Pleasure (A Sanditon FanFic)

Miss Heywood

Charlotte fidgeted in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs. The weeks long heat wave was finally broken by a cooling summer gale—although Mr. Parker swore Sanditon had no gales. With nowhere to go, she attempted to write a letter to her sister. When that proved to be tedious, Charlotte attempted to catch up on some reading.

But the novel was boring. Or at least it paled in comparison to the image running through Charlotte's head over and over: Mr. Sidney Parker, naked, dripping wet, casually pushing his hair back as he slipped out of the ocean.

"Come on Heywood." Charlotte dropped her book and sighed. Mr. Sidney Parker, no matter how good looking, was rude and ill humored.

Mr. Stringer on the other hand...Mr. Stringer was good natured and a hard worker. Perhaps not as dashing as Mr. Parker but at least he didn't make Charlotte feel like a total idiot.

Licking her lips, she quietly tiptoed to the door and peeped her head out into the hallway. No little Parker children to interrupt, no Mrs. Parker asking her if she would like to walk by the shops in town. Perfect.

Charlotte pulled her undergarments off and sat back on the bed. Her dark hair spread wildly out around her. Raising her knees up, her skirts fell around her waist. Charlotte sucked on her middle and pointer fingers before spreading her legs and reaching her hand down.

Running her fingers along her already slick pussy Charlotte traced a figure eight pattern circling her clit and entrance. Closing her eyes, she tried to imagine Mr. Stringer's strong hands running down her bare thighs.

Mr. Stringer's calloused palms ghosted from her knee to her hip. Gently grasping at her soft skin, he pulled her hips closer to him, hooking her leg over his shoulder. Bringing his hand up, he rubbed circles on her inner thigh, drifting closer and closer to the heat of her core, teasing her.

Finally, Mr. Stringer touched Charlotte where she needed him most. Collecting her arousal on his fingers, Mr. Stringer slowly circled Charlotte's clit. She pushed her legs wider in an attempt to give him better access.

Mr. Stringer applied more pressure with each pass over that little bundle of nerves. Charlotte couldn't help but slowly roll her hips in time to his movements, begging him for more.

Charlotte's breath caught as she heard movement outside of her door. Her hand stopped and hovered above her aching cunt. Listening as the footsteps receded down the hallway she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and resumed her fantasy.

Charlotte's breathing grew heavier. She massaged her breasts, and felt her nipples grow hard against the fabric of her dress. Mr. Stringer, reading her body language, ran a finger down to her dripping entrance and slowly slipped his finger in. Charlotte gasped at the friction of his finger sliding in and out of her.

"Oh yes, more please." She pleaded.

"What was that, Miss. Heywood?"

Charlotte's eyes popped open. That wasn't Mr. Stringer's accent she imagined, but rather the low voice of Mr. Sidney Parker. Again, her mind wandered to that moment on the beach. Feeling a little naughty at imagining Sidney Parker while she touched herself in such a licentious way, she nevertheless resigned herself to her lustful imagination.

Sidney kissed a trail down her inner thigh. He continued to pump his finger in and out of her, gently slipping in another digit as Charlotte's arousal intensified. Curling his fingers upward he stroked against a sensitive spot and Charlotte's heaving breathing became delightful moans of pleasure.

As he finger-fucked her, Sidney placed a kiss just above her throbbing clit. Then looking up at her he circled his tongue around her, before sucking her clit between his lips. Charlotte sighed as he repeated the action, his fingers pushing into her quicker and rougher. Sidney's fingers pumping inside her wet cunt caused the most salacious sounds. Charlotte gasped at how wet she was.

She circled her hips across Sidney's face, his tongue and lips worked her into a heightened state of euphoria. She was panting and moaning on the bed, her pussy dripping with her arousal and Sidney's spit. Sidney licked a long stripe down her core. Removing his fingers, he briefly dipped his tongue into her entrance and lewdly lapped at her. She reached a hand down to grasp at Sidney's hair, holding him tight against her as he licked and sucked at her sensitive skin.

Charlotte's body buzzed with need as her orgasm built in her stomach. Her arousal dripped down over his hand and ran down his wrist. Her whole body ached with desire as she finally came. Her pussy tightened around Sidney's fingers. He placed gentle kisses across her hips as she rode her pleasure to its end.

Gasping as her legs relaxed against the bed, Charlotte opened her eyes and tried to catch her breath. Wiping her hand on the already messy bed sheets, she felt herself blushing, embarrassed at having just masturbated to the thought of the most disagreeable man in Sanditon.

Rolling over to sit up she pursed her lips and couldn't help but wonder if Mr. Sidney Parker was as good with his hands as she imagined him to be.