Charles Carmichael - Sex Stories

Charles Carmichael

... himself. He smelt her perfume and looked around him in the Sushi place and to his surprise - the woman from the train, immediately became the woman who was standing behind him, looking for a place to sit in the crowded Japanese restaurant. He took a second look, and paused, just to make sure it was the same woman. Charles ran his eyes up the long length of the woman from the train and seeing that it was indeed the same woman that he had done deplorable things with in his mind, he glanced at her with a smile, and she fired one right back in his direction. Charles wasted no time and invited the woman from the train to sit down with him, if nothing else it would be a nice treat for Charles to enjoy his Thursday dinner with some company as he often ate alone. The conversation was pleasant between the two. It flowed endlessly, Mr Carmichael never allowed for any uncomfortable silences, as his training had taught him better. He asked questions with meaning and stayed away from ‘closed’ questions. For example, instead of asking the woman what she did for a living he asked her “What do you enjoy about your job?” As time went by Mr Carmichael increased his flirting and an atmosphere, dirtied by lust and greed, grew in anticipation of the goodbye. Charles established that the woman was single early on in the conversation, and had only one thing on his mind. The woman from the train was now the woman he was eating a late dinner with, and Charles wanted to make her the woman he would ...

... fuck that night. Charles’s penis grew in his pants as the flirting became more intense, and then he moved to the physical side of his art. It was innocent enough at first, an accidental touch of her hand which lasted a few seconds more than it should have, accompanied by a knowing glance. The woman appreciated both gestures and invited more of the same. For Charles all the woman was, was practice, but for the woman, Mr Carmichael was about to become all she wanted, all she knew and sadly for her, all she needed. The seduction had begun. Charles followed caressing her hand and giving her a knowing look with a bit of footsie under the table, a part of seduction that unprofessional people often forget about or just shrug off. It is innocent enough to be brushed off as an accident, but if used in the right way then a man doesn’t need to do anything else to a woman. Charles began the dance, under the table, by gently finding the woman’s foot with his. Resting his foot right next to hers. Their conversation carried on without interruption, but the woman’s face blushed slightly with the physical contact. She was wearing strapless shoes which made this seduction easier for Mr Carmichael. He removed his shoe, coyly, exposing his warm foot to the cold air of the restaurant, and began to rub his bare foot against her flesh. As his foot touched hers she jumped a little, the woman looked shy at first and bit her bottom lip. Mr Carmichael smirked at her and bit his bottom lip too. Their ...