Charlie had given Diane the motel and room number over the phone, and Diane's heart was pounding in her throat when she rapped on the door. It was quickly opened by Charlie who was attired in a nightshirt and, noticing his bare legs, Diane realized he was wearing nothing else.

"Hello, Diane," he smiled, kissing her. "I was so afraid you wouldn't come."

"Hi, Charlie," she greeted him with a teasing grin. "Nothing could have kept me away from that luscious pole of yours."

Seating herself on the edge of the bed, she glanced at Charlie as he faced her from the center of the room. She visualized his hard shaft standing erect beneath the robe. There was a passion mixed with tenderness in his eyes that filled her with a burning desire to have his body pressed against hers.

Walking over to Diane, he took her hands and raised her to a standing position. Charlie took the hem of her short dress and lifted it over her head as if he were unveiling a precious object of art. He smiled in approval of the beautiful woman standing before him, wearing nothing but panties and bra.

"You're lovely," he whispered, studying her with obvious pleasure. He pressed his lips against the soft nape of her neck, his nose buried in her lush hair as his adept fingers unsnapped her bra, dropping it to the floor.

At the edge of the bed she stood between his outstretched legs. The soft smooth plane of her belly was only inches away from his eyes. Slipping his fingers into her flimsy bikini panties, he began rolling them down over her ass. Diane wallowed in a luxuriant warmth as she felt his gentle hands slide the flimsy panties down her naked flesh. When they were at her ankles, Charlie cupped her ass-cheeks in his hands and tenderly pulled her toward him, covering her navel with his eager lips. His fingers probed and kneaded the wide crack in her ass, and his tongue expertly bathed her flat stomach.