Flicker

Charlotte woke up, soothed by her own softness in contrast to the rough sex she had had with Harry. She had feared that he was out of her life forever, and she did not want him to be. She wanted him so much it hurt.

From the moment she saw him, she wanted him. She had not been his first choice that night. He was on the prowl and she was DTF, but he was not thinking about her in the least. Charlotte knew she looked hot—she always did. She usually had to fight men off to leave her alone. But Harry was hot too, and he had his pick of beauties. She was not the only one there who was ripe for the picking.

It was a cocktail party for her company–a company his company was considering a merger with. Harry wanted nothing in the form of a merger with her it seemed. There was another beautiful woman who he watched, and Charlotte smiled. She would just bide her time. That cold fish he was trying to catch…he would tire of the pursuit soon enough. Charlotte could easily read other women. She knew who was hot to trot, and who was colder than an iceberg.

Harry sure enough did come for her. His eyes were like fire, as he looked her up and down. Her body hummed with lust, when he flicked her nipple through her dress spilling a little of her white wine onto her hand which felt cool against her hot skin.

Charlotte savored the intervals of cool air, when later their bodies slid off of each other’s perspiration. When Harry spanked her breast and pussy, she felt the suction of his palm from how wet her body was. His face buried between her legs, she sighed as he ate her out and the wisps of air in between cooled her sweat-dampened chest and hard nipples that he kept flicking. The flicking of her nipples made her even wetter. She heard the dampness as he licked her, and groaned her pleasure loudly.

That was what he was to her before he disappeared. And now currently hard nipples and wet pussy…he had disappeared again.

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