Chapter 3: Rising Action
Thinking quickly, Charlie says "Would you like me to give your eyebrows a trim?".
"Yes please," Peter nodded "They have become a bit long recently"
His heart started racing as he thought about Charlie getting close to his face.
Charlie grabbed her scissors, putting them on the counter. "Alright, sit back and relax," she instructed, her tone confident and nurturing. "I promise I won't mess up your pretty face."
With a playful grin, Peter leaned back in the chair, his pulse quickening at the prospect of being so close to Charlie. She leaned in toward him, her ample chest almost falling out of her tight pink blouse filled Peter's vision.
As she carefully trimmed his brows, he couldn't help but steal glances at her ample bosom. Charlie knew exactly what she was doing, her lips curled into a mischievous grin, and she intentionally adjusted herself closer to Peter. He felt the heat rushing up his neck and face while trying to maintain composure. With every snip of the scissors, Peter's heart raced faster, his erection reaching its peak beneath his jeans.
Suddenly, Charlie playfully brushed her fingers against Peter's cotch
"Oops! Did I scratch you there?" she teased coyly.
Peter laughed nervously, attempting to defuse the tension he was feeling. "No problem," he managed to stammer out. "A little tickle never hurt anyone."
Charlie giggled causing her breasts to jiggle in her blouse, her laughter contagious. "Oh, I'd say it definitely hurt you," she quipped flirtatiously. "Your face turned redder than a ripe tomato!"
Peter grinned sheepishly, unable to resist the charm of Charlie's playful teasing.
Charlie sensed that Peter was even more aroused and decided to test it out. She leaned over Peter's head to grab something from her trolley, completely smothering Peter's face with her cleavage.
Peter was in heaven, as a dedicated boob man, nothing was more exciting than a face full of warm soft tit flesh.
The smell of Charlie's perfume mixed with the aroma of her skin intoxicated him. This was one of the few times he could enjoy the pleasure of being near her beautiful body without raising suspicion.
Peter let out a low moan that Charlie could feel resonating through her huge breasts, she pretend to rummage through the items on her trolley causing her breasts to slap across Peter's face.
Peter felt his balls tightening as he shot a load up the inside of his t-shirt.
The thick semen oozed out onto his stomach, leaving a sticky trail of cum on his belly button. He tried to hide his orgasm from Charlie, but it was too late; she already noticed the wet spot on his shirt.
"Oh my!" Charlie gasped in feigned surprise, "I guess you really like big boobs then?" she giggled, her melons wobbling enticingly before Peter's lustful gaze.
Peter struggled to contain himself, swallowing hard as he attempted to regain control. "Uh, yeah," he muttered awkwardly, "I suppose you could say that."
Charlie's eyes sparkled mischievously as she gazed down at Peter's growing bulge. "Well, looks like we might have to take care of that later," she purred seductively.
Charlie took some paper towels and wiped the white stain from Peter's shirt, running her hands across his abs, making sure to linger for a moment longer than necessary.
"Don't worry," she murmured huskily, "I plan on taking good care of you."
Peter swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest as he stared at her.
Charlie chuckled softly, reading Peter's desire plainly on his face. "I should probably get cleaned up first, though, shouldn't I?" he said.
"Sure I can go and grab some of my ex husband clothes for you." Charlie said.
She rushed out of the room as Peter's gaze took in the amazing sight of Charlie's incredible figure once more.
While Charlie was out of the room, Peter stood up and took his clothes off. He was unsure whether he should take his soaked boxers off though as he didn't want to embarrass Charlie.
He decided to leave them on, knowing that his throbbing erection was visible underneath. As he waited for Charlie to return, he idly stoked his cock as it still ached for more release.
When Charlie finally came back in, carrying a stack of clean clothes, she couldn't help but stare at Peter's obvious arousal. Her breath caught in her throat, and a flush spread across her cheeks. She'd never seen Peter naked before, and seeing his erect member poking out from his underwear was incredibly arousing. Her heart pounded with excitement.
Charlie had been fantasizing about Peter for years, daydreaming about having wild, passionate sex with him. Now, standing in front of her, mostly naked and rock-hard, she couldn't believe her luck.
"Can I touch it?" she said, approaching Peter. Peter noticed she had undone another 2 buttons of her blouse and her breasts were now exploding out in soft fleshy mounds.
His mouth went dry as he admired how fucking sexy she looked. She was his dream girl - voluptuous, curvy, and vivacious. He wanted to kiss her right there and then rip her clothes off.