By the way the light washes through the room, it has to be well past noon. I vaguely remember seeing 3:05 on the alarm clock just before sinking into unconsciousness. Neither of us has left the bed since. More accurately, were allowed to leave. This was at Charlotte's insistence.
We had fallen asleep in the exact position that I came, with Charlotte's hand between my legs and her arm draped behind my head. Our faces pressed together in an unconscious kiss. She hadn't even let me wipe up the mess I made on our bodies. Mostly, my body.
I didn't mind. As nasty as things had gotten, what was a little cum between lovers? Besides, we did a pretty good job of cleaning up. We had been like cats licking the mess off each other.
But now, without the cover of night, I feel a little embarrassed by the idea of cum on my lips. It seemed like the right thing to do at the time; it just doesn't seem that way now.
As I lie in bed, I listen to the soft sighing snores coming from the other side of the bed. I find them soothing. Such an innocent departure from the filth coming out of her mouth just eight hours ago. It's relaxing. Sweet, even.
I'm of course, no longer aroused. Last night took a toll on my body and even a full night's sleep can't shake the hours that came before it. Last night's debauchery was just too shocking. Our actions, too unspeakable. In the light of day, shame starts to rear its ugly head.
We've shifted enough in our sleep that we are no longer touching. I quietly turn over and see the silhouette of Charlotte's body on its side. A perfect hour-glass but for the extra bump in the bottom half. I like that it's disproportional. Such a large and round ass.
I still marvel at the frenzied sex of the night before. I kick myself a bit for cumming so soon the second time. Or for that matter, the first. Having anal with Charlotte is just about the best sex I can think of, so I'm a little disappointed I didn't give myself the chance to actually do it.
I guess there'd still be time later in the week. I suspect that after last night, we'd spend today gambling. Which wasn't the worst idea in the world. We did come to Atlantic City for a reason. I look down at myself, completely naked; and completely soft.
I can't remember the last time I woke up without a hard-on. I decide to give myself a pass. I did after all, have the craziest sex I ever had last night. I still couldn't believe Charlotte had given herself up like that. So nasty. So dirty. I wonder if she's going to act as if it didn't happen when she wakes up. I figure I'd take her lead on that. No sense in recounting what might be embarrassing for us both.
Only, I can't get the events out of my head. There is a part of me that's dying to know whether it was being tied up or being so dirty that got me aroused the second time. It suddenly seems very important for me to know. It seemed to happen so fast. The fact that Charlotte took total control certainly didn't hurt. And the way she talked, God, that was so incredibly hot.
Thinking about that makes me think about the Champagne and I simply can't get over that experience. I wonder just how much of that Champagne she really had. She was quite the animal. Overall, I had a feeling it would be a night I'd come back to again and again in my imagination. More likely than not, with my cock in my hand.
When she's at her most playful, Charlotte will put dirty panties in my bag, text me nasty messages, and indulge my deepest fantasies. But I had never known her to be so...so, deviant.
I imagine that she didn't count on me tearing open her tights; which in Charlotte's book, was probably a step too far. Hell, it went too far in my book -- but only after I came. Prior to me cumming, it seemed like the only thing I wanted.
The only thing I needed. Once again, my inner-Jeckyl and Hyde plays its tricks on me. It occurs to me that Charlotte actually broke that spell last night. How was that possible? As I think this, my eyes are drawn to the bottom half of the hourglass.
That ass. That damned ass. Surely I wasn't so perverted that the smell of her ass was enough to do the trick. To undo Mother Nature's limits. But that smell was so strong. So potent. And sure enough, it was her backing up on my face that did it.
I look at the mound under the comforter again and tell myself that can't possibly be right. Something as simple as smell can't be the one thing that arouses me after I've cum. It was too simple; and quite frankly, too deviant. After all, it wasn't something as scientific as pheromones.
Or even the salty taste of her sweat; which I've told myself many times is what turns me on about her dirty panties. There's no doubt that pungent smell can do the trick, but there was none of that last night. She hadn't been slaving away at work, or walking around in the same pair of panties. She had just showered. And of course, the other thing.
I feel extremely conflicted. It confounds me. And then, I suddenly have an idea. I'm not aroused, so now is exactly the right time. I flip up the cover, just enough to see Charlotte's half naked body. Lucky for me, Charlotte likes to sleep with the bottom half naked. Neither of us cleaned up after last night, so why not see if this is what does it?
A part of my mind (the Hyde part), chides me for being stupid. What the hell? You'll just make a damn fool of yourself and besides, what if she wakes up? We were both a little tipsy last night and sure, things got out of hand, but it's daytime now. You don't want to do this. You're just going to gross yourself out.
And even worse, you'll gross out Charlotte if she catches you. What's she going to think about you? Fucking pervert is what she'll think. You'll be lucky to get anywhere close to that ass again. Just roll back over and go to sleep. Hell, last night was fun and spontaneous; but her ass isn't a science experiment I tell myself. Scream at myself.
I pull the cover back over her. Done is done. And we have two more days to fit plenty of fun in. Just...just not right now. Not only was I not horny, I didn't want to get horny. And Charlotte had her fill. At least for a little while. We don't need to keep going at it like a bunch of horny teenagers.
Each time I make it dirty, you're gonna clean it up. The memory of her words bring a smile on my lips. Even as I start to doze I replay all the nasty words that had spilled from Charlotte's mouth.
Each time I make it dirty, you're gonna clean it up. Don't you fucking dare. I'll fucking dirty it up again. You're gonna get it so dirty baby. You're gonna get it right after I make it dirty.
Jesus. Was that really Charlotte? I catch myself lifting the comforter again. The curvature of her hips. The white creaminess of her skin. It's not sexual. It's more of an artistic admiration.
Last night I threw curiosity aside for lust. Now its lust that's secondary to my curiosity. What would it be like to just put my face down there? Would it still smell? Would it still taste sweet? But most importantly, would it still turn me on? I'm conflicted. There's a part of me that hopes the smell of her ass won't do anything for me. Then again.
Ah hell. What was the matter with me? When would I get this chance again? As I get ready to wiggle myself down, Charlotte stirs. I completely freeze. There's a rush that reminds me of the first time looking at porn. The fear of getting caught. The conflict of curiosity. I count to six before I hear that soft snoring sound again. I exhale.
When I finally get my nerve, I slowly pull back the comforter.
"Good morning baby."
My heart catches in my throat. I'm able to conceal my surprise, but just barely.
"Hey baby." I manage.
"What time is it?" Her voice is sleepy. Sleepy but incredibly cute.
"I dunno. I just woke up myself."
She turns around and smiles. It's sweet Charlotte that looks at me. I can't help but lean in for a kiss. She returns it; but it's chaste. The devilish lust in her eyes from the night before is completely gone.
"My breath stinks. I'm gonna go brush my teeth."
Before I get a chance to respond, she stumbles out of bed. I drop my head back on the bed, content. A great night of sex followed by a great night of sleep. I am perfectly happy. I start thinking about getting up; getting myself ready for the tables at the casino. As I do, I stretch my arms out and yawn.
