Only after an orgasm

More long minutes passed and still Charlotte couldn’t settle down. She could feel the cool air drifting in through her open window but beneath her covers her body felt as hot as the Italian sun. The dream had been so clear, so real that every time she closed her eyes she found herself wondering about what she would do in that situation. Captured by savages, just her this time – not like in the book where some other women were there to satisfy the lustful warriors. She could see the dark copper skin of the men gleaming with sweat as they circled her like wolves. She imagined their hands touching her where no man except her husband should ever place his hands.

Charlotte squeezed her breasts gently through the soft cotton of the long sleeved nightgown and her nipples stiffened into even harder peaks. Her other hand pressed the mound between her thighs and a jolt of pleasure raced through her body making her tremble all over. With so many strong men she’d have ****; they’d pull apart her legs and touch her any way they wanted. Under the blankets her legs spread as far as the skirt of her nightgown would allow, but this was not nearly enough to satisfy her sudden need. Charlotte pulled the nightgown from her legs freeing them to open as wide as she could stretch; she continued to pull the cotton nightgown until her hands could slide along her smooth skin from her thighs to her tingling breasts and back again.

She had hoped to ease the itch that burned inside her, but with each touch of her hand she found herself more and more caught up in the erotic fantasy of her dream. Now suddenly the red-skinned warriors were tossed away like dolls and the handsome woodsman and lieutenant were gazing down at her. For a moment she thought she'd been saved, but instead of protecting her modesty with a blanket the men knelt at her sides and continued the exploration of her naked body. Unlike the rough groping of the warriors, the two men played her body like a harp, each man’s hands stroked and plucked at her skillfully until she quivered in unfulfilled expectation. Charlotte was fingering herself feverously by now, rubbing the hard nub between her moist petals with an unprecedented intensity. Her mouth opened and closed silently as her back arched higher and higher off the mattress.

In her fantasy Easton and Fuller had started taking turns, each one teasing her closer and closer to her climax while the other man watched impatiently waiting for his turn. No words had been spoken, but Charlotte knew that the two men were engaged in a contest and that her thrashing body was both the pitch that the game was played upon and the prize to be won. Some small part of Charlotte’s psyche knew she should be mortified at this treatment or perhaps outraged, but instead she felt a sense of pride that two men wanted her in the most primal way a man could desire a woman. Neither of these men were at all suitable matches for her, not the earnest young officer of the King’s infantry with no money or family connections and certainly not Mr. Fuller, once farm-hand and sailor, now outlaw and kidnapper of maidens … Aaiiggh!

Charlotte came! It was the most intense powerful orgasm she had ever felt in her life. Her whole body seemed to explode from the inside, with every muscle convulsing at once for what seemed like an eternity as she imagined herself submitting to uncouth woodman's touch.

Finally as the tension melted from her body she pulled her fingers from her sex. What had she been thinking? Black Brand is no lover; he is nothing but an uncouth scoundrel. Furthermore, he had had Charlotte completely at his mercy and instead of taking her like in her outrageous fantasy he had laughed at her and spurned her sun-freckled awkward-limbed body. How could she have reacted like that while thinking of Mr. Fuller of all people?

The sooner the Highwayman was apprehended and sent away the better as far as she was concerned.