This was my second experience with Miss C, the first meeting occurring as a part time double with one of her good friends. Charlotte has a certain air about her. Confident, professional, naughty (very), open. Oh, and the way she looked in the casual mini dress she was wearing when we first met... yum. It was during this meeting I knew I would have to schedule private time with Charlotte when I had the chance. That chance recently arrived.
I set up a multi-hour appointment with her through a referral web site. Once set, our communication continued there and on email, where she encouraged story telling. So I crafted a story, attempting to encompass various aspects of a dream encounter. I enjoyed the writing, and fantasizing, and I really enjoyed her responses to my submissions. I know by the time our morning together finally arrived, my thoughts were of nothing else but her.
We met in the lobby of her hotel, she with flowing reddish hair, a sheer business blouse, form-fitting knee length shirt, and heels. Business professional all the way, in keeping with the beginning of my story. The look she gave me as she approached, I'll never forget. A sly smile, her head slightly down and tilted... a little submissive... I really could have taken her there.
Staying in character, she comes to me, asking if I'd like to head up and look at the presentation. Perfect! We start toward the elevator, and I ask if she was able to get "it" all done. She said she thought so. While this was happening, I noticed this other guy sitting in the lobby, watching Charlotte when she arrived, and now watching us walking back to the elevator. We are chatting at the elevator, and he is looking at us as we board. He might know, he might not, but either way he is interested in her. I cannot blame him.
Once the doors close, I think I tried to stay in my character, but she did not. She looks me in the eyes and moves in for a sultry kiss. Thoughts of movies, hitting the STOP button, and tearing off her clothes fill my (big) head. Blood fills the little head. Within a minute, we are in her room, and she does not wait.
I think Charlotte likes to kiss. I know I love to reciprocate. While we are kissing, she is making the attempt to get my clothes off, my buttoned shirt first. The cuffs don't slide over my wrists, and she complains about more buttons to undo. She calls these shirts "male chastity belts." I try to help where I can.... The pants drop, the shoes are kicked off. I remove the remainder, and she moves to the bed, shedding the blouse and skirt.
Now she is sitting on the bed facing me, and bending over to remove the heels. I kneel on the floor before her so I can help. I want her to be over me, at least now. The straps on the heels are loosened, and her feet are exposed. I grab one, and kiss. Top, bottom, the toes. I begin sucking on her toes, caressing her silky leg. At some point, I move to the other leg, foot, toes. She is so fresh, I really could lick her for hours, but I don't. Things are becoming a blur.
If you cannot read any further, I had an amazing experience with Charlotte.