Perchance to Dream 2.

Melanie found some of my daughter Alice’s looser fitting clothes and struggled into them. The Uber driver was two minutes away. Maybe, I thought. Just maybe, we can get Melanie out of here without a major scene with my hungover wife.

I creaked open Alice’s door and peered out into the hall. My bedroom door was shut, where my wife was still, hopefully, sleeping. I waved Melanie out and we raced downstairs to the laundry room. She picked up her purse, shoes, and clothes from last night and we went out the front door.

We kissed briefly, but passionately, and a little Prius rolled up. Fortunately, it was not the same guy from last night!

“I’ll call you,” I said to her.

Melanie tilted her head slightly and squinted her eyes a little at me.

“I will!” I said. “I promise!”

I ducked back in the house quickly, just as my wife stepped out of our upstairs bedroom.

= = =

I was totally useless that morning at the office. I was dying to call Melanie but thought I should wait an appropriate amount of time. Typically, I work-from-home on Fridays, but I went into the office today. After I called my masseuse Shaylene and canceled my ‘appointment’, of course.

Alice gave me Melanie’s number, with a wink and a smile. Alice was plastered last night but she knows something went on with Melanie and I. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t remember much else. I hope!

Ten o’clock rolled around, I figured Melanie must’ve gotten through her morning by now. I called her.

“This is Melanie,” she answered.

“Hi Melanie,” my voice croaked. Oh great, way to sound natural, dumbass! “It’s me. Jim. You know, Alice’s dad.”

“Yes,” she answered. “I think I remember you. Are those your handprints on my ass?”

“Yeah, well,” I stammered. “You told me to and I didn’t want to but you said–”

“Relax, old man!” she laughed. “Just yanking your chain, Jim. I’m glad you called, I was getting worried. I’ve never had to kill anyone before but you were getting close.”

“Thank God!” I was so relieved. “Listen, Melanie–”

“All my friends call me ‘Mel’.”

“Okay then, Mel… About last night–”

“Don’t you say that!” she warned. “Don’t you dare say ‘About last night’!”

“Melanie, Mel, last night was the greatest night of my life. That’s what I was going to say.”

Silence on her end.


“Yeah, sorry. I thought you were going to give me the ‘About last night’ speech. You told me, Jim. Last night, you told me that you loved me. Did you mean that?”

Without skipping a beat I simply said, “Yes. I meant it. I love you.”

“Okay, good. Um, me too.”

I grasped for something to say. There’s so much to say, but, this still felt very surreal.

“How’s Alice doing? Did she make it into work?”

Mel laughed. “Barely! I gave her a bogus assignment in the archives. She’ll be able to sleep in there, no problem. She hasn’t said anything about last night, to me anyway. I don’t know if–”

“Mel,” I interrupted. I hoped she couldn’t hear how desperate I felt. My voice still sounded odd to me, quivering a little bit here and there. “I need to see you. We need to talk. But I also need… I just need to see you. Soon.” I’ve been married 30 years, I’m not so good with the smooth talk and the flirting anymore.

“Same here, Jim. I think I will knock off work at noon, head on home to my apartment.”

“Text me the address. I’ll be there at 12:15.”

“Done,” she said.

I felt relieved, Mel didn’t seem to notice the desperation in my voice.

= = =

I sat in the lobby of Melanie’s apartment building. I had gotten there before her and was trying to act all calm, cool, and collected by looking at my phone. Mostly what I did, though, was look at the clock and wonder why it seemed to move so slowly.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Melanie arrived. And my heart stopped.

She breezed in the door as if she was in slow motion. Well, that’s how I remember it. Her black tailored suit tried to conceal her sexuality, but it was only partially successful. A hint of cleavage showed just above her white silken top. The buttoned up blazer strained to contain her full bust.

I remembered that full bust from last night. I remember being rough with it, however. We didn’t exactly engage in any foreplay.

She smiled radiantly at me as I stood up. She began to pick up the pace of her steps, but then I held out my hand.

“Hang on a second!” I called. She stopped a quizzical look on her face. I made a twirly motion with my right hand, indicating to Mel to spin around. She did, but only after giving me a sexy pout.

“Wow,” I said, stunned. “You look incredible! Let me guess, Nordstrom Rack?” I knew perfectly well she was wearing an Ann Taylor or Armani or some other designer suit that cost well over a grand. Sometimes I try and diffuse the tension with humor. It’s stupid, but that’s what I do.

“Oh, you’re funny, mister!” Mel looked at her expensive watch. “You know, my lunch break is over and I’m heading back to the off–”

I quickly closed the distance between us and swept Mel off her feet in a crushing hug. I set her back down after a few moments, and we kissed, gently at first, just enjoying each other for a little while. The passion began to build, and Mel dropped her case.

“Oh shit!” she cried out. “That’s my laptop!”

We checked it out, the padding inside the case protected her computer and it fired right up.

“Maybe,” I suggested. “Maybe we should set your stuff down in a safe spot so it won’t get smashed, or splashed, or otherwise damaged.”

“Splashed?” she asked as we headed towards the elevator. “Just what did you have in mind?”

I just smiled at her as I held her close. Just being next to her made me excited, nervous, anxious, tingly, and yes, aroused. We walked into the empty car and she pushed the top floor.

“It’s so good to see you,” I whispered as I nuzzled her neck. “My morning… mmmm…. My morning was fucked, I couldn’t get anything done.” She smelled so good. Lavender, maybe?

Mel tilted her head back, giving me full access to her neck. If only I was a vampire, then I could make her mine forever.

“I worked on a brief all morning,” she responded. “It was a slam dunk… mmmm yessss… It should have taken about half an hour… oh God… I’m not even half done. Kiss me, Jim!”

Last night was frantic, crazy, wild; like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Which was wonderful, believe me. But I wanted to enjoy Mel in a different way today. I wanted to get to know her, this mystery woman.

I pressed her against the side of the elevator wall, my hard cock pushed into her abdomen. Both of our breaths became more rapid as the arousal level increased. Our lips pressed together in a passionate kiss.

I unbuttoned her blazer as her abundant chest heaved. Her slender figure accentuated her large breasts. I pulled back, my hands on her hips. I couldn’t help but stare.

“Look at you, Mel. You’re like… my dream woman.”

Oh wow. Can I sound any more like a teenage girl? Jesus, can’t I do any better than that!

I traced a couple fingers from her ear, down along her jawline, then lightly placed my hand over her throat for a moment. Her sharp intake of breath showed I hit a chord of some kind. I slid my hand down her chest, between her lovely breasts and slid it around her hip, pulling her close to me. Her scent intoxicated me.

The elevator slowed, and I just said, “We’re going to have us some fun today, baby girl.”

We stepped off the elevator, and I scooped her up in my arms, like a bride on her honeymoon.

“What are you doing?” she asked, laughing.

“I don’t have the slightest idea,” I assured her as I carried her to her door. “Keys? Quickly? I’m not getting any younger.”

Well, I had to set her back down. I couldn’t negotiate the key and the knob and still hold Mel at the same time. We got inside and closed the door.

“Well, Jim, what did you want to talk about–Whoa!”

I scooped her up again and just asked, “Bedroom? Quickly, now.”

Giggling, Mel answered, “Down the hall, on the left.”

I banged her foot on the couch and then knocked something off of the little occasional table she had there. I think it was just the TV remote but I couldn’t be sure. Fortunately, no glass broke.

“Sorry,” I said, trying to maintain the few shreds of dignity I had left. “How much do you weigh, anyway?” There’s that lame attempt at humor again.

“A hundred and thirty, thank you very much. When was the last time you saw the inside of a gym, mister?”

“Too long ago, obviously!”

Mel’s about 5’8” or 5’9”, so 130 pounds is absolutely perfect. I was just not as young as I wanted to be.

We made it to the bedroom with only slight shoe damage to her walls, and I dropped her on the bed, a bit unceremoniously, I must admit.

Mel propped herself up on her elbows. “You have no idea how turned on I am right now.”

I tried responding, but mostly I just breathed heavily. I held up one finger to her for a few moments, then was finally able to speak. “I think… (gasp)… I detect… (gasp, gasp)… sarcasm…”

“Noooo!” She said, sarcastically. “You need some water? I don’t have any Geritol…”

“Hey you,” I teased. “I’m not above… (gasp) spanking you again! Just gimme a second.” I forced myself to calm down and dug my phone out of my pocket.

“You calling someone?” Mel asked. “The EMTs, hopefully?”

“Hush up, you! Show some respect for your elders!” I loved that she had a sense of humor. IF you’re going to be with me, you better have one! I found the Pandora app and selected my George Benson channel. “Breezin” came on. A classic. Mel watched as I put on some awesome moves and began to strip to the soft beat and gentle guitar.

“Okay,” Mel smiled at me. “Now I AM getting turned on! Nobody’s ever danced for me before, so if this is going to be some type of lap dance, you’d better let me get to my purse so I can pull out some singles!”

I gave her the best strip show of her life, I’m sure. I threw in all the moves; Running Man, Shopping Cart, Sprinkler, Lawn Mower, and finally got all the way naked except for my argyle socks. They’re very sexy. Then I threw a Charlie Brown move at her.

“Oh God,” Mel laughed. “Please, PLEASE! Don’t stop! You are NOT fucking me with those socks on!”

“Party pooper! These are my lucky socks! And who said anything about fucking?” I did take the socks off, though. I’m not entirely stupid.

Fortunately for both of us, I was all out of dance moves. “Okay, can I be done now? You should be in a near-orgasmic state at this point.”

“Oh, I’m on the edge, Jim. Trust me. Now get over here and start doing stuff!”

I jumped on the bed beside her, then climbed on top of her and started kissing her.

“Is this one of those CFNM things?” she stopped to ask me.

“See if what?”

“C-F-N-M. Clothed Female, Naked Male. Some weird fetish thing? Alice said you were a bit goofy, but I had no idea how much…”

“No baby, you’ll be naked soon enough. I’m just gettin’ warmed up.”

Hmmm… She had a point, though. It’s kind of hard to undress someone when they are laying on the bed.

“Okay, honey. Up you go!”

As she stood before me, I felt like stopping time just to admire her some more. But I know that would make her feel weird, so I just pressed my hands alongside her thighs, feeling her delicious shape. Looking into her light green eyes, my hands slid up to her waist, slowly, enjoying her curvature, and the silkiness of her top. I took her jacket lapels in my hands and pushed the jacket back off her shoulders.

Melanie’s chest rose and fell before me. Her cleavage is right there… maintain, I told myself. Maintain! Don’t just attack them like the adolescent you really are deep inside! Keep it cool…

I reached for her waist again and curled my fingers around the base of her blouse. I pulled up ever so slowly, then her blouse hit her speed bumps. Without actually touching her breasts, I managed to get her top over them. Mel raised her arms, assisting the top’s departure.

Mel tilted her head a little bit, looking at me expectantly. “You okay, cowboy?” she asked with her little smile. Her breasts continued to rise and fall.

I was caught staring again. She can’t possibly understand, though. I’ve had thirty years of A-cups, and my wife didn’t really enjoy me playing with them. And Melanie, well, I’m not having to pay her! And here she is, this beautiful young woman, with D cups straining against this gorgeous black bra, and she wants me. So this was an extraordinary thing for me. I needed to try not to act like a blithering idiot, but it wasn’t easy. It was hard, very hard.

“I’m good, see?” I indicated my fully hard cock. Okay, get moving!

I stepped forward and embraced her while my hands traced her bra straps back to the catch. Awesome, I thought, only one hook back here. With a skill and talent that belied my actual nervousness, I undid the catch one-handed. Smooth.

I stepped back a bit, her bra straps in my hands, and pulled her bra towards me, freeing her breasts.

Breathing heavily myself, I stepped back in and encircled my arms around her waist. With her breasts pressing into me, we kissed gently. Her soft lips on mine, my left hand held her skirt while my right pulled down the zipper in the back. Melanie deftly stepped out as the skirt fell to the floor.

I dropped to my knees and discovered a little treasure that I had missed last night; a shiny studded navel piercing.

“Diamond?” I asked Mel, looking up between her breasts.

“Of course!” she laughed.

Obviously, it’s a diamond! I should’ve expected nothing less! I leaned into her tummy and licked and kissed her belly button. At the same time, I slid her black G-string down her legs. I noticed a couple more tattoos I didn’t see last night; a cross and another chinese symbol. Although her aromatic sex beckoned me, I stood up and took Melanie’s hand and led her back onto the bed.

As she reclined, I lay next to her, wrapping my right leg around her. I pushed her hair back from her face so I could kiss her better.

“Hey you,” I whispered.

“Hey,” Mel whispered back.

“I’m glad last night wasn’t just a dream.”

“Me too. I was afraid you weren’t going to call me…”

We kissed passionately, my hand caressing her cheek. Eventually, I lowered my hand to her breasts which, I’m pleased to note, didn’t disappear when she laid on her back. My fingers pressed into her firm yet yielding flesh, Mel moaned a little as I traced my fingers all over the sides of her breasts, the tops, underneath, but not the nipple. We continued kissing as I manually explored her breasts.

“Mel,” I said, eventually breaking the kiss. “I have to confess, I love your tits. I know, that’s a vulgar word. But that’s what they are, they’re great fucking tits!”

“Well, thank you! I’m glad you like them. They are liking you right now.”

“Well, I’m going to go visit them for a while. Um, if you want to turn on the TV or something, that’s fine. Cuz I’m just going to suck them for the next couple hours.”

Mel brought her arms in, squishing her breasts together for me. “Have at them!”

I wriggled my way down the side of her so that my face was in line with her lovely pink nipple. Holding her breast firmer now, I grazed my lips ever so softly over her nipple, teasing it for awhile. Shortly, I started lightly licking her hard nub with my tongue, just running it around in lazy circles. It took all of my self-control not to just glom onto the poor unsuspecting nipple and suck the crap out of it, but you can’t start out that way!

Presently, I released my grip on her breast and my hand drifted down her stomach, enjoying her silky-smooth skin. My hand danced lightly over her pelvic area, not diving in there yet, just letting her casually know ‘I’m down here playing with your parts.’

I figured Mel had enough nipple licking and I moved in for the kill. Drawing her nipple into my mouth, I began to suck. Gently at first, then with more suction. My right hand settled on her mons venus as my fingers stroked her outer lips.

Mel squirmed a little now and then, and held my head against her breast.

“Did you want to put on the news or something?” I asked, releasing her nipple. “Because I’m just getting started.”

Shaking her head at me, she pulled my head back into her breast and with her other hand, pressed my hand into the folds of her sex.

“Hey!” I mumbled into her breast. “Not so fast, these things take time, you know!”

Melanie rolled her eyes in fake disgust and relaxed again. I went back to work. I gave in to her demands a little, though. I separated her pussy lips ever so slightly with my middle finger. I found a bit of dampness at the very lower end of her sex, and pressed in, further separating those lips. I loved the feel of her wet pussy.

While still trying to get some milk out of Mel’s breast, I slowly stroked her pussy up and down, enjoying her liquid velvet. I settled my finger near the top, and slowly rolled my finger left and right, then up and down, then in circles around and on her clitoris.

This went on for several more minutes, my hand dipping back into her sex for more juices to keep her clit wet. Mel was downright mewling at this point. As she lifted her hips up and down, I moved my hand down a little more so my finger could slide inside her while my palm still stimulated her clit.

That was the ticket! Mel blew out her mouth several times and arched her back, and just whispered “cumming”, then fell back completely on the bed.

I brought my drenched fingers up to her as yet untouched breast and circled her nipple. The little nub grew as hard as it could get. I licked her soaking nipple as I crossed over her body onto her other side for better access to this breast.

Now, my left hand went down to her sex as I sucked her left breast.

“Are you…” wondered Mel. “Are you going to do this all over again?”

“I said you could turn on the TV!” and I resumed my tit-work. This poor breast had been neglected all afternoon! I couldn’t just let it sit here all lonely. Mel, however, was rather worked up already. It only took a couple of minutes of this before she came again.

Somewhat reluctantly, I left her breast and crawled back up to Mel as she opened her legs wide, ready for me to penetrate her. Truly, my cock was more than ready for that! But I thought she might need just a little more stimulation first. Maybe a lot.

“Would you mind terribly if I kissed your pussy for a minute?” I asked.

Feigning a little anger, Mel asked me, “Do you have to? I’ve been waiting to get fucked for quite awhile now.”

“Yeah, hon, I’m sorry. But it has to be done.”

“Well alright then,” she smirked. “If it has to be done.” I decided right there and then I would do just about anything to get her to give me that sexy smirk more often.

Since Melanie was already warmed up I didn’t spend a lot of time on the preliminaries, I just dove in head first. Well, mouth first! Her nectar flowed over my tongue as I sank it deep inside her. I love tasting a woman for the first time, it’s just so intimate, and she was deliciously clean and slightly tangy.

Honey, darling, sweetheart. My face is buried in your pussy and you taste so good, I’m just going to eat you up forever, my love.

I slipped in two fingers without any hesitation from her as I concentrated my tongue more on her clitoris. Then three, and shortly I managed to get the fourth in there as well. She was so tight but so juicy that it wasn’t a problem. I moved a little to one side so I could get a better angle for my hand; I wanted to be sure to tickle her G-spot. It should be… right up… around here… yes! This is it.

I worked my hand back and forth slowly but firmly inside her tight canal as I alternated between sucking her clitoral area through my teeth and fiercely licking her. I settled on just pressing hard on her clit with my tongue as my hand forcefully rammed into her vagina.

Oh God, Melanie. Please cum for me. I want to make you cum again. Cum for me now.

And Melanie’s thighs clamped on my head, and I couldn’t move my hand back and forth anymore. Melanie moaned and then screamed to God but I could barely hear her with my ears completely covered by her legs. But I could feel her pussy contract and convulse and pulsate, and I felt a sudden surge of new juices.

I sucked and swallowed as best I could, seeing as how I still had very little breathing room. Melanie bucked a few times, and a new spasm wracked her body every now and then, stillness. Then her legs collapsed, releasing me, but I stayed with my mouth glued onto her clit.

Mel panted at me “Jim! Please… stop…” And she tried to lift my head off her puss, but I held on for dear life. She’s not getting rid of me that easy! I knew that her clit was probably on overload in terms of sensitivity, but for some reason, I wouldn’t let go.

First, she pulled my hair, but that didn’t work. Then she started rolling side to side, and then picked her left side and rolled over completely. But I still held on. For another few moments, anyway. Legs are stronger than arms, and hers won out. She disengaged herself from my still eager mouth.

She sat there, crouched, for a few moments as both of us breathed heavily.

“Goddammit…” she wheezed. “Sorry…(gasp)… I get a little sensitive…”

I practically jumped on her and forced her down on the bed. My cock had suffered years of neglect in these past forty minutes! I had to let the wild mustang go free!

He (my cock!) plowed right into her tight pussy, lubricated by all of her delicious honey. Melanie gasped at her stretching, then yelped as I began seriously fucking her. We couldn’t kiss at this point as the fucking was too fast, too furious.

I will admit to being proud of myself. I’m no porn star that can go on for half an hour, but I went for a long, long time. Ten or twelve minutes, for sure. Or maybe five. Definitely at least five. But that’s a lot of strokes as I relentlessly pistoned in and out of her tight sex. I was trying to pin her to the bed with my pulsing, steely cock. God, she felt so good. And I was doing her some good, too. Mel could only pant and chirp, with the occasional long moan thrown in as she tried to breathe. I wanted this to be a loving, romantic afternoon for us. But instead, we’re just fucking like wild animals. Maybe that’s a different kind of romance.

I held off as long as I could. At least five minutes, dammit. Yes, I’m sure! I decided to see how she was doing.

“You like…(pant) me fucking you?”

“Shit yeah!” she panted.

“Say it,” I commanded. “Say you love… you love me fucking your cunt.”

“I love it!”

“You love what?”

“I love you fucking me! Goddammit!” she was practically screaming at this point.

“Say it… say ‘cunt’.”

“I don’t… like that word,” Mel complained.

“Say it now!” I demanded. “Or I’ll stop.”

“Fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt! Jesus Christ FUCK MY FUCKING CUNT!”

That’s kind of a magic word for me. “Cunt.” Too nasty and vulgar for regular use, but oh so very damn nasty and vulgar during sex.

I drove deep and stayed there as my orgasm swept through me. I poured squirt after hot squirt of my love juice deep into Melanie. I shivered for a moment, the orgasm was so strong. I think Melanie was cumming too, oh yeah, she definitely was.

We both floated around for a minute or so, gasping a little, giggling some. Grownups shouldn’t giggle, at least grown men shouldn’t. But I do sometimes, after sex. Sex should be fun! I like having a good time and showing it. Melanie kissed me all over my face, lapping up some of her juices, I’m sure.

“Let’s roll over, tiger” Mel suggested.

We went to my left and Mel stayed with me, my cock still implanted inside her. He was down to about 90 percent, though, and deflating quickly.

Melanie rose off me and splooshed all of our mixed cum right onto my dick and pelvis area. We both giggled again.

“Let me get that for you,” she offered as she began to lick my cock clean. Her beautiful blonde hair, now damp and sweaty and messy, dragged through some the cum. Her kisses roused him a little, but I was too dead. Or too old! Shit, it sucks being old.

= = =

I was on such a high a few minutes ago, but then my brain started functioning again. Stupid brain, it always wrecks stuff.

I just couldn’t shake the big lingering question, why me? Knowing full well that this could ruin everything, I plunged ahead because I had to know. I mean, people don’t just enter my life and need spankings and have wild sex with me every day. That seems like a porno movie, not real life. Is she after something? That can’t be it, she’s got a good job, beautiful apartment, nice car… what’s going on?

“Mel, I have to get serious with you for a little bit.”

“You sure you want to do that?” Mel teased as she twirled my chest hairs in her fingers.

I looked her in the eye, which was hard because some semen strings hung in her hair and they distracted me.

“I have to know, Melanie. What… where did this come from? I mean, is… all this… you and me… is this just random chance or, something else.”

“Mmmmm, something else,” was all she said, smiling. We lay for several moments in silence.

“Well, I guess I could spank it out of you, but I’m not sure your ass could take that kind of punishment again in less than 24 hours. Can you just tell me, please?”

“Alright, Mr. Jansen. I happen to know quite a bit about you. A lot, in fact. And everything I hear just makes you… more attractive to me.”

“You *know* about me? How? From who?”

“Well, Alice does talk about you an awful lot. You took her to a Britney Spears concert. And you two are always doing things together like Comic-Con, Halloween dress-up, all the things you did for her in the high school Drama club productions. You sat in the front row of every one of her shows, for God’s sake! And more than that, she said the other kids all loved you because you’re goofy and you talked with them and hung out with them. How you’re still that way and help with any issue she has. You protect her from semi-crazy Mom… you just sound like the perfect guy and a great dad.”

I couldn’t believe that she knows so much about me from overhearing my daughter Alice’s conversations. I mean, my understanding was that Alice and Mel weren’t exactly buddies. “Iron Balls Johnson” is the nickname I heard from Alice.

“Well,” I said, trying to think of something to say. “So I’m a nice guy to his kid. But nice guys finish last. Nice guys don’t get the hot, sexy girl. This doesn’t explain much.”

“Tell you what, Jim. Since I know so much about you and you know nothing about me, I’ll give you a crash course, Melanie 101. It will take about two hours or so. You got that kind of time?”

“Sure, I’ve got all day! What’s this crash course?” Really, I had nothing else to do and wasn’t in a hurry to get home to my wife who was just counting down the minutes to Four O’Clock so she could start drinking.

“Hang on a minute,” she said as she slipped out of bed. There was none of that ‘oh I need to be covered with a sheet’ crap, Melanie strode confidently around the apartment completely nude, and she was poetry in motion. Yes, an old cliche, but that’s what she looked like. She found her iPad and jumped back in the bed beside me. She fiddled with it for a few moments, getting something ready.

“Here,” she said as she handed me the tablet. “Read these in sequence. I wrote these as diary entries years ago, then thought of making it into some kind of story so now it’s in chapters. Anyway, it’s all true, and you’ll get to know quite a bit about me.”

I had kind of hoped that we would just make love and hang out all day, but this suddenly turned very interesting. Maybe I’ll get some answers.

“Awesome,” was all I said as I picked up her tablet.

“You want a beer, big boy?” she called as she headed out of the bedroom. “I’ve got Stella and 805. And those Frito Twists, honey barbecue.”

Okay, those are all my favorite things. That’s no coincidence. She’s been spying on me!

“805 would be perfect!” I hollered out after her. I’m not so much into the craft beer rage, I just like regular beer. But that Firestone-Walker 805 is very nice, very nice indeed.

She came back with a tray that held two opened 805s, one in a small container of ice for when I finished the first. And a bowl of the Fritos. Gotta be careful with those as your fingers get all greasy and orange. We got some pillows to prop me up in a good comfy position.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“I thought I’d take a shower and get your cum out of my hair,” she said, smiling. “Of course, if that’s alright with you.”

Just as my face broke into a big smile, she leaned in and gave me a hot, lingering kiss. After she broke our passionate embrace, I watched as she sexily sashayed into the bathroom and I heard her turn on the water.

I got up and found my pants, dug in the pocket for a Viagra. I was pretty sure I would need this little blue guy. I swigged it with half a beer. My mind felt as if it was uncontrollably spinning. However, I attempted to focus while opening up her tablet. I began reading and almost immediately, my jaw dropped open as I entered her world.

= = =

At about 45 minutes into her diary, I yelled for her to come to the bedroom.


“What’s up, honey?” she asked, anxiously. Probably she’s a bit nervous about what I’m reading, she is sharing some extremely personal stuff in this diary. She wore a little tiny blue thing that could nearly be called a robe, but maybe for a midget. It almost covered her entire pussy. Almost.

“You answer the door wearing that?” I asked, mischievously.

“What, this old thing? Only for the plumber or when I don’t want to tip the pizza delivery boy. What’s up?”

“What’s up, you ask. Well, my cock is up, that’s what!” I lifted the bedding to show her that I did, indeed, have a problem.

“Oh!” Mel exclaimed. “That’s definitely an issue. Let me see what I can do…”

She wrapped her still damp hair in a kind of loose knot on top of her head so it wouldn’t dangle on me.

“Where are you in the story.”

“Let’s see… chapter, uh, 4. You are going all bisexual on poor unsuspecting Gianna. I didn’t know you were bisexual!”

Mel winked at me, then nestled in between my legs and gripped my solid shaft. She gave it a couple strokes and a small droplet appeared at the top.

“Read it to me,” she said.

“Uh, now?”

“Mmm hmmm,” was her final answer as her mouth was now occupied by my cock.

This will be like watching a porno and getting sucked at the same time. Only better! I started reading to Mel from her diary/story. The situation was she and her friend Gianna were starting to get it on in Mel’s apartment.

“God Gianna, your breasts are beautiful,” I whispered huskily, as I took one of her nipples into my mouth and felt it grow instantly hard.

I moved my hand from her vagina and onto her other breast, letting her hard nipple run through my fingertips, hearing her purr, as I played with her perfect mounds.

I let her nipple pop out of my mouth and saw my saliva drip slightly off of it, as I took the other one in my mouth, sucking gently, then harder, hearing a loud moan escape her mouth and feeling her head thrash back against the pillow. She moaned loudly again as I gently bit her nipple and leaned backward just a bit, teasing her, before the hard nub of flesh popped out of my mouth.

“Holy fucking shit Mel! I can’t take much more of this!” Her unparalleled technique nearly drove me to just drop the tablet altogether. My cock was running into something in her mouth. It’s… she’s Deep-Throating me! I’d never had that done to me before. Holy shit that’s fucking awesome, I thought. No wonder guys like this!

She pulled off of me for a moment to catch her breath and asked me, “Keep reading, please?”
I wasn’t exactly sure of where I left off, so I just picked a paragraph at random. Again, reading as Melanie:

I removed my hands from her breasts and gently pulled her inner lips apart, exposing her clit. I moved my head forward and ran my tongue over the little nub lightly, and I felt her body tense up. She involuntarily pulled my hair as she screamed and her body started to shake as she convulsed in orgasm. I held her thighs tight, never letting her vagina and my mouth break contact until I could tell she was starting to come down and regain control again.

Mel just deep-throated me one too many times on my little magic spot right under the mushroom head. I warned her I was going to cum, trying to be gentlemanly but also hoping she wouldn’t stop.

She didn’t stop.

I grabbed her head with both hands and held her down on my cock. My hot cum shot up into her mouth, down her throat, and she swallowed it all down like a fucking pro. I released her and she rose up a bit, pumping my cock to get the last drops out, and swallowed those down, too.

Mel got up quickly and stood over me, straddling my head as I sat propped up in the bed. Her pussy towered over me by a good foot. Mel held herself up with one hand against the wall while she seriously frigged her pussy with the other.

“Come on!” she panted. “Read! More!”

Shit! Um! I picked up the tablet and found more to read:

Her pelvis was rocking now and I had to concentrate to keep my mouth on her. I was making loud slurping noises as my mouth continued to make contact with her hot, wet sex. I was so worked up that I slid my other hand down between my legs and inserted two fingers into my own pussy, and used my thumb to rub my clit. My fingers were soaked within a few moments, as I slowly pushed them in and out of my vagina, listening to her moan, as I licked her.

“Oh FUCK!” yelled Melanie as she came hard, her legs trembling. I grabbed her ass cheeks to help steady her.

“Oh Jesus good GOD!” she cried as another orgasmic wave seemed to hit her.

Mel’s legs started to buckle, so I guided her down on top of me. Of course, I brought her pussy to my face and she smeared me as she went down further. I’m damn happy to say that I was still hard, so I lifted her up by her hips and set her down on top of my cock. Her dripping sex needed no ‘warming up’ by me, she was already burning with lust.

She fell into me, then we kind of scootched down to a more flat position. Mel kissed me, then licked my face of her juice.

“I taste pretty fucking good, don’t I?”

“The best!” I assured her as I pulled her down for more kisses.

She rested her forehead against mine and we looked into each other’s eyes. It’s blurry, of course, but very intimate.

“You’re still hard,” she mused. “I like that in a man.”

“Like I have a choice!” I replied. “What else am I supposed to do? Go limp? With you around? I don’t think that’s going to happen.”

I bucked my pelvis up into her, making her jerk and shudder.

“Still cumming?” I asked. She nodded affirmatively.

“More, please,” she asked in a gasping whisper.

I rolled over on top Mel, still inside her. I rose up on my hands which concentrated my weight on her pelvis. Good. I thrust my cock deep inside her, up to the hilt. Earlier this afternoon we made what I thought was beautiful love. Now, I just wanted to fuck her until she screamed for more. Fuck her until she couldn’t take anymore. I wanted her to know who I am.

Mel grabbed my ass and pulled me hard into her with each stroke, and she started moaning and gasping in what I considered to be an entirely too-loud of voice.

I lowered myself down on top of her and grabbed both of her wrists with my hands. I raised them over her head and held her crossed wrists down on the bed with my left hand. She wasn’t entirely restrained, of course, but she got the idea. I clamped my right hand over her mouth; in effect, I was trying to put the cork back in the champagne bottle after it had already been shaken.

I pounded her pussy as hard and as fast as I could while pinning her arms down. She squirmed and screamed bloody murder into my hand covering her mouth; then she breathed sharply through her nose as I kept my hand firmly over her mouth. She struggled under my relentless cock-attack. At one point I moved my right hand off of her mouth, ostensibly to re-position myself but really I wanted to give her a chance to tell me to stop or something. She just fucking moaned loudly.

I clamped my hand back over her mouth and kept fucking her.

There’s an interesting side-effect to Viagra that folks may not know about. The first time you cum, everything is normal. However, Viagra lets you get hard again. And when it does for me, it becomes very difficult to cum again as my cock goes into what my masseuse calls “Insensitive Prick Mode.” My cock is hard but it basically can’t or won’t cum under normal circumstances, for quite a while anyway. What made him cum a few moments ago won’t make him cum now. The good part is that he will stay hard for a good damn long time. Since I just came in her mouth a few minutes ago, Mel was now in for it.

Mel had wrapped her legs around mine by this time and bucked against me furiously. My mouth replaced my hand covering her mouth so I could squeeze her fucking tits hard. She screamed into my mouth, a very weird feeling! I kept pumping her hard as I continued to pin her arms down.

After several minutes of pounding her, I let go of her with my right hand and forced it under her ass. I probed and pushed and worked my way down her crack. It was fucking drenched. I rubbed between her ass cheeks and found her most private of areas, smothered in steamy pussy juice. I worked my middle finger in as far up her ass as it would go. I couldn’t tell if Mel noticed. But my cock felt the difference in pressure as my finger probed her ass.

Despite her very tight pussy and my relentless fucking, my cock held strong and had no intentions of cumming. Damnit! I can’t fuck forever and I want to cum again! Thankfully, I had just read her diary and discovered that Mel was well-versed in the Anal Arts. I wanted to fuck her ass. I wanted to cum in her ass. And her ass was very well lubed from her dripping pussy. When the stars align, it’s a good thing.

Releasing her arms from their prison, I pulled out of her pussy and raised myself up on my knees. Mel reluctantly opened her eyes to see what was happening. I’m pretty sure she was just fine where she was, though, pinned down and getting fucked. She panted in anticipation, her breasts rising and falling, waiting to see what was up next.

“Grab your knees,” I instructed. “Yeah, now hold them up like that.” This had the effect of raising her hips and opening her ass up wide. I moved back down towards her.

At first, I re-entered her pussy, to which she almost seemed disappointed. But this was just to get him at maximum wetness. I pulled my dick out and slid it down an inch or so. I pressed my cock against her butt. Against her ass. My cock head pressed into her (currently closed) opening.

“You wouldn’t,” she gasped. “You don’t want to fuck me there.”

“Oh Mel, but I do. Ever since I saw it wiggling around in the shower last night, I wanted to fuck your ass. And I’m going to.”

“But I don’t like that!” she complained.

“Uh, dearest Melanie, have you forgotten already? I’m reading your diary, you love getting plowed in the butt.”

“Oh yeah… shit…” Mel made a face at me, then nodded her head to the left and whispered, “Top drawer?”

“Don’t move… stay….” Reluctantly, I disengaged from Mel for a moment to check out the drawer in her nightstand. Aha! Mixed in with the usual rubble of woman things and whatnots and condoms was a small squeeze bottle of Astro-Glide lubricant.

Leaping back to Melanie, and hoping we hadn’t lost our momentum, I resumed my position in between her raised legs. Mel looked at me expectantly. I bent down and kissed her luscious, delicate folds of skin, and then spoke to her between kisses.

“Melanie… (pussy kisses)… I’ve only known you for a little while… (kisses on her rectum)… but I’ve been waiting… (tonguing her opening)… for you forever… “

I doused her entire area with the lube, then rubbed her gently with my fingers, probing here and there at her opening. I licked and made love to her clit, sucking it into my mouth and straining all her flesh back through my teeth. My finger sunk deep inside her ass. I continued to orally molest her vagina and forced a second finger inside her backside. She accepted it with no trouble.

“Get up here and kiss me, goddamnit!” commanded Mel. “If you’re going to take my ass, at least kiss me first!”

I withdrew my fingers from inside her and happily climbed back up on her. I kissed her hard and she kissed me back hard, my rigid cock bounced around down there. I guided myself inside her pussy for a few more strokes to lube myself up. Then, finding the little Astro-Glide bottle again, I gave him a thorough soaking of lube.

I re-positioned myself and Mel pulled her legs up and apart, widening herself to her maximum. My hand guided my cock to her sensitive opening, I pressed in slightly.

Tight, I thought. Ever so tight. And good and slippery, too. God, it felt good on my cock. I checked on Mel; she nodded at me, her lips pursed. I pressed on, slowly. The entire head slipped in. Pleased with myself, I let him sit there for a few moments to let her adjust to having a cock where it isn’t supposed to be.

I kissed Mel as I inched back and forth over the span of a minute or so, taking my time as I stretched her fully, millimeter by millimeter. I was about three-quarters inside when I slipped a bit and fell all the rest of the way in and hit ‘bottom’.

She whimpered a little bit, then grit her teeth for several moments, let out some “oh my Gods”, and finally relaxed in agony/pleasure as my cock sunk all the way inside her asshole. Jesus, I thought. It had been more than twenty years since I had fucked a girl in the ass. And now I’m fucking Melanie’s ultra-tight ass. My “Insensitive Prick” began regaining his sensitivity, thank God. I wanted to cum in her ass so badly.

I kissed Mel again and moved slowly back and forth inside her. She mewled with pleasure as I rose up on my hands and stroked her slowly. My pleasure was nearly at its maximum. I drove into her faster and harder. I just needed a little more…

Mel reached down to touch herself as I stroked her ass hard.

“No,” I commanded. Not sure why I said that.

Shocked, she stopped for a moment, then continued playing with herself. I raised up a bit and grabbed her right arm and pinned it on the bed. She then moved her left arm to play with herself.

Exasperated with her, I slapped her right tit. Not terribly hard, but enough to get her attention.

“Wait your turn!” I said jokingly.

“Fuck that!” she laughed. “I need to cum now!” And she quickly shoved her hand back to her wet sex.

Just as quickly, I grabbed her arm, then slapped her tit again. Harder this time.

“You’ve already cum like, ten times!” I reminded her. “It’s my turn!”

And I slapped her tit again, in time with the bottom stroke of my cock in her ass. Her amazingly tight ass. I could get used to this, I thought.

“You wouldn’t,” Mel gasped. “You wouldn’t *dare* slap my tit again!” Her eyes twinkled at me with lust and desire.

I stopped fucking her ass for a moment as I looked into her lovely green eyes. Once again, I almost couldn’t believe that I am making love to this fantastic woman. I just wanted to hold her gently, caress her lightly, make it all better… then why am I slapping her tit and nearly raping her ass?

Oh yeah, because I love her. Which doesn’t make any sense as I’ve known her for all of about twelve hours now.

I grabbed her breast in my hand and squeezed it hard, distending her nipple upwards. Bending my head down, I licked, then kissed, then sucked on her hardening nub. I kept fucking her ass, of course. I was so close, so fucking close.

Finally, I relented and told Mel to go for it. She quickly mashed her palm into her clitoris and sank I don’t know how many fingers inside her hot folds. With her other hand, Mel grabbed and squeezed a breast.

“You want to slap my tits?” she teased. “Huh? Tough guy? Like this?” And she gave her own breast some decent little smacks.

That was it.

“Oh God!” I shouted as my cock shot my hot cum deep inside her. I dropped down on my elbows, I couldn’t hold myself up anymore. Mel finished herself off with her hand and arm still trapped under my stomach. I felt the convulsions from her sex emanate through her pussy walls as she came. I fell completely on top of her as my cock drained itself of cum. Mel withdrew her arm from under me and we lay in a single panting, sweating heap. Spent.

I became aware of my weight on her, a gentleman would get off her and let her breathe, I thought. I began to disentangle myself.

“Wait, babe,” she whispered in my ear. “You can roll off when he falls out by himself.”

= = =

At around four in the afternoon, I texted my wife about an ‘emergency’ meeting with my boss, told her I wouldn’t be home until much later. Yes, it was Friday night, but this wasn’t all that unusual. My boss had emergencies on a regular basis.

At a little after five, I clicked the tablet off and wiped my eyes with a tissue from Mel’s nightstand. Wow. I couldn’t believe she let me read this, it was so personal, so revealing, so sexy, and then so terribly tragic.

In a very small nutshell, Mel had been a ‘kept woman’ to a very wealthy man much older than her. About as old as I am, in fact. They were engaged in a Dom/sub relationship for nearly two years, but I wasn’t sure of the exact timeframe. Mel was completely in love with this guy; he was appreciative and gave her all kinds of very expensive gifts, including paying off her student loans, but he wasn’t in love with her. They had lots of adventures that were damn sexy to read about, but then he broke her heart, horribly. I know next to nothing about that kind of relationship, but for a submissive to be cast adrift, it’s devastating.

Being a ‘kept woman’ might bother some people, but I didn’t give a shit. Shoot, if some lady wanted to pay me to fuck her, I’d do it in a heartbeat!

“Hey, Mel?” I called out to her. She was in the kitchen doing some lawyer work. “I’m finished.”

“Okay,” she quietly answered back. Then I heard the chair scrape across the floor as she left her seat.

Now dressed in some gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt, she entered the bedroom but stayed in the doorway. Arms crossed over her chest, slumped against the doorjamb, she stared out the window. She seemed much smaller than she was.

“Come here, honey” I coaxed.

She ambled over as I patted the bed next to me. I held back the covers and she slid in next to me. She still hadn’t really looked at me yet. Was she ashamed? I didn’t think so. Afraid of what I thought, maybe?

“It’s okay, honey,” I reassured her as I pulled her close to me. She lay on her side, hands clasped under her chin. “It’s okay.”

She sniffed a little and nodded her head.

“I’m not ‘him.’” I continued. “I’m not that guy.”

“I know, I don’t want you to be ‘him’.” Mel sniffed a couple more times.

I teased her a bit. “I mean, you know, my private plane… well, it’s in the shop right now. Somebody bent the wing and we’re waiting for a part.”

Mel chuckled a bit.

“And that Ford Fusion I drive?” I continued. “That’s just so people won’t think I’m stuck up.”

She shook her head and giggled a little more.

I held her closer. “Nothing’s changed, sweetheart. Not for me.”

Mel relaxed a little, then shifted her body as her left arm reached across my chest. “Are you sure? I just wanted… I wanted you to know what you’re getting into.” She looked up at me with damp, reddened eyes. Who could ever break this girl’s heart?

I pulled her even tighter to me and smiled. “I still love you. Probably more, now.”

“Do you?” she asked. “Because, I love you, too.”

I kissed her, then smiled. “Yes, most definitely.”

“But,” I continued. “Do you know what *you’re* getting into? I’m, uh, a little bit older than you.”

“I hadn’t noticed,” she answered me.

“I mean, I’m so old that I know who the Beatles are. In fact, I know most of their songs by heart, and I sing them loudly in the car.”

Mel perked up. “Sing me one now!”

“What? No! That was just an example! I, uh, I sing like shit! And there’s no music…”

Mel raised her eyebrows and looked expectantly at me. I may be old but I sure ain’t wise. Okay, think of one, think of one…

“Alright. I got one. It’s an old one but not real popular.” I sat up so I could breathe a little bit. “You’re really gonna make me do this?”

Mel nodded.

I took in a breath and proceeded to embarrass myself.

You say you will love me
If I have to go.
You’ll be thinking of me
Somehow I will know.
Someday when I’m lonely
Wishing you weren’t so far away,
Then I will remember
Things we said today.

You say you’ll be mine, girl
Till the end of time
These days such a kind girl
Seems so hard to find
Someday when we’re dreaming
Deep in love, not a lot to say
Then we will remember
Things we said today
Me, I’m just the lucky kind
Love to hear you say that love is luck
And though we may be blind
Love is here to stay and that’s enough

To make you mine, girl
Be the only one
Love me all the time, girl
We’ll go on and on
Someday when we’re dreaming
Deep in love, not a lot to say
Then we will remember
Things we said today

I shrugged. “There is another verse and chorus, but, you get the idea.” I kind of thought I didn’t sound half bad, for an old man.

Mel didn’t move for a few moments, then she threw her arms around me and kissed me a few hundred times.

“That’s probably the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard!” she said between kisses. “Things We Said Today, is that the title?”

“Yes,” I managed to get a word out. “Paul wrote it. Paul McCartney.”

“I know who Paul McCartney is, silly” she teased. “I’m not as old as you, but I’m not stupid, either!”

“No, you definitely are not stupid. A lawyer, bucking for a partnership, right? You’ve got to be pretty fucking smart, I’d say. Oh, and the way you write, God Damn! You’re like a professional! You could write novels, movies, something. When you were with Gina–”

“Gianna,” she corrected.

“Sorry. Gianna. Hell, I could totally picture you two, it was so hot. So… real.”

“You’re just being nice,” she demurred.

“No, I’m serious. You’re really, really good.”

She smiled and we kissed some more.

“Hey,” I said, breaking the kiss. “You hungry? I’ve been banging this wild chick all day and I’m starving!”

“I know what you mean!” she replied. “This old guy has been buggering the crap out of me and I’m basically malnourished!”

We got out of bed and I led us to the kitchen. I wanted to see what she had on hand.

“Oh,” Mel said, surprised. “I thought, maybe, we could go out somewhere?”

“Are you kidding?” I asked, laughing. I saw we needed some things. “And waste all that time in a damn car! No way. I saw that market downstairs, I’ll be back in, like, fifteen minutes and make you something good. You’re not a vegetarian or anything or you?”

She shook her head no. I dressed and headed to the door.

“Hey,” Mel called. “You’re coming back, right? This isn’t some kind of bang and run thing, is it? Because just tell me if it is and–”

I pulled her to me and kissed her passionately as I dug my hand into my pocket. I pressed my car keys into her hand.

“Get out some pots and pans, and set the table? Back in a few.”

= = =

It took twenty minutes, but I was back with several bags of goodies, including chilled wine. Melanie had put on black yoga pants and a purple tank top. It was obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra because I could discern the faintest outlines of her nipples through the thin material. With her blonde hair tied up in a ponytail and no makeup on, she looked gorgeous.

“Chicken?” she asked. “Wow, I thought you were more of a steak guy.”

“Be nice! I love steak, but this dish is my specialty. You might love it. Set the oven to 375, and start chopping me some of that cilantro? Por favor?”

I seasoned and then sauteed the chicken breasts while she chopped the veggies. I couldn’t help it, though. I had to ask about ‘The Guy’ from her diary. I poured us some cold Cakebread chardonnay that I brought back from the store.

“So… uh… when did you guys break up?” I asked.

Mel just skipped a single chop, then quickly resumed.

“Oh, you know. Awhile ago.”

She was being evasive. Then she took a few gulps of the wine.

I kept browning the chicken. “Is it over? Are you… done? With Him?”

“Yep,” she answered. I’ve never heard a lawyer talk so little.

I took off the chickens and started making the cream sauce. Fresh garlic, heavy cream, chicken broth, red pepper flakes, onions. And the cilantro.

“Here,” I continued. “Can I have some of that cilantro now?”

“Yeah, sure, whatever you need.” Mel was definitely fidgety.

I scraped the choppings into the sauce and stirred firmly.

“Mel. Just be truthful with me. Please? You showed me your diary for a reason, you wanted me to know about you. So just… let me know.”

“Alright,” she said quietly. “It’s over. But I’m kind of afraid of him. I was so… attached to him… back then. Maybe dependant is the better word. I don’t want to go back to him, to that. But at the same time… Jesus… at the same time, I miss some of it. Oh God!”

I turned off the fire under the pan and hugged her. She melted into me as I held her head against my chest.

“So that explains you wanting the spanking last night.”

Mel nodded.

“Okay, honey. Well, again. I’m not ‘him’. I loved last night, though! But at the same time, I felt bad about spanking you too hard.”

“It wasn’t too hard,” she reassured me.

“Still, I left marks on you…!”

“Sometimes,” Mel started. “Every once in awhile, I… like to get… torn up a little bit. Not always. But sometimes.”

Mel reached down between my legs and felt my hardening member. She smiled up at me.

“You sure you’re an old man? Damn, this thing is almost ready again!”

“Ahem! Yes. Well. In the spirit of full disclosure, I must admit to taking a Viagra this afternoon. So that wasn’t all ‘me’ today.”

“Why?” Mel asked. “You didn’t need it last night!”

“Yeah well, I just didn’t want any issues today! Last night was incredible, you’re incredible! But the last couple years… things don’t always go the way I want them.”

“I see. Well, let’s try not to use it in the future. If there’s any issues, no harm, no foul. Okay, old man?”

“‘In the future’. I like the sound of that.” We clinked our glasses.

I fired up the stove again to resume making the creamy cilantro sauce. It’s the best. You know what else is good in it? Bacon. Little bits of chopped bacon–

“Um,” Melanie began. “Since we’re telling our secrets. I’ve got one more. You want to know how I know so much about you?”

“Yeah, sure. I just figured you overheard some of Alice’s conversations. Or you’re a big snoop.”

“Not exactly,” Melanie countered.

I stirred the sauce, making sure none of it stuck to the pan.

“Your daughter… Alice… well… despite what she may have told you, we’re pretty good friends, actually.

“In fact,” continued Mel. “You see… we’re sleeping together.”

The sauce bubbled quietly on the stove, filling the kitchen with delicious smells. I’m a pretty good sauce maker, I thought.

“And I invited her to dinner tonight,” Mel said quietly.

I set the stirring spoon down.