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 Subject: UM 05 Ohio Racing On The Figure Eight pt1
Codes: F solo, FF, MF
Summary: The relationship between Micky and Melissa intensifies. 
Melissa has a chance encounter with an interesting sales girl.



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   Racing on the Figure Eight - Part 1

   Elaine's Bistro, in downtown Columbus, was a successful business.  The
food was excellent, the drinks were strong, the atmosphere perfect, the
prices reasonable, the staff was superb, and the owner gracious; but, most
importantly, the chefs were outstanding!  Anthony Romano, the Chef de
Cuisine, specialized in Italian and American cuisine, and Melissa Futch,
the sous chef, specialized in Mediterranean fare and seafood.  The Chefs de
Partie were well-paid and extremely competent.

   Melissa's shift at Elaine's Bistro was scheduled to end at eleven on
Sunday night.  She never had to clock in or out, she was a salaried
employee.  At nine, Anthony put an arm around her and told her to head
home. The restaurant was nearly empty and the Chefs de Partie were more
than capable of taking care of any orders that might come in.

   "You sure Anthony?  I can stay, and you could clear out, if you want. 
Hell, you'll be back here tomorrow even though we're closed!"

   "Yes, I'm sure Melissa.  If I'm not mistaken, you've stayed late for the
last three Sundays.  Go home and get some rest.  I'll e-mail you the week's
menu tomorrow and you can make your additions ...  same shopping schedule?"

   "Could you go on Tuesday?  I have a date Monday."

   Anthony smiled and tried his best to hug his beautiful coworker.

   "A date?  Girl, you can have all of Tuesday off if you want!"

   Melissa smiled and gave Anthony a quick hug before saying, "No, that
will be OK.  I'll shop Wednesday and Friday, if that works for you."

   With their schedules settled, Melissa headed home early.

   On the drive, Melissa thought about work.  She loved working at
Elaine's; everyone was so nice and friendly.  Anthony was a treasure to
work with, and she learned so much from him.  For a moment, she considered
heading to the Pour House to see what was going on but then thought better
of it.

   Melissa pulled into the attached garage, thankful that Matt had insisted
she take his space when she moved in.  She felt much safer getting out of
the car in the closed garage.  She turned the car off, clicked "close" on
the remote opener, and then sat for a moment in the car.  She felt the
familiar wave of emotion take over her as she played back Anthony's
innocent comment in reaction to her saying she had a date.  The sobs came
uncontrollably and it took her several minutes to regain control.

   Thankfully, neither Matt nor Nate was around and she was able to get to
her room without having to talk to anyone.  She was home early and it was
likely that the two of them were taking advantage of some extra privacy. 
She fell on her bed and lay motionless while reflecting on her life and
current condition.

   Melissa had faced many challenges and was relatively happy with how the
past few years had worked out, except for the gaping hole she felt inside.
She would never admit it, but she had always thought she would have been
married with children by now.  Mike was a refreshing change; she really
liked him.  If he just didn't turn out to be an asshole, well then ...

   Melissa stood, undressed, put on her bathrobe, grabbed the scented
candle and headed to the bathroom.  She ran the bath, lit the lilac scented
candle, and poured bath salts into the tub.  She kept a small radio in the
bathroom and set it to the "relax and refresh" station.

   In front of the mirror, she let the robe fall from her body.  She
secured her hair up, she would wash it tomorrow, and then let her hands
rest on her shoulders for a moment.  She turned side to side a little and
examined her breasts.  They were still firm and maintained a nice ski-jump
form; an expression she picked up from an old boyfriend.  Her hands moved
down from her shoulders and cupped her breasts.

   Melissa had large puffy areola, which seemed to cover the entire front
of her tits.  When she was younger, she was very self-conscious about them;
but, as her experiences with men increased, she found that they loved them!
Her areola and nipples were very sensitive.  She moved her hands out front,
spreading her fingers so that each nipple was located between the index and
middle fingers.  She then began to scissor her fingers over her nipples. 
The pleasure shot through her as they became more erect in response to the
stimulation.

   Melissa alternated between fondling her entire breast and scissoring her
nipples, causing her to bend slightly forward as her excitement grew.  She
looked in the mirror and straightened herself up.  She cupped both breasts,
alternatively with her left hand, as she lowered her right to her stomach.
She liked the shape her little bit of a belly gave her body.  She circled
her hand over her stomach and played her fingers into her navel as her
other hand massaged her tits.

   She dropped her right hand down between her legs, and ran her index
finger along her slit, up and over her clit as she squeezed her right tit
with force.  At the same time, she thought of Mike and their lovemaking a
few nights ago at his house.  She trembled as a wave of pleasure rode
through her body.  She slid her finger down and then back up her slit; she
nearly doubled over as the jolt hit her in the abdomen.  She breathed a
sultry, "Mike" as she relaxed.

   At that moment she heard the bath running.

   "Shit!"

   She turned and saw the tub was almost filled to where she wanted. 
Melissa had to stop what she was doing and turn off the water.  She lit the
candle and lay down in the tub's hot relaxing water.  The water had an
immediate effect on Melissa; she felt her stresses melt away as the hot
water enveloped her body.  She cleansed her body with a soft "fluff,"
running it over every inch of her body.

   The cleansing caresses also had the effect of bringing back the previous
excitement she experienced in front of the mirror.  Her hands started to
focus more on her erogenous zones than anywhere else.  After one
particularly exciting caress of her pussy, she noticed that she had arched
her tits right out of the water.  As she settled back, only her puffy
areola were above water, looking like two deserted ocean islands.

   Melissa giggled, ran her fingers through her slit and started to
seriously masturbate, sliding her fingers deeply into her plump pussy.  She
began to experience the fruits of her efforts almost instantly.  Ripples of
pleasure coursed through her in time with the movements of her fingers. 
Slow, then quick, circles of her finger pads around and on her clit were
getting her off the best.  Her breathing faltered, her nipples grew stiff,
her hips rolled to accentuate the movements of her fingers.  Eventually,
she arched and a wave of erotic pleasure steamrolled through her body.

   Melissa knew she had splashed some water about but didn't care.  She
turned to her side with her hand still pressed against her pussy to collect
her thoughts.  One thought stood out, `that Mike had better turn out ... 
he better not be another asshole ...  God!  Please let him be the one!' The
sobs started again and after a short spell, Melissa rose from the tub and
got ready for bed.

   Prior to going to bed, Melissa set out her clothes for the next day. 
For her daytime plans, she selected simple underwear, jeans and a white
blouse.  For her date with Mike, she chose her light blue sundress; but
couldn't decide on what to wear under it.  She giggled at the thought of
wearing nothing and then decided she needed to make a stop at the mall. 
She needed something new and special underneath for tomorrow!

   Monday started like any other Monday for Melissa.  It was her standard
day off, being as the Bistro was closed on Mondays.  Only today, she had a
date!  Her plans were to take care of normal tasks, like wash, in the
morning, have a nice lunch (leftovers she brought home the previous night,)
and then do her shopping.

   It was early afternoon when Melissa entered Victoria's Secrets.  She was
greeted by an extremely attractive blonde salesgirl named Sofia.  Melissa
thought she looked a bit like Carrie Underwood.

   Melissa explained, "I need something sexy ...  but simple, not slutty or
whorish.  You know what I mean?"

   Sofia thought for a moment and said, "Tell me about him ...  it is ... a
him, right?"

   The two women laughed and nodding her head Melissa replied, "Handsome,
smart, sexy as hell, a few, maybe seven to ten years older than me."

   Sofia pondered this and said, "I am seriously fucking jealous!  No ...
just having fun ...  come with me."

   Sofia led Melissa through the store to where the dressing rooms were. 
Along the way, she turned and reached her hand to Melissa and said, "My
name is Sofia, by the way."

   Melissa took the offered hand and replied, "Melissa."

   Once at the dressing rooms, Sofia stopped, stood a few feet from Melissa
and looked her up and down.  Sofia then instructed, "Please, turn all the
way around."

   Sofia folded her left arm under her breasts and rested her right elbow
on her arm with her chin in her hand.  Sofia, gazed intently at Melissa and
murmured, "Lovely, just lovely ...  let's see ..."

   After a moment's thought, Sofia turned and headed down an aisle saying
to Melissa as she walked away, "Just a sec, luv!"

   Sofia returned with some wisps of black and tan cloth on a hanger and
said, "Melissa, trust me ...  try these on; I think you're perfect for
these!"

   Melissa went into the dressing room and disrobed.  She tried the bra
first.  It had black straps with the strap fabric outlining the cups.  The
cups were made of a black and tan vertically striped gossamer-type fabric
that seemed to be spun from air!  Melissa had never felt anything so erotic
in all her life!  The look of her tits and nipples in the mirror excited
even her!

   Without giving it a second thought, she dropped her panties and put on
the matching panties.  The waist and leg bands were the same black fabric
as the bra, and the panty itself was made of the cup fabric.  Melissa slid
her fingers along the back of the panties to fit them right and then looked
in the mirror.  It was like wearing nothing and the lingerie looked as if
it were airbrushed on her body.

   From outside the door she heard Sofia ask, "Melissa, what do you think?
Aren't they marvelous?"

   "Sofia!  I've never seen or felt anything like them!  Come take a look!"

   Sofia was hoping she would be invited in and she wasn't disappointed. 
Melissa was a marvel to see.  The lingerie did look like it was airbrushed
on.  Melissa's body was perfect for the wisps of fabric!  As she looked,
Sofia saw that there was just one thing missing.

   Melissa saw the look of awe in Sofia's face and found herself getting a
bit excited about how the salesgirl was reacting.  Then Sofia looked down,
and her expression changed.  Sofia took a step towards her and reached a
hand out.

   Sofia moved towards the beautiful girl and, while she reached with her
right hand, said, "Just one more thing to make the appearance perfect."
Sofia placed her right index finger along Melissa's slit and pressed the
light fabric in between her labia.  She slid her finger upwards, pushing
the fabric in along the way.

   Melissa was at first shocked; but then, the erotic jolts started again
as the pretty salesgirl ran her finger along her pussy and right over her
clit.  Melissa gasped and moaned.

   Sofia stepped closer and put her arm around Melissa's back, "You have
your date tonight.  I want to hear all about it.  We need to get together
and talk about your man.  OK?"

   Melissa stammered, "Are you ...  I'm not ..."

   Sofia replied, "No, I'm not a lesbian, but I do like beautiful girls! 
You are the most beautiful I've seen in a long time.  I'm taking a chance
here, I can't just let you walk out of here and never see you again.  Don't
you feel it too?"

   Melissa paused and meekly said, "Yes, I feel it."

   Sofia, satisfied with Melissa's response leaned in and gathered her up
for a kiss.  Melissa kissed her back.  She couldn't help it, she liked it!

   Melissa changed, paid for her purchase and exchanged numbers with Sofia.
She then headed home to wash her hair and get ready for her date with Mike.


   That afternoon Melissa was a wash of emotions and feelings.  The
previous night's masturbation had helped her; but, it was more like
scratching an itch.  She was still feeling the need.  The new lingerie
alone was exciting in its erotic feel and look.  Added to the mixture was
her run-in with Sofia.  She hadn't felt that way with a girl since high
school.  God!  She wanted Sofia!  BUT, whereas she might want Sofia ... 
she needed Mike!

   Being an independent woman, she had suggested she drive herself to his
house.  Now she wished he were coming to pick her up instead.  Shit!  He
wouldn't make it back out the door if showed up.  She wouldn't care if Nate
and Matt watched.  Melissa was in heat and there was only one thing in the
world that could douse that fire!

   Melissa was ready to walk out to her car when she stopped.  Quickly she
returned to her room and unbuttoned her dress, letting it fall to the
floor. She kicked off her heels and quickly removed the new lingerie she
was wearing.  From her dresser she pulled out the simple white silk bra and
panties she liked so much and put them on.  She grabbed another pair, a
pair of shorts, a t-shirt, some socks, her sneakers, and quickly packed all
of it in a simple bag.  She put her dress and heels back on and this time,
fully prepared, headed to the car.

  
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   Mike's day had been peaceful and he was in a very good mood.  Of course,
Saturday had been a lot of fun.  On Sunday, he took care of chores, got to
the gym, spent a few hours at the office and made some arrangements with a
friend who taught math at a nearby prep school to field test the workbook.

   Jacob Danielson, a math teacher from Urbana Prep School, was working on
his Master's degree part-time.  He had a family to support and couldn't
afford to give up his day job.  Mike's offer was straightforward.  They
would be co-authors of the workbook and split any profits realized, if
Jacob would manage the field testing.  Jacob was excited at the prospect
and readily agreed to the deal.  Mike was especially pleased because now he
was free from having to seriously field test the materials.  He could focus
on Kaeli.

   Another benefit of collaborating with Jacob was that Olivia Saunders and
Jenni DiMarco lived only a half hour from Jacob, although in a different
town.

   On Sunday, Mike had also contacted an old friend in Florida.  PJ ran one
of the best beach bar restaurants in the entire state.  Mike arranged for a
shipment of Florida Keys Stone Crab claws, fresh Gulf shrimp, and authentic
Key Lime pie to be overnighted to his place by Monday afternoon.  That
would serve as the base for the dinner he was going to prepare for Melissa.
Combined with a light balsamic lemon salad, he was sure dinner would be a
success!

   While Melissa was shopping, Mike was cleaning.  The food was delivered
and Mike was free to run some errands.  He made an appearance at the
office, fully intending to leave quickly, but was waylaid by two
undergraduates wanting to chat.  Before he knew it, Dr.  Anderson stopped
by.

   Anderson wanted to discuss the coming Saturday.  They excused themselves
from the students and found sanctuary in an unused classroom.

   As usual, Anderson opened, "Mike, I can't begin to express my happiness
at how you behaved and managed things Saturday.  Kaeli gave me a rundown;
she was so impressed by how you never pushed or forced her to do anything
she wasn't sure about.  I knew I was doing the right thing."

   "James, first off, this is really quite a fucked up situation, there is
no standard or norm for this.  I'm still not completely sure if I should
continue with this."

   "Mike, of course there is no norm for this!  We're blazing new ground
here.  Fuck society!  We're safe as hell in what we're doing.  It's what
she wants and I'm convinced it's all for the best.  Shit!  I would so much
rather have you show her about life than some pimply teenaged asshole with
a car!"

   Mike sat in silence for a few seconds; Hh then looked up and asked,
"Mackenzie?"

   "Mike, she is a beautiful girl; very mature, and very intelligent.  She
lost her virginity a year ago, in a manner that was totally unacceptable.
Since then, she has experimented with some things, but has more or less
given up on finding a genuine experience.  I know she and Kaeli have
experimented a little with each other, but that's all it is,
experimentation.  You need to show her how a sincere man behaves.  Kaeli
needs to see that as well."

   "James, I'm in.  But I'm beginning to think that you might be more
fucked up than I am!"

   The men laughed and James then asked Mike if he had thought about the
offer of his house.  Mike replied that he hadn't had time to think about it
but would have an answer for him soon.

   Mike made it to the grocer's in time to purchase salad fixings and three
bottles of wine.  Once home, he prepped everything for dinner, grabbed a
nice shower, dressed for his date and relaxed with a cold one.  The phone
rang, it was Melissa; she wanted to know if she needed to bring anything.

   Mike's reply turned up her thermostat a couple of notches when he simply
said, "Just you ...  I don't need anything else."

  
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   I heard her car pull up in the driveway shortly after Melissa's call.  I
peeked out the window and sure enough, it was her.  I opened the front door
and waited for her on the porch.  My Lord!  She was a vision!  The blue
dress she was wearing flattered her body in a way that had me staring.  She
was wearing heels that gave beautiful definition to her toned legs and made
her ass define itself perfectly under her dress.  The dress fit nicely
around her waist and perfectly held her marvelous tits, displaying her form
in all its glory.

   Her skin was flawless, her make-up applied in perfect fashion.  There
was just enough to enhance, but not so much as to distract.  I have always
loved hair like hers!  Long, flowing, brunette hair; thick and alive!

   She had a good-sized hippie-type bag over her shoulder and, of course,
the strap pressed between her tits, enhancing the vision nearing him.  From
the time she closed the car door, she never broke eye contact with me.  She
had a bit of a crooked smile on her face and her eyes were bright and
alert. Before I knew it, she was standing directly in front of me.  I
reached a hand around her waist and pulled her into me.  She flowed with my
direction and, in a flash, we were kissing.

   Shit!  I was getting hard already!  We were only greeting each other and
I was as excited as a school boy on his first date!  I broke away somehow,
turned and guided her into the house.  Never once losing eye contact with
me, she removed the bag and set it down against the wall.  With the door
shut and, the two of us standing in the vestibule, we kissed again.  This
time, the passion was building.  I didn't understand why, but something had
taken control of me, driving me into a lustful frenzy, and I didn't care!

   My hands were everywhere!  I pulled her as tight into me as possible and
she was doing the exact same thing!  Her right hand was firmly latched onto
the inside bottom of my left cheek and inching it's way inward!  I turned a
bit to give her some more reach, which allowed me the space to feel her up
with my right hand.  We were both making quiet throat noises as together,
we scaled the ladder of arousal.

   Melisa broke first and said, "Mike ..."

   I cut in, "Melissa, I want you now ..."

   She smiled, took me by the hand, led me into to the living room and on
to the couch.  I sat back as she hitched up her dress and straddled me.  We
kissed as I worked at unbuttoning her dress top.  I succeeded and pulled
the top of her dress back off her shoulders.  She broke the kiss and sat up
straight, placing her tits right in my face.  Her bra was white silk that
was for all intents and purposes, translucent.  The bra took on the shape
of her breasts, defining her puffed areola and erect nipples.  I bit into
each tit as I reached up for the shoulder straps, pulling them down until
she spilled out of the cups.  She held my head and gently rolled her hips
on my lap as I orally attended to two of the most impressive tits I had
ever encountered!

   Something came over me as I felt her running herself on my lap.  I was
hungry!  I needed to eat her and I needed it right at that moment.  I
shifted and rolled so she was on her back, her legs hiked up as I slid to
my knees.  Once in position, I looked up and the sight was one of the most
erotic I had ever seen!

   Melissa's legs were up and her dress bunched around her waist.  Her
pussy was visible through her wet panties, her firm tits were rising,
excited from her chest.  Even better, her beautiful face, with a look of
unbridled lust, was framed by thick flowing brown hair.  Her eyes met mine
as I pulled her panties down off her legs.  She scooted forward, lifting
her legs up on my shoulders, bringing her pussy closer to my face.

   I broke eye contact and gazed at my appetizer.  I reached around her
thin leg with my right arm and brought my hand down to her pussy.  In her
position, it was already open; two thick labia spread open, revealing moist
pink lips and a darker hood already pulled open exposing a pretty pink
petit button beneath.  I used my fingers to spread open her lips further
and noticed that the entrance to her cunt shimmered with an opalescent
glow. I placed my tongue at the entrance and tasted Melissa.  Everything I
had been sensing up to that point increased exponentially!  As I lapped
around her hole, I could feel my head start to swim.

   I worked my way up until the tip of my tongue was circling her clit. 
Melissa was humping and moaning as I engaged my tongue, teeth, and lips in
a cunnilingal adventure.  Her thighs were tightening around my head and her
hips were rolling in synch with her moans of pleasure.  I paid greater
attention to her clit while placing one finger, then two, into her hot, wet
hole.  I moved my right hand behind her and placed it under her back as she
started to climax.

   Her orgasm was wonderful!  She pushed hard into my face while arching
and letting out an elongated "Yessssssss!" She contracted twice and then
went limp with a loud sigh.  Slowly, she relaxed her legs scissoring my
head.  I could feel her fingers running through my hair as I rested my head
on the inside of her right thigh while occasionally licking up some of her
pussy nectar.  She lifted my head with her hands and together we stood. 
She slid her dress down and folded it before placing it on the easy chair.
The only bit of clothing she had on was the pulled down bra around her
torso.  In a second that, too, was off.

   She stepped towards me and reached for my shirt.  I quickly took it off.
She then reached for my belt.  I kicked off my shoes and pushed down my
pants and briefs as soon as she had my belt unbuckled.  She reached for my
painfully erect cock and stroked it while stepping forward for a kiss.  We
stood for a moment, her stroking me while we kissed, then she broke away.

   My couch has removable cushions for the back part.  When removed, there
is quite a bit of space available.  With her hand still holding my dick,
she moved us closer to the couch and, with her free hand, she tossed the
back cushions off the couch.  She gave me one more kiss then seductively
turned her back to me while keeping her hand on my dick and moved us to the
couch.

   Together we moved onto the couch.  She was on her hands and knees and I
was positioned directly behind her, between her legs.  She arched her back,
gapping her pussy up at me and said, "Now, Mike, I need you now!"

   I placed my hands alongside her hips and found the hot wet spot with the
head of my dick.  Sensing I was in place, she pushed back until the head of
my dick was enveloped by her silky sheath.  I made a thrust and penetrated
further, causing her to jump a bit in surprise.  The feeling was heavenly!
She was tight, hot and moist!  As I started to increase the pace and depth
of my thrusts, she matched me with even greater intensity on her part. 
Through her breaths and gasps, I could hear her repeatedly saying "Yes! 
Yes!"

   My hands were clawing on her ass, spreading and caressing it.  Her back
was now so arched that her head was flat on the couch while her ass was
still high in the air.  I looked down and watched her sheath cling to my
dick when I pulled back for another thrust into her.  I could feel my heart
beat increasing and my insides starting to boil!

   Right then she started to drop her butt while altering her arch.  I
adjusted and soon we were barely on our knees as I drove forward into her.
Her hands were clenched on the cushion and the crown of her head was
bumping into the armrest.  Every thrust shook her and was accompanied with
a low "nhggh!"

   She stopped breathing, pushed back hard, and entered into a vaginal
spasm that spread through her body.  Her mouth was open, teeth bared in a
silent scream.  That was it for me.  I unleashed deep inside her.  I
painted her insides until I was in pain.  We were still joined and she kept
a tight grip on my dick with her pussy.  I collapsed on her back and caught
my breath,

   After a moment, she shrugged me out of her and rolled to her back under
me.  She gazed at me and said, "That was the best!  God ...  how I needed
you."

   I felt the same, I realized as I said it, that it was dangerous, but I
said, "I needed you."

   She kissed me and she kissed me hard!

   We came down from the sexual high after a few minutes and just serenely
lay with each other.  I slowly worked myself to my back and she rested her
head on my chest.  We chatted about our weekend activities (I, of course,
was circumspect regarding Saturday afternoon!) and our work schedules for
the week.

   I mentioned that I needed to get a haircut, which caused Melissa to look
up and then prop herself up on my chest to examine my hair.  She agreed and
noted that I likely should have gotten it cut weeks ago.

   Her hand made its way down to my dick and the clump of jungle of hair
there.  She gently pulled on the hairs and said, "Maybe you should also get
a trim down here?  I'd be willing to help, if you wanted."

   Damn!  Now that was an interesting offer.  "Hmmm, I think that sounds
like an offer I can't refuse."

   She laughed and nuzzled in a bit.  She pulled away again and asked,
"Didn't you say something about dinner?"

   "Oh, well it kind of slipped my mind, but that's a great idea.  You want
to lend a hand?"

   Melissa lounged back and away from me as I rose from the couch and said
with a sweet smile on her face, "Not tonight.  You offered ...  and I
accepted.  I am really excited to see what you've arranged!"

   "Harumph!" I gathered my clothes, dressed and said, "OK then, I'm off to
the kitchen!  You need any help here?" I leaned down and placed a hand on
her hip.

   She softly swatted my hand away, laughed, and said, "No Mike, I am
getting hungry though, go get started, I'll be right in."

  
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   Melissa watched Mike leave the room.  He had a spring to his step and a
smile on his face.  She stretched on the couch; Christ!  Did she feel good!
She hadn't had a fucking like that in years!  The last time with Mike had
been great as well; but, she had too much to drink to really appreciate the
experience.  The itch was gone; for now, she felt fulfillment and
sensuousness throughout her body and soul.  She also felt some of Mike
starting to leak out of her.

   She reached down with her finger, swiped up some of the fluid and placed
it in her mouth.  It sure was tasty!  She also picked up some of her own
taste and it made her think of Sofia.  Yes, she was going to suck on that
girl's pussy before long!  Who knows?  Maybe there could be a threesome!

   Melissa shook those thoughts from her mind.  She could hear pots
rattling in the kitchen.  She had tonight to take care of!  She gathered
her clothes and headed to the bathroom.

  
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   I saw Melissa heading to the bathroom with her clothes in her arms. 
After a while, she emerged looking as beautiful ...  maybe a bit more ...
than she did when she arrived!  There was something extra about her that
was distracting me.  I couldn't put my finger on it.

   She walked into the kitchen and inspected every inch as we idly chatted.
She saw the New Potatoes boiling in a pot with two ears of corn on a plate
next to the pot.  A matching pot of water was sitting idly on the stove
along with a much larger pot behind it.  There were two wine glasses on the
counter, which she examined.

   I asked, "Would you like a glass of wine?"

   "I think a glass of wine would be perfect right now!"

   "Take a seat and I'll have it to you in a second."

   She sat sideways at the kitchen table, legs crossed, as pretty as a
picture.  I opened the simple bottle of Vinho Verde and poured two glasses.
I sat next to her, and turned in my chair to face her.  She had already
propped her feet up on the edge of my chair, making a simple connection
with me.  This is the sort of shit I love!  Without thinking about it, she
casually made the simplest of physical connections with me because it felt
natural.

   She shifted a little bit and it came clear!  She wasn't wearing a bra.
God, those tits simply defy gravity!

   She asked about dinner and I described the menu I had planned for us. 
She was surprised at the fresh seafood and pie we were going to be having.
I could tell she was calculating the cost involved.

   "Mike, that's much too expensive!  You don't have to impress me.  You
could have gotten suitable substitutions right here in town."

   I had to make sure I had the right words.

   "Melissa, this is a special occasion.  It's special for the both of us.
Yes, I want to impress you, and no, it's not too expensive.  Flying us both
down to the Keys would be too expensive.  Look at us, we're sitting in my
kitchen, sharing some OK white wine and getting ready to have some great
seafood.  We're not being extravagant!  We're have a good time!"

   "Fine, I'll give you this one.  Next time though, consult with me about
your menu!"

   I finished putting dinner together and everything came out perfectly. 
We were already finishing the second bottle of wine, a nice chardonnay,
when it was time for dessert.  We cleared the dining room table of the
remnants from the crab and shrimp feast and settled down for some of the
best pie in the world.  Throughout our meal, we discussed aspects of our
childhood, our families, and outlooks on life.  We had many areas of
agreement and, altogether there seemed to be a great deal of compatibility
between us.

   I did feel like an ass having to keep so much of my past a secret, but
that was solely due to the fact that I had behaved like such an asshole far
too many times.  I felt like a junkie who couldn't talk about or admit his
addiction.  Twice these thoughts entered my mind while we were talking and
Melissa had to redirect me back into our conversation.  Christ!  What a
basket case I am!

   Through our conversation, I could tell that much of her high school
years were pretty much not open for conversation or storytelling.  There
was something dark from those years that she did not want to share.  Like I
said, we had areas of agreement!

   She did share with me that her parents were pretty much absent for most
of her childhood.  At a certain point her aunt and uncle had taken her and
Nate in.  Apparently her mother had a very bad drug habit and had turned to
prostitution to support it.  Her father, an alcoholic had simply fallen out
from their lives.  She wasn't sure if her mother was even alive.

   Melissa helped me clean the kitchen and in no time at all we had
everything put away.  I asked her if she wanted a tour of the house.  I
took her upstairs, where she had been once before, and showed her the
layout of my master bedroom, the adjoining bathroom (the house was too old
for it have an en-suite,) and the other smaller bedroom I used for storage.


   On the main floor, I showed her the two guest rooms and the main bath;
she had seen the kitchen and living room, and then the small back den which
led out to the comfy back porch.  There wasn't much of a backyard, just a
one and a half car garage and large bushes lining the fences.  Of all the
spots so far, she liked the den and back porch the most.  I said that we
would come back and sit on the porch after I showed her the basement.

   She was funny, making a big deal of seeing the basement!  Once we
stepped into my AV room, she sang a different tune.  I had two large
leather recliners and a double leather recliner facing an eight-foot
screen! The floor was carpeted and the ceiling and walls were designed for
acoustics.  I demonstrated the ceiling-mounted projector and the surround
sound.  I pointed out the two half refrigerators snuggled in the rear
corners which she proceeded to inspect.  One was empty but the other was
filled with water, sodas, beer, and wine.

   She asked, "Do you have any movies?"

   "I have all the pay channels and on-line services.  There isn't anything
you would want to watch that we couldn't access.  At least ...  almost
anything!"

   She smacked me in the arm over that one and said, "I have a feeling you
could access those if you wanted."

   I took her into the other part of the basement which was basically the
"mechanical room," containing all of the needed equipment for the house.

   Standing in front of the washer and dryer, I turned to her, put my arm
around her trim waist, pulled her close and asked, "So, what's it to be? 
The porch?  The video room?  The den?  My room?"

   With her arms wrapped around my back, she leaned back, bringing her
lower body into full contact with mine and said, "Let's get one more glass
of wine and sit out on the back porch, then ...  if you play your cards
right, we can go checkout your bedroom again." For good measure, she ground
herself into me as if adding an exclamation point to her statement.

   Fuck!  I wanted to throw her up on the washing machine right then and
there but decided to follow her lead.  I did make a mental note to get her
back in the mechanical room some day!

   On the porch, she adjusted her chair so she could rest her legs across
my lap.  I removed her shoes and massaged her feet while asking her about
the plans she and Matt had for a restaurant.  I hit the button on that one!
She shared their plans with me and I was genuinely interested.  I decided,
then and there, that if something worked out between us, I would finance
the entire operation.

   As we talked, I massaged her feet with one hand and caressed her legs
with the other.  Every time I took a sip of wine, I placed my hand a little
further up her leg.  Each time I reached further, she scooted down a little
more.  We never varied from our conversation even though we were heavily
involved in foreplay.  Eventually my fingers made it to her crotch and were
feeling the warmth there; we both paused.

   I took my hand from her feet and reached for her hand.  She gently laid
her hand in mine and I guided her up to my room.

   We were in a different place emotionally as we entered my room.  Earlier
there was need, an unbridled, impassioned need.  Now, there was a comfort,
we were relaxed.  The desire was a desire to be with and satisfy the other
person.  I only wanted to make her happy.  If we could exist at both these
levels; the crazed passion of earlier and the adult desire of the present,
then there could be a future.

   As we entered the room, Melissa stepped away from me, turned to look at
me and started to unbutton her dress.  I watched as she removed the dress,
and then her shoes.  One of the most beautiful women I had ever met was
standing in my bedroom wearing only her skin tight, practically not-there
panties!  She came towards me and took my by the hands and pulled me to the
bed.  She turned me and immediately went for the button on my pants.

   Before I knew it, I was buck-ass naked sitting spread leg on my bed with
Melissa on her knees, and her hands on my dick!  She cupped and fondled my
balls with her left hand while stroking my shaft with her right.  She moved
her right palm up and over my dick to pick up the lubrication of my precum.
Melissa repeatedly sat straight up and involved her tits on my dick and
then sat back on her heels and teased me with her mouth and tongue.

   I couldn't remember ever being as hard as I was at the moment she
straightened up, slid her hand down to the base of my shaft and quickly
took me deeply into her mouth.  The feel of her hair caressing my body as
her mouth fucked my dick was incredible!  Then it happened!  With a bit of
a push her throat took the head of my dick in.  She rotated on my shaft and
then slid me back out.  She sucked up my dick and stroked my shaft.

   She concentrated on kissing and licking my balls and shaft and then rose
once again to take me in.  With a pause, she had my entire dick in her
mouth and throat!  The sensation as she twisted on my shaft was one I had
never experienced before!  I was clutching at the sheets and lifting my
knees as if in pain.  It was pain in a way, but the most delightful of
pains imaginable.  She then released me and repeated the process.

   She must have repeated the routine five or six times.  Each being a more
intense experience than the last.

   I realized I was going to be cumming pretty soon.  The sensations were
just too much to control.  She sensed this while deep-throating me and
slowly released me from her oral grasp.  Melissa proceeded to give me a
culminating hand job with my dick pointed at her mouth and her eyes locked
on mine.  I came with a crescendo!  The first shot hit her right on the
upper lip.  She caught most of the load in her mouth but had a pearly gob
resting across her lip.

   Then, to my amazement, she quickly engulfed me all the way in and down
her throat.  She held me there as I unloaded rope after rope down her
throat.  Once I slowed, she released me from her throat but kept me in her
mouth sucking in the rest of my cum, never releasing me from her lips.  She
swallowed everything as she rode her mouth up and down my dick.

   Once there was nothing left in me to give her, she released me from her
mouth.  She kept hold of my dick with one hand and used her other to slide
the pearly gob onto her tongue and then swallowed it down her throat.  I
then experienced a full body shiver as a wave of erotic energy bolted
through my body.

   I looked down at the sweet face smiling up and me and barely stuttered
out, "Holy ...  Shit!"

  
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   Melissa looked up at Mike and knew she had just sealed the deal.  He
didn't know it, but barring any unforeseen circumstances, he was now hers!
Melissa's Aunt Betty had taught her what she called "The World's Greatest
Blowjob" when Melissa was in ninth grade.  Her aunt taught on her Uncle
Bob. It took months; but, Melissa finally mastered the art of swallowing a
dick.  She had only used the technique once before and it landed her the
chef's job at a very prestigious Florida golf club.

   The secret to the blowjob, as explained by her aunt, was taking the
first shot in an open mouth and having some of it miss and hit your face.
Of course the deep-throating was impressive, but it was the facial, the
part the guy would never forget, even after you forced the rest of his cum
to shoot directly down your throat.

   Melissa wasn't being selfish by using this technique; she really wanted
to do it with Mike!  He had been so good.  He was so handsome, so mature,
so cute in his mannerisms.  She was amazed at his comfort around people and
saw how people were attracted to him.  She felt as though he had a depth of
life to him that she could easily spend the rest of her days discovering
who this man was.  Giving him this gift of hers was an easy choice.

   Melissa rose up off her knees and pushed into Mike saying, "Hey, make
some room for me up there!"

   Mike quickly sidled across the bed, welcoming her with an extended arm.
She snuggled, on her left side next to him, with his right arm around her.
She rose up a bit, shook her hair back and rested her head on his chest. 
She pulled a curly little hair from her mouth with her right hand and then
ran her hand over his stomach and down to his now flaccid dick.  She pulled
up on some of his pubic hairs and said, "We need to trim you up a bit, Mr.
Neanderthal!"

   Mike laughed, pulled her tight and said, "I promise, tomorrow?"

   Before she could reply, he pulled her up into him for a kiss.  She was
now almost fully on top of him and she felt wonderful!

   Mike gently rolled her off him and he got up out of bed.  "Don't move
... not a bit ...  I'll be right back!"

   Melissa watched while he darted into the bathroom and returned just as
quickly with a small tube of something.  He climbed on the bed, gently
rolled Melissa to her stomach then moved her hair away from her back and
neck.  He straddled her legs, his dick brushing her ass, and squirted some
of the massage ointment onto his hands.

   Micky's intentions were simple, yet erotic.  He was going to massage the
ointment into every square inch of the girl's body, touching everything. 
He started at her neck and shoulders, worked his way down her back and then
onto her ass, taking his time the whole way.

   Mike applied more ointment to his hands and added a small dab to his
wrist for later use.  He kneaded and massaged her buttocks; massaging and
spreading them as he worked.  Melissa raised her ass several times during
the process, moaning and spreading herself for his manipulations.  When he
knew it was right, Mike picked up the dab from his wrist with his index
finger and deftly placed it against her anus.  In a flash, he was two
knuckles deep in her ass.

   Melissa responded by arching her ass even higher and propping herself up
on her elbows.  Mike started to finger fuck her ass and she rolled her hips
to meet his thrusts.  Mike leaned forward and whispered, "You like my
finger in your ass, right?"

   Melissa moaned, "Yessss, deeper, please ..."

   Mike drove his finger in as far as it would go and whispered again,
"We'll come back to this, I've got more on my mind." He slowly removed his
finger, rubbed her asshole, reversed his position and then moved onto the
back of her legs eventually reaching the soles of her feet.  Melissa's
breathing and physical responses became more excited with each passing
moment.

   Mike moved off her and gently rolled her onto her back.  She tried to
reach for him but he took her by the wrists and settled her arms to her
sides.  He moved to her feet and started massaging up her now spread legs
to her angelic thighs.  Rising between, at the end of those wonderful
thighs, was Melissa's pouty little pussy; a clean shaven, plumb, cerise
muffin, split vertically by the prettiest pink folds and a small inviting
opening between the folds.

   Mike ran his hands up Melissa's thighs to her pelvis and inward over her
navel and then down to her pussy.  He placed his left hand just above her
pubic mound to hold her in place as he spread the fingers of his right hand
and caressed over her honey spot.  Melissa squirmed and moaned but Mike
kept her in place.

   Using his index and ring fingers, he split open her lips, and then ran
his middle finger up into her hot tight hole.  Melissa moaned louder and
jerked her hips in response.  Mike lowered his hand again, removing his
finger from inside her.  With his next upward caress, Mike spread her
further, bypassed her hole and instead played directly for her exposed
clit. This time Mike had to use some force to keep her in place.

   Melissa didn't moan, she said, "Mike!  Oh fuck, Mike!  Owww!" She tried
to turn to her side but he held her in place.  Mike repeated these
manipulations several times.  Melissa was lubricating with every stroke of
his hand.  She was reaching her pussy for him with every down stroke.  She
either repeated her previous calls or exclaimed something similar.

   Satisfied that he had taken her higher up the arousal level, Mike moved
his hands over her stomach and up to her tits.  Her areolae were as puffed
up as possible and her nipples had actually grown into two points on top of
her tits.  Mike massaged her tits, squeezing and turning them as he wished.
He was gentler on her areola and nipples and succeeded in getting Melissa
even more turned on.

   By now, Mike was rock hard and ready!  He moved face-to-face with
Melissa as he worked his legs up between her thighs.  Melissa was breathing
fast and in a pant, she repeated "Yes, yes ..."

   Mike had almost all of his weight on her when he felt her pussy brush
against the head of his dick.  He kept this position and so did she.  He
pushed forward through his hips and felt her labia give way to his
intruding dick.  With one more push, he was inside her.

   What happened next would rival the greatest of symphonies.  Melissa and
Mike made sweet, sweet, love to one another.  Mike was on top at first,
slowly and rhythmically filling Melissa with his manhood.  Melissa opened
herself to him, accepting his every thrust and contracting on him when he
pulled back.  They rolled and switched places.  Melissa was able to control
the action and made a point of keeping him as deep inside as possible for
as long as possible.  She humped her clit on his pubis when he was inside
all the way.

   Mike rolled her to her back and then gathered her in his arms and sat
back on his heels.  In a vertical position, they combined her humping and
his thrusting to build to a sexual crescendo.

   Mike came hard; his dick quaked inside her as he came.  The sensations
of his dick, and the climax he was having, put Melissa over the top.  Her
pussy latched onto Mike and milked him of everything he had.  Together they
came in each other's arms until exhausted; they fell to the bed, entwined
as one.

   Mike rolled to his back and held Melissa tight as she quivered through
some final jolts.  Melissa felt like crying but wouldn't allow herself to;
she wouldn't show that much vulnerability.  She loosened her grasp on Mike
and he let her fall away just a little.  They gazed into each other's eyes
until Mike broke the silence by commenting, "I believe that might just have
been the most intense experience I've ever had."

   Melissa laughed and said, "I don't think it was ...  wooo ...  I know it
was!"

   Lying quietly together, Mike drifted off to sleep.  Melissa slipped out
of bed and utilized the bathroom.  She came back to bed and easily snuggled
into Mike.

   Once again, Mike woke to the morning sun filtering through the window
and feeling that Columbus wasn't such a bad place after all.
   To be continued ...