2 comments/ 9911 views/ 0 favorites Melissa & Euan Ch. 01 By: Mister_Bates Melissa was bored of being single. More than that, she was bored of having to please herself. Her last boyfriend was a lovely guy, but he'd been hopeless in bed. What she needed was a man who knew what he was doing. It didn't need to be anything long-term, or serious, just sensual, consensual pleasure. It was Friday, and a couple of her girlfriends were going into town. They asked her if she wanted to come along, and having no better offers, Melissa accepted. She wasn't optimistic her luck would change, but when she got into the shower, Melissa decided to shave her legs anyway, just in case. When she dressed, she decided to put on matching bra and panties for the same reason, and a tight, short-sleeved, turquoise top. Whilst not wanting to suggest she was trying too hard, Melissa didn't think it could hurt to show off her curves. Finally, she buttoned herself into her favourite, figure-hugging jeans. She liked the feeling of the denim clinging to her bum, and as they had no back pockets, she knew she'd at least attract some attention. On a warm June evening, the first night of the weekend, town was awash with students celebrating the end of exams, getting ready to leave for the summer, or in some cases forever. The bar was busy, but they were served fairly quickly and found seats next to a low table. They'd only been there a few minutes when Melissa saw Euan walk in. She didn't know him very well - he was a friend of a friend, really - but he was good company, and seemed like an interesting guy. Sadly, Melissa knew he was spoken for, although she also knew his girlfriend lived in another town. Furthermore, on the most recent occasions times they'd met, there had been an undercurrent, something unspoken, and Melissa felt as if Euan had been watching her for clues. She had an inkling he was interested. As Euan headed for the bar, Melissa cast her eye over him, almost unconsciously. He was tall, fairly slim, with blond hair, and in a black t-shirt, thin, beige trousers, and retro trainers, he looked casually attractive. He glanced across, caught Melissa's eye, and smiled. Her curiosity was piqued, and she smiled back. Having bought their drinks, Euan and his two friends headed towards the table where the girls were sitting. There was no space to begin with, so the three guys loitered nearby, chatting amongst themselves. Melissa tried not to give off any signs she was interested in him, but Euan was in her eyeline, and every so often their eyes met. The first couple of times she looked away instinctively, but the third time she didn't flinch, and neither did Euan. Melissa returned to her conversation, and when she next looked up, Euan had gone. She scanned the room, slightly puzzled, and then heard a voice behind her. "Lost something?" Euan asked. Melissa looked up. "No, I was just, erm, casing the joint," she smiled. "Admiring the scenery." "Anything in particular caught your eye?" "Oh, one or two things," she replied, as he sat down on the sofa opposite her. Then she switched her attention back to her friends. "Same again, ladies?" she said, picking up her glass and standing up. When she came back from the bar, someone had vacated a space on the sofa next to Euan, and Melissa saw a chance to test the water. He turned to her as she moved in beside him, but said nothing. However, there was something in the way Euan looked at her that made Melissa's pulse quicken. For a few minutes they each kept their attention on their friends, and Melissa wondered if Euan was genuinely interested. Then she shifted backwards slightly in the chair and found herself pressing against something. Instinctively Melissa jumped forward a little, surprised. Then she realised what it was. She slid back again, deliberately slowly, waiting to feel if Euan's hand was still there. It was. As her ass encountered his fingers, Melissa made no pretence to move away again. She knew what she was starting, that it was no accident his hand was behind her behind, and it thrilled her. Just feeling him touching her sent shivers through Melissa's body. Euan twisted his wrist, and Melissa lifted herself off the sofa just enough for him to force his palm beneath her. Wearing pocketless jeans seemed like a carefully planned bit of foreplay. They stayed that way for a while, Melissa shifting slightly every few seconds and each time feeling a surge run through her. It was primal, uncontrollable, and she was pleasantly disturbed by how much it excited her. She tried to continue holding a normal conversation with her oblivious friends, but it was getting difficult to concentrate. Her heart-rate had gone crazy. Euan seemed to be faring better, chatting to his mates across the table, but he was making the moves, whilst Melissa was on tenterhooks, waiting to see what he'd do next. Euan freed his hand and began stroking her back. Melissa felt him lift the edge of her top and skim the bare skin beneath. Now she wanted him to move down, to feel his fingers against the small of her back, to feel them slip beneath the waist of her jeans, to edge up against the elastic of her panties. She leant forward slightly, and Euan seemed to understand immediately. Melissa tried to disguise her shudder as his fingertips explored the newly revealed territory of her underwear, and the beginning of her ass. By now, Melissa's contributions to her friends' conversation were limited. She was struggling, fearing that, if she tried to speak, she'd be able to do nothing but squeak. Pretending to be interested in what her friend was saying was tricky when she was caring only how soon she and Euan would be able to stop the subterfuge. In an instant, as he pushed his fingers under the hem of her knickers, and down onto her bare bum, it became too much. Melissa stood up as gracefully as she could and walked towards the bar, moving round the corner to be out of sight of the table. Within moments she felt Euan behind her, his hands on her waist immediately, then, almost as quickly, moving down across the contours of her buttocks. Melissa just stayed as she was, not even turning round to look at him. She simply pushed her ass against his palms as they wandered with impunity. Eventually she looked at him. 'What would you like?' she asked, hoping another drink might disguise her eagerness to leave. 'I thought that was obvious,' Euan replied, and he snaked his fingers below the top of her jeans, seeking out the start of Melissa's panties once more. 'And to drink?' she smiled. 'Something quick.' Softly, briefly, their lips made contact for the first time, then Melissa turned and ordered two vodkas. Taking the drinks, Euan led Melissa over to a quiet corner of the bar, away from their friends. He stood with his back against the wall, placing his drink on an adjacent ledge. Melissa put her drink down next to his, and moved to stand in front of him. As soon as she did, Euan's hands reached round her waist, grabbed her bum and pulled her against him. His eagerness to grope her thrilled Melissa. She'd almost forgotten what it was like to be lusted after. Then she felt their bodies meet, and the initial thrill was superceded by a surge through the pit of her stomach as she felt the hard bulge of Euan's erection pressing into her. He leant forward to kiss her, slowly at first, but soon it was frantic, passionate, their tongues plunging deeply into each other's mouths. Melissa forced her hands up under Euan's t-shirt, running up his bare back as he continued grabbing her ass, pulling her even harder against him, thrusting his groin into hers. They paused momentarily, just as Melissa saw the others getting up to leave. "We're heading across the road," said one of the guys. "See you there?" "Yeah, see you shortly," replied Melissa, but she knew she was lying. She had no intention of staying out any longer than she had to. Euan seemed to read her mind. Leaning forward, he whispered into her ear. "D'you want to go?" Melissa paused, stepped slightly away from him. Her right hand slid back round his waist, moved down over his hip, and began tracing the outline of his rock-hard cock. Looking Euan in the eye, she smiled at him. "I want to come." ++++++++++ As if pre-arranged, a taxi was waiting outside as Melissa and Euan exited the bar. They tumbled into the car, and Euan told the driver which street he lived on. The short ride back to his flat was wordless, urgent, mouths locked together, hands roaming freely, new flesh sought after manically. Under normal circumstances, Melissa hated the idea of making out in the back of a cab, but desire overwhelmed her. She didn't care who could see them, only how soon Euan would be inside her. Entering the building, they half-wrestled, half-ricocheted to Euan's apartment. Up a flight of stairs, halfway down a corridor, and they were there. Euan pushed Melissa against the door, unbuckling her jeans with one hand and jabbing the key to the door with the other and kissing her all at the same time. Abandoning the lock, he forced open the popper's of Melissa's jeans instead, grabbing the fabric and wrenching her trousers to the ground. Melissa lifted each foot in turn as Euan knelt down to remove her shoes, then pulled away her crumpled jeans. She leaned back into the door as he moved back up her legs, feeling his hands sliding over her smooth, firm skin. "Lucky I shaved today," she grinned. "When you say shaved," responded Euan, looking up at her from knee-level, "Do you mean shaved?" Melissa laughed. "No, I don't," she said, pretending to be stern. "Is that a problem?" "Not normally," he smiled. As Euan kissed her thighs, his face moving ever closer to her pussy, Melissa expected him to divert his attentions immediately to her knickers, white and lacy and flimsy and so easy to remove, but instead he moved straight on upwards, taking hold of her top. Baring her stomach, he slid his tongue across her belly button, kissed his way to her ribcage. Melissa raised her arms as Euan lifted her top over her head and cast it aside with her jeans. She kept her arms raised as he dipped his face to her chest. Kissing her cleavage he arced his hands round to her back and his fingers found the clasp of her bra. Without skipping a beat, Euan unfastened it, slipped the straps off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. If there was a moment of doubt beforehand, there was none now. Melissa knew she'd chosen the right man to end her unwanted abstinence. Euan's hands cupped her breasts, caressed her, kneaded her, his tongue exploring her rock-hard nipples. Melissa was so aroused now it almost scared her. She'd never been so desperate for a man, so desperate to be fucked. Euan was still fully dressed, whilst she stood there in the doorway in only her panties. As his hands moved down her stomach towards her hips, Melissa knew that in a moment they'd be gone too, and she'd be naked in a public corridor. At any moment, a neighbour could come out and see her like this, but that only turned her on more. Euan's desperation to remove her clothes, to see her fully nude, thrilled her so much that Melissa was fighting the urge to come already. As his fingers insinuated themselves into her panties, Melissa closed her eyes. Everything now was about touch, feeling, sensation, as she waited for Euan to peel the last article of clothing from her. 'Turn around,' he whispered. Melissa did as she was told, her arms still raised. She grabbed the door frame to steady herself as Euan knelt behind her. As he eased Melissa's knickers down over the curve of her ass, Euan methodically kissed each new millimetre of her he uncovered. It had been so long since a man had treated her like this. It was almost reverential, a worship of her body, and as Euan continued teasing away her knickers, delaying the point at which gravity would take over, Melissa began to gasp. Pushing herself back against his face, Melissa thrilled as his teeth grazed her buttocks, as his tongue explored the cleft of her ass, and finally as his fingers dipped round and down into the dark curls of her pussy. Her panties dropped obediently to the floor. Twisting beneath her, Euan was suddenly between Melissa's legs, pressing his mouth to her cunt, tasting her, searching her. With two fingers probing the extraordinary wetness of her slit, he began lapping gently but rapidly at her clit with his tongue. His other hand moved round the curve of her ass, fingering the edge of her tight little asshole. "Oh yes!" Melissa exclaimed, involuntarily. This was affirmation. This was what she'd missed. This was what the right man could do to her that she could never do to herself and, as the first wave of orgasm swept through her groin, she surpressed a squeal. Grabbing the door frame with her left hand and the back of Euan's head with her right, she held him into position. Grinding her pelvis against his mouth, thrusting his tongue and his fingers into her as deeply as she could make him, Melissa rocked and gasped with each surge of pleasure that flooded through her, biting her lip to stop herself screaming. Eventually, frustratingly, it had to end. Her breaths became less frantic, her knees stopped feeling like they would buckle beneath her, and the remembrance of her location came back to her. Instinctively she backed away from Euan slightly, but when she felt the pressure of his mouth released from her pussy, Melissa clung onto him. He understood, and stayed where he was, planting tiny kisses against the inside of her thigh, till her fingers relaxed her grip on him. Sliding swiftly back out from beneath her, Euan unlocked the door. Grabbing Melissa by the waist to stop her from falling, he lowered her into the room, then closed the door behind them. She lay on the floor beneath him, and waited. Melissa & Euan Ch. 02 Lying face down where Euan had lowered her, Melissa felt the hardwood of the bedroom floor pressing against the soft warmth of her body. Still panting slightly, she revelled in the coolness, rolling onto her back to feel it against her heels, her thighs, her bum, her upper back, her shoulders, her elbows. In the darkness, it was purely about touch, about sensation. After the magic he had worked on her with his fingers and tongue, Melissa shivered with delight imagining what Euan could do to her with his cock. Just the thought of him finally sliding inside her made her tingle with pleasure, and though she'd only just come, Melissa felt the trembling of another orgasm building within her. This was a kind of madness, Melissa thought, wanting something so much that self-control became impossible, but she didn't care. Why try and control it when all she would be denying herself was pleasure? Hadn't that been the whole purpose of her evening, to find a man who wanted her so badly he'd do anything to please her? Melissa's eyes slowly adjusted to the weak, orangey glow from the streetlight outside the window. She looked up at Euan as he stood in the doorway, still fully dressed. She found herself smiling uncontrollably. Here she was, sprawling naked beneath a man she didn't really know, a man who was already spoken for, a man whom she'd just let undress her in a public corridor. "You ok down there?" he asked. "Mm-hmm," she grinned. "But I'll be even better when you come down here." He turned to switch the light on, but she stopped him. "No, don't turn it on. Not yet." So Euan left the light off, and switched a table lamp on instead. He stood there in the doorway, gazing at Melissa, admiring her as she lay on her back. She couldn't take her eyes off him, and it appeared he was transfixed by her too. Just being watched by him turned her on, and she sensed the wetness increasing between her legs. Opening her thighs slightly, Melissa felt her pussy juices mixing with Euan's saliva, sliding from her cunt, and running down into the crack of her ass. She smiled at how bad she was, displaying herself to him like it was a wildlife documentary, and moved her right hand down over her stomach to touch herself. "You're stunning," he said. "You're not so bad yourself," she countered. "At least from what I can see." Euan laughed. "Yes, sorry. I'm not being very fair." He peeled off his top and kicked away his shoes. Barefoot and bare-chested, he began unbuckling his belt as Melissa's fingers found her pussy lips and her clit. He let his trousers fall to the ground, revealing his erection bulging fiercely beneath tight-fitting white shorts. Melissa began playing with herself, stroking the length of her slit, becoming more slippery with each movement. She closed her eyes, expecting to feel his flesh against hers any moment. Her left hand moved to her chest, her brain registering vaguely the contrast between her soft, full breasts and the extraordinary hardness of her nipples. Melissa looked up again. Euan was still standing in his boxers. She waited for him to remove them, to finally see him naked, but instead he stepped towards her. Without thinking about it, she shuffled backwards across the floor, away from him. "Playing hard to get are we?" Euan laughed, and stepped forward again. Smiling, but saying nothing, Melissa moved backwards again. Then she felt the back of her head come into contact with the frame of his bed, and she could go no further. Euan stepped forward again, placing his feet either side of her thighs. "It looks like you're trapped, miss." She looked up at him, at the shape of his erect penis outlined inside his shorts. "Are you keeping those on?" she grinned. "I was hoping you'd help me take them off," he replied. Melissa sat up slowly. "It'd be my pleasure," she smiled. "Mine too, I hope," said Euan. Melissa reached forward, running her hands round the backs of Euan's legs. Starting at his calves, she inched her fingers upwards, marvelling at how taut his flesh was, the softness of the light covering of hair. She stroked the bare skin behind his knees, then moved up over his thighs until she encountered the fabric of Euan's shorts. Easing her fingers up under the hem, she slid her hands onto the naked flesh of his bum. How great to grope a man's arse again, she thought. Melissa began to knead and massage him, scratching him with her nails, pinching him with her fingertips, then she grabbed hold of the fabric and tugged his shorts down. Deliberately, she exposed only his arse to begin with, clasping his buttocks with her hands, reminding herself of the pleasure of a man's naked bottom. Then slipping them back inside his underwear, she started moving her hands round his waist. Edging slowly across his hips, Melissa hooked her thumb over the elastic of his shorts and uncovered a little more of him. As she did this, Euan's knees bent a little, and he moved closer towards her. Whether it was involuntary, Melissa couldn't tell, but the proximity of his groin to her face was too tempting. She pressed her face into his crotch, nuzzling Euan's staff through the soft, thin cotton of his shorts. He groaned quietly, then Melissa slid her hands across his flanks to touch him. Euan moaned again as her fingers encountered his dick. With her fingers inside his shorts and her mouth outside, she explored his manhood, committing him to memory. If this was a one-off, Melissa was going to make damn sure it was good. She pushed her fingers through his pubic hair, cupped the pouch of his testicles, stroked the length of his shaft, mouthed and nibbled at him through the fabric. Then she slowly pulled his shorts down. Melissa leant back to watch as she unveiled him. She couldn't remember admiring a man like this before, of simply enjoying the sight of a hard cock in front of her. Euan's dick was beautiful. Maybe it had been too long since she'd had an aroused man in front of her, but he seemed perfect. He wasn't huge, but he was big enough that another wave of pleasure pulsed through her at the thought of him inside her. She reached for him with her fingers, marvelling at the velvety smoothness of his shaft as she stroked him, of the fact he was so hard, so proudly standing to attention. Kneeling in front of him, Melissa leant forward and began kissing Euan's manhood, enveloping him with her lips, running her tongue across his cock head, tasting the musky, salty tang. The taste of a man's sex again, new yet familiar, a flavour of arousal and pleasure. Wrapping her fingers around his shaft, Melissa slid as much of Euan into her mouth as she could. Then she slowly slid him out again. As her mouth left his cockhead, Euan grabbed Melissa's bare shoulders. She looked up at him, then took his hardness back into her mouth again without breaking eye contact. Euan closed his eyes, and Melissa felt his hands run up the back of her neck and into her hair. Twisting her tongue round his cock, she savoured his surrender. So easy to make a man yours, and so enjoyable. Her fingers clasping his shaft, her lips embracing him, Melissa knew it wouldn't take much more to make Euan come, so she gently released him and moved backwards onto the bed. "I don't want you to come in my mouth," she said, perching on the edge of the bed, showing her waiting cunt to him once more. "Or at least, not right now." Then she lifted her feet up and rolled round onto her back. Euan stepped forward onto the bed and in an instant was on top of her. Melissa shivered with pleasure as his cock pressed into her belly, so tantalizingly close to the wetness of her pussy. She grabbed his arse and pulled him even harder against her. Euan reached across to the bedside table. "Fuck," he said. "Yes please," Melissa instantly replied. "No, fuck!" he repeated, and she twisted to look. "What is it?" He picked up a box of condoms and she watched as he tipped it open. It was empty. "Poor planning, I'm afraid." "You didn't plan to take me home and fuck me tonight?" Melissa teased. Euan laughed. "Clearly not." They lay there for a moment in silence. Then, feeling the slickness in the crack of her ass again, Melissa had a thought. "There is another way...," she smiled, and twisted out from beneath him, rolling over onto her front. "...If you're gentle." Euan sat up as Melissa moved, kneeling above her, with his legs either side of her hips. Melissa's delicious ass was the merest distance from his raging hard-on. Euan looked at her. "Are you sure?" he asked. His concern was sweet, but Melissa hadn't felt so certain of anything in a long time. Her need to feel Euan's cock inside her was overwhelming, and her ass would do just as nicely as her cunt. Melissa had always been up for anal, especially when the guy knew what he was doing, and she had no doubt Euan was one of those guys. The slight fear of the unknown only served to heighten her anticipation. "Well if you don't want to..." she smiled, but she knew he wouldn't decline. Euan leant forward to kiss her bum. "I'd like nothing more," he whispered, "than to fuck your gorgeous arse." Euan then leant back across to the bedside table. "And though I may not have any condoms," he continued, "I'm not entirely useless." As he grabbed hold of the lubricant, Melissa smiled again, and turned away. She didn't need to see what happened next, she just wanted to feel it. Euan's face pressed into her, and she closed her eyes as he began exploring the slipperiness between her crack and her asshole. His tongue insinuated itself against her tight little hole. She felt him moving round, the tip of his tongue pausing in every crenulation of her asshole, his attention sending pulses of pleasure through her whole body. With his thumb, he began circling her asshole, smearing her with lubricant, massaging it into her opening, before easing the tip of his thumb inside her. Melissa gasped, the walls of her ass contracting, and Euan paused. She relaxed, and he pushed in a little further. Twisting his thumb gently inside her, Euan leant forward again to kiss her bum, letting his saliva fall into her crack as he did so. Then he applied more lubricant, and continued moistening her, readying her. Then Euan slid his thumb from her ass, and Melissa waited. He grabbed her waist to hold her, and she shifted up onto her knees. Pushing her feet back against the frame of the bed, she thrust her ass as high in the air as she could, spreading herself for him, offering herself to him. She waited. Then she felt the head of his cock against her opening. Melissa spread her legs wider as Euan rubbed his cockhead against her asshole, and with a slight forward movement, pushed the beginning of his shaft inside her. Almost as soon as he started, Euan stopped, only the tip of his cock inside Melissa's ass. She pushed back against him, needing him, and he seemed to understand. In a single, slow movement, he eased his manhood into her fully. If Euan's cock had been any wider it might have been painful, but Melissa thrilled at the tightness of him filling her ass. Euan pulled back till he was only just inside her, then thrust forward again. The slickness of her ass welcomed him so easily that Melissa bit her lip as Euan repeated it. A third time, a little faster, a fourth time, a little faster, a fifth time, faster, and now he was sliding in and out of her asshole with extraordinary ease. She reached under to touch herself, and knew it wouldn't be long. "Harder," she ordered him, as she began playing with her clit. Euan began to fuck her ass a bit more aggressively. "Harder!" she demanded, and he obeyed. "Harder!" she screamed, throwing her head back to look at him over her shoulder. The eye contact was enough, and Melissa came. She rocked and bucked as her orgasm coursed through her, and she felt Euan thrust himself as deeply inside her asshole as he could, and hold himself there. He made a noise somewhere between a groan and a growl, and then suddenly she felt him explode, twitching as he emptied his load into her with a furiousness that only intensified her cumming. Lost in her own pleasure, Melissa was only distantly aware of Euan sliding quickly out of her ass after three or four convulsions. He grabbed hold of his jerking shaft and Melissa felt him fire the final few ribbons of cum over her ass cheeks. His cum slid down into the small of her back, then he pressed his still-twitching cock into the cleft of her ass, into the slickness of sweat and sex, and they collapsed into the bed together. For a few minutes they said nothing. They simply stayed as they were, revelling in their bodies' contact. Pinned beneath him, Melissa loved the sensation of his hot hard cock between the cheeks of her ass, of his cum oozing out of her, of the wondrous, primaeval feeling of having been fucked. Her arse might not forgive her in the morning, but that could wait. As Euan lifted himself from her body and got up to retrieve her clothes from the corridor, Melissa found herself wondering about his girlfriend. She knew she should feel a little guilty, but the only emotion that came to her was envy. She was one lucky girl.