Charlotte's Day at the Gym Ch. 02

*Beep! Beep! Beep!*

Charlotte clicked her phone to end the alarm, as she saw it was 4am in the morning. Unlike the previous morning when she was groggy and devoid of energy, today she was positively ready to leap out of bed. Her escapades in front of the unknowing Mr. Fletcher had given her a much-needed injection of vigor. It broke her out of her mundane routine and gave her something to look forward to. Never before had she possessed such excitement and anticipation for a singular activity. Just the contemplation of said activity was enough to elicit a lustful thrill. In fact, before she fell asleep last night, she thought of a dozen different ways she could maximize the exhilaration of her experience. From what she would wear to when and how she'd lose her clothes, to what she do if she were caught. Truly, the multitude of possibilities had her head spinning with euphoria.

She then hopped out of bed to get dressed. For the bottom, she put on a pair of black underwear with dark grey jogger shorts on top. The shorts left much of her legs exposed, but were tight enough to highlight the shapely nature of her butt. On top, she wore a simple white crop-top with a baggy hoodie over that. She wasn't wearing a bra today, so if the hoodie just happened to come off at any point, her boobs would be bouncing around quite noticeably. She then slipped on her shoes, grabbed her keys, and was off for the day. While driving in the car she drove by a McDonalds and said,

"No way Mr. Fletcher will tolerate another tardy absence... then again..."

While she didn't have a taste for her favorite beverage today, there was a part of her that wanted to test her limits. Mr. Fletcher would certainly be aggravated if she made the same 'mistake' two days in a row. Given his old-fashion nature, he might think of some punishment that she could use to heighten her experience. So with that, she turned into the next McDonalds and ordered herself a large French vanilla latte. After the brief pit stop, it didn't take long before she reached the parking lot for the Ridgeview forest. Given that it was 2:56am, the parking lot was completely empty except for one single truck.

"Jeez! Mr. Fletcher's truck looks like it's at least 40 years-old."

Charlotte didn't know much about cars, but the old-man's truck looked like something out of the 80's. She decided to park away from the truck as far as possible, given that she might have to make a quick escape by the end of her workout. Upon exiting the car, with coffee in hand, she heard the melodies of birds chirping from the treetops. The brisk, cool air wrapped around her legs, a sensation that roused her senses and energized every fiber of her being. The air had an earthy smell with some floral notes from the nearby flowerbeds. Being a homebody, this whole experience was quite foreign to her, but at the same time, it felt authentic. Like this was the manner in which humans were supposed to live.

"Morning, youngin!" Shouted Mr. Fletcher as his nostrils flared. "Is that coffee I smell?"

"Uh... yes, sir."

The old-man scowled, disappointed that she now broke his rules twice.

"Youngin! True weight loss doesn't happen in the gym, it happens with your fork and knife. If you're gonna put crap into your body, you'll never reach your goals."

Mr. Fletcher's wobbly hands then snatched the coffee cup from her grasp. He proceeded to pop the lid and take a giant swig. He swished the liquid around in his mouth for a bit before spitting it out on the nearby grass.

"Blegh! Absolute filth."

He poured the remaining contents into the grass as he handed the cup back to Charlotte.

"Your entire workout would've gone to waste if you drank that sugary crap. Now throw it in the trash and return back to me at once."

"Yes, sir"

Charlotte hastily jogged over to the trash, tossed the cup in, and made her way back to Mr. Fletcher.

"All done, Mr. Fletcher. So what's first on the agenda?"

"First is a run through the forest. The hilly terrain will get your legs burnin' real good. Afterwards, I'll have you do some tree climbin'."

"Tree climbing? Like a kid?"

"Pfttt! There's no better exercise out there than climbin' trees, youngin. Every muscle in your body will be screaming after you've completed my regimen."

"But, won't my hands get all cut up from the rough bark?"

Mr. Fletcher gave her a disapproving stare as if she just swore in front of him.

"If you were a man I'd tell ya to toughn' up, but given that your a girl, ya can borrow a pair of my climbin' gloves."

"Thank you, Mr. Fletcher."

"We'll go over the remainder of the regimen later on. Now give me five laps around the forested path. Once you're done, meet me by the large oak with the chopped down tree beside it."

As Mr. Fletcher shuffled his way to his truck to retrieve the gloves, Charlotte started running through the forest. Though there was enough light for her to see where she was going, it was still quite dark. She would need to focus intently on her surroundings so that she didn't trip on any misplaced sticks or rocks.

After four laps, Charlotte was already hitting a bit of a wall. Beads of sweat poured down her forehead as her calfs and quads began to burn.

"T-these hills don't look big, but they're no joke." She said to herself.

As she made a left-hand turn, she inadvertently stepped onto a pile of slippery leaves, causing her to fall to the ground. The ground was soft and the leaves cushioned her fall, so she was completely unharmed by the incident. As the leaves crinkled under her body, she peered around to see if Mr. Fletcher had seen her spill. Luckily for her, he was nowhere in sight. She then took a brief moment to fix her hair while she caught her breath. In addition to the brief respite, Charlotte enjoyed the sensation of the cool leaves on her body. It cooled down her legs quite nicely -- exactly what the doctor ordered.

"Alright." Said Charlotte as she stood up. "If I waste any more time, Mr. Fletcher will have my head."

She resumed her jogging as it was now time for the final lap. The breather she took made all the difference in the world, as she was now finding her second wind. That being said, she experienced a prominent scratchy sensation around her legs. If it had been her arms, she could relieve said scratch without breaking her run; however, an itch around the legs was problematic. She now had a choice: 1) Stop for a moment to furiously scratch her legs (losing even more time), or 2) Ignore the scratch until she reached the oak tree where Mr. Fletcher was. Considering she lost considerable time in the leaf pile, she decided to push on while attempting to ignore the irritation. The tender itchiness became more and more conspicuous, but she managed to keep her composure just long enough to reach the large oak tree.

"14 minutes and 25 seconds." Said Mr. Flectcher as he stopped his stopwatch. "That route is about two miles in length. I expect you to run under 12 minutes in a month's time."

"12 minutes?!" Said Charlotte as she clawed at her legs. "Averaging a mile every 6 minutes is hard enough -- but doing so on a hilly terrain is absurd."

"You know, if you're not really serious about this, we can just call it quits right now. I've got no time for slackers."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fletcher. I just a little aggravated since my legs are so itchy."

"Did you fall into a pile of leaves, youngin!?"

"Uh--yea, but I don't see--"

Without uttering another word, Charlotte felt the old man clutch onto her leg. Mr. Fletcher's hand was freezing cold, sending a painful chill up her spine. As she looked down, she saw Mr. Fletchers face mere centimeters away from her leg. He inspected it as if it her leg was a piece of bacteria under a microscope. With his eyesight being so poor, she figured this was the only distance in which he could discern any detail.

"There's nothing on them now, but I'd venture to guess it was Oak Leaf Mites."

"Oh... a-ah, is that dangerous."

"Nah!" Said Mr. Fletcher dismissively. "I've got some ointment that'll take away that itch lickety-split."

The old-man opened up his fanny pack to grab a small tube of anti-itch ointment. Charlotte reached her hand out, expecting the old man to hand it to her; however, the old-man wasn't going to yield his precious ointment so easily.

"This stuff ain't cheap, youngin. I'll be applying it to your legs so don't go wasting all of it."

"Uh--okay. Yea, that's fine."

"The itching will spread if we don't contain it now, so you need to take off your breeches."

"M-my what now?"

"Your breeches. Trousers. Pantaloons. Pants."

"Oh, but then my underwear will be showing."

"Ack!" Growled the old-man. "We're just applying medicine, not performing a peep-show. Besides, I can't see for shit, so your modesty will be preserved."

Charlotte had just paraded around Mr. Fletcher the day before without a single stitch of clothing on her body, but somehow, that seemed less risky since he was unaware of her disposition. With him knowing that she was in her underwear, it made the situation all the more real. Nevertheless, she heeded his advice and slipped off the jogger shorts without protest. The old-man then squeezed the ointment onto his hand as he recklessly applied it to her legs.

"That's a bit rough."

"Pipe down. I don't like this anymore than you do."

His hands touched literally every inch of her legs. There were even moments when his fingers were in-between her thighs, mere inches away from her cooch. As difficult as it was to admit to herself, she was starting to feel a warm, tingly sensation in her nether regions. Of course, it had nothing to do with the old-man, it was solely propagated by the physical stimulation on her body.

"That ought to do for now. I'd avoid wearing the breeches for now, the little buggers are probably hiding in the material."

"B-but... Mr. Fletcher. Working out in my underwear is a bit scandalous, don't you think?"

"Stop your belly aching! There's no one out here to see you -- you're fine!"

"I-I suppose you're right."

"Course I am!" Said Mr. Fletcher as he tossed a pair of gloves at her. "Put on them gloves and get ready for some climbing."

Charlotte promptly put on the tattered climbing gloves. They cushioned her wrists and palms quite well, leaving the fingertips exposed so they could grip onto the bark.

"Alright, yougin. On my mark, I want you to climb up to the third branch from the top."

"How high is that?"

"Oh, I'd say about 25-30 feet. Mind yourself on the descent, the branches can be slippery at this hour."

Chalotte was still fatigued from the run she just completed, so a precarious climb wasn't the best idea in the world. Nevertheless, Mr. Fletcher wasn't someone who could be swayed in matters such as this, so she mentally prepared herself and hoped for the best.

"On your mark, get set, go!"

And with that, Charlotte grabbed onto the first branch, hoisted herself upward and began the climb. She carefully maneuvered herself between and around branches, being mindful of her feet and body position at all times. Part of her embraced the pureness of what she was doing, it brought her back to carefree days in the summertime. The morning air combined with the smell of the oak freshened her mind. She felt like she was entering the zone, flowing freely from branch to branch with no interruption from her cognitive faculties.

"WHOA! Hold on, youngin! You've gone too far."

Charlotte was snapped out of her trance as she immediately looked down toward the ground. Sure enough, she was on the second branch from the top, not the third. She wagered she was probably 35 feet in the air at this point, which didn't sound like a lot -- but rest assured, it was quite alarming. She clutched onto the trunk of the tree as she yelled out,

"Do you have a ladder?! I don't think I can get down."

"Don't panic, youngin. You made it up, and you can make it down. Just take your time."

Easy for him to say. His feet were placed firmly on the ground, while her feet were dangling in the air. She knew at some point she'd need to let go of the trunk and slowly lower herself down to the next branch, but the mere thought made her hands sweaty. "Thank God for the gloves." Thought Charlotte. "If it wasn't for them, my hands wouldn't be able to grip shit."

"Come on, youngin! The more you think about it, the worse it gets."

She knew he was right, but it still didn't mitigate her fear. She would have to concoct some sort of a distraction to divert her attention. Something that would minimize her inner tumult. Charlotte then looked over at her shaky legs, noticing the black underwear covering her most private regions. "Perhaps if I take off my underwear, I'll be more concerned about my nakedness than the height...". Thought Charlotte.

"I don't want to call the fire department, so let's get a move on!"

"Okay, okay! I just had to get in the right mindset."

With no time to waste, Charlotte took her left arm off the trunk and slipped it under the elastic waistband of her underwear. She then had to lean her butt up so she could finagle the under garment off. Soon enough, the underwear pooled around her feet. She then slipped one foot out as the underwear was now draped on her right instep. She twirled it around on her foot, realizing this was the last protection she had for her butt and cooch. Well, to be fair, her sweatshirt was long enough to cover her modesty -- it was like a proxy dress in a sense. That being said, once this thin piece of cloth was gone, the danger increased exponentially. Realizing Mr. Fletcher was growing impatient, she kicked the underwear away as it landed on the branch just below her (the branch she was suppose to stop at).

Serendipity struck in a most unusual way, Charlotte's nerves had completely gone still. The shakiness in her arms and legs had evaporated into thin air. She felt a calm sensation wash over her entire body, allowing her to clear her mind and focus on the task at hand. With this, she let go of the trunk with her other hand and safely maneuvered herself to the third branch from the top. Now this branch was thick enough for her to stand on without any fear of falling down. It was here that she decided to lift up the front of her sweatshirt to gaze at her succulent, shaven pussy. She badly wanted to indulge herself but for a moment. Two minutes is all it would take to relieve her pent up sexual arousal; however, she knew Mr. Fletcher wouldn't tolerate any more delays. She thusly continued her descent, carefully angling her body so as to get down as a safely as possible.

Upon reaching the final branch, she got a bit lackadaisical, causing her to lose her footing and fall into yet another pile of leaves. She expelled a few leaves from her mouth in a pseudo-coughing gesture. Her fingers brushed away the debris in her hair, while straightening out the structure so it didn't look weird.

"Why'd you fall?! I told you those branches were slippery!"

It was nice to know he had no remorse for the tumble she just experienced. She quickly disregarded this as she felt a rustling inside of her sweatshirt. Turns out some of the leaves had gotten inside, so she used her hand to fish them out. Going through the top of the sweatshirt was difficult, so she instead went from the bottom. This motion raised up the sweatshirt itself, exposing her unconcealed cooch. Luckily for her, the leaves did an excellent job of covering her up. So if anyone just happened to walk by, they would be none the wiser.

"Are you ready for the next exercise? What's the hold up!?"

"Nothing, sir. I'm just fixing my hair and removing some leaves from my sweatshirt."

"Oh! For crying out loud! We'll need to nip this in the bud. Quick, take off your sweatshirt so I can rub some ointment on."

Charlotte was flabbergasted by what she just heard. If she were to remove her sweatshirt right now, nothing would be protecting her bottom half. She would be standing in the middle of the woods with only her crop top on. Not only that, Mr. Fletcher would be rubbing her down with ointment. Any passerby would totally interpret this the wrong way, giving off the impression that she was a paid slut. In addition, if Mr. Fletcher got a little careless with his hands, he might accidentally touch her bare nether regions. How could she possibly talk her way out of that?!

"You worry too much, Mr. Fletcher. I'll be fi--"

"Not another word, youngin'. We've got no time to waste, so let's get this done and over with."

And just like that, Charlotte's "defiance" was rebuked. She now would have to face the music by removing her second to last article of clothing. Mr. Fletcher pulled out the tube from his pocket as Charlotte nervously stood up and clutched onto the bottom of her sweatshirt. Her breath became shallow and rapid, fully realizing this completely different from the day before. Yesterday was a controlled environment with no observers, but in the great outdoors, there could be any number of people spying on her. She figured, though, that the faster she got this over with, the faster she could put her sweatshirt back on. She thusly yanked the sweatshirt over her head and tossed it off to the side. Mr. Fletcher squirted some ointment onto his hands as he vigorously lathered up.

"You should stick your arms out to the side, we don't want to miss any spots."

"Yes, Mr. Fletcher."

Charlotte raised her arms upwards and outwards. She was now standing in a "T" pose with her cooch and butt on full display. And given she was wearing a crop top, roughly 75% of her body was completely exposed to the world. With no hint of acknowledgment (given his poor eyesight), Mr. Fletcher proceeded to spread the ointment onto her left arm. His dynamic rubbing caused her body to shake back and forth, causing her breasts to bounce from side to side. Without a bra on, the delightful pair were bouncing to and fro underneath her crop top. Mr. Fletcher finished the left arm as he moved his way towards her back. He started with the sacrum -- about as close to touching her butt without actually touching it. If he went even a half-inch lower, she would have a lot of explaining to do. Luckily, his hands moved north to the middle regions, but that's when she felt some peculiar.

"Wait?! Why are you lifting my shirt up?"

"I've gotta cover your whole back, otherwise you'll be scratching yourself on a tree trunk."

Charlotte relented, knowing full well to argue against Mr. Fletcher. The crop top continued inching higher and higher on her back with each passing second, until it was up to her shoulder blades.

"Alright. Pull the shirt over your head."

Charlotte audibly gasped, flabbergasted by what she just heard. Mr. Fletcher was not oblivious to her distress, so he decided to clarify himself.

"Pull it over your head from the back while still using the front to cover yourself. Similar to how youngins' tan at the beach."

She followed his instructions, slowly clasping the bottom of her crop top and moving it upward. Her pace, as one would expect, was excruciatingly slow. She was about to expose the entire back half of her body, and would be one slip up away from being completely naked in public. I mean, she was technically naked in public yesterday at the gym, but that was a confined environment with no observers. This -- this was pushing her boundaries in ways she couldn't imagine. As she stalled with the shirt, she thought about how she began the day with an eager mindset. She was looking forward to losing her clothes whilst running around in this wooded area. Heck! She even fancied the idea of someone possibly catching of glimpse of her. Analyzing every last inch of her creamy white skin. But now that the moment was here, her eagerness was at its nadir. Her nerves had completely overtaken her, leaving her stupefied.

That's when she had an epiphany... the reason she enthusiastically accepted her nudity yesterday was because she took control of the situation. Sure, Mr. Fletcher unknowingly had her strip down, but she eventually embraced the circumstances wholeheartedly. She chose to be nude! She chose to showcase her body with courage and recklessness. She chose a lascivious, dangerous mindset when any rationale person would have bailed out. For her to regain her composure, she would have to enter the same state of mind that she was in yesterday. Perhaps, even more courage and daringness was needed for this escapade. Though Mr. Fletcher was oblivious to her lewd behavior, she would not allow him to dictate the state of her undress. And with this, Charlotte firmly grabbed onto the bottom of her crop top and yanked it over her head in one swift motion.

She then experienced an out of body experience. There she was, sitting on the branch of the tree she just climbed down from, as she watched her motionless, naked self on the ground. The unthinking Charlotte tossed her crop top off to the side as she pressed her hands into her breasts. "Am I always this absent-minded when I get horny?" Pondered Charlotte. The unthinking Charlotte continued groping her own breasts, even using her fingers to pinch the nipples ever so slightly. Her tongue ran along the bottom of her lips, as her breathing became noticeably more rapid. She then used her left arm to cover up both breasts as she placed her right hand over her cooch, completing the classic naked and embarrassed pose.

"Oh, bravo!" Said the Ethereal Charlotte in a mocking tone. "It's a bit cliché, but... I suppose it's still impressive since we're now naked in a public forest."

Mr. Fletcher then resumed rubbing the ointment on Charlotte's skin. Now the ethereal Charlotte thought this physical stimulation would send her flying back to her body -- thus, allowing her to resume her normal state of mind. But for whatever reason, her two bodies remained separate. All she could do now was watch her physical body and see what happened next. The old-man continued rubbing the ointment on her back side, eventually reaching the tops of the shoulders. He then wiped the remainder on her arm as he closed up the tube and put it back into his pocket.

"Alright, with that out of the way. It's time for some high knee skips. You know how to do those, right?"

The unthinking Charlotte merely nodded her head in a "yes" motion.

"Okay, then." Said Mr. Fletcher. "If I don't grab some sun screen, my schnoz is gonna turn into a tomato. Perform each set for 60 seconds, then take a thirty second break. Do this 5 times. You can take a short breather afterwards until I return."

Mr. Fletcher didn't wait for acknowledgment this time around, as he turned around and hustled towards his car. The real Charlotte began the first set of high knee skips as her ethereal form did the only thing she could do... watch on in awe. The motion of the high knee skip jiggled her body in all the right places. Her butt flexed and squeezed, bounced up and down in a most glorious fashion. Her boobs rhythmically jiggled about, dancing across her chest in a beautiful tango. And her skin glistened under the morning sun, almost as if it were radiating light itself. The sun acted as her spotlight, as she was the main attraction in this woodland paradise.

She continued her routine, as her ethereal body wondered how much longer she would be relegated to the sidelines. Usually when something like this happened, the only thing that would "wake" her up was a strong physical or emotional stimulus. But if nothing like that occurred, she could be stuck in this mindless, naked state for some time. "How long do you plan on exhibiting yourself, girl? And what will it take to break the spell?" Said the Ethereal Charlotte.

The physical Charlotte completed the last set of high knee skips before resting her hand against a tree. She caught her breath for a moment before transfixing her gaze on something off in the distance. Mouth slightly agape, the physical Charlotte moved her way forward as her Ethereal form wasn't too far off. Charlotte's physical body carelessly brushed up against the leaves and twigs of various bushes. She was making quite the ruckus, worrying her Ethereal form that she might draw unneeded attention to herself. Nevertheless, besides Mr. Fletcher, she hadn't seen anyone in these woods all morning. It would seem her chances of getting caught were virtually zero. This notion was a huge relief, yet she couldn't help but wonder what captured her physical body's attention.

It wouldn't be long before the answer smacked her in the face like an open-hand slap. While her physical body stayed concealed behind a bush, her ethereal body saw what had captured her interest. "A-a man... and he's fishing." Thought the Ethereal Charlotte. Something this jarring would typically send her ethereal body back to where it belonged... but it didn't. Perhaps her courageousness at the gym yesterday made her somewhat immune to normal fears. Which meant that her physical body would have to push her boundaries even further before she regained "consciousness." "But how far will she go this time?" Wondered the Ethereal Charlotte.

The physical Charlotte began by gliding the backside of her fingers up her sides. The elongated motion really highlighted the curves around her hips and chest area. Upon reaching the armpits, she flipped her hands over and started caressing her beautiful breasts. She really took her time here, using her pointer finger and middle finger to gently squeeze on her protruding nipples. The slight pain/arousal caused her to bite the bottom part of her lip. While this was going on, the Ethereal Charlotte recognized that the man had not taken notice of what was happening behind him. He simply recasted his line time and time again, hoping that something would eventually bite. Turns out, this type of neglect didn't suit the physical Charlotte. So with breasts still in hand, she began a ginger walk toward the unknown man.

It wasn't long before the bush no longer concealed her, meaning that if the man turned around, he'd have quite the welcomed surprise. His priorities, however, we're still on the fish. The physical Charlotte continued her relaxed stroll, as she was now only five feet away from him. She then released the grip on her breasts and extended her hands outward toward the man. The Ethereal Charlotte was going into panic mode. One simple touch would alert the man to her presence, leaving her nowhere to hide. Her clothes were so far away that they might as well not even exist. She wasn't just pushing the envelope at this point, she was burning down the entire mailbox. "But what can I do? I still have no control!" Before she could contemplate this further, the physical Charlotte had placed her delicate hands on the man's face, covering up his eyes.

"Uh... excuse me?" Queried the man.

This simple remark jolted Charlotte back into her body, sending her into a full panic. She was now in control, and she was standing completely naked with her hands covering the man's eyes. What could she do? What could she say? Was there anyway of getting out of this?!

"Look." Said the worried man. "I don't have a lot on me, but you can take my wallet. It's in my right back pocket."

Charlotte peered down at the man's right back pocket, noticing a bulge protruding from his pants. She didn't want to steal from him, but this could be her ticket out of this situation. She thusly played along, retrieving the wallet from the man's back pocket.

"Keep your eyes closed. I don't want to hurt you."

"Yes, yes. Of course."

Although she wanted to flee the scene, she had to play along with the situation. She thumbed through the wallet, noticing that the man's name was Jayson. Further perusing revealed that he had seventeen dollars, a couple of credit cards, and an unused condom. She turned the condom over, noticing that it expired over three years ago.

"So, no sex in the last three years, Jason?"

"N-not exactly. I'm sort of in between relationships right now."

"A three year-old expired condom? I'd say you're out of the game at this point."

"Well... y-you know... women aren't quite forthcoming these days."

"Well, Jason. A naked woman isn't just going to walk up and offer herself to you. You've gotta learn some finesse."

"Look, Lady. Can you just take my stuff and leave already. I don't need you to remind me of my pathetic love life."

Though Charlotte was disgusted with Jason's meekness, she realized he was a reflection of her previous self. Her life was defined by passivity and inaction. It wasn't until she liberated herself through nudity that she kindled a flame of confidence within herself. It was the greatest thing in the world to break out of her metaphorical shell, and now she wanted to help Jason do the same thing.

"Look, Jason. I've had self confidence issues my whole life. And trust me when I say this, you need to forcibly break free from your shell if you ever want to experience true happiness."

"Pssh... what other lines did you memorize from a self-help book?"

Without warning, Charlotte grabbed onto Jason's pants and underwear, and pulled it all down in one fell swoop. The young man was so flabbergasted by what just happened that he was utterly speechless. Thinking that the girl still had a weapon, he didn't dare retaliate. But he did take a moment to look down at his exposed legs and penis.

"Have you ever shown yourself in public before?"

"U-uh... no." Responded Jason softly.

"Raise your arms to the sky."

Jayson followed her command without question. Once done, she yanked the shirt off of him and tossed it into the water.

"I hope your better at fishing for shirts than you are for real fish. Now step out of your pants."

With his shoes still on, it was a bit tricky, but with some finagling, he was able to complete the task. He was now standing completely naked with only his shoes and socks on.

"How do you feel?"

"Mortified."

Just then, Charlotte placed her hand on Jason's right hip and slowly inched it closer to his shaft. With his attention drawn to her delicate fingers, much of his anxiety washed away. He could think of nothing more than how great it would feel to have her hands around his increasingly erect penis. And before he knew it, her hand had reached that exact location. She then leisurely stroked his penis, allowing him to slowly build up his erection.

"I can't believe this is happening."

Charlotte didn't respond to this, that's because while stroking Jason, she was also fingering herself. As she edged herself, she could feel Jason's penis reaching its maximum length and girth. It was so hard and veiny that she imagined what it would feel like inside of her. Surely she couldn't have sex with some random stranger in public. Jerking him off while getting herself off was plenty crazy enough. Nevertheless, this, along with a million other thoughts raced through her mind.

"Oh, my god! I'm going to cum!"

Charlotte was also on the verge of cumming, but she wanted to do something extra to cap off this moment. She released her left hand from her clit and did something that utterly shocked Jayson. She pressed her entire naked body into his backside. With her breasts smushed into his back, she rubbed her clit on his right butt cheek. Jayson, being a mere mortal, ejaculated loads of jizz all over Charlotte's hand and onto the ground. The resulting spasms from Jason forced Charlotte to go over the edge, as well. She moaned softly while convulsing back and forth into Jason's body.

The two took a moment to bask in the situation. Both of them had pushed their boundaries further than they could have ever imagined... and it felt great. That being said, Charlotte's legs began to quiver as she backed away to regain her composure. She could really use a drink of water right now, but she figured she'd get one when she returned to Mr. Fletcher. Before she did that, however, she tided up her hair so that she looked her best.

"Well... would you like to take a look. I think you've deserved it."

"I would love to... but something about this moment feels..."

"Feels what?" Responded Charlotte with her face blushing.

"Indescribable."

Charlotte had an idea of what he was talking about, in fact, she felt it, too. Any further, unnecessary dialogue would taint the sublime moment they just experienced. But at the same time, she wanted to meet up with him again. She then remembered his license, promptly picking it up from the ground. She quickly memorized his address before placing it back into his wallet. She left the wallet on a nearby rock, fully intent on making her way back to Mr. Fletcher. However, she wanted to do one more thing before she left. She walked up behind Jason, placed her boobs against his back once again, leaned over his shoulder, and gave him a peck on the cheek. Though she couldn't see his face, she could sense the embarrassment, but there was an innocence to it. She could feel a genuine affection, and this too made her feel slightly embarrassed.

With that, she scampered off to finish her workout routine with Mr. Fletcher. The old-man, as expected, was none so happy with her prolonged absence. But she managed to finish his grueling routine without him ever noticing that she was naked. On her way home, she couldn't stop thinking about her encounter with Jason. Whats more, she couldn't stop thinking of ways of getting him involved in even more dangerous escapades in the future. But with her body spent, it would all have to wait until another time.