Charlotte's dress comes off

Randy lost himself in the passion of Charlotte's kiss; he forgot all about the cold rushing water of the falls, or who Charlotte was and how she came to be in his arms here in the middle of the old forest. Nothing mattered except the warmth of her lips and the startling sensation of her tongue darting into his mouth.

Randy's chest and arms were bare but Charlotte was still far too covered; no longer needing to hold a struggling fugitive his hands moved to the row of tiny buttons that ran the entire length of the back of her dress. Randy was used to working loose knots and kinks in the cordage so common on sailing ships. Compared to those water soaked tangles, the pearl buttons were easy to loosen and soon the sleeves of her dress were loose on Charlotte's white shoulders. Charlotte's bodice gapped exposing more and more of the tops of her breasts as he reached the bottom few buttons.

Hungry for more of her, Randy peeled the top of the soaking dress from her arms and shoulders until it hung loosely around her hips. Under the riding dress Charlotte wore only a sheer slip; the wet fabric clung to her breasts and was so transparent that her pink nipples were clearly visible. He wanted to explore every inch of her body but that would have to wait, once again drew her into his arms and this time when they kissed his chest pressed against her soft flesh.

Charlotte was shocked by the breakneck pace of this encounter. Only minutes before she had risked leaping into the falls to avoid this exact fate, and now she let him pull off her dress exposing her without any resistance. No! Worse than that. Not only had she stopped fighting him, Charlotte was kissing Black Brand as fiercely as the outlaw was kissing her. She had not even noticed when he had skillfully unbuttoned her dress, but when he pulled it off her shoulders she had helped free it from her arms so she could resume her brazen **** of his lips.

Suddenly the bold highwayman swept her into his muscular arms, easily carrying her up the bank and gently lowering her to the warm grass of the bank. Her loose dress was pulled from her legs and then her dripping petticoats before he sank once again onto her covering her softness with his hard body. This time he turned his attention to her neck and shoulders, kissing away the pearls of river water from her white skin sending tremors of passion that seemed to always end where her swollen nipples pressed against his chest separated by only the thinnest layer of soaked fabric.

Unbidden a chapter in a book of erotic romances that she kept hidden in her room came to her. It was a retelling of Arthurian legends in which a young Percival ravished a scantily clad noblewoman as she lay helplessly bound on the grassy bank of a creek just like this. Actually the young Percival had claimed three different maidens in that tale, each of them won by right of knightly contest against the false knights who had captured and bound the fair ladies. Percival had lain with all three of his prizes, but it was Lady Katherine who suffered the most. Over and over the young squire made the proud Lady Katherine pay for her teasing, first with his nimble fingers then his teasing tongue and finally as he claimed her maidenhead. Was this to be her fate?

Charlotte found she didn’t even care. When one of Black Brand’s hands pressed against her sex in a most intimate way she moaned aloud and arched her back in desire. She delighted in the waves of pleasure that ran through her body as she felt Black Brand’s hand push deeper between her thighs while his lips explored the base of her throat and then moved to the swell of her breasts. Nothing in her twenty-some years had prepared her for the pleasure a man could bring to her body. Not her friend's hints of their marriage bed encounters, certainly not her spinster aunts who explained nothing about her wifely duties, not even her collection of romance novels with their tintilating discriptions had given Charlotte any sense of how badly her body longed to be touched like this.

When Charlotte felt the drawstring on her ruffled leggings loosen and his hand slide into them to cup her silk covered mound she knew that she had passed the point of no return. This lawless highwayman would do with her as he pleased and she’d deal with the consequences of her actions latter.