Chapter 8: Cleanup
"We have to stop," Peter said reluctantly removing Charlie's hand from his cock. "There will be plenty more opportunities in the future" he smiled. "And besides, we haven't seen if it will fit in your asshole yet!".
Charlie nodded and the pair finished their shower and got dressed. Charlie's head was full of the thought of Peter's cock filling her asshole as they prepared to part ways for today.
She couldn't wait to see him again soon.
"Hey, Peter," she called out. "Do you want to come over again tomorrow, I have no clients?"
Peter paused, his hand on the door knob. "Of course," he said lustfully. "I can't wait."
Charlie smiled seductively, locking eyes with Peter. "But tomorrow seems too far away. What about tonight?"
Peter hesitated for a moment, contemplating the potential consequences of such an arrangement. "I suppose we could make arrangements for tonight," he said cautiously. "I would enjoy spending more time with you."
Charlie grinned broadly, her excitement palpable. "Great! Let's plan something special," she enthused. "How about dinner at my place?
" Charlie suggested, her eyebrows raised suggestively. "I'll cook for us, and we can spend the evening exploring ourselves some more."
"That sounds perfect," he replied, his eyes shining with anticipation. "What time should I arrive?"
"Around seven would be great," Charlie answered, her voice soft and soothing. "That gives me enough time to prepare something delicious."
Peter nodded, his heart pounding with excitement. "Seven it is," he confirmed, his voice barely audible.