"What is your ass like?" asked the chat room member, who called himself Red Dragoon.
"Round and firm," Charlotte typed back, then for good measure added. "So are my breasts."
It was late afternoon on a sweltering July day, and the air-conditioning system in the Public Library was sluggish and inadequate. Rivulets of sweat trickled down Charlotte's body.
"Tell me more," was the immediate reply. "What does the rest of you look like?"
The computer screen flickered temperamentally, as if it too were suffering the effects of the intense heat.
"I'm medium height and slim, with long brown hair and hazel green eyes," she responded. "I'm looking for a discreet encounter with a young and attractive male. He must be tall with a slim athletic build. And I have a preference for fair men with light coloured eyes."
A bumblebee droned lazily around the vase of purple foxgloves on her desk. She had picked the lovely blooms, which she always thought of as fairy flowers, from her own garden.
"I'm your man," replied Red Dragoon. "You sound like a hottie. How about hooking up?"
"Yes," Charlotte responded without hesitation, and a time and place were immediately agreed upon.
When the last patron had finally left, with a bag full of videos, CDs and books, she quickly locked up and closed herself in the washroom.
"What are you doing? You must be mad," she chided her reflection. She noticed the wildness of her eyes, enlarged by horn-rimmed spectacles. Her longing for a sexual encounter with a stranger had transformed her into a bitch in heat, she thought self-deprecatingly.
Charlotte slipped off her panties and placed one foot on the toilet seat. Then she held her pussy lips apart and inserted a finger high up into the pinnacle of her sex. It was as she had thought, no wonder she was extra randy today. Her cervix was in a raised position and coated with clear and slippery mucus. She was fertile and ready to conceive, which meant that she would have to be extra careful tonight.
The library clock gently chimed the half-hour. There would be just enough time to go home and shower before meeting Red Dragoon.
A fiery sun slipped low in the western sky as Charlotte pulled into the Seven Seas parking lot. She nervously ran a hand through her still-damp hair. It's not too late, I could simply turn around and go home, she thought frantically. But with a steely will, she propelled her numb legs towards the restaurant's heavy door.
It was pleasantly lit inside and not too crowded. A large framed painting of a sailing ship dominated the front foyer, and Charlotte took a seat underneath it, as prearranged. Her heart hammered uncomfortably against her ribs, and her mouth felt as dry as a desert.
A man came out of the washroom and ambled awkwardly towards her. He was tall and fair with coarse features and large, working man's hands that hung limply at his sides. Disappointment and shock gripped her. Yet the unacceptable man nevertheless met the physical requirements she'd stipulated.
But this was not Red Dragoon. Charlotte exhaled in relief, as the ungainly man ignored her and made his way over to a group of three at a corner table.
"Hi there, have you been waiting long?" The voice was pleasingly low and caught her off guard. She hadn't heard him approach.
Charlotte had removed her spectacles for the occasion, but even with her reduced vision she saw this man looked as attractive as he sounded. But much younger than she had expected. In fact, I'm probably old enough to be his mother, she thought ruefully.
"Red Dragoon, I presume," she stammered nervously. She attempted a tense smile that barely creased her pale features.
His name was Lee. He had auburn hair and the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen.
"Well, will I do?" he asked, with an engaging smile. She found herself warming to him at once.
They went into the lounge, where candles flickered romantically on the tables, and a lone pianist played a medley of popular tunes. Charlotte relaxed and began to glow, as the heady combination of wine, music and atmosphere lifted her from the mundane and filled her with a sense of magic.
Lee leaned over and lightly touched her thigh. She gasped as waves of desire radiated from the path of his cool fingers.
Charlotte had never felt more aware of herself as a woman. Dressed in a green linen shift with no brassiere or panties, she was swollen and urgent in powerful femininity. She stuck her sandaled foot between Lee's legs, and he caressed her naked toes with their daring splash of red polish.
She thrilled to his touch. Her nipples stood out hard and tingled in their longing to be touched and sucked. While her genitals throbbed and twitched, wet with desire and clamouring for consummation.
Sensing her urgency, Lee murmured, "Let's go." He took her hand and led her into the sultry night.
...And so to Bed, was a small but comfortable motel which catered to commercial travellers and tourists on a modest income. It was located one block from the beach and overlooked the old Stellar's Point lighthouse.
Charlotte felt a strong sense of unreality, as if she was a tiny boat bobbing about on a massive ocean. Yet, it wasn't an unpleasant feeling. To the contrary, she'd entered the world of the senses, where past and future were blocked by urgent biological necessity. She'd been reduced, in essence, to a hungry womb and throbbing vagina, wet and swollen in their antediluvian clamour for fulfilment.
Lee kissed her deeply, working his tongue around her mouth while his hands explored her body. She gasped when his fingers traced her nipples then stroked her tummy and pussy.
"Oh God," she whispered throatily and lay back on the bed inviting him to enter her.
Lee fondled and sucked on her breasts. She ran her fingers through his short fair hair. Then he worked his way down to her pussy and licked the outer lips thoroughly before entering her.