Every woman seeks her cat
I haven’t published erotic news in quite a while now. As always, since English is not my first language, I used a free translation software to assist me in my work. The result is worth what it is worth. That is why I defer to your indulgence for the many grammatical and style errors that you will invariably find in this text. Nevertheless, I wish you good reading. Love you all, folks!
Every evening, in good weather, I usually go for a walk, to clear my mind before going to bed. A few weeks ago, one of these walks would remain etched in my memory for a long time.
As I was walking along a small narrow street, as there are so many in the neighborhood where I live, a female voice suddenly called out to me. Turning around, I saw a woman, mid-thirties, early forties, moving gracefully towards me. Her face was of average beauty. She walked barefoot, dressed only in a transparent nightgown. When I say transparent, I mean we saw almost everything! And what I saw could have melted an ice sheet. Her skin was a light pink. Small, she had firm, fleshy thighs. And her belly had the charm of a baladi dancer. To top it all off, she had a pair of breasts to make all women jealous. They were huge, firm, but still well proportioned. Under her dress, she wore white panties that hid just the minimum. In short, she looked like a real belly dancer.
She was slowly moving towards me, with small steps, with her small feet. When she passed under the lamppost that separated us, she seemed like an apparition descended from Heaven. It was then that she asked me, in a timid tone, if I had seen her cat. Still astounded by such generous forms, I muttered that I had no idea, but that I was willing to help her in her search, if she would consent. Delighted with my answer, she preceded me with her same feline approach, while inviting me to follow her gaze.
As she passed by me, a sweet scent of fresh wisteria tickled my nostrils. Her skin and her hairs were slightly moist. It was clear she was just coming out of the shower.
- I was sure I had my cat tucked in before I took a shower, she said. It was when I called her to give her her evening snack and she didn’t come to see me that I looked for her all over the house. She’s pretty scared. That’s why I’d rather not let her wander by herself at night. There are neighbours who leave their dogs tied up in their backyard at night. I always worry that my cat will be caught by one of these a****ls. My neighbours have big dogs. That’s why I prefer not to think about what could happen to my cat if she fell between their legs. And that’s not counting on the people who steal a****ls and sell them or God knows what else. Excuse me. We haven’t introduced ourselves yet. My name is Melissa. What’s your name?
- My name is Sophie, I replied. I often walk around this neighbourhood and I don’t remember having met you before.
- It’s quite rare for me to go for walks at night. After I get back to work and finish supper, I prefer to watch a little TV, then read a good book while listening to music before going to bed.
As we continued to chat while doing our research, Melissa suddenly reached out to a brick wall at the end of the street. It was then that we heard a complaining meow from a little cat, perched on the top of the wall and visibly afraid to come down.
- That’s her, Melissa said, all excited.
Following the direction of her finger, I noticed a small ball of hair on legs. As we went along, Melissa and I noted the colour of the a****l’s coat. Melissa’s cat was of a fawn brown, marbled with small dark bands on the back. She was adorable! I’ve never had a cat. But I’ve been dreaming about it for a long time.
- I wonder how she got to the top of a wall that high, I tell Melissa.
- There is a tree on the other side of the wall. One of the branches reaches the wall. I also know that the owner of the place has a dog that he often leaves tied up in his yard at night. That’s why I’d rather not go. My cat had to go there. And when she heard the dog, she got scared and climbed up the tree to the wall. Now she doesn’t dare jump that side of the street.
- You’re tall and I think quite athletic, said Melissa. Can you give me a leg up?
- I’m tall. But not that tall, I tell her. Anyway, I think it’s still worth a try.
As we approached the wall, Melissa’s cat began to meow louder. No doubt she had recognized her mistress. The wall was about eight feet high.
- Let’s take it easy, Melissa said, as we reached the bottom of the wall. She is very fearful. And I don’t want to risk making her do something foolish.
When I got close to the cat, Melissa beckoned me to give her a leg up. Being put in position, slightly forked, with her back pressed against the smooth surface of the wall, Melissa put a foot between my clasped hands. Then, leaning with one of her hands on my left shoulder, she gently called her cat.
As Melissa was leaning on me to try to grab her cat, her lower abdomen came just up to my face. And as she went up, I felt her breasts graze me almost as if I were being provoked. Every time she tried to catch her cat, her body would move in a slight back and forth ballet. In front of such an intoxicating spectacle, I felt an excitement more and more palpable. To the point that my panties began to become all wet.
- I can’t do it, she suddenly told me. I think I’ll need both hands. Do you think you’d be strong enough for me to lean my knees on your shoulders? All you have to do is hold me by my lower back, so I don’t fall backwards.
- It is obvious that the shins supported directly against the clavicles is not the most comfortable position there is, I told her. But it’s worth a shot.
In fact, I was not asking for anything better, despite all the discomfort this situation caused. Fortunately, there was no one to see us, at this late hour of the evening, I thought. We had to look completely ridiculous!
Perched in this position, the inside of Melissa’s fleshy thighs almost touched my face. Her legs thus spread, I could easily see the slit of her vagina drawing on her panties.
I couldn’t take it anymore! Abandoning all decency, I stuck my face against this fountain of youth, which attracted me like the flame of a candle attracts a butterfly. I wanted nothing better than to consume myself.
As she tried to grab her cat, I took every opportunity to rub my face against this wall offered to all fantasies, while my hands were willingly slipping up her cheeky buttocks. Even if, sometimes, I embolden myself to the point of gently kissing her vulva, through her panties. I didn’t care if she makes a scene after she goes down! Becoming bolder and bolder, I did not hesitate to remove with my nose the thin obstacle that separated me from so much pleasure. It was then that her slit appeared to me, slightly damp by the saliva that I had left on her panties while I licked it. A thin down, of light brown colour, surrounded her vulva. Unable to hold on, I plunged my face a little more into this den of delights. First slowly, then more and more quickly, after I had spread her labias, I stroked the surfaces of her vagina with my tongue with more ardour. Every second that passed, I felt that Melissa was showing a certain discomfort. But, too bad! This embarrassment only further strengthened my determination.
- I have her! She said to me suddenly. Now, help me down.
As she did so, she again put a hand on my shoulder, then put her foot back on my hands again, hugged until she came back to the ground, a lovely ball of purring hair tucked into her generous chest.
- Thanks for your help, Melissa said, for not noticing anything about my little game.
- My pleasure, I answered her, a little embarrassed to have let me go like this, without the slightest restraint.
Emboldening myself again, I asked her to accompany her to her home, on the pretext that all this little adventure had made me thirsty.
- May I have a glass of water, I asked her?
- Yes, of course, she replied in the same shy voice as when she approached me. I can also offer you something else, if you want.
As we made our way to her home, I made a special effort to slow the pace, so that I could secretly admire her generous curves as she walked slightly in front of me. I don’t know if she did it intentionally. But she had a way of swaying languorously, like an oriental dancer. Innocent sensuality or false candor? I couldn’t make my mind. This ambiguity of the gait and tone only further aroused my desire for this sculptural beauty!
Melissa’s home was more like a small house. The furnishings were simple and tasteful. The main entrance door gave direct access to the living room. In the middle of the room sat a divan with floral trim. A few feet away was the television. As soon as the door was closed, Melissa asked me if I wanted to drink anything other than water.
- A fruit juice would suit me very well, I replied.
- I have some fruit juice mixed. Is that okay? Marianne told me.
- It will be perfect.
Once again, I could not help but admire her feline gait when she went to the kitchen to fetch my juice. Melissa had a way of swaying herself with a sensual movement, but never ostentatious. And her transparent lace nightdress and tight panties only accentuated this natural, almost innocent, grace that suited her so well.
The light of the living room allowed me to better appreciate the charms of Melissa. Her skin, slightly tanned, seemed smooth and soft. Her mid-length hair, light brown, fell gently on her shoulders in curly braids naturally. From behind, I could easily see the slit of her fleshy buttocks. She was an average size, about five feet six.
When she came back, a few minutes later, to bring me my fruit juice, Melissa made me feel like a harem dancer coming to perform a lascivious dance to seduce her lord or rather, in this case, her princess! Moving slowly towards me, she looked at me with the same deliciously ingenuous air that had so seduced me, during our meeting, about an hour earlier.
It was not until she came to me that I noticed Melissa’s fragrant breath.
- Papaya? I asked her.
- I made myself a little snack of papaya, mango and kiwi, before taking my shower, she replied with a slightly amused little laugh.
It was when Melissa laughed that I noticed the immaculate whiteness of her teeth.
- That’s probably why I asked you for a fruit juice, I pointed out to her, in an amused tone.
The more I watched Melissa, the more I felt like caressing her, covering her body with kisses and hearing her moan with pleasure!
- Forgive me for pointing that out, but do you mind walking around alone at night, dressed like this? I know it’s none of my business and I don’t mind at all. As far as I’m concerned, I think I’d be a little nervous to go out so little, even if it’s to fetch my cat. I’m not trying to embarrass you.
- Oh! She said softly. I’m sorry. I got out so fast when I realized my cat wasn’t home that I didn’t bother to put on a dressing gown and slippers.
In saying these words, Melissa leaned her head over her nightgown, looking embarrassed.
- I think I’d better close the curtains, says Melissa. It’s not that late and there are still people on the street, even though it’s a peaceful neighbourhood.
While Melissa was busy closing the curtains, I took the opportunity to place my glass on a coffee table, located at the foot of the sofa, which I had not noticed when I arrived.
- I wanted to thank you again for helping me bring my cat home, Melissa told me in her sweet voice.
When she came near me, we began to look into each other’s eyes, without saying anything, but in no way uncomfortable. I think she was waiting for this moment.
- When I was perched on your shoulders earlier, you took the opportunity to lick me, she told me in her soft voice, but with a slightly worried look.
Although I expected Melissa to come back to me with this subject, I really didn’t know what to say. Confused, I remained mute, continuing to look her straight in the eyes, waiting for the next. Was she going to yell at me and throw me out, as I apprehended her? Soon after, I told myself that if that had been her intention, she would have done so a long time ago. Unless she didn’t want to make me a scene in public. Then I told myself that at the point I was at, I had little to lose. So, I decided to throw myself into the water.
- Melissa, can I ask you a favor without you getting mad?
- Yes, of course, Melissa replied to me, after a brief moment of hesitation, looking puzzled.
Forgive me for being so reckless. But I find you so ravishing. When you were crouching on me, your beauty made me mad with desire. That’s why I couldn’t resist the temptation. I hope you’re not too mad at me. As she answered nothing, I continued on my way.
- Can I kiss you? I’m dying to.
- What? She said with a puzzled look. A few seconds passed. Okay. But just a little bit. Then you’d have to leave.
To feel this soft, opulent flesh again flooded every part of my being with an irrepressible desire. Slowly approaching her, I hugged her and held her against me. A little reluctant at first, Melissa relaxed little by little until I felt her generous chest massage tenderly my belly.
As I began to kiss her, Melissa’s lips, a little rigid, gradually relaxed until her mouth, under the impulse of mine, opened more and more, allowing our tongues to meet. It is then that her fruity breath fills my nostrils with a sweet nectar that only made more titillating my senses. At first, from a timid contact, our tongues began to dance more and more swirling. As a good scout, my tongue began to explore every corner of her mouth. Very quickly, to this frantic whirlwind followed the sounds of suction, as I sucked this succulent pink fruit out of Melissa’s mouth.
While I was emboldening, Melissa’s hands sometimes tried to shyly push me away. To appease her, I gently grabbed her hands to tighten them around my waist. Feeling ever more at ease, my hands began to caress Melissa’s body more and more languorously to the point of massaging her huge breasts.
At that moment, she uttered a few moans of reprobation, before breaking free from my embrace. Catching her breath, her face tinged with a pale red, she looked at me with a frightened look. Far from discouraging me, I asked Melissa to take off her nightgown. Looking at me with a questioning air, she remained motionless for a few moments.
- Why?
- I just want to admire you in all your beauty.
- If I take it off, will you go after?
- Can you take off your nightie, please?
After a few seconds of hesitation, she decided to remove this diaphanous veil which, despite its thinness, was an obstacle to my eyes. Finally deciding to take off her clothes, it was a real Venus coming out of the waters of Botticelli that revealed herself to me! Still overwhelmed by emotion, I approached her gently.
- I’ve never seen such a beautiful pair of breasts! Can I touch them?
- Uh, yes, she says after a few seconds of hesitation.
Just to be able to massage very gently, then more and more vigorously these two masses of firm flesh so generous made me the effect of an electric current that passed through my body from feet to head. It was then that I put her hands on my breasts, which, far from being as imposing as hers, would have been the envy of many women. Grabbing Melissa’s hands, I made her make concentric movements on my breasts more and more firm and fast. Doubly excited by this reciprocal ritual, I kissed her again with more passion than the first time.
Then, still kissing her, I let my hands slide along her body until reaching her cheeky buttocks. This time massaging these two full and firm cheeks, one of my hands moved her panties, which formed only a thin net at the height of her slit.
Pushing small moans of protest, Melissa timidly sought to remove this hand a little too loose which was stubbornly seeking to explore other hidden treasures. Without losing my calm and daring, I placed her hands around my waist.
After I had plunged my index finger and my middle finger into Melissa’s mouth, I began to massage her buttocks again. Then, my hands resumed the same ritual, again spreading the net from Melissa’s panties. Feeling her more relaxed, I took the opportunity to spread her lower cheeks, from top to bottom and bottom to top. Having reached her anus, I pushed my index finger, then my middle finger into this tiny hole. I moved back and forth slowly at first, then faster and faster.
As tense as she was, Melissa gradually let herself go to this game. It was then that I felt her breathing accelerate almost to the same rhythm that my fingers. While leaving her to moan, I sucked her tongue again as I swallowed her saliva, which began to drip from her mouth.
Immediately after this little interlude, I embraced this woman with even more passion. Then, detaching myself a little from her, I quietly untied the closure of my sports jacket, freeing at the same time my chest which, far from being as generous as that of her, was no less inviting. As soon as I had finished opening my jacket, I took Melissa’s hands and invited her to gently massage my firm belly, then my breasts, concealed by a pink sports bra. Grabbing her left, I insert her into my sports bra while impressing her with a pressure movement, so that she too can enjoy this appetizing ripe fruit that I was ready to offer her. Taking off her hand, I took off my brassiere. As if they were coming out of a long sleep, my two good friends literally sprang out of their nylon prison. Having offered this delightful spectacle to Melissa, I placed my right hand behind her head to invite her to taste in turn these two magnificent melons, well firm and ripe, all round and a milky whiteness, waiting only for her mouth to express their full flavor.
- Taste these wonders. Suck them hard. I want to feel your tongue wrap around them.
From the first suction noises, my heart began to beat like hell. After a few seconds, I directed her head toward the other breast. Another few minutes of pure ecstasy! Gently raising her chin, I buried my tongue in her mouth again. As I continued to kiss her, I began to massage her vulva very gently. Still fierce, Melissa tried timidly to remove my hand. I moved it calmly. Then I went back to the same ritual, slipping my hand into her panties this time. Within seconds, I reached the soft down of her mound. Leaving my fingers to descend towards her vulva, I soon reached her slit. I felt her lips gently undulate as my index and middle fingers continued their exploration. As soon as my fingers began to sneak into this crack that was just waiting to welcome them, a warm sweet dew settled in. Emboldened by this feeling, I pressed my fingers harder. As soon as my fingers could caress the walls of this wet cave, I felt Melissa’s breathing accelerate, to my great happiness.
Removing my fingers, I immediately put them in my mouth, in order to enjoy the sweet nectar. What a delight! Unable to take it any more, I began frantically to kiss and lick this body which now offered everything to me.
As I continued to feast on this abundance of flesh as fragrant as it was tasty, I gently drew Melissa to the sofa, where I placed her half-way. Spreading her thighs, I knelt down on the floor. As her barriers fell one by one, she extended her arms back to cling to the edge of the couch.
After having covered her face with kisses, I buried my head in her generous chest, giving myself a massage with the help of her two irresistible masses that girded my face, like a soft and warm fleshy case. As I continued to compress her breasts on my face, I slowly, almost reluctantly, pulled myself out of this beach of pure happiness and greedily sucked each of the areoles hardened by Melissa’s growing pleasure. Continuing my descent to Paradise, I covered with kisses her belly.
Arriving at the pubic area, I glued my face, to smell this intoxicating incense, worthy of the tales of the Thousand and One Nights. To my great joy, I saw a damp spot that was beginning to appear on Melissa’s panties. I had the green light now! Grabbing her panties with my teeth while grabbing each side of my hands, I slowly unveiled one of the most enchanting landscapes I had ever admired. Taking her legs back so I could take off her panties, I seize the precious treasure to better delight myself. After smelling its delicate natural fragrance, I put it in my mouth to absorb the sweet nectar.
Having made me a hat from this precious artifact (yes, I know I looked completely ridiculous!), I again spread the thighs of this much desired woman. As I was holding her against the wall as she tried to grab her cat, I slightly bit those full labias, without being protruding. Pulling them away from my fingers, I slowly let my tongue slide into this channel that knows about me. As my tongue explored this treasure island (thank you, Robert-Louis Stevenson!), I began to drink with delight the more and more abundant nectar of this almost endless pleasure tank. While massaging her clitoris more and more vigorously, I greedily sucked the ambrosia that was now filling my mouth. As I watched my new lover take increasing pleasure in my initiatives, Melissa began to pant, her eyes closed, more and more frenetically, thereby increasing my own pleasure.
After this first moment of delight, and after returning her panties to her owner, I got up and, taking Melissa by the hand, I helped her to get up and asked her to show me around her house. A little surprised following such a request, my host invited me to follow her, always with her cadence of oriental dancer. Standing right behind her, I stroked her and kissed her on the neck, arms and back.
- What is there up there? I asked her with a falsely innocent look, pointing to the staircase next to the kitchen.
- There’s my bedroom and a storage room, right in front.
- May I see it?
- Hum. Yes, of course.
As we ascended the stairs, I still enjoyed this privileged view of this divinity made flesh whose forms swayed according to her movements. I wondered, once again, if Melissa was doing it on purpose or if this sensual approach was natural to her.
Once reached the upper level, a door on the right gave a glimpse of a partially unmade bed. Clearly, before realizing that her cat had escaped from the house, Melissa was about to go to bed after getting out of the shower.
As I entered, I noticed that my host’s bedroom was simply furnished, but tastefully. A ceiling light illuminated the room with a diffuse and warm light. The bedspread was decorated with floral motifs on a white background. The delicacy of the printed drawings almost reminded me of the finesse of the Japanese prints, by their subtle arrangement of tones and contours. The steep ceiling overlooking the bed gave it the allure of an alcove.
Facing the bed was a large chest of drawers, slightly out of date, probably from an inheritance. On this chest of drawers, a large mirror with fretted borders reflected back to us. In front of this mirror, bottles of eaux de toilette and other perfumes are placed. Looking in the mirror, just seeing me in the company of this sculptural beauty increased even more my burning desire for this woman subject to all my fantasies.
The wall facing the door was pierced by a sash window, decorated with turquoise curtains on both sides and flanked on both sides by family pictures, in which I easily recognized Melissa, at different moments of her life. In each of the photos in which she appeared, she always found a way to radiate, humbly while arousing almost indefinable magnetism, a bit like a flower with a banal appearance at first glance, but whose intrinsic beauty and exquisite fragrance are revealed to those who know take the time to taste all the nuances.
- Okay, that’s it. I think we’re done with my house. Across the way, as I said, it’s the storage room. As this house does have no basement or attic, it is where I store all my old things and objects that I do not use often. There’s not much to look at.
For a person who lives alone, like her, it was fine. Our voices remained silent for a few seconds. Without asking permission, I slowly proceeded to the window to close the curtains.
- What are you doing? You want us to make love?
Back to her, without saying a word, I caressed Melissa’s face, before kissing her to the full mouth, seeking her tongue for a better taste. Under the effect of surprise, she stiffened first, before letting herself be caressed while I stuck her on me. Again, this deliciously fruity flavor that embalmed my mouth until intoxication!
Again, I’ve been carried away by the sensation of letting my hands feel this supple and warm body. As my hands slid along her hips, they again grabbed the panties already wet with Melissa’s dew. As I lowered them, I took the opportunity to kiss and lick this full belly which was offered to my mouth. When I reached her pubis, I plunged my head into it, while massaging her buttocks and began to lick her vulva.
Abandoning her buttocks, I brought my hands forward, in order to spread Melissa’s thighs a little more to make her a good cunnilingus. To the sound of my lapping and my suctions was soon joined the more and more rapid breath of Melissa. After I had also bitten her labias softly, I rose slowly and led my lover to «our bridal bed». I stretched out first on my back while holding the hand of this woman with a thousand delights. Stretched out next to each other, I glued us face to face. Taking her right hand, I invited her to masturbate, while I did the same with her. As soon as I began to kiss her again, her tongue immediately came out of her mouth for a new ballet. With my teeth, I held delicately captive this tongue which was spontaneously offered to me.
Another wet kiss, another feast! After a few minutes, Melissa’s eyelids closed half-shaking. Then, the moans of pleasure were heard. Our two bodies hugged more and more vigorously, I took the opportunity to print rotational movements with the help of my pelvis, in order to massage my breast, yet generous, against these two gigantic masses of flesh. As wet as it was, the cavity that my fingers were exploring soon let out a liquid, slightly viscous net, made me a pleasure to taste it to her owner, not without having tasted it myself before.
For long minutes, our mouths, wide open, sought more and more frantically to swallow that of the other. Another moment of satisfaction.
I let Melissa catch her breath. Then I took her two pillows and placed them under my head. Then, with my hands, I guided my lover to invite her to stand in a forked position on my face, while I spread my thighs. Using my left thigh, I bent Melissa’s head toward my vaginal area. Now that we were both in position, I could initiate my partner into a good ol’ 69! The more time passed, the more instinctively Melissa understood what I was asking her. Without being asked, I began again to lick greedily this pussy still impregnated with our secretions, me with my saliva, her with an even hotter and sweeter liquid. While I was indulging in this delight, I felt, to my great pleasure, Melissa’s fingers spreading my labias to better bury her face in the molded cavity that was open to her tongue. Still holding her buttocks, I pushed them aside to better explore this slit and the orifice that adorned her in it’s center. Melissa’s pleasure exploded. Her head turned more and more as she licked me. Grasping at the bottom of her back, I made her bow a little more towards my face. In this way, Melissa’s breasts, having become firm with this intoxication of pleasure, massaged my belly intoxicated with vigor. All we could hear was the muffled, gasping sound of our breath.
While I felt that I was about to reach orgasm, I had Melissa rotated to the side, to continue our mutual exploration in the position of the spoon. Returning to our frenzied rhythm, I grabbed her thighs for a facial massage. Sensing what I was doing, Melissa soon synchronized with my gestures, moving alternately from the vaginal cleft to the anal area. Soon followed the first orgasm. For me first, then for my new lover. Temporarily satisfied by this first meal, we granted each other, without a word, a little respite, slowly continuing to savour the secretions of the other, our bodies in sweat.
Sticking more to her, I imprinted my body with a rotational movement that allows me to massage her abundant chest against mine without the help of my hands. As Melissa’s breathing accelerated, her mouth opened a little more, as if she was looking for more air. Her cheeks, initially pink, became more and more scarlet. Wanting to prolong the pleasure, I decreased the rhythm. Just to see this face of sweat turned ruby excited me more. I kissed her face passionately, then went down until I lodged my face between this pair of breasts equally soaked in this warm dew from our frolics.
Continuing my descent, I greedily kissed her belly, gently sucking her flesh with each touch. In doing so, I kept the eye contact on her face, which began to moan again, the eyes half closed and the eyelids quivering. Every time I kissed, I felt that firm belly rise and fall more and more rapidly under the breath of my lover. Once I reach this soft vaginal down, I reintroduce the fingers in this slit still impregnated with a warm jelly. At first, slowly, I introduced my right hand into this cavity, which opened more and more easily with each push.
Going deeper and deeper, I gave my hand a more and more rapid back and forth movement. With each jolt followed a sound of suction that became like music to my ears. This brief back and forth session lasted at least a good five minutes. Every time I came out of my hand, it was all impregnated with a warm translucent wax. Melissa’s gasping became deeper and louder. Her mouth, wide open, let out her tongue, eager for kisses. Leaning over this body in full excitement, it goes without saying that I did not make myself pray to satisfy such an urgent request! Placing my left hand under Melissa’s head, I glued my chest against Melissa’s voluptuous one and kissed it to the full mouth, my tongue forming a true ballet with that of this dreamy woman. It is then that I believe that she reaches another orgasm.
After being freed, with regret, from this sweet prison of flesh, we stretched out one next to the other, our face on fire after so much effervescence. I approached the face, all wet with Melissa, to kiss her and to cleanse her of her sweat with the help of my tongue, which she soon did the same with mine. Then, we became entangled in each other. Feeling that her breathing was becoming more and more regular, I suspected that she was starting to fall asleep.
- Melissa! Now is not the time to fall asleep, I’ll whisper in her ear.
With a slow, languid movement, she stretched out on her back, a slight smile of satisfaction on her lips. Just seeing her voluminous breasts perched, like two rounded mountains, on her chest immediately revived my desire. I gave us a little more time to catch our breath.
- Are you ready to continue?
A sweet groan came from the mouth of my lover, as a sign of assent. Gently bowing with my elbow, I spread out Marianne’s thighs, in order to stick my vagina against hers. Grasping my lover’s left thigh to rest her foot on my shoulder, I began to slowly rotate my pelvis. It was not long before our bodies became one in the same revolving motion. Soon, noises of wet slapping were heard at an increasing rate. As our movements became more and more jerky, Melissa’s mouth opened, to let escape the rattling of pleasure so communicative that I joined her to the point of forming an exuberant choir. From time to time, Melissa’s foot rubbed against my face. I took the opportunity to lick it and chew it quickly, which seemed to make her cum more. In a short time, even the bed, under the impulse of our two bodies, seemed to want to join our furious round, to such an extent that I was afraid that it would yield. (LOL!) Then, Melissa’s face convulsed with pleasure, her cheeks on fire, her mouth wide open, revealing to me her perfect teeth. After a while, I felt a slight flow from her slit. New epitome of pleasure. From me, then from my lover. Without losing a moment, I resumed our position as a spoon, so that we could feast on our respective secretions. New concert of lapping and suction!
After a few minutes of enjoying this sweet nectar, when I felt my lover full, we stretched out opposite each other, the face still moist with intimate dew. New mutual appeasement. Extended side-by-side, extended on the back, we continue to caress each other. With her eyes still closed, Melissa quietly took her breath, her cheeks still reddened by ecstasy.
- Finally, do you regret that your cat ran away from home tonight? I asked her with a giggle.
My lover responded nothing. I took her head, still flooded with sweat and glued it against mine. I gave her a few kisses, then gave her a little French kiss.
- Do you want to meet again?
- Sure, I want.
- Did you ever have your eye on another woman?
- Yes. Except that until you told me about it, I had never dared to admit it to myself. I often run into her when I go to the municipal swimming pool. We’ve never spoken to each other before. I don’t know her. But I think she’s as shy as I am. Every time we see each other, we smile, but nothing more.
- Do you think she seems to have someone in her life?
- No. I don’t. Anyway, I’ve never seen her in the company of anyone else or seeing anyone waiting for her on the way out.
- So, what are you waiting for? Take your chance. The worst thing that can happen to you is that she tells you that she is not interested.
- I’ll see. Let’s get some sleep now, she said with a little smile. you’ve exhausted me.
Suddenly, a new presence appeared in the room. The lost cat of my lover jumped on the bed and came to cuddle between us. Small warm ball of purring hair.
Every evening, in good weather, I usually go for a walk, to clear my mind before going to bed. A few weeks ago, one of these walks would remain etched in my memory for a long time.
As I was walking along a small narrow street, as there are so many in the neighborhood where I live, a female voice suddenly called out to me. Turning around, I saw a woman, mid-thirties, early forties, moving gracefully towards me. Her face was of average beauty. She walked barefoot, dressed only in a transparent nightgown. When I say transparent, I mean we saw almost everything! And what I saw could have melted an ice sheet. Her skin was a light pink. Small, she had firm, fleshy thighs. And her belly had the charm of a baladi dancer. To top it all off, she had a pair of breasts to make all women jealous. They were huge, firm, but still well proportioned. Under her dress, she wore white panties that hid just the minimum. In short, she looked like a real belly dancer.
She was slowly moving towards me, with small steps, with her small feet. When she passed under the lamppost that separated us, she seemed like an apparition descended from Heaven. It was then that she asked me, in a timid tone, if I had seen her cat. Still astounded by such generous forms, I muttered that I had no idea, but that I was willing to help her in her search, if she would consent. Delighted with my answer, she preceded me with her same feline approach, while inviting me to follow her gaze.
As she passed by me, a sweet scent of fresh wisteria tickled my nostrils. Her skin and her hairs were slightly moist. It was clear she was just coming out of the shower.
- I was sure I had my cat tucked in before I took a shower, she said. It was when I called her to give her her evening snack and she didn’t come to see me that I looked for her all over the house. She’s pretty scared. That’s why I’d rather not let her wander by herself at night. There are neighbours who leave their dogs tied up in their backyard at night. I always worry that my cat will be caught by one of these a****ls. My neighbours have big dogs. That’s why I prefer not to think about what could happen to my cat if she fell between their legs. And that’s not counting on the people who steal a****ls and sell them or God knows what else. Excuse me. We haven’t introduced ourselves yet. My name is Melissa. What’s your name?
- My name is Sophie, I replied. I often walk around this neighbourhood and I don’t remember having met you before.
- It’s quite rare for me to go for walks at night. After I get back to work and finish supper, I prefer to watch a little TV, then read a good book while listening to music before going to bed.
As we continued to chat while doing our research, Melissa suddenly reached out to a brick wall at the end of the street. It was then that we heard a complaining meow from a little cat, perched on the top of the wall and visibly afraid to come down.
- That’s her, Melissa said, all excited.
Following the direction of her finger, I noticed a small ball of hair on legs. As we went along, Melissa and I noted the colour of the a****l’s coat. Melissa’s cat was of a fawn brown, marbled with small dark bands on the back. She was adorable! I’ve never had a cat. But I’ve been dreaming about it for a long time.
- I wonder how she got to the top of a wall that high, I tell Melissa.
- There is a tree on the other side of the wall. One of the branches reaches the wall. I also know that the owner of the place has a dog that he often leaves tied up in his yard at night. That’s why I’d rather not go. My cat had to go there. And when she heard the dog, she got scared and climbed up the tree to the wall. Now she doesn’t dare jump that side of the street.
- You’re tall and I think quite athletic, said Melissa. Can you give me a leg up?
- I’m tall. But not that tall, I tell her. Anyway, I think it’s still worth a try.
As we approached the wall, Melissa’s cat began to meow louder. No doubt she had recognized her mistress. The wall was about eight feet high.
- Let’s take it easy, Melissa said, as we reached the bottom of the wall. She is very fearful. And I don’t want to risk making her do something foolish.
When I got close to the cat, Melissa beckoned me to give her a leg up. Being put in position, slightly forked, with her back pressed against the smooth surface of the wall, Melissa put a foot between my clasped hands. Then, leaning with one of her hands on my left shoulder, she gently called her cat.
As Melissa was leaning on me to try to grab her cat, her lower abdomen came just up to my face. And as she went up, I felt her breasts graze me almost as if I were being provoked. Every time she tried to catch her cat, her body would move in a slight back and forth ballet. In front of such an intoxicating spectacle, I felt an excitement more and more palpable. To the point that my panties began to become all wet.
- I can’t do it, she suddenly told me. I think I’ll need both hands. Do you think you’d be strong enough for me to lean my knees on your shoulders? All you have to do is hold me by my lower back, so I don’t fall backwards.
- It is obvious that the shins supported directly against the clavicles is not the most comfortable position there is, I told her. But it’s worth a shot.
In fact, I was not asking for anything better, despite all the discomfort this situation caused. Fortunately, there was no one to see us, at this late hour of the evening, I thought. We had to look completely ridiculous!
Perched in this position, the inside of Melissa’s fleshy thighs almost touched my face. Her legs thus spread, I could easily see the slit of her vagina drawing on her panties.
I couldn’t take it anymore! Abandoning all decency, I stuck my face against this fountain of youth, which attracted me like the flame of a candle attracts a butterfly. I wanted nothing better than to consume myself.
As she tried to grab her cat, I took every opportunity to rub my face against this wall offered to all fantasies, while my hands were willingly slipping up her cheeky buttocks. Even if, sometimes, I embolden myself to the point of gently kissing her vulva, through her panties. I didn’t care if she makes a scene after she goes down! Becoming bolder and bolder, I did not hesitate to remove with my nose the thin obstacle that separated me from so much pleasure. It was then that her slit appeared to me, slightly damp by the saliva that I had left on her panties while I licked it. A thin down, of light brown colour, surrounded her vulva. Unable to hold on, I plunged my face a little more into this den of delights. First slowly, then more and more quickly, after I had spread her labias, I stroked the surfaces of her vagina with my tongue with more ardour. Every second that passed, I felt that Melissa was showing a certain discomfort. But, too bad! This embarrassment only further strengthened my determination.
- I have her! She said to me suddenly. Now, help me down.
As she did so, she again put a hand on my shoulder, then put her foot back on my hands again, hugged until she came back to the ground, a lovely ball of purring hair tucked into her generous chest.
- Thanks for your help, Melissa said, for not noticing anything about my little game.
- My pleasure, I answered her, a little embarrassed to have let me go like this, without the slightest restraint.
Emboldening myself again, I asked her to accompany her to her home, on the pretext that all this little adventure had made me thirsty.
- May I have a glass of water, I asked her?
- Yes, of course, she replied in the same shy voice as when she approached me. I can also offer you something else, if you want.
As we made our way to her home, I made a special effort to slow the pace, so that I could secretly admire her generous curves as she walked slightly in front of me. I don’t know if she did it intentionally. But she had a way of swaying languorously, like an oriental dancer. Innocent sensuality or false candor? I couldn’t make my mind. This ambiguity of the gait and tone only further aroused my desire for this sculptural beauty!
Melissa’s home was more like a small house. The furnishings were simple and tasteful. The main entrance door gave direct access to the living room. In the middle of the room sat a divan with floral trim. A few feet away was the television. As soon as the door was closed, Melissa asked me if I wanted to drink anything other than water.
- A fruit juice would suit me very well, I replied.
- I have some fruit juice mixed. Is that okay? Marianne told me.
- It will be perfect.
Once again, I could not help but admire her feline gait when she went to the kitchen to fetch my juice. Melissa had a way of swaying herself with a sensual movement, but never ostentatious. And her transparent lace nightdress and tight panties only accentuated this natural, almost innocent, grace that suited her so well.
The light of the living room allowed me to better appreciate the charms of Melissa. Her skin, slightly tanned, seemed smooth and soft. Her mid-length hair, light brown, fell gently on her shoulders in curly braids naturally. From behind, I could easily see the slit of her fleshy buttocks. She was an average size, about five feet six.
When she came back, a few minutes later, to bring me my fruit juice, Melissa made me feel like a harem dancer coming to perform a lascivious dance to seduce her lord or rather, in this case, her princess! Moving slowly towards me, she looked at me with the same deliciously ingenuous air that had so seduced me, during our meeting, about an hour earlier.
It was not until she came to me that I noticed Melissa’s fragrant breath.
- Papaya? I asked her.
- I made myself a little snack of papaya, mango and kiwi, before taking my shower, she replied with a slightly amused little laugh.
It was when Melissa laughed that I noticed the immaculate whiteness of her teeth.
- That’s probably why I asked you for a fruit juice, I pointed out to her, in an amused tone.
The more I watched Melissa, the more I felt like caressing her, covering her body with kisses and hearing her moan with pleasure!
- Forgive me for pointing that out, but do you mind walking around alone at night, dressed like this? I know it’s none of my business and I don’t mind at all. As far as I’m concerned, I think I’d be a little nervous to go out so little, even if it’s to fetch my cat. I’m not trying to embarrass you.
- Oh! She said softly. I’m sorry. I got out so fast when I realized my cat wasn’t home that I didn’t bother to put on a dressing gown and slippers.
In saying these words, Melissa leaned her head over her nightgown, looking embarrassed.
- I think I’d better close the curtains, says Melissa. It’s not that late and there are still people on the street, even though it’s a peaceful neighbourhood.
While Melissa was busy closing the curtains, I took the opportunity to place my glass on a coffee table, located at the foot of the sofa, which I had not noticed when I arrived.
- I wanted to thank you again for helping me bring my cat home, Melissa told me in her sweet voice.
When she came near me, we began to look into each other’s eyes, without saying anything, but in no way uncomfortable. I think she was waiting for this moment.
- When I was perched on your shoulders earlier, you took the opportunity to lick me, she told me in her soft voice, but with a slightly worried look.
Although I expected Melissa to come back to me with this subject, I really didn’t know what to say. Confused, I remained mute, continuing to look her straight in the eyes, waiting for the next. Was she going to yell at me and throw me out, as I apprehended her? Soon after, I told myself that if that had been her intention, she would have done so a long time ago. Unless she didn’t want to make me a scene in public. Then I told myself that at the point I was at, I had little to lose. So, I decided to throw myself into the water.
- Melissa, can I ask you a favor without you getting mad?
- Yes, of course, Melissa replied to me, after a brief moment of hesitation, looking puzzled.
Forgive me for being so reckless. But I find you so ravishing. When you were crouching on me, your beauty made me mad with desire. That’s why I couldn’t resist the temptation. I hope you’re not too mad at me. As she answered nothing, I continued on my way.
- Can I kiss you? I’m dying to.
- What? She said with a puzzled look. A few seconds passed. Okay. But just a little bit. Then you’d have to leave.
To feel this soft, opulent flesh again flooded every part of my being with an irrepressible desire. Slowly approaching her, I hugged her and held her against me. A little reluctant at first, Melissa relaxed little by little until I felt her generous chest massage tenderly my belly.
As I began to kiss her, Melissa’s lips, a little rigid, gradually relaxed until her mouth, under the impulse of mine, opened more and more, allowing our tongues to meet. It is then that her fruity breath fills my nostrils with a sweet nectar that only made more titillating my senses. At first, from a timid contact, our tongues began to dance more and more swirling. As a good scout, my tongue began to explore every corner of her mouth. Very quickly, to this frantic whirlwind followed the sounds of suction, as I sucked this succulent pink fruit out of Melissa’s mouth.
While I was emboldening, Melissa’s hands sometimes tried to shyly push me away. To appease her, I gently grabbed her hands to tighten them around my waist. Feeling ever more at ease, my hands began to caress Melissa’s body more and more languorously to the point of massaging her huge breasts.
At that moment, she uttered a few moans of reprobation, before breaking free from my embrace. Catching her breath, her face tinged with a pale red, she looked at me with a frightened look. Far from discouraging me, I asked Melissa to take off her nightgown. Looking at me with a questioning air, she remained motionless for a few moments.
- Why?
- I just want to admire you in all your beauty.
- If I take it off, will you go after?
- Can you take off your nightie, please?
After a few seconds of hesitation, she decided to remove this diaphanous veil which, despite its thinness, was an obstacle to my eyes. Finally deciding to take off her clothes, it was a real Venus coming out of the waters of Botticelli that revealed herself to me! Still overwhelmed by emotion, I approached her gently.
- I’ve never seen such a beautiful pair of breasts! Can I touch them?
- Uh, yes, she says after a few seconds of hesitation.
Just to be able to massage very gently, then more and more vigorously these two masses of firm flesh so generous made me the effect of an electric current that passed through my body from feet to head. It was then that I put her hands on my breasts, which, far from being as imposing as hers, would have been the envy of many women. Grabbing Melissa’s hands, I made her make concentric movements on my breasts more and more firm and fast. Doubly excited by this reciprocal ritual, I kissed her again with more passion than the first time.
Then, still kissing her, I let my hands slide along her body until reaching her cheeky buttocks. This time massaging these two full and firm cheeks, one of my hands moved her panties, which formed only a thin net at the height of her slit.
Pushing small moans of protest, Melissa timidly sought to remove this hand a little too loose which was stubbornly seeking to explore other hidden treasures. Without losing my calm and daring, I placed her hands around my waist.
After I had plunged my index finger and my middle finger into Melissa’s mouth, I began to massage her buttocks again. Then, my hands resumed the same ritual, again spreading the net from Melissa’s panties. Feeling her more relaxed, I took the opportunity to spread her lower cheeks, from top to bottom and bottom to top. Having reached her anus, I pushed my index finger, then my middle finger into this tiny hole. I moved back and forth slowly at first, then faster and faster.
As tense as she was, Melissa gradually let herself go to this game. It was then that I felt her breathing accelerate almost to the same rhythm that my fingers. While leaving her to moan, I sucked her tongue again as I swallowed her saliva, which began to drip from her mouth.
Immediately after this little interlude, I embraced this woman with even more passion. Then, detaching myself a little from her, I quietly untied the closure of my sports jacket, freeing at the same time my chest which, far from being as generous as that of her, was no less inviting. As soon as I had finished opening my jacket, I took Melissa’s hands and invited her to gently massage my firm belly, then my breasts, concealed by a pink sports bra. Grabbing her left, I insert her into my sports bra while impressing her with a pressure movement, so that she too can enjoy this appetizing ripe fruit that I was ready to offer her. Taking off her hand, I took off my brassiere. As if they were coming out of a long sleep, my two good friends literally sprang out of their nylon prison. Having offered this delightful spectacle to Melissa, I placed my right hand behind her head to invite her to taste in turn these two magnificent melons, well firm and ripe, all round and a milky whiteness, waiting only for her mouth to express their full flavor.
- Taste these wonders. Suck them hard. I want to feel your tongue wrap around them.
From the first suction noises, my heart began to beat like hell. After a few seconds, I directed her head toward the other breast. Another few minutes of pure ecstasy! Gently raising her chin, I buried my tongue in her mouth again. As I continued to kiss her, I began to massage her vulva very gently. Still fierce, Melissa tried timidly to remove my hand. I moved it calmly. Then I went back to the same ritual, slipping my hand into her panties this time. Within seconds, I reached the soft down of her mound. Leaving my fingers to descend towards her vulva, I soon reached her slit. I felt her lips gently undulate as my index and middle fingers continued their exploration. As soon as my fingers began to sneak into this crack that was just waiting to welcome them, a warm sweet dew settled in. Emboldened by this feeling, I pressed my fingers harder. As soon as my fingers could caress the walls of this wet cave, I felt Melissa’s breathing accelerate, to my great happiness.
Removing my fingers, I immediately put them in my mouth, in order to enjoy the sweet nectar. What a delight! Unable to take it any more, I began frantically to kiss and lick this body which now offered everything to me.
As I continued to feast on this abundance of flesh as fragrant as it was tasty, I gently drew Melissa to the sofa, where I placed her half-way. Spreading her thighs, I knelt down on the floor. As her barriers fell one by one, she extended her arms back to cling to the edge of the couch.
After having covered her face with kisses, I buried my head in her generous chest, giving myself a massage with the help of her two irresistible masses that girded my face, like a soft and warm fleshy case. As I continued to compress her breasts on my face, I slowly, almost reluctantly, pulled myself out of this beach of pure happiness and greedily sucked each of the areoles hardened by Melissa’s growing pleasure. Continuing my descent to Paradise, I covered with kisses her belly.
Arriving at the pubic area, I glued my face, to smell this intoxicating incense, worthy of the tales of the Thousand and One Nights. To my great joy, I saw a damp spot that was beginning to appear on Melissa’s panties. I had the green light now! Grabbing her panties with my teeth while grabbing each side of my hands, I slowly unveiled one of the most enchanting landscapes I had ever admired. Taking her legs back so I could take off her panties, I seize the precious treasure to better delight myself. After smelling its delicate natural fragrance, I put it in my mouth to absorb the sweet nectar.
Having made me a hat from this precious artifact (yes, I know I looked completely ridiculous!), I again spread the thighs of this much desired woman. As I was holding her against the wall as she tried to grab her cat, I slightly bit those full labias, without being protruding. Pulling them away from my fingers, I slowly let my tongue slide into this channel that knows about me. As my tongue explored this treasure island (thank you, Robert-Louis Stevenson!), I began to drink with delight the more and more abundant nectar of this almost endless pleasure tank. While massaging her clitoris more and more vigorously, I greedily sucked the ambrosia that was now filling my mouth. As I watched my new lover take increasing pleasure in my initiatives, Melissa began to pant, her eyes closed, more and more frenetically, thereby increasing my own pleasure.
After this first moment of delight, and after returning her panties to her owner, I got up and, taking Melissa by the hand, I helped her to get up and asked her to show me around her house. A little surprised following such a request, my host invited me to follow her, always with her cadence of oriental dancer. Standing right behind her, I stroked her and kissed her on the neck, arms and back.
- What is there up there? I asked her with a falsely innocent look, pointing to the staircase next to the kitchen.
- There’s my bedroom and a storage room, right in front.
- May I see it?
- Hum. Yes, of course.
As we ascended the stairs, I still enjoyed this privileged view of this divinity made flesh whose forms swayed according to her movements. I wondered, once again, if Melissa was doing it on purpose or if this sensual approach was natural to her.
Once reached the upper level, a door on the right gave a glimpse of a partially unmade bed. Clearly, before realizing that her cat had escaped from the house, Melissa was about to go to bed after getting out of the shower.
As I entered, I noticed that my host’s bedroom was simply furnished, but tastefully. A ceiling light illuminated the room with a diffuse and warm light. The bedspread was decorated with floral motifs on a white background. The delicacy of the printed drawings almost reminded me of the finesse of the Japanese prints, by their subtle arrangement of tones and contours. The steep ceiling overlooking the bed gave it the allure of an alcove.
Facing the bed was a large chest of drawers, slightly out of date, probably from an inheritance. On this chest of drawers, a large mirror with fretted borders reflected back to us. In front of this mirror, bottles of eaux de toilette and other perfumes are placed. Looking in the mirror, just seeing me in the company of this sculptural beauty increased even more my burning desire for this woman subject to all my fantasies.
The wall facing the door was pierced by a sash window, decorated with turquoise curtains on both sides and flanked on both sides by family pictures, in which I easily recognized Melissa, at different moments of her life. In each of the photos in which she appeared, she always found a way to radiate, humbly while arousing almost indefinable magnetism, a bit like a flower with a banal appearance at first glance, but whose intrinsic beauty and exquisite fragrance are revealed to those who know take the time to taste all the nuances.
- Okay, that’s it. I think we’re done with my house. Across the way, as I said, it’s the storage room. As this house does have no basement or attic, it is where I store all my old things and objects that I do not use often. There’s not much to look at.
For a person who lives alone, like her, it was fine. Our voices remained silent for a few seconds. Without asking permission, I slowly proceeded to the window to close the curtains.
- What are you doing? You want us to make love?
Back to her, without saying a word, I caressed Melissa’s face, before kissing her to the full mouth, seeking her tongue for a better taste. Under the effect of surprise, she stiffened first, before letting herself be caressed while I stuck her on me. Again, this deliciously fruity flavor that embalmed my mouth until intoxication!
Again, I’ve been carried away by the sensation of letting my hands feel this supple and warm body. As my hands slid along her hips, they again grabbed the panties already wet with Melissa’s dew. As I lowered them, I took the opportunity to kiss and lick this full belly which was offered to my mouth. When I reached her pubis, I plunged my head into it, while massaging her buttocks and began to lick her vulva.
Abandoning her buttocks, I brought my hands forward, in order to spread Melissa’s thighs a little more to make her a good cunnilingus. To the sound of my lapping and my suctions was soon joined the more and more rapid breath of Melissa. After I had also bitten her labias softly, I rose slowly and led my lover to «our bridal bed». I stretched out first on my back while holding the hand of this woman with a thousand delights. Stretched out next to each other, I glued us face to face. Taking her right hand, I invited her to masturbate, while I did the same with her. As soon as I began to kiss her again, her tongue immediately came out of her mouth for a new ballet. With my teeth, I held delicately captive this tongue which was spontaneously offered to me.
Another wet kiss, another feast! After a few minutes, Melissa’s eyelids closed half-shaking. Then, the moans of pleasure were heard. Our two bodies hugged more and more vigorously, I took the opportunity to print rotational movements with the help of my pelvis, in order to massage my breast, yet generous, against these two gigantic masses of flesh. As wet as it was, the cavity that my fingers were exploring soon let out a liquid, slightly viscous net, made me a pleasure to taste it to her owner, not without having tasted it myself before.
For long minutes, our mouths, wide open, sought more and more frantically to swallow that of the other. Another moment of satisfaction.
I let Melissa catch her breath. Then I took her two pillows and placed them under my head. Then, with my hands, I guided my lover to invite her to stand in a forked position on my face, while I spread my thighs. Using my left thigh, I bent Melissa’s head toward my vaginal area. Now that we were both in position, I could initiate my partner into a good ol’ 69! The more time passed, the more instinctively Melissa understood what I was asking her. Without being asked, I began again to lick greedily this pussy still impregnated with our secretions, me with my saliva, her with an even hotter and sweeter liquid. While I was indulging in this delight, I felt, to my great pleasure, Melissa’s fingers spreading my labias to better bury her face in the molded cavity that was open to her tongue. Still holding her buttocks, I pushed them aside to better explore this slit and the orifice that adorned her in it’s center. Melissa’s pleasure exploded. Her head turned more and more as she licked me. Grasping at the bottom of her back, I made her bow a little more towards my face. In this way, Melissa’s breasts, having become firm with this intoxication of pleasure, massaged my belly intoxicated with vigor. All we could hear was the muffled, gasping sound of our breath.
While I felt that I was about to reach orgasm, I had Melissa rotated to the side, to continue our mutual exploration in the position of the spoon. Returning to our frenzied rhythm, I grabbed her thighs for a facial massage. Sensing what I was doing, Melissa soon synchronized with my gestures, moving alternately from the vaginal cleft to the anal area. Soon followed the first orgasm. For me first, then for my new lover. Temporarily satisfied by this first meal, we granted each other, without a word, a little respite, slowly continuing to savour the secretions of the other, our bodies in sweat.
Sticking more to her, I imprinted my body with a rotational movement that allows me to massage her abundant chest against mine without the help of my hands. As Melissa’s breathing accelerated, her mouth opened a little more, as if she was looking for more air. Her cheeks, initially pink, became more and more scarlet. Wanting to prolong the pleasure, I decreased the rhythm. Just to see this face of sweat turned ruby excited me more. I kissed her face passionately, then went down until I lodged my face between this pair of breasts equally soaked in this warm dew from our frolics.
Continuing my descent, I greedily kissed her belly, gently sucking her flesh with each touch. In doing so, I kept the eye contact on her face, which began to moan again, the eyes half closed and the eyelids quivering. Every time I kissed, I felt that firm belly rise and fall more and more rapidly under the breath of my lover. Once I reach this soft vaginal down, I reintroduce the fingers in this slit still impregnated with a warm jelly. At first, slowly, I introduced my right hand into this cavity, which opened more and more easily with each push.
Going deeper and deeper, I gave my hand a more and more rapid back and forth movement. With each jolt followed a sound of suction that became like music to my ears. This brief back and forth session lasted at least a good five minutes. Every time I came out of my hand, it was all impregnated with a warm translucent wax. Melissa’s gasping became deeper and louder. Her mouth, wide open, let out her tongue, eager for kisses. Leaning over this body in full excitement, it goes without saying that I did not make myself pray to satisfy such an urgent request! Placing my left hand under Melissa’s head, I glued my chest against Melissa’s voluptuous one and kissed it to the full mouth, my tongue forming a true ballet with that of this dreamy woman. It is then that I believe that she reaches another orgasm.
After being freed, with regret, from this sweet prison of flesh, we stretched out one next to the other, our face on fire after so much effervescence. I approached the face, all wet with Melissa, to kiss her and to cleanse her of her sweat with the help of my tongue, which she soon did the same with mine. Then, we became entangled in each other. Feeling that her breathing was becoming more and more regular, I suspected that she was starting to fall asleep.
- Melissa! Now is not the time to fall asleep, I’ll whisper in her ear.
With a slow, languid movement, she stretched out on her back, a slight smile of satisfaction on her lips. Just seeing her voluminous breasts perched, like two rounded mountains, on her chest immediately revived my desire. I gave us a little more time to catch our breath.
- Are you ready to continue?
A sweet groan came from the mouth of my lover, as a sign of assent. Gently bowing with my elbow, I spread out Marianne’s thighs, in order to stick my vagina against hers. Grasping my lover’s left thigh to rest her foot on my shoulder, I began to slowly rotate my pelvis. It was not long before our bodies became one in the same revolving motion. Soon, noises of wet slapping were heard at an increasing rate. As our movements became more and more jerky, Melissa’s mouth opened, to let escape the rattling of pleasure so communicative that I joined her to the point of forming an exuberant choir. From time to time, Melissa’s foot rubbed against my face. I took the opportunity to lick it and chew it quickly, which seemed to make her cum more. In a short time, even the bed, under the impulse of our two bodies, seemed to want to join our furious round, to such an extent that I was afraid that it would yield. (LOL!) Then, Melissa’s face convulsed with pleasure, her cheeks on fire, her mouth wide open, revealing to me her perfect teeth. After a while, I felt a slight flow from her slit. New epitome of pleasure. From me, then from my lover. Without losing a moment, I resumed our position as a spoon, so that we could feast on our respective secretions. New concert of lapping and suction!
After a few minutes of enjoying this sweet nectar, when I felt my lover full, we stretched out opposite each other, the face still moist with intimate dew. New mutual appeasement. Extended side-by-side, extended on the back, we continue to caress each other. With her eyes still closed, Melissa quietly took her breath, her cheeks still reddened by ecstasy.
- Finally, do you regret that your cat ran away from home tonight? I asked her with a giggle.
My lover responded nothing. I took her head, still flooded with sweat and glued it against mine. I gave her a few kisses, then gave her a little French kiss.
- Do you want to meet again?
- Sure, I want.
- Did you ever have your eye on another woman?
- Yes. Except that until you told me about it, I had never dared to admit it to myself. I often run into her when I go to the municipal swimming pool. We’ve never spoken to each other before. I don’t know her. But I think she’s as shy as I am. Every time we see each other, we smile, but nothing more.
- Do you think she seems to have someone in her life?
- No. I don’t. Anyway, I’ve never seen her in the company of anyone else or seeing anyone waiting for her on the way out.
- So, what are you waiting for? Take your chance. The worst thing that can happen to you is that she tells you that she is not interested.
- I’ll see. Let’s get some sleep now, she said with a little smile. you’ve exhausted me.
Suddenly, a new presence appeared in the room. The lost cat of my lover jumped on the bed and came to cuddle between us. Small warm ball of purring hair.
4 years ago
