SUNDAY — part 1
If you’ve read the first two chapters of this story, you already know where this chapter is headed. What you have to realize is, I didn’t know what Sunday was to bring. Sunday was a long day, so I have split it into two chapters. I hope there will be surprise or two for you along the way to keep you reading and entertained.
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I woke to movement in my bed. Wait this isn’t… mmm… and a hand sliding between my legs, lips finding my neck. Right Corrine. FUCK CORRINE. What the fuck was I thinking last night. If Sam ever finds out, I’m a dead man.
“Good morning Eric” A husky voiced Corrine purred into my neck.
“Good morning Corrine.”
“Did you sleep well? I did.”
“Me too.”
“What time did you set your alarm to get ready to meet Melissa?” Corrine asked, stroking my cock and between each word, kissing my body somewhere.
“7:30 if I remember right.”
“Good. It’s just after 6:30. Lots of time.”
With little effort, Corrine rolled me onto my back.
“Can I get a good morning kiss?” she asked.
I turned my head. We exchanged several pecks before merging our mouths allowing our tongues to reacquaint themselves.
“I had fun last night Eric, did you?”
“You need to ask? Of course I did. It was a great night. I wouldn’t change a thing, would you?”
“Just one thing.”
“And that would be?”
We were kissing the other person when not talking, allowing our hands to awaken the other person’s body with light touches and gentle squeezes.
“When you said you had a date with Melissa today, which meant we couldn’t continue our dancing and massages and lovemaking to consume the entire day today.”
“And I think I would change that if I could, but I would be lying to a friend if I did that. And if I told the truth saying ‘Yeah, sorry, I’m going to stay home so my married neighbor and I can fuck all day’, it likely wouldn’t produce a much better result.”
My hand had found its way to Corrine crotch. It was met a warm, wet, welcoming pussy. Corrine had opened her legs enough to give my hand all the access it needed and all the access Corrine wanted it to have.
“But we do have an hour or two”, I added.
Corrine was suddenly quiet. She kissed me more deeply, her hand holding and squeezing my cock. Corrine’s pussy was gushing, quickly becoming extremely slick inside and out. My fingers we roaming through her folds, spreading her natural lube through her labia, over her clit, on and around her anus.
“And you know, saying that about not lying to your friend just makes you more desirable to a woman. DAMN MAN!!! Those hands of yours.”
Corrine rolled onto her back spreading her legs, I followed her, leaning over her, kissing her. Corrine moved her hand from my cock to the hand I had stimulating her vagina. Her hand rested on mine, not directing my hand so much as encouraging it, following along for the ride.
I dipped one finger than two into Corrine. Corrine tilted her pelvis to welcome them. I locked a kiss on Corrine’s mouth, feeling the enthusiasm of her arousal in the eagerness of her tongue. While we kissed, I shifted my body, managing to find my way to my knees, moving my other hand to her tits, my mouth in close pursuit.
Corrine opened her body to me, her hand moving from her crotch back to mine, her encouragement now coming in the form of soft moans and whispered words of appreciation. While my mouth enjoyed Corrine’s tits and marble hard nipples, my right hand slid down to Corrine’s crotch to join my left hand. My hands worked together elevating Corrine’s arousal. They fell into a pattern swapping places in Corrine’s vagina, alternating stimulating her anus and her clit. Corrine’s legs synchronized her pulsating hips with the pace my hands had set.
My plan was to spend some time lapping up Corrine’s honey then climb on top of her and plunge my cock in and out of her. I started to move my head down to Corrine’s pussy. Her free hand grabbed my head stopping it.
“No. Stay where you are. Just your hands. Just your wonderful hands.”
My mouth returned to Corrine’s nipples. Again, Corrine just held my cock, not allowing me to get distracted by anything she might stir inside me if her hand was more active. Corrine’s legs fell open further, her hips stopped moving.
“Oh yes. Oh yes. Just there. Right there. Keep your hands right where they are.”
I had two fingers in her cunt and three fingers rolling over her clit. Corrine started to hum loudly. Her hum evolved to a moan, then to a scream. Her body thrashed wildly in chorus with her climax. I watched her free hand clutching the bedsheets resisting the urge to grab my hands until her hypersensitive clit emerged out the backend of her orgasm.
Corrine rolled her hips away from me, squeezing her legs on my hand buried in her cunt while releasing my cock and grabbing my other hand, tearing it off her clit.
“Oh wow. It has been forever since someone else got me off with just their hands.”
Corrine twitched out a few more spasms, her orgasm still alive in places.
‘Damn. Give me a minute or two. Wow. Just wow. Kiss me while I recoup from that? Wow.”
Corrine released my wrist so I could turn and we could kiss. Her mouth was warm and welcoming. We kissed deeply. Corrine’s kiss was more about appreciation than passion. Slowly her kisses grew in intensity, pulling me in.
“I want you inside me”, Corrine said.
Her hips rolled down; her legs opened. Our mouths re-engaged. I extracted my fingers, shifting myself on top of Corrine. Our bodies merged, Corrine wrapping her arms and legs around me, my cock gliding into her pussy like it had a homing device attached to it. Our bodies did what bodies do when their energies are flowing together so seamlessly. The beat and force with which we were fucking were synchronized from my first slide down Corrine’s readied vagina.
“You’re a good lover Eric Newhouse.”
“Thank you Corrine. You’re rather spectacular yourself.”
“Thank you Eric. I hope so.”
“I don’t lie to friends. You are”, I said bolting my mouth to Corrine’s to end this discussion.
Our rocking intensified. Corrine’s pussy tightened and squeezed my cock each time my balls slapped against her ass. Her core strength allowed Corrine to absorb and push back against my thrusts. The headboard was crashing against their wall. I felt Corrine’s nails digging into my back. Her pussy clenched tighter, like there were hands inside her cunt applying an extra squeeze on the head of my cock. I grunted and moaned announcing my pleasure and the pressure building in my testicles.
“Uh! Uh! Uh!” I grunted out with each thrust into Corrine.
“MMMmmmm! MMMmmmmm! MMMMmmm!”, I moaned when my balls released a flood of cum inside Corrine.
Corrine squeezed me tighter, her legs trapping me inside her.
“God woman. That was amazing. You’re pussy does things I’ve never felt before, like you have a set of hands in there massaging my cock in all the right places. What the fuck am I going to do when Sam gets home? Umm.” I groaned out my final orgasmic tremor.
“Really? My pussy does that? And Sam? We will figure that out. Don’t worry. I will figure it out. He’s not fucking me these days so…”
I leaned back as much as I could looking at Corrine questioningly.
Corrine closed her eyes and shrugged, “I don’t know why, but it’s true.”
“Hence your comment last night about ‘having lost it as a woman’?”
“I suppose”, Corrine said trying to look away in an attempt to hide her doubt and disappointment.
How many other married women were having this same experience? Had it become that common during COVID?
“Well Corrine, you certainly are one fabulously incredible woman as far as I’m concerned. And your pussy, well it does what I said it does, at least for me.”
Corrine kissed me, unlocking her legs from my back and loosening her grip with her arms. I rolled my hips a bit, my cock still had enough starch to apply some gentle thrusts.
“Don’t start Eric or I will make you late for Melissa. Can we shower together? I would love to finish our lovemaking by washing each other.”
“Good call. I would be late if we started again. Let’s go and shower. It will be the perfect way to end our lovemaking.”
I kissed Corrine, rolling off her.
I followed Corrine into their ensuite. There is a large walking shower behind the large deep tub. Corrine walked into the shower, starting the water then walking out.
“Grab some towels off the shelf for us, Eric”, Corrine said, sitting down on the toilet to pee.
I took down two plush white towels and stood there holding them.
“Not that I mind, I’m honored actually, but are you always so comfortable peeing in front of friends?”
“No. But. I just didn’t think about it. I guess I’m comfortable enough with you. Put the towels beside the sink and get in the shower if you want. I know you have to get going.”
“Actually. I have to pee too. So…”
I set the towels down, watched Corrine wipe herself and flush then walked to the toilet when she got up.
“Sit down Eric, if you don’t mind, then I won’t have to explain any splashes that might occur.”
I sat down.
“You watched me. I think I will watch you. It’s kind of erotic actually.”
Corrine watched for a few seconds then moved to stand right in front of me. As she lifted her foot onto the counter beside the toilet, she asked, “Ever eat pussy while you pee, Eric?”
I didn’t answer. I pulled Corrine’s cunt to my face and went to town licking and kissing it. Her pussy was deliciously sour with the mixture of last night’s sex remnants and this morning’s excretions of her pussy lube and my cum.
“Sounds like you’re done there Eric”, Corrine said a few moments after the flow of my urine stopped splashing in the bowl. “Let’s get in the shower.”
Corrine pulled herself away. I flushed and followed Corrine. She stepped under the showerhead, wetting herself, pulling me in, turning around so I got wet as well. The aroma and flavor of Corrine’s pussy lingered in and mouth and nose. I wanted more.
Corrine pulled us away from the water, squirting shower gel into our hands. She started washing me; me, her. We became a soapy slippery couple, pushing, pulling, turning, lifting, rubbing, massaging each other. Corrine pushed me against the wall, staring into my eyes washing my cock, balls and ass very thoroughly.
“Let’s make sure all your delicious parts are spic and span for Melissa, because she is a crazy woman if she doesn’t find some way to play with these at some point today.”
I put my hands on Corrine’s tits. No sooner had I touched her tits, then Corrine grabbed my hands, pinning them against the wall.
“No. Wait your turn.”
I wasn’t going to argue.
“So. Is Melissa a good lover?”
“She is.”
“Does her sex get nasty?”
Corrine continued washing my crotch and ass, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Define nasty.”
“Has she ever stuck a finger in your ass?”
“If you consider that nasty, then yes, her sex gets nasty.”
“Mmmm a girl after my own heart”, Corrine said sliding a soapy finger into my ass. “Let’s make this canal nice and clean for Melissa then.”
Corrine started kissing me, probing my ass with her finger, pushing blood back into my penis.
“Feel good?” Corrine asked.
“Yes.”
“Do I do this well?” Corrine wondered aloud; her voice tinged with doubt.
Whether or not Corrine knew it, she was giving me a quite wonderful prostate massage.
“Very well”, I offered, hoping to push aside Corrine’s doubt.
“MMmm.” Corrine purred, raising her head for another kiss.
Keeping her finger in my ass, Corrine lifted the shower head out of its holder.
I caught myself for a moment. How was I standing here, naked, in a shower, with this beautiful woman, having been fucking, sucking and kissing each other for the last twelve hours or so? Oh, make that, beautiful married woman who happens to be my neighbor and married to a slightly less green version of ‘The Incredible Hulk’?
Corrine started rinsing me and herself while she pumped her finger in and out of my ass. The showerhead swung back and forth between us until Corrine held in against her crotch, mini twitches showing in her hips in response to the water tickling her clit. She turned the spray on me. The initial splash on my cock caused me to flinch back, pushing Corrine’s finger deeper into my ass. Corrine moved the showerhead slowly over my cock and balls, gleefully watching my cock bob up and down.
Once my happy cock was sufficiently rinsed, Corrine handed me the shower head, kneeling in front of me, taking my cock in her mouth. Smart lady. Beautiful woman. Incredible body. Delicious pussy. Talented mouth. What the fuck was Sam doing ogling golf cart girls and bragging about it to this woman. You can’t fix stupid. Fuck Sam.
I allowed Corrine to enjoy my cock and me to enjoy her talents before I put the showerhead back in its holder, lifted Corrine, kissed her and went down on her.
The savory flavor of sex had been washed away from Corrine’s vulva. Fresh wet pussy juice coated my tongue. I lifted Corrine’s foot, placing it on my bent leg, opening her pussy to me.
“Do you enjoy having done to you, what you were doing to me?”
“Mmm hmm.” Corrine answered, feeling my finger pushing on her anus before she completed her affirmative response.
My finger was no sooner in her ass, then Corrine was holding the back of my head, pushing my face into her pussy. She held me there but allowed me the freedom I wanted to roam around her cunt, licking and sucking her clit, parting her labia, dipping my tongue into her vagina.
I gave Corrine one last lick from the sweet source of her honey, though her succulent lips, up and over her clit, before sucking her nub into my mouth and dancing my tongue over and around it. The seconds were few before Corrine’s hand locked my head in place, her moans adding a bass note to the steady treble waterfall of the shower.
“AHHHHHHH! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!” Corrine screamed pulling my head off her pussy, panting loud enough for me to hear her.
“Thank you. Wow. Eric. Wow. Again. Is there room for three in your car today?”
“My pleasure as much as yours Corrine. While I would love the picture of you and Melissa squeezed into the passenger seat in my Elise, I’m not sure Melissa would think she signed up for that.”
“Hmm. Melissa is pretty cute as I recall. I would let her sit on my lap for a couple of hours. Who knows? Maybe she would like it too. I haven’t tried making love to a woman, but with all the changes in the world due to COVID, maybe I should give it a try. Stand up. Let me finish you.”
I stood up, wrapped my arms around Corrine, kissing her.
“No Corrine. I couldn’t be happier. This was the perfect way to finish our time together. Hopefully we will get another chance sometime. Sometime soon.”
“Okay. But…”
“No. You were wonderful, are wonderful, our lovemaking has been amazing. Please. Let me wash your hair and then I have to get going.”
“Okay. And don’t worry, I will find ways to do this more… and sometime soon.”
We kissed. Corrine handed me her shampoo. I washed her hair slowly, running the showerhead over it to rinse it completely. I took a different bottle of shampoo washing my own hair and face. When I turned off the shower Corrine was drying her legs. She handed me my towel. While I dried my face and hair, Corrine patted my back dry with her own towel.
When we walked into the bedroom it was 9:10. We had been making love for over two hours. I had 50 minutes before Melissa was due at my house. Knowing Melissa, I only had 40 minutes. I looked for my clothes then realized I had none in the house.
“Uh. I guess my clothes are outside.”
“And no doubt still soaking wet. I will bring them to you with your plates and what not from dinner. I have a key. I will let myself in and lock up afterwards. Now come here. Give me a hug and a kiss before you go.”
We hugged and kissed, then I couldn’t let go of Corrine.
“Uh. Don’t you have to get going?”
“I do, but I’m stuck.”
“Stuck?”
“Yeah. I have to leave. I know I have to leave. But you have such an incredible body I can’t decide which part I want to touch last.”
Corrine laughed. “Thank you Eric. For the compliment and for making me laugh. I haven’t laughed and smiled this much in a long time. So, thank you. Now just hug me. Kiss me. Squeeze my ass and my tit and get out of here.”
I did what Corrine suggested. It was still hard to leave.
I walked through our backyard gates stark naked, happily not seeing any neighbors, not that I would have cared all that much if I had seen anyone. I checked my phone. No messages from Melissa, which was good and bad. We were still on, but Melissa wasn’t running late. My house had been left empty and unlocked all night. All seemed to be in order. I went to the kitchen, put water on for coffee, grabbed two energy bars for breakfast, and hit the button on the coffee grinder.
Think. Think. Half an hour to get ready for Melissa’s arrival. Wine and a box of incense for a hostess gift. Some fruit and nuts for the ride there. Iron clothes. Get dressed. Pour coffee for the road.
I went upstairs and turned on the iron. Downstairs for the wine, a red and a white, the incense and a gift bag. I set the gift in the hall, went and made the coffee, started on my second energy bar.
My body felt good. I had slept well. My cock felt tired. I felt it, squeezing it a little to get sense if I had any life in it in case Melissa arrived horny. Maybe I could get it up but my testicles felt numb, empty, slightly abused. So maybe not.
20 minutes. Upstairs. I slipped into some white Saxx to wear under my linen shorts. I would have preferred no underwear but my shorts were loose and I didn’t want to be unknowingly flashing Pat and Bob. Damn. The car.
I went downstairs into the garage. I took the cover off my orange Lotus Elise, removed the soft top, opened the garage door and backed the car out. As I exited the car, Melissa pulled into the driveway, parking behind my Countryman. I stood waiting for Melissa. She got out with a huge smile on her face.
“WOW. Now this is an unexpected ‘Good morning.’ Nice outfit. That’s what you’re wearing today? Patricia will be happy. Me too, though I was hoping you would be going commando. But this works. Hello handsome.”
Melissa opened her arms for a hug.
“Hi gorgeous.”
It was our traditional greeting, Melissa calling me handsome, me calling her gorgeous. Melissa was wearing sandals; a light pink tank top and her crotch was sporting a nice camel toe in tight white shorts. I bent my knees to give Melissa a good hug, aligning our heads and shoulders. Melissa is short, about 5′-2″. She has a naturally beautiful face on top of a toned torso with perfectly formed A-cup breasts, an exceptionally tiny waist with curved hips and ass and exceptionally nice legs holding all that up.
“Mmmm. Nice hug. Nice underwear. Tailor made? They fit you really well.” Melissa said squeezing my butt.
I have always loved Melissa’s quit wit. She never misses a trick, is never at a loss for a response, and can be self-deprecating as easily as a sarcastic critic. Melissa is always a horny little minx too. We were never really girlfriend and boyfriend, though we dated for a while and almost always manage to have sex in some way whenever we are together. So, undoubtedly, sometime between now and whenever Melissa headed for home this weekend, sex would be part of our time together.
“Thanks Melissa. You look as fabulous and delicious as you always do. I do love how your shorts hug you in all the right ways, in all the right places.” I put a hand on Melissa’s crotch, running a finger along the center of her camel toe. “I especially admire howthis seam is trying ever so hard to get closer and closer to you. I’m slightly envious of it actually.”
Like I said, Melissa was never without a response. She didn’t move or even flinch a little when I touched her pussy through her shorts. I’ve never thought of her as shy and she wasn’t today when I fondled her while standing outside.
“Don’t you just love that seam. Not half as much as I do though. It does find its own way to touch me in just the right places at times.” Melissa grabbed my crotch, “But you know handsome, it will happily move out of the way anytime this nice big bulge wants to pay a visit.”
“Okay. If we keep this up, you will be texting Patricia to cancel. Come on. Talk to me while I finish getting ready.”
I took Melissa by the hand, leading her into the kitchen.
“The car looks beautiful, as always Eric. You okay if I drive there and you drive back?”
“Be nice to me and I will think about it.”
Melissa punched me in the arm, “I’m always nice to you.”
“Ouch. Be careful, now. I bruise easily.”
“Oh shut up you goof ball. Give me the keys now or I will end up wrestling them away from you.”
“That could be fun.”
“Yeah. Could be. But I won’t be nice about it.”
“You don’t have to tell me. I know you won’t be nice if you really want something.”
Melissa hit me in the arm again. I poured two coffees and filled the kettle to make another pot for the road. I picked up the keys for the Lotus, walked to Melissa waving them in front of her eyes.
“Going to let me put these in your pocket so you don’t lose them?”
Melissa held open her arms, “Pick a pocket and good luck with that?”
Fuck she looked good. She was probably right. Those shorts were damn tight. Stepping to Melissa I felt my cock filling the pouch in my underwear anticipating some possible playtime. Then I heard my backdoor open and Corrine calling out.
“Hey Eric. You in here? I brought the table for you.”
Melissa twisted her head giving me an inquiring look. We both turned and walked towards my den. When we entered the room Corrine was standing there holding the folded massage table, wearing the navy-blue version of the black string bikini she had worn, well, had outside yesterday.
“Hello Melissa. It is so good to see you after all this time. Nice outfit Eric. That’s what you’re wearing today?”
“Exactly the same thing I asked him when he met me in the driveway.”
“Geez man. Don’t you have a robe or something you could put on? Or… oops, I hope I’m not interrupting something.” Corrine said adding a playful grin.
Corrine and Melissa laughed together.
Corrine continued, “Now you woman. You look fabulous. Can I get a post-COVID hug from you? I’m fully vaccinated.”
Melissa opened her arms, “First, you’re not interrupting anything, as much as Eric might wish you were. Second, yes to the hug, and, me too, fully vaccinated. And as for looking fabulous. Damn. You look incredible. How have you managed to maintain a body like that during COVID? Lastly, I could never wear anything like that bikini. Incredible. Simply incredible on you.”
Melissa and Corrine shared a long hug talking the whole time.
“And it’s really good seeing you too, Corrine.”
“As for you wearing a bikini like this… you would totally rock one of these. Anytime you want to try one on and prove me right, just give me a call. If you and I were on a beach wearing this same bikini Eric would have quite a decision picking one of us over the other.”
“Assuming you were both single, you can make that an impossible decision. Mind you, both of you wearing one bikini is a picture I can’t quite construct but would love to see.”
“As fun as that would be Eric, sharing a bikini with Corrine, you can bet your last cent it’s a picture you will never see, but if Corrine’s serious, I may just drop by one day and try on one of her bikinis. Well, the bottoms anyway. I will never fill out the top quite like you do.” Melissa said lightly squeezing Corrine’s tit. Like I said, Melissa isn’t shy.
“Anytime Melissa. Anytime. And your tits would look just fine in one of these”, Corrine replied playfully returning a squeeze of Melissa’s tit.
“Should we ask Eric to leave us alone for a while?” Melissa said continuing the playful touches on Corrine’s body.
They laughed and ended their hug. I looked at them. Fuck. Having to pick just one of them to take upstairs to my bedroom right now would be an impossible choice. Now, if they would both come… Down boy, down.
“What’s the table?” Melissa asked nodding towards the item Corrine had carried in.
“A portable massage table. Eric is going to start a side business. My friend Farah is booked in for tomorrow night.”
My eyes popped open. I mouthed ‘What?’ at Corrine.
“Really?” Melissa asked looking at me as if to ask ‘What the fuck?’.
“Yeah. I had a kink in my lower back yesterday and Eric here was able to work it out as well as any masseuse I have ever been too. I told my friend Farah about it. She’s having a back issue and groin injury she’s nursing so she asked me to book some time with Eric.”
“Hmmm. Well…”
“Look. You two have to be somewhere and I assume Eric here still needs to get dressed. You go. We can talk later.”
“Thanks Corrine. I will talk with you tomorrow about Farah’s issues”, thinking fuck. I have a client appointment tomorrow. What the fuck are you doing to me Corrine?
“Bye you two. Enjoy your day.”
“Nice seeing you, Corrine.” Melissa said watching Corrine close the door behind her. “Nice seeing almost all of you.” Melissa said turning to look at me. “Holy fuck man. What a body on that woman. How did your cock not break out of that underwear with her parading around like that?” Melissa asked slapping my cock through my underwear. “Hello. Is he alive down there? I swear my pussy is wet from that hug and I’m not a lesbian. Fuck. And you were massaging her yesterday? Doesn’t she have a husband?”
“Yes, she has a husband and yes he’s alive down there and if we had time, I would undress you and prove it to you. We can talk in the car. Here are the keys.” I said, tucking the leather tab into Melissa’s waistband knowing if I managed to get them into a pocket, Melissa would likely have to take her shorts off to get them out.
Melissa followed me upstairs, watching me iron my shorts.
“So when did you decide to start giving massages?”
“I’m not sure I decided. And I think I will be selling massages not giving them away… if it happens. We will talk in the car. It’s a long story.”
I left my shorts on the ironing board allowing them to cool while I slipped into my shirt. I also needed some time to craft a believable story about massaging Corrine that wasn’t too far from the truth.
“Nice shirt Eric. I like it. Will you do me a favor today?”
“Sure Melissa. What?”
Melissa stepped into me forcing her hand into my underwear grabbing my cock.
“Will you go commando? It will make me so horny knowing you’re sitting there all day with just a thin layer of linen between this nice cock and everyone there.”
“Geez woman. These shorts are pretty loose. I don’t want to be flashing people.”
“Please? I’m telling you; it will pay dividends later. Pretty please?” Melissa pleaded now pushing my underwear down my legs, bending over inserting my cock into her mouth.
“Okay. Okay. Look. Let’s get going. But I’m taking these underwear with me in case, I don’t know, someone spills a drink in my lap or something.”
Melissa continued her blow job for a few seconds, releasing my cock then talking to it like it was a microphone.
“I’ve missed you my hard little friend. Don’t worry. We will catchup more later. I promise.” She kissed the head then bent more to help me step out of my underwear. “You’re too easy to get my way with Eric. I like that though.”
“You’re too difficult to refuse Melissa. Always have been.”
It was a beautiful sunny day for our drive. We picked mainly back roads for the trip to Bob and Pat’s. Melissa drove the Lotus well, pushing it into corners when she could, enjoying it at the limits she was comfortable with without causing me to worry. We talked about different things including my massage business.
“So yesterday I was doing some yard work and Corrine asked me to come over and put sunscreen on her back. Sam is away on a golfing trip.”
“Spray or lotion?”
“Lotion.”
“Of course lotion, and she was wearing?”
“The black version of the bikini she had on today.”
“So, which do you think would look better on me; the black or the blue?”
“Either. Seriously? If you were wearing one of those bikinis you think me, or any other man, would notice the color?”
“Do you ever give anyone a straight answer? You’re no help you know.”
“What do you mean? That is a straight answer.”
“A straight answer. You wouldn’t see if I was wearing a black or a blue bikini?”
“My eyes would see it but my mind would filter it out as superfluous information. My mind wouldn’t care. Your always beautiful smile, your square shoulders, your pert breasts, your tiny waist, the curve of your hips, your perfectly formed ass, your strong shapely thighs and that sweet gap between the tops of them would steal away any acknowledgement of what color your bikini is.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t see all that.”
“I know you don’t but I do every time I look at you and every time my mind pulls up an image of you.”
“So you massaged in the sunscreen on your mostly naked beautiful neighbor. Then what?”
“Yes. Well, she liked the massage. I found some knots between her shoulder blades and tightness in her low back which was likely the source of her knots.”
“Yup. You’re good at that. I will admit that. So, she thought your massage helped her?”
“I guess so.”
“Did you massage that great butt Corrine has?”
“Enough to help with her tightness. So yes, I massaged that great butt.”
“How hard did your cock get?” Melissa asked with a knowing smile on her face.
“Okay, you’re going to turn left at the next street, then there’s a traffic circle just up the road. You will take the third exit in the circle.”
Melissa geared down like a pro, tossing the Elise into the corners, right, left around the circle, a quick right on the exit.
“So Corrine suggested I could massage some of her gym rat friends.”
“The women, right?”
“Come to think of it, that’s all she mentioned. I suppose she doesn’t think the dudes would want to get massaged by another dude. Frankly, I’m good with that. But shit. I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“You’re good at it Eric. Just do what feels right. Don’t try to get fancy. Don’t try to fix people if you’re not comfortable with an injury they have.”
We talked about the scenery some and what a great day it was and Melissa spent some time raving about how much she liked the car and how much she appreciated me trusting her to drive it.
“Hey Eric. Before we arrive and Pat’s and Bob’s. You know Pat thinks you’re wonderful, right? She always asks about you whenever we chat.”
“Yeah. Okay. Sure.”
“No really. So be nice to her.”
“Be nice to her? Why wouldn’t I be nice to her? Am I not normally nice to people, your friends? I like Patricia. She’s a really intelligent person. I love talking about almost any subject with Pat. She always seems able to present perspectives I hadn’t considered and I love that.”
Melissa pulled over to the curb a couple of blocks from Pat and Bob’s house. She pulled on the brake.
“Kiss me before we arrive”, Melissa softly demanded.
I leaned over. We kissed. Melissa’s kisses always melted my will. She possessed the ability to transmit her feelings through her kisses. This kiss was laced with gratitude and friendship.
“Thank you”, Melissa said looking into my eyes, “Thank you for coming today. It was important for me to visit with Pat. We’re dear friends and I haven’t seen her in such long time. You being here makes the day just that much better for me.”
I nodded, unsure what I should say; ‘You’re welcome.’; ‘Don’t mention it.’; ‘My pleasure.’; nothing. I settled on, ‘Please Melissa. You never have to thank me for spending time with you. Any day I spend time with you makes that day a wonderful day for me.” And I meant that.
She gave a peck on the cheek and a smile that warmed my heart.
Patricia and Bob came out to greet us before we had un-wedged ourselves from the Elise. Bob and I shook hands then stood and watched the extended hug Pat and Melissa shared. They were close, dear friends who had obviously missed seeing each other.
Pat and Melissa shared a similar stature, their bodies being twins of each other except for Pat having slightly larger breasts. Patricia had a naturally infectious, captivating smile. She always looked into your eyes when she spoke with anyone, inviting you inside her space, her mind; inviting you to open yours. Her mind was a sponge, her energy said ‘tell me anything. Say anything. You won’t surprise or offend me. It’s all just information that will advance our awareness of each other.’ I don’t know if Pat realized how much her openness was magnetic, intellectually and sexually. I often had to check myself from leaning over and kissing her when we got deep into any conversation. She just drew you in somehow.
Pat and Melissa turned facing Bob and I after their hug. I glanced at Bob and followed his gaze straight to Melissa’s crotch. That camel toe of hers was going to be a focal point all day. I looked at Pat who was in a similar outfit as Melissa, sporting a slightly less prominent camel toe, but she was still sporting one worth examining. When I raised my eyes, Pat was smiling, no doubt having caught me all but licking my lips.
We made our way to the backyard randomly finding seats on their deck. We spent the afternoon sharing stories, comparing our COVID experiences, laughing as often as we could while nibbling on the snacks Pat and Bob had set out and sharing some beer and wine. Pat seemed more attentive, more energetically magnetic all day. Maybe having been isolated for so long she had excess energy to spend on probing ideas, thoughts and people. While she spent time talking with Melissa, her and I shared several deep conversations with our eyes locked together, her smile and openness tugging me towards her.
Melissa and Bob were deep in a conversation when Pat stood up announcing she was going in to prepare dinner.
“Let me help”, I offered, standing up putting on a mask indicating ‘no’ wasn’t going to be an acceptable response.
“Sure. Come on.”
I followed Pat into the kitchen. Pat had skewers of meat and vegetables prepared and marinating. She needed some help finishing the salad, cutting bread, making a dressing.
“It’s nice seeing you and Bob. You both seem to be doing well?”
“I’m so happy Melissa came and brought you. Bob enjoys talking with you. He’s pretty quiet around most people but he’s relaxed with you. He talks when you’re here, which is unusual.”
I started cutting some peppers for the salad. “I like Bob. He has some fascinating insights and I love his ultra dry sense of humor. It’s so dry, some people may not catch it. But you’re both doing well, right?” I wasn’t trying to press the matter as much as make simple conversation while we got things ready for dinner.
Pat walked to stand behind me. She wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tightly against her.
“Thanks Eric. It’s nice to see Bob honestly talking, smiling and laughing. Thanks for bringing that out of him.”
Pat held me longer than I thought she would. The energy of her hug changed from one of gratitude to one of comfort. She exhaled a big sigh before releasing me, dragging her hand across my back when she walked away.
“I guess we are okay. Being locked at home together has been tough on both of us at times. You can’t get away from one another. I guess you don’t have that problem, living alone.”
“I suppose. But I do have to battle loneliness at times.”
“COVID has presented everyone with crosses to bear, I guess. Sometimes Bob and I go days without really talking to each other. I probably shouldn’t be telling you this.”
“It’s fine Pat. I don’t mind. You’re right. These lockdowns have presented us with challenges we’ve never experienced. I think I can understand someone’s need for separation, solitude. Not talking, might be one way to achieve that separation.”
“I suppose. But, if you’re the other person who might need interaction and contact, you feel like you’re being shut out. Only one of you is having their needs met.”
“Wow. That is a tough one. And for you, it’s not like you can go and visit friends for a few hours to satisfy your needs.”
“Exactly. Hey. How are you holding your knife? I haven’t seen someone do that.”
Pat returned to stand beside me, initially placing her left hand on the counter and her right hand on my back.
I held up the knife I was using, showing Pat how I held it where the handle met the blade, pinching the blade between my thumb and forefinger.
“Like this. I find it gives me more control of the blade. It felt awkward at first but once I got used to it, I love it. Want to try?”
Being right-handed, Pat traded sides, taking the knife in her right hand, sliding her left hand onto my ass. I didn’t really notice. It didn’t feel forward in any way. It just felt like that was where her hand landed being as short as she is. It wasn’t until Pat gave the knife back to me and stood there watching me halve some cherry tomatoes that I noticed she wasn’t just resting her hand on my butt.
“I see. I can see how it offers more control. I will have to try that.”
It was when Pat spoke that I noticed she was actually rubbing my ass ever so gently. I shrugged it off as a natural reflex and nothing more.
“Open the wine and I will go out and get the barbecue started. Bob will be in charge of cooking the skewers. They shouldn’t take long.”
Pat carried out the plates and utensils while I finished cutting the tomatoes. She came in and went out with the skewers. Every time she walked past me; Pat touched me somewhere. “Don’t forget the wine when you come out.” Patricia called back to me.
I washed my hands before opening a white. When I walked outside, Melissa was sitting beside Bob showing him some pictures on her phone. I poured a glass for each of the ladies and sat down beside Pat. I drank water the rest of the night as I had a long drive ahead of me.
Before I settled, Bob was up at the barbecue, Melissa and Pat got engaged in stories about how Melissa and I met and fun things we had done. Of course, I was the target for many of the jibes, happily laughing with these two bright women. Pat put a hand on my bare thigh a few times, though I never considered it sexual, just a touch between friends.
The three of us started sharing some extremely funny circumstances we had had over the last 15 months or so. I was telling one. Pat turned to face me and as she laughed, both hands made their way onto my leg. She sat there that way for the next few stories we shared, patting my leg at times, slapping it once or twice, rubbing it, almost caressing it between stories. Pat’s magnetism did pull on me a few times. She was exuding this warmth that covertly invited me to lay down with her for an extended foreplay session leading to, wherever it led to.
When we got up to move to the table Melissa came over to me, putting her arm around me, leaning into me, whispering.
“I told you Pat likes you. I swear, if you two were alone, her hands would have been up your shorts.”
I shook my head, and scrunched my face a bit, “I don’t think so.” I said before I sat down, replaying what had just taken place, thinking about Pat’s earlier relationship commentary having similarities to Nikki’s, now feeling some doubt in my reply to Melissa.
During dinner our conversations became more relaxed, more jovial. It was almost feeling normal as the topics eased away from COVID. I didn’t see or notice Pat’s attention being directed towards me more than anyone else. It supported my belief that Pat touching my leg earlier was nothing more than a friendly gesture of convenience.
Pat and Bob talked about their new found love for tennis, being an activity they could do together or with friends while maintaining social distancing. Pat highlighted how it also provided motivation to buy new equipment, new shoes, new clothes and the joy each delivery brought when the doorbell chimed and a new box of tennis paraphernalia arrived for them to open together. Bob joked how it was the first time in years he had seen his wife in really short skirts, that he was sure Pat had bought to gain advantage over him on the court.
Dinner finished. It was delicious from beginning to end. Melissa announced we should probably be leaving soon allowing us to get home at a reasonable time and enjoy a top-down ride while the sun was setting.
We all stood up and started clearing everything together. We haphazardly organized ourselves with Melissa and I carrying things into the house, Bob clearing and closing up the barbecue, Patricia rinsing at the sink and putting things in the dishwasher.
Near the end of our cleanup, Pat was rinsing the tray that had held the skewers and the marinade.
“Oh crap!” Pat yelled, causing Melissa and I to turn and see Pat’s outfit splattered with the sauce.
Bob was just walking into the house. “Bob, can you finish up here, while I go and change these clothes so I can soak them and hopefully not have them stain.”
“Sure hon.”
Pat scooted away into the house. Melissa and I used the bathroom before we left. We were at the car when Pat came out the front door in one of her tennis skirts and a fresh tank top. Holy fuck. Nice outfit. Great legs… from bottom to all but the very top which I couldn’t quite see no matter how hard I tried. When she stood beside Bob and he looked at her, he turned back to us, flipping up the side of Pat’s skirt.
“See what I mean. How is this fair? Like I’m supposed to be able to concentrate on tennis when she’s flashing her great legs and underwear at me every time she moves. Show them. Flip up the front of your skirt. Show them how you cheat my ability to focus when we play.”
Bob reached out to flip up the front of Pat’s skirt, but Pat was faster, pushing away his hand and holding down her skirt.
“Stop it Bob. If it’s such a huge distraction… Oh never mind. So Eric, can I go for a fast ride in your car before you leave. Is there time? Melissa took me once when you gave it to her that weekend two years ago. Please?”
I looked at Melissa. She nodded, “Sure. Go. Be fast.”
“Yeeeeee.” Pat actually squealed running towards the car.
I walked her over the car, opened the door and said, “Here. Let me show you how to get in. It isn’t easy or graceful, shall we say.”
I sat on the door sill, swung a leg over, slid my butt onto the seat, then puled my other leg in.
“And you get out in the exact reverse sequence.” I said, executing the process in reverse.
Bob and Melissa were standing at the head of the driveway murmuring about something. Pat traded places with me, sitting her ass down on the door sill, her skirt inviting me to try and look at her crotch.
“Like this?” Pat asked me looking into my eyes, swinging her leg over, her reason for so quickly blocking Bob’s skirt flip revealing itself to me. There was no underwear for Bob to show us. Fuck. Pat sat there for a second as if waiting for me to answer. Her pussy grasping hold of my gaze. I gulped out “Yes. Just like that. Now slide your butt into the seat before lifting your other leg in.” I tried not to react. By the wry smile on Pat’s face, I suspect I wasn’t very successful.
I walked around the car trying to sort through what I suspected was about to happen. My heart was pounding, my mind scrambling, my cock, taking whatever cues it wanted from my thoughts, starting to fill with blood. I had already fucked two married women, but this one didn’t bother me quite as much. It was likely going to be a one time thing because of how far apart we lived and I wasn’t really friends with Pat and Bob, and Pat did have those good looks and that magnetism and a nice looking pussy covered in a thin layer of hair.
“Be back soon.” I shouted to Bob and Melissa once I was certain the slight bulge in my shorts was hidden from their view.
“Where to?” I asked Pat, backing out of the driveway.
“Go left out of the driveway, then two rights. I will guide you from there. So, you’re not wearing underwear today Eric.”
“Pardon?”
Pat put her hand on my crotch and squeezed my cock. “Underwear. You’re not wearing any.”
“How do you know I’m not wearing underwear?”
“Visually there are no lines and no color shading in these beautiful linen shorts you’re wearing. My touch confirmed it for me in the kitchen when I put my hand on your ass.”
“Hmmm. Well. It seems to be a common theme today.”
“It seems to be. What can I say? You inspired me.”, Pat said spreading her legs, exposing her pussy, now manipulating her crotch and mine. “My choice was my own. Was yours, your own or Melissa’s?”
“I’m curious, was the splash of marinade on your shorts an accident or intentional?”, I asked, avoiding Pat’s question.
“Does it matter?”
“Not really. Just curious.”
“I knew I was going to fuck you today if I could get you alone. I didn’t want us struggling getting those shorts off me.”
“Smooth. I like it. I’ve always said you are really smart. Those shorts fit you really well by the way. Your camel toe was almost as nice as Melissa’s. Enjoying yourself?”
“Turn left at the lights.” I turned the car into an area with large commercial complexes.”
“Pat. I’m not really comfortable with this.”
“Are you and Melissa dating or still just fuck buddies?”
“We’re not dating. We’re still just friends.”
In a flash Pat had two hands working on my belt, zipper and button. She had my cock out and, in her hand, before I could react.
“Is this more comfortable?”
“Pat…”
“Look. I’m going to suck you or fuck you before we go back. I would prefer a really good fuck. Can you risk Melissa believing a story from me that you tried to seduce me over your story that it was the other way around? Don’t fuck me and we will see who is more convincing. I bet I can cry a lot easier than you can.”
Patricia continued, “So am I enjoying myself? I’m enjoying the car ride. I’m enjoying playing with your cock. It has been a while since I played with one, though you would think by Bob’s comments about my tennis skirts that we’ve actually had sex in the last 15 months. I’m enjoying touching myself though I would enjoy it more if you were touching me. Turn right up into that driveway by that warehouse.”
I turned into the driveway. I had little choice given Pat’s ultimatum. And honestly, Pat had been another fantasy of mine and her pussy looked pretty damn nice. I was looking forward to trying it on for size.
Pat undid her seat belt, somehow managing to kneel on the seat, lean over the center console and get my dick in her mouth. I looked for a place out of the way to park the car, quickly scanning for cameras, not seeing any. When I stopped the car, I reached over Pat’s back searching for her pussy, but it was too awkward in the car. I couldn’t reach her cunt. Pat stopped her sucking.
“How do we fuck in this car? I want to crawl on top of you. I want to look in your eyes when your dick slides inside me. But I won’t fit between you and the steering wheel.”
“Hang on. No problem.”
The seat actually goes back a long way in the Elise. I slid the seat all the way back. Pat wasted no time crawling across me. We shuffled until Pat was able to get her legs across my legs and still on the edge of the seat. She wasted no time poising my cock at her vagina.
“Oh god. That actually hurts a little, but in a really good way”, Pat announced when the head of my cock broke into her.
Her mouth opened in a silent ‘Ah’. Fuck she was tight. So tight, sliding into her was almost hurting me.
Pat continued to force me inside her knowing we really didn’t have time for lots of foreplay and an extended fuck session.
“Oh. You have no idea how long it has been since I had a cock inside me.”
Pat bent forward kissing me, before starting to slide up and down my rigid pole.
“Fuck. You feel better than I imagined Pat. Fuck you’re tight.”
“So you’ve fantasised about fucking me? Good. ‘Cause I’ve been fantasising about fucking you since Melissa told me you were coming today.”
“You’ve been scoping places out for us to drive to?”
“You know it. If you hadn’t brought this car you would have fucked me somewhere in the house when I gave you “a tour”. Good job that didn’t happen. When I cum, it won’t be a quiet one.”
I grabbed Pat’s ass trying to guide her into a common rhythm together. Soon enough our bodies we clanging together, the Elise was rocking with our pounding.
Pat sat down, halting our beat. She leaned back lifting her top allowing her tits to flop out of her bra.
“Suck my nipples? I want to cum with you inside me. Please?”
“With pleasure.”
I took Patricia’s tits in my hands, suckling one nipple then the other. Pat’s tits had perfectly round, moderately sized areola with prominent, hard, responsive nipples. I felt Pat’s hand in her crotch, tweaking her clit I assume. Pat’s hips rocked as much as they could drawing whatever stimulation she could out of my cock.
Pat came hard, doing nothing to muffle her scream, squeezing my face into her tit while she rode out the ripples spilling through her body. She hadn’t fully recovered from her orgasm when she pushed my head back, leaned forward and resumed our fucking.
“Cum. I want you to cum. Fuck me as hard as you can.”
I squeezed Pat’s hips, holding her still, thrusting into her as hard as I could. Pat leaned on my shoulders and just let me pound her.
“Fuck yeah. Oh fuck yeah. Come on Eric. Fill me with your cum. Fuck me man. Fuck me good and hard.”
“HHHhrrrr.” I grunted several times, with each spasm of my testes. I swear Pat was so tight I could feel my semen travelling up every inch on my cock before emptying into Pat’s cunt.
Pat kissed me, “Thank you Eric. God that was so good. Thank you. I hope I’m sore for a week after that. I need something to remind me what a good fuck feels like. We better get back. You drive, I will clean up your cock so you don’t stain your shorts.”
Pat crawled off me, then bent over and sucked up as much semen and pussy goo as she could. I couldn’t drive anywhere; the seat was too far back.
“All clean. Now go.” Pat said sliding into her seat.
Pat sat, pulling as much of her skirt as possible under her so my cum, leaking out of her, didn’t create a puddle for Melissa to sit in. While I drove, Pat opened her legs and masturbated using both hands screaming out another orgasm when we were a few blocks from her home.
“Any idea why we took so long on this drive? We will need a reason.”, Pat asked me looking rather flushed.
“Sure. You wanted to try and drive the car, so we stopped and you gave it a go, without much success. You may have to come down to my place for more lessons though, and maybe a massage. I am starting a holistic massage business for a limited exclusive clientele.”
“You are?” Pat asked as I turned into her driveway.
“Talk to Melissa about it. You are welcome to be in that group of the exclusive clientele. Though it’s a long drive for you.”
Pat smiled at me, “But it will be worth it.”
“Damn, you two were gone a while.” Melissa said, walking to the car as we came to a stop. Bob was right behind her, both walking to Pat’s side of the car.
Pat turned to me with a scared look on her face. Shit. How was she going to get out of the car without flashing Melissa and her husband?
“Bob. Pat said I should show you the engine and the trunk in this vehicle. It’s quite amazing how they squeezed everything in such a small space. Amazing, right Pat?”
“Wonderfully amazing”, Pat said mouthing ‘Thank you’ to me when I climbed out.
Bob followed me to the back of the car. Melissa stayed by Pat, helping her to get out. I spit out some spiel about the engine and what not until Pat was out. Melissa gave me an inquisitive look as Pat was standing up. I didn’t have to wonder what it was about, except to wonder if she had seen cum spilling out of Pat’s exposed cunt.
We got in some fast hand shakes and hugs with Pat whispering a thank you to me for ‘making her cunt feel so damn good.’ Her words, not mine. And wondering aloud ‘why do you have to live so far away’?
As Pat walked away to the front of the car, there was a large, round, wet spot on the back of her skirt. You really didn’t have to look hard to see it. I wondered how Pat was going to conceal it from Bob for the rest of the evening.
We backed out of the driveway waving to Pat and Bob standing next to each other in the driveway. We weren’t half a block down the road when Melissa lifted her nose up, loudly sniffing the air.
“Hmmm. What’s that aroma I’m smelling? It’s familiar, yet… not really.”
I looked at her and shrugged, lifting my own head for a second.
Before I could sniff Melissa went on, “Wait. Wait. Ah. I got it. Horny pussy. Horny fucking pussy. That’s what I smell.” Then she looked at me a sternly, which I wasn’t sure was real or put on.
“But it isn’t my horny pussy I’m smelling which is why I didn’t recognise it at first. And as Pat was the only other woman in this car it must be her horny and very naked pussy I am smelling.”
I gulped, hopefully not in a way that Melissa could identify as a gulp. Was she serious that she could smell pussy? If she was, was it from Pat or was it from my pussy coated cock?
“Naked pussy? Horny pussy?”
“Oh shut up Eric. I told you Pat has the hots for you and with the trouble her and Bob are having. For Christ’s sake Eric. She had no panties on during your ride. Tell me you didn’t know that. Give me your hand, let me smell your fingers.”
I reached my arm over to the Melissa. She sniffed my fingers. “The other hand”, Melissa demanded. I switched hands on the steering wheel, smiling inside, knowing my hands hadn’t been on Pat’s cunt.
“She was fucking naked under her skirt. I saw that when I helped her out when you got back. I thought she might try something like this. She has been talking to me about how her and Bob haven’t been having sex and how desperate and unwomanly she has been feeling. I thought she was expressing a little too much interest in you visiting when I came to see her. Fuck! So when did you know Patricia was not wearing underwear?”
“When she got in the car.”
“And you didn’t say anything?”
“What was I supposed to say, ‘Hey Pat, what a sweet looking pussy you have. Can I have a taste or go for a ride?”
“True. Okay. You’re right. Fuck though.”
I was praying Melissa didn’t ask me if we fucked. I don’t know if I would have confessed or lied. And now, all I could smell wafting up from my crotch was Pat’s cunt. I rolled the windows down to get more air in the car.
“So, Pat wanted to fuck you, I’m sure of that. Christ, she almost had her hand up your pants playing with your cock in the backyard. Did she sit here playing with herself? I can see her doing that trying to entice you.”
“She did actually. She had an orgasm while I drove.”
“You watched?”
“Honestly? As much as was possible given I was driving.”
“Ya. Well. Pat does have a nice body and a nice pussy. It’s pretty and compact and tidy isn’t it.”
“It is.” And here was my opening to get the conversation on a different track. We were on open road with no other cars in sight. I put my hand on Melissa’s crotch, lightly scratching at both sides of her camel toe. “But not as pretty or compact as this one right here.”
Melissa tilted her pelvis up, “Sometimes I hate your damn hands as much as I love them. You do that so well.”
“So you tell me. And just how horny is your pretty pussy knowing I had no underwear on all day.”
“Mmmmm. Did you say something?” Melissa said, letting me know she wasn’t answering my question but also admitting she was horny.
My cock was growing down the leg of my shorts. I had three fingers scratching at Melissa’s jeans; one on the beautiful seam splitting her vulva and one on either side, scratching at her puffy labia.
“Fuck I hate you sometimes”, Melissa said dropping a hand into my crotch, finding my cock and holding it with a firm grip.
“You tell me that all the time.”
I glanced at what my hand was doing seeing Melissa’s nipples in my peripheral vision, poking two buttons onto her tank top. I reached up pinching them and caressing them just the way Melissa had taught me to touch them. I returned my hand to her shorts now alternating scratches with pressure trying to roll her clit under my middle finger through her jeans.
“I could never do this myself. Fuck. How do you do this?” Melissa placed her right hand on top of mine, pressing it against her jeans, wiggling her hips to find the right places for the pressure to touch her.
“Oh fuck Eric. You’re driving me crazy. Part of me wants to get my shorts off so you can get your hand on my pussy. Part of me wants you to pull over get our clothes off and fuck on the side of the road. But part of me doesn’t want you to stop whatever the fuck you are doing now. FUCK! I am so close. So fucking close.”
Melissa was loud when she came. When she was at my place, I always made sure my windows were closed, after one session in her house brought neighbors to her door to make sure she was alright and not in trouble. We had a good laugh over that incident.
“I’m going nuts here. I am right on the edge but can’t get enough touch to get me over. Oh fuck. This is such sweet torture. Can you feel that, can you? My shorts are soaked. Fuck.”
Her denim shorts were soaked. I could feel it. Melissa went silent. I glanced at her again. Her eyes were closed. Her nipples sharp and pointed. Her lower lip clenched between her teeth. I had to change something I was doing. I looked down the road and in my mirrors. No one in sight. I slowed the car to give me more time to correct any wandering that might result from the change I was about to make. I pushed my hand down under Melissa’s butt, grabbing hold of her thigh for leverage. I positioned my thumb where I thought Melissa’s clit would be knowing she would guide to the right spot if I missed. The knuckle from my forefinger was nestled against that lucky seam in her shorts, pressing somewhere near Melissa’s vagina. Melissa tilted her pelvis, moving my thumb ever so slightly with her hand.
“Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Mm. Mm. OHHHHHHH! FUUUUUUUUUUUCCKKK! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”, Melissa screamed out an orgasm bucking and crunching against her seatbelt.
As Melissa came down, through her panting she said, “I hate you. I love you and I hate you. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. That was amazing. Fuck I hate that you can do things to my body with your hands that I can never do myself. But I also love that you can do things to my body with your hands that I can’t do myself. Like, I could never masturbate myself to orgasm through these shorts. Fuck. Love hate. Love hate. Right now I love you and those hands of yours.”
Melissa pulled my hand out of her crotch and kissed it. “Mmmm. Now I’m smelling the right horny pussy in this car.”
Melissa hadn’t released my cock while I played with her and got her off. I pressed my knee against the steering wheel freeing my hand to roll up the windows while squeezing Melissa’s hand against my stiff cock.
“Good. With the windows up, hopefully I will get to inhale some of your pussy’s luscious scent too.”
“Mmmm thank you Eric.” Melissa said, leaning over to kiss me on the cheek. “Mmm. Nice cock Eric. Nice cock.”
Melissa laid her head back with a satisfied smile on her face. She let out one contented sigh, then was quiet. A few minutes later, the random twitches in Melissa’s hand told me she was asleep.