Charlotte 7
It took a little while to rinse off, especially since we had so much soap spread around ourselves and I kept getting distracted by "helping" Charlotte get clean. We did eventually turn off the shower, though, and stepped out onto the very cool drying stone mat I forgot to mention on the way in. Once we were dry, Charlotte and I wrapped towels around ourselves and went back down to the sunroom. She had a smaller towel around her hair as well, and she laughed when I told her how sexy I found that look. I actually had to explain why that was true--like so many women, she thought of herself as sloppy if she wasn't all put together and styled. I like to think I was sincere enough for her to believe me.
Anyway, we were sprawled on the couch side by side, her leg over mine, sipping the beers she had set out earlier. She was telling me how exciting it was to see me cum, and how she'd always wondered what guys looked like when they were jacking off. She was pretty open about it now that it had happened--I couldn't imagine her saying that an hour ago!
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Char--I hope you know how much I did!"
She giggled and said, "Uh-huh!" with raised eyebrows, which made us both laugh.
Then her face grew hesitant again, like the veil of her old personality returning.
"Can I ask you something?" she asked in a quieter tone. "It's about what you like...what guys like."
"Anything, Char."
"Would you want to watch me?"
"Oh, my God, yes!" I burst out. "Any sane man would want to watch a beautiful woman touching herself--I can't think of anything sexier!"
"It's just that no one really talks about it...like it makes you a slut or something if you're...doing that all the time."
"No, Charlotte--it makes you a person. There's an old saying: 90% of adults admit to masturbating, and 10% lie about it."
She giggled, her expression brighter but still serious.
"I do it a lot," she whispered. "Not just since we...you know."
"Charlotte--that's fine and normal. I told you earlier how much I was thinking about you this weekend. That's been true for a while. You've been part of my fantasy life all year!"
She actually blushed when I said that. I didn't feel the need to tell her about making love to my wife and imagining it was Charlotte--I just wanted her to know that everyone took care of their own needs in their own ways.
"When you think of me," she continued quietly, "what am I doing?"
"Well," I said openly, "sometimes I think about the things we've done already. I think about you bent over that stool in the conference room or showing me your boobs that first time. I think about you sucking me. I think about how amazing it feels to be inside you. Sometimes I think about just holding you naked, body to body. I guess I'll have to add the whole shower scene to my images, though--that was sexy as hell!"
"What was?" she asked, her eyes serious again.
"All of it, Char..." I began.
Then I paused to kiss her, and while I was doing that, I tugged the tucked-in top of her towel loose and slipped my hand inside to caress her stomach. The far side fell away from her body exposing her from shoulder to thigh. With the back of my hand, I brushed across her nipple and watched as her whole areola began to tighten and swell.
"But I really liked the part where you were touching yourself, Charlotte--playing with your nipple."
"Oh," she said earnestly as she nodded.
"And your other hand was down here," I said as I slid the side of my hand down her flank and in toward her mound.
When it got there, I stroked her just as she had done herself, trailing the tips of my fingers along the side of her pussy. Her lips parted as she drew in a deep breath. Her knee came up and fell against the cushioned arm of the couch, opening herself up once more.
"Just like that, Charlotte--that was the sexy thing you were doing that made me cum so hard!"