CHARLOTTE’S WAITING for me, a sheet drawn up covering up over her breasts. Her wealth of hair lies loose, a copper-red contrast to the white linen. And she’s made-up her face, but only just: a hint of colour at cheeks and lips. A bare darkening of lashes and lids. Her eyes, green and glorious, are all my Charlotte needs.
“Hi, Babe.”
She draws back the sheet, inviting me in and my shaft nudges to life. “I’m sweaty. Let me have a quick shower first.”
Sucking at her lips, she gives a small nod. Her expression...
Serious...
Almost sombre...
Normally her face would glow with anticipation. The knowledge of what we are about to do.
Worrying?
I’d intended to dash in and out of the shower. Instead, I take an extra minute or two, give myself time to think.
Facing up into the stream from the
