I approached the bed in the guest room. There, Charlotte Haverty lay unconscious, completely relaxed and defenseless. The combined effects of the special wine and deep exhaustion had plunged her into a profound sleep.
The sight before me was so… innocent, yet undeniably enticing. Her normally well-kept brown hair fanned out across the pillow, her face with its soft features and the ever-present maternal aura looked completely free of worry. She was like a wholesome mommy, utterly vulnerable, without a shred of guard up.
She seemed to have gotten hot in her sleep. The plain white tank top she wore clung tightly to her skin, perfectly wrapping around her large, full breasts. The thin fabric even accentuated the shadow of her hardened nipples. Her tidy pants and jacket had been removed and lay on the floor.
For her lower half, she only wore simple, nearly see-through white panties. The fabric hugged the curves of her plump buttocks, leaving little to the imagination.
