Chapter 4 Leave it, Bitch

Charlie's POV

Sophie moaned and slowly started to react to my kiss, but she didn't move or make any attempt to pull away. She was wearing a bra underneath, but it wasn't a very substantial one; it was probably something transparent and lace. I put her keys in my pocket and my free hand squeezed her breast.

I had to battle hard not to smile as I straightened up and saw the hunger on her lovely face as my palm closed on her tit and the kiss suddenly got extremely intense.

She gazed at me with wide eyes, not thinking at the time, but reacting, gasping as she had just run a mile. She immediately complied when I told her to raise her skirt to her waist; she didn't glance around or hesitate; she just reached down and did it while gazing intently into my eyes for my approval.

She was dressed in a simple white bikini panty, but the scenery was stunning. I reached out and cupped her mound, and she instantly felt a shiver of lust run through her.

Then, as I went in to kiss her once again, I startled the heck out of her by spitting directly in her face. She screamed, and I'm fairly convinced she had an orgasm.

I growled, "Leave it, bitch," as she raised her hand to wipe my spittle off her cheek. I saw my spit drip onto her cheek as she immediately lowered her hand.

"There has been a change in the plans", I said.

"You will be my guest for the entire week. Tell your sister over the phone that you're unable to attend due to a change in plans."

"Now?!", she whined.

I blinked.

I slipped my hand inside her pants and started to tease her pussy with my finger as she reached into her purse to retrieve her cell phone.

In response, her sister started to explain that she would have to postpone her vacation, but she only got so far before she noticed Gary coming. She stopped talking as Gary stopped next to me and saw me teasing her pussy.

Gary said, "I'll be damned!", he murmured.

Sophie eventually regained her composure and spoke to her sister, who was perplexed as to why she had gone quiet for so long, "I'm here! Sorry."

She continued to sound disoriented.

"I'll call you again later, Annie, she said. "I'm currently unable to speak. I'm rushing because of something that happened."

"No. The situation is good. When I call you. I also adore you. Goodbye."

She put her phone away and stood with her legs slightly wide and her skirt about her waist as I stroked my big finger into the wettest pussy I've ever had the pleasure of finger fucking.

Although I could tell she found the scenario to be thrilling, I must say that I was taken aback when she dropped her bag, grabbed my wrist, and pressed her pussy into my hand while having a massive orgasm.

Oh my goodness, this was going to be a fantastic weekend!

We were both going to experience a lot of our kinkiest desires this week, and I believe she was just beginning to comprehend it as I drew my hand away and inserted my juicy finger into her mouth. She gladly swallowed it clean, and as she did, I imagined her nursing on the baby bottle full of hot pee.

I told her to take her dress off.

She seemed to be experiencing another orgasm as her eyes closed and she shivered all over!

She noticed that after her orgasm had passed, her hands had returned to her skirt, which she had been holding up around her waist. She took her hands away, but the skirt stayed in place at her waist, so she ignored it.

Instead, she reached behind her back and unzipped her dress while looking directly into my eyes, allowing it to fall away from her body and push down over her hips.

She kept looking nervously at Gary, but I was ignoring him, so she ignored him too.

I struggled to keep from smiling because it would have ruined their mood for her. I kept an aloof, stern expression on my face as if unmoved by her submission and her beauty.

I simply said, "Bra."

She left her dress lying in the dirt at her feet, waiting for her next order. She may have been anticipating it, but I saw her quick intake of breath when she heard the command.

She was tense, but she was also immensely turned on; even in the dark, I could see the moist area in her underwear above her pussy. She must be flowing like a river!

If her description of her sexual history was as accurate as everything else she has revealed to me since we started corresponding, she has only been with one man in her life, her husband, and he is the only man that has seen her undressed.

She swallowed loudly and then reached behind her back to unfasten her sheer little nothing of a bra. I could only imagine what was going through her mind.

I was aware of how much she would have enjoyed being forced to undress in front of other men or being undressed by them, but this time it wasn't a fantasy; it was happening, and judging by the expression on her face, she was having just as much fun as she had anticipated.

I wondered if she was thinking about the things she was going to have to do, some of which were well over the pale, now. She was trying not to let it show, but she was practically beaming. I wondered whether living the remainder of her fantasies would be as wonderful for her.

I almost had to gasp when I first saw those gorgeous tits in the flesh; they were fucking exquisite! She struggled for a while and then slipped her bra straps down off her shoulders, pausing just slightly before lowering it carefully until her nipples came into view. She was watching me intently, and she knew what I was thinking.

A small smile briefly appeared on her face before she quickly repressed it. I tried to hide my approval from her, but she was watching me intently and knew what I was thinking.