Deep, but Charlotte comes to her senses

Randy's kiss grew deeper and more insistent as he felt Miss Charlotte respond in his arms. Most of his experience with women he learnt from dockside trollops or lonely widows, and he recognized the same desire in this gentlewoman. When a woman returned a man's kiss with this much passion she wanted far more than a simple kiss.

Gripping the sleeve of her dress where it rested on her round shoulder he fiercely pulled it down her arm tearing the fabric slightly in his urgency. But Randy didn't give a thought to the damage he was doing to Lady Charlotte's bodice as one of her full breasts was exposed. Pulling himself from her clinging lips his mouth fell on her pale mound like a privateer swooping onto a fat merchantman separated from the safety of its convoy. He feasted on the sensitive skin of her breast, sucking her small pink nipple into his mouth and feeling it swell as he suckled on it. Randy's hands started hoisting her long flowing skirt reefing the material around her waist like a sail in high winds eager to get to the bounty hinted at beneath the yards of fabric.

Charlotte could barely think as she felt the strange man's stubble abrading the sensitive skin of her breast. The sensations shooting from her puckered teat through her body made her gasp in wonder and her arm wrapped around the stranger's head pulling him against her bosom as she threw back her head and arched herself in sinful abandon. It wasn't until she felt the cool air swirling around her legs and became aware of his hands grasping her buttocks that she recovered her senses.

"Stop!" She hissed in his ear. "Stop this now!" Grasping a handful of his beautiful golden hair she wrenched his mouth from her teat clearing her head even more. The horror at what she had almost allowed to happen gave her the strength she needed to squirm from his grasping fingers that had been exploring the crease of her leggings. Charlotte was not sure which shocked her more, the strange gentleman's presumption or her needy response to his kiss. But pulling her bodice and sleeve back into place and brushing the folds of skirt down from her waist she turned to the man full of fire and spit.

"You sir, are no gentleman!" Randy smiled as he heard the contradiction in Miss Marlton's words. He was no gentleman it was true, but she had called him 'sir' so Miss Marlton still believed he came from a family of note. Several strands of hair had been pulled from the hat and hung by the side of her face and her eyes flashed with both anger and desire as she confronted him her chest rising and falling with emotion. She was stunningly beautiful standing on the sand in her stockings and her torn dress that revealed the white curve of breast that just seconds ago he had been feasting on.

"Are you saying that you did not enjoy my attention?" Randy countered laughing as she stooped to retrieve her riding crop. The thin strip of flexible wood and leather would not stop him if he chose to press his advantage.

"You know I did!" Hissed Lady Charlotte surprising Randy with her honesty, "but my forfeit was a kiss, not to be used like a London doxy." She stepped away from him taking her gelding by its lead and moved towards the open road. She was going to get away if Randy didn't act quickly.