Charlene

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Erotic Flash  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

Featured Review on this writing by willnorman


Charlene

 

Eighteen-year-old Charlene lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling and listening for the garage door. At 9;00 a.m., she heard Tammy’s Carrera GT firing up and rolling out of the garage. Have a good day, mom; see you later.

Tammy had a boyfriend on the other side of Mclean, Virginia. They were new to each other and eager to spend entire days together. Outside a courtesy call—Hi, honey, how’s everything at the house— Charlene would have the day to herself. She stretched her legs out and pulled the waistband on her pajama bottoms. She slipped a hand inside her panties. Mmm…nice, warm, springy. She grabbed a handful of pubic hair and gave her girl a tug.

She tumbled out of bed and went to a window, looking down and seeing a middle-aged woman leaving the pool house. This had become a regular occurrence since Tammy had rented space to Edwin, a massage therapist who’d just finished his coursework. It wasn’t for the money; Tammy had plenty: the house in Mclean and a hefty divorce settlement. Probably for the free massages. Charlene had seen Tammy leaving the pool house a couple of times. Why not?

Edwin came out of the pool house and lit a cigarette. Charlene lifted the window.

“Hi, how does a girl get on the schedule?”

“You’re Charlene.”

“In the flesh.”

“People usually call. I’ve got a cancellation, though. What are you looking for?”

“Oh, well, the regular—whatever you’re doing for my mom would be fine.”

Edwin hesitated for a moment.

“How old are you, Charlene?”

“Eighteen.”

“You don’t look it.”

“Oh, yes, I do.”

“Ok,” said Edwin, glancing at his watch, “I’ve got an hour.”

In the next moment, Charlene came out the back door wearing a bathrobe.

“Come on in,” Edwin said. “Disrobe, cover your bottom with this towel, and wait for me. Comprende?”

“I do.”

Charlene dropped her bathrobe over the back of a chair. She lay face down on the table, wearing panties, and laid the towel over her backside.

Edwin entered. He started on the back of her neck, then worked his way down to her dimples.

“That feels glorious.”

“Any plans for school?”

“Is this the massage you give my mommy?”

“It’s a variation.”

“Come on, Edwin.”

Edwin stroked his hands up the back of Charlene’s thighs, pausing to knead her buttocks. He spread her legs and pressed her pussy with the edge of his hand. He squeezed her clitoris between his thumb and index finger. Charlene pulled in her knees and pushed her butt up receptively.

“And then what happens?” she panted.

 


Submitted: May 16, 2022

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Spyguy

She's in for it now!

Wed, May 18th, 2022 7:56am

Author
Reply

Indeed she is. I've heard it said that curiosity killed the cat! Thanks for weighing in Spygy.

Laird

Wed, May 18th, 2022 3:00am

Spyguy

Hopefully this "Pussycat" doesn't get killed for her curiosity!!!

Wed, May 18th, 2022 3:14pm

Author
Reply

Ha-ha! Let's hope not.

Wed, May 18th, 2022 8:34am

willnorman

She is quite the tart. Oh, to be a masseuse now and then....

Thu, June 2nd, 2022 2:38pm

Author
Reply

Ha-ha! It's a dirty job, but somebody has to do it.

Thu, June 2nd, 2022 7:57am

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