Touching Charlotte

"I wahnt this..." Charlotte's fingers slipped backwards, gripping my hip and pulling me against her. "And I know you want THIS..." Her hand gripped mine, and pulled it directly to her crotch. My fingers felt wet, warm. The cleft between her legs practically drew my finger between its folds and I felt her warmth, and her erect nub against my middle finger.

"Well, yeah... but not just that..." I commented, my free hand coming around her and squeezing her magnificent breast. She rolled her head at the touch, and a moan issued from her lips.

"Oh wow, I don' know if ahm'... readah foah anotha round of musical behds..." Charlotte drawled lazily. "Having this... and your pretty wife... who is such a little snake..."

"It's okay, whatever you want, I'm not going up push you." I smiled at her ear before nibbling at it. I was warm now, and holding her on the back seat like this was quite comfortable. I admit that the only thought that kept running through my head was how much I wanted this woman, and remembering how my wife had given me the green light in no uncertain terms had only made the desire more intense.

She nodded, and her hands pulled mine together, and up to her face, pulling them around it. She took a breath, and slowly guided one of my hands to her mouth, folding all my fingers down but my index and middle finger. Sensually, she placed my finger tip against her lips, and ran her tongue across them, tasting the soft scent of her arousal.

"Ah love the scent of pussy... don't you..." Charlotte purred against my fingers. "Shows that a gal just can't stop thinkin' about having you touch her..."

She placed my other hand lightly on her breastbone, and without another word, guided my fingers in past her lips, into her luscious mouth. At the same time, her hand closed around my cock, and I nearly jumped with surprise and excitement at her fingers. All of the motion had ensured that her hand was warm, and the heated presence brought a lurch of pleasure. I wanted more and I think she knew it.

She stroked me twice, tenderly almost, before hesitating and sliding her hand to the base. There she gripped, and she stopped moving her hand at all, almost as if she was steadying herself. Her other hand didn't stop at all though, her tongue flared and danced around my fingers, her hand guiding them in and out as if she was blowing my fingers, I wanted so bad to feel the sensation on my hand on my cock instead, but I restrained myself.

She pushed me deeper and deeper into her mouth, my fingers brushing against the back of her throat, coming out covered in clear spit, dripping and sticking. Her grip on my shaft grew tighter, and I started to get into her rhythm.

Finally she pulled my hand as far as my curled knuckles would go into her mouth, and pulled them all the way out. She stopped and ran her lips and tongue over my fingers, ensuring they were soaked, and then looked me right in the eyes.

"Oh yeah... let me do everything." She said, and I grunted an approval, not wanting to stop her marvelous activity.