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Body Shop

By: sexisami416



It started off innocently enough, just a few smiles and winks at the office leading to joining him and the other gentlemen in the garage for a drink after work. As time progressed, we became more friendly, his arm around my shoulder in a quick hug and the sexual innuendo. Tension had been growing between us for months and it caused my heart and body to ache whenever he walked into the room. It was an incredibly charged flirtation except for the fact that he was married and had children my age. 

I knew that he was planning on staying late that evening to work on his truck and as luck would have it Jenny left early, Hal was off and Andrew had an appointment after work so I was alone to close the office. I was locking the safe, shutting down the copier and coffee maker, going through the nightly routine and he came out to chat as I was getting ready to go. I sat down to log the last couple invoices and print up the list of appointments for the next day. I was taking my time knowing that if I waited long enough he would make a move....and then he did, haha. Men are so predictable.

He moved behind me and began massaging my neck and shoulders. I moaned softly as his warm calloused hands worked deep into my muscles easing a week's worth of tension. He leaned down and kissed the back of my neck then unpinned my long brown hair from it's neat bun and ran his fingers gently through it. He went back to the massage and slipped his right hand down under my shirt to cup my left breast. I leaned back in the chair a bit, arching my back to allow him greater access and tilted my head back to look at him. His warm eyes met mine and we both smiled as he pinched and flicked my nipple between his rough but gentle fingers.

He abruptly removed his hands from my body and began walking away. When he reached the doorway he turned, "Lock up the office, turn out the lights. I'm going to lock up the gate. Meet me in my office." he said with a wink.

My heart was racing and my fingers trembled as I turned off the computers, unplugged the tv, hit the lights and locked the doors. I could feel my hardened nipples against the black lace bra and the faint moisture between my legs. Every movement caused a jolt of electricity through my overly sensitive body. I was terrified that I would cum while walking through the garage to his office. I walked as quickly as I could, my kitten heels clicking in staccato across the concrete floor. I pulled open the glass door to his shop and peeked around the corner into his tiny office. He wasn't there. I sat at his desk and made myself comfortable, leaned back and wound my hair up into a messy bun secured with a pencil. 

A moment later he walked in. "You're not naked yet?" he joked with a wicked grin. 

"That can easily be arranged." I stood and took a step toward him toying with the buttons of my blouse. I met his eyes and continued toward him. I pressed my lower body against his as I began unbuttoning his shirt, eyes still locked. I could feel his hard cock twitch and strain against the fabric of his khaki pants. I untucked his shirt and removed it gently from his broad shoulders moving in for a kiss as his hands were incapacitated behind him. When his arms were released, he took my face in his hands and kissed my lips, and again released my hair. He kept one hand on the back of my head, kissing me, and moved his other to the buttons on my blouse, unfastening them quickly and and deftly. He removed my blouse and tossed it onto his cluttered desk. His kisses deepened, his tongue slipping gently into my mouth and toying with mine, nibbling on my lower lip as he reached behind me to unclasp my bra. As he pulled it off of me sliding the straps down my arms and discarding it to the growing pile on the desk, I reached out and grasped the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it briskly over his head. He pulled me close to him, crushing my pale, soft breasts and hardened nipples against his tanned, firm chest, the soft hairs tickling my skin. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and I placed my hands on his waist and moving them up between us, feeling his sexy hairy chest under my fingertips and palms. 

"What do you want?" he asked. Our embrace relaxed, his hands rested at my waist, mine on his forearms. I looked questioningly into his eyes, then blushed and looked away. Here I was half naked and making out with a married man nearly twice my age at work no less. "No need to get shy," he took my chin in his hand and tilted my face to look into my eyes, "I just want you to be happy. Tell me what you want. I'm all yours tonight." He gently kissed my lips then looked into my eyes as he twirled a strand of my hair around his finger. 

I looked down and stepped closer, my left arm around his waist, my right hand on the side of his face, I looked into his eyes and whispered, "I want you to kiss me, to hold me, make love to me..."

"Gladly." He pinned me gently against his filing cabinet and kissed my lips then worked his way down my jaw and over my collar bone and then to my breast to meet his hand. He dropped to his knees before me, squeezed my breast with one hand while twirling his tongue around my nipple interspersed with light biting and sucking, his other hand squeezing and rubbing my ass and pulling me closer to him. After working both of my nipples rock hard and trembling in the cool air, his hands moved to the zipper on my skirt, easing it down over my hips. I stepped out of the skirt pooled on the floor revealing my black satin bikini panties. He kissed my hip bones with a hand resting on each then moved his hand between my legs stroking my wet panties.

"You're over-dressed." I stated as I placed a finger under his chin and brought him to his feet. I kissed him softly and ran my fingers down his chest to his belt. I fumbled briefly with his belt buckle and slid his pants and boxers down to his ankles and got on my knees to untie and remove his shoes and the remainder of his clothes. He placed his hand gently on my head, playing with my hair. I knelt before him, his hard cock free of clothing and much larger than I'd expected. I wrapped my right hand around the base, my left on the back of his muscular thigh and took just the head into my warm, wet mouth and swirled my tongue over it. I slowly began stroking my hand up and down his long, thick shaft as I took slightly more of his cock into my mouth. I continued working my hand over his cock and began licking and lightly sucking his balls. He moaned and entangled his fingers in my hair pulling me closer to him. I lightly grazed my teeth against his sensitive skin and after licking him from base to tip several times, I again took his thick cock into my mouth. I increased the tempo and the depth and, though I wasn't able to take his full length down my throat, I could feel his muscles tensing as he grew close to release. He held my hair gently out of my face and watched me sucking his cock, our eyes met and he said, "I'm going to cum." I blinked in answer and continued working his cock. I wanted to feel him orgasm, to please him and to drink every drop like nectar. It wasn't long until I felt his body go rigid, his hands gently pulling my hair as he threw his head back and groaned as he released into me. I gave him a few more strokes until the waves of orgasm subsided and cleaned his cock of any stray semen before rising to my feet. 

He held me close and kissed my lips. I could feel his still hard cock pressed against my belly and knew that he had more than just a blowjob in mind. He backed me up to his desk and perched me on the edge, kissed me again and leaned me back to rest on my elbows. He gently parted my legs a bit and ran his fingers up and down my wet panties and slipped his fingers within the leg to slide one into my pussy. He withdrew his finger and licked my juices off, sampling just a taste of my body. He held his cock in his hand and began rubbing it against my pussy through the satin panties. I spread my legs slightly more to move closer to him, I ached to feel his huge cock buried to the hilt inside me, my body stretching to accommodate his massive length and girth. "What do you want?" he asked again while teasing me, pressing his cock against my tight entrance through the soft fabric. 

"I want you, I want you inside me, I want to feel every inch of you." My voice broke as I whispered the words, tears forming in my eyes. 

"Are you okay? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" he asked with noticeable concern in his voice. He took my hands in his and gently sat me up, brought my hands to his lips and gently kissed my knuckles his eyes on mine. I dropped my head and wrapped my arms around him and rested it against his strong chest. He held me close and rubbed my back. 

"Sweetie, what's wrong? You can tell me...please?"

"You're married."

"I know this. It's okay, I promise. You're not doing anything wrong here, only I am. You have no reason to feel guilty, but we can stop if you want to, okay? It's all up to you..."

"Okay." I whispered against his chest as I laid light kisses against his soft skin. I leaned back slightly to look into his eyes. He took my face in his hands and gently wiped away my tears. I smiled weakly. 

"You're so beautiful." He kissed me softly on my lips and gently pushed me back on the desk, propped up on my elbows. He pulled my panties off and knelt between my legs. I could feel his breath quicken in excitement as he kissed my thighs moving ever closer to my tight, wet pussy. He started licking along my slit opening my pussy lips and tasting me, moving his tongue upward and focusing on my hard little clit. He lubricated the tips of two fingers in my moisture and ran them up and down my slit and began tracing small, light circles over my clit. He alternated between his fingers and tongue on my clit while dipping the other into my pussy gradually moving from gentle touches to finger fucking me hard and fast. "I want you to cum for me, baby. Let yourself release." He worked his fingers in and out of me while rubbing my clit with his thumb and I bucked my hips hard against his hand as my orgasm tore through me. My pussy clamped tightly on his fingers as he continued tapping them against my g-spot and circling my clit. As the orgasm finally subsided, I felt him slowly remove his fingers from me and start kissing and licking my juices from my dripping cunt. 

He stood again and leaned over me on the desk, kissing me gently, mixing the tastes of both of our bodies in my mouth. I could feel his hard, throbbing cock against the entrance of my body, the length of it rubbing against my wet pussy lips and my swollen clit. I arched my hips to angle him directly against my tight hole, and placed one hand on the back of his head, kissing him deeply. I spread my legs a bit wider to fully accommodate his hard cock. He pushed gently against me and I gasped against his mouth as the large head of his cock began entering my body. He straightened and grasped his cock, began sliding it up and down against my wet slit to lubricate the head then pulled my legs up against his chest, my ankles by his ears. My pussy even tighter now with my legs closed, he gently pressed the head of his cock against my opening. He slowly forced his cock into me, first the head, I gasped in pain as my muscles involuntarily tightened around him. He paused and let me relax before continuing. Inch by inch, he worked his long, thick cock into me, gently kissing and stroking my calves and grinning ear to ear as he began increasing the pace of his thrusts. I laughed as I felt his cock bottoming out against my cervix and he began fucking me harder, pulling his huge cock out of me almost completely before forcing it back into me in one fast, deep thrust like a battering ram. Every time he pounded his cock into me a slight whimper escaped my lips and I winced in both pleasure and pain, my hands on his hips, I dug my nails into his skin. 

He pulled out and stood back and extended his hand to me. I grasped it and smiled. He pulled me up off the desk onto my feet, kissed me hard on the mouth and turned me around. He bent me over the desk and spread my legs wide. He slid two fingers into me, then wrapped his hand around his cock and gave it a couple quick strokes while fingering my already sore pussy. He took his fingers out and replaced them with his cock, again having to inch his way in as my body adjusted. He slapped my ass hard and thrust in a couple more inches, grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back and forced a couple more inches into me, then leaned forward over my body and pressed his hand against my throat just enough to spike my adrenaline and slammed his cock in to the hilt. I gasped as he pounded his cock into me and his balls slapped against my pussy. He grabbed my hips and fucked me harder than I've ever been and spanked me until my ass was covered with big red hand prints. I could feel my body tensing and he responded by slamming his cock full-length into me and covering my body with his, he pressed his hand against my throat again and laid kisses over my back and shoulders as I came, wave after wave of orgasm crashing over me and causing my body to shudder and my knees to go weak. As my body tensed a final time and relaxed, he gently removed his cock. I stood and turned to him, our mouths met again in a passionate kiss, and I could still feel his hard cock between my legs. He smiled, "Still got more in ya?"

He walked over to an armless chair in the corner and moved it to the center of the room. He sat down on the chair and took me into his lap, my legs over to one side. He kissed me gently and played with my breasts, pinching and sucking on my nipples and kneading the soft flesh. I stood and straddled his hips and carefully lowered myself onto his hard cock. I worked his cock in and out of my pussy until I was able to take it all then rode him slow and deep, our arms wrapped tightly around each other as we kissed. He massaged my breasts and I began riding him harder, impaling myself again and again, I kissed his jaw, his neck, licked and nibbled his earlobes and lightly bit his shoulder. As I fucked him harder, I could feel his body starting to tense and felt my own orgasm building inside me. I was growing breathless with anticipation, each breath coming in a quick gasp, my heart racing, "Cum for me baby. Cum inside me please." I whispered almost begging. 

"Not yet." he replied with a smile, his own breath growing ragged. "I'm not even close to being done with you."

He picked me up and pinned me against the door, our bodies never losing contact. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist and angled my hips to accept him more deeply. The cold metal door against the length of my back heightened the feelings of the heat between our sweaty bodies. His thrusts were rhythmic and forceful, deep, but shorter due to our tight embrace. I had my arms draped over his shoulders, hands tugging gently at his hair, his palms were flat against the door at my sides as he fucked me deeply. He kissed me hard, his tongue danced with mine, he bit my lower lip as he rammed me. My hard nipples were tickled by his chest hair and all of the sensations combined were bringing me ever closer to release. 

He grabbed my ass, yanked open the door and carried me laughing across the garage to his truck parked in one of the bays. He opened the door with one hand, his other arm wrapped tightly around my waist, and lifted me into the cab laying me on the bench seat. He spread my legs wide, one foot resting on the back of the seat, the other on the dash. He knelt between my legs and licked and swirled his tongue in my pussy giving me a short break from being stretched by his huge cock. After he'd gotten me nice and wet, he forced his cock back into me in one quick thrust. I winced and gasped in pain as he shoved his cock full-length into me, my pussy tightened reflexively around him. "Just making sure I had your attention." he laughed. He began moving in long, slow, rhythmic strokes, I could feel every ridge and detail of his long, thick cock. He ran his hands over my body, up my sides and over my breasts, pinching my nipples between his fingers, his eyes locked on mine as he slid his cock in and out of my body, watching my face as he gave me pleasure and pain. He teased me by pulling out completely and working just the head through my tight gate and I tilted my hips to draw him into me. "What do you want, baby?" he asked, his voice low, husky. 

"I want you to cum for me, deep deep inside me. Fuck me until we cum together." I replied arching my back and hips.

Those words were all he needed, he slammed his cock into me full force and fucked me hard and fast. He lay on top of me, his chest crushing my breasts and the friction driving me crazy as he pounded his cock deep into my tight pussy. I moaned against his lips as we kissed and ran my nails down his back and tightly gripped his shoulders. I wanted him even deeper inside me and moved my legs back so I could link my arms behind my knees and place my bare feet on the ceiling. He groaned in pleasure as he changed angles and ramped up the speed and intensity of his thrusts. "Oh god, oh god, that's it." I moaned as his cock slammed again and again into my cervix, rubbing over and over against my g-spot. I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my teeth as the muscles in my vagina clenched around his cock. 

"I'm coming, baby." he groaned. He shoved his cock into me one last time and I felt it jerking and throbbing as he shot his hot cum into my depths. My body tensed a final time and relaxed, I released my legs and rested the right on the back of the seat, the left draped off the side of the seat with my foot resting on the passenger floor. He collapsed on top of me, his head resting on my pillowy breasts. I wrapped my left leg around his waist and stroked his hair, neck and shoulders as we caught our breath. 

"That was incredible." I said laughing. 

"Incredible is an understatement." he replied. "I've been dreaming of you for months, but my dreams never came close to this." He gently kissed my breasts. 

"Sooo, I guess that means this may be more than a one-time thing?" 

"Just let me know when you want to work late again." he laughed. "I'll fuck your tight little pussy anytime you want."

"Really? You want to go another round right now?" I joked.

"Ha ha, you are completely insatiable, aren't you?" I felt his cock growing hard again inside my pussy and he jerked his hips in a quick thrust, "Does that answer your question?"

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First time post...Definitely tell me what you think, would love compliments and ideas for improvement on future stories.

Body Shop



AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is an entry into the 2013 Summer Lovin' Story Contest. Please enjoy. 

"Well... fuck!"

I surveyed the damage in front of me. It was a bright, warm July morning, in the midst of what was already a very hot summer. I was standing in one of the busiest intersections of the city. The day started like every other normal work day; showering and shaving, eating breakfast, dressing in a nice suit and driving to work like I always do. Only a few minutes ago, I was waiting to turn left at this intersection, just like I always do.

Except today, some jagoff decided he`d yak on his cellphone and not pay attention to the road. With other cars to the right and in front of me, and the dividing median to the left of me, I had nowhere to go. I was little more than a sitting duck. This sad excuse of a human being plowed into my back bumper at a very high rate of speed. Only thanks to the advanced safety systems common to newer cars these days... and, quite frankly, the grace of the fates above... were we able to escape this accident basically unscathed.

That certainly could not be said for my Ford Mustang GT, which I had only purchased last year, and which now looked more like modern art than a badass car. The front end was somewhat crumpled in, as the impact from the crash was hard enough to start a chain reaction; even the woman at the front of the line, two cars ahead of me, had scrapes on her car. The back end was a complete wreck, folded in so far the back bumper was scraping the rear wheels. All sorts of fluids -- oil, brake, transmission, you name it -- were leaking on to the pavement.

I tried to collect myself, a more difficult task than normal. I like to consider myself an easy-going guy, but right now I wanted to ram my fist right down cellphone guy`s throat. It was bad enough that he walked away with nothing worse than damage to the front of his car (not that I normally wish harm on people, but in this case I felt I deserved to make an exception to that rule). Even worse, he STILL hadn`t stopped talking on that damned phone! Nope, he kept yakking on, non-stop, even with every one of us involved in the accident, not to mention the traffic cops, yelling at him at the top of our lungs. His cluelessness only enraged me more.

I turned away from him and fished my own Blackberry out of my pocket. I needed to call my supervisor to tell him the bad news, if for no other reason than it might keep me from seething over cellphone guy.

On the third ring, as he always did, he picked up. "Ferguson here!"

"Hey boss, it`s Matt."

"Matt, you rat bastard! How the fuck are ya?!" In his inimitable Scottish brogue, Keith Ferguson was frequently crude and hilariously profane. He's the best boss I've ever had.

"Well, I've had better mornings."

"Cheer up, sunshine! It`s a beautiful fucking day outside! Hey, you`re not caught in traffic are ya? I heard some poor cocksucker got rear-ended at Main and Smith!"

"Yeah, that's the thing, sir. I'm actually the... uh... poor cocksucker in question."

"You're shitting me, Matthew! Don't be shitting me now, son!"

"Believe me, I`d love nothing better than to not be shitting you. But, I swear, it`s the god`s honest truth."

"Jesus Murphy! You`re not hurt, are you?"

"No, thank goodness. I'm a little shaken up, but I'll be fine."

"Thank fuck, Matthew! I'd hate for my best damn worker and a good kid to boot to be laid up in a fucking hospital bed. Your nice new car must be all twisted to shit though!"

"Yeah, it`s a mess, sir."

"Well listen, son, you just take the day off. I`m sure you have a lot to go through with police reports and getting your car looked after and all that. I`ll cover for ya. And if old man Kennedy doesn`t like it, fuck him if he can`t take a joke!"

I laughed, in spite of my situation. "Thanks, sir."

"Ah stop calling me sir, ya wee git! One more thing, if you need a good garage, take it to that Williams collision shop, you know the one?"

"Yes sir... uh, Keith. I`ve seen the signs for it."

"Yeah, go there. The techs know their shit, they won`t fucking rip you off like most garages, and they have this old biddy at the counter, she`s a laugh-riot! Don`t get any ideas though Matthew, I get first dibs on her! Ah what the fuck am I saying, I don`t have to worry about you, Christ she`s old enough to be your grandma!"

I laughed out loud again. Keith never failed to crack me up. I answered, "OK, sounds good, I`ll have the tow truck driver take me there."

Cellphone guy is damn lucky, I thought after I hung up. Speaking with Keith had removed most of my desire to beat the holy hell out of him.

After seemingly endless questions from the cop taking my statement, I finally climbed into the truck as the driver worked to hook my mangled wreck to the towing apparatus. He drove in silence the twenty or so minutes it took to reach the garage and let me out by the front door while he went around to the side of the building to drop off my car.

I walked inside the modern-looking office and was immediately struck dumb. Instead of someone old enough to be my grandma behind the counter, I saw an absolutely gorgeous young woman.

She was standing up, a cordless phone crooked in her ear, flipping through a file cabinet. She was wearing a pale blue short-sleeved, impossibly tight blouse that drew my eyes to her round breasts. The blouse was buttoned just high enough not to be lewd but low enough to tease me with her cleavage. Her grey mini-skirt was very short, offering a generous view of two long, finely toned legs. Straight, dark brown hair fell gently to her shoulders, while stylish glasses helped frame her pixie-like face. Tattoos on each arm provided splashes of colour on what was otherwise creamy alabaster skin. She looked like a real-life, fuckable china doll.

Her eyes caught mine and I heard her ask the person on the other end of the phone to hold a second. She then told me "Hi, I`m sorry, I have an insurance adjustor on the other line, and I`ve been trying for DAYS to get a hold of him. Do you mind waiting just a minute or so?"

I gave her a slight smile and nod, convinced I would sound like an idiot if I opened my mouth. She thanked me before turning her attention back to the phone. She continued to speak as she moved to a different file cabinet. Facing away from me, she opened the bottom drawer and bent over. I marveled again at her legs, especially her rounded calves, muscular enough to provide shape but not so much to take away their essential femininity. Her tight skirt rode even higher up her body, and it barely contained a perfect heart-shaped ass. I decided to stand right in front of the counter so she wouldn`t have a chance to see my quickly growing erection.

A few minutes later she ended her phone call. She smiled warmly and breathed a sigh of relief. She said, "Thanks for being so patient, I really needed to get that file settled. I`m Melanie, by the way! How can I help you today?"

My tongue still felt thick and foreign in my mouth. A combination of the accident and this woman`s stunning beauty had me rattled. I managed to stammer, "Uh... hi Melanie... I'm Matt, and... well I, um, unfortunately, got in a bad accident today..."

A look of concern spread on her face and she placed her hand on mine. My breath caught in my mouth as her touch sent a shiver of excitement through my body. "I`m so sorry to hear that!" she said. "You look shaken up by it. Are you sure you`re all right?"

I took a deep breath, trying to gain my composure and prove to both of us that I was OK. "Yes, I`m fine Melanie. Thank you for your concern. My car is pretty messed up, though, as you can probably imagine."

"Right, of course, well we`ll see what we can do about that. I have to ask you one other question first. I`m sorry, it`s a marketing thing, my boss insists I do this with everyone."

"That`s OK, go ahead."

"How did you hear about our company?"

"Word of mouth."

"From a friend or relative?"

"Actually... hey, can I tell you something?"

She arched her eyebrow as she looked at me with the slightest of intrigued smiles on her face. "Sure, Matt. What`s on your mind?"

"This might sound a little funny... you see, my boss recommended this place to me, but he told me that there would be an old biddy behind the counter... sorry, his words, not mine! But either he was completely mistaken, or you`ve found the fountain of youth, or..."

Melanie laughed. It was a clear, wonderfully sounding laugh that also had the advantage of interrupting my ridiculous babbling. "Oh, you must mean Gladys! She took early retirement a few weeks ago. She still comes around to visit every so often, everyone loves her here. She`s like the coolest grandma ever! But the mouth on her! Just between you and me, she could put a drunken sailor to shame with her dirty mouth! The way she swears all the time, it`s hilarious!"

I laughed again, something I didn`t think I`d be doing so often over an hour or so ago when cellphone guy slammed into the back of me. "It actually makes perfect sense if you know my boss. He swears more than anyone I know, and he has this thick Scottish accent that makes it sound even filthier and funnier, somehow."

"Ohmigod! Gladys actually mentioned that she`s going out with a Scottish guy now! I'd bet anything that she's dating your boss! You wouldn`t believe the things she said they are doing together! She said he`s a dirty old man, but she loves it because she`s a dirty old broad! Her words, not mine!"

"Uh... wow," was all I could say.

Melanie blushed, her white cheeks quickly turning a deep red. "Oh, god, listen to me! I can't believe I'm going on like this! A little too much information, I`m guessing?"

"Well, all I can tell you is, I`ll never be able to look at my boss the same way again!"

We both laughed and shook our head at the crazy turn our conversation had taken. After an awkward moment of silence we both realized it was time to get down to business.

So Melanie said, "Why don`t we take a look at the damage to your car? I`ll take all your information and make some initial estimates. I`m training to be a full-time estimator but I`m not fully certified just yet. I`ll pass my notes to Tyler, our lead estimator, and he`ll give you the final decision on what we can do for your car, what your insurance company will pay for and when we can have everything ready. Does that sound good to you?"

I agreed and we walked outside together. I hung back just a little behind so I could get a better look at Melanie`s tight ass swaying back and forth. My cock twitched in approval.

I found my Mustang among the other wrecks and said to Melanie, "Here it is, what`s left of it anyway."

Melanie gasped and ran her hand down my arm. More sparks flew through my body with her gentle touch. "Oh no!" she whimpered. "You don`t know how sad this makes me! I love, love, LOVE Mustangs! They are my all-time favourite cars! I hate to see such a beautiful vehicle damaged so badly! What happened?"

"Some idiot too busy talking on his cellphone to drive properly. He rear-ended me while I was stopped at a red light. I'm lucky things didn't end up worse."

"That fucker! Did you punch him? Please tell me you punched him!"

"Oh I wanted to, believe me. The cops got there pretty quick though."

"Well if you ever see this guy again, let me know and I`ll help you beat him up!"

"You've got a deal!"

Melanie gave my upper arm an extra squeeze. Her engaging personality, soft touches and heart-stopping gorgeousness were intoxicating. It was hard to believe how quickly it was happening, but I was definitely falling for her.

She wrote down my contact info and then walked around my car, studying it closely, making copious notes. She bent over numerous times as she did this, giving me more opportunities to admire her sexy body.

A few minutes later she said, "Well Matt, I don`t want to get your hopes up, but I think we can save this one."

"Really? That would be awesome!"

"Oh yeah, I`ve seen worse come in and be fixed good as new. But like I said before, I need to pass this info on to Tyler, he'll look at it some more and give you a final report. In the meantime, you can come back into the office with me and we`ll contact the rental company. Afraid I won`t be able to get you a Mustang as nice as this one though."

"That`s OK, Melanie, I`ll take what I can get at this stage."

Melanie took care of those details with a graceful professionalism. Tyler came out and introduced himself before taking his own look at my car. I decided to strike up more conversation with Melanie, but didn`t have much to go with other than a bit of a lame starting question. Oh well, I thought, let`s run with it.

"So, Melanie, you`re really into cars, I guess?"

"Well, duh!" she teased good-naturedly. "My father ran a garage for years. I used to watch him tear apart engines and put them back together. He's brilliant when it comes to cars. It was so fascinating. I wanted nothing more than to follow in his footsteps."

She was about to continue when her colleague returned to talk to me about my car. As much as I wanted that taken care of I wished he could have waited a few more minutes so I could get to know Melanie better. He at least gave me good news; it would take a few weeks but they would be able to fully repair my Mustang. A call to the insurance company confirmed it wouldn't cost me a thing, thanks to the no-fault coverage I added on to waive the deductible in cases like these. I finished the rest of the paperwork and confirmed with Melanie where to pick up my rental car. I looked into her deep green eyes and couldn`t help but grin from ear to ear.

"This is great, Melanie, you've really helped me out here in a big way. I can`t thank you enough!"

She delicately placed her hand on mine again, and an image flashed in my head of her placing that soft, pretty hand on my engorged cock. "It`s been my pleasure, Matt! Don`t worry, we`ll make your car as good as new again. I`ll tell the boys in the back they`d better fix it up right or there`ll be hell to pay from me!" She laughed again, her eyes bright and full of life.

"And if you have any questions, just give me a call anytime," she continued. She handed me a business card, and I swear she dragged her fingers against my hand and gave me a sly wink. I eagerly accepted the card and thanked her again, already counting down the time before I could see her again.

My rental was a rather more sedate ride than I was used to, but it would get me from A to B in the meantime. I drove home and spent the rest of the day and night fantasizing about making love to a naked Melanie in every possible way I could think of.

******

I pulled into the company parking lot the next day just as my boss Keith got there. He took one look at my rental car and shook his head. "Ach, they gave you that bucket of bolts? Looks like shite compared to your real car!"

"Yeah but it`ll have to do for now. They will be able to fix it but it will take a while."

Keith gave me a friendly jab in the shoulder and said in his booming voice, "Told you those fuckers are good! Hey how is that wench behind the counter?"

I thought of my conversation with Melanie from yesterday and smiled. "You mean your good lady-friend Gladys?"

"Yeah, that's right, that's her fucking name..." Keith paused and eyed me questioningly. "What the hell are you giggling about, you look like the cat that swallowed the fucking canary?!"

I didn`t feel like telling my boss that I learned from Melanie what he did in his spare time, at least not yet, so I just said, "Gladys took early retirement, according to the lady I spoke to yesterday."

Keith slapped the palm of his hand to his forehead, and unwittingly confirmed Melanie's assertion that he and Gladys were an item. "Of course she did, she told me that last week and I fucking forgot. Bah, I`m a right bloody idiot!" He thought for a moment, then asked, "Right, what`s this new one like then?"

"Gorgeous," I blurted out, immediately regretting it... not because it wasn`t true, but because I didn`t want my boss to know. As great as it was to work with him, my love life, or more accurately, recent lack thereof, was, much to my chagrin, a frequent source of amusement for him.

"Ha, you cheeky little bugger! Of course you`re such a fucking stud you`ve asked her out already! When`s your first date?"

I sighed, "I... uh... haven`t asked her out yet."

Keith boomed out in laughter. "Shit, Matthew, don`t you have a brain in that fucking melon of yours? Or a sack down below, for god's sakes? You can`t sit back if you want to get some action with a lovely lady-friend, you have to get after it!"

"Well, I did get a business card from her."

"There ya go! I`m proud of ya! There's hope for ya yet, ya rat bastard! Now call her today!"

"About what?"

"Ach, who cares laddie? Just make shit up!"

"What, are you my life coach now?!"

"I'm just telling it to you straight, son! If you don't call her, you'll fucking regret it! If it were me you can bet your last fucking dollar I'd call her! I may look like a dumpy old Scottish bastard but I fucking guarantee you, I can please any woman!" Keith said with a giant grin on his face.

"All right, all right! I`ll call her on lunch break," I yelled good-naturedly. While I made the promise mostly to shut Keith's yap, I was also more than eager to speak to Melanie again, hopeful that the sparks I felt yesterday were more than fleeting.

As it turned out, she beat me to the punch.

"Matt Robbins here," I answered the phone, my brain on auto-pilot, at about 11:00am.

"Hi Matt! It`s Melanie from Williams Collision! How are you today?"

"Great!" I replied with a lot more excitement in my voice. "How about you?"

"I`m having a great day, thanks for asking! But I do have a favour I really need from you."

"Oh? What`s that?" I asked.

"I need you to fill out one of the forms again. I`m really, really sorry! I was talking to one of the guys out back and left this form on a shelf and another guy accidentally spilled some solvent on it! I can`t send it to your insurance company in this condition, it's practically unreadable!"

"Hmmm. Well, I work downtown, if you can make it out this way."

"Perfect!" Melanie exclaimed in her flawlessly sweet voice. "I have to go to the office supply store in the mall anyway! Now I'll get two things done in one trip... how efficient of me! When can we meet?"

Her enthusiasm was so infectious, I couldn't help but laugh. I suggested getting together at 12:30, at a trendy new café about a couple blocks from where I work.

"Oooh, you have good taste, Matt!" she cooed. "It`s a lunch date!"

A lunch date. Did I ever like the sound of that. We both said our goodbyes and hung up, and from that point until I left the office to head to the café, I didn`t get a lick of work done as I was way too busy thinking about Melanie`s fine body.

******

I walked outside at the agreed-upon time, dodging the hustle and bustle of the busy sidewalk, enjoying the pleasant warmth of the sun on my face. I got to the café and waited near its outdoor patio, casually leaning against a tree. Despite just meeting her yesterday I was pretty confident I could spot Melanie out of the crowd.

When I did see her walking towards me, my jaw nearly dropped to the ground. She wore a pale green sundress with matching high heels that perfectly showcased all her assets. She effortlessly pulled off the combination of sexy and classy. Her legs went on for miles and miles; they were pure, white, toned and heavenly! Her breasts stood firm and proud on her chest, putting what looked to be no small amount of strain on the fabric of her dress. She saw me and waved, her face happily lighting up as she recognized me. Her smile just made her radiant beauty stand out even more.




Body Shop



When she reached me she said "Hi Matt!" quickly and excitedly, and surprised me by giving me a kiss on my cheek.

I smirked and said, "Do you always kiss guys you met just the day before?"

She scrunched her face as if in thought for a moment, then brightly smiled, giggled and said, "Only if they`re cute!"

I laughed and shook my head. Melanie was either a shameless flirt, or she was as smitten with me as I was with her. Either way, I hoped, if I played my cards right I'd have some fun in finding out the answer.

Once again I let her lead the way so I could admire her lithe body sashaying in front of me. The waiter directed us to an outdoor patio table, which was more than OK with me. Why wouldn't it be? It was a warm, sunny day with just a hint of a breeze, perfect weather really, and I was about to make a lot of guys passing by jealous by sharing lunch with a smoking hot young woman!

We placed our orders with the waiter. When that was done Melanie reached into the attaché case she was carrying and produced the form, which I proceeded to fill out as fast as I could.

"Perfect!" she said. "Now that that's out of the way, let's go to the fun part and get to know each other a little better!" She placed her hand on mine and gave it a gentle squeeze. Just like yesterday, it sent a jolt of electricity through my body, heading straight to my cock.

I tried to look casual so she wouldn't know how much of an effect her touching had on me, though I wasn't sure I was entirely successful. "Well, Melanie, what would you like to know?"

She bent her head down for a second and bit her lower lip, as if to consider what she should say next. Then she looked back up at me and replied, "Matt, I really hope you don't think I'm being too forward, but I have to tell you something. Since you walked in to the shop yesterday I've been so intrigued by you. You look so handsome and professional in your suit and tie, but the fact you own a really cool Mustang tells me there's a wild side to you that I'd love to explore."

Melanie rested her chin on one hand and looked at me with dreamy eyes before continuing her train of thought. "Matthew Robbins, what makes you tick?"

It wasn't the question I was expecting. I found myself excited and unnerved, which was becoming a frequent reaction to her presence. 'Man, get yourself together!' I scolded myself. I wanted to be smooth and confident around her, and instead my stomach was racing with butterflies. Melanie left me feeling like little more than a desperately horny teenager.

I smiled at her as I tried to play it cool. "Melanie, I don't usually spend a lot of time analyzing myself, but I'll try to answer your question since you asked so nicely!" My attempt at humour worked well enough, I guess, as Melanie chuckled and smiled right back at me.

"I'm not one to brag," I continued, "but I do think I have a lot going for me. I consider myself a pretty good-looking guy. I play pick-up sports with the guys and work out regularly to keep myself in good shape. I have a job that I'm good at, I enjoy it and it allows me to indulge my love for cool toys, like my Mustang." Her smile widened at my last comment.

I took a deep breath before saying more. "I have a few really close friends and get along well with my family, and I try my best to be a stand-up guy. Let's see... what else? Oh yeah... I'm not completely reckless but I do like to seek out a good thrill every now and then."

Melanie hadn't stopped looking at me while I was speaking. She still had her hand on mine, absent-mindedly stroking it with her thumb. I broke eye contact with her briefly as I watched her do this. Then I looked directly at her and, even with my stomach tied up in knots, decided to go in for the kill.

"My favourite kinds of thrills are the ones I can share with beautiful women. Especially ones that like to touch me all the time."

It was Melanie's turn to be caught off-guard. Her cheeks turned a deep shade of red as I watched her blush for the second time in as many days. She bowed her head self-consciously. I smiled inwardly at having gained the upper hand for once.

She looked up at me rather sheepishly; her face looked so unbelievably cute at that moment. "I am a touchy-feely person," she said quietly. "I always have been that way. Sometimes it freaks people out, but you didn't seem to mind so I kept doing it."

I shrugged. "Why would I mind? The way you touch me, how soft your skin feels against mine, it feels really good. Plus, it doesn't hurt that you're so incredibly beautiful."

"You really think I'm beautiful?"

"Of course I do! You're so beautiful that, if you haven't noticed, I find it difficult to concentrate in your presence. You do realize it yourself, don't you? Please don't tell me you think otherwise."

Just like that, Melanie's confident demeanour returned. "Don't worry about that! I am proud of my body and how I look. Still, a girl always likes to be told she's pretty."

"Well, you are certainly much more than pretty, Melanie."

"Thank you, Matt."

She unleashed a naughty grin, and without warning I felt something softly dragging up my leg. In the course of our conversation, she must have slipped off one of her shoes and adjusted her position to reach me under the table with her leg, and I just hadn't noticed her do so. The tablecloth partially hid her leg's exploration of my body, but anyone paying any attention to us would probably have a pretty good idea of what was going on.

Her actions were pretty risky. Not that I was going to tell her to stop.

"Do I make you feel good, Matt?" she asked, still smiling mischievously, becoming the playful seductress I imagined her to be. "Do I... arouse you?"

"Yes," I gasped.

"Good. I'm glad. I like to touch you. You're a strong, sexy man. I also love the way your skin feels against mine. I can feel the goose bumps and tell that I'm turning you on, and it makes me so fucking hot. Last night I thought a lot about touching you in... other ways. Sexier ways. I bet you did too. Didn't you, Matt?"

Her voice was honey-sweet and dripping with sensuality. I could only nod in response.

Her foot traveled up my inner thigh, rubbing in small circles, moving ever so closer to my groin. A little further and she would touch my hard dick, which was certainly by now tenting my pants.

"Does this feel good?" she asked.

"Yes!"

A little closer each time until, finally, her foot brushed the tip of my cock. I leaned my elbow on the table and covered my mouth with one hand to try and keep from yelling out loud. Melanie was now enthusiastically massaging the full length of my engorged member with her petite foot.

"Mmmm, very nice!" she cooed in approval.

Just as I was wondering how much further she was going to go and whether she would do something really naughty, our waiter returned with our lunch orders. Part of me was relieved at being spared any embarrassment but another part (namely, my hard cock) was begging her to finish what she started.

The rest of the lunch was very enjoyable, if not quite as sexually stimulating. Our meals were delicious and we engaged in very pleasant small talk. All too soon, it was time for both of us to go back to work... but not before I asked Melanie a question first.

"Melanie, I really want to see you again. When are you free?"

Her face perked up again. "How about this weekend? You have to promise me one thing, though."

"What's that?"

"Let me plan everything. Please? I promise it will be worth your while!"

It wasn't how I usually prepared for my dates, but something about the way she made her request... it was so sweet that I didn't even think about turning her down. Plus, I was crushing on her pretty hard, to the point where there wasn't much I would have refused her.

"OK, I agree," I said as we exchanged phone numbers. "What are you planning?"

"I can't tell you yet. It's a surprise! All you need to know is it will be a whole weekend of summer fun! You won't regret this, I'm sure of it."

She kissed me on the cheek and then playfully licked it. She giggled and winked at me before she turned around and left. I watched her sway her sexy ass down the street until she was completely out of eyesight.

I groaned and tried to adjust my hard-on so it wasn't so obvious when I stood up as I remembered it was only Wednesday afternoon. The weekend couldn't get here fast enough.

******

Melanie called me at home on Thursday night and told me she'd pick me up on Saturday around mid-morning, and what to take for the weekend. It still felt a little strange that she was taking all the initiative, but she insisted she was more than happy to do so. Instead of arguing with her I let go of my petty concerns and decided to go along for the ride. I figured the chances that the time we spent together this weekend would be very enjoyable were pretty high.

Friday dragged on so long it felt like a whole week, but somehow I managed to get through it. I also managed not to let Keith know too much about my weekend plans. Oh, he knew I saw Melanie at lunch on Wednesday, so he tried just about everything to get me to spill the beans, including calling me every name in the book. But I wasn't going to give in to him so easily! I was nervous enough as it was; I certainly didn't need his "special" brand of advice on women.

I woke up much earlier on Saturday than usual. I showered and cleaned up, and then checked the weather forecast. It was shaping up to be another perfect summer weekend, so I packed light and for today decided to keep things easy by wearing a comfortable golf shirt and a nice pair of shorts. Despite my nervousness I managed to eat a healthy breakfast, thinking I might need the energy to keep up with Melanie all day. After cleaning up I sat back down at the kitchen table, spending my time staring at the clock and wondering just what she had planned for me.

My thoughts were soon interrupted by the roar of a very loud and very powerful engine. I put on my shoes, grabbed my backpack and ran to see what the source of that roar was.

I stepped outside just as Melanie killed the engine. She was driving a classic looking Mustang... I guess she wasn't kidding when, on the day we first met (as I thought of it more and more instead of the day of my accident) she told me how much she loved Mustangs. It was painted fire engine red with white racing stripes down the middle. It was one sexy machine.

But not nearly as sexy as Melanie. She stepped out of the car and jumped up and down a couple of times at the sight of me. As she did so her breasts bounced invitingly and called attention to the fact that she was clearly going bra-less. Her nipples were pressing hard against her tight shirt. She was wearing very short shorts. Even in casual clothes she looked drop-dead gorgeous. I could feel her presence ease some of my anxieties. And something about Melanie brought out a boldly naughty side in me that I hadn't had the chance to exercise nearly enough recently. I was determined to try it out on her, starting right now.

"Hey Melanie, that is one smoking hot body!" I exclaimed before nodding towards her Mustang. "Car's not bad, either."

"Ooooh, Matt Robbins, you naughty boy!" she purred. She reached around me and felt up my ass before she gave it a swat. I jumped a bit in pretend surprise. She giggled and said, "Come on, let me show you my ride!"

I peeled my eyes off Melanie just long enough so I could really look at her Mustang. "It really is a great looking car!"

"Yeah, it's my pride and joy! It's a 1967 Shelby G.T. 500 Mustang. Did you hear me driving in?"

"Sure did! Man, it looks and sounds like a great muscle car. I bet it drives like hell on wheels."

"Absolutely! I love to drive fast, and I really love revving my engine at a stop light when some jerk in a wanna-be car tries to show off!"

I laughed at that image. "Yeah I bet that shuts them up pretty fast!"

She shook her head. "So many of these dopes don't think a girl can handle a car like this, so it feels great when I embarrass them!"

I nodded before a thought suddenly occurred to me. "I hope you don't mind me asking, Melanie, but a classic like this has to be damn expensive."

She put a hand on my shoulder. "It's OK Matt, and no I don't mind. Remember I told you my daddy owned a garage? He also restores classic cars on the side. He found this car when it was old and beat up; he got a deal on parts and worked on it a long time! He just finished it last year, and he gave it to me for my birthday!"

"Wow, that's really great. My parents have always given me nice gifts for my birthdays, but never anything like this!"

Melanie shrugged. "What can I say? I love my daddy! I can't wait for you to meet him!"

My eyes nearly bugged out of my head. "I... wait... what?"

She giggled again. "Don't worry about that for now. You ready for our summer weekend?"

"Oh yeah!" I said enthusiastically. "Where are we going first?"

"Here!" Melanie exclaimed, pointing to her chest.

There was something written on her shirt in a fancy script, but I didn't pay any attention to it. I was staring at her breasts again. 'Smooth move!' I chided myself as I continued to ogle.

"Oops!" she said, seemingly unaffected by my less-than-suave actions. "My big boobies must be distracting you too much!"

I laughed. "You're amazing, you know that?"

"What makes you say that?"

"Most girls would have been offended by a guy staring at your breasts like I did, but you acted like it was no big deal!"

"What can I say, Matt? I don't mind you looking at my breasts. I really like knowing that I'm turning you on!"

Melanie then reached into the open window of her car. Now her ass was on display for my hungry eyes, and I took my fill. She pulled out a baseball cap and handed it to me.

I finally got a hold of myself to check out the hat. It was the same style cap the baseball team in town sported, logo and everything. Our city has a AAA level pro team, just one step below the major leagues. I had been to a couple of games with friends in the past, it was good baseball and a fun day out that wasn't too expensive.

"I know you said you liked sports, and I'm a fan of the team so I thought it would be a good place to start!" she explained.

"It's perfect!" I said. I gave her a kiss on the cheek and placed a hand on her hip, just above her fine ass, hoping to surprise her a bit. She just rubbed my shoulder and grinned.

"Come on, let's go!" Melanie got into the car and I quickly followed. She looked at me after we buckled our seatbelts and said, "When you're in this car with me there are three rules to follow."

"What are they?"

"Sit down, shut up and hang on!"

The engine roared to life and she squealed the tires out of the parking lot and on to the street. If I didn't know before I would likely be in for one hell of a weekend, I sure did now!

*******

It was a great day for baseball, no doubt about it.

Looked like a lot of other people thought so too. As Melanie and I took our seats down the first base line side, I scanned the stands and figured it to be a good crowd, easily close to 10,000 or so.

I was walking back from the concession stands, a beer in hand for each of us. She was waving and saying hello to a few of the spectators sitting around us. When I asked about this she said, "I'm a bit of a regular here, so I've gotten to know some of the season-ticket holders. Here, let me introduce you!"

As she made her introductions I saw small, knowing smiles on their faces. They were confusing reactions, to be sure, but I let it go, not really wanting to think too hard about things like this right now, not with the whole weekend still in front of me to enjoy with a deliciously sexy-looking Melanie.

I didn't have to wait long to get an idea of why they were looking at me that way.

The sun felt warm on my body and the beer was going down nice and easy. A perfect summer day! The opposing team had gone three up and three down, and now our side was up to bat in the 1st inning. The leadoff hitter, a young confident outfielder who had "future MLB All-Star" written all over him, dug in to the batter's box.

CRACK!

The sound was unmistakeable. He launched the ball into the right field seats for a home run.

The crowd left their feet to cheer, Melanie included. I could see her jiggle enticingly out of the corner of my eye. Then out of nowhere she spun me to face her and planted a passionately hot kiss on my lips. In the split-seconds it took for me to register what was happening, I inhaled the scents of her strawberry shampoo, flowery body wash and whatever else it was that made her unmistakeably female. It was enough for me to get over my shock and respond to her kiss. Just as I started to really get into it she broke the kiss, gave me a quick wink and a grin, and sat down again.

No sooner had we taken our seats that we saw the next batter yank the first pitch he saw off the left field foul pole. Another home run.

If the first kiss was great, the second one was mind-blowing. She pushed her tongue inside my mouth and I welcomed its entry. Our tongues entwined and dueled during the length of the kiss. She grabbed my ass with both hands and squeezed. A low, hungry-sounding growl arose from inside her. For a moment she didn't just look at me, she bore a hole right through me with her eyes, as a predator might view its latest meal.

Then she flashed her goofy little smile again and sat down as if nothing happened.

I took my seat as well. I couldn't help but hear a few muffled laughs from the regulars Melanie knew. Needless to say, I was pretty confused. But, considering I got to sample Melanie twice during those incredible kisses, I certainly wasn't complaining.

The next three batters recorded outs to end the inning. An elderly man, who Melanie introduced to me as Gene, leaned in from his seat behind hers and asked, "I wonder, my dear, are you going to let the boy know what is going on, or will you keep him guessing a while?"

The woman next to Gene, who was decked out in full team garb but whose name I otherwise had forgotten, slyly grinned at Melanie. "Mmmm, Melanie, he is cute, isn't he?"

"Oh yes," she replied, "he is quite yummy!"

I don't know if you've ever had people in your presence talk about you as if you weren't even there, but I can assure you it is a very strange experience.

"Melanie?" I asked.

"Yes Matt?" she answered in a maddeningly innocent voice.

"You don't suppose it would be too much to ask for you to explain what's happening here?"

Melanie looked at the people around her and then rolled her eyes, pretending that it was such a hardship to let me in on her little secret. "OK, fine, if you MUST know! It's just a little tradition I started, that for every home run our team hits I give a kiss to whoever I take to the game."

"Interesting," I replied. "But certainly you haven't kissed the others like you did me. Right?"

"Of course not, silly! I've usually gone with either a girl friend or with my daddy, so I give them a kiss on the cheek. But you're special, Matthew Robbins, so you get the special kisses!"

A guy in the row in front of us, a heavy-set gentleman, to put it nicely, asked, "Hey, how come I don't get the special kisses?"

Melanie just scoffed. "Buster, you couldn't handle my special kisses, you'd pass out and the ushers wouldn't drag your ass up outta here until the end of the game!"

Everyone laughed out loud, including 'Buster'. Seeing Melanie dish it out so well just made me smile. I was so fortunate to be with her, someone so beautiful and vivacious, with still most of a summer weekend left to see where else this crazy journey could possibly go.

The rest of the baseball game was almost as great as the first inning. The hometown heroes cruised to victory. In the good news/bad news category, they hit two more home runs, giving me two more opportunities to kiss and taste Melanie's sweet, luscious lips... the bad news being, of course, that they hit ONLY two more home runs! Kissing Melanie was a sensation I'd experience again and again in the future if I had anything to say about it.




Body Shop



Melanie waved goodbye to her friends in the seats around us, hugging a couple as well. She turned to me as I took her hand in mine. "That was a great game! Did you have fun?"

"Yes! Absolutely," I replied. "Only four home runs though, I wish they hit more."

She smiled wickedly. "I couldn't agree more! But, where we're going later tonight, I think will make up for it. I have a feeling you'll really love it! I know I will!"

"Then let's go!" I exclaimed.

*******

I had no idea where she was taking me. Absolutely none.

After a terrific dinner at a popular yet casual Italian restaurant, Melanie took the main drag outside the city limits and then started going down all sorts of back roads. Left down one, right down another, and soon enough I was hopelessly lost. She never showed any concern and chattered happily most of the way through, which helped put me at ease as I figured she must know where she was going.

At last she pulled into a pathway deep off the beaten track. The path crossed through a thicket of trees. On the other side it opened up to a spectacular view.

I looked at Melanie; she was just smiling brightly as she gave the Mustang's engine one final roar before shutting it down. I got out of the car to see exactly where we were. I realized we were at the top of an embankment looking down at the city, probably at least a couple hundred feet above city level. It also must have faced almost due west, as we had an incredible view of the sunset in progress. Postcards were made for pictures like these.

"Wow, Melanie, this is amazing. I didn't even know something like this was here!" I exclaimed.

She looked pleased at how much I was enjoying this view. "It's great, isn't it?" she said from beside me.

We sat on the hood of her car and quietly watched the sunset. We held hands and she rested her head on my shoulder. The quiet time was unexpected but very sweet all the same.

When the time felt right, I asked her how she found this secret spot.

"My daddy was the one who first found it," she explained. "He used to take his girlfriends up here, including my mom."

She jumped off the car and strolled towards the clearing and I closely followed. "I have a lot of memories from this place, you know. I've been here for picnics lots of times, sometimes with my mom and daddy, and sometimes just my daddy. I've taken friends up here to drink and party, and also sometimes just to talk about life and stuff."

Melanie then ran a finger up my spine and softly kissed and breathed on the back of my neck. I groaned in pleasure and my cock quickly sprang into life.

"I've also brought a boyfriend or two up here to make out. But those were just boys. None of them could compare to a real man... like you!"

She spun me around and kissed me with hunger and passion, and I kissed her right back. She grabbed my butt and I grabbed hers. She ground her mound on my still-hardening erection.

We broke the kiss to catch our breath. Melanie moved her hands off my ass to place them softly on my cheeks. The look of desire on her face was evident, but so was her nervousness.

"Matt," she said, "I know we only met a few days ago, but dammit I want you. I've wanted you from that first day. I've never felt about anyone else the way I feel about you. I can't stop thinking about you. I know we're moving fast and I don't want you to think I'm a slut who gives it up for just anybody! Please, I want you, I..."

I put my finger on her lips to shush her. I kissed her tenderly and passionately. I'll never forget the beautiful sound of her sighing and moaning into my mouth.

"Melanie, I want you just as much as you want me. I want to touch and kiss you everywhere on your beautiful body. I know things are going fast, but I don't care. Let me love you!"

The switch was seemingly flipped again, and just like at lunch on the patio in mid-week, she changed from vulnerable woman to siren seductress. "Oh, yes Matt! Let me show you just who you'll be making love to!"

She backed up a couple of steps and tossed off her ball cap. She pulled off her shirt and her large breasts immediately came into view, bouncing invitingly after the fabric was peeled off her body. She twirled her body suggestively and bent over. She slowly lowered her shorts and panties at the same time until she presented her fantastic ass and tight-looking pussy to me. My dick was rock hard by now as I drank in the sight of her glorious, nearly naked body.

She turned to face me again. Theatrically, she cleared her throat and whispered, "I'm waiting, lover-boy."

That was enough to shake me out of my reverie. I quickly discarded my cap and shirt. I undid my shorts and dropped them to the ground, leaving only a thin layer of boxer fabric between my cock and the fresh evening air.

Melanie's eyes were drawn to my tenting boxers. She bit her lower lip and slowly rubbed her moist, aroused pussy, looking even more and more like the embodiment of feminine sexuality she was.

With a flourish, I took hold of the waistband, whipped my boxers down and guided them over my shoes with a minimum of struggle. My hard cock stood tall and proud, ready for action.

"Oh, Matt!" she purred. "Such a big, handsome cock!" She closed the distance between us and, just like the image I got in my head the first day I met her, I looked down and saw one of her small, pretty hands take hold of my dick. She slowly jacked me off while she french-kissed me.

"God, Melanie, that feels amazing!" I breathed. "When you touched my arm in the shop, when we first met, I pictured you doing this to me."

She let out a mischievous laugh. "Did you picture me doing this?"

She quickly dropped down to her haunches and nearly swallowed my cock whole. "Holy FUCK!" I yelled up to the darkening night sky. The sensations were heavenly.

Melanie giggled around my erect member and started sucking it in earnest. One hand had a soft grip of my shaft while she quickly bobbed her head up and down. Her other hand was playing with her pussy, keeping herself warmed up. I caught a whiff of the aroma of her arousal; it was sweeter than any other scent could possibly be. I licked my lips in anticipation of getting closer to that aroma and tasting its origins right from the source.

She seemed to pick up on the vibes I was putting out. She momentarily released my dick from her hot mouth. "Matt, you naughty boy, I know what you want, I can see it in how you look at me! Don't worry, you'll get your chance soon enough! But I'm not done tasting your big, hard cock!"

Melanie bathed my hard member with her wet and willing tongue, licking the head before travelling up and down the shaft. Each delicate lick made my cock twitch and my desire for her grow ever higher and higher.

"Mmmm, so good," she hummed. "Are you going to give me your cum, baby?"

"Oh yes, Melanie, I... UNNNHH!" My answer was cut off as she took my cock in her mouth again and, much to my surprise and delight, expertly deep-throated me. How she did that so smoothly, without choking or even struggling to breathe, I'll never know. Nor would I ever care as long as she kept doing it to me now and promised to do it to me again and again! It was by far the best blowjob I've ever had the pleasure of receiving.

"Uh! Melanie you're going to make me... UH!... cum!" I said when she had me right on the edge. I couldn't help but be disappointed that I couldn't last even a little longer.

She simply looked up, smiled and quickly said, "Good! I want it so bad! You'll give it to me, won't you?" A couple more soft pumps of her hand and bobs of her head did the trick. I fired off into her and she eagerly swallowed down all I had without hesitation. Melanie milked my cock and cleaned the head with her talented tongue and then, in one motion, she licked a trail of wetness from my stomach through to my chest and all the way up to my neck and chin. It was an act that, if she hadn't already sucked me dry, would have immediately stiffened me rock-hard.

Melanie kissed me softly and sweetly, once on each cheek, once on the lips. "Did you enjoy that, big boy?" she teased.

"Hell yes!" I exclaimed. "I am so going to return the favour right now!"

"Mmmm, I can't wait!" she squealed, and laughed her magical laugh. She skipped over to her Mustang and lay back spread-eagled on the hood.

I groaned in approval. "Oh yes Melanie! A sexy machine with an even sexier babe on top!"

"Ooooh, you sweet-talking stud, you! Come on, Matt, show me how sexy you think I am!"

I kissed her softly and gently took hold of her, and she sweetly whimpered into my mouth. I broke the kiss and longingly looked at her large breasts. "So beautiful," I whispered. I kissed and licked all over one of her magnificent orbs before taking a hard aroused nipple in my mouth. Teasing, sucking, nipping... whatever I could think of to her engorged nub that would please Melanie, I did.

"Yes, Matt, that's it baby!" she squealed as I shifted my attention to the other breast, making sure I didn't leave it unattended. She sharply inhaled as I gently tugged at her nipple with my teeth while at the same time slapping a smooth, firm ass cheek with my hand. Just then I caught another sniff of her unique scent, the sweet heady fragrance of Melanie's womanhood, and I uttered a primal growl from deep within.

"Ohhh, fuck yes, show me the beast you are!" Melanie cried out in heated passion. I growled again, louder this time, to prove how hot and horny I was for her. I dove in to her very wet pussy, sucking and gently chewing on her blossoming folds, licking at her exposed clit, and drinking from the copious juices flowing from her sex. When she felt ready I inserted first one finger inside her, and then two, sawing them in and out of her heated slit as I kept licking her pussy.

Melanie wriggled beneath me, repeating over and over "Oh god... yes... so good..." as if it were a mantra. I took a quick look upwards to see almost all the light had gone out of the sky, so I didn't have much time to finish this how I wanted to. Fortunately, she was close to climax so the timing was perfect.

"Melanie," I ordered. "Look at me. Right into my eyes. That's it."

She locked her pretty eyes on mine, though it looked like it took some effort. Her breathing was shallow and she moaned over and over in pleasure. "Cum for me," I said as I attacked her clit with my tongue and stared deeply into her eyes.

Melanie returned my gaze for as long as she could until the sensations got the best of her. Her orgasm was explosive and beautiful. She howled into the night as I reveled in the nectar that burst forth from her pussy and tasted its exquisite sweetness.

I got up and helped her off the car, holding her as she tried to stand on shaky legs. She recovered quickly enough though, kissing me hard and plunging her tongue into my open mouth. When she broke the embrace she spoke breathlessly. "Matt, you beautiful man! That was amazing!"

"Melanie," I answered back, "that was the hottest thing I've seen in my life."

"You ain't seen nothing yet, lover-boy!!" Melanie cooed. She felt my reawakened shaft poking her midriff and grasped it, slowly and sensually tugging on it, sending shivers of pleasure down my body. "I want you inside me," she whispered in my ear.

"I was hoping you'd say that," I whispered back in hers.

"Mmmm, I bet you were. I'd also bet you'd hope I'd say you can cum inside me 'cause I'm on the pill. Well, you can, 'cause I am. I'm all yours, baby. Anything you want."

The night just kept getting better and better.

She turned around and leaned over the hood of her Mustang, presenting her backside to me. Even in the darkness of the surroundings I could see just well enough to know how appealing a target that was. She shimmied her ass in a most tempting way and said in the sexiest tone of voice, "Matt, baby, don't keep me waiting any longer. Fuck me."

I wasn't about to let her down. I got in position behind her, putting one hand on the small of her back and used the other to guide my cock. I rubbed the head up and down her moist entrance before smoothly thrusting inside her. We gasped and groaned in unison, basking in the exquisite sensations of our intimate coupling.

Sliding in and out of her pussy, slowly at first, then little by little picking up the pace, I was doing all I could to give Melanie the kind of incredible sex a living goddess like her deserved. The regular noises of the night were drowned out by the wondrous sounds of our hot bodies slamming into each other, skin smacking against skin, my grunts and her squeals of pleasure.

One hard stroke hit Melanie at just the right spot. She briefly shuddered, and then arched her back, reached back one arm to grab the back of my head and cried out, "Oh god... yes, just like that!"

I maintained that angle of attack and pounded her tight pussy with abandon. Sweat poured off our bodies in the humid night air. I was agonizingly close to release but wanted Melanie to get hers first. I gently nibbled the back of her neck and breathed to her, "Cum for me, baby, I want to feel you cum with me buried so deep inside you. Come on, Melanie, do it for me!"

"OOOHHH FUUUUCK!!!" she yelled at the top of her lungs. Her orgasm was strong and intense. I felt her wet, tight pussy clamp down on me. The feeling was indescribable. I came hard and roared at the top of my lungs, gripping Melanie tightly and emptying inside her, drenching her inner walls.

We didn't move for several minutes, just recovering our breath and enjoying the feel of our bodies pressed closely together. I finally slowly eased back, and out, of Melanie, and she turned so we could share a tender kiss.

She had a satisfied smile on her face and said, "That... was amazing. Thank you, Matt."

"My pleasure, Melanie," I answered.

"Mmmm, you're not the only one who got pleasure out of that, big boy!" she said. We quickly re-dressed and got back in her car. "Come on, I'm taking you back to my place!" she shouted.

I pretended to sigh in protest. "All right, if you insist!"

Melanie playfully slapped my shoulder and then laughed that mischievous laugh of hers when she noticed my head snap back as she accelerated out of the pathway and back on to the street. She opened up the Mustang's engine and let it growl long and loudly as she nimbly manoeuvered her way through the quiet city streets. She only slowed down once she reached a subdivision a few blocks away from downtown. She reached the end of a cul-de-sac and pulled into the driveway of a nice-looking house with a huge garage and lots of open space between each neighbour.

We held hands when we got out of the car and she led me around to the back of the house. She unlocked the back door, went inside and dashed down a flight of stairs, and, still holding her hand, I followed closely behind her. We weaved through the obstacles of her living space until she led me right into her bedroom. She eased me on to her bed and turned on the lamp on the side table, bathing the room in soft, muted light.

If someone could ever giggle seductively, it was Melanie in that moment. "I don't know about you," she said while disrobing and displaying her fantastic body, "but I'm ready for round 2!"

I quickly undressed and pulled her down on top of me to let her feel just how ready I was.

**************

I slowly woke up the next morning. I reached across to take Melanie and hold her close to me. But she wasn't there.

The realization jolted me out of bed. I thought back to yesterday for any clues, any hint for where things might have ran off the rails. Did I say or do something wrong last night? Was it all just destined to be a one-night stand?

I noticed the piece of paper on the pillow where Melanie laid her head. I picked it up and saw some words written down in a flowery script. I read it and felt my panic subside.

Hey, sexy! Get your sleepy head out of my bed (haha, that rhymes!), and join me for breakfast! Just come around and knock on the front door when you're ready. See you soon! Melanie XOXO!

I hopped out of bed, grabbed a quick shower and just as quickly threw on some clean clothes. I hurried outside and felt the warmth of the morning sun on my face. I made my way up to the front door and knocked, just as Melanie had instructed in her note.

The door opened... and I gasped and took a small step backwards as I found myself staring at the imposing figure before me. He was definitely the largest man I had ever seen in my life.

He had unruly hair and an unkempt beard, both coloured brown with hints of grey streaking through. His barrel chest and tree trunk legs were barely contained by his clean blue jeans and white t-shirt. Every muscle I could see on his body looked enormous. This massive man looked like he could fold me in half and stuff me in his back pocket if he wanted to.

Instead he smiled and extended a giant hand towards me. "You must be Matt! Nice to meet you!" he bellowed in friendly greeting. He took my hand and shook it vigorously. I felt fortunate when he released me that no bones were broken.

"Likewise, sir," I replied nervously.

He leaned back and laughed heartily. "You hear that, Mel?! He called me sir!"

"Daddy! Go easy on him!" Melanie called out from within the house. "Please? I like Matt, I like him a whole lot!"

"OK, sweetie," he replied, actually sounding kind of guilty. He turned back to me, grinned and said, "Sorry about that. Just not used to anyone calling me sir."

He showed me into the house and poured us both a cup of coffee as we settled into the kitchen. Melanie was merrily bouncing around while she prepared breakfast. Her thin white tank top and "shorter-than-short" shorts left little to the imagination. The delightful sounds of her humming a popular tune and the wonderful scents of bacon and eggs filled the air.

Melanie's father introduced himself as Eddie, former owner of an auto repair garage which he recently sold in order to "slow down a little", and restorer of classic cars on the side.

"Is it just you and Melanie?" I asked.

"Yes," Eddie said without elaborating.

I felt a little nervous, like I had broached a subject I shouldn't have, and said quietly, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked..."

"No, it's alright," he interrupted. "You had no way of knowing. Besides, it's all ancient history now."

I decided it was time to change the subject, so I told Eddie what a great job he did on Melanie's set of wheels.

"Yeah," he sighed happily. "That car was a labour of love. It was really, really hard to give that one up. But then again, I love my baby girl and I'd do just about anything to make her happy."

"I can understand why," I replied, taking the chance to eye Melanie up and down while her father focused on his coffee.

Melanie piled three plates high with food and brought them to the table. "Have I told you how much I love my Daddy?" she said to me in a little-girl voice. "He's so good to me, Matt. He's given me more than I can ever repay him. He's the best dad ever!" She hugged Eddie tight and kissed him on the cheek, causing him to mutter, "Aw, geez Mel," and blush brightly.

We dug in and enjoyed our delicious breakfast. When we finished we took a few minutes to relax and refill our coffee mugs.

"So how's your weekend with Matt been so far, Mel?" Eddie asked his daughter as she cleared the dishes from the kitchen table.

Melanie put her arms around me and said to her father, "Matt and I are having a great summer weekend, Daddy! We've had a lot of fun and he's making me very happy!"

"Great! Glad to hear it."

While Melanie cleaned up in the kitchen, her father asked me to join him in the living room, so I obliged.

"So," he said, "from her answer and the look on her face this morning, I'm guessing you've had sex with my daughter."




Body Shop



I nearly choked on my coffee.

Slowly I turned towards Eddie, bracing myself for the onslaught. Instead, he just looked at me with a goofy little grin.

"Hey, Matt, it's OK, relax," he said. "I'm not one of those ridiculously jealous fathers who intimidate anyone that so much puts a finger on their daughters. It's just been the two of us for so long, so I've come to know Melanie very well. I've long since come to terms with her being a sexual creature. Not a slut, mind you, don't ever let me catch you calling her that! But she enjoys sex a lot if it's with the right person. She's a grown woman and she can do what she likes, but I believe I have raised her the right way and prepared her for the real world. She's a very intelligent young woman and I know I can trust her to make good decisions. Above all, I want her to be happy."

He clapped a beefy hand on my shoulder and leaned closer, fixing me with his most intense glare. "The only way you would need to worry about me is if you intentionally hurt my baby girl! If that were ever to happen then I promise you, I will make your life a living hell!"

I swallowed, hard.

Eddie then visibly relaxed, smiled, and patted me on the back. "But I don't think we have to worry about that, do we? I can tell Melanie has fallen pretty hard for you, and I can see that you like her a lot too."

I exhaled and said, "Yes, I do. We haven't been together long but I can already tell Melanie's a special young woman. I want to be with her and get to know her even better, and I promise you that as long as we're together I'll treat her with love and respect."

"I believe you, Matt," he replied.

Melanie surprised me by approaching me from behind and giving me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I told you he's special, Daddy!" she said while looking in my direction. "I know it's early days still, but he might just be a keeper!"

I smiled at her. "So you heard what I just said, I take it?"

"Every... single... word," she replied in between peppering my face with kisses. I basked in her adoration as I congratulated myself for scoring some major brownie points!

Eddie stood up and stretched, grinning as he did so. "Well I should let you two lovebirds get back to your weekend. I ought to get working on my newest project. A 1961 Thunderbird." He winked and whispered almost conspiratorially, "I've been told this one was part of JFK's inaugural parade!"

I had no idea if that was true, but I nodded anyway because it sure sounded cool.

"So where to next, miss tour guide?" I asked Melanie.

"You brought a swimsuit, right?" she asked. I nodded yes.

"Then let's grab our stuff and go!" she squealed. "After all, what kind of summer weekend would it be without a day at the beach?"

*********

Melanie completed the 90-minute drive to the area's most popular beach in just over an hour. She warned me she loved to drive fast, and after this trip I never doubted her sincerity on that front ever again!

The heat and humidity had amped up from yesterday, so being by the water to cool off made this beach even busier than usual. We must have walked around for close to twenty minutes before we found a spot large enough for us to stretch out in.

I wasn't complaining, though. Not even a little bit.

When we got out of her car Melanie took off the T-shirt she was wearing to reveal a daring pink bikini. It was almost flesh-coloured, so if you weren't paying close attention you'd almost think she was naked, and based on their dropping jaws as we passed them by, I'm sure that's what more than a few guys thought. I held her hand and strolled just behind her, allowing me to have a perfect view of her backside. The material of her bottoms had slightly wedged between her cheeks, meaning more of her scrumptiously sexy ass was on display. I was mesmerized enough that I nearly tripped over someone's leg twice. Melanie reacted by smiling, giving me a sly wink and exaggerating the sway of her hips even more than before.

We laid out our beach towels down to claim our spot. It didn't take long before Melanie retrieved the sunscreen lotion from her bag and asked in her angelic voice, "Can you help me put some on, Matt?"

"Hmmm, let's see," I replied. "You're asking me if I should touch your soft skin all over your perfect body? Gee, I don't know..."

Melanie giggled and whispered, "Matt Robbins, you are a naughty boy!"

"I can't help it, Melanie. You make me that way."

We kissed deeply, tongues fencing with each other.

"Good!" she said when the kiss ended. "My plan is working perfectly!"

I smiled and gently rolled her on her stomach. She undid the top of her bikini, freeing her large breasts as they pushed into her towel. "Don't want too many tan lines," she said.

Melanie gasped as I squirted a generous amount of cold lotion on her back. I rubbed it all up and down her incredible body. She made several soft sighs and coos of approval. I took more lotion and spread it up and down her long legs and inner thighs. I could see a small wet spot on her bikini briefs that I didn't think was from sweat. I grinned and moved up to massage a spot I missed on her shoulders. By this point I was hard as granite, and she definitely noticed.

"Mmmm, I can feel something poking me back there!" she said. "Something big and hard!"

I gave her ass a little swat and she cutely yelped in surprise. "Naughty tease!" I taunted her.

She flipped over and sweetly asked me to do her front side. Sadly for me, she re-tied her bikini top before lying on her back. I sent a large glob of lotion flying on to her stomach. My strong hands pressed over every inch of her torso, allowing the creamy sunblock to be absorbed in her flawless skin.

"Damn, baby, that feels so good!" she whimpered.

"Feels great to me, too!" I replied as I did her arms, shoulders, face and, finally, the front of her long legs and her delicate feet.

"My turn!" she announced. Good thing she did; I was really feeling the sun warming me up quickly and I hoped I wasn't burning up already. We switched positions and I handed her the sunscreen. For the next several minutes, she had as much fun applying the lotion on my body as I did to hers... and I had as much fun being the recipient of a sensual massage as she did.

We were both feeling very relaxed, and with the sunblock protecting our skin, we happily basked in the hot sun for a while. We held hands as we did so. It gave me time to think and reflect. All I could think about was Melanie. There was no doubt in my mind, I was falling for her, and falling hard.

After we got up and stretched we ate our picnic lunch, which allowed us to catch our second wind. We talked animatedly for a while about nothing in particular until Melanie leaped to her feet.

"Let's go for a swim to cool off! Last one in is a rotten egg!" she yelled.

Melanie giggled as she ran towards the lake with me just behind in hot pursuit. We both reached the water at the same time. The cool water was a bracing contrast to the blazing hot sun.

She used this opportunity to "torment" me relentlessly. She splashed water in my face several times, and on the last such instance, when I was still shaking it out of my eyes, she ran up from behind, jumped and wrapped herself around me to ride me piggy-back style. I wasn't expecting the sudden attack and I only just kept my balance. We both laughed the whole time; I was feeding off her infectious energy and she responded to my positive reaction.

Then her teasing took on a markedly different form. She turned me around so we were face to face and she kissed me deeply. Her tongue sought entry into my mouth and it was happily granted. We made out passionately in the water, oblivious to anyone and everyone else around us. She rubbed her body against me and whimpered in my mouth. I then felt her hand massage my stiffening cock and I gasped and groaned in delight.

"Matt?" she asked.

"Yes, Melanie?"

"I'm horny."

I smiled. "I suppose I should do something about that."

"You'd better, or else you're a big meanie!"

"Let's pack up and get to your car, then."

"No."

"No?"

"You heard me." Melanie had a naughty, sexy smile as she said this. I figured it was time to buckle up and see where this ride took me. Just like I'd been doing all weekend... and hell, it had worked out pretty damn good so far!

"OK. Where?"

"Follow me."

We did grab the beach towels and the rest of our things, but from there I let Melanie lead the way. After making our way through a maze of people and their beach gear things started to thin out the further we went. She soon found an area with several sand dunes and ushered us between a few of the tallest ones. It wasn't completely out in the open but it wouldn't take much for prying eyes and inquisitive minds to see what we would soon be up to.

"Here," Melanie said breathlessly.

"Here? Uh, it's not exactly... private."

"So?"

She kissed my chest and briefly sucked on my nipple after saying that, and... well, there went the rest of my objections and inhibitions.

Quickly we laid the towels down on the hot sand. Melanie eased me on to my back and she straddled on top of me. She pulled down her top and exposed her breasts to me. I hungrily suckled one and played with the other.

"God, Matt, that's so good!" she panted.

I spent a couple of minutes lavishing her boobs, trading them back and forth in my mouth so neither was neglected. She stopped me only to take my breath away with a powerful kiss.

"Oh Matt," Melanie begged. "You've got me so worked up already! I need you to fuck me! Please!"

"Yeah, I'm going to fuck you so good," I answered. "I'm as hot for you as you are for me."

Melanie's beautiful smile brightened even further the brilliant surroundings. She slid my swim shorts down to expose my hard-as-steel erection, and pulled aside her bikini bottoms, displaying her glistening pussy. She gently gripped my pole, lined herself up and eased herself down, little by little, until I was buried inside her to the hilt.

"God, Melanie, you're so hot and tight!" I groaned.

She leant forward and whispered in my ear, "I've been dying to have this inside me all day! I love how you fill me up! Mmmm, now I'm gonna ride you like the stud you are!"

"Ride me, baby," I whispered back, and kissed her.

Melanie rode me, all right... she rode me for all she was worth. She pistoned up and down and soon had me so fired up that I met her thrusts halfway. I was never going to last long, at this rate.

"Sorry," I grunted.

"Why?" she asked.

"Not gonna last... much longer! Gonna... OH!... cum!"

"It's OK, baby! Me too! OOOH! Cum with me!"

I could only hope our breathless words of encouragement to each other weren't too loud. She leaned down and buried her face in my chest, trying to use it to muffle her screams. I grit my teeth and only groaned softly despite the intense sensations. We came together, hard, and it was glorious.

After a brief rest I patted Melanie's ass affectionately. "Maybe we should get going," I said, though I didn't really want to.

"OK," she replied and kissed my forehead.

We got up and tried to straighten ourselves up as best we could. When we came around the sand dune we saw a few people in the vicinity. It was a mixture of prudish-looking people, insulted that we could even THINK of doing something as sinful as we just did, and others who gave us a round of applause to indicate they enjoyed the entertainment. We both blushed and took off wordlessly for her car, but by the time we got there we got over the embarrassment and laughed the whole thing off.

She drove me home and sighed when we got there. "I hate to see this weekend over so soon," she said. "I had a great time with you, Matt!"

"I did too, Melanie," I said. "I loved every single minute of it. I want to get together with you again, as soon as possible. What do you say?"

"Of course! You're not going to get away from me that easily!"

"Why would I want to get away from you?"

"Thank you Matt, that's sweet. Call me real soon, OK?"

"OK."

We shared a long slow kiss goodbye. "I'll miss you, Matt," she said, and giggled as she gave my manhood a gentle squeeze. "I'll miss you, and your big cock!" she added.

"I'll miss you too, Melanie, you and your sexy body!" I replied.

I got out of her Mustang and watched her peel away. And just like that, I realized for certain that one car accident eventually led to one summer weekend that changed my life forever.

*********

I went into the office on Monday feeling like I was walking on a cloud. Naturally, my boss noticed, and he called me into his office.

"Alright, you randy bastard!" Keith said after he closed the door behind me. "Spill yer guts. How was your weekend with the lovely Melanie?"

"It was good," I replied. I was trying to see how long Keith would let me get away with playing it cool. The answer was, not very long.

"Ach, come on, laddie, don't fuck with me now," he bellowed, but with a smile on his face, as was typical, so I knew I wasn't in danger of pissing him off. "How was it, really?"

"Alright, alright already!" I said as I raised my hands in mock surrender. "She's incredible and we're definitely going to see each other again. We both got to know each other very, very well, if you know what I mean."

The wide grin and great big belly laugh showed me that Keith definitely knew what I meant. "Attaboy, Matthew!" he shouted, shaking my hand and slapping my back in congratulations. His backslaps felt hard enough to leave bruises, but I didn't care. The wonderful weekend I'd spent with Melanie was more than enough to make up for the temporary discomfort.

Melanie and I did keep seeing each other throughout the summer, and every time we were together was better than the last. It wasn't just because of the sex, although of course the sex was fantastic each and every time. We also got to know each other much better as people. We had many things in common but there were also some differences that seemed guaranteed to spice up many future discussions we shared. I fell in love with her, and she with me, and before long we were arguing (although she would claim it wasn't arguing, but debating) over our living arrangements. I thought she should move in to my apartment, she thought it would be a better idea for me to move in to her "basement apartment" in her daddy's house.

We haven't come to a decision yet, but in time I'm sure we'll figure something out.

Two interesting things happened at the end of the summer. First, on a Friday in late August, the guys at Williams Collision completed the repairs on my car. They did a great job and I was so happy to have it back. I was even happier when I went to pick it up and saw Melanie standing in front of it. She wore the same green sundress as on our first lunch date. I had admitted to her before that it was one of my favourite outfits of hers, so when I saw her wearing it I knew only good things were ahead of me.

When she saw me she jumped up and down in delight, ran up to me and planted a tongue-twisting, toe-curling kiss on me. Keith had let me off work early for the rest of the day to pick up the car, and I told her so, at which she smiled and whispered in my ear that she had booked the rest of the day off as well.

So I did the only thing that made sense. I drove with Melanie in my badass black Mustang GT to her secret hideaway overlooking the city, where we fucked each other every which way we could think of. Then I drove her back to my apartment where we... well, I'm sure you can guess the rest.

The second interesting event was Gladys and Keith somehow convincing the two of us to join them for a double date. Every time Keith brought it up I tried to put it off, because for some reason it just seemed like a bad idea. Melanie told me Gladys had been doing the same, and she had been reacting the same way to the proposal. Anyway, Melanie and I talked about it a little more and came to the conclusion that it might be some harmless fun, after all. So we finally decided to tell them yes, we'd do it on the Friday leading into Labour Day weekend. After all, we figured, what's the worst that could happen?

Boy, talk about famous last words.

Melanie and I reached the restaurant first and took a table at the outdoor patio where we could see Keith and Gladys coming in. When they did, they looked a little unsteady on their feet. We soon found out why. The slurring of their speech and the distinctive odour of their breath showed us that they had engaged in a little pre-drinking party. "Just gettin' a wee early start on the festivities," was how Keith put it.

Well they certainly kept the good times rolling, ordering more and more drinks as the night went on. It's not like Melanie and I are teetotalers, but Keith and Gladys would absolutely drink us under the table if they wanted to. The way they could both hold their liquor was shocking. And just to make things even more interesting, we soon found out that Keith and Gladys get very amorous when they are drunk.

And not necessarily just with each other.

I didn't catch too much of what Keith was telling Melanie. Mostly because he was whispering sweet nothings in her ear most of the time, at which she would laugh nervously, gently yet consistently fend off his advances, and silently plead to me for help.

I couldn't help her, though, because I had to deal with Gladys being all over me.

"Oh, Matt, you are so sexy!" she said at one point. "If I was 20 years younger Melanie would have to fight me to get to you. Hell, if I was 20 years younger I'd be bent over this table and begging you to stick it in me right here and now!"

As you can imagine, having someone old enough to be my grandmother shamelessly flirting with me with my girlfriend sitting next to me the whole time was all kinds of awkward. If you add that with a guy old enough to be her grandfather hitting on her? Doubly awkward. 

Finally we managed to end the "double date" and pile Keith and Gladys into a cab without starting a national incident. They were pawing at each other well before the cab took off.

"I wonder if we'll be that affectionate at that age," Melanie mused.

"Only one way to find out," I suggested.

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"Stay with me for the rest of our lives, and in 40 years from now we'll test and see how affectionate we are," I smiled as I said that and it made Melanie laugh that angelic laugh of hers.

We kissed, passionately at first, but my attention was soon distracted by something... or, rather, someone... that caught my eye.

Someone whose face I recognized. Some guy who was, of course, talking on his cellphone.

"What?" she asked.

"He's coming. Heading right for us."

"Who is?"

"Cellphone guy. The one who caused the accident by rear-ending me."

Melanie's eyes grew wide and she nodded to show me she understood. She went to my side and we held hands as we went over to grab cellphone guy's attention.

"Hey!" I yelled.

He slowed down and noticed us. "Uh, do I know you?" he asked nervously.

"Sort of. I drive a black Mustang GT. About six weeks ago you ran your car into the back of me and caused a big accident."

Cellphone guy's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Oh god I'm so sorry, man..." he started to say before I interrupted him.

"No, it's OK, it's all in the past, I came out fine and so did my car. Actually... I wanted to thank you."

"Excuse me?" Cellphone guy looked really confused now.

"If you hadn't caused that accident, I might not have met this lovely lady standing at my side. I met her that day at the auto body shop where she works, and since then we've come to know each other very, very intimately. We're very much in love now, and for that, in a way, we have to thank you."




Body Shop



Melanie smiled and stepped forward. Cellphone guy looked captivated by her beauty. I could definitely relate.

She kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "Thank you," in his ear.

Then she hauled off and slapped the taste out of his mouth. And kicked him hard in the shins for good measure. "That's for what you did to my man!" she yelled at him with fire in her eyes.

Cellphone guy's mouth opened and shut, again and again, trying to find something to say to react to this sudden strike but never quite succeeding. Finally he gave up and limped away.

I had to stifle the urge to laugh for quite a while before I could speak. "Melanie, I have to confess two things about what you just happened."

"Oh yeah? And what would they be?"

"One, I'm going to have to try to never get on your bad side."

"I always knew you were a smart cookie, Matthew Robbins. That is a very wise decision."

"I thought you'd like that."

"I do. But what's the other thing you need to tell me?"

I put my arms around Melanie, both hands on the cheeks of her wonderful ass, and gently pressed her up against me so she could feel my hardness.

"I found that display incredibly sexy."

"Mmmm," she purred. "Why don't we go someplace more private so I can show you something REALLY sexy?"

It was the start of the best ending ever to the best summer ever. 



Body Shots



Samantha took a deep breath as she checked herself in the rearview mirror one last time. She eyed her perfectly applied makeup, accentuating her deep blue eyes and full, red lips. Satisfied that she looked her best, she ran a brush through her auburn tresses one last time and stepped out of her silver Mustang GT. 

She glanced at the apartment door nearest her, searching for the entry to number 117. As she walked, her expensive, black spiked heels clicked on the cracked sidewalk. She finally found the door she was looking for, and smoothed the clingy fabric of her short black skirt before raising her hand to the doorbell. When the door opened, a smile slowly spread over her lush lips. He was exactly as he had described himself.

"Tony?" She asked, just to be sure she wasn't lusting over a roommate.

"Samantha. Wow! You're hotter than I imagined!" 

Samantha and Tony had met through a local party line, and had been talking for a little over a week. Samantha had originally called out of boredom, never believing she would find someone she would even consider meeting. But she had been wrong. This was their first meeting, and neither one was disappointed. As he let her in, Samantha took a moment to really check him out. He stood about 6'3", and had black hair and milk chocolate skin. She completed her once over of his muscular body and finally dragged her eyes up to meet his deep brown ones. 

"Just give me a minute," he told her as he disappeared into the back of the apartment, presumably to the bedroom, as he had only been wearing a white muscle shirt with his jeans. Samantha assumed he had gone to get a shirt so they could leave for the club they planned on going to. 

As she waited, Samantha perched on the edge of his sofa and readjusted the low neckline of her favorite pink shirt. The blouse perfectly accentuated her firm, 36D breasts, revealing just enough to catch a man's attention. Soon Tony returned to the living room and announced that he was ready to go.

They drove to the club in Tony's truck, allowing Samantha to sit comfortably and allow her skirt to ride up high on her thigh. She was more than attracted to Tony. In all honesty, she had almost told him to forget the club, that they could just stay at his place, but she didn't want to look like a slut either. She would be patient. She knew she would have her dessert at the end of the night.

The club was crowded; bodies crammed together so closely on the dance floor that it was hard to move freely. The advantage was that Samantha could press herself fully against tony's body under the guise of dancing. Thirty minutes after they arrived at the club, Tony was holding her body tight to his, and she could feel his hardness pressed firmly between her thighs.

He leaned over and whispered, "I want to get you out of here . . . "

Samantha agreed, and as they left the club, she suggested they pick up some tequila and limes so they could do a few body shots at his apartment. Alcohol in hand, they hurried into his apartment, where Tony promptly locked the door and pulled Samantha into his arms, kissing her forcefully on the mouth, pushing his tongue into her mouth roughly.

Samantha broke the kiss with a smile. "Not yet," she told him.

They sat on the couch and Tony popped open the bottle of tequila, pouring then each a shot before slicing the lime and placing the salt shaker within easy reach. 

"So who goes first?" he asked.

"Why don't you, I think it'll be more . . . interesting." Samantha smiled slyly and leaned back on the couch as she waited for him to choose a spot to put the salt. She took a wedge of lime and placed it in her mouth as he quickly licked the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. She almost lost it right there, but managed to suppress her moan of delight. Tony sprinkled salt on the moist skin, then preceded to slowly lick it off before quickly downing his shot of tequila and then sucking the lime from her lips before plunging his tongue past the sour fruit and into the sweet recesses of her mouth. Samantha had a feeling it wouldn't be long before the game got out of hand, which was exactly what she was hoping for. 

Tony finally pulled away and it was her turn. Samantha was a sucker for a man's chest, especially when it was as well defined as Tony's. She chose the spot directly beneath his nipple, drawing a shudder from him as her lips and tongue moved over him and she moved to his mouth for the lime after she had dutifully tossed back her tequila. 

Then it was Tony's turn again, and this time he wanted her nipple. 

"It's only fair," he said as she pulled her slinky shirt over her head, slightly messing her hair. He stopped talking when she had finished, as he noticed she wasn't wearing a bra and her perfectly rounded breasts came into view. Tequila forgotten, Tony couldn't help but reach out to them, cupping them both in his big hands.

Samantha leaned into his touch, her breath coming faster as his thumbs scraped over her perfect, rosy tips, causing them to pucker and harden. She gasped when his full lips finally closed over one peak, sending little shivers up and down her spine.

He pulled back, causing her to whimper slightly. "Let's go into the bedroom. I have a California king which would be much more comfortable than this old couch." 

Samantha agreed and walked in front of him down the hall to his room, unzipping her skirt as she went, allowing it to drop at her feet, revealing the sheer purple thing underneath.

Tony sucked in his breath in appreciation. "Man you got an ass to go with them boobs of yours," he said as he walked up behind her and squeezed both her cheeks. "Perfect for fucking." Samantha giggled as he turned her around to bury his face in the very boobs he had just mentioned. "And I'm gonna fuck it all tonight, Baby."

"I sure hope so. I've been waiting for that cock of yours since I felt it at the club."

Tony quickly stripped, as Samantha removed her thong, bending over at the waist and giving him a hell of a beaver shot as she did it. Before she could stand, he was behind her, his hand on her back preventing her from moving. His other hand roamed freely around her ass and he leaned down to bite one, perfectly rounded, globe. 

He let her get up, but roughly pushed her onto her back on the bed. She giggled as she bounced slightly on the mattress, relishing the silky fabric of his sheets. Tony knelt on the floor and spread her thighs, gently licking up and down each side. Closer and closer he got to the center of her need, but never quite reaching it before he would circle his tongue away once again. Samantha bucked her hips and whimpered, begging him to give her what she needed. Finally, he brought his lips to her clit and sucked hard, just as he slipped two fingers inside her stroking fast and hard.

Samantha exploded almost immediately, soaking his hand, lips, and the sheets beneath her.

"Now it's my turn," he said as he climbed up toward the headboard, pulling her around with him. 

Not missing a beat, Samantha quickly rolled over and brought his thick, long, cock to her waiting lips. At first, she licked him gently up and down the shaft, flicking her tongue lightly at the end. Then she took him in her mouth all at once, completely down her throat until she could feel her lips against his sweaty crotch. She bounced up and down on his cock as he held her head and showed her how to please him. As she sucked, she began to stroke his balls and the small patch of skin just behind them . . . causing him to buck suddenly. Tony wasn't ready to come yet . . . he had other plans for her.

He quickly pulled her head off of his cock and pulled her up on her hands and knees. Moving behind her, he entered her from behind, pounding into her hot pussy fast and hard. 

"God, you feel so good," she moaned as her second climax built and overtook her. Tony slowed his pace slightly, but continued to slide in and out of her.

He began to play with the small puckered hole between her cheeks, sliding in his thumb to the first knuckle. Still recovering from her last orgasm, Samantha moaned deeply, showing him her enjoyment. Without warning, or even taking time to lube her properly, Tony slipped his cock out of her pussy and into her ass, burying himself completely in one thrust. Samantha cried out, first in pain, then in pleasure as he pounded her ass harder and harder, bringing himself to his own throbbing climax.

Suddenly he stiffened, shooting deep into her ass as she whimpered and moaned beneath him. When he was done, he collapsed on top of her, causing her own knees to buckle under his weight. She found herself trapped beneath him, but she didn't care. She was still coming down from the best orgasm she had ever experienced.

A while later, Tony walked Samantha to the door and kissed her softly.

"We'll definitely have to do this again sometime," he told her.

"I'll bring the tequila," was her reply.