Charlotte Rose Curious Newbie
Titled “The Curious Case of Charlotte Rose’s Taboo Indulgence”
The modern, black leather-based sofa within the dimly lit boudoir creaked gently as Charlotte Rose, an ebony-haired vixen of a lady, settled her shapely posterior onto its velvety floor. This was no odd afternoon tea; this was a well-calculated, sinfully sensual encounter between two consenting adults. Charlotte, a divorcée in her late thirties, had just lately found the provocative world of newbie grownup movies, and at present, she was rendezvousing with an keen younger man for her very first time.
The air was heavy with the scent of fragrance and the faintest trace of cigar smoke, a tantalizing aroma that appeared to intensify the senses. Charlotte’s fingers traced the lace trim of her sheer, black stockings, meticulously extending onto her prolonged, toned legs. She had topped off her ensemble with a crisp, white shirt, left unbuttoned simply sufficient to disclose a tantalizing glimpse of her lacy, crimson bra. A fragile silver chain dangled from her sleek neck, with a small, Cartier-like pendant resting atop her modest cleavage.
A comfortable knock on the door interrupted her reverie. Her coronary heart raced as she stood to reply, the click of her black Louboutins echoing by way of the room. Charlotte took a deep breath, opened the door, and beheld her visitor in all his barely Legal magnificence. He was tall, wiry, and not sure of himself, an ideal foil for her assured, skilled demeanor.
“Hello, I’m Charlotte,” she purred, extending a hand. “You must be… Thomas?”
“Y-yes, that’s me,” he stammered, his eyes roaming her determine up and down.
“Well, come in then, don’t be shy,” she tempted, retracting her hand and gesturing for him to enter.
Thomas stepped inside, and Charlotte closed the door behind him. She led him to the sofa, the place they settled in shut proximity, thighs almost touching. Charlotte crossed her legs, letting one stocking-clad foot brush towards Thomas’s pant leg in a barely-there caress.
“You know,” she started, her voice like honey dripping from a spoon, “I’ve always been… curious about this sort of thing. The way you younger guys pleasure a woman, the ways I’ve only ever dreamed of.”
Thomas gulped audibly, his eyes huge and keen. “I, uh, well, I’m glad I can help you with that, Ms. Rose.”
“Now, now,” Charlotte chided softly, putting a slender finger on his lips. “Let’s try to move past the formalities, shall we? For the next little while, I’m just Charlotte. And you’re just… my naughty little secret.”
Without ready for a response, Charlotte leaned in shut, her lips hovering over Thomas’s. Her arms discovered his face, fingers tracing the comfortable stubble of his youthful pores and skin. Thomas breathed in her intoxicating scent, a singular mix of jasmine and sin, earlier than their lips lastly met. It was a short, teasing kiss, solely a fleeting second of contact, nevertheless it set the tone for what was to return.
Charlotte pulled away and rose from the sofa. “You know, I’ve never… ‘entertained’ in my boudoir before today. Only with my husband, long ago before he betrayed my trust. But with you, I feel so… aroused, so free.”
She let her shirt slip from her shoulders, adorned with scatterings of imperfections tattooed throughout her pores and skin. A coronary heart with the initials “A.R.” and “C.R.” intersecting it; a triskele wrapping round one breast; phrases in a language she did not know etched throughout her ribs. Each one advised a narrative, a bit of her previous, nevertheless it was the current that consumed her now.
Her bra dropped to the ground, adopted by her khaki skirt and lacy undergarments. Thomas stared, his mouth agape, taking within the sight of her bare type illuminated by the comfortable glow of the room’s fixtures. Charlotte stepped out of her black silk stockings, kicking them apart with the remainder of her discarded apparel.
“Have you ever tasted a woman before, Thomas?” she requested, crooking a finger at him.
He shook his head, mesmerized by her type.
“Well, then, let me show you how…” Charlotte purred, guiding his mouth to her womanhood.
Thomas hesitated for a second earlier than dipping his head between her legs. Charlotte gasped as his tongue contacted her most delicate space, her fingers digging into his hair. “Oh yes,” she moaned, a frustration of a thousand nights falling away as Thomas labored her with an eagerness solely youth might present.
She held his head in place for a second, then gently pushed him again onto the sofa. She straddled him, her breasts hovering inches from his face as she reached all the way down to awkwardly situate him inside her. Thomas groaned in pleasure as she took him deep, her insides clenching round him in a vice grip.
Charlotte rocked her hips slowly at first, then quicker, her moans filling the room. Thomas met her rhythm, his arms gripping her hips tightly. The sound of flesh slapping towards flesh reached a crescendo as Charlotte rode him with abandon, her physique glistening with sweat and exertion.
Sensing her impending orgasm, she elevated her tempo, Thomas thrusting as much as meet her feverishly. “Fuck me,” she screamed, her tooth sinking into his shoulder as she climaxed, adopted shortly by Thomas, who emptied himself inside her with a guttural groan.
Charlotte collapsed onto his chest, each of their our bodies heaving from exertion. They lay entwined for a second, basking within the afterglow of their illicitness. Charlotte lastly extracted herself, tidying her look and redressing.
Thomas did the identical, feeling each a rush of satisfaction and uncertainty about what this meant for his future. Charlotte smiled knowingly at his inner battle, handing him his jacket.
“I hope you found the experience… enlightening,” she mentioned cryptically. “I’ll see you again soon.”
With a last wink, she watched him depart, the alluring scent of jasmine and sin nonetheless lingering within the room. Charlotte closed the door behind him, a small smile enjoying on the corners of her lips. Perhaps this was the beginning of a phenomenal, albeit illicit, friendship.
