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   Are You Staring at My Ass?  Ch.  01

   "Are you staring at my ass?"

   I was sitting in my friend Charlotte's tiny kitchen while she made us a
meal.  Charlotte has possibly the nicest behind I have ever seen.  Someone
who is as tall and skinny as Charlotte has no right to have such rounded
and firm posterior.  But she does, and I was staring at it.  Clearly this
had not been the first time that I had stared at her ass, I had been
surreptitiously staring quite happily for the five years we had been
friends without any problem; only this time I was well and truly busted.

   To fill you in on some back-story, I had met Charlotte when we both
pitched up at the same company in London, new to the city.  We both worked
in finance and shared similar views on our co-workers, senior management
and the importance of post-work drinking.  Unusually our friendship had
continued even after we had both left the company.  Friendship at work
often tends to fade away when what you have in common is no longer there.
Charlotte and I stayed in touch and our relationship continued.

   I had always found Charlotte attractive, but she had been married ever
since I had known her which meant there was never anything sexual in our
relationship.  If she had been single, I would have probably tried to
pursue her and where that would have ended up who knows, but I doubt we
would still be friends.  That had not stopped me enjoying her body over the
years.  Charlotte was tall, almost 6 feet, skinny without much in the chest
department.  She had often wistfully mentioned how you always wish for what
you don't have, which I had taken to meaning, crudely, bigger tits. 
Whereas some skinny girls are straight up and straight down, Charlotte had
a world-class feature.  Her ass was perfectly proportioned, plump and
round. On a bigger girl it might have run to chubbiness but on her model
frame it was perfect.

   Back to the present.  I suppose it had to happen, the law of averages
suggests that if you stare at something often enough and for long enough,
the person who owns the thing you are staring at is probably going to
notice.  I was normally so careful, Charlotte was in the middle of a
lengthy work anecdote.  While the story was amusing enough, it was no match
for the sight of Charlotte's ass stretching against her tight jeans as she
alternatively reached up to shelves then bent down to cupboards while
preparing the meal.  At one point as she bent to retrieve a colander from a
low cupboard I was presented with a detailed outline of her pussy.  A
better man than me might have been able to ogle and simultaneously maintain
a conversation but I failed.  I zoned out of the conversation and focused
on Charlotte.

   "Greg," She asked as she turned to face me, "Are you even listening to
me?  And are you staring at my ass?"

   The first question was posed in a slightly exasperated tone of voice,
the second with amused surprise in her voice.  Charlotte was hot, of that
there was no doubt, but also warm and kind, loved cooking and had a wicked
sense of humour.  And as I mentioned she was also married.  I was happy to
be her friend but there had never been any form of flirting between us;
Charlotte was not really the flirty type.  She was not so naïve as to be
unaware of her overall attractiveness but while she dressed fashionably in
a way that complimented her slender figure, (with the amazing ass let's not
forget) she did not dress in an overtly sexy way.

   So, she wasn't making a meal with the intention of giving me a show.  I
think this was why she was so surprised when she turned around and caught
me thinking about how I was almost close enough to reach out and squeeze
one of her rounded cheeks.  I had always thought she overestimated how nice
I was and felt she didn't have to worry about that sort of thing around me.
Well, she clearly overestimated me and probably 99% of other men as well.
Other men weren't sitting busted in her kitchen though, just me.

   Ah well, I had a good run.  That's the friendship over, I just hope she
doesn't tell all our mutual friends, so I look like a disgusting pervert
who's not to be trusted.

   While it felt these thoughts had been whizzing through my head at 90
miles an hour, in the real world an awkward silence had developed. 
Charlotte was looking at me awaiting a response, her cheeks had become
flushed, with surprise or righteous indignation.

   What could I say, what can you say in such a situation?  I suppose I
could have lied and claimed not to know what she meant.  I could have tried
a reverse-indignation and claimed to be mortally offended that she could
even dare to think I would be such a bastard and do such a thing.  Instead
I went bright red and looked at the floor.

   "What can I say?" I said eventually.  "You caught me.  You've got a
world-class ass and you are moving around in a tight space in my favourite
jeans that you wear, and it was right in front of me."

   Charlotte looked me in the face as she processed this information.

   "You have favourite jeans that I wear?" she asked me with a raised
eyebrow.

   I had somehow managed to compound the initial error of being caught and
made the situation worse by looking like a dirty stalker.

   "That is new information."

   A bad situation was getting worse, caught ogling a married friend who
then responded as though it hadn't even occurred to her that I even had a
dick.

   "Look, I should go." I said, and I stood up.

   I was sweating and my face remained a fierce red.  Leaving was awkward
as I had been supposed to stay in Charlotte's spare room that night and I
was still bloody hungry.  Charlotte's food was as tasty as her ass.  Some
people are just good at everything.

   Charlotte watched me get out the chair and make for the door.  The tiny
kitchen meant that in dismounting the chair I had to brush past her as
there was barely room for two.  My arm touched her, and it felt like her
flesh was burning hot.

   "Wait," she said eventually when my discomfort had reached its maximum
level.  I kept going, desperate to get out of the tiny, hot room.

   "Come on Greg.  Wait.  Stop being so silly," she said laughing at me.

   I suppose laughter was better than anger, but it didn't make me feel
much better.

   "Seriously, sit back down, you're being an idiot." Charlotte placed her
hands on my shoulders and manoeuvred me back onto the chair.

   At that moment the pasta that had been boiling merrily away through all
the awkwardness started to boil over.

   "I need to get that before it's overcooked," said Charlotte draining the
contents into the colander.

   Charlotte took immense pride in her cooking; pasta going soft would have
irritated her, so I shut up and let her get on with it.  Of course, in the
process of finishing the meal she once again had to turn around, so I was
presented once her again with her posterior encased in her tight jeans.  It
felt stupid to stare at the ground to I tried to stare at her back.  She
then reached up to get the pepper grinder and in the process her top rode
up, exposing about 5cm of skin above the waistband of her jeans.  My God,
the temptation to lean forward and lick the soft exposed skin.  I could
feel a stirring in my jeans.  Probably not really the time you asshole I
thought.

   Charlotte had cooked a pasta dish with home-made pesto and always it was
delicious.  As always, I complemented her on the food, and she looked proud
at the compliment.  I tried not to bolt it down and eat normally while
waiting for the inevitable discussion about the elephant in the room.  I
just about managed but drank three glasses of wine, to Charlotte's one.  We
took the plates through to the kitchen and returned to the lounge while
Charlotte rolled a joint.  Despite working in finance and not drinking
much, Charlotte did enjoy smoking weed, which would probably have surprised
her colleagues.  People underestimated her deviant side, including me as I
was to discover.

   I silently watched Charlotte busy herself with the joint-rolling. 
Finally, after an over-elaborate process, which created a visually perfect
joint exhibiting the high level of craftmanship Charlotte put into
everything she sparked up and took a long drag.

   "So," she said exhaling a cloud of smoke in my direction.

   "You like staring at my ass then?  Interesting." She paused to take
another deep pull.

   "I never had you pegged as a naughty pervert.  This has been going on
for how long?"

   Her manner was amused not aggressive.  Charlotte continued puffing away
on the joint while brushing her shoulder length blonde hair behind her ears
with her free hand.

   "Well to be clear." I began, not sure where I was going but pleased to
still be in the room.  "You've always had a nice ass, so I've been staring
at it as long as I've known you.  But it's not like I only like your ass, I
think you're funny and I love your food and your pretty and, look," this
wasn't going where I was hoping.  "I like hanging out with you and I'm
sorry.  I meant no disrespect."

   At the word "disrespect," Charlotte, snorted with laughter.

   "Disrespect!" she repeated shaking with laughter.  "Come on, don't be a
pompous twat!  I know you too well for that." After some delay she
eventually calmed down wiping tears from her eyes.  "Pass me the ashtray. I
meant no disrespect!  Oh, my days!"

   "Have you finished having fun at my expense?" I said getting annoyed. 
Clearly, I was in the wrong but there were limits to my patience.  "Can you
stop fucking around with me?  Please?"

   "OK," said Charlotte finally still chuckling away to herself, the dope
probably not helping.  "You've been looking at my ass and I caught you
staring.  It's not the end of the world."

   "I'm sorry," I began, but Charlotte cut me off.  "You don't know
everything about me you know," she said, "You don't know everything about
what I might like." She took a long drag on the joint and turned to face
me. "You want to stare at my ass you can if you like, It's fine."

   I wasn't expecting that.  "Isn't that going to be a bit awkward?" I said
rather lamely.  You've almost gotten away with this I thought, don't ruin
it now.

   "Why?" asked Charlotte, "Was it awkward when I didn't know?  If you like
staring at my ass and I have no objections, then I don't see a problem."

   Charlotte then stood up to take the empty plates through to the kitchen.
She made a deliberate move in front of me and slowly bent down to pick up
the plates.

   "Is this what you like?" She asked, as the fabric of her jeans stretched
across the two rounded cheeks of her ass.  At the junction of her legs I
could see the outline of her lips.  My mouth was dry.  "A girl bending over
in front of you here, least you could do is give some feedback," Charlotte
said taking the plates through.

   "Yes," I replied.  I need to pick up my conversation game here, I
thought.  "That's exactly what I like."

   "What else do you like?  Don't go all shy on my now you've been rumbled"

   In for a penny I thought.

   "Well, I like it when you reach up to put the glasses away.  Your top
lifts up and you get a few centimetres of skin which frames your ass
beautifully." The cat was out the bag.

   "Like this?" Charlotte said as she stretched upwards just a pace or two
away from me.

   "Like that." I replied.

   "And you like it when the jeans go tight and stretched against my skin
do you?" Charlotte said pulling her jeans taut, revealing the outline of
what looked like bikini panties.

   "When you do that, I start to wander what sort of knickers you are
wearing." I said.

   "Does it turn you on?"

   "Well yes," I said, "It obviously does."

   "Obviously in that it makes your dick hard?" asked Charlotte.  "Is your
dick hard now?"

   "Well I'm not walking around with a permanent hard on if that's what you
mean, I have some self-control."

   "Ok, obviously in that you'll think about it having a wank when you go
to bed tonight then?"

   "Possibly," I said, "Look I find looking at you arousing, if that what
you're looking for.  I find you an arousing person." I was red again.

   "Well who would have thought." said Charlotte "I make Greg's dick go
hard.  And to think I might never have known if I hadn't caught you.  That
would have been a shame.  Now I can go to bed knowing what you'll be
thinking about."

   The conversation turned to other matters and it didn't feel anything
like as weird as I thought it would be.  Considering it was a weeknight we
ended up getting pretty stoned, maybe to relieve the tension.  Charlotte
continued to move unselfconsciously around the room and I unselfconsciously
continued to stare at her ass.

   Eventually it was time to turn in, Charlotte went off to her room and I
took the spare room.  At this point it's probably worth mentioning that her
husband Paul, a man who I had always liked was working away.  It didn't
occur to me to suggest that I joined Charlotte, I was a bit far gone by
that stage anyway, but it seemed natural that I would go to the spare room
and she would go to her room.

   I was asleep within seconds, the wine and weed was a soporific
combination.  The alarm sounded at 7:30 and I awoke feeling relatively OK
considering the previous night's intake.  Then a wave of embarrassment
washed over me as I remembered the previous night.  I remained in the spare
room under the duvet as I considered my next move.  Would it be possible to
leave the house without bumping into Charlotte?

   As I was mulling my options, I heard the shower running then being
turned off.  The door opened, and Charlotte poked her head round the door.

   "Shower's free." she said.  I could see the top of her shoulder was bare
and I presumed she had a towel wrapped around her, although from where I
was lying it was possible she was naked.

   "How's the head?" Charlotte enquired, making no move to leave the
doorway.

   "Fine," I said.  "My head is fine."

   "Come with me and I'll get you a towel," Charlotte said, although still
not moving.  "Come on, get out the bed.  Unless you are naked.  You're not
naked, are you?  Then I'd get to see your dick all hard having been
thinking about my ass all night." Charlotte seemed to find this comment
hilariously funny.  I had not dreamt the previous night.

   Seeing as nothing was going to happen until I moved, I got out of the
bed.

   "Disappointing, a t-shirt and boxer shirts," observed Charlotte with a
smirk.  Having risen from the bed I could see Charlotte was indeed wrapped
in a towel, which ended just below the curve of ass.  She opened a cupboard
in the hallway and reached up to extract a towel from the top shelf.  Her
towel rose slightly, not enough to reveal any cheek, but with absolutely no
margin for error; the effect was so exact that I wondered if she had been
practicing.

   "You know how the shower works," she said rhetorically and turned
walking away towards the bedroom, her ass sashaying in the towel as she
went.  "Don't worry." She called back over her shoulder, "You'll get
another ass-look before we leave the house." Last night's exchange had felt
like something of a dream in the cold light of day.  With bright sunlight
pouring in through the windows the morning felt very different and the
impact of seeing Charlotte's bare, long and shapely legs and her body
wrapped in a towel sent a rush of blood into my groin.  I scurried into the
bathroom and quickly jumped in the shower.

   I resisted the urge to relive the tension in the shower although
thinking of Charlotte standing naked, in the same space just moments before
maintained my arousal throughout.  I clambered awkwardly out the shower and
facing the sink began drying myself off.  As I was bending forwards drying
my legs, I felt a breeze of slightly colder air on my skin.  Charlotte's
bathroom had no lock.  As a married couple with only two of them living in
the house I guess they probably never bothered.  The colder air meant that
Charlotte had entered the room.

   "Hurry up!" she said, "We need to leave soon." Before I could gather any
form of modesty, I felt a sharp crack as Charlotte directed a well-aimed
and extremely hard spank across my right buttock.  "Ha, now I'm staring at
your ass," she said laughing away.  "And it seems half of your ass has gone
bright red!" I gathered the towel around me.

   "Charlotte, what the fuck?" I said pretending to be annoyed although not
really sounding it.  The small towel was not doing anything to hide the
fact that my state of low-grade semi-arousal had instantly become a state
of high-grade steel erection the second that Charlotte's hand had spanked
me.

   "I'm sorry!" Charlotte said, continuing to find herself incredibly
amusing.  "That came out a bit harder than I was planning.  Still," she
said glancing down the protrusion beneath my towel.  "Maybe it wasn't hard
enough.  I think I'd better even it up though."

   "That bloody hurt!" I said, trying to maintain my righteous indignation.

   "What a load of bollocks." said Charlotte "You've been thinking about my
ass all night, touching your dick.  I need some payback."

   I turned to face Charlotte, although it was quite difficult turning
around maintaining some dignity with a small towel and a raging hard-on. 
Charlotte was dressed in a grey pencil skirt, tights and a white blouse. 
She looked amazing.

   "You like my outfit?"

   "You like nice." I said.

   "Nice?" replied Charlotte.  "Not hot?"

   "Hot but office appropriate."

   "How does my ass look in this skirt?" Charlotte said as she turned
around to present her bottom at me.  "You are the expert after all."

   "Your ass looks good." I said, "Your ass always looks good."

   "What are you thinking about when you look at me?" Asked Charlotte.  "Be
honest."

   "Well," I said taking a deep breath.  "I'm thinking a few things. 
Firstly, are you wearing tights or stockings?  Secondly what sort of
knickers you are wearing?  And finally, what it would be like to look up
your skirt.  Happy?"

   "Your making me blush." laughed Charlotte.  "That is very naughty
indeed! To think I've been missing out on all these thoughts for all this
time!  I like your honesty.  Greg wants to look up my skirt and see my
pants!"

   "I won't be the only man thinking that today." I said.  "I said you were
hot, don't milk it."

   "Back to the business at hand." said Charlotte, her voice taking on a
more business-like approach.  "Turn around, put your hands on the sink and
drop the towel."

   I felt compelled to comply but for reasons of modesty I kept the towel
over my dick.  I felt foolish leaning over the sink with my ass exposed,
but I also knew I would do whatever Charlotte commanded.

   "Ready for this?" Charlotte asked.

   Before I could reply I felt a further stinging blow to my left ass
cheek. To give her credit, Charlotte could certainly put some force behind
her blows.

   "Couple more," she said.  "As I enjoyed those so much." and she then
delivered two further stinging blows.

   "Your ass is OK too." She said, "Obviously not as good as mine, but OK."
I rearranged the towel, but there was no hiding the shape of my erection.

   "We leave in 10 minutes." said Charlotte, all business-like as she left
the bathroom.  "Better get that sorry red ass ready."

   A short while later we both left the flat and we descended the stairs
from Charlotte's flat to the street exit.

   "Wait a sec," Charlotte said, "I've just forgotten something," and she
began climbing the stairs up to her flat.

   "I hope you're watching this?" she called over her shoulder as she
slowly ascended.

   I was, Charlotte's ass swayed from side to side as she ascended the
stairs the movement pressing the tight pencil skirt against her cheeks.  At
she got near the top of the stairs she paused.

   "If someone was looking up the stairs at me now," she called down. 
"They could probably see most of the way up my skirt.  What do you think?"

   I stood below and looked directly up.  I could see most of the way up
Charlotte's skirt but not quite far enough to see the good stuff.  Again, I
wondered if this was a move she'd practiced before.

   "What can you see?" She asked.

   "I can see your legs."

   "Am I wearing tights or hold ups?"

   "I can't quite tell, move to the side a bit.  No, it's too dark."

   "That's a shame for you." Charlotte chuckled.  "Let's hope for your sake
that you'll get another chance to see my pants.  For now, you'll just have
to imagine what they look like."

   And with that final act of tease we left the flat and made for the tube.
Charlotte's flat was close to Highbury & Islington station and it was a
pleasant walk in the mild spring weather.

   "We need to do this again soon," said Charlotte as we parted at the
entrance to the tube.  "I enjoyed last night.  It's given me lots of
ideas." she chuckled.  "Give me a hug."

   We embraced, I didn't want to put her down, feeling her warm body
pressed tightly against me.  Eventually we released our hold and Charlotte
disappeared into the depths of the tube.  My head was spinning at the
events of the night before and this morning.  I didn't know where this was
headed but I also knew I had no choice but to find out.



   Are You Staring at My Ass?  Ch.  02

   After the night when Charlotte told me I was free to stare at her ass, I
wasn't sure who should initiate contact next.  I was extremely interested
in another night of smoking dope and checking out Charlotte's body, but I
wasn't sure how she felt about it.  I vacillated for a few days until
curiosity and the memory of Charlottes curvaceous behind was about to get
the better of me.  I was about to make a move when my phone chirped with a
WhatsApp early one Friday morning as I was just out the shower.  It was
from Charlotte and I could see it had a picture attached.

   "What pants do you think I should wear today?" The message read.  In the
picture where three pairs of knickers arranged neatly on what I guessed was
her bed.  The first pair where a brief but functional pair of black bikini
briefs, the second were a pair of silky boy shorts while the third were
constructed of black lace but where almost entirely see through.  It was a
typical of Charlotte's habit of understatement to describe such delicate
and alluring items of clothing as pants.

   "Well, I could make a case for any of them" I typed.  "Give me some more
context."

   Charlotte was immediately typing her reply.

   "It's Friday, the week is nearly over so the black ones feel a bit
functional..."

   "Agreed." I replied.  "But to help you, I think I need to know what your
wearing above the pants."

   "Jeans, it's casual Friday."

   "The boy shorts will possibly give you a bit of a visible panty line.  I
would go with the black lacy ones." I was always going to recommend the
sexiest ones.

   "They are the most fun I agree." Charlotte replied.  "It makes me feel
pretty sexy at work walking around with only me knowing what I'm wearing
underneath."

   "You do realise that nearly every man in your office is going to be
wandering what you are wearing under your jeans, right?"

   "Maybe so," Charlotte typed.  "But the only people who will ever know
are you, because you chose them and Paul this evening when he bends me over
the sofa, pulls down my jeans, then the pants you chose for me to wear and
stuffs his cock up my cunt :)."

   That made me sit up!  I had never expected Charlotte to use such
explicit language.  I re-read the conversation stroking my cock as I did
so. I figured I needed to relieve myself before going to work in case I
took someone's eye out on the tube.  I came ridiculously quickly.

   I heard nothing from Charlotte until later in the afternoon when another
WhatsApp arrived.  There was no message, just two photos.  The first was of
the front of Charlotte's jeans.  They were skin tight, and it occurred to
me that Charlotte had a prominent and extremely sexy pubic mound.  Her top
had ridden up slightly exposing a few inches of her stomach, with her hand
she had pulled her knickers over her hip above the jeans.  I had proof she
had gone with the black lacy ones.  The second picture was a full body pose
taken in the mirror of must have been her work toilets.  Charlotte was
taking the picture looking over her shoulder mischievously poking her ass
towards the camera sticking her tongue out.  Charlotte was a master of
making a perfectly appropriate work outfit appear filthy.

   The next day I got a more innocent message from Charlotte asking me if I
wanted to meet later in the week.  I replied in the affirmative; the
location had not been decided but obviously I was hoping to be invited
round to her flat where we could pick up such topics as me looking at her
ass and things being stuffed up her cunt.  The tease was getting to me.  I
half-heartedly suggested a pub, but Charlotte put me out of my misery and
said it would be easier if I just came around for some food and that she
preferred getting a bit stoned to drinking in any case.  She also casually
dropped in that I would be welcome to stay over if I couldn't be bothered
going back home.

   This was exactly what I was hoping for and its fair to say that during
the day on Friday I was not hugely productive.  At four o'clock I gave up
the say as a bad job and persuaded some work colleagues to kill some time
with me.  At seven o' clock right on time, I was heading towards
Charlotte's flat.  I had no fixed plan for how I would approach the night.
It was clear to me that whatever happened would happen at Charlotte's pace.
I had to accept that she was in control.  It was my decision whether to go
along with it or not, but I didn't get a say in how things would turn out
thereafter.

   I bumped into Charlotte just as I approached her flat.

   "Busy day," she said rather breathlessly." I'm going to cook us some
pasta, but I didn't have time to go mad I'm afraid.  We did get a
"delivery" yesterday though." Charlotte raised her eyebrow in a
conspiratorial fashion.

   "Pasta and weed?  That's a pretty fine combination." I said.  It was
fine in my book.

   "I got some beers as well.  And don't forget we've established you like
my ass and its OK for you to stare at it." Charlotte buzzed us into her
stairwell, and we ascended the stairs to her flat.  I had already developed
a stirring in my groin at the knowledge that we would move straight to the
ass staring with no preliminaries.  I wasn't sure where we were going, but
events were moving forwards.

   Charlotte deliberately moved ahead of me on the stairs and gave her bum
a bit of a wiggle as she climbed.  She was wearing, a pleated skirt that
came just above her knee over dark, sheer tights.  The Spring air still had
a chill.  Above the skirt she had a black long-sleeved knitted top.  It was
high collared so there was no cleavage but while not totally sheer gave a
hint of what was beneath.  Charlotte didn't have the boobs to go for
cleavage, but she had, as usual, cleverly made the best use of what she
had.

   The skirt wasn't tight, so I didn't have a skin-tight view of Charlotte
from behind and neither was it short enough to reveal much as she climbed
the stairs.  It did make me want to flip up the back and see what she was
wearing beneath.

   Charlotte let out a deep sigh as she dropped the shopping bags in the
kitchen.

   "Not casual Friday today then?" I asked.

   "Meetings all day with the board." She replied.  "Totally stressful and
not a day for jeans."

   "You look nice though," I said.  "Professional with a hint of sass."

   "I wasn't sure about this top, it's not really sheer, but I think that
the CEO got a bit of a look when I was standing with the window behind me.
Wasn't really the effect that I was going for, but no harm done I suppose."

   "He should be keeping his eyes to himself."

   "He was subtle, but I don't really want an old man staring at my tits.
Problem is, it's been too long since you came around and stared at me.  I
think I'm sub-consciously turning into an exhibitionist."

   Charlotte disappeared briefly into the kitchen sorting out the shopping
and emerged holding a beer for me and the pencil case where she stored her
weed.

   "OK, I have had a really long and stressful week, so I've been hanging
on for some relaxation.  I'll get the tea on shortly, but I need to chill
out a bit first if that's OK."

   "Fine with me," I said taking the beer.  Charlotte sat opposite me and
managed to elegantly roll a joint.  After a short period of concentration,
she was happy with her creation.

   "Right, pass me the lighter and drink some more of that beer." She
instructed me.

   Charlotte sparked the joint and took a deep pull.

   "That." She said.  "Is hitting the spot." She stood up from the sofa and
stood in front of where I was sitting in the chair opposite.

   "Now I realise that this skirt is not very ass-viewing friendly." She
said.

   "It's a nice skirt.  Your legs look amazing" I replied.

   "It is a nice skirt, but don't worry I have thought of you.  You need to
lie down on the floor just there and close your eyes." She pointed in front
of the sofa.

   I lay down facing up with eyes closed as instructed.  Unbeknownst to me
Charlotte stood above me with her feet either side of my head.  I could
feel and hear something happening, but I wasn't sure exactly what.

   "Ok, you can open your eyes now." Charlotte instructed.

   I opened my eyes and looked upwards.  Charlotte had stood directly above
me giving me a direct view up her skirt.  I was lying on the floor staring
at the crotch of her knickers that were slightly obscured by her tights. 
From my angle the knickers were black with a lacy finish.  Functional but
with a bit of mischief.

   "How's that?" Charlotte asked.

   "Amazing." I said.  Which seemed a bit lame, but I was not at my most
lucid.

   "Good, I'm pleased." Said Charlotte.  "I'm going to stand here while I
finish this joint while you look up my skirt at my pants.  I find the
combination of weed and your eyes on my cunt very calming.  When I've
finished this joint, you can roll another, and I'll go and make the tea."

   "Ok." I said and that's what happened.  I lay beneath Charlotte for what
seemed like second but must have been more like four- or five-minutes,
drinking in the sight of a perfect pair of legs tapering to a view of
Charlotte's crotch.  I was close enough to reach up and touch her knickers,
but my hands were firmly placed on the floor.  Eventually Charlotte
finished the joint, but she had one final tease up her sleeve, (or skirt).
She had placed the ashtray just to the side of my head.  In order to stub
the joint, she had to squat down to reach the floor.  As she squatted her
skirt enveloped my head and her crotch fell to just inches from my face.

   "Charlottes cunt is inches from my face." I thought.  Her skirt falling
directly over my face had impaired my visibility somewhat, but I was
getting a sensory overload as I was sure I could smell a faint tinge of
arousal.  It was clear Charlotte was getting something sexy from me looking
at her.  Charlotte squatted for a second or two longer than the manoeuvre
strictly required.  For a moment I wondered if she was about to lower
herself directly on my face and make me inhale her scent.  I think she
thought about it but that was few steps further than whatever schedule was
in her mind.

   "Right I'll get on with the tea then." Charlotte said breaking the
spell. "You get on with skinning up that joint."

   "On it!" I replied.  I was caught in the current of Charlotte's plan and
I was dumbly following.  Once I had rolled another joint that was
considerably less aesthetically pleasing than Charlotte's had been, I
joined her in the kitchen.  She busied herself with making the pasta, while
I enjoyed her elegant, fluid movements.

   "This isn't a very good ass-watching skirt, I had forgotten." Charlotte
randomly dropped into the conversation.  "That's not very fair.  Does this
help?"

   Charlotte grabbed the hem of the skirt and pulled it over her waist. 
She stood with her skirt aloft giving me a view of her tights and the black
lacy knickers underneath.  The knickers were partially sheer but dark
enough to obscure any view of her pussy through the material.

   "I can see more." I croaked.  Charlotte then rotated 180 degrees so I
could see her ass encased in black lace.  The knickers covered maybe three
quarters of her ass, leaving a decent portion of bare cheek uncovered
beneath her tights.

   "That's the best thing I've seen today.  I like those knickers." I
sensed I needed to get the compliments right to keep the momentum going. 
As much as Charlotte was in control this was clearly new ground for her,
and she must have been nervous.

   "I'm glad you enjoy it." She said looking pleased.  "I want to make sure
my guests are happy.  This is not very practical though.  I can't really
cook holding up my skirt."

   She let the skirt fall back around her waist which was disappointing. 
Charlotte then reached to her side and pulled the skirt's zipper down. 
With a slight wiggle of her hips the skirt dropped to the floor.

   "That's better." She said sounding pleased.  "I can cook, and you can
look at me.  Perfect."

   Charlotte bent over at the waist to pick up the skirt giving me a close
view of her cheeks with a peek between her legs and dropped it in the
bedroom.  She then continued to cook, and we chatted away amiably as we had
done many times before.  The only difference being that Charlotte was
walking around the flat wearing no skirt in just her tights and knickers.

   We ate, drank a bit more and smoked a bit more.  Once again, I felt a
little too stoned and a little too drunk.  It wasn't that late, but I could
see Charlotte's eyes were drooping and mine where too.

   "Where's Paul tonight?" I asked.  I wasn't sure whether we should
acknowledge Charlotte was married or not.

   "He's out with his friends, some work leaving drinks.  I think he would
have preferred dinner with us though.  He was saying this morning it's been
ages since he's seen you.  We can hang out tomorrow though maybe."

   "Sounds cool." I said.  "I was wondering if Paul knew I was here."

   "Don't' worry." Replied Charlotte.  "Paul knows you're here.  You don't
need to worry that your sitting in my house looking at my bum.  He's cool
with it."

   "Oh, right," I said.  This was news to me.  It had seemed weird that
Charlotte would be sneaking around letting me see her semi-naked behind
Paul's back, that wouldn't really be her style.  On the other hand, it
would seem equally strange that Paul would be complicit in the tease.  I
wanted to know more but I figured it would be best to stick with my plan of
letting Charlotte control the pace.

   Charlotte stood up and cleared away the cups and plates that had
accumulated in the lounge.  I took the opportunity once again to admire her
long shapely legs encased in dark tights as she walked through to the
kitchen.

   "I'm pretty done in now to be honest." Charlotte said as she reappeared
in the lounge.  "I think I'm going to have to hit the sack now.  Sorry I
haven't got much stamina."

   "I'm pretty tired as well." I said.  "Bed sounds good.  I feel like I
could sleep forever."

   "I was expecting Paul home by now; the drinks must have been better than
he thought.  You still up for getting some brunch tomorrow?"

   I wasn't entirely sure how I was going to handle hanging out with Paul
again.  He was a good guy and I'd always liked him.  He was a good match
for Charlotte and although I was jealous that he, to quote Charlotte got to
stuff his cock up her cunt, (and possible other places too), I didn't hold
it against him.  If I'd have known him independently of Charlotte, I could
easily have been his friend.  I didn't feel guilty as it seemed that both
he and Charlotte were complicit in whatever plan was playing out but still,
I would feel awkward.  I had been invited though and this was clearly some
kind of test; a gate I had to go through to see what else was on the path
we were travelling.

   "Yep, brunch good." I said as I began to rise from the sofa to get ready
for bed.

   "Hold on a second." Said Charlotte.  "As I've had such a nice night
hanging out with you, I want to make sure you've had a proper look at me,
so you have plenty of inspiration in the bedroom."

   Charlotte stood up and positioned herself directly in front of me facing
away.  My face was just inches away from the shapely contours of her
bottom. I could see the lace of her knickers as it stretched over her
cheeks, exposing the rounded white flesh below covered only by her tights.
After about 30 seconds she turned slowly so that I was now facing her
front. I could almost see through the gauzy lace and sheer tights but not
quite.  I had the strongest desire to move my head forward, stick my tongue
out and like her cunt through the knickers.  I wondered if Charlotte would
resist.  I was sure I could smell arousal, even stronger than earlier and I
was equally sure if I dipped a finger into her pussy, she would have been
wet.  I was determined though to stick to my plan and let events unfold at
her pace.

   "You are incredibly sexy Charlotte." I said.  "You fill a pair of tights
well."

   "Thank you." Replied Charlotte.  "I'm glad you like looking."

   Charlotte then disappeared into the bedroom I supposed to get ready for
bed.  I went into he bathroom to brush my teeth and headed into the guest
bedroom.  To my surprise Charlotte was sitting on the bed.  She was still
wearing the tights and knickers but had changed into a Minnie Mouse pyjama
top.

   "I forgot one thing for me." She said.

   I had already shed my jeans and I was standing in boxers and a t-shirt.

   "Well, you're dressed appropriately." Charlotte said.  "It's probably
easiest if you come over me knee."

   I followed her instructions and arranged myself across her knee as she
sat on the edge of the bed.  I was painfully aware that my cock had sprung
into life at the direct contact with Charlotte and was poking into her leg.
She physically manhandled me into a more comfortable position; for a skinny
chick she was surprisingly strong.  I felt her hands tuck into the
waistband of my boxer shorts and with a firm tug Charlotte pulled them down
baring my ass.  I could feel the cool air across my cheeks, my cock had
gone from mildly excited to rock hard.

   "Now, you've been looking at me all night, so I get a little treat for
myself." Said Charlotte.

   Without further preparation she rained a series of hard spanks down onto
my ass.  Charlotte was not in holding back and my cheeks felt the sting of
her blows.

   "Now that's a pretty glow." Said Charlotte.  "Seems you like it too!"
She said as she wiggled her legs rubbing against my erection.  "Just a
couple more and we're done." She followed up with a final series of even
harder, well-directed smacks leaving my cheeks throbbing.  "That will give
you something extra to think about when you're rubbing that cock of yours
before you go to sleep.  Now I want you to give yourself a nice wank and
I'll see you in the morning." Charlotte gave my bright bed bottom a tender
stroke.  "Such a nice bottom." She said to herself and pulled up my boxer
shorts.

   I stood up rather gingerly with my cock obscenely protruding against the
fabric of my underwear.  Charlotte leaned forward and gave me a tight hug
pressing her groin against my stiff cock.  She ran her hands through my
hair as she held me tightly.

   "You're the best." She said as she made for her bedroom.  "I knew you
were the right person."

   Once again, I was lying in Charlotte's guest bedroom with a raging
hard-on.  Tomorrow would see the next stage, I would have to face Paul
having just been spanked by his wife, but for now I drifted to sleep with
the image of Charlotte's perfect ass in my head.



   Are You Staring at My Ass?  Ch.  03

   Laying in Charlotte's spare room, I could feel a mild and enjoyable
stinging on my buttocks following the spanking I had received.  I felt
awkward that I had let Charlotte continue to call the tune of our
increasingly strange relationship.  My rigid cock indicated that while my
head was still getting around our relationship, my body was in favour.  As
I slowly wanked my cock, wanting to prolong the tease that Charlotte had
initiated.  That said I was just on the verge of blowing a load all over
Charlotte's guest bedding when I heard Charlotte's husband Paul entering
the flat after his night out.  The loud stumbling indicated that he'd had
several beers.  Paul's entry and the thought that the morning fun would be
curtailed, had a softening impact on my cock and I slowly drifted off to
sleep.

   The next morning, I awoke late, feeling the benefits of a good sleep.  A
head appeared round the door.

   "Hello sleepyhead!  I thought you were never going to wake up."
Charlotte said with a big smile on her face.  "Paul says he's a bit
hungover, so I think I need to get him some carbs as soon as possible. 
I've got some orange juice in the kitchen in the meantime."

   It was difficult to resist a smiling, happy Charlotte so I scrambled out
of bed.  Rather than leave me to it Charlotte had entered the room and
watched me as I stood up and gathered the clothes I had carelessly slung on
the floor the night before.  The lack of relief last night had resulted in
me developing something of a semi-hard on which was pressing against the
front of my boxer shorts.  I felt rather exposed as I realised that
Charlotte was standing on my trousers while I was standing in front of her
wearing only a pair of tight underwear.

   Charlotte herself was still wearing her nightclothes.  On top she had a
tight Minnie Mouse t-shirt that exposed a sliver of stomach.  From the two
nubs sticking out the front it was clear she was still braless.  The only
other item she was wearing so far as I could see was a small pair of loose
shorts.  The outfit was not in theory indecent; nothing was showing, but it
was sexy as hell and I doubt she would have worn it in front of a normal
houseguest.

   "Charlotte, you are standing on my trousers."

   "Silly me." Said Charlotte, making no move to either move to one side or
pass them across to me.  "I'm not stopping you getting them."

   Feeling slightly ridiculous I sighed and moved across the bedroom.

   "You might get a better view if get down on your hands and knees to pick
them up."

   I didn't quite follow the logic, but I complied.  Feeling even more
ridiculous than ever I crawled across to Charlotte on my hands and knees
until I was at her feet taking in the sight of her elegant feet and legs.
Charlotte moved her foot off the trousers.

   "Do you like my sleep shorts?" She asked, coquettishly turning away from
me.

   I found myself staring at the back of Charlotte's shapely calves.  I
allowed my eyes to move upwards.  The loose fabric and my angle from low
down meant that I could just see the curved underside of her ass cheeks. 
It was a further tease that revealed more of herself than I seen before. 
Enough to once again make my cock painfully rigid but nowhere near enough
to satisfy my growing obsession with Charlotte's ass.  The two slivers of
flesh that I could see were a glimpse of beauty.  Her flesh was pale, the
curve of her rounded buttocks were an erotic vision.

   "I do believe you are definitely staring at my ass." Charlotte dissolved
into a fit of giggles.

   The sight of me on my hands and knees with a hard on trying to poke a
hole in my boxer shorts was pretty funny, I guess.

   "Come and get a drink." Charlotte finally broke the spell and made for
the bedroom door.  "I've made a cafetiÃ"re especially for my guest.  You
have to be special to get that sort of treatment."

   A few minutes later I tentatively made my way into the kitchen.  Paul
was standing looking a bit worse for wear smoking a roll-up and drinking a
coffee.  Apart from the occasional spliff with Charlotte I wasn't really a
smoker, but I quite liked the fact that Paul hadn't quite been able to kick
the habit.  He was a successful lawyer who'd married the girl who in my
opinion had the best ass I'd ever seen.  It made him a bit more human that
he'd never been able to quit the fags.  Paul had clearly rolled out of bed;
he was wearing just boxers and a t-shirt.  Charlotte was still clad in her
bed clothes, the shorts still moulding into her ass.

   "Hey mate!" Paul said.  "Good to see you Mark-O." So far, this story has
really been all about Charlotte and less about me, but that is my name,
Mark Jones.  Pretty average and nondescript.  Paul called me Mark-O.  From
anyone else I might have found it annoying but he meant it affectionately.

   "Rough night?  I enquired.

   "Thought I'd be only out for a couple but then, events..."

   "I didn't hear you come in." I lied.  "Must have been a late one.  I
hope you don't mind me kipping over?"

   "Nah mate.  Feels like I haven't seen you in ages.  Good to see you
again, I've missed you the last few times you've been round.  Seems like
I'm continuously bloody working away."

   While you've been working away, I've been staring at your Wife's ass.  I
thought to myself.

   "No one said being a top-class lawyer was going to be easy." I tried to
make a joke, still not totally sure of my place in a small kitchen where I
was wearing the most clothes.

   Paul smiled ruefully.  "Amen to that!" He said.  "Could do without
having a hangover, got loads to do today and having a sore head just makes
me want to eat and touch my wife." Paul ambled over to Charlotte who was
standing in the corner sipping over a coffee mug.  He put his arm round
Charlotte pulling her into his body, then to my surprise inserted his hand
down the back of her shorts.  He had a good rummage, giving her ass a good
squeeze.  "Mm, no knickers." He said.  "This is why I can't get anything
done with a hangover."

   Charlotte didn't flinch or bat his hand away.  I expected her to say
something like, "Paul we have guests!" or "Save it for later!" but she
continued to sip her coffee while her husband was feeling her up.

   "I never wear knickers in bed.  It's unhygienic" Charlotte said.  "I
like to have some air down below and let things breathe.  If you want to go
to the normal place for brunch, we'd better get a shimmy on, its 10am
already and you know how you can never get a table past 11." Charlotte
looked down at Paul's boxers which had visibly tented since his hand had
been rubbing her cheeks.  "it's going to take a while to stuff that into a
pair of trousers." She said staring pointedly at Paul's cock, which then
made me stare at it as well, which was uncomfortable.  "I'm getting in the
shower."

   Paul and I sat through in the lounge finishing our coffee with the sound
of the shower running in the background.  We watched the sports news
channel and chatted amiably about football and rugby.  To be honest I
couldn't really have given a toss about sport, my mind was more on the
thought of Charlotte having a shower, but I was pleased that things seemed
to be roughly normal.

   Eventually the shower stopped, and Charlotte appeared at the lounge
door, wrapped relatively demurely in a towel.

   "You can jump in if you like Mark.  I left a towel in for you." She said
heading for the bedroom.

   I took myself into the bathroom and disrobed.  As I was standing naked,
I noticed a laundry basket in the corner of the room.  Pretending to myself
that I was being merely curious I gingerly opened the lid.  Lying on top of
a pile of clothes were the tights that Charlotte had been wearing the night
before.  Further examination revealed a real prize tucked below the tights,
the black lacy knickers that Charlotte had also been wearing and let me
spend hours looking at.  Now, as I carefully extracted the knickers trying
not to disturb the remaining contents of the basket, I realised I was
stepping over the boundaries of what might be considered acceptable
behaviour as a houseguest.  That said, my head was reeling from the events
of the previous night so as a I held Charlotte's worn knickers in my hand,
I told myself that surely normal rules didn't apply.

   Examining the crotch, I could see that Charlotte had at some point in
the day, leaked a considerable amount of fluid as there was a clear stain
where her cunt had rubbed against the fabric.  I had already crossed the
line of acceptability so "In for a penny," I thought, and I pressed the
knickers against my nose and inhaled deeply.  I breathed in a sweet musky
aroma.  There I was standing naked in my friend's bathroom, smelling her
dirty knickers while slowly wanking my hard cock.  Not a position I thought
I would ever be in.

   I was conscious that time was passing, and I didn't want Charlotte or
Paul to start wondering why I was taking so long in the shower.  I turned
the shower on giving it some time to warm up but after not having any
release for several hours my cock was throbbing almost painfully.  I picked
up Charlotte's knickers once more and wrapped them around my cock as a
rubbed myself to a conclusion trying to me careful not to leave any
noticeable stains.  It didn't take long for me to shoot several powerful
jets of ejaculate across the bath where I was aiming and splatter against
the tiled wall.  It was the most aggressive climax I had experienced in
several years.  I took one final sniff and before I could get aroused all
over again returned the knickers as close to the position I found them as I
could manage.  I quickly showered and dressed and left the bathroom to see
if Charlotte and Paul were ready.

   Neither of the pair where in the kitchen or lounge so I figured they
must be in the bedroom.  I wondered towards the kitchen at a bit of a loose
end and glanced towards their bedroom where the door was half open.  I had
never been in Charlotte's bedroom, from where I was standing by the kitchen
door you could only have seen into a small part of the bedroom even if the
door was fully open.  As it was slightly ajar, I could see a thin strip of
carpet about half a metre wide.  What I realised though was that leaning
against the wall was a full-length mirror which was just in my view.  While
I could only see a small portion of the room through the door itself, the
angle of my vision against the mirror gave me a much fuller view than I
might have expected.  What I saw nearly made my eyes burst.

   Charlotte was fully dressed and looked ready to go.  Paul, in his
hungover state had failed to make much progress and was standing in only
his boxer shorts with what appeared to be a substantial erection visible
beneath the fabric.  I overheard some muffled talking like they were
clearly conscious of the rather thin walls until I overheard Charlotte
clearly saying, "We are going to be late if you don't get your ass in
gear."

   "I'd like to get your ass in gear." Paul replied, failing to keep his
voice down.  "In the gear of my cock!".

   "OK, what you just said makes absolutely no sense." Charlotte replied
sounding exasperated but not annoyed

   "Made you smile though." Said Paul.  "You'd like your ass to be in cock
gear.  You'll find its just next to reverse."

   "Still making no sense." But Charlotte was laughing now.  "Will you get
the fuck ready?  I think Mark is out the shower now, you can go in."

   "I'm not going to bother with a shower.  I think we should re-purpose
that time and instead use it for you to suck my cock, which as you can see
having watched my wife get changed, is painfully hard.  No wife should send
her husband out in the street with such a lethal weapon.  I might take
someone's eye out or corrupt a passing Nun."

   "You wanted to stuff your cock up my ass a second ago and now you want
to stuff it in my mouth?"

   "No time for the ass-gear I'm afraid if we want to have brunch.  And we
have a guest, we wouldn't want anyone to overhear."

   "I know that's not true and its definitely not what this little man is
saying."

   I could just make out Charlotte's hand rubbing Paul's cock.  There was
some more muffled talking that I couldn't make out, they had both lowered
their voices again and some shuffling around.  They both briefly went out
of view of the area of the bedroom that I was able to observe until Paul
emerged back into view, completely naked, sporting an angry erection.  I
kept watching, even though I wasn't particularly keen on staring at Paul's
cock.  Charlotte then came into view, quickly knelt and enveloped Paul's
erection into her mouth.  From my angle I could see the shaft entering and
leaving her mouth in a steady rhythm.

   Charlotte obviously wasn't there to hang around as she worked his shaft
with increasing speed.  While her mouth focused on the head, one hand
worked Paul's balls while the other disappeared between his legs and seemed
to be working his asshole.  I had seen some hints of Charlotte's sexuality
the night before, but seeing my friend work a cock for the first time was
insanely sexy and my own cock swelled.  Paul was doing well to last; I
think I would have popped in a few seconds.  After a few minutes of furious
cock worship, I could see Paul's legs starting to tense up.

   "Fucking hell, get ready!" He grimaced.  I think in his mind he was
still speaking quietly but I would have heard that anywhere in the flat,
even if I hadn't been playing the voyeur.  Charlotte was fully aware of the
volume and her eyes widened in alarm.  She briefly released Paul's cock
with a loud pop.

   "Ssshhhhh!  Shiiit!"

   Charlotte's expletive happened during an unfortunate chain of events. 
Unfortunate at least for Charlotte.  Paul, as he neared the later stages of
the pleasurable blow job had warned Charlotte of his impending release a
little loudly.  Charlotte aware of this had told him to shush.  The act of
releasing his cock, coupled with the interesting vibration that the
shushing sound had applied to its head had produced a volcanic eruption.  I
imagine that Charlotte had planned to neatly swallow Paul's spunk before
continuing with her day.  Considering the volume, I doubted whether this
would have been possible.  It was a moot point in any case as rather than
directing his load into Charlotte's mouth the spunk had gone everywhere.  I
could see a viscous line running down the side of her face.  A further
thick streak had landed in her freshly brushed and dried hair.  The
majority had ricocheted off her chin and spread itself over her elegant
black top that she had just on.

   "Fucking hell!" Whispered Paul trying to sound concerned but actually
sounding rather pleased with himself.  "It's fucking spunkageddon!"

   Charlotte looked a bit stunned.  She looked a combination of demure,
filthy and sexy I thought.

   "Quite." She said.  "I think spunkaggedon is an appropriate word.  Did
you enjoy that?"

   "That was the best blow job you've ever given me."

   "It was certainly the most spunk anyone has deposited on my face, hair
and tits."

   "It's not really on your tits to be fair, its on your top." Paul
probably regretted saying that.

   "OK I'm going to have to wipe all your spunk off me." Charlotte dipped
her finger into the trail that was slowly running down her cheek and popped
her finger in her mouth.  "I didn't even get to eat much.  Seems like a
waste."

   "You can always lick it up?"

   "Doesn't taste as nice once its out.  And frankly I haven't got all day.
Right, for Christ's sake put some fucking clothes on." Charlotte was seeing
the funny side, which was very decent of her I thought.  "Actually, before
you do, get your arse over the bed." Paul disappeared from view at this
point.  A few seconds later I heard six hard slaps of something hitting
bare flesh.  It didn't sound like a hand thought.  I then saw Charlotte
walking past the mirror holding a plastic 30cm ruler in her hand.

   "I bet that stung." I thought.

   "Christ, that stung." Said Paul.

   "Well you deserved it!" Said Charlotte "You spunked all over me and now
I'm going to be distracted all through brunch feeling horny.  As soon as we
get home I'm going to sit on your face and your going to get me off."

   "Can I spunk all over you again?"

   "Paul, I'm your wife, think of me as your spunk canvas at any time,
apart from when we have guests.  I'm going to have to change this top and
iron a new one.  If we can't get a table, I'm going to get the ruler out
when we get home"

   "You know what I think about that." I heard Paul reply.

   There was more shuffling, and I hastily retreated to the lounge
reasoning I'd pushed my luck about as far as I dared.  Shortly Charlotte
came into the lounge carrying an iron and ironing board.

   "Slight delay." She said.  "I didn't realise the top I put was, mmm,
marked.  I'm just going to iron this top while Paul finally gets his ass
into gear."

   "No worries.  I..." I halted mid reply.  Charlotte was in the process of
ironing a new top.  More pertinently she was ironing the top wearing a
tight pair of jeans with only a black lacy, mostly transparent bra on top.
As she moved the iron back and forwards her small put pert tits jiggled
appealingly.  Through the mesh of the fabric I could clearly see a pair of
chestnut brown nipples that were pointing to attention.

   "Nice bra!" I said, remembering that Charlotte liked encouragement every
time she ventured a little further in her exposures.  She had always been a
bit self-conscious about the size of her boobs.  I personally felt this was
ridiculous as they fitted onto her frame nicely and she more than made up
for any deficiencies in many other ways.  "You want what you haven't got."
She used to say.

   "Thanks." Said Charlotte.  "It is a nice bra, but what about my tits? 
They are practically on display here."

   "Even nicer tits." I quickly replied.  If I'd have taken a picture of,
she could have passed as a model.

   Paul entered the room.

   "Nice tits Char!" He said coming up behind her and feeling her up while
nuzzling her shoulders.  "you should just go out like this and not worry
about a top."

   "Then everyone would see your wife's tits." Charlotte replied.

   "You're happy enough with Mark seeing them."

   "Mark's different.  And he's only seeing them because a certain someone
managed to mark the top I was wearing just before we were about to leave
the house.  I really don't see the point in false modesty."

   "Well I'm just paying you a compliment is all." I could see Paul's
fingers close about those delicious chestnut brown nipples and apply a
gentle tweak.  Charlotte gasped slightly.  Paul removed his hands leaving
Charlotte's nipples now standing completely erect.

   "I love compliments from my husband and my friends so thank you both for
admiring my tits." Charlotte was finally satisfied with the job she had
done ironing her second top of the day and tugged it over her head.  "But
we really must get going or I am going to scream with hunger."

   Finally, we left the flat.  Paul and I were either side of Charlotte as
we strolled through the morning sunshine as we walked arm in arm down the
street.

   "Look at me with my strong boys protecting me." Said Charlotte with an
ironic smile.  "I'm sure I'm the luckiest girl in town."

   "Damn straight you cheeky bitch!" Paul replied and removing his arm gave
her a rear a smart slap.  "Lucky we are outside, or I might have to show
you exactly how lucky you are."

   The back and forth continued all the way to the cafÃ(C) where we sat
down for brunch.  There was a small table left and we squeezed in. 
Normally I would have felt uncomfortable being close to the level of
intimacy between Paul and Charlotte, but it felt OK.  I didn't feel like a
third wheel.  We were sitting closely due to the small table and Charlotte
who was sitting in the middle had her legs pressed against mine and Paul's.
The feel of her warm leg against mine felt nice and despite having wanked
off in Charlotte's bathroom just a few hours ago I was already feeling
aroused again.  Eventually we finished brunch and I reluctantly left Paul
and Charlotte envious of the fact that they were clearly about to go home
and fuck.  Paul had said that he was working away again in a couple of
weeks and that I should make sure that I hung out with Charlotte and kept
her company.

   It had been quite a morning, the more I thought about what I'd seen and
heard the more confused I got.  Charlotte and Paul were very comfortable
being sexual around me, which was new.  Paul had openly felt up his wife
with me looking on.  Charlotte had walked round in varying states of
undress as though it were a normal thing to do.  And I didn't know how much
they thought I had overheard of their bedroom activities and associated
accident.  I was pretty sure they didn't know how much I'd seen.  Many
questions, few answers, but the game was definitely afoot.  Paul had
actively invited me to visit Charlotte in his absence and I wasn't going to
pass that opportunity up for anything.



   Are You Staring at My Ass?  Ch.  04

   I had radio silence from Charlotte for the next week.  This followed the
same pattern as the last time I had spent time in her flat so this time I
was more relaxed and happier to let events unfold.  Eventually I got a
WhatsApp asking me if I fancied meeting up the following Saturday. 
Charlotte suggested meeting up for lunch and then casually slipped in at
the end that I could always stay over if I liked?  Which of course I did.
The other times I had stayed at Charlotte's had been after work so I was
curious to see how the dynamic would work out spending a day together.  As
he had told me previously Paul was once again working away, this time in
the US and so wouldn't be back until late on Sunday.

   I had arranged to meet Charlotte in the Rough Trade record shop in a
bohemian, gentrified part of East London.  I liked to stay in touch with
new music and Charlotte was keen too, it was one of the things that had
brought us together as friends when we first met.  It was a big shop and
had a nice ambience on a sunny day.  I was already having a coffee in the
little cafÃ(C) at the front of the shop when I saw Charlotte arrive.  She
was, as always looking effortlessly chic, dressed in a tight pair of casual
jeans with a simple t-shirt and tracksuit top.  Her hair fell loose across
her shoulders.  She smiled as she saw me and walked over.  I stood up and
she gave me a tight hug, which felt a step above a normal friend greeting.
I could see that despite looking casual she had put a lot of effort into
her make-up.  Mine were not the only pair of eyes following her as she
entered the shop.

   "How have you been?" I asked.

   "Busy with work.  I've got a new boss.  She's one of those irritating
people who's a high achiever at a young age.  I think she's barely 40 and
she's already in charge of the Europe regional office.  She's busting
everyone's balls.  It's not helping that the men in the office are hanging
on her every word and following her round the office with their cocks
standing to attention."

   "Is she hot."

   "Very.  Even I wouldn't mind seeing what's underneath her business
suits. I'm pretty sure she's enjoying all the male attention although I'm
sure she wouldn't admit it.  Her skirts seem calculated to be the exact
length that gives men the thought that they have a shot at getting a look
at her pants whenever she stands up or sits down.  And I'm sure she's
positioned the desk in her office so the light makes her shirts more
transparent I was talking to her yesterday and spent the whole time looking
at her bra.  Christ knows what I'd have been doing if I was a man."

   "That doesn't sound very sisterly."

   Charlotte chuckled.  "You're right.  Just a bit jealous I guess.  She's
very successful and attractive, just not very likeable."

   "Maybe she feels she has to be that way.  Maybe she's a bit intimidated
by you.  You should try to be friends with her."

   Charlotte looked at me and smiled.  "That's surprisingly thoughtful
advice for a man.  Women should stick together.  I don't want to be one of
those women who don't get on with other women.  Anyway." She continued. 
"Enough about work, I'm really looking forward to hanging out with you
today."

   "Me too." I said.  The truth was the days had been crawling by while I
waited for the weekend.

   "So!" Charlotte said.  "I'm going to scooch round so we can get a few
things out of the way before I get a coffee." The tables were small,
Charlotte moved across to sit right up against me.  Both of us had our
backs to the wall as we faced outwards to the cafÃ(C) counter.  "Do you
like my jeans?" She enquired.  "I tried to pick out a pair that would give
you something to look at."

   "I hadn't really noticed yet." I replied.  "I was just pleased to see
you.  I'm not checking you out all the time."

   "Disappointing." Charlotte replied.  "But it's OK.  We've got all day.
Few other things I should fill you in on.  I'm wearing some plain white bra
and knickers.  Nothing fancy would really go with the jeans.  Look down
now." Charlotte pulled out the waistband of her jeans.  They were tight but
there was a big enough gap for me to see the white knickers she had been
describing.  I had the feeling that the chap sitting at the table next to
us may have got a flash as well.  It had been a while since he turned the
page of his magazine.

   "Nice!" I said rather lamely.

   "Well I just wanted to make sure you knew what you were dealing with
today." Charlotte replied.  "You want anything?"

   "Another coffee would be nice." I watched as Charlotte walked towards
the counter and placed her order.  The tight jeans moulded perfectly around
the contours of her ass.  I gazed intently as I imagined what she would
look like standing there in only her cute, white underwear.  Magazine Guy
next to me seemed to be going through the same thought process.  My phoned
pinged.  It was a message from Paul.

   "Hi mate, hope you are having a nice time.  Wondered if you could ping
me any photos, I'm a bit bored here in the States."

   At that exact moment in time Charlotte was bending forwards over the
counter while the handsome foreign barista was explaining something to her.
Couldn't blame him for having a shot.  I quickly took a picture,
Charlotte's ass photographed as well as it looked.

   "Here you go mate, have a good trip back." I typed and pressed send.  I
assumed that we were not messing around with headshots, but my heart jumped
a little as I pressed send.  Paul replied instantly with a thumbs up. 
Charlotte returned carrying two coffees and a muffin.  As she bent down to
place the coffees on the table the neck of her t-shirt dropped down to give
an unbroken look down to her two perky boobs encased in the white bra. 
Magazine Guy had given up any pretence of reading as I'm sure he got the
same view.

   "You just gave the guy next to us a smashing look at your tits you
know."

   Charlotte blushed heavily.  "How is that possible?  This T-shirt is not
exactly low cut."

   "That's the thing with that sort of T-shirt." I replied.  "Men know
that, on the face of it they give you nothing.  But if you get the angle
just right you don't get any cleavage but you can suddenly get a glimpse
all he way down.  "That's what my buddy to the left and I just got."

   "Well you can look at my tits, but I'm not sure I want to give a show to
some random hipster."

   "I wouldn't worry about it.  You made his day.  It's only a boobflash
after all."

   Charlotte tried to look pissed and then gave up and laughed.  "Let's
finish these up and have a scout round.  Hipster-Boob-Guy will just have to
ogle his girlfriend."

   "She might be too woke for that sort of thing."

   "Not my problem, my tits are not for general consumption."

   We spent an amiable 30 minutes looking around the store listening to
songs on the listening posts.  We then headed for lunch at Mexican
restaurant around the corner.  We managed to quickly polish off a bottle of
wine so Charlotte suggested we can any more shopping and find a pub. 
Charlotte went to the bar and returned with another bottle of wine.  I
decided that this was a good sign that she had some definite plans for the
evening and was getting herself in the right frame of mind to carry them
out.  I was in the right frame of mind all the time and much as I was
enjoying the wine, I needed to keep my head clear.

   By about 5pm we had gradually drained the bottle of wine, talking about
everything and nothing.  I had always got on well with Charlotte, but I
never felt this comfortable with her before.  The pub had got progressively
busier as people started their Saturday night.

   "I'm feeling nicely relaxed but if I have any more booze now, I'll be
asleep by 8 o'clock." Charlotte announced as she stretched.  Her chest
strained appealingly through her t-shirt.  "Fancy heading back to mine in a
bit."

   "Sure, that was a nice afternoon." I said.

   "It was." Said Charlotte.  "I had a nice time."

   We decided to not bother with public transport and jumped in a cab back
to Charlotte's flat.  A bit decadent but I think we were both eager to move
onto the next stage of the evening.  Charlotte ascended the stairs up to
her flat and I watched her shapely ass sway from side to side.

   "How did these jeans work out for you?" Charlotte asked.

   "They look pretty good from this angle." I said.

   "Flattery will get you everywhere." Said Charlotte as she unlocked her
flat and I followed her in.  "I've got wine or beer and a bit of weed
left." She said.  "I think I'll go with a glass of wine for now.  I don't
think I'm going to be hungry for a while though."

   "I'll go with wine too" I said.

   "There's a bottle in the fridge." Said Charlotte.  "Why don't you sort
that out?  I'm going to change out of these jeans to get a bit more
comfortable.  They are a bit tight."

   Did this mean Charlotte was going to emerge from the bedroom sans jeans?
That would be very comfortable.  Or was she going to throw a pair of
tracksuit bottoms on to lounge about in?  The anticipation was killing me.
I don't think I could have coped with my expectations being dashed.  As I
was pouring the wine, I heard Charlotte enter the kitchen.

   "Lovely." She said as I passed her a glass.  Charlotte had not decided
to appear in only her knickers but had instead put on a tight pair of black
leggings.  Ordinarily these were the sort of leggings that you might put on
to clean the house and generally lounge around.  They were not designed to
be sexy.  It would not have escaped Charlotte's notice that the leggings
clung to her like a second skin.  I had sometimes seen women in the street
wearing this sort of leggings and wondered whether they realised how
revealing they are.  I guess some women are oblivious and some are more
calculating.  At this point in time Charlotte was being calculating.

   "Nice leggings." I said rather lamely

   "Now." Said Charlotte.  "These are not particularly nice leggings, but
they do have a feature I thought you might enjoy.  They don't leave a lot
to the imagination which I thought you might enjoy." Charlotte walked past
me and leant on the kitchen worktop poking her derriere towards me.

   "What so you think?  She asked.

   Less than a metre in front of me, the thin fabric of Charlotte's
leggings strained against the taught flesh of her cheeks.  I could see the
white knickers she had told me about earlier clearly outlined.

   "Can I be honest?" I enquired.

   "You should always be honest." Replied Charlotte peering over her
shoulder.  "This outfit not working for you?"

   "The leggings display your ass perfectly." I began.  "I've been looking
at your ass solidly all day and I've not got bored once.  You really do
have the best ass I think I have ever seen.  I don't normally go for skinny
girls, but you have not got a skinny girl's ass.  My only question is
whether the knickers work with the outfit.  Maybe something a bit flimsier
would have been more appropriate?"

   "Is that so?" Charlotte seemed amused by my comment.  I had reckoned she
would have appreciated something a bit more challenging than just telling
her how amazing I thought she was, which she already knew.  I think I got
it right.  "Well, you keep staring at my ass, but for all my prancing about
sticking it in your face, what have you actually seen?  Maybe you're not
thinking big enough.  Here I am bent over sticking my ass in your face and
your worried about whether I'm wearing the right pants?  Seriously?"

   I took a long draft of my wine feeling the bite of the alcohol as it
slid down my throat.  The weeks of tease had led to this moment and for the
first time I felt the next move was mine.  The right action now could open
the floodgates, but if I got it wrong, I could deflate the tension that
Charlotte had created.

   "Fortune favours the bold, someone once said." I thought and took
another big sip.  I approached Charlotte and gently applied pressure on her
lower back, easing her torso onto the counter and leaving her ass at an
angle slightly higher than her body.  I knelt behind her, my face inches
from her two cheeks.  "Shit or bust." I slowly leaned in and buried my face
in Charlotte's ass inhaling deeply.  The softness of the fabric and feeling
of contact pushed tremors through my body.  I could smell the same musky
odour of arousal I had smelt before but this time it was stronger, and I
could almost taste it.  I put my arms around Charlotte's waist and pulled
her hard towards me.  The pressure on my face was almost painful but the
pleasure of the sensation made me push harder.

   "Now that's what I was waiting for." Charlotte sighed and pushed herself
into me.  After what must have been roughly a minute that felt like an
eternity, I released my grip around Charlotte's waist.  I felt on
autopilot; like I was barely in control of my actions as I gripped the
waistband of Charlotte's leggings.  "Fingertips are burning can I touch you
there?" The first line of a My Bloody Valentine song that was one of
Charlotte's favourites ran through my head as my fingers penetrated below
the elasticated waistband and touched bare skin.  The skin on skin contact
felt like my fingertips were literally burning.  With my hands gripping
fabric I slowly but firmly inched Charlotte's knickers and leggings
downwards.  I met with no resistance; Charlotte even pushed her legs
together to make the job easier.  Slowly but surely, the object of my
long-held fantasy came into view.  I pulled the clothes down to her ankles
and helped Charlotte step out of them.  My friend, who I had long desired,
but never felt anything would happen with was now standing in front of me,
naked from the waist down.

   Still kneeling, I retreated slightly and took in the view.  Charlotte's
naked rear was pointing expectantly into my face.  Her ass looked as
magnificent nude as I could possibly have imagined.  Her pale skin was
flawless and between her legs I could see the lips of her cunt peeking
through.

   "You have a beautiful body." I said.

   "Thank you." Said Charlotte.  "I want you to see it."

   Once again, I buried my face deep into her ass.  The smell of arousal
was even stronger now.  My nose split her cheeks as I inhaled deeply.  The
coolness of her skin soothed the burning heat of my face.  I reached out my
tongue and licked from the top of her ass downwards her cunt.  Charlotte
shuddered as my tongue connected with her asshole on the way down.

   "That's very nice." Said Charlotte.  "But I thought you wanted to see my
ass.  You're just looking at my cheeks."

   I withdrew my face and gripping her ass firmly pulled her cheeks apart
exposing her crinkled asshole.

   "Look at me bent over in my own kitchen while my friend looks at my
asshole!  Ahhh." As Charlotte was speaking, I began thoroughly rimming her
ass, a sensation she seemed to enjoy.

   "Yes, do that." Gasped Charlotte.  "Keep doing that." I enthusiastically
continued the rimming, burying my tongue as deep into her hole as it would
go.  I reached my fingers between her legs and felt a mixture of my own
saliva dripping down from her asshole, combined with an abundance of
moisture she had produced herself.  Her cunt was wet with arousal.  I
combined licking her asshole with tracing a finger between her labia. 
Charlotte pressed her body hard against me.  Eventually my fingers locked
into her clitoris and I gently teased the hard nub back and forwards.  The
pressure from Charlotte's groin told me that this was probably not the time
for gentle teasing.  I continued forcing my tongue in and out of her
asshole while rubbing her clit with ever increasing speed.  I could feel
Charlotte's body responding.  After barely a minute or so I could feel the
tension building to a climax.  I rubbed her clit harder and faster, while
my tongue dug ever deeper into her ass.  Charlotte pressed still harder
against my body as her hips started to buckle.  I held Charlotte in a tight
grip, not allowing her body to escape in any way from the intense
stimulation.

   "Keep fucking going!" Charlotte gasped as the convulsions ripping
through her body culminated in an intense all-consuming climax.  "Fuck,
fuck, fuck." Charlotte muttered under her breath as she slumped onto the
counter.

   I finally removed my face from her ass.  My tongue was almost numb, and
I was sweating from my intense exertions.  My fingers were slick with
Charlotte's juices.  I was out of breath; we were both silent as we
recovered from the intensity of Charlotte's climax.  Eventually Charlotte
regained her composure and raised her body into a standing position.  She
turned to face me and gave me a big hug.

   "I enjoyed that." She said.  "I'm glad you're good at this.  It would
have been a bit of a shame after all this time if you didn't know what you
are doing." I was relieved I hadn't let Charlotte down.

   "Christ.  Where's my wine?" Charlotte asked.  I passed across her glass;
she took a long gulp.  "I think I made you a bit messy!" She said.  "I seem
to be all over your face and your hands." She took my hand and guided my
fingers to her mouth where she licked my hand clean.  "I taste like I was
very excited." She said.  "Some more wine, I think.  Then I need to sit
down for a minute."

   I topped up Charlotte's wine and followed her into the lounge.  She had
made no move to put any clothes on her lower half and I watched her ass
move rhythmically as she stepped ahead of me.  She positioned herself at
the end of her sofa.  I took a seat at the other end facing her.  Charlotte
sat hugging her knees to her chest.  Following her legs down from her knees
her lips were still glistening with moisture and neatly spread.  I could
see that she was completely shaved.

   "I like sitting around with no clothes on." Charlotte said.  "It feels
naughty.  Especially when there is only one person naked."

   "You still have some clothes on." I said.

   "You can see all the good stuff."

   "It's all good from where I'm sitting."

   "You want to see my little boobies?"

   "Charlotte." I said.  "Your tits are amazing, they fit just right on
your body.  It wouldn't work as well if you had a big chest coupled with
that ass.  You're perfect.  You could be a model."

   Charlotte suddenly pulled her top off, leaving her sitting in only her
bra.  She quickly reached round and released the clasp, tossing it to the
floor.  Finally, she was sitting opposite me totally naked.

   "What sort of model do you think I could be?" Charlotte asked.

   "Well." I said.  I'm not an expert but your tall and skinny.  I could
see you modelling some sort of fashion."

   "That's very kind." Charlotte laughed.  "But I don't think I'm quite a
fashion model.  I bet if I modelled all nudey you'd like to see it though."

   "I prefer seeing it in the flesh."

   "Well you've certainly got that.  You know, when I was at university, I
had a boyfriend who was artistic.  Now I realise he was a bit of a dick but
back then all the photography and deep talk seemed quite impressive.  He
was always on at me to pose naked for him."

   "And did you?"

   "No, I wasn't keen on where the pictures might end up.  It's not that
I'm shy.  I quite like the idea of lots of people seeing my pussy but its
more complicated than that I didn't any difficult questions further down
the line.  Plus, I probably always knew deep down he was a dick and not
that good.  If someone was going to take pictures of me, I wanted them at
least to be good."

   Charlotte leant back in her seat and spread her legs wide.  "So, here's
the porno view." She said.  I let my eyes trail down her long legs, down to
her sticky lips where I could see her inner lips slightly pushing to reveal
themselves.  As Charlotte leaned back further, I could see her asshole,
slightly red still from the aggressive rimming it had recently received.

   "You know something?" I said.  "Your pussy looks just like I thought it
would." Charlotte found this comment very amusing.

   "How on earth could you possibly know what my cunt looks like without
seeing it?  That's ridiculous."

   "I have a theory that a girls pussy mirrors her personality"

   "Or possibly a girls personality mirrors her pussy?" Charlotte
interjected.

   "Ok smart ass maybe.  But you.  You are straightforward on the surface,
but I always thought that underneath you were a bit dirty.  In a good way
of course." I hastily added.

   "And this is reflected in my pussy how?"

   "Well you see." I began and crawled forward to put my face right up to
her cunt.  "Your outer lips are neat and pretty much conceal your inner
lips.  But your clit just pokes through.  It's the dirty side of your
personality trying to get out."

   "I think that's total bollocks." Said Charlotte although she was
smiling. "But its funny.  I should arrange a line-up of all the girls you
know so you can predict what their cunts look like.  I'm sure they won't
mind showing you."

   I wasn't sure if Charlotte was ready for another round of me licking
her. I sure was.  I raised my head in line with her tits and gently clamped
my mouth on one a nipple and sucked gently.

   "That's nice." Charlotte sighed.  "You can do that a bit harder though.
I'm not fragile." I sucked harder while reaching out and tweaking her other
nipple before swapping over.

   "I like your little boobs." I said.  "They're perfect on you."

   "That's good." Said Charlotte.  "I think I'm ready for a but more of the
proper stuff though." She stood up from the chair and pushed me into her
place.  "This might take a bit of manoeuvring." She said, as she straddled
my lap on her knees facing away from me.  "I'll need you to take my legs."
She said as she leaned forward and grabbed my ankles while I held her
thighs.  "Now you can pull me up and lick the shit out of my cunt and ass."
Charlotte said.  "I'm nicely warmed up now so no need to be gentle or shy."

   So, I pulled Charlotte's body upwards and was presented with a graphic
reverse view of her cunt and ass.  "

   "No secrets between us now." I said.

   "I thought you were going to stick your tongue in my ass." Charlotte
said a touch impatiently.  "I'm waiting and nothing has happened."

   Stung a little by her words I went to town on her clit, licking
rhythmically but with a firmer touch than when we had been in the kitchen.
My face was soon coated with Charlotte's sticky emissions which I used to
coat my fingers and insert two into her cunt, teasing for the g-spot.  As I
gradually increased the pace, I could feel Charlotte's body rapidly
responding.  A rumble seemed to emerge from her insides as her hips began
to shake with the build up to a climax.  The hand that was not pumping in
and out of her pussy was gripping her ass cheek to maintain balance.  I
guessed that there was a limit to how long Charlotte could remain in this
upside-down position.  I made sure the fingers on my other hand got a
coating of Charlotte's lubrication and then steadily built the pressure on
her clit, while pumping my fingers faster and harder into her cunt.  As I
could feel her climax build, I teased her asshole with the wet finger of my
other hand and gently pushed into the entrance.

   As I applied pressure, I could feel Charlotte pushing her hips into my
fingers.  The combination of her pushing and my gentle probing meant my
sticky finger slipped easily into her asshole up to the first knuckle.  I
could feel Charlotte was close so I stepped up the stimulation to the
maximum speed I could manage and keep Charlotte suspended.  With a load
groan Charlotte orgasmed, her whole body shaking while I hung on for dear
life.  Her body spasmed until eventually the pleasure subsided and she
gently rolled off me onto the floor.  After a few seconds she gathered
herself and turned to face me before sitting on my lap.

   "That was nice." She said coyly.  "You know what your doing, I'm
pleased."

   "Did you think I would be rubbish?" I asked slightly annoyed.

   "No." Said Charlotte.  "But you never know." She leant in and kissed me
hard on the mouth.  Her tongue aggressively probing my mouth.  Eventually
she broke free.  "You turn me on and make my cunt tingle.  Well done.  Look
at you, smiling with my cunt juice all over your face" Charlotte trailed
her tongue across my cheek, tasting herself.  "There's a lot of it so you
must have done a good job."

   Charlotte walked into the bathroom and returned looking a little less
dishevelled a few minutes later although still naked.  "I don't know about
you, but I'm pretty knackered." She said.  After a few hours of being
painfully erect my cock was still poking hard at the front of my jeans.  I
had been hoping that it was time for my but as always Charlotte was
driving.

   "I'm about ready to turn in but let's finish the night properly first."
She said.  "Why don't you come over here?  Take those trousers off." I
quickly shed my jeans and walked over to where Charlotte was sitting.

   "Turn around." She said.  I faced away from her and I could feel her
hands at the top of my boxer shorts.  She gently tugged them to the floor,
catching the front on my erection on the way down, forcing a faintly
comical ping as it sprung up against my stomach.  I could feel Charlotte's
warm breath as she gently blew onto my cheeks, then planted a gentle kiss
first on the left side, then the right and finally just above my ass.  I
could feel her tongue hinting at probing deeper then pulling away. 
Charlotte then firmly guided me over her knee, so I was lying prone with my
ass pointing up.

   "You have passed a big test tonight." She said, as she softly teased my
scrotum with her hand.  "But we are not quite ready to sort this out yet."
Charlotte brushed the base of my rigid dick.  "I'm still going to give you
a big reward though." Drawing her hand back she gave me a smart smack on my
left buttock, following it up with a further series of slaps until I could
feel my arse tingling.  I was sure the spanks were harder than the last
time.  Charlotte sighed.  "You really do have a very pretty bottom." She
remarked, rubbing her hands soothingly over the redness.  She finished with
two very hard slaps before pulling me to my feet.  Charlotte kissed my ass
a second time, lingering slightly longer than before with her tongue
nestling inside the top of my crack.

   "Bed!" She said.  "Or I'm going to be spanking your little red bottom
all night.  I need you to go into the spare room." Once again, I was lying
alone in Charlotte's spare room with a painful erection and a red bottom. I
couldn't complain though, images of Charlotte's naked body, bent into
explicit poses were running through my head.  I was sure there was more to
come.  I was slightly uncomfortable that I was letting Charlotte set the
pace.  Even when she was naked and exposed, she remained in control.  Any
feelings that I was compromising my manhood contrasted with how strongly
this turned me on.  "You can't help what makes your dick hard." I thought.
"Don't stress over what feels good." Eventually sleep overtook me until I
was woken by the light streaming in through the windows and the sound of
the shower running in the bathroom.  Another day lay ahead, and I couldn't
wait to find out what happened next.


   Are You Staring at My Ass?  Ch.  05