IMPURE THOUGHTS-2

Hello everyone. After reading your reviews, I decided to continue this story. In the last one, you could read about Charles's fantasies and in this one, we will see what is going on inside Elsie's brain. The third chapter will be the one when they will get a chance to make their fantasies come true. Hope you will like it.

Elsie felt really restless. It was difficult to go on, day by day, with those wild fantasies that filled her head, all the time, without stopping. No matter how much she was trying to hide it from everyone else, she had to be honest to herself and she had to admit, that she was madly in love with Charles Carson.

She wasn't really sure for how long it was, maybe from the beginning and maybe it came later, as soon as she noticed, how wonderful it is to be in his presence everyday.

She loved working with him, she adored those late night chats with wine, that they were having. Come to think of this, she adored everything about him...But it was all really difficult. In spite of the fact, that she found his constant presence so soothing, it was also disturbing.

Mostly because of the feelings that just couldn't leave her alone. When she started to realize, that she was in love with him, she was really terrified by that. She tried to ignore those feelings, to tell herself that those emotions were only a result of a very lonely life she was leading, being a servant.

Servants were generally lonely people, away from their families, away from their friends, they really didn't have anyone close to turn to, in case of any problems.

But it was different with her and Charles. During their long talks, they told each other much from their life stories and they both felt good about it, like it was natural. She trusted him.

When Elsie started to realize, that she has more than just friendly feelings towards him, she wasn't sure, if her imagination didn't trick her in any way, but after a while, she already knew that her feelings were as real as their friendship.

She noticed, that she had a hard time focusing on everyday's tasks when he was around. Just a sight of his manly figure, the sound of his deep voice, made her feel unsteady. They were talking everyday about the household matters, but recently, she was more focused on the way he furrowed his brow or on the way that he smiled to her warmly, than on the things that he said to her.

When he looked her deeply in the eyes, she felt, that she was blushing and she was wondering, if he noticed that too. She didn't want him to know, as she felt so embarrassed of her feelings, mostly because she wasn't sure if he shared them too, or was it just her imagination.

Somtimes she could have sworn, that he felt something for her too, but at other times, she wasn't really sure about that..

Charles Carson was not like an open book. He kept his feelings so private, so well hidden, that Elsie could never really tell what he was thinking. Of course it was obvious, that he liked her company, otherwise he would never spend that much time with her as he was. He was not a type of the man, who would spend his little amount of free time, in the presence of someone he didn't like.

But there was a big difference between liking someone and being in love with someone and Elsie was dreaming about Charles being in love with her.

She didn't see herself as a very attractive woman and she was wondering, if she even had a chance at Charles Carson. She would have been really surprised, finding out, that he didn't think of himself as someone very attractive as well.

However in Elsie's eyes he was...In all her life, she has never known any other man who would be so appealing to her.

He was the essence of manhood...So tall, so commanding, in a way that made her shiver inside. His voice was something that she could listen to all day long.

He was stern and he was difficult to bear at times, but she couldn't stop loving him, even when he acted very harshly. She even loved him more then, if it was possible..

She tried to justify herself, that falling in love with someone was not a crime. They were both free, in similar age, there were no obstacles in transferring their relationship on the highest level.

Her love for him would not be so shocking, if it weren't for those impure thoughts, that wild fantasies that literally taken over her brain and wouldn't let go...

They were especially vivid late at night, when she had a moment of so desired privacy...When she was safely nestled in her bedroom, she couldn't stop thinking about him and she couldn't stop imagine what amazing things they could do together..

When she closed her eyes, she was dreaming about their kisses...Wondering, if he is such a wonderful kisser as she imagined him to be...She could almost feel his lips, moving variably on hers, changing the intensity of kisses.

She wanted to kiss him so badly, she knew, that if she only had a chance to do that, she wouldn't probably want to stop, until the point when her lips would be swollen and tingling..

But that was not all that she wanted to do with him...She would like to kiss his nose, his temples, his jawline and the side of his neck, breathing in the well known smell of his cologne, that always made her dizzy, whenever she was near him...

If her imagination ended here, in this moment, maybe Elsie wouldn't condemn herself for the thoughts that she had about him, but they didn not end here...They went much further...And developed in bolder fantasies, like the one when she was dreaming about getting rid of his jacket, his vest and his shirt, just to see what his naked chest looks like, just to feel it under the pad of her fingers, as she would run her hands through it...

She imagined it as broad, beautifully shaped...The kind of chest which was created to touch it, kiss it and put her head on it, in the middle of the night, just to feel safe...

And if she went furhter down, she could also feel his rounded belly, who had to be the softest place in the world, meant to be touched and loved...

And that was the moment when her imagination should have stopped...Everything that Elsie was taught as a child and young woman, by her mother, by the church, by all the moral authorities in her life...They should prevent her from going further with this...Because they were not married, because it was a sin, because it was not moral...But yet it didn't stop her...

She knew, that if she was with him intimately, she would want to unzip his pants and see that most private part of him, hidden from her eyes..

Although she has never been imtimate before, with any man in her life, her intuition told her, that she would want to touch him there, would want to see his reaction for her touch, would want to listen to his quiet gasps and moans, whilst her hand would close around him...

She could easily imagine, that she would want to know all of him-with her hands, with her lips, with every fiber of her being, she would like to be united with him...

Her whole body was on fire, as she imagined how their naked bodies would be tangled in the sheets, kissing, caressing and finally uniting, in the mutual desire to be one, to feel that never ending source of delight, that she has never experienced before...

There were many nights, when Elsie was writhing imaptiently in her bed, being tormented by those images, that were attacking her brain so clearly and as time passed, they were not getting weaker.

On the contrary-it was mor difficult to bear them everyday and almost impossible to act normally around Charles Carson everyday, to pretend that nothing has changed and they are still just a pair of work colleagues, when all she really wanted was to be united with him-meantally and physically...

He was talking to her about some household problems and she was not paying attention, because instead, she was imagining how his lips would have whispered her name, while he would make love to her...She could see them lying on bed, so close, she could feel his naked body on hers so clearly as if it was reality, not just the beautiful dreams in her head...

If she could only know, that he felt the same way about her...If she could be sure, that he wanted her as much as she wanted him, but unfortunately, she didn't have that certainty...It was obvious, that she couldn't ask him openly, she would rather fall unto the ground, than ask him about that and until he will give her some kind of signal, indicating that he felt the same, she had to wait for a miracle, that would help her make those fantasies come true...

She was sighing heavily every time she thought about that, because knowing Charles Carson, herself and the situation they were in, she was suspecting that this will never happen...

That's all for this chapter dear people...Yes, Elsie has her fantasies too. Even though they are not that explicit as the one Charles has, but given that he has more experience and he is a man, you can easily notice, that whilst Charles's fantasies are focusing more on the physical side, Elsie's are more innocent, focusing mostly on the romantic side. That's how it usually is in real life too. A clear difference between men and women. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter too. The next one will be an ending one and you know me, so you know, that I won't left their fantasies unfulfilled. Please leave a review if you have time. Stay safe and take care of your families. See you soon!