My clothes come off.

I took the glass of wine and had a long drink, trying to hide my nervousness.

Charlie's hand was still on my knee, and as I sat my glass on the end table, he slid over to me, taking me in his arms, moving between my knees a bit in a strong embrace.

Charlie's lips found mine. His kiss was gentle, but strong. He nibbled my lower lip and stroked my hair, then cradled my head in his strong hands as he kissed me. I melted in to him, forgetting my nervousness, forgetting myself entirely.

My hands stroked his back, played in his hair as he kissed me and held me close. His kiss became more aggressive. His tongue now in my mouth, his grip tighter. His hand found their way under my sweater and slid up my back, expertly unclasping my bra. Next thing I knew, my shirt was being pulled over my head, and my breasts exposed. I felt the chill in the air and my nipples hardened. He never stopped kissing me.

I felt him tugging at the waist of my skirt, but he couldn't find the buckle.

Laughing shyly, I stood up. His eyes gobbled me up. I could see the lust on his face and the bulge in his pants. I shimmied out of my skirt and stood before him, showing him my gorgeous new body.

He reached out for me, and pulled my hips toward him. He slipped the lace of my underwear over the curve of my hip and they fell to the floor. I was naked. I felt the coolness of the air on my hot groin and was aware of just how turned on I had become.

He pulled me back into his lap, kissing me deeply and moving his hands on to my ass.