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Charisma Carpenter smiled to herself as she looked through the picnic basket in front of her. She wanted everything would continue to go as she planned on the picnic. Off in the distance she saw storm clouds rolling in, but that too was part of her plan.

The dates she gone on with the Man from Stepford had gone swimmingly well. The first date at the opera had been a smashing success. She had enjoyed the time with him, leaning close to him every chance she got and holding his hand during the performance. They had a private box which blocked the audience from seeing any of them from the neck down. Charisma had taken advantage of this when the lights went down and during the opera she had held more that her date’s hands. He had been most appreciative, responding in kind.

Of course, the whole time hadn’t been of them holding each other. The opera was heavily attended with the elite of Slavendel. She had even seen the great leader in his box clearly enjoying the show. The opera detailed the rise of the great leader and his philosophy to power in Slavendel. The heroine of the opera had started out a head strong rebel until the self-evident value of the Great leader’s philosophy had shown her the way to her proper place in society and in the family. The story had spoken to her and she told her date that. He had smiled and gripped her hand and given a kiss on the cheek which had set the butterflies fluttering in her stomach and led to her holding other parts of her date’s body. She wished the opera could be shown worldwide to spread the Slavendel way.

After that, there had been more dates with the Man from Stepford. They had explored everything Slavendel had to offer to a couple that was getting to know each other. Each date, Charisma had approached like a major military operation. During this preparation, Sarah Michelle Gellar had proved invaluable as she seemed to know just what Charisma needed to do to impress her target. It had been her who had suggested that when they went clubbing, Charisma wear a tight leather miniskirt, fishnet stockings and high heel boots. The Stepford Man had been struck speechless when he had seen her. Charisma considered that date a spectacular success.

On occasion, Charisma wondered how Sarah Michelle Gellar had got to know so much about the Man from Stepford’s likes and preferences. On those occasions she had shook the thoughts from her head, saying to herself that SMG was just being a very diligent and through maid to her, as all maids were to be to their masters and mistresses.

This date they were going on was a picnic to one of the secluded nature parks in Slavendel. She had dressed the part for a picnic, not as elaborate as her other dates, but she had dressed in a way that kept male attention focused on her. She had packed a lunch, well Sarah Michelle Gellar had packed most of it, but Charisma had supervised the selection and packing of the food. They had included several bottles of wine. The wine was good at helping let go of inhibitions.

She had suggested the spot to the Stepford Man, after she had researched the park and found a suitably secluded locale. She had checked the calendar, there were no festivals scheduled for that date and as far as she could tell no organizations were visiting the park. They would be alone in the park. That thought had thrilled Charisma.

The day of the picnic had arrived and man from Stepford has picked her up. He drove her to the park. Once there he had gotten two bicycles from the trunk for them to ride to the locale picked for the picnic.

The Stepford Man had commented about how hard it was to get a lady’s bicycle. She had thought about that point. She had seen a fair number of bicycles in Slavendel. However, almost all of them had been ridden by Men. It was a rare occasion when she saw a woman using a bicycle. She had mentioned that to her guides from the Ministry of Propaganda, suggesting maybe she could do some form to PR campaign to get women interested in riding bikes. She so enjoyed riding bikes herself and figured other women would also. The guides from the Ministry of Propaganda had seemed to not like the idea and she had dropped the idea. She was very pleased that the Man from Stepford did not seem to have a problem with her riding a bicycle. There was some nagging thought in the back of her mind she couldn’t get rid of and couldn’t bring forward.

The two of the had ridden their bikes the spot she suggested for the picnic. She enjoyed the ride and made sure that her boyfriend, because she thought of him that way now, got a good look at her legs as she pedaled. She could tell from how he smiled at her that he was most appreciative.

They arrived at the spot, which they had all to themselves and spread out the blanket. The unpacked the picnic basket and had lunch.

It had been a delightful time. They had eaten their meal and consumed some of the wine as they did so. Afterwards, they had laid there enjoying the afternoon, working on the second bottle of wine. It had been a leisurely afternoon which had erotic overtones as they finished off the second bottle.

The storm clouds rolled in and they had hurried to pack everything up. They had started back when the rain started coming down in sheets. They had taken shelter in a nearby barn. The Man from Stepford said they would have to wait there until the storm passed.

Charisma had smiled. She had picked the spot for the picnic knowing the barn was nearby and that a storm front was rolling in that afternoon. She knew the storm was supposed to last several hours. There was both food and wine left. She unpacked the picnic in the barn laying it out on the ground where they wouldn’t get wet. They had several hours until the storm would pass and she had a definite idea of what she wanted to do. She smiled seductively at her date and coyly played with the ribbon from her hat where it went underneath her chin.

“I’m sure we’ll find something to do to pass the time.”

Here is the latest chapter in Charisma Carpenter’s adventures in Slavendel. Saturdays24 has graciously allowed me to write the caption for the latest chapter.

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Charisma Carpenter smiled to herself as she looked through the picnic basket in front of her. She wanted everything would continue to go as she planned on the picnic. Off in the distance she saw storm clouds rolling in, but that too was part of her plan.

The dates she gone on with the Man from Stepford had gone swimmingly well. The first date at the opera had been a smashing success. She had enjoyed the time with him, leaning close to him every chance she got and holding his hand during the performance. They had a private box which blocked the audience from seeing any of them from the neck down. Charisma had taken advantage of this when the lights went down and during the opera she had held more that her date’s hands. He had been most appreciative, responding in kind.

Of course, the whole time hadn’t been of them holding each other. The opera was heavily attended with the elite of Slavendel. She had even seen the great leader in his box clearly enjoying the show. The opera detailed the rise of the great leader and his philosophy to power in Slavendel. The heroine of the opera had started out a head strong rebel until the self-evident value of the Great leader’s philosophy had shown her the way to her proper place in society and in the family. The story had spoken to her and she told her date that. He had smiled and gripped her hand and given a kiss on the cheek which had set the butterflies fluttering in her stomach and led to her holding other parts of her date’s body. She wished the opera could be shown worldwide to spread the Slavendel way.

After that, there had been more dates with the Man from Stepford. They had explored everything Slavendel had to offer to a couple that was getting to know each other. Each date, Charisma had approached like a major military operation. During this preparation, Sarah Michelle Gellar had proved invaluable as she seemed to know just what Charisma needed to do to impress her target. It had been her who had suggested that when they went clubbing, Charisma wear a tight leather miniskirt, fishnet stockings and high heel boots. The Stepford Man had been struck speechless when he had seen her. Charisma considered that date a spectacular success.

On occasion, Charisma wondered how Sarah Michelle Gellar had got to know so much about the Man from Stepford’s likes and preferences. On those occasions she had shook the thoughts from her head, saying to herself that SMG was just being a very diligent and through maid to her, as all maids were to be to their masters and mistresses.

This date they were going on was a picnic to one of the secluded nature parks in Slavendel. She had dressed the part for a picnic, not as elaborate as her other dates, but she had dressed in a way that kept male attention focused on her. She had packed a lunch, well Sarah Michelle Gellar had packed most of it, but Charisma had supervised the selection and packing of the food. They had included several bottles of wine. The wine was good at helping let go of inhibitions.

She had suggested the spot to the Stepford Man, after she had researched the park and found a suitably secluded locale. She had checked the calendar, there were no festivals scheduled for that date and as far as she could tell no organizations were visiting the park. They would be alone in the park. That thought had thrilled Charisma.

The day of the picnic had arrived and man from Stepford has picked her up. He drove her to the park. Once there he had gotten two bicycles from the trunk for them to ride to the locale picked for the picnic.

The Stepford Man had commented about how hard it was to get a lady’s bicycle. She had thought about that point. She had seen a fair number of bicycles in Slavendel. However, almost all of them had been ridden by Men. It was a rare occasion when she saw a woman using a bicycle. She had mentioned that to her guides from the Ministry of Propaganda, suggesting maybe she could do some form to PR campaign to get women interested in riding bikes. She so enjoyed riding bikes herself and figured other women would also. The guides from the Ministry of Propaganda had seemed to not like the idea and she had dropped the idea. She was very pleased that the Man from Stepford did not seem to have a problem with her riding a bicycle. There was some nagging thought in the back of her mind she couldn’t get rid of and couldn’t bring forward.

The two of the had ridden their bikes the spot she suggested for the picnic. She enjoyed the ride and made sure that her boyfriend, because she thought of him that way now, got a good look at her legs as she pedaled. She could tell from how he smiled at her that he was most appreciative.

They arrived at the spot, which they had all to themselves and spread out the blanket. The unpacked the picnic basket and had lunch.

It had been a delightful time. They had eaten their meal and consumed some of the wine as they did so. Afterwards, they had laid there enjoying the afternoon, working on the second bottle of wine. It had been a leisurely afternoon which had erotic overtones as they finished off the second bottle.

The storm clouds rolled in and they had hurried to pack everything up. They had started back when the rain started coming down in sheets. They had taken shelter in a nearby barn. The Man from Stepford said they would have to wait there until the storm passed.

Charisma had smiled. She had picked the spot for the picnic knowing the barn was nearby and that a storm front was rolling in that afternoon. She knew the storm was supposed to last several hours. There was both food and wine left. She unpacked the picnic in the barn laying it out on the ground where they wouldn’t get wet. They had several hours until the storm would pass and she had a definite idea of what she wanted to do. She smiled seductively at her date and coyly played with the ribbon from her hat where it went underneath her chin.

“I’m sure we’ll find something to do to pass the time.”

Here is the latest chapter in Charisma Carpenter’s adventures in Slavendel. Saturdays24 has graciously allowed me to write the caption for the latest chapter.