Roadside Rescue

"Not again. Come on, you stupid thing." Charlotte jerked the gear stick in every direction when her car started to seize up, pumping the gas in the hopes of preventing it from stalling. But no matter what she did, her car seemed intent on suffering a slow death by the roadside, chugging along until the engine couldn't go on any longer. "Just a few more miles, that's all."

It drove on for another quarter mile, skidding aimlessly along the water-logged road. It lurched as the engine took its last few gasping breaths before falling dead silent. Charlotte used the remaining momentum to guide herself off the main road and park up on a patch of muddy terrain, slamming her hands against the steering wheel once she came to a halt. Out of sheer desperation, Charlotte turned the key and tried in vain to breathe life into the Civic, giving up when it wouldn't even begin to turn over.

She retrieved her phone and quietly prayed that it wasn't too late for her to call out a tow truck to get her home, only to discover the low battery symbol flashing on her screen before it powered down altogether.

"Dammit! Give me a break," Charlotte sighed, left wondering what she had done to cause herself such a steady string of misfortunes, all of which seemed to be concentrated on one single night.

It was Halloween, and Charlotte was finally able to return home after what had proven to be one of the most demanding years of her life up to that point. The nineteen-year-old had fully expected her first year of college to be a demanding one, having undertaken enough research beforehand to prepare herself to avoid any unwanted surprises. But nothing could quite prepare her for the actual workload.

She spent most nights stuck in her dorm room tiredly reading her text books and taking notes, stuck writing essays until her fingers became numb. College wasn't the days and nights of partying and relaxation that the movies had depicted, she barely had enough time to breathe. Charlotte was just glad to get some time away before the cycle of studying and exams kicked back into gear.

Charlotte's parents were exuberant to have their eldest daughter back home. They had thrown a small welcoming party for her to celebrate the end of a successful first year. It gave her a chance to catch-up with her former school friends and neighbors, finding out about the events around town that she had missed out on during her time away. Predictably, nothing too exciting had occurred in her absence, not that she had expected much from a town that was the definition of Middle America.

Naturally, upon discovering her return, a small group of Charlotte's friends put together their own plan to celebrate her return in explosive fashion, all orchestrated by Jessica Peters. Charlotte spent almost a week preparing for the occasion, spending hours at the mall scouring the Halloween pop-up stores for the right outfit, settling on a rather risqué Barbie costume. She made sure that her hair and nails were perfect, deciding to fork out to have them done at a salon rather than cheaping out and doing it herself. When the night finally arrived, Charlotte was at her most dazzling.

The night had started off normally enough, with the group selecting 'The Pyramid' as the venue for their night of excitement. It was a nightclub that didn't have the best reputation, located on the other side of town, and far enough away from home for her to avoid any familiar faces. Still being a few years shy of the legal drinking age, Charlotte had paid out just over a fifty dollars for a fake ID, one so poorly made that her photo had already started to peel away from the plastic. Fortunately, the club's bouncers were in the habit of overlooking such inconsistencies in return for a small 'donation.'

Charlotte spent the first hour partying with her friends, using it as a chance to rid herself of the pressure that had built up in such a short period. Her intent had been to stick with her friends throughout the evening, partying the night away like they were back in high school. It came as little surprise when her friends were instead picked off one-by-one as the hours ticked by, drawn away by men who were in the mood for something more than dancing. Over time, Charlotte found herself stuck at the center of the dance-floor, dancing by herself.

It was far from the girl's night out she had envisioned when she agreed to take part, stuck in the middle of a mass of writhing bodies moving to the DJ's set piece, doing her best to maintain a positive vibe. Inevitably, Charlotte soon became the next target for any red-blooded males who hadn't yet paired off with one of the countless costume-clad beauties that could be found within the club.

Charlotte easily stood out from the rest of the crowd, thanks in large part to her flowing golden hair and statuesque profile, made all the more enticing thanks to the metallic pink wrap-around dress that clung to every curve. Her long, pale legs were accentuated by a pair of pink three-inch, round-toed heels. Within moments of being abandoned, Charlotte was inundated with offers to join her by opportunists.

For the most part, Charlotte politely declined the proposals that came her way, opting to enjoy the evening the way she had intended to, finding the prospect of being felt up by a nameless stranger incredibly unappealing. A short break between tracks provided Charlotte with the opportunity to give her body a break, along with the hope that she might catch sight of her friends. The only glimpse she caught of anyone came when she made it back to the bar, spotting a slightly tipsy Jessica being led by the hand towards the men's bathroom.

Ordering an alcohol-light drink, conscious that she still needed to drive herself home, Charlotte was quickly pounced upon by Marcus. He was well-dressed, incredibly tall, and his chiseled facial features were enough to set him apart from the sleazes who had pestered her throughout the night. Despite being a good decade older than her, he certainly fit the bill in terms of attraction, from his deep, rumbling voice to his hazel eyes. She struck up an easy conversation with him, discussing her major at college and the various topics that it encompassed, eagerly listening to him as he brought up his own work.

Marcus felt like the sort of man she would be comfortable enough going back to his place for a night of passionate rutting, which made it all the more disappointing when he instead pointed a finger in the direction of the dirty bathroom her friend Jessica had been pulled into. Without a further word, Charlotte threw the contents of her glass in Marcus's face and grabbed her purse. She stormed out of the club and hopped back in her car, shooting Melissa and Jessica a quick text before heading to her parent's home in a rage, pushing her old Honda a little harder than she should have.

Charlotte attempted to turn the key once again, fully aware that it was a futile effort given the array of blinking lights that appeared on the instrument cluster, listening to the engine stuttering before refusing to make any further sound. Slamming her hand against the dashboard, Charlotte sat back tried to troubleshoot, trying to remember the basics of car maintenance that her father had taught her when he purchased the Honda for her as a birthday present. But nothing she could think of would rectify the problem, not even the tried and tested method of banging the vinyl dashboard with her fist until something happened.

"How could this night get any worse?" Charlotte muttered darkly, feeling the urge to pull her hair out when the sound of thunder rolled across the sky, bringing with it a rainfall that quickly evolved into a downpour. "That'll teach me to keep my mouth shut!"

With little choice, Charlotte unbuckled her seatbelt and reached around to retrieve a pink sun-bleached umbrella. She pressed her face against the driver's window and tried to look beyond the rainwater streaming down it, just to make sure that no other cars were approaching before she stepped out. Reluctantly, Charlotte pulled the handle and opened the driver's door, erecting the canopy of her umbrella as stepped out onto the wet dirt road, teetering in her high heels as she wandered over to the hood. Holding the umbrella up, Charlotte reached beneath the lip of the hood and searched for the release latch, standing back when a sudden gust of wind threw it open and threatened to wrench the umbrella from her grip.

With the wind howling around her, she glanced at the engine bay and searched for the cause of her problem. Charlotte wrinkled her nose when her examination was met by a plume of pungent smoke that wafted from the depths of the engine bay. A dim street lamp above offered her a meager source of light, just enough for her to determine that her once reliable Honda had reached the end of its lifespan. With her situation only growing more dire by the second, Charlotte turned an assessed her surroundings, cursing when she found nothing but a boarded-up gas station and a shattered phone booth, nothing that could offer any real help.

Lacking any immediate means of getting out of her predicament, Charlotte closed her umbrella and ducked back into her car, glad to be out of the rain at the very least. Dripping wet and shivering, fiddled with the settings of her air conditioner, turning every single dial. The heating came on for a moment, shutting down after just thirty seconds. With her frustration growing by the second, she spent a short while messing with the radio, hoping she could at least find a station that would help her to pass the time until help arrived.

There was little Charlotte could do while she waited. With nothing but a garbled classical music station to cut through the sound of rain drops slapping against the windscreen, Charlotte decided to roll her seat back kick her heeled-feet up onto the dashboard. It wasn't the most comfortable position to be in, but it was suitable enough to allow Charlotte to drop off, lulled to sleep by the operatic overture that poured from the tinny speakers.

Charlotte couldn't be too sure how long she had been asleep for by the time she was roused from her slumber, the digital clock on her dashboard vanished when the battery of the Honda finally ran out of juice. She stifled a yawn, but any trace of tiredness disappeared when a pair of bright headlights illuminated the interior of the car. As elated as she was to finally be found, Charlotte had seen enough horror movies to know that one should always be cautious when it came to being approached by a strange car on a cold rainy night. Halloween in particular.

Narrowing her eyes, Charlotte tried to look in her wing mirror, but she couldn't make anything out due to the sheer volume of water streaming down the glass. She wiped away the condensation and made out the outline of a figure hopping out of the car behind her. She couldn't see any details beyond his clearly masculine physique, and a sense of trepidation filled her as the figure trudged towards her.

Charlotte stayed calm, trusting that the new arrival had purely benevolent intentions. However, that thought didn't stop her heart from pounding fearfully in her chest. The figure arrived at the driver's side door and crouched down, tapping on the glass. The young woman steeled her nerves and used the manual winder to crank the window down, and an immense relief trickled throughout her system when she recognized the friendly face that was staring back at her.

"Mr. Travers?" Charlotte placed her hand on her chest, looking into the warm, dark eyes of her next-door neighbor. "Is that really you?"

Returning home for Charlotte meant there was the likely chance that she would bump into her Carl Travers again, though she could never have predicted that their reunion would occur under such odd circumstances.

Carl moved into the neighborhood after he relocated his modest law firm to the small town, driven by the ambition to escape the stresses that came with life in the big city, wanting the opportunity to slow down and enjoy life following a rather tumultuous divorce. His intelligence was just as fierce as his wit, and he was almost solely responsible for sparking Charlotte's interest in law as a potential career choice.

But her interest in her neighbor went beyond a fascination with his work. Carl was an incredibly handsome man, with a dark complexion and defined facial features that never failed to turn the heads of interested women whenever he entered a room. Despite not being the sort of man who flaunted his wealth, everyone around in Charlotte's unassuming neighborhood knew Carl was fairly well off, even after his divorce. His suits were tailor-made, he never owned a car for longer than a couple of years before exchanging it for the latest model, a philosophy that also applied to his dating habits.

It was rare to see him with one woman for more than a month, always quick to lose interest in those he dated, something Charlotte theorized was a consequence of his rather chaotic divorce. Occasionally, Charlotte was able to witness Carl bringing his dates home, and each one was just as stunning as the last. They exuded glamor, dressed in the sort of dresses and gowns that made it obvious they had been treated to an expensive night on the town.

For years, Charlotte dreamt about being one of those women, filled with arousing thoughts of what a night with him would be like. As she stared at the visage of the fifty-one-year-old, Charlotte realized that her fantasy hadn't diminished one bit. A warmth surged through her.

"In the flesh." Carl Travers flashed a toothy smile, raising his voice just enough for him to be heard over the splashing of rain against the muddy ground. He looked around, then gave Charlotte a confused look. "I thought I saw something that looked a hell of a lot like your car as I was passing by. Imagine my surprise when I checked the license plate and realized it was actually you."

"Now imagine my surprise when I realized it was you instead of some psychotic axe-murderer," Charlotte said.

"No axe, I'm afraid. Only an umbrella," Carl smiled, giving his umbrella a quick twirl. "What the hell are you doing all the way out here? We're about an hour away from home. I shouldn't have to say this, but this area isn't exactly the sort of place a young lady should be all on her own. The local creeps love to camp out in that gas station."

"I was meant to be painting the town red with some of my friends." Charlotte sat back and presented her rain-tarnished appearance to Carl. "Instead, I'm stuck out in the middle of nowhere, I'm wet and cold, and I own a car that's now only worth its scrap value."

"One of those nights then?" Carl pulled the door open and made space under his umbrella, extending a hand to Charlotte. "Come on, let's get you into my car. We can leave yours here and pick it up in the morning. Or we can just abandon it, let the locals get a kick out of beating the hell out of it."

"Thank you."

Charlotte climbed out, almost losing her balance when a sudden gust of wind struck her. Carl wrapped his arm around her shoulders to keep her from falling face first into the mud, keeping Charlotte close to him as they ran over to the passenger's side of his Mercedes. Charlotte shut her eyes and relaxed as she settled into the heated leather seat, holding her hands up to the vents to warm herself up.

"Talk about a freak storm. The weather reports all promised a warm, dry evening. Then again, it's Halloween. A dark and stormy night is pretty much the expectation for the occasion." Carl shook the droplets of water from his umbrella and tossed it onto the back seat, shrugging off his damp overcoat. He joined Charlotte and turned up the heating to its max setting, pulling away from the old gas station. "From the looks of things, this could end up being the mother of all storms."

"I really don't know what I would have done if you hadn't appeared," Charlotte said, holding up her drained phone. "I couldn't even call anyone."

"Luck really wasn't on your side tonight, huh?" Carl shook his head, smiling as he shot down the empty road.

"Until you arrived," Charlotte reminded him, tipping her head curiously. "By the way, you never said what you were doing all the way out here either."

"Housesitting," Carl replied, setting the windscreen wipers to their fastest setting. "I have a friend who needed to make an emergency trip up North, his aunt in Toronto had a bad accident. Broken hip I think. He's got a couple of very demanding cats that needed looking after, and he couldn't get a hold of anyone who could take them in on such short notice. I didn't have much else going on, so I decided to offer a helping hand."

"I wondered why I didn't see you when I got back."

"Sorry I missed the party. You know I would have loved to have been there, but things have been a little hectic at the moment," Carl said, offering Charlotte an apologetic look. "I haven't been home in a week. If I'm not at the office, I'm running around town trying to find a store that sells a very specific brand of cat food. The snobby bastards won't eat anything but the very best stuff."

"Snobby cats? I'd love to meet them," Charlotte's eyes twinkled.

"You could, if you wanted to," Carl suggested. He dropped his speed considerably and increased the brightness of his headlights, but still struggled to see more than a few yards ahead of him. "Because I don't think I'll be able to drive you all the way home. We're going to end up skidding off the road if we keep going like this."

"Are you inviting me to spend the night at your friend's place?" Charlotte asked, ignoring the intense heat that suddenly developed between her thighs.

"I think it would safer for the both of us to get out of this storm as soon as we can," Carl replied, making a quick u-turn. "I'm sure Leon won't mind you staying there. God knows he's brought his fair share of women there over the years."

The pair drove on for another ten minutes, with Carl occasionally pulling off the main road to avoid the forceful gusts that slammed the side of the car. Reaching a fork in the road, Carl turned left and drove down an S-shaped path that cut through the dense forest. Hearing the crunching of gravel beneath the Mercedes' tires, Charlotte sat up and saw a log cabin that was sat alongside a river that was flowing faster than usual. The cabin only had a single floor, designed in a manner that combined the old homestead esthetic with a modern wrap-around glass look.

"Wow." Charlotte stared at the cabin. "I wasn't expecting this."

"Leon is the sort of guy that prioritizes privacy above all. Nature, peace, and the perfect spot for fishing. He's got everything a man could want out here." Carl parked as close as he could to the porch and retrieved his umbrella. "Wait here. I'll get you inside."

Charlotte watched Carl as he dashed around the front of the car. He opened the door and wrapped his large hand around Charlotte's, providing her with some much-needed balance as they scurried across the wet gravel. Carl unlocked the heavy oak door and pushed it back, standing aside to let Charlotte escape the howling wind and freezing rainwater. He fumbled around in the darkness, running his hand along the wall in the foyer to locate the light switch. Flipping the switch, he held back a laugh as Charlotte gazed at the interior of the cabin with awe in her eyes.

"Impressed?"

"Incredibly," Charlotte nodded.

It was apparent that no expense had been spared in the cabin's design. The walls were decorated with upcycled wooden panels, likely salvaged from old barns that had been torn down to make way for the town's expansion plans. A bear-skin rug sat directly in front of a stone fireplace, and again Charlotte found a blend of old and new when her eyes landed on the stylish furniture that conformed to a black and stainless steel look. The open-plan design meant that Charlotte could look at the interior almost in its entirety, and a stretch of soundproof windows gave her the perfect view of the river beyond. A few Halloween decorations were dotted around the main living room, including a pair of plastic pumpkins that sat on either side of the fireplace.

"To be honest, I'm not too keen on it. I like a bit of peace as much as anyone, but being in the middle of nowhere for an extended period will make you go stir crazy." Carl slipped off his suit jacket and folded it across a wingback armchair. With his back turned, Charlotte took the chance to examine his muscular torso. Age did nothing to adversely affect Carl's physique, he remained as magnetic as he was when Charlotte first met him so many years before. "You must be cold."

"Kinda," Charlotte said, rubbing her bare arms. "If I'd known that the weather was going to take a turn, I would've dressed-"

"Less like a Barbie doll?" Carl smirked, folding his strong arms.

"Pretty much," Charlotte looked down at her pink ensemble. "I didn't even bring a coat."

"Take a seat on the couch. I'll get a fire going."

"How long do you think you're going to be staying here?" Charlotte walked over to the large leather couch and sat down right next to the armrest, crossing her pale legs. "Do you know when your friend might be coming back?"

"It's all up in the air at the minute." Carl approached the fireplace and crouched, tossing a set of logs into the pit. He twisted a pair of dials and triggered a small fire, and a few jabs with an iron poker were enough to get things going. "I don't mind. It's close enough to the office for it to not be an inconvenience, I've got more fresh air than I know what to do with, and now I've got an interesting ladyfriend to keep me from getting bored."

"So I'm your ladyfriend now?" Charlotte forced out a weak laugh, clutching her stomach as she felt it flutter uncontrollably.

"What else would you be? You're no longer the shy girl who always ran out of the room whenever I entered it," Carl said, bringing a rosy blush to his young neighbor's cheeks.

"I can't believe you remember that," Charlotte groaned, hiding her embarrassment behind her hands.

"You used to say one word to greet me and scurried away before I had the chance to say 'hello." Carl laughed as Charlotte buried her face even further into the palms of her hands. Once he had a steady fire going, he entered the kitchen and turned on the coffee maker that sat on the island. "For a few years, I was convinced that you were almost mute."

"Oh God," Charlotte murmured.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about. You had a crush and you were at an age where you didn't know how to deal with it." Carl picked up a mug and placed it within the coffee maker, drumming his fingers against the marble top as a stream of dark liquid spilled from the nozzle. "My daughters were the same way. They retreated into their shells whenever they bumped into one of their crushes."

"I'm really sorry about that," Charlotte said, meeting Carl's gaze.

"Don't be. You got over it eventually. The fact that we're speaking in complete sentences to one another is proof of that." Carl grabbed the mug and carried it over to Charlotte. "It's like I said, you've blossomed into a vibrant woman. An incredibly beautiful woman."

"A beautiful woman who seems to attract the scuzziest guys out there." Charlotte blew on the surface of her coffee, taking the smallest sip once it had cooled down enough. "After my friends ditched me, I thought I would find a nice guy to spend the night with. Instead, I had to put up with some creep whose idea of a romantic evening was doing it in a bathroom stall."

"Jeez, nothing went your way tonight," Carl joked, sitting down next to the blonde. "Just one unfortunate incident after another."

"Well, that's not entirely true," Charlotte said, looking down at her mug, keeping her breathing under control. With Carl just inches away, her mind exploded with more emotions than she could cope with. "You're an incredibly nice guy. And I'm technically spending the night with you."

"When you put it like that, I suppose you're right." Carl set his hand down on Charlotte's thigh and held it there for a moment. "You're still freezing. Come on, let's get you closer to the fire."

"O-Okay," Charlotte stuttered. Carl removed his hand, but she could still feel the warmth it provided on her pale skin. She stood and walked unsteadily towards the rug, observing Carl as he poked and prodded the logs. Charlotte set herself down, feeling the thick fur tickling her long legs as she sprawled out. "I really can't thank you enough for this, Mr. Travers."

"You know you can call me Carl," Carl said, encouraging the nervous blonde to move closer to him and join him by the gently crackling fire. "We've known each other for a long time, you don't need to be so formal."

"Sorry. Force of habit," Charlotte responded shyly. She shuffled up to Carl and pressed up against him, sucking in a breath when he laced his arm around her waist to help warm her up. "I'm just used to seeing you as this figure of authority, using your first name will take some getting used to."

"You'll get the hang of it in time," Carl assured her. "By the way, how's college? I was pleasantly surprised when I found out you wanted to get involved in law. I wasn't aware that you had any interest in it."

"I have you to thank for planting that seed in my mind," Charlotte admitted, closing her eyes as Carl's fingers slowly traced the curve of her hip. "Because of you, I wanted to become a lawyer more than anything. Once it came time to decide what I was going to do once I went to college, there wasn't a single doubt in my mind."

"Really?" Carl asked, surprised by the revelation. "I had a feeling that I played a small role in your decision. I didn't know that I was solely responsible for it. Why didn't you come to me? I would have been more than happy to help out with your college applications. Plus, I could have put in a good word for you."

"I didn't want to bother you," Charlotte shrugged, lowering her head. It was far from the truth. Time didn't lessen the shyness she felt whenever she was in Carl's presence. "You've always been a busy man. I didn't want to feel like a nuisance."

"You could never be a nuisance to me," Carl said, giving Charlotte a comforting squeeze with his arm. "I've watched you grow up. Your parents are some of my closest friends. Hell, you're practically family to me. Whenever you need me, all you have to do is ask. Alright?"

"Alright," Charlotte agreed. She watched the fire in silence, observing the flames as they danced and flickered within the stone pit. A debate raged in her mind. Charlotte spent an inordinate amount of time going back and forth with herself, all concerning a single question she wasn't sure she was brave enough to utter. Just when she was certain it would remain unsaid, a sudden burst of courage wrenched it from her lips. "Carl?"

"Yes?"

"Do you want me?" Charlotte asked, cringing at how almost childish she sounded.

"Want you?" Carl turned to the younger woman, confusion written on his handsome face. It only took a quick glance at her awkward expression for him to understand what Charlotte had meant. "Sexually?"

"Yeah," Charlotte said, growing more light-headed by the second. But it was too late to turn back. "I used to spy on you sometimes, watching you return home with your dates. I always felt so jealous of them, that they got to spend the night with you in a way I could only dream of."

"So that's why the blinds in your bedroom window used to twitch from time to time," Carl said, absorbing Charlotte's revelation.

"I guess I wasn't as subtle as I thought," Charlotte let out a shaky laugh.

"Not even close," Carl said, flashing a disarming smile. He placed his hand on top of Charlotte's and encouraged her to meet his gaze, adopting a more serious tone. "Charlotte, you have to understand what you're saying. I've known you for a long time. You're also the same age as my youngest daughter."

"I know. If you hadn't turned up tonight, I probably would never have admitted how I felt," Charlotte said, becoming lost in the older man's eyes. "Fate seems to have a way of butting in."

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Carl moved his hand up to Charlotte's thigh, just below the hem of her skirt. "Because I've been known to leave quite an impression on the women I make love to."

"I think I'd like to find that out for myself," Charlotte replied, biting her bottom lip.

"If you insist."

Carl cupped Charlotte's chin and tipped his head, planting his lips upon hers. The first kiss was a tender one, a way of testing just how far she was willing to go. When she proved to be more than receptive to the first, Carl followed it with another. Gradually, their embrace became more heated, until Charlotte finally opened her lips and permitted entry for Carl's determined tongue.

"Hmff," Charlotte hummed, feeling Carl's tongue rolling across hers. The kiss was unlike any other, the confidence behind ignited a fire within her. Compared to the kisses she had shared with ex-boyfriend, Carl made her understand what it was like to be with someone who truly knew what they were doing. "God..."

"You're not too bad yourself," Carl chuckled, letting his hand skate beneath Charlotte's skirt. As things heated up, Carl took the initiative and carefully pushed Charlotte backwards, setting her down on the rug. He pushed her thighs apart to provide himself with enough space to take his place between them. "Still sure you want to go through with this?"

"I've waited a long time for this. I can't wait any longer," Charlotte gasped out when Carl's tent touched her drenched thong. She returned his kisses, battling his obviously experienced tongue. "Please. I need to feel you in me."

"I hoped you would say that." Carl removed his leather belt and shoved his stylish suit-pants down, removing his boxers to free his dark, twitching cock. He spread Charlotte's legs a little wider and moved the slip of her thong to one side, a primal growl built in the back of his throat once her tight slit came into view. Carl held his shaft and brought his bulbous tip in line with Charlotte's dripping opening. Before he could penetrate her, a sudden burst of wisdom froze him in place. "Dammit. I don't know if Leon has any rubbers around here."

"Wait!" Charlotte wrapped her hand around Carl's manhood before he could pull it away. Awe shot through her as she felt it throb against her fingertips, the size of it was beyond her wildest expectations. Even as she questioned whether she could even take it, Charlotte knew there was no way she could stand another second of not having it embedded in her. "I need you. Now."

"That's a big risk, Charlotte," Carl frowned.

"I'll worry about that tomorrow. Right now, all I can think about is being with you." Charlotte raised her legs and wrapped them around Carl, locking them in place. She pecked his lips, quivering with excitement as she looked at the black cock-head dangling a few inches from her sex. "Take me."

"What the lady wants, the lady gets." Carl sank down, applying enough pressure for his tip to breach Charlotte's sex. He held her firmly, keeping her stable as he threaded the first couple of inches into her sinfully tight canal. From experience, he understood that it was better to allow his lovers to have time to adjust to his substantial girth. "You doing alright?"

"Y-Yes," Charlotte panted, squeezing her eyes as Carl stretched her out. A sharp pain came with every inch that entered her, but the pleasure that followed felt euphoric. "I had a feeling that you were big. Just not this big."

"I get that all the time," Carl grunted, resisting the urge to plant his cock fully in one quick go. He continued his staggered descent, genuinely amazed by how much of his length Charlotte could take. Making the final push, Carl buried his manhood in its entirety, filling his young neighbor completely, embedding his erection within the snug confines of her womanhood. "That's it. I'm all in."

"I-I thought you were going to tear me apart for a moment there," Charlotte said, hardly able to keep her breathing under control. She fidgeted for a moment, growing used to having Carl's oversized appendage lodged between her silky walls.

"Don't worry, baby. You're in safe hands tonight." Carl kissed Charlotte's neck and began to pump his hips, sliding his member in and out with precise motions. "I have every intention of making you feel like a woman, Charlotte. You alright with that?"

"Absolutely," Charlotte hummed, delirious with lust.

With each cycle, Carl built up speed and plowed into Charlotte with more force, reassured by her sweet moans that she could absorb every blow without struggle. Satisfaction filled him when Charlotte responded to his hammering blows by crossing her ankles at the small of his back, urging his cock to slide even deeper. The pair worked in tandem, moving back and forth in a mechanical fashion, incrementally increasing their speed as adrenaline flooded their veins.

"F-F-Fuck me, Carl!" Charlotte nestled her face in the crook of Carl's shoulder, hardly able to breathe when the effects of their frantic rutting took hold. He moved with such ferocity that she raised Charlotte off the rug and brought her crashing back down. "Please! Don't hold back!"

"Don't worry, the best is yet to come." Carl lowered her lips to Charlotte's neck and planted a series of kisses along it, leaving pale red prints wherever he made contact. Their lips reconnected, and Carl plundered the younger woman's mouth without any restraint, pounding with such severity that the wooden floor creaked loudly beneath them. "Would you like me to kick things up a notch?"

"Yes!" Charlotte's eyes flared, unfiltered arousal seizing complete control over her. Carl had pulled down the top of her dress to reveal the sheer black bra that contained her luscious breasts. Her silky hair soon became a tangled mass of curls and knots, the result of Carl's wandering fingers. And thanks to the heat that radiated from the fireplace, a thin sheen of sweat had developed on Charlotte's creamy skin. The eroticism of the whole thing drove her wild. "Make me feel naughty!"

"I'll do more than that," Carl spoke in a husky drawl.

Carl reached his full speed and plunged between Charlotte's legs without restraint, deliberately pressing their breasts together as they neared the end. When a shattering climax consumed Charlotte, Carl rushed towards her own, aware that she had little time left. Using all her stamina, Carl growled and violently surged in and out of the brunette, pulling Charlotte's bra down to reveal her milky breasts.

"Harder," Charlotte cried.

"You're made of tough stuff. Most women I've made love to usually need two or three rounds before they feel comfortable enough for me to hit them with both barrels," Carl said, impressed by the blonde's resilience. He rose and paused for a moment, staring at his young lover with his calculating eyes. He came crashing back down with staggering force, striking powerfully enough to knock the air from Charlotte's lungs. "Try and keep up. I want to see what your limit is."

"Me too!" Charlotte exclaimed. There was little she could do once Carl's onslaught hit its peak. A fraction of a second passed between each thrust, nowhere near enough time for Charlotte to properly readjust herself. She became frantic, sinking deeper into a state of intoxicating sexual bliss. "I could do this all night long."

"Good. Because I have no intention of getting a wink of sleep tonight," Carl promised.

"W-Will you give me some time to recuperate at least?" Charlotte joked, shaking uncontrollably as a barrage of orgasmic waves struck her.

"I'm sure we can find some time to relax," Carl said. He drilled into Charlotte's pussy repeatedly, and it took every ounce of willpower he possessed to not bring things to a close so soon. But even a man as experienced as Carl could only go for so long, especially when the temptation to spill his seed into such a perfect specimen of femininity was so strong. "I'm just about ready to blow. Do you want me to pull out?"

"No! I-I want to feel it," Charlotte's eyes flared, brimming with carnal madness.

"That's what I thought," Carl smirked. He pounded away until the muscles in his arms and legs burned, pinning Charlotte under the weight of his harsh blows. He froze mid-thrust, gnashing his teeth together as he flooded Charlotte's sex with a torrent of hot sperm, dousing her fertile body with a copious amount of seed. Depositing one last rope of cum, Carl toppled back and gazed at Charlotte, enjoying the sight of the well-fucked young woman. "Heh, you okay there?"

"I'll recover," Charlotte said, gulping down huge amounts of air. "Eventually."

"That's the spirit. I'm looking forward to seeing what else you can do. First, I think drinks are in order." Carl stood up and removed his phone from the pocket of his pants. "I should probably give your father a quick call while I'm at it."

"My dad?" Charlotte curled up on the rug and slipped off her pink heels, fingering her well-used hole. "Why?"

"Just to let him know that his daughter is in safe hands, strange things can happen to people on Halloween," Carl smiled. "We wouldn't want your folks to worry about you."

"No," Charlotte smiled back. "We wouldn't."