"A TV, a movie, or something?" he asked with a huge grin. She went weak at the sight of his perfect teeth. "Any of those three would be fine with me."
"Uh, why don't we look for a movie?" she asked.
"Sounds good," he replied.
Charlotte sat down on the couch. She motioned, via a patting hand, for him to sit down next to her. He plopped down onto the couch next to her. After nearly a month in their home, he had never been this close to her. On the few times he had watched TV with them, he was always on the love seat, or in the separate chair. He had been very respectful the entire time.
Charlotte found a Romantic Comedy on Pay-Per-View and asked if that was something he wanted to watch.
"Sure," he replied. "That looks great."
She accepted the purchase agreement on the screen, and the movie started to roll. Within seconds, the previews started to show. She knew this was going to be 15 minutes of crap before the movie started. She decided that this was the time to make a move.
Gulping from her nervousness, she turned to Kevin and looked deeply into his bedroom blue eyes.
"Kevin, I want to thank you for tonight," she said nervously.
"Oh, it was nothing … " he started to respond.
"Kevin, trust me," she said, "It was something. It meant a great deal to me. You cooked for me, you escorted me like a knight in shining armor to the football game, you made me feel better than I have felt in five years. Trust me, I need to thank you for everything."
"OK, then … I guess … your welcome," he stammered, for once at loss for words.
She leaned forward and kissed him, chastely, on the lips.
"Thanks," she said after breaking contact.
Kevin didn't say a word. His arm reached up and snaked around her neck and pulled her close to him. His mouth found hers. She felt his lips press hard against hers, unlike the chaste kiss she had given him. His lips were seeking hers urgently. She felt his tongue slip through his lips seeking hers. She parted her lips and felt electricity as their tongues found each other.
As they started kissing furiously, Kevin broke away, and pushed her away suddenly, Charlotte was shocked.
"Charlotte," he asked. "What about Crystal? When is she coming home?"
"She goes out with Dipshit, I mean Mark, after every game. She won't be home until midnight at the earliest."
"Oh, ok," he said and began kissing her furiously again. His hands roamed up and found her ample breasts. She felt herself tingling as his hands kneaded her breasts. As his fingers sought out and found her nipples, she felt an electric surge shoot through her body.
"God!" she thought. "How long has it been?"
Then she thought back, as Kevin caressed and aroused her. It had been five years since her husband left her for a younger model. She wondered what her ex would think now. She had a man 15 years her junior. Her ex left her for a girl 20 years his junior and now she was a fat, dumpy woman after giving him one child, and then a set of twins. As usual, he was too cheap to allow any of his money to be used to pay to repair the ravages of childbirth. Likely, he was just on the prowl for someone younger and prettier.
"Baby, I need to tell you something," Kevin said urgently, breaking contact with her.
"What, darling," she asked.
"It's been a long time since I've … er … done anything like this," he said.
"How long?" she asked.
"Nearly a year. I just got divorced, and you are the first woman I've been with. We weren't exactly active in the last year of our marriage," he explained.
"Almost a year?" she asked. "Is that all?"
He raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"Baby, I haven't been with a man in over five years," she bluntly told him.
"Five years?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, five years. I concentrated on raising my child when my husband left me. I didn't worry about getting laid," she explained.
"I just can't believe that a woman that looks like you couldn't get laid in five years," he said.
"Oh, Kevin, you misunderstood me. I didn't say I COULDN'T get laid. I just said I didn't get laid. I worried about my daughter and nothing else. My husband left, and my priority became my daughter.
"Well, would you mind if I say something possibly inappropriate about your ex-husband?" he asked.
"No. Go right ahead," she said.
"Your ex is possibly the stupidest son-of-a-bitch in world history," Kevin told her.
"Well your ex-wife isn't exactly an Einstein," she shot back.
There was a long pregnant pause.
"Now why don't we don't we just take this to the bedroom where it belongs?" she asked.
Chapter Eight
Kevin
"I don't make a habit of asking men to my bedroom, but when one can be such a gentlemen, it makes that decision a lot easier," Charlotte said as she took his hand and led him to her bedroom.
"Charlotte, I, uh … " he stammered.
Charlotte turned and pressed her upright index finger to his lips.
"Shhhhh … ," she told him. "You don't need to say a word."
"You're doing real good right now," she continued. "At this rate, someone's probably gonna get lucky," she said as she gave him a knowing grin.
Kevin followed her nervously into the bedroom. He had seen the inside of her room from passing by it in the hallway, but he had never been allowed inside. It was decoratively furnished with nice hardwood furniture, including a four poster canopy bed. From each corner of the bedframe hung a delicate netting that framed the bed, creating an appearance of a wall around the bed, with gaps on each of the four sides.
Charlotte shut the door behind her and came to Kevin's side next to her bed. Without a word, she snaked her arm around his neck and pulled him into a soulful, passionate kiss. He felt her hands slide underneath his pullover top and feel his abdomen and chest. Emboldened, he slid his hands under her sweater and ran them up her body until he encountered the underwire of her bra. He slid his hands around her back, found the clasp of her bra, and deftly unclasped it.
He moved his hands back around the front, ran them under her bra, and felt her shudder as his hands cupped her magnificent breasts, his thumbs and forefingers finding her nipples.
Kevin felt her hands fumbling for the hem of his pullover top, and then felt her beginning to tug it over his head. He lifted his arms to allow her to pull it off over him. He did likewise, grabbing the bottom of her sweater and tugging it off over her head. After discarding her sweater, she looked him in the eyes, and grabbed the straps of her bra and pulled it down, discarding it on the floor next to her sweater. He marveled at her amazing breasts.
Back in each other's grasp, they seemed to think alike as they collapsed onto the bed, with Charlotte going down first, pulling Kevin down on top of her. Kevin's hands returned to her amazing breasts, and he began kneading and caressing them. He felt her hand drop to his crotch. He was excited and hard as a rock inside his jeans, as Charlotte's hand dropped onto his cock and she gripped it through his jeans.
While he was not porn star huge, he was packing enough that he never had any complaints. His bitch of an ex-wife actually complained about the size of his cock, along with everything else, saying that he was so big that he hurt her. At eight inches long with a respectable girth, he did have the occasional partner that could not accommodate him.
Kevin let one hand roam down to Charlotte's crotch. As his hand settled between her legs, he could feel the warmth through her jeans. She let out a soft moan as he touched her there. Her hands were fumbling with the button and zipper on his jeans. He did likewise, trying to get her impossibly tight jeans off of her.
Once he got her jeans unbuttoned, Kevin sat up in bed, and grasped her jeans by the waist. Charlotte lifted her hips to help him as he pulled the jeans off of her, leaving her clad only in skimpy thong panties.
Excited and ready to get down to business, Kevin stood beside the bed and began to shed his jeans. Already unfastened, it was a simple matter to slide them down. He followed, as Charlotte watched, by sliding his boxer briefs down, liberating his hard, aching cock. Her eyes widened when she saw his size and state of arousal.
He returned to the bed and lay beside Charlotte. He lowered his head to her breasts and began kissing and licking her gloriously erect nipples. After kissing on both breasts, he began kissing his way down Charlotte's firm body until he arrived at the "V" between her legs. Kissing delicately on her inner thighs, he felt Charlotte begin to twitch and moan in pleasure. He hooked one finger into her panties to move it to the side and give him access to her pussy. Pulling the thing aside, he saw her gloriously shaved and smooth pussy. He dove in and began licking and kissing her womanhood.
"Oh God! Just come on! I want you inside me now!" he heard her say. She was grasping him by both ears pulling him upwards.
Using both hands, and resisting her tugs, he pulled her panties down, which she aided by again raising her hips. He returned to kissing her pussy, which caused her to squirm.
"Now! I want you inside me now! I can't wait anymore!" she whispered urgently.