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!"
Her eyes were locked onto mine as she twisted her body a little bit and shimmied away from me a few inches. Her towel fell open between us and she stretched her near leg toward me so that she lay almost flat on her back, her head raised by the back of the couch. Her hands came up slowly and assumed the positions I'd just been talking about--the near one playing with her breast and the far hand bumping mine aside to stroke along the crease between her thigh and hip, barely brushing the silky hairs there.
"Like this?" she whispered.
"Exactly like that, babe...that's what made me cum so hard."
"Did you ever imagine me doing this when YOU were?" she continued.
"Of course, Charlotte--I always imagine that!"
She smiled then and closed her eyes. Her right hand stayed on her breast just barely brushing around her nipple. Her left hand, though, became my focus. With her legs spread the way they were, I could already see the darker pink of her pussy peeking out. Her fingers trailed along the outside one more time and then up into the patch of hair on her mound. They lingered there for a moment and then her hand flattened out, sliding down again so that her fingers parted two-and-two and spread to run down each side of her pussy. She sighed happily and rubbed herself several times like that, her fingers twisting a little bit to add pressure to each lip, pushing them into her center and then nudging them back out so that they opened a bit more each time. She was breathing deeply and steadily now and I could already feel her body warming up and smell her growing arousal. In the warmth of my towel, my cock stirred back to life.
I caught the glint as her eyes opened slightly and looked up at her face to see her smiling at me.
"Is THIS what you were thinking of?" she whispered.
"Exactly that, Charlotte--exactly that!"
Her eyes closed again and she made a small, happy noise deep in her throat. My eyes went back to her hands. The one was now strumming across her nipple and the other was curling inward as she continued moving it up and down. I could see her fingertips dipping between her swollen lips now, her juices glistening again as she pleasured herself more and more. I even heard the slight liquidy snick of her arousal as her fingers grew slick and moved more steadily along her opening.
"Put a finger inside yourself, Charlotte!" I whispered, shifting my weight so that I could see better and get to my cock beneath the towel.
She smiled without opening her eyes and did as I instructed. I watched her run her middle finger down her slit once more to coat it and then curl it up into herself, watched it disappear into the tight, velvety channel we had opened together. She whimpered as it passed fully inside her, paused, and came back out. She took another deep breath and then began doing it over and over, her other fingers splayed across her lips while her longest one fucked into her sweet young pussy. Her breathing quickened at this new level of excitement and I watched, totally entranced, as she dropped her other hand from her breast and laid it across her mound. Her fingertips pressed into the soft skin deeply and started making small circles just over her clit. Her breath shuddered and she shifted her hips, pulling her other foot up and letting her knee fall against me as she spread herself open completely. The soles of her feet were pressed together at the edge of the couch cushion. My hand unconsciously found my cock and smeared the copious precum along its length, stroking myself as I watched the fantasy unfolding in front of me.
Her fingertips circled her clit faster and faster and her middle finger plunged again and again into her slippery pussy. I glanced up and saw that both her nipples were tight, poking straight up from the wide, puffy areolas they topped. I stroked myself steadily and breathed more deeply myself as the combination began to work on me rapidly.
Charlotte must have heard that or felt my motion because her eyes opened halfway and she looked me up and down, then smiled.
