Confronted

It’s rarely that you find yourself alone with Charlotte. On this occasion, no-one else is expected for at least half an hour. You make her a cup of coffee and take advantage of the opportunity to get to know her better.

You’ve lusted after Charlotte for a while now, but you’ve never made a move on her. You can’t imagine that anything good would happen if you were ever to proposition her. Instead, you make small talk and wonder if she suspects the depth of your feelings.

While Charlotte is talking animatedly about something that happened to her last Tuesday, your eyes involuntarily drop to her chest. Today she’s wearing a tight blouse with a couple of buttons undone, revealing the pink lace edge of her bra and some delicious cleavage. She has a truly magnificent pair of tits and you’ve fantasized about them often. You wonder how she’d react if she knew how many times you’ve shot your load while thinking about them…

“Hey, are you having a good look?” says Charlotte, snapping her fingers and bringing you out of your reverie with a jolt.

“What? Sorry, what were you saying?” you stammer.

“My tits. Were you having a good look at my tits?” she asks evenly. “I can always tell when you’re sneaking a peek”.

You have no choice but to come clean. “Charlotte, I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was so obvious”.

“Every time we see each other you can’t keep your eyes off my boobs. How do you think that makes me feel?” she asks quietly.

“I can’t imagine”, you admit. You feel ashamed that you’ve obviously made her feel like a piece of meat, fit only to be ogled. You have to try and fix the situation.

“I’m sorry, I’ll try to…” you begin.

“I’ll tell you how it makes me feel”, interrupts Charlotte, leaning forward. “Do you want to know?”

“Um… yes?” you reply uncertainly. Whatever she’s about to say, you deserve it.

She looks into your eyes for several long seconds while you wither before her.

“I like it”, she finally says, smiling wickedly. “Every time I catch you staring at my boobs it makes me feel sexy. I love knowing that my body turns you on!”

Your heart leaps into your throat and your cock stirs in your pants as if on cue. “You do have a fantastic pair of tits, Charlotte. I’m sure I’m not the only one who thinks so”.

She walks around to where you are sitting, then lifts herself up on to the edge of table and looks down at you warmly. “Is it just my tits you like?”

You are quick to avoid falling into that particular trap. “Oh no, you’re the complete package, Charlotte. I’ve wanted you for ages!” It feels so cathartic to finally tell her how you feel.

“Oh really?” she smiles. Then she leans forward and whispers into your ear.

“Do you want to touch them?”

This is an unexpected but very welcome invitation. You don’t have to think twice.

“Of course I do!”

Charlotte sits herself on the table and slides her ass over, placing her feet on each side of your chair, trapping you between her legs. Her skirt rides up but you’re too close to get a look at her panties.

“Go on then. If you want to touch them so much, it would be cruel of me not to let you!” She puts her hands on her hips, wriggles her shoulders and giggles flirtatiously.

You reach out with one hand. Not quite believing this is happening and fearing a trap, you initially place it on the side of her chest, your thumb and forefinger just resting against the swell of her right breast.

“Now listen”, she says suddenly, twisting away from you. “Just because I’m letting you grope my tits, doesn’t mean we’re doing anything else, okay?”

You’ll take what you can get. “Whatever you say, Charlotte. You’re in charge”.

She smiles and gives you a kiss on the cheek. “Don’t you forget it!” she replies, then places her hands behind her head and thrusts her chest forward. Her tight blouse is stretched taut over her tantalizing mounds, threatening to burst at the seams.

You slide your hand from her side on to her right breast and rest it there for a moment, feeling the shape and the warmth. When it becomes clear that yes, she’s really letting you do this, you squeeze it firmly. There isn’t much give — her blouse and bra are holding everything in tightly.

Your other hand grabs her left breast, and you squeeze that too, then you start fondling her in earnest, squishing her boobs together to maximize her exposed cleavage. But her clothing is spoiling the experience.

It appears that Charlotte can read your mind. “Here, I’ll take off my top so you can get a proper feel!” she says helpfully. You stare as she undoes each button in turn, then pulls the blouse out of the waistband of her skirt and tosses it behind her.

Charlotte’s bra is now revealed, and you take a sharp breath. It’s tight, pink, and lacy. You can clearly see her nipples through the semi-transparent material. You take her tits in your hands and rub your thumbs across her nipples. They react instantly, forming hard little bumps under the lace.

“You like?” asks Charlotte coquettishly.

“Oh yeah!” You reply is half groan. You lean forward and shove your face into her cleavage, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin and kissing every inch of exposed flesh.

Charlotte’s bra loosens in your hands. While you were buried in her chest she must have reached back and released the catch. You help her extricate her arms then gaze in wonder at the treasures before you. Her naked tits are every bit as impressive as you’ve imagined.

Charlotte grabs you by the back of your neck and draws you in. “Suck it. Suck my nipple”.

You latch on to Charlotte’s stiff teat and suck gently, flicking it with your tongue. She sighs gently and strokes your head. You release the first nipple with a wet popping sound and take the other one into your mouth. At the same time, you pinch the first nipple between your fingers and gently tug on it.

“Harder. Bite me, bite my nipples!” Charlotte’s voice now has an urgent tone.

You bite down as far as you dare, and then a little harder. She gasps in response. “That’s it… I like it hard… bite harder!”

You munch and slobber over Charlotte’s tits, nibbling her nipples and sucking as much of her breasts into your mouth as you can. She encourages you by making sexy little whimpering sounds. Soon her boobs are slick and shiny with saliva.

One of your hands starts wandering. It slides down her side, over her hip and down her thigh to the hemline of her skirt. Your fingers slip inside, and you push the skirt up to the top of her legs. With her knees on either side of you she can’t close them to protect her modesty.

Your questing fingers trace over the front of her panties, then slide between her crotch and the table. You can feel the folds of her cunt through the thin material. She sighs gently as you rub her slit back and forth, pressing her panties between her lips.

You are about to work your fingers under the gusset when she reaches down and grabs your wrist. “That’s going a little too far!” she chastises, pulling your hand back up on to her breast.

“You’re such a fucking tease, Charlotte”, you groan.

“Oh yeah?” she replies. “Well, what are you going to do about it?”

Your cock instantly grows another inch in your pants upon hearing this taunt and you react without thinking. You wrap an arm around her waist and pull her close against you, then kiss her hotly on the mouth. At the same time, you slide your other hand down the front of her panties. Your middle finger parts her lips and slides into her crevice, finding it hot and wet.

She returns the kiss, twisting her tongue around yours, but as your finger probes deeper she begins to resist. She breaks the kiss with a gasp.

“Stop. Wait a minute…” she pants.

You’re not a jerk. You release her and remove your hand from her knickers, then wait while she collects herself.

Charlotte gently pushes you back with one hand on your chest. Her face is flushed, and her breathing is heavy. “I think I’ve let you make me a little hornier than I planned”, she admits. “I think I might have to let you do one more thing…”

“Name it, Charlotte” you reply, heart beating wildly and dizzy with lust.

She pauses, seeming conflicted as to whether she should continue. Then she obviously decides to throw caution to the wind. She hops back up onto the table and draws her legs up, resting her heels on the edge. She pulls her panties down past her knees then kicks them off and spreads her legs, flashing a very pretty-looking pussy at you.

“I’ve gotta cum. Are you any good with your tongue?”

You smile wickedly in response and drop to your knees, your head level with her crotch. You grab her waist and pull her toward you so that her calves dangle over your shoulders, then take a deep breath and dive in.

Charlotte must pay attention to her hygiene because there’s no bitter taste, just the warm earthy smell of a woman in heat. You lap her pussy slit up and down, working your tongue between her delicate inner lips and poking the tip into her tight opening. Then you slither upward and press hard against the hard little bud of her clitoris.

Charlotte lets out a sexy whimper. Encouraged, you make a seal with your lips around her hood and suck her clit into your mouth, flicking it with your tongue. Without stopping, you insert two fingers into her pussy, just past the second joint, and start rubbing against the area where the mythical G-spot is supposed to be.

You find it. Charlotte shrieks in pleasure and grabs you by the back of your head, pulling you tight against her pussy as she cums wetly in your face. Her thighs clamp against your ears, trapping you between her legs as her hips buck uncontrollably. You are lucky to avoid a neck sprain.

When you are finally released you stand up and survey the damage, wiping spit and girl-juice from your face. Charlotte is splayed lewdly on the table, her tits out and skirt around her waist, looking incredibly happy.

You’ve got to release the pressure in your pants. You unzip and let your jeans and underwear drop, taking your engorged penis in your hand.

This doesn’t escape Charlotte’s attention. “Did I make it all big and hard? Okay, you can jerk yourself off. You deserve it!”

You shuffle closer, slowly stroking and squeezing your dick. A drop of precum appears on the tip.

“That’s a bit close, don’t get any on me!” says Charlotte chirpily.

You place your knob between her wet, pink inner lips and push.

“Hey, wait, I didn’t say you could…” begins Charlotte, now looking a little alarmed.

You grab her hips and sink your cock deep into the warm, welcoming embrace of her pussy.

“Wait… I didn’t say you could…” protests Charlotte. You note that she is making no attempt to escape.

You pull back, then slam deep again. “What were you saying, Charlotte?”

“I didn’t say you could… unnghh… fuck me!”

You thrust again. “What was that last part?”

“Fuck me! I didn’t say you could… Unnggghhh!”

“What?”

“Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Well, that settles it. You pump into Charlotte faster and faster, your heart beating fit to explode as you near your climax. She grabs the edge of the table with her hands to hold herself in place and pushes back against you, her unfettered tits bouncing about wildly on her chest.

“Ahem!”

Over the rhythmic slapping sound of flesh against flesh you hear the sound of someone clearing their throat. Charlotte’s eyes widen in shock and her pussy clamps down on your dick. You freeze, then turn your head slowly. You already know who it is…

Charlotte’s boyfriend is standing in the doorway, a look of anguish on his face. “What the hell is going on here?” he cries.

“He’s fucking me, what does it look like?” replies Charlotte coolly.

“Sorry dude, she let me touch her tits and things got a bit out of control!” you say, raising your hands as you try to defuse a potentially violent situation.

Charlotte rolls her eyes. “Shut up you”, she says, then addresses her husband. “You brought this on yourself. If you were more of a man I wouldn’t have to do this”.

“But honey…” he begins feebly.

“Stop whining!” she snaps. “How about you get over here and see how a real man pleases a woman!”

Charlotte’s boyfriend meekly comes over to the table and looks down at his partner in dismay. You prime yourself to make a quick exit, but you keep your cock buried inside her.

“Hey, I didn’t say you could stop!” says Charlotte. You give her boyfriend an apologetic shrug and resume your thrusting. You’re feeling a little awkward having him there, but you’re determined to finish. This might be your last time with Charlotte. In fact, it might even be your last time ever if things go pear-shaped.

Charlotte spits on her fingers then reaches down and starts rubbing her clit. “That’s it. Deeper… yes right there! Fuck me with your big dick!”

You try to ignore the sad look on her boyfriend’s face and focus on fucking Charlotte. She’s panting faster and faster, her fingers a blur down below. Soon she starts to cum with a series of staccato gasps, and your orgasm is quick to follow. You pull her to you with your hands on her thighs and try to shove as much of yourself into her as you can while your cock bathes her cervix with spurt after spurt of warm sticky love.

You pull out and stagger away, catching your breath. Meanwhile Charlotte pulls her boyfriend down and gives him a passionate kiss. “Don’t worry baby. I’m going to be fucking him from now on, but you’ll get your turn too”.

This seems to satisfy him. You promise Charlotte that you’ll see her again soon, then make a diplomatic exit, leaving the poor guy to enjoy some very sloppy seconds.

The End