Charlie whispered in her ear. "Christ, I'm dying to fuck you!"

The word excited her. She reached down between their bodies to touch his hard cock through his pants.

She felt wicked doing it. She felt a tingling in her tits as she walked her fingertips over the bulge in the front of his pants.

Charlie grunted as she felt her fingers touching his dick. He whispered again, his lips touching her ear. "Lauren, take your dress off!"

He guided her across the room to a chair near the window. Reaching over to the small lamp, he snapped the light off and the room was in sudden darkness.

Lauren trembled as she reached behind to slide the zipper of her dress all the way down her back.

She lifted the party dress over her head and then draped it over the back of the chair. Then she reached behind her again, unsnapped her bra and pulled it away to expose her tits.

She dropped the bra to the seat of the chair. Her nakedness made her feel so wanton. There was no turning back now. She was naked in a room with Charlie Reed and there was no turning back.

Now she heard Charlie next to her. She could hear the rustling as he took his clothes off.

She told herself she wanted it. She wanted him to fuck her, wanted it as much as he did. She hadn't lied when she'd said she'd, been thinking about it all week.

Then Charlie reached for her in the darkness and his hand touched one of her tits.

Lauren jumped at the sudden contact. "Charlie, I'm not finished undressing. I still have my hose and panties on."

He made a sound in his throat. "Leave the stockings and heels on, will you? I want to look at you later like that. After we've played around a little."

Lauren shuddered with excitement as she peeled her panties off and stepped out of them. In a moment, Charlie reached for her again, his hands running over her body. She stood still, her urns at her sides, trembling as he touched her everywhere.