Charlie... Part 1

Charlie 1

I have a question... What is the appropriate reaction to discovering a naked person in one’s home? Seriously, what would you do?

Ok, so this might require some context, huh? Well, it’s like this...

I live alone. I have been divorced for over 5 yrs and am not currently dating. I own a tractor trailer and as a commercial driver I can take my English bulldog, Princess, with me on the road, when I’m working. I am a 51 yr old man and heterosexual, if that matters.

I was on a personal trip, more of a vacation really. I love to escape on my motorcycle for a few days or weeks. I have always used a local kennel for my dog in the past but a friend and neighbor recommended a sitter who they used frequently and to be honest the cost of the kennel was beginning to get in the way of my recreational schedule.

Charlie is 19, she is a student at a local college and my place is near public transportation so it’s convenient for her to get back and forth to her classes and to check in on Princess.

The longest I have ever left my dog unattended is about 12-14 hrs. I know that’s a really long time, trust me that rarely ever happens and when it does I usually have a bit of a mess to clean up. Oh don’t get me wrong, she’s fine with the house training, but she loves to destroy her toys or a pillow, magazine, newspaper, etc. Just so I know she missed me!

Anyway, I met Charlie last Christmas at my neighbor’s, we talked then about her staying at my place to look after Princess some time so we had exchanged numbers. I promised her I’d give her a ring next time I took off on the bike.

A few months later, it’s Spring here now, I planned a bike trip with some friends to go up into the mountains. Two weeks of hills, curves, views, and lots of miles. Odd huh, I drive for a living then come home and ride for relaxation. Guess I’m only happy on the go!

So, enough context? I took off on my trip, myself and 5 friends, each on separate bikes. We were out only a couple of days when Ken got a call and had to bail for a work emergency. He said he would try to catch up with us in a couple of days so we went on. The next day Jim started getting calls from his staff at the Hospital where he practices and we had to stop a few times to fax some documents. By the end of the 1st week Larry had to go home and his wife left then as well of course. Laura, Jim’s wife tried to convince Pat to stay but soon she found herself the only female rider in our little group. Ken showed back up in Asheville, NC and we were back to 4 bikes by Saturday morning.

Unfortunately, Ken had to be home again on Monday to catch a flight out of the country Tuesday morning. It was decided that we would all head back and try again later in the season. I was disappointed, but being self-employed I can work and take off at will so the scheduling is less of an issue for me.

On Monday we turned towards home. I got home late that evening, several days early but figured on just going back to work or catching up on chores as there’s always something that needs doing if you know what I mean.

Upon my arrival home I wasn’t sure at first if anyone was home. I called out, as I walked into the apartment; Princess met me at the door so I figured Charlie was out or maybe in bed already. My office has a daybed with a trundle in case of company and the sofa pulls out so aside from my room there’s room for guests.

I see a light coming from the hall bathroom and notice the door is open. As I approach I hear singing and the hair dryer start to blast. I am stunned to find Charlie, having apparently just stepped out of the shower, dancing naked with ear buds in her ears before the mirror while drying her hair!

I didn’t mean to stare. I’ve no idea how long I stood there. I do know it was long enough to get caught as she squealed with freight upon seeing me there. At which time I hurriedly and apologetically rushed off to my room as it occurred to me that I had pressing business to attend to. Mainly the pounding erection in my pants!

I throw my small duffle on my bed and peel off my jeans as I enter my room, I push the door to and have my rather rigid member in hand as I pass into my bathroom. With my other hand I peel off my shirt, thinking I should be getting a shower myself. After all, apparently I’m a “dirty old man” who enjoys spying on significantly younger naked women. This was a first for me but there’s no denying my body’s reaction. I start the shower, and then I walk back into my room to gather a few items from my bag.

Absent mindedly I am still stroking myself with one hand as I dig through my bag with the other. My brain stuck in a visual loop. Charlie is much hotter than I even imagined, though it’s not as if I’ve spent a great deal of time pondering on it exactly. After all she is easily half my age and I have only met her a couple of times, so it isn’t like I have spent that much time imagining what she might look like naked. Though I am older, I am however still a man and I have a healthy libido so I can’t say I hadn’t at some brief point imagined her perhaps wearing a bit less.

There is a quiet knock on my door, and before I can respond I find myself standing at the foot of my bed, dick in hand and looking up to see Charlie pushing open the door that I apparently neglected to close fully in my earlier haste. Talk about turning the tables, she is now dressed in a long night shirt tee and I am not only nude but obviously fully aroused and in mid stroke.