Thread: The Perplex Parcel Pursuit Project (darkangel76 p Lotherio)

Charlotte licked her lips, slightly reddened with a thin layer of ladys cosmetics. Nothing gaudy or vulgar, just enough to emphasize the natural beauty she already possessed. She might have been the sort to show off her ankles and accentuate her curves, but shed never go so far as to doll up face like the women living in brothels! Oh, the idea! As Charlotte brought her tongue back into her mouth, she watched her tutor, her Mr. De La Motte, stand up. It was the gesture of a gentleman waiting for his lady and it more than made her tummy flutter. Again, she could resume the game, that fanciful dream that this man truly longed for her above all others. Secretly plotting to whisk her away from her over protective family only to show her the wonders of the world. All the while teaching her about exotic nuances such as passion fruit. Smiling, Charlotte walked toward her tutor, her eyes locked onto his. As they met one another, the space between them so small, she could feel the warmth emanating from his body. It overwhelmed her senses, intoxicating her further with his charms, his knowledge, his manner. As he held the seat out for her to take, she gave him a slight nod and moved to sit, though in a way to show off more of her assets, hoping to entice and please. Would it satiate? She hoped not. After all, how else would she get him to offer her a third session? Charlotte shifted in her seat across from Mathieu, her body language indicating she favored him, approved. She wondered what any onlookers might think should they let their eyes linger upon them for several moments. Would they see what she dreamed, the fairytale game she had playing in her mind? Or no. She wouldnt think on that or. Blushing, Charlotte flicked a dark curl over a shoulder and smiled coyly at her tutor. I assure you, Mr. De La Motte, your own feelings on this session are quite returned. You have an anxious student who is willing to learn all that you have to offer. Going silent, just then, Charlotte listened intently to what Mathieu had to say. No doubt, her words had pleased him. Or, so shed hoped. Sitting, waiting, she felt a blush rise the moment he began to speak, his poetic words making her skin go warm as a shiver ran along her spine. She liked the way she tingled as he addressed her and lavished her with praises and admiration. It only served to make her give him even more of her attention, the rest of the room lost to her now that hed become her one and only focus. Liking this attention, and from a man so learned and handsome, Charlotte let a soft giggle pass over her lips. Oh, Mr. De La Motte, surely you flatter me. Though for you I shall do my utmost to make you most proud. She batted her eyes just enough to make a point, but not so much as to be deemed improper. Absent-mindedly, Charlotte then brought a hand up to her chest, her fingertips grazing the swell of breasts peeking overtop her tightly bound corset. She let them trail up along her pinkened skin until they found the pendant she wore. Her fingers then fondled the trinket before finally letting it go once more. Again, she smiled and dared to lean in just a bit closer, desiring to feel Mathieus warmth once more. My plan, Mr. De La Motte, is to become your favorite and most prized student, you see, Charlotte then added, her lips ever so slightly turned upward. No doubt with my quick study and your masterful skill as a teacher, I shall become quite knowledgeable indeed. Charlotte nodded as her cheeks began to burn. Despite the heat flashing across her face, she held her head up high. No, she would not look away. Mathieu would realize that she meant those words. That she meant for them to have a third session. The fact that they were together as they were, unaccompanied, alone. It spoke volumes. And it allowed her to hold onto a hope she never dreamed of holding onto before now. A hope unlike anything she ever dared dream up.