A bold move from Cynthia

Suddenly fearful that he was moving much too fast, and not entirely sure as to what exactly had possessed him to climb up and knock on her window, Charlie brought the kiss to an end and leaned his head back onto the floor.

But Cynthia wouldn’t have that, so she rushed to straddle his waist before lying herself down on top of him, her breasts once more mashed against his chest while her tongue darted into his mouth, leaving him with **** but to respond to her kiss while his hands ruffled the thin fabric of her nightgown.

Fully aware of the fact that this wasn’t how a “good girl” was supposed to behave, Cynthia was too swept up in the moment to care about that, her actions instead being informed by the sense that this was the one opportunity that the two of them would get to be with one another, something which drove her to kiss him with a vigour that she wouldn’t have thought herself capable of.

For his part, Charlie had barely gotten the chance to kiss a girl until now, and so had little idea of what he was doing, acting purely on instincts as he refrained from trying to cram as much of his tongue as possible into her mouth and instead doing his best to match the rhythm with which she was kissing him, his fingers now sliding down along the flowing curvature of her waist.

Softly grinding her sex against the bulge on the front of Charlie’s worn denims and finding the thought that he had reacted to her like that very exciting, Cynthia could feel him take a gentle hold of her nightgown and pull it down so that it was stretched over her hard nipples.

As enjoyable as touching herself whilst thinking of Charlie was, though it was hardly something which she would ever talk to anyone about, Cynthia found the exhilaration and the joy of finally having him with her like this almost overpowering, her strong emotions prompting her to break of their kiss and allow him to sense the air blowing past his ear thanks to the ragged way in which she was passing air in and out of her lungs as she continued to gyrate her hips up and down against his crotch, with each downward thrust from her serving to further affect the steadiness of her breathing.

Fearing that what they were doing would have come to a premature end when Cynthia suddenly raised herself up so that she was sitting with her back straight, Charlie could feel his heart melt at the sight of the nervous smile that crossed her lips before her slender fingers slid forth across his chest and seized hold of the topmost button of his shirt.

Flexing his stomach muscles and pulling the hem of her nightgown up to reveal more of her milky thighs, Charlie felt a tingling sensation spread through his body and swore that the front of his denims would soon be torn to pieces by his rigid cock as he followed how Cynthia slowly undid each button of his shirt until it slid apart to reveal his chest and stomach.

Being far from certain of the wisdom of what she was about to do, but deciding to press on and do it anyways, Cynthia placed her hands on Charlie’s and made him let go off her gown, her gaze meeting his for a moment before she diverted it down towards his chest and caught the flimsy fabric of her gown between her fingers.

Charlie took in the flustered state of Cynthia’s cheeks and how the redness of them was complemented by her thick curls of lustrous brown before feeling as though he was about to have an embarrassing accident when she began to tug the hem of her nightgown up towards her head, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets as he ogled how the garment slid up to reveal inch after inch of her womanly stomach before she yanked it up over her full, beautiful breasts and then over her head before throwing it aside.

There really was nothing that he could do or say apart from lie there in stunned silence and attempt to come to terms with how impossibly gorgeous Cynthia was as she sat completely naked on top of his waist, her cheeks still bright red and her gaze searching for his approval of what she had just done.