Charlotte Drenched Me

"Ah'm just loving the image of mah little piece on tha saaade... on her knees in front of you." Charlotte drawled lazily, her hand pulling the dampened cloth of my underwear away from my body and her warm hand bringing a bit of life back to my cock. Cold shower had nothing on this, but Charlotte's warm breath and lowered eyes brought home how close she was to me, and how much of her body I'd already enjoyed. I just hadn't enjoyed that final union, and the urge to do it with her was rising every moment her extremely wet hand rubbed against me. "Not everah day you get to watch thayut."

"You're hamming it up hardcore..." I noted with a grin, allowing her closeness and words to bring some heat to me. The hard bark of the tree on my back was a bit drier than the rest of the foliage, and I gripped at her arm to steady myself as my foot slipped a bit at her touch. It felt incredibly good, and the shivers of pleasure that ran through me as her wet hand ran across me were delightful.

"Mmm, so let's get that on your cock... make her taste me on you." Charlotte grinned against my lips, before her warm lips pressed my head back against the tree once more. There was a soft sound of a zipper as her hands came away from me, and a moment of chill as my now exposed and hard cock bobbed between the two of us in the chill air. Her touch soon returned, and there was no longer just the light feeling of wet, but now it was charged with a feeling of slick as her fingers ran over me. "Get you all wet with me..."

"You know this is a really romantic spot." I suggested, feeling her soaked hand gripping my aching erection once more, coating me again with what I realized was her own personal lubrication.

"And whut about gettin' sick from wet clothes." Charlotte smirked against my lips again as she kissed me. "You know this one time when I was in college, Ah led a guy on lahk this, and mah friend snuck up behind 'im and duck taped his wrists..."

"Shouldn't that be duct tape?"

"Nope, we used tha waterproof stuff." Charlotte grinned at my lips, her hand rubbing up and down once again, and bringing incredible sensations to my nerves. "You feeling soaked yet?"

"Might want to get under the head." I rolled my head back, enjoying how her fingers teased over me, soaking me in her juices. There's a certain feel that a woman's lubrication has which has always just driven me insane, and Charlotte was no different. It was all I could do to merely hold on to the tree and let her work. Several times her hand returned to her own shorts, but each time she maintained the close contact, and with a final rub of her thumb under the straining head of my now fully hard cock, she tucked me away back into the confines of my soaked shorts, and refastened my jeans.

"Hope it doesn't wash off." Charlotte remarked as she pushed away from me, grabbing my my hand once again. Her hand was still damp as she grasped at my fingers, pulling me along the damp game trail. "Actually... Ah thank it would be bettah if we did git outta these clothes... just somewheuh drah."

We stumbled along through the slightly heavy undergrowth before we abruptly came upon the side road which lead to our cabin. Walking along side the highway, I supposed we were going to get to it eventually, but there's that's strange feeling of uncertain familiarity when you're running into a place you're only slightly sure you know well. The sight of the Van in the distance was all I needed to lift my spirits however, and the exhilarated whoop of Charlotte's upon seeing the van brought me a great deal of hope. I looked down at the now mud splattered can of quick start, and figured that I could quickly make the fix while she got comfortable.

"Hey, there's still that blanket. Tell you what. You get back in it, no sharing this time, and I'll get it started."

"Ok, but if y'all end up takin' longa than it will take to walk back to the cabin, that's what I'm doing."