Hi Lovelies :). So sorry about the lapse in updates the past couple days. I've worked about 48 hours in the last four days and have caught my little guy's cold :( ugh! I also apologize for not responding to all your lovely reviews this past chapter. I appreciate each and every one of them! You guys are great, and I love talking Chelsie with you! It's short update tonight :(. But more on the way tomorrow, if you'd like. Let me know :). Thanks so much, Mona xoxo
Carson decided to head up to bed shortly after Elsie silently left his pantry. He made his way up the men's staircase and down the hall to his bedroom. He looked through the smokey glass pane of the door separating the men's and women's corridors. Just on the other side was Elsie's room. She was probably in there now. In tears from his boorish behavior. He wondered if he had ever caused her to cry before. He thinks not. He hopes not. His hand was on his doorknob, ready to enter his room, when he heard Elsie's voice. "Charles" she pleaded softly. He thought perhaps he was hearing things, but again he heard her call his name. She sounded like she was in distress. He went to his room and grabbed the spare key from his top drawer. Opening the door between the corridors he followed her cry down to the wash room. He paused for a moment, worried at what he may find. But what if she had fallen, was hurt in some way? He slowly opened the door...
"Mmm...Charles...Ohhh yess...Mmmm Charles!" Elsie moaned as she came. Her release causing her whole body to shudder. A deep groan startled her from her bliss, and still biting her lower lip, she lifted her head to see Charles standing in the doorway. "Oh! Mr. Carson!" Elsie gasped in surprise, her hand still at her center, her body still burning in ecstasy.
Charles stood frozen as he watched Elsie shivering with pleasure as her delicate fingers circled so sensually over the soft mound of curls at her center. He groaned as he scanned up and down her gorgeous bare flesh. He could not help but look. To take in every dip and curve. Every beautifully silky limb. "I..I heard you call my name! I thought...I just...I thought you needed something." Charles stammered. His face flushed in embarrassment and shock. He knew exactly what she was doing. Why she had called his name. The arousal stirred inside him, his trousers tightening as he once again tonight, became hard for this stunning siren before him. He wanted so badly to go to her, to touch and taste every lovely part of her luscious body. He felt as if he was caught in a trance, held tightly by the heat that seemed to radiate between them, an invisible cord or bond holding him where he stood. He still could not take his eyes away from her. He settled upon on her full, round, breasts. So smooth, their pink, peaked, nipples looking sweeter than any fruit he had ever tasted. He only gazed for moments before meeting her eyes.
Oh, how she needed something. Something only he could give her. Elsie watched Charles' eyes as he took in every inch of her bare form. His eyes were full of lust and heat, approval. His mouth was slightly parted, his breathing rapid, his fists clenching at his sides. She should be mortified to be caught in such an intimate situation by the very man who was the cause for her wanton behavior. She was not. She let him look. Take in whatever he would like. Watch her as she sat bare before him. Open and vulnerable, a sort of offering of peace, of defeat, of love. Without another word, she finally covered her breasts with her arm and turned her legs.
They held each others gaze for a moment before Charles reluctantly turned away, interrupted by the sound of a door creaking. Charles turned to see Miss Baxter's head peeking out her door. "Is everything alright, Mr. Carson?"
"Yes, yes." He said, stepping back from the washroom door. "Mrs. Hughes and I were just discussing a problem with the plumbing. Thank you. Everything is quite alright. Please, do go back to sleep, Miss Baxter." He added in his most dignified manner as she retreated into her room.
Elsie took this as cue to exit the tub and go to her dressing gown. Charles turned back. He was unable to keep his eyes from her as she gracefully lifted each shapely leg from the tub. Her beautiful wet body glistened as the soft light danced across her smooth, pale, skin. She was shocked that he so blatantly kept his eyes on her. Her hand still holding her sponge, she looked up at Charles still watching her, and flung the sponge directly at his head. It soaked his face, but finally brought him to his senses. He looked away and she stood up from the tub and quickly grabbed her dressing gown, pulling it around her.
He was soaked. His face red and shocked from her nudity, his staring, and the sponge assault. He moved closer to her, then backed away, as if scared. "Elsie I.. Oh, I heard you say my name. I thought you needed me. I didn't know. I didn't think." He turned stiff, formal. "I apologize Mrs. Hughes. I never... You are so... I've never seen...I should have... I'll say goodnight." Still terribly flustered he turned to leave, knocking into the door, then the frame. He glanced back for just a moment to see the corner of her mouth turn up in a sly smile.
She had him more shaken than she had ever seen. She knew he had liked what he'd seen. The way he couldn't take his eyes from her. The large bulge in his trousers. The catch in his breath. The arousal that hung in the air between them almost palpable. She wanted so badly to just follow him out the door and pull him into her room. She would undress him slowly, push him down upon her bed, then give them both what they so desperately craved from one another. Passion, connection, heat, release, but mostly...love.
He turned and walked back into the mens corridor, hesitating before locking the door behind him. Once in his room, he closed his eyes envisioning the sight he was certain he would never erase from his mind, or his heart...