Chapter 2: A Pivotal Moment
I found myself in my car, watching as Charlie drove away in her Miata. Lingering aromas of her distinct scent filled my senses, causing mild arousal. I stayed seated, held captive by reminiscing on the past 24 hours. It was a series of events that had culminated in an incredibly intimate and erotic experience.
My body was still craving contact as I vividly remembered heady dates with this dazzling, young woman. We drank copiously, got drunk and then delved into the kinkiest escapades of my lifetime. I was overwhelmed, yearning for her touch, savoring my own actions, and the unparalleled sensations.
My mind reeled with solutions. I had to return to Jim, my wife. He would eagerly absorb every detail. I figured it would lead to a romantic interlude. The mere anticipation rendered me enlivened.
At home, it panned out as predicted. As Jim's arousal heightened, our discussion progressed. I transitioned to the bedroom where we conclusively coupled. In retrospect, I could surmise the true gravity of Jim's fascination for his wife tending to another woman, which he subtly suggested. It was an ardent fantasy. As I reminisced, my now elated husband seemed more aroused, if not as much.
I eventually thought I'd moved on. I remained enamored of my spouse, relished in our union, and counted on profound passion. I crash-landed into a stellar sex life that I'd assimilated as a time of maturing desire. I rested complacently next to my dear Jim, satiated and fatigued.
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Upon exit from work, the conference room was empty save for me. I changed out of my OR scrubs, putting my regular clothing back on. As I sat on the bench to slide my pants off, I was unsettled to notice Charlie sauntering out of the locker area.
I recognized the pink ensemble directly in sight. "Charlie? Why here?" My voice dangled in puzzled contemplation.
Wordlessly, she glided toward me, predatory eyes glittering with anticipation. I was rooted in position, entranced by her captivating stature. I knew what her breasts could do to me. I felt my arousal stir as she crept closer. I was trapped there by my own attraction.
"Charlie, I..." I started, aware that my voice trailed off.
Her fingertips brushed my shoulders as her hand began to move into position for a customary hand massage which she had expertly performed the night before. I stammered, unable to stem the stream of dirty thoughts fluttering in my mind.
Alas, her skilled fingers parted. The anxious locomotion ceased when she took off her sports bra, delicately exposing her well-defined, golden chest before me. Captivated by those nipples inches above my head, my eyes drifted back and forth between those tempting orbs. Her hands parted from me, revealing the gentle curve of her breast.
"I...I don't think, I can't...," I stammered, watching as her other fingers casually tugged the straps down.
She bent down and nonchalantly, slid her sports bra off. I was stupefied. Silently, her breasts tantalized me.
"I...I know you want me," she cooed passionately, not frightening me. My eyes were glued to her brown nipples.
I tried nodding slowly and then found myself motionless, starstruck.
"I know you can't resist me," she whispered, while releasing a strand of hair from my eyes.
My body obeyed her will, my eyes shifted from one nipple to the next, the tenderness of these sensitive regions entrancing me in the increasingly erotic act. My body seemed to have a will of its own.
I was powerless as her hand dipped beneath my top, cupping my essence. Her other hand firmly clasped a lock of my hair. The haunting image made me close my eyes and snugly pull her breasts against my face.
The captivating hazel eyes penetrated my eyelids.
"Then surrender to me," she whispered, encouraging me to give in to her desires. I obliged her take, her breasts rubbing gently over one of my eyes. She grabbed my hands and shifted my head back into position.
Her chest was unveiled and she was holding my hands securely above my head. She began to caress my nipples as she held my gaze, relishing in the recognition of a sizzling attraction. Suddenly I was naked in my workplace. Only then did I begin feeling uneasy. But she whispered in my ear.
"You know how I love to see you melt."
Charlie glided down my body, her breasts brushing against my collarbone until they landed on my chest. Her face was a few inches from mine, and she gave me a sweet smile, her blonde ponytail hanging down on one side. I felt pinned, but there was no escape on my mind. Our breaths mingled as our lips were about to touch.
"Give me your tongue," she demanded.
Without thinking about it, I stuck out my tongue towards her mouth. Charlie waited, not moving, as I strained to reach her, my tongue brushing against her lips and teeth. She then enveloped my tongue inside her mouth. Her head tilted to the side slightly, and she moved down, forcing me to open my mouth wider to let her in. It felt like an alien trying to suck out my brain through my mouth, and if it wasn't turning me on, I didn't know what would.
The blonde began bobbing her head up and down on my tongue. Her pelvis, pressed between my legs, pressed up against my sex, causing me to lift up on my toes as she ground against me. In a matter of seconds, I was groaning loudly due to the sensations caused by her movements.
Suddenly, the blonde sat up between my legs. As she rose, her hands slid down my body, over my chest to my stomach. For a while, we stared at each other, both of us breathing heavily. Then, the blonde got up off the bench and swung her leg over me. She was also naked. When had she taken off her pants?
Without realizing it, her toned legs were on either side of my face and her delicate, smooth flower was lowering toward me. I found myself lifting my head to reach her sooner, and parted her lips with my tongue. At almost the same moment, Charlie's tongue dove into my hole. Again, I was on my toes as those skilled lips worked their magic on my most sensitive area.
I did my best to mimic her movements, trying to give her the pleasure I was experiencing, but it wasn't long before I found myself moaning just as much as licking. My orgasm was imminent.
It was then that I remembered where we were, and I hoped I wasn't making too much noise. I leaned my head back just before my inevitable climax and realized we were no longer in the changing room, but in the middle of an operating room theater. We were on the operating table, with doctors I respected and fellow nurses around me. The observation area was filled with other coworkers, and right at the end of the table by my head was my husband, Jim.
Despite the shock, Charlie didn't stop. I screamed and jerked awake. The room was quiet, and Jim was breathing deeply, facing away from me. At least I hadn't screamed in reality, just in the dream.
I got up and went to the bathroom in an effort to calm down, even though I didn't really need to go. I sat on the toilet and noticed how soaked I was between my legs. I reached down and touched my clit, feeling the wetness. My hand lingered as my mind replayed parts of the dream and combined them with memories from yesterday.
Curses, Charlie, what are you doing to me, I thought. In no time, I was trembling through a small orgasm with her face looking up at me from between my legs. It wasn't a particularly large or satisfying orgasm, but it did help relax me enough to fall back asleep.
I spent the rest of the night tossing and turning with thoughts of the attractive woman I had just dreamt about, the one who turned my world upside down. By the time the alarm went off, I had decided that this relationship was too risky. What if Charlie showed up at my place of work like in the dream, or in some location where people we knew could see us? I couldn't risk the good life Jim and I had created. Even if he was okay with it, others may not be so understanding. It could affect my job, my social life, and Jim's business.
"So, are you going to see Charlie again?" Jim asked that morning as we got dressed.
He was trying to be casual but couldn't hide the excitement in his question. I finished getting into my ugly work shoes and started to leave the bedroom.
"I don't know," I responded as nonchalantly as possible. "Probably not."
"Why? I thought you really liked her," Jim pointed out as he followed me into the living room. "You said it was incredible."
"It was," I conceded, facing him, "but...after experiencing it, I'm perfectly happy with just you."
I gave Jim a quick kiss to emphasize my point and left the room before he could ask any more questions. I got halfway to the door but remembered I had forgotten my keys, so I had to go back and get them.
Once in the car, I had a choice to make. I was going to go to the coffee shop and carry on with my regular routine. If Charlie showed up, I would be friendly but tell her we couldn't meet again.
I drove to my favorite coffee shop, ordered my drink, and sat at my habitual spot. The place where I had once shared a table with Charlie, who had pressed her leg against my groin and sent shivers down my spine. No, I had to keep my thoughts in check. I can't let my mind wander, I needed to be strong. So, I chose another table and settled in.
Within the minute I had my coffee in hand, the morning crowd was already gathering. I breathed in the aroma, tasted the hot liquid, and took a deep breath. Drinking this coffee was a vital part of my morning routine before strolling into work.
I gazed around, searching for any familiar faces before catching sight of a woman that looked so familiar, with her blonde hair and perfect fitness attire. My eyes softened as I imagined her, leaving just the right amount to the imagination but still looking like a total stunner from a fitness magazine.
But I was meant to focus on my present, not the past, and I began to question whether I was secretly hoping she'd walk in. It wasn't a comfortable place to find myself in; neither excited nor disappointed at the thought of her arrival.
When I finished my cup of coffee and stood up to leave, I was relieved I hadn't crossed paths with her that day. In the privacy of my car, though, I was bummed. Was it best that I hadn't encountered her, I asked myself as I made my way to work.
A text from Charlie escaped my lock screen, bringing a smirk to my face before I scolded myself internally. I couldn't avoid her messages.
Charlie: Yesterday was so much fun! You were great!
Charlie: Want to see my sexy toys?
Astonished, I hesitated. I needed to talk to her and dismantle whatever was transpiring, but couldn't achieve this over text.
Me: Can we meet somewhere more private?
Caught off guard, I failed to catch Charlie's response before she sent another.
Charlie: Sounds demanding π
Clearing everything up, I responded.
Me: I want to talk.
Me: Not at the coffee shop.
Charlie: My apartment is perfect π
My heart skipped a beat when she suggested it. But, then she eased with a joke.
Charlie: Nah, jk. How's the gym downstairs before the morning rush? I'll bring the coffee!
The prospect of having an exclusive setting with her while also drinking coffee had a strange hold on me. As a result, I promised to meet her there the following day at morning's first light.
The next day I made dinner reservations. My best friend, Jim, wanted to discuss my ongoing connection with Charlie. I had made up my mind but leaned on him for support.
"Decided about the blonde?" Jim asked.
"I've decided to keep my distance from her. I'm frightened of the situation spiraling out of control."
"Why is that? It doesn't surprise me; especially given that someone might spot us together." I explained how it wasn't just my reputation at stake, but also my husband's. My friend, puzzled, reacted in disbelief, stating it wouldn't be an issue in the current year.
"We live in 2024. People are quite open-minded now."
My feelings were hurt as my reply revealed my true thoughts.
"This isn't about my bisexuality, Jim. It concerns having an affair with my husband's knowledge."
Jim's tone changed when he uttered, "But you're not cheating."
I glared at him for his insensitive inquiry before he confessed, "Our neighbors and friends might suspect something if they discover you are having affairs. So you mustn't."
He produced the image on his phone: a picture of Charlie holding a sign with "I'm going to F*** your wife" written on it. It was the same cheerful lady who was all curvy and soft, whose kisses had made my lips wet.
"Witness that body!" Jim enthused while showing the picture. "Had she been attracted to me, I'd have a hard time keeping it under control."
I had a hard time understanding how he could take such merry mocking, especially with somebody who excited me so much, in front of me. Perhaps I felt just as weak.
"Our neighbors and friends don't know our private lives," I explained. "And if you openly declared, 'Ignore my wife's cheating; allow her to have sex with other women', I believe it's best I avoid Charlie."
Jim's eyes met his phone, gripping the picture in a perfect comedic display.
"Can you keep away?" Jim inquired while holding the phone with the image up.
Seeing the crotch-shot of Charlie showing off her workout clothes and the sign made me realize my attraction. Jim, who had no real authority over my actions, still reached back to show me her body. I sighed before continuing the charade.
"I'll try Jim. I can't ignore the temptation."
My mind wandered back to her curves, the scent of her hair, her sweet lips and the way they had tempted me when they met me down the stairs. I thought of the way she teased me and how I wanted to engage in discussions like this more often.
The neighbors weren't what terrified me. It was Charlie. We'd been going behind Jim's back, and I felt trapped in my emotions. I was smart, confident, and loved by my husband. But Charlie... she made me forget all of this and simply worship her. Even now, just thinking about her was making me wet.
I couldn't reveal my feelings to Jim. He wouldn't understand the power she held over me.
"I've decided," I claimed. "We have a rendezvous tomorrow at her gym. I'll inform her then."
Jim understood when I stopped talking and stared at the table for a long time. He let silence dominate the room until I mentioned a sports team he liked.
Early next morning, I dressed in comfortable athletic gear, including a gray pair of yoga pants and a knotted t-shirt. My height matched Charlie's, and the outfit revealed my body figure. Shrugging off my awkwardness, I visited the gym where she worked, located across town. Charlie greeted me when I arrived, and I nervously hugged her. We Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ standing too close for too long, causing me to doubt my ability to end things.
We entered the gym, and Eddie, a young employee, greeted her with a smile. He offered to give us a tour, but Charlie explained that I was just visiting, not a prospective member. Eddie stepped back.
Charlie led me past a few exercise machines to the locker rooms. She locked away her belongings then turned to me, swaying her hips as she stood in between me and her locker.
"Wow, Sherry, the workout attire looks great on you," she complimented. "Feel free to take it off if you want."
I blushed. "I'm not here for that," I intimated.
She slid her hand near my butt, then stepped back.
"I brought these," she said, holding two 10 lb. weights. "Just copy my movements."
We moved to an unoccupied mat and began to work out. One huge guy was in the corner, busy with his own workout. Charlie kept trying to seduce me.
We eventually did a few deadlifts, and I noticed my confidence boosted quickly.
"Ready?" she asked. "Ten pounds aren't enough?"
"No, I...I'm good," I answered.
"Alright," she said, grabbing 25 lb. weights instead.
Using them, I felt more in control.
"How many sets?" Charlie asked.
"Four," I responded.
Charlie nodded, then suggested, "Here," as we both squatted with slightly higher weights.
"Did you crave control?" she taunted.
Before answering, I picked up a 35 lb. weight. Charlie matched that, then increased to a 40 lb. weight.
"Thirty sets!" Charlie encouraged, trying to slip an invitation in between.
I felt my limits. I hadn't worked out in years, but I was levitating from the heaviness and struggle. "How about 350 reps?" I responded teasingly.
She smiled, but her expression faded as she tried to increase to 50 lb. weights. "Twenty-five and a half," she said begrudgingly.
"Were you trying to win something?" she questioned.
The nervousness within me, undeterred, increased. Excited she could never overcome me, I responded, "Nah, just trying to show off."
The sarcasm worked, sending her into laughter.
As we locked up the lockers, she slapped my butt before we parted ways. I noted her eyes, glimmering with excitement.
"You're impressive, Sherry," she admitted. "For a beginner."
The compliment left an ache.
The next day, as I attended to Jim's wound, I thought about my best friend. Charlie turned me into someone I barely knew. But it was too late to change. My time with Charlie was addictive, even more powerful when we both understood the danger of our paths. We lifted our weights, laughing at her failures, but each time we'd beat one another, I'd secretly dissolve into a worse version of myself.
There was no going back.
She separated her legs slightly, gripped a barbell between her hands at her chest, and squatted. I mimicked her, ensuring that my elbows contacted my knees as she had. This wasn't so terrible, I thought until we achieved the third set of fifteen reps. My legs were on fire and I was struggling to maintain contact with my elbows and knees. Charlie was unfazed.
Then we changed to dumbbell bench presses before returning to the yoga mat. Now my legs and arms were burning.
"Don't worry," Charlie reassured as she saw my fatigue, "you'll be able to rest next."
I imitated her, lying on my back with the identical dumbbell in the region of her pelvis and knees bent. Then, she raised her butt until her body formed a straight line. I imitated her once more.
I assumed I was doing well. Charlie, however, shifted her position and knelt beside me. I remained where I was.
"Don't give up," she recommended as she observed my exhaustion.
As her hand rested on the small of my back, she exerted some physical force.
"To reap the maximum benefit," she instructed, "you must attain as straight a position as possible. The majority of the benefit stems from the final stages of the exertion."
My head turned to glance at her. Was she trying to imbue her statement with more significance or was I misinterpreting? I chose to continue with the exercise and lifted again, focusing on pushing beyond my comfort range.
Charlie's hand remained on my back with each rep until it descended and rested on my rear. I feebly restrained a reaction beyond my eyes briefly widening. I lowered back to the ground and looked at the blonde woman. She grinned, pinched my backside, and then returned to her place to complete her lifts. I chuckled at her playfulness and then berated myself.
The workout progressed, featuring several other dumbbell-centered exercises including a walking lunge and an overhead extension. I was heartened by Charlie's evident sweating, even if she wasn't breathing as heavily as myself.
A few more people entered and claimed machines, but the area was still sparsely populated. Once we were finished, we sat crossed-legged on the mat. We engaged in some mild stretching and I decided it was necessary to express my thoughts.
"Charlie, we need to discuss something," I began before halting. "We - us."
She turned her head toward me. She didn't seem startled by my statement, just smiled sweetly.
"Are you rethinking getting involved with me?" she questioned.
I halted my stretching and blinked. How was she aware?
"Um, well, I...I don't...I cannot risk...it."
I couldn't maintain eye contact. There was silence as she continued to stretch and I resumed my stretches. Then, I spotted someone in my peripheral vision. A magnificent, youthful woman approached.
She was so beautiful with oversized blue eyes, a cute button nose, and full lips. Her pigtails swayed enticingly at the back of her blonde head, further accentuating her youthful appearance. While petite in height, her figure was that of a bikini model, and she donned shorts and a short-sleeved shirt with "Emma" embroidered above her left breast.
Crap, I shouldn't have peered at her breast. Were her nipples visible beneath that shirt? It was snug, almost a second skin.
"Hey, Charlie," the girl greeted, harmonizing my view of her. "What can I do for you?"
"Emma, this is my companion, Sherry," Charlie introduced, with a pleasant demeanor. "We're interested in the sauna."
"Certainly, Charlie. Anything for you," Emma replied cheerfully, her voice the essence of adorableness.
I couldn't resist peering at her when she exited. She continued to attract my line of sight as the movement of her butt fascinated me. I felt bad that I had just ogled her as if I were one of those insufferable men incapable of looking at me without constantly scanning me.
"Don't worry," Charlie whispered, leaning over so our ears could connect, "she's nineteen. You're not staring at a minor."
"I wasn't..." I countered, only to cease.
Charlie simply gazed at me and grinned.
"Can you set aside that craving?" she inquired.
She pointed with her chin towards the hallway where Emma had vanished. "Youthful ladies, like her, waiting to be taught how to love by a stunning older woman."
"How about older women learning from the young ones?" I joked, letting the desire from our earlier encounter flash back to my thoughts.
The blonde flashed a wide grin and stood up. She extended a hand to help me stand, too. I grabbed it and she yanked me back to stand close to her. Almost kissing noses, she said, "You're my girl."
She climbed onto her tiptoes and kissed my nose then swiftly departed after Emma. I tried hard not to laugh out loud.
I returned to the locker room with Charlie. It didn't cross my mind what was to come next until she opened her locker and made preparations to strip. Oh yeah, the sauna. Nude. I attempted to seem casual and scouted for the stack of towels. I nabbed one and approached my locker to undress. Hiding from her and, more critically, from my longing to witness her undress.
I sloughed off my shirt and tucked the towel around me. I took off my pants and hid in the enclosure of the fluffy terry cloth. I shut my locker and saw that Charlie didn't take the time to snag a towel. Naked as a jaybird, she strolled in my direction. I pretended to be nonchalant and looked out for the heap of towels. I secured one and readied my locker.
I took off my shirt and swathed it with the towel. I discarded my shorts carefully, secure in the comfort of the soft, hiding towel. I shut my locker after seeing Charlie hadn't made use of one, largely exposed to my yearnings. She meandered off to another area of the room. I scuttled across to find the door leading directly to the sauna.
The hazy, moist air invaded the space we'd just entered. I eyed the spacious sauna, its dimensions rivaling the locker room's. Given that the door we had entered through was the only way in, it must be for female patrons only.
"Nice," I said.
"Totally," agreed Charlie. "And ladies-only. Normally, you're forced to sharing the sauna with males. This is a true rarity."
I was stricken with guilt over my careless disrobing. I tugged off the towel and strode after Charlie to a cluster of wide wooden benches hugging the walls on three sides. At the peak right corner, Charlie selected a location. I sat next to her on the tier below.
With my legs on the same level, the younger woman's bare thighs arched parallel to mine, inviting invitation. My mind raced to focus on something else. I tipped away from the heart-stopping desire to caress her soft skin. Knowing she'd have welcomed my touch made things worse. I could have touched her legs, her hips; I could have sunk my head between her ample cleavage.
I closed my eyes, trying hard to banish the images. A hand found its way to my neck, caressing my skin. The touch was so tender I couldn't bear to resist. Despite my conflicting feelings, I refused to resist.
"If you want me to stop," Charlie murmured, her voice as velvety as molasses, "If you want me to never see you again, then tell me now."
Her fingers caressed my bearded cheek then under my chin. She gently urged my head up, turning me to face her. Lying down, arms knitted around my shoulders, she gently moved me into her. Her voluptuous breasts oozed sensuality, silky skin felt exquisite pressed against mine. The steam, thickening the room, increased the sense of coziness. Considerably more intimate.
"Do you want me to disappear from your life?" she asked, projecting curiosity, no hint of anger or provocation.
The dread wasn't her devouring me. It was the thought of not experiencing her again. Not loving and being adored. I couldn't envision it.
I shook my head left and right.
She gave me a satisfied smile, then withdrew her hand.
"Sit up," she directed.
I inclined up and she slipped down to my level. She curled her leg on the shelf beneath me and her other leg pressed against my side. Her arms tightened around my shoulders and she balanced on her toes to line her torso above and behind me, her chest and stomach enticingly close. The steam rising enfolded us in the room's narrowing boundaries, intensifying the atmosphere.
"Don't worry, I'd never hurt you or your family," she whispered softly in my ear, giving my shoulder a kiss.
I closed my eyes, accepting that things were no longer going how I'd planned.
"I just want to have some fun with you," she continued, kissing my neck. "I don't want to ruin your relationship." More kisses, now higher on my neck, and her arms began to unravel from around me. "I just want to be with you."
She nibbled gently on my earlobe, and her fingers traced from my hips to my stomach, causing me to shudder involuntarily. I moved my left hand to her thigh and leaned back, resting my head.
"There you go," she purred in my ear. "Just let go, I've got you."
I couldn't resist her because she was giving me something I'd been missing, something I needed that Jim couldn't provide on his own, no matter how much he loved me.
Her lips returned to my neck, and her fingertips continued their journey up my body, unexplored territories to her. After a while, her fingertips found my breasts, but carefully avoided my nipples. The back of her fingernails then danced back down my torso to my hips. My legs gradually started to splay open, my nether regions tingling with a growing warmth. It was neither cold nor hot; it was a warm, radiating sensation coming from within me.
For several minutes, Charlie's gentle caresses and kisses continued to soothe and arouse me. I gave in and melted into her.
"What about Emma?" she asked softly, snapping me out of my daze. "I saw you staring at her with lust in your eyes."
I couldn't deny it to her, as she was aware of my feelings for the girl from the start.
"She was very sexy," I agreed, refusing to open my eyes.
"Do you fantasize about having her hands on your body?" she questioned, still stroking my skin and kissing my neck and shoulders.
"Yes," I murmured, drifting back into my reverie.
"And her lips on your nipples?" Charlie continued, her fingers now engaging with my breasts, delicately tracing circles around them.
The mere thought of Emma's lips on my nipples elicited a sigh. My head tilted to the side, offering her better access. Charlie's hands continued to stroke my body, but now exploring more intimate areas. A shift of Emma's lips relieved me of my fantasies and grounded me in reality. I opened my eyes, only to meet the blue orbs of Emma's, her lips wrapped around my right nipple, engaging in the act I'd been imagining.
Surprise disabled my ability to think or react; arousal, though, was undeniable. Emma's lips circled and sucked my nipple, and I couldn't help it - I moaned.
"The sexiest thing is watching someone lose control and orgasm," Charlie remarked. "Let go, Sherry - let Emma show you how sexy you are."
The nineteen-year-old's fingers moved faster and faster inside me, meanwhile her mouth worked hard on my nipple. Emma's tongue swirled around its tip, prompting tears in my eyes. My left hand was now gripping the edge of the wooden bench for support, back arched as I readied for my climax. My right hand found Charlie's unyielding thigh, determined to hold on.
"Soon," I gasped, as my back arched and my body writhed involuntarily.
Charlie's fingers, then Emma's, worked in rhythm, speeding toward an ecstatic ending. Emma's thumb found my clitoris and a relentless circle massaged me, increasing the speed of my building, overwhelming response. I couldn't wait any longer.
"Mmmm..." I whimpered, arching my back, knowing I didn't have much more control before I lost all of it. My legs clamped together, and Emily circled my clitoris insistently, sending me immediately over the edge. "Aaaahhhhhh!" My body jerked as fireworks of pleasure shot across my being. The three of us lay there, basking in our afterglow, exhausted.
Charlie leaned against me, mocking, "So, you couldn't handle either of us alone, huh?" She giggled. "I'm glad I'm a good distraction, Sherry."
Emma's voice was softer, "Did you enjoy that? I'll be here if you need another escape." She stroked me one last time before she rose to her feet and clothed herself as thoroughly as possible, considering her current state. "I'm getting off now, don't worry."
We lay there, catching our breath. "Is Emma okay?" I asked Charlie anxiously.
"Yeah, she loves to give pleasure," she asserted and hugged me. "It brings her joy."
As Charlie started getting dressed, I reflected on the evening's events, feeling warmth for her and awe for Emma's virginity.
"It seems like you really enjoy pleasure," I observed, rubbing my eyes. "Charlie, how are you so fearless? And Emma, when did you learn these skills?"
"I wasn't always so receptive or fearless," Charlie sighed as she buttoned her cardigan. "It took a long time. Susannah, however, was a natural."
I fell back into the protective arms of Charlie, gasping as I let the post-orgasmic feelings wash over me.
"She's incredible, isn't she?" The blonde woman beside me said, still stroking my legs and stomach.
"She's incredibly sensitive," I answered, still caught in the afterglow.
Emma stood up and I got my first good look at her body. She was perfect in every way - her breasts, her legs, and that perfect patch of pubic hair. Just looking at her made me feel aroused once more. My gaze was drawn to her nipples, which were standing out invitingly from her wonderful breasts. My right hand travelled up her body to join the left in caressing her breasts.
The blonde girl noticed my focus and moved closer, so that my hands could reach those perfect breasts. I caressed them as Emma looked up at me, her eyes curious.
"Do you like my breasts?" she asked, her voice soft.
"They're...amazing," I replied, unable to take my eyes off them.
Emma then interlaced her fingers behind my upper arms and pulled me towards her. I followed her lead, adjusting myself so that I was sitting upright against the bench behind me. Charlie also sat down and just watched us.
Then Emma was straddling my lap, her breasts almost touching my face. I licked my lips in anticipation as she lifted her breast and gave it to me to suck on. Her nipple was incredibly hard, so I said, "Will you bit me just a little?"
She smiled at me, and with her guidance, I bit down on her nipple. Emma let out a loud, approving moan.
"Oh yes, that's it," she encouraged as I bit her other nipple.
I continued switching back and forth, each time enjoying her sexy breasts more and more. It's hard to say how long we played like that, but Emma was clearly getting more aroused with each passing moment.
Finally, Emma pulled my head away. Her expression was similar to that of a hungry animal and, in a husky, needy voice, she said, "No more teasing, time for the main course."
Emma climbed onto the bench and positioned her knees over the level above, still straddling me. I had never considered a woman's vagina as sexy - I had only seen porn images, which just seemed crude. However, the way Emma's pussy approached me was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I leaned back, my head practically between her legs, and I grabbed her ass.
This was my second experience with a woman's vagina, but I knew I couldn't resist. It wasn't the taste, although it was quite pleasant, it was the incredible connection I felt to her. I could read her every need through her sounds and movements.
She leaned against the wall, her hips rocking slowly so I could lick and kiss her exactly where she wanted. My head felt trapped, but I didn't want to be anywhere else.
Charlie had disappeared from my focus until I felt her hands pushing my knees apart. She was kneeling between my legs and was pressing her fingers on my exposed slit. I tried my best to remain focused on Emma's pleasure, following what Charlie had done to me earlier. My tongue darted inside Emma as she moved her hips, each time hitting her spot. Charlie responded by flicking her tongue against my clitoris.
Emma's moans were getting louder and her movements faster. That's when I realised that Charlie had moved up to touch her clitoris as well, her fingers moving in and out in a steady rhythm. I did the same and licked Emma's clitoris as she bit her bottom lip in pleasure.
"Oh, fuck," Emma exclaimed.
I couldn't help but grin while continuing what I was doing, knowing the effect it would have. That's when Charlie latched onto me, latching onto my clit as if it were her lifeline.
"Nnnhhhggg..." I moaned, feeling Emma's pussy against mine. Our moans formed a chain of pleasure.
I sucked on Emma's clit, attempting to make her cum before I did. I wasn't sure if I could finish her without losing control and climaxing first.
Emma's pelvis began to almost hump my face, so I wrapped my free arm around her leg to prevent her from moving away. I could feel her approaching climax, but so could I.
I sucked her clit back and forth, skimming it across my teeth and tongue. Charlie curled her tongue into a tight, half-tunnel, sucking my clit in and out. I had no idea how she did it, but it felt incredible. I could feel my orgasm quickly approaching.
Just as Emma's body tensed and her head threw back, moaning and cursing, I came. I dropped my head to the bench, convulsing through my orgasm. Emma remained above me, rocking her pussy against my chin as she recovered.
I felt completely relaxed, my muscles released. Maybe the sauna worked, I thought β then laughed out loud. Emma gently lowered a knee, freeing my head, and leaned down from the upper platform to kiss me.
"Thank you, that was incredible," she said softly.
She moved to the bench next to me and looked at Charlie, who was still crouched between my legs.
"Your turn now?" Emma asked, her eyes hungry.
"Not yet, pet. Miss Sensitive here needs to work."
Charlie pouted, giving me the most adorable expression I'd ever seen. "Oh, she worked, trust me." She smirked, turning her pout into a playful one.
Charlie tipped her head, but said nothing. Emma's face switched back to her pout, then to a smile. She looked back at me, leaned over to touch my cheek, turned my face toward her, and gave me a lingering kiss.
"I hope we can play again some time."
"Me too," I said, trying to maintain eye contact.
Emma stood up, locked the sauna door, and left. The steam swirled behind her as she exited. I realized that I hadn't considered getting caught. Why hadn't that crossed my mind? I'd been too consumed by my desire to let anything hold me back.
"How do you feel now?" Charlie asked, standing up. "Are you still wanting to quit?"
"I can't give this up."
Charlie extended her hand to help me stand. She hugged me.
"I'm glad to hear you say that."
"Don't make me regret it," I said, hugging her back.
Charlie kissed me, a deep, passionate kiss that left me gasping for air when we parted. I could feel my excitement building as we headed to the showers.
Without prompting, I invited myself into Charlie's shower. She didn't object. I ran my hands over her body, desperately trying to entice her. She remained silent. That was until I bit her ass softly. She yelped in surprise. This caught her attention.
"Hey, girl, you're going to have to control your urges," Charlie chided, matching my tone. But I could tell she was trying not to laugh.
As I lunged for her pussy again, she held me back with my hair.
"What are you trying to do?"
My hands moved up her thighs toward her core.
"What do you think you're doing?"
My hands stroked closer, and I looked up with a grin.
"I'm trying to have sex with you," I said, like it wasn't a big deal.
"I can see that," she replied, maintaining the domineering tone while still smiling.
I tugged at her hair and made another attempt to touch her, but she held me in place.
"What are you trying to do?" she asked again, one hand on my hair, the other on my wrist.
My hands moved closer, and I looked up at her with a mischievous grin. "I'm trying to have sex with you," I repeated.
She grinned, chuckling a bit, and stepped back. Then she pushed on my shoulder, causing me to drop to my knees.
"Now, stop struggling," she said, a dominating tone in her voice. "Clear your mind and focus."
Her other hand grabbed my wrist, twisting it painfully.
"Concentrate," she ordered. "Concentrate on your breathing." She released my wrist and continued to berate me.
Finally, I could stand again, and she released my hair.
"That's more like it," she said, smirking. "Now, take a shower."
As I entered the shower, her smile grew. "Enjoy."
I lathered myself up, feeling clean. I then glanced at Charlie, standing back, observing me. She watched with a smirk before leaving. I know she's judging me, but I can't help but feel ecstatic after such a daring experience.
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She switched positions, spoiling my view and yanked on my locks.
"Get up!" she commanded.
I didn't want to, but I complied and stood.
"Give me your arms," she ordered.
I scowled but obeyed and folded them behind me.
"When I pledged to inflict no harm on you or your loved ones, I was serious," Charlie explained. "That includes helping you reach your destination without getting fired."
With that, she moved aside, allowing the cascade of water to drench me. I inhaled sharply, trying to shield myself from the downpour.
"Arms down," Charlie insisted and pressed me deeper into the torrent.
She spun me around, facings us. She picked up the washcloth and body wash and started lathering me down. I couldn't stifle my giggles.
"Since you're so preoccupied that you can't even wash yourself, I'll assist," she added.
Despite her brusque demeanor, she didn't miss a spot. She worked on my front, rotated me, and went over my back. The blonde even planted a few brief kisses on my lips and smiled to show she wasn't truly angry. Even so, she treated me like a recalcitrant child. Yet, I had acted like a brat, so maybe I deserved it. In the end, she maneuvered me into the stream one last time to wash me off.
What startled me was how much amusement I derived from this peculiar interaction with subtle sexual connotations. I continued to chuckle as she steered me around and cleaned me. It was simply enjoyable.
When she pushed me out of the shower, telling me to dry off, I stuck out my tongue but grabbed a towel and exited for the lockers. More ladies arrived as we dried and changed, so our jesting had to cease.
Outside the gym, clad in my nurse attire, and Charlie in jeans and a t-shirt, I was perplexed on how to part. We required a scheme for reuniting, correct?
"Hey, um..." I stuttered, trying to delay her departure.
Charlie approached and walked up to me.
"What is it?"
"Well, so...my parents own a cabin a couple of hours from here that will be empty in a few weeks," I explained hurriedly. "Would you...want to...spend a weekend...alone with me?"
Charlie beamed and I beamed back, hoping that was a positive sign.
"Sounds like fun," she finally responded. "However, with one condition."
My face drooped.
"What?"
"I'll drive," she stated and I sighed with relief. "I can't bear the thought of being trapped with a potential maniac in some deserted location with no means of escape."
"Charlie," I groaned, "you think I could be that deranged?"
"Of course not, sweetheart," and she leaned in for a speedy kiss. "But I'm still the one driving."
"Fine," I agreed, "and you still owe me a coffee."
I leaned in for a swift peck, unconcerned about onlookers, and made my way to my car. I strutted out with less weight on my feet and couldn't stop grinning. I was thrilled to tell Jim about today.
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