Charlotte stood in front of the mirror, the open window allowed a gentle breeze of fresh air to filter through the dingy net curtains and penetrate the stale odour of the somewhat dismal surroundings.
She could feel the coolness of the air against her near naked skin, the way it teased the fine material that gently brushed her perk nipples.
She admired her reflection, sure she was no beauty but she had a body that every woman and man would die for.
Her long brown wispy hair hung loose down her back just touching the top of her red lace thong.
She wore no stockings tonight as she wanted to emancipate from the obvious but the glaring red lipstick was no mistake.
Slipping into her denim mini skirt and lacing her ankle boots she was now ready to take on the hunger she was longing for.
One quick glance in the mirror Charlotte grabbed her tatty but soft leather jacket and her bag with her essentials and left the apartment.
Stepping outside onto the Brooklyn cobbles it felt pleasantly warm considering it was approaching 9:45 in the evening in mid September.
Charlotte could hear the muffled voices as she bounced braless along Bergen street, such a great feeling, all women should for sake their bra's every once in a while, but for Charlotte a bra was something that was used purely to be removed in anticipation.
As she fast approached Smith Street she could smell the aromatic mixes of delicacies that were famous in this area with everyone competing for footfall.
Charlotte was hungry alright but not for culinary delights, tonight she had to satisfy her insatiable yearning desire.
Stopping outside 'Joe's', a small eatery and bar which played a mix of Jazz and soul full sounds, Charlotte caught her reflection.
Surely this has to stop soon, a woman in her mid 30's should be satisfied and not need to crave such taboo but Charlotte knew she had no choice as she entered the bar.
The bar's real name was 'Jazzy Joe's' and Charlotte had been introduced to it about 5 years back when she took the apartment in Bergen Street.
She had found that she quite liked the seediness of it and it suited her, with the décor slightly outdated and worn with red and black wallpaper now nicotine stained.
She almost felt like part of the furniture often in here 3 or 5 times a week.
It was owned by a man named Joseph Falkner Junior, he was the son of the original owner also called Joe who unfortunately had died in a freak accident in an upstairs room.
No one is really sure what quite went on and it was never mentioned.
The bar was often frequented by passers many would walk in then out.
This made Charlotte laugh as she knew they just needed to live a bit.
It was friendly and Charlotte found herself exchanging idle chat with the regulars some even did her a favour and she would return it allowing fuel for her fire.
Charlotte ordered a neat scotch and she seated herself at the bar seductively with one long slender leg just touching the floor and the other resting on the rung allowing any predator to get a glimpse of her thigh.
She drank far too quick and had to order another this time she slightly twisted on the stool to get a view of the doorway.
The warm liquor was an instant hit and she could feel the heat wash through her as her thoughts turned to tonight's activities.
Several neat scotches later Charlotte had already dabbled in an aperitif, a brief dalliance, given head to a local who often used the bar for 'a quick one' before he moved on to where the nightlife part of Smith Street came alive.
They all knew Charlotte and no one ever complained and why would they.
She was like the proverbial itch, you scratch mine and I'll scratch yours.
Many a man would try to time coming out of the gents the same time as Charlotte was going in.
This was never enough for her and Charlotte knew that one man would get lucky as she wouldn't be going home alone that night but until the time came she was contented to build up the suspense.
She could feel the coolness of the air against her near naked skin, the way it teased the fine material that gently brushed her perk nipples.
She admired her reflection, sure she was no beauty but she had a body that every woman and man would die for.
Her long brown wispy hair hung loose down her back just touching the top of her red lace thong.
She wore no stockings tonight as she wanted to emancipate from the obvious but the glaring red lipstick was no mistake.
Slipping into her denim mini skirt and lacing her ankle boots she was now ready to take on the hunger she was longing for.
One quick glance in the mirror Charlotte grabbed her tatty but soft leather jacket and her bag with her essentials and left the apartment.
Stepping outside onto the Brooklyn cobbles it felt pleasantly warm considering it was approaching 9:45 in the evening in mid September.
Charlotte could hear the muffled voices as she bounced braless along Bergen street, such a great feeling, all women should for sake their bra's every once in a while, but for Charlotte a bra was something that was used purely to be removed in anticipation.
As she fast approached Smith Street she could smell the aromatic mixes of delicacies that were famous in this area with everyone competing for footfall.
Charlotte was hungry alright but not for culinary delights, tonight she had to satisfy her insatiable yearning desire.
Stopping outside 'Joe's', a small eatery and bar which played a mix of Jazz and soul full sounds, Charlotte caught her reflection.
Surely this has to stop soon, a woman in her mid 30's should be satisfied and not need to crave such taboo but Charlotte knew she had no choice as she entered the bar.
The bar's real name was 'Jazzy Joe's' and Charlotte had been introduced to it about 5 years back when she took the apartment in Bergen Street.
She had found that she quite liked the seediness of it and it suited her, with the décor slightly outdated and worn with red and black wallpaper now nicotine stained.
She almost felt like part of the furniture often in here 3 or 5 times a week.
It was owned by a man named Joseph Falkner Junior, he was the son of the original owner also called Joe who unfortunately had died in a freak accident in an upstairs room.
No one is really sure what quite went on and it was never mentioned.
The bar was often frequented by passers many would walk in then out.
This made Charlotte laugh as she knew they just needed to live a bit.
It was friendly and Charlotte found herself exchanging idle chat with the regulars some even did her a favour and she would return it allowing fuel for her fire.
Charlotte ordered a neat scotch and she seated herself at the bar seductively with one long slender leg just touching the floor and the other resting on the rung allowing any predator to get a glimpse of her thigh.
She drank far too quick and had to order another this time she slightly twisted on the stool to get a view of the doorway.
The warm liquor was an instant hit and she could feel the heat wash through her as her thoughts turned to tonight's activities.
Several neat scotches later Charlotte had already dabbled in an aperitif, a brief dalliance, given head to a local who often used the bar for 'a quick one' before he moved on to where the nightlife part of Smith Street came alive.
They all knew Charlotte and no one ever complained and why would they.
She was like the proverbial itch, you scratch mine and I'll scratch yours.
Many a man would try to time coming out of the gents the same time as Charlotte was going in.
This was never enough for her and Charlotte knew that one man would get lucky as she wouldn't be going home alone that night but until the time came she was contented to build up the suspense.
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