her soap or shampoo or whatever smelled so good about her filled my senses.

"Step one is to come in, Mr. Robertson!" Charlotte whispered dramatically, a chuckle lurking in her voice.

I chuckled aloud in response and took one giant step forward, nudging her aside and planting both my feet on an oval rag rug that defined the front half of the room.

"Okay!" I said firmly. "I'm in. What's step two?"

"Well," Charlotte said, "I guess after all that kissing downstairs, you could tell me you like my room and then kiss me some more."

"I love your room, Charlotte. It's beautiful and it smells like your hair and I love being here!"

She grinned at the playful shift in tone and at the compliment. She stepped around so that she stood in front of me again and reached up to put her arms around my neck. Tilting my head down, I kissed her softly but firmly and felt her body come against mine as she relaxed into the kiss. Soon our tongues were teasing each other again and I felt her breathing more deeply. To be honest, I was doing the same...it was a thrill to be in her room, knowing we had hours to ourselves, and feeling that nubile body coming back to life under my hands. My pulse was racing and I could feel my cock starting to harden as it basked in my own arousal and the warmth of her belly pressing against it.

"Step three..." she mumbled against my lips.

Her hands stopped caressing my back and came between us, but our kiss continued. She tugged at the waist of my polo shirt until it came out of my pants, then pushed it upward. I smiled into our kiss and raised my arms compliantly as she reached my armpits, tilting them forward to make things easier for her. She finished her move with a flourish and threw my shirt toward the dresser, but it fell short. She didn't notice, though...she was suddenly focused on the bare masculine chest in front of her. I'm no Adonis, but I keep in decent shape and seeing Charlotte's eyes exploring my body was a thrill I will treasure. Her hands followed momentarily and she stroked me from my waist up to my pecs, running her fingers through my chest hair, and then up across my shoulders and down the backs of my arms. Her eyes were wide as she drank in every detail, every texture and muscle. Finally, she wrapped her cool hands around my waist and nestled her cheek against my chest, breathing deeply as her eyes closed in contentment. I held her close and stroked her hair as she clung to me.

When her eyes opened at last, she tilted her head up and smiled at me.

"I can hear your heart beating!" she said with a laugh. "It's pretty loud when I put my ear right against you!"

"It's pretty excited," I murmured back with a smile.

"You feel so good," she murmured, her smile fading into earnestness. "So warm and soft and...muscley."

"You know what feels even better, Char?" I asked quietly.

"What?"

"Step four!" I said with a grin.

Her eyes opened wide when I dropped my hands to the hem of her hoodie, bunched my fingers to capture both layers, and tugged them up eagerly. She moved back a fraction and raised her arms in a graceful, trusting motion until they brushed my ears. I slowed down when I got above her belly, peeking down to watch her smooth skin emerge in the dim light...the silky ripples of her taut stomach, the curve of her waist. I felt the resistance of her breasts as I pulled her clothing higher and then they popped into view just as the neckline covered her eyes. I heard her gasp as she realized she was exposed fully, but she couldn't see my face as I reacted to the sudden thrill I felt. Her breasts were small and firm, perched high on her slender chest. Her areolas were an inch wide and puffing up nicely, showing off the adorable upward tilt of her dark pink nipples as they hardened in the cooler air. I groaned with pleasure and lifted her hoodie and tank off entirely. Charlotte's eyes snapped to my face and when she saw the rapt look of lust and satisfaction there, her lips curled once more into that secretive, smug, and uniquely feminine smile I had glimpsed before. Still, there was a trace of uncertainty in her expression, so I jumped in to fill the momentary silence.

"God, Charlotte!" I gasped in genuine delight. "You are SO beautiful and sexy! I can't wait to feel your skin on mine!"

Her grin widened as she stepped between my feet, pressing her breasts into my belly and wrapping her arms around me once more. The sensation was incredible, and I heard her groan at the same time I did. Her face was crushed against my pecs and I let my hands roam from her shoulders to her waist, exploring the exquisite smoothness of her young skin, feeling the play of muscles in her back as she rocked slightly against me.

"Mmm..." she whispered. "I like step four a LOT!"

"Me, too!" I whispered back, dropping my head to kiss the top of hers.

Her fingers dug into the muscles of my back as she kneaded me and breathed deeply. Then she tilted her face up, clearly wanting to be kissed, so I craned my neck downward and complied. Our movement separated us just a little bit-she was still standing between my feet, so my thighs were pinned against hers and her lower belly was trapped against my hardening cock. Her breasts, though, barely brushed against my rib cage and we both paused at the feeling, looking down between us at the same time to watch. She giggled, then looked back up at me.

"They look so small against your body!" she said in a happy voice.

"They're perfect, and they feel amazing!" I replied, "Even if they ARE poking me!"

That drew another giggle, and then her expression turned more serious. Not unhappy, but her eyes were dark with emotion and the smile was gone from her lips. Questions flickered across my mind about her body image, but I was totally wrong.

"You're not the only one getting poked, you know?" she asked, looking straight into my eyes.

Fortunately, I saw her lips twitch a second later and I laughed out loud, squeezing her tight for a moment and letting her go.

"Yeah..." I said with a nod, "sorry about that! It's what happens when I kiss a beautiful woman who's rubbing her breasts against me."

Once again, we both looked down between our bodies to where they met, and she moved one foot back a fraction to see further. My cock was trapped in its khaki prison, but it was a rigid bar straining the fabric diagonally down to my left, pressing hard against her bare belly at the top and the fabric of her leggings lower down. Her right hand rose of its own accord and she placed her palm against my cock for the first time, sliding down until her fingers curled around the tip.

"It's so hard and hot!" she whispered. "I can feel it right through your pants!"

"Do you want to see it, Charlotte?" I asked quietly. "That's step five, and it's a big one."

She looked up at me, her palm still pressed in place, and her delicate chin bobbed as she nodded without speaking.

Stepping back, let go of her as I kicked my slip-ons off to the side. Her lips parted and she crossed her arms in front of her body, almost hugging herself with anticipation. I paused to enjoy her utter attention and then dropped my hands to my waistband, tugging the belt-buckle loose and opening the button. With a quick shove, I pushed my pants down over my hips-never a graceful moment for a guy-and let them fall to my feet. I kicked them aside as well without moving much and Charlotte's eyes stayed glued to the dark blue fabric of my boxer-briefs. Glancing down at myself, I noticed two things: my poor cock was straining the cloth even more as it tried to stand upright, and a wet spot had formed at the tip, signaling my intense arousal.

Charlotte seemed entranced and I heard her breathing more heavily in the quiet of her bedroom. Her arms uncrossed and without even glancing up at me she reached both hands for my groin. One hand slipped lower down, palm up, to cradle my balls. The other traced the length of my shaft with the groove between her thumb and forefinger, stroking slowly to the tip and back. I groaned at the sudden sensations of her hands and her eyes came back to my face.

"Can I see it?" she whispered.

I nodded, gazing into her eyes, and replied: "That's step six, Charlotte, but you have to do it yourself. I want you to kneel down and pull my underwear off so you can see everything up close. Are you okay with that?"

"Yesss," she whispered uncertainly.

It was my turn to be entranced for a moment by the sight in front of me. Charlotte brushed her hair back behind both ears-an endearing gesture I had seen countless times-and knelt down with effortless flexibility until she rested on her heels. Because she had her arms up, they pressed her breasts together into an enchanting valley of cleavage that quivered as she settled herself. Her eyes flicked back and forth from my face to my cock and back again as she hesitated. The whole scene was so thrilling that I almost held my breath. To put her at ease, though, I remembered to smile at her as she took this enormous step.

Within moments, she made up her mind and moved her hands to the waistband of my shorts. Her slim fingers curled into the fabric and tugged down a few inches, baring the top of my carefully groomed pubic hair. Another tug and the base of my shaft came into sight, but the fabric was stretched tight over my ass and she had to shift her grip to get any further. She licked her lips, her eyes now locked on my emerging hardon, and pulled again. This time, she went slowly, and the edge of the elastic dragged with excruciating deliberation down along the shaft, almost tickling its length. Her fingernails scratched my thighs, but I didn't care-I just wanted to see her expression when she saw it all!

Finally, that moment came. The waistband slipped over the head of my cock and it snapped up to slap against my belly, starting the lovely teenage woman kneeling in front of me. She gasped and then giggled, her eyes darting up to my face for a moment as her hands shoved my underwear down and out of the way. I could feel her breath on the underside of my cock and realized once again how much this nubile young woman was turning me on!

"I want to touch it!" she whispered, still looking up at me.

"You can do whatever you want, Char...do what you did before with your hands. It was perfect!"

Her face turned intently toward my cock again and she reached with both hands. The webbing between thumb and forefinger traveled the length of my underside from bottom to top and her other hand cupped my balls gently. The combination made me twitch with excitement, which drew another giggle and brought her eyes back to my face.

"Sorry!" I said ironically. "I can't help it when you do something that makes me feel so good!"

"I thought I hurt you!" she said, her voice less awed now that she knew I was enjoying her touch.

"Charlotte, you could hit me with a brick right now and I'd still feel good!" I told her with a laugh to ease the tension of the moment.

She giggled and looked back at my cock, stroking it up and down again the same way. Her hand slid through the precum at the tip and spread it on its descent. She seemed to know that was a good thing instinctively, because the next time she got to the tip, she pivoted her hand to collect some more and spread it more thoroughly on the way down. She was a natural, but I knew she was at the limit of her experience still, so I gave her some guidance.

"Wrap that hand around me, Charlotte. Spread that all around-it's called precum, and it's supposed to make everything slippery. You can stroke me up and down even better when your hand is all slick."

She nodded without looking up and did what I asked. Her thumb grazed the ridge along the bottom of my shaft over and over again. Each time she swiped across the top, my cock throbbed with pleasure and released another drop of precum. After a few repetitions, I groaned and reached down to put one hand on her shoulder, squeezing to emphasize how good she was making me feel.

"Are you going to...?" she asked in a slightly awed voice, still not looking up.

"No, Char...that's a long way off even though you're doing great!"

She looked up at me then and her eyes were wide with yearning.

"I want to make you feel like I did downstairs!" she said with some urgency.

"You will, babe...you absolutely will, but we're just getting started here. We have a lot more steps to take care of, remember?"

"Okay, Mr. Robertson. What's the next step?"

For a second, I considered teaching her how to suck me, but I knew that was too big a leap. Instead, I reached down and took both of her hands in mine, ignoring the slickness there and pulling her up to her feet again. Then I pulled her against my body so that my cock lay slippery and wet against her belly. Her eyes flicked to it and then returned to my face trustingly.

"The next step," I said seriously, "is evening up the clothing ratio we have going on here! And for that, I think I want you on the bed. Is that okay?"

"Mr. Robertson," she said with equal seriousness, "everything you want to do is okay. You can stop worrying about that. I just want you to tell me what to do instead of asking permission for every step. I trust you, and I want to make it good for you even if I don't know what to do next. Can you do that?"

"I can do that, Charlotte, and I will. I just want you to take things slowly and do what YOU want, not just what I want. That's the right way to learn, and that's the right way to be with anyone else down the road. It's got to be a two-way street."

She nodded in understanding. Yes-I realize that I'm a noble, wonderful man. I really did want to start her off on the right foot sexually, and it was hugely ironic that I was a grown man taking advantage of a much younger woman at the same time. I don't think they hand out Presidential Awards for that kind of thing. Back to the story.

"Now get on the bed, Charlotte, with your head on the pillow. But first, kick off your shoes!"

She did exactly what I asked and a moment later was gazing up at me trustingly, her arms by her sides as if she was unsure what to do with her hands. Her hair was fanned slightly across the pillow and her nipples and areolas were fully erect, begging for attention as they pointed up to the ceiling.

She looked so beautiful and so serious that I had to lighten things up a little. Moving quickly to the foot of the bed, I grabbed one foot in each hand and grinned.

"The first rule of being in bed is no socks allowed!"

She giggled as I hooked a finger in each ankle sock and yanked them off, letting her feet thump down onto the comforter. Then, with my eyes holding her gaze, I moved up to the head of the bed and leaned over her, resting my hand on the mattress beside her shoulder. With a little smile, I kissed her softly on the lips. One of her hands rose up to hold my neck and the other stroked the arm planted beside her. I held that kiss until I felt her relax, then pulled back, still smiling down at her. She watched me with anticipation gleaming in her eyes.

Shifting my weight, I pulled out of her grasp and moved down her body. I leaned down to kiss each side of her neck and she turned her head to give me access. With my free hand, I stroked her arm for a moment and then moved it to her belly. I chuckled to myself when I felt the muscles flutter beneath my hand.

"I promise not to tickle!" I murmured, laying my palm flat on her silky skin.

Whatever she might have said in reply vanished when my lips descended on her nipple. Instead, I heard a gentle gasp and her arms wrapped around my shoulder and neck again, pulling me into her. I suckked gently and slid my hand up to cup her breast and I flicked the tip with my tongue. Charlotte groaned and a quick glance showed me that her eyes were closed in bliss. I moved my attention to the other nipple then, sucking just the same way but stroking the one I had left with the side of my thumb. After changing sides a few times back and forth, I lay my hand back on her belly and sucked her whole areola into my mouth, lifting the soft globe of her breast upward as I swirled my tongue around. My hand, meanwhile, slid down to her waistline and then back and forth from hip to hip, which made her wriggle her hips with pleasure. I guessed that she was ready for more, so I reluctantly left her breasts and kissed down the pale, smooth valley between them while I settled my hip lower toward the foot of the bed and sank down onto the firm mattress.

Looking up at her face, I saw that her eyes were still closed and I smiled to myself. As I trailed my fingertips along the top of her leggings, I breathed deeply and admired the nubile perfection stretched out next to me. Time for step seven, I thought to myself.

Dipping my fingertips under the waistline, I stroked her from both hips toward the middle and back out. Her lower body twitched again and her hands rose unconsciously to rest on her ribcage just below her breasts. I leaned down to kiss her belly as I tugged her leggings down a few inches. Then I slowed myself and kissed the line of pale, soft skin I had exposed, feeling the warmth of her body and the flutter of her abs as I did. When I moved my hands lower, I felt the soft fabric of her panties brush my fingertips and made sure to hook into them as well, pausing once more to kiss each millimeter of her that was revealed.