“Are you sure nothing happened? “Her breasts were the first thing that appeared in her line of vision, causing her to gasp and jump back, slamming her back against the sofa, before she even realized that Charlie had gotten up and was now leaning over him, with her chest at the height of his face and the curious expression "You look so strange...
“I-I think I'm more tired than I realized. “He lied, trying his best to keep his eyes off her cleavage, even though he wasn't being very successful. “I really appreciate the surprise, Charlie. But I think I'll go take a shower and get some rest, okay? I promise we'll have some more pie together for dinner.
" Bath? “ Hers gained a peculiar glow for a moment, but that was gone as quickly as it had come, before she smiled widely, kindly, “Of course! I'm going to clean everything around here. You can rest as much as you like.
Saying that, she turned her back to him and then bent down to pick up the pie from the table, practically shoving her barely covered ass in his face. Swallowing hard to try to keep his heart from jumping out of his mouth and his cock ending up bursting his pants fly, it was so hard, as he darted towards the bathroom, afraid that he would give in to the temptation to touch her if he stayed in the living room .
Once shielded by the bathroom door, he would slump to the floor, wondering what the universe had against him, making a point of creating greater temptation each day, each time he returned home to Charlie. It wouldn't be fair to her to ask her to change clothes on his behalf, aside from the fact that she would certainly want to know he was making such a strange request. And then what would he say? Stop wearing those damn clothes, Charlie, or you're in serious danger of me making you my real wife... Or maybe: If you keep walking around in those little rags that cover absolutely nothing, I'll be forced to apply the punishment bratty girls like you deserve...
Hell, he was one step away from going crazy.
With a rueful sigh, that moment of self-pity gone, Morgan got up and walked to the shower, shedding his clothes before turning on the ice water and stepping straight into it, hoping it would help him get his head together. All of them, in fact. But as it had happened before, even when he'd stayed with Charlie in that Las Vegas hotel, not even the lash of the cold water on his bare back was enough to calm the raging erection that was straining between his legs, demanding that he go back to Charlie. That stubborn, love-to-give bastard had become his worst enemy lately, even more so than when he was already in love with Charlie but didn't live under the same roof as her.
Groaning with frustration at having to do it again, he wrapped his hand around his cock, knowing he couldn't have dinner with his wife without first finding some relief. He hated the fact that knowing Charlie was around only added fuel to her fire of arousal, making him feel like a sick pervert. Still, without much of a choice, he braced one arm against the wall and pressed his eyes against it, allowing himself to lose himself in yet another forbidden fantasy of the girl who had no idea how sexy she was in the room next door.
In the privacy of her mind, he imagined himself back to the scene a few minutes ago, where he was on the couch, with her leaning back towards him, her perky little ass totally at his mercy. But this time, instead of running away, he hooked his fingers into the sides of that useless piece of cloth that didn't deserve to be called shorts and pulled them down, making her gasp in surprise. And as she glanced over her shoulder at him, Morgan landed a few firm slaps, turning her skin a beautiful pink.
“You don't like my outfit? she questioned him in her fantasy, biting her lip.
“Are you talking about these rags? You would be more covered if you were naked. “ he growled, as he ran his fingers through the elastic of her panties “ But, since you seem so willing to show off like that to me, then I can't do anything but enjoy...
Saying that, he ripped open the fragile, and already slightly damp, fabric that covered her entrance, plunging his tongue inside her before Charlie could even react, being intoxicated by what he imagined would be the best taste he had ever tasted. Whimpering with pleasure, she bent over the coffee table, gripping the glass in her hands as she launched herself toward his mouth, spreading her legs even wider for his assault. Wanting to reward her, he proceeded to suckle her clit gently, replacing his tongue with two fingers, which stimulated her until her pussy was lubricated enough to wet her thighs.
“But it wasn't just these indecent shorts that left me in this state…” he recalled, after teasing her entrance with long licks “Come and sit on my lap. I'm going to rip that shirt off and make sure no one but me can see you in it again.
Seeming more than happy to oblige, Charlie hooked one leg on either side of his hips, straddling her lap at the same time as she wrapped her arms around her neck, crushing her full, barely covered breasts against his face. Intensifying her fist movements, he imagined himself licking and nibbling at the exposed skin, before finally wrapping his hands around each of her tank top straps and ripping it off her body, making her breasts bounce free without even a bra to hide them.
“Do you think a well-behaved girl would walk around in that state, knowing I could see everything through the fabric? “He questioned her as he twisted her stiff nipples between his fingers, making her whimper in pleasure and cream leak over the leg he was sitting on.
" What do you think? “She just giggled, breathless, as she wiggled over his erection teasingly “Would your life be funny if I stopped being your naughty little girl?
“You have a point. “He complimented her imaginary Charlie, pulling her into a smoldering kiss. “But that doesn't mean you won't get what you deserve for teasing me. Damn, if you appeared in front of me for real right now, I wouldn't be able to control myself...
With that sentence, he pushed her away a little, making her kneel before him until her breasts were perfectly aligned against his cock. Giving her nipples one last caress, he grabbed soft breasts and crushed them against his cock, groaning aloud as he imagined how her soft, warm skin would feel like heaven against the hardness of her cock. The sound reverberated through the bathroom walls and back to him, making the scene in his mind even more real and more exciting, making the head of his cock leak and his balls tighten, bringing him closer and closer to climax.
In his fantasy, it was his own wife who began moving her torso up and down, helping him move his cock between her breasts, at the same time sticking out her tongue, licking and sucking the frothy tip whenever she felt like it. it came close to his chin, as he would a straw. With her back pressed against the sofa seat and her head thrown back in pleasure, Morgan thrust her hips forward, starting to move faster and faster, thrusting like crazy between her breasts, practically screaming in the process. Charlie, for his part, continued to swirl his tongue over every inch of his cock that came close to her mouth as he moved his frantic fingers down to where her thighs met, giving her clit and her leaky entrance some attention, which it filled the room with wet sounds that Morgan could no longer even remember were actually coming from the still running shower.
Just as he was ready to come and paint her chest white, Charlie shot up, sliding her slick pussy onto his cock in one go and enveloping him in her tight heat in a way that had both of them screaming. of pure pleasure. Still in that position, with him buried deep inside her, Charlie began to bounce up and down, bending her spine until her breasts were bouncing towards his face as she straddled him.
Just as that imaginary vision was about to make him climax, a strange sensation prickled him in the back, making him immediately remember when he was in the hotel with Charlie and had needed to relieve some of his tension during the shower. It was the indescribable but also unmistakable impression that he was being watched. Even if that was impossible when he was in his own house. But still, he lifted his face and looked straight ahead, only to send that feeling away when he realized there was no one there and he could return to the arms of the Charlie that lived in his mind.
However, when he opened his eyes, he had to blink several times, wondering if he had completely lost his mind.
Because he was pretty sure he wasn't in his fantasy anymore, yet Charlie was there in the bathroom, right in front of him, biting her lip as she stared at his erection, looking lusty.