3 comments/ 16019 views/ 1 favorites Bill and Melanie By: magicguy1971 I met this girl Melanie on a part-time job that we shared that involved me working as a photographer for a lot of beautiful women. It was a professional relationship with them and with being 15-20 years older than most of them, I never pursued anything more. When I had traveled up to the city to do a job that had gotten cancelled, I wound up going to visit Melanie at her full-time job at a bar. It was a slow day there and when she got there a little while after I did, she found out she didn't have to work. Instead, she and I wound up hanging out talking for a few hours. After that, she and I became more friendly, hanging out on occasion. Several months later, she was fired from the part-time job and I consoled her over it. We spent months getting to know each other a lot better and became really close friends over that time. Eventually, I started falling for her. She was fun to be with and easy to talk to. She made me laugh and excited me as well as made me feel really at ease. In addition to all that, she was gorgeous and was always as excited to see me as I was to see her. When she saw me, her big brown eyes would light up and she'd flash her incredible smile before giving me a huge hug. She had a tiny waist and a scrumptious little ass topped off with a pair of 36D's on her 5'6" frame. One weekend when her mother was visiting, however, she started acting distant and for a few months she kept acting hot and cold towards me. We tried getting together to talk several times and she was always excited to do so yet kept backing out at the last minute. Eventually she got a job at a new bar and after a few weeks, having not seen her in a couple of months, I stopped in with Christmas and birthday gifts for her. It was a slow enough night that we had time to talk and after I gave her the gifts, she finally opened up to me about what was wrong. Her mother had had an issue with our age difference and Melanie didn't know how to tell me before. Her mother had told her that I was probably going to give up after a while but when Melanie saw that I wasn't, she felt confident enough to trust me with the whole story. At the end of the night she suggested we get something to eat and since I had nowhere to be and the next day off, I agreed. We found a small restaurant we had both been to before and after sitting down to eat, we opened up to each other about a lot more and before the end of the meal, the conversation turned a little flirtatious. I paid the bill and we walked out together and she asked me if I would follow her home where we could talk some more. We got back to her place and she excused herself, saying she wanted to change while I freshened up in her bathroom before taking a seat on the couch to wait for her. A few minutes later, she called out for me to come back to her bedroom. I went back and found her sitting on the bed with just a sheet covering her body and a smile on her face. "Come here, Bill. We have a lot of lost time to make up for." I went over to the bed, with a definite stirring in my crotch and sat down next to her, taking her hand. "We don't need to do this if you don't want to. You don't have to feel guilty about the past few months. If you really want this, it's gotta be for the right reasons." She reached for me with her other hand, the sheet dropping away from her breasts. "I want this, Bill. I want you because I love you. Tonight." She pulled me close and kissed me hard on the lips and our tongues started wrestling in her mouth. I released her hand and placed mine on the bed as I leaned closer to her. Her hand reached for my crotch and she started massaging the bulge in my pants. I let out a slight moan as I felt her touch. We broke the kiss and she gave me her biggest smile. "Looks like someone's more than ready for this," she said as she unfastened my pants. I pulled back "This is not what I expected when I drove up tonight by any means" I peeled off my shirt and tossed it aside before leaning back in to kiss her...pushing her gently backwards onto the bed while she reached inside my pants to wrap her hand around my erection, stroking it gently. I pulled away to slip off my pants and boxer briefs, exposing my 7 shaved and incredibly hard inches before slipping back into the bed under the covers next to her. She grabbed my head with both hands, pulling my face to hers to kiss me while I placed my right hand around her, pulling her close, as I slid my left hand down between her legs, fingertips quickly finding her clit, eliciting a soft moan out of Melanie. I moved my lips away from hers, slowly kissing down her neck until I reached her breasts, deliberately sucking on her nipples until they were as hard as my cock. Her moans were only making me more turned on as I kissed lower, gently kissing down over her toned tummy. She inhaled sharply then, my rigid cock rubbing against her lower leg as I moved lower until I came to her already wet pussy. "Ohhhhh" she moaned as she felt my breath just before my tongue rubbed against her shaven pussy lips. I gently ran my tongue up and down just inside her folds as she started running her fingers through my hair. Once my tongue rubbed up against her clit...she got a little more aggressive, grabbing my hair, her legs writhing in her enjoyment. I started nibbling on her clit and slid a finger into her snug pussy, exploring and probing until I found her gspot, rubbing my fingertip against it while I tugged at her clit gently with my lips. She started breathing more quickly and heavily as she let out a moan. "Ohhhhhhh Bill!" she cried out as she reached orgasm. I kept at it, starting to nibble on her clit as I slid a second finger into her soaking wet pussy, exploring her tight slit and causing her to continue to moan. After a few minutes of this, I finally pulled my fingers away and I licked them clean as we looked into each other's eyes. I slid up over her body, grasping my stiff dick as she reached down to spread her pussy lips apart. I pushed into her slowly and our hips started rocking together as the velvety walls of her pussy milked my manhood for all it was worth. We kissed, hard, as the desire that had been building up from the time apart overcame us. She climaxed, her pussy clamping down hard on my cock. We broke away from the kissing and looked into each other's eyes, lust showing in hers as my cock started throbbing harder. "I'm so close," I breathlessly whispered "I want you" she said in response and then I exploded, cumming harder than I ever had before, every drop shooting into this beautiful girl's pussy. My body shuddered as I came and after my cock finally grew limp, I pulled out, laying back on the bed next to my lover as she lay her head on my chest and I drifted off to sleep, totally spent. Bill and Melanie Find Each Other As he exited his car in the super market parking lot and walked toward the entrance someone shouted out his name. "Bill!" An obvious female voice yelled out. He looked up, trying to find the source of the woman shouting his name. He almost didn't recognize her. She'd be what, twenty four by now? A young blond woman in worn jeans and an oxford shirt was standing just a few feet ahead of him. It was Melanie. He had first met her ten years earlier when he and his former wife had moved into a small subdivision only a couple of miles away. She had been their first baby sitter in the new house; she had lived directly across the street. A neighborhood of young couples with children, it had been ripe with available sitters. Melanie had been the best--that perfect combination. She was responsible and mature for her age and both kids adored her. He had treated her as a responsible young lady--not as a child. She had come to him with typical adolescent problems but their conversations had never strayed to sexual matters. He had become not a replacement for her own father, who could be a bit distant, but not like an older brother, either. He had never had the slightest sexual feelings toward her. He had been a mentor and they had shared mature but never flirtatious conversations. At fourteen she had been tall, gangly and rail skinny. As a young teen she had been cute but certainly not pretty. She played with the kids--she entertained them. She was firm and loving and as perfect a sitter as there was in the neighborhood. The kids enjoyed their time with Melanie so much that they were always asking when mommy and daddy were going out again so that Melanie could come over. He had lost track of Melanie in her senior year of high school. She wasn't around much; he hardly recalled seeing her come and go across the street. The kids had gotten older and didn't need a sitter for short outings. As Melanie got into senior year activities and boys she was often not available to sit. He remembered seeing her once; on that occasion he hardly recognized her. He was down at the dock preparing to take a Catamaran out for a couple of hours. There were often young girls in skimpy bathing suits hanging around looking for a boat to go out on. Most could sail and would help crew. Most were also underage so he avoided them. He heard another man who was working on his boat say something to one of the girls--calling her Mel. The young lady in question was a stunning example of late teen womanhood. Blond, tall and well formed with, as they used to say, an impressive rack--easily the most attractive young woman in sight. She recognized him before he recognized her. "Hi Mr. Davis!" She exclaimed, smiling broadly. What a smile, he thought. "Melanie? I almost didn't recognize you. How have you been?" He had replied incredulously. "It's Mel, Mr. Davis, only my parents call me Melanie anymore." She had replied, moving toward his boat. Oddly, he knew her birthday. She had been like family and her birthday had always been marked on the calendar on the refrigerator. She would just have celebrated her nineteenth birthday in the last few months. She was certainly not the Melanie he remembered. She'd gained a smidgen of height--easily five eight or better--but there was nothing gangly or awkward about her. She was a stunning young woman; when she smiled she was absolutely enticing. He realized she would be graduating from high school in a few weeks. "It's Bill, Mel, call me Bill." Bill replied. Melanie asked immediately about the children; she had loved sitting for them and had missed it. Bill asked her about college; she would be attending a school in the Northern part of the state some four hours away. She got serious for a moment, expressing sorrow at the demise of his marriage. His first wife had hit the ten year mark and decided she needed to find herself. She had initially demanded custody of the kids--primarily for the child support she would receive. Their daughter had asked to leave and live with dad. A school counselor, an independent shrink and a court appointed advocate had agreed. His ex thought she should still receive the same amount of child support; she obviously lost on that count. Within a year she had remarried a guy with some coin--the first of three marriages over the next ten years, including one to a drug dealer. Husband number two in her string of four didn't want a little boy around, so both children now lived with their dad. She no longer needed the child support--therefore, she no longer needed the children. Years later, when the kids were in their middle to late twenties and his ex was on husband number four, they all reconciled. Husband number four was a fine man and the ex had mellowed. At the time he met Melanie at the dock, the children didn't even want to go visit mom a hundred miles away. Finally it was agreed without lawyers and judges that they didn't have to. Bill quickly brought Mel up to speed on the sordid details. He could tell that she felt genuine sorrow at what his children had endured. She asked how he was doing. He said he was fine and had moved soon after the divorce to a new house a couple of miles away--another reason, he realized, why he had lost touch with Melanie. She asked him if he was dating anyone special; he asked her the same question. Neither had anyone special in their lives. He was going to sail for a couple of hours while the kids were in school. Raising two kids with a full time--seldom nine to five--job was difficult. He had passed on a promotion, choosing to stay in sales where his hours were more flexible. He made good money--over two hundred thousand the previous year. He had done the job long enough and knew his customers well enough that the job had become easier as the years had passed. His customers liked him and knew of his situation; if he had to cut an appointment short--or even cancel--to pick up a sick child at school, they understood. "Mel, I'm only going out for a couple of hours. Do you want to come along?" He asked. Melanie thought for a moment, then answered. "Sure, I'd love to. That's a great Cat. I wondered who it belonged to." The Catamaran was not the typical Hobie variety; it was considerably bigger and faster. Like all small Catamarans it wasn't terribly comfortable, having a stretched canvas surface on which to sit, lie or precariously stand on. It was easier to sail with two. Melanie quickly demonstrated that she knew her way around a boat of this type. They beached off of a little island at the entrance to open water. They walked the short distance to the ocean side and briefly swam in the light surf. He swam closer to her than he would normally have in this situation; she made no effort to increase the separation. He felt familiar stirrings as they frolicked in the water. Her bathing suit, already tiny, became almost transparent in the warm salt water. Her nipples were clearly visible and quite obviously erect--as was his cock. Her breasts were magnificent--full, firm and in perfect proportion to the rest of her body. As she dived under the water, the thin fabric clung to her butt crack alluringly. If you looked up the definition of the perfect female behind in the dictionary--hers would be pictured with no other explanation. As he exited the water, he could clearly see the outline of her closely shaved slit. It was unlikely that she could miss the boner he was sprouting in spite of his efforts to hide it. Christ. He thought. She's like family--almost one of your own kids. Her parents were a little strange, not particularly warm and affectionate--but not bad parents. Melanie had become like a third child. Making a move on this nubile nineteen year old girl would feel incestuous. They completed their voyage and said their goodbyes at dockside. She had to get home as did he. They neither kissed nor embraced; it just didn't seem appropriate. Not having any close female companionship on the horizon, he went home to shower and jerk off with the vision of the beautiful young Melanie providing all the stimulation required. Melanie was nineteen; Bill was thirty-four. The fifteen year age difference was insurmountable to him. In Arkansas and a number of other states, he could be old enough to be her father. He had not seen Melanie in five years; he was now thirty-nine and Melanie was twenty-four. He had completely lost track of her while she was away in college. Evidently, he was to discover, she went to school year round to graduate early. She loved her parents, but they were not terribly close. They still treated her like a child. She'd worked to get her degree quickly, get a job and move out of her parents' house as soon as possible. As they entered the store, they both got shopping carts and ended up roaming the aisles together, catching up on the past five years. She had not a hint of makeup nor any jewelry. Her hair was tied back in a simple pony tail. Her face had matured. Her supple breasts were evident under the oxford button down shirt. It was obvious that she neither wore--nor needed-- a bra. It was astounding to realize that he had known this young lady for ten years, albeit with many and prolonged gaps in their relationship. She asked immediately about the children--now sixteen and twelve. Both were mature for their age. They didn't need baby sitters anymore. His sixteen year old daughter was very responsible. The two children were very close. The four year age difference between his son and daughter precluded much sibling rivalry. He occasionally would hire a sitter if work demanded that he be gone overnight--normally an older woman who lived a couple of houses down and was widowed. Their conversation turned to their respective love lives. She had had a serious boyfriend through college; the relationship had ended when they graduated. She didn't seem terribly broken up over it. She was not seeing anyone seriously at the present time. He dated--less often than he would have liked to with the responsibilities of a demanding job and two children to raise. He had no serious love interest--and none on the horizon. Their conversation was friendly and relaxed. She smiled easily. She was very bright with a sharp wit that he shared. She had taken a job with a local advertising firm with a nationally recognized name. She had received better offers upon graduation but loved the ocean and the warm climate in which she had grown up. As their respective groceries were rung up, he desperately wanted to find some way to have future contact with Melanie. She was fifteen years his junior. He couldn't just ask her out. As he looked at her, he sensed that she too wanted to see him again in some context. She spoke first as they wheeled their carts to their respective cars. "I don't suppose the kids need baby sitting anymore now that Caitlin is sixteen, do they?" He had his opening. "It's funny that you should mention that. Most times, Caitlin can handle it--unless I've got to go out of town overnight. Don't tell me you are supplementing your corporate income with a little baby sitting on the side?" She laughed. God she was pretty when she laughed. "No, but I'd love to see them." His pulse quickened as he replied. "Well I don't know if it would fit with your schedule, but Friday night--I know it's date night--I have to go to a trade show a couple of hours away. I may get back, but it will be very late. If I have anything to drink, I'll get a room and stay over, returning early the next morning." "I'd absolutely love to! Tell me where you live and what time. I'll be there and plan to sleep over. And by the way, you don't need to even think of paying me. Not only were you always very good to me when I used to sit for you, but it will be a real treat for me to see the kids again." She replied. He told her where he lived and she started to laugh. "It's a small world. I bought a condo not a quarter of a mile from your house. I know your house--I've jogged by it on many a morning." He gave her a key. He would leave before the kids got home from school, around 2:00 PM. The kids would be fine for the few hours between the time they got home from school and Melanie arrived. Before they turned to get into their respective cars, they embraced. He would not out of a sense of propriety have held the hug as long as Melanie did. She lightly kissed his forehead; he brushed her cheek with his lips. He hoped she would break away before she felt the stiffening in his shorts. He was pretty sure she couldn't miss it and was a little embarrassed. She whispered in his ear as she released him. "It's been too long. I'm glad we found each other again." "Same here, Mel." He replied, somewhat taken aback by the tenderness of her tone and phrasing. When the kids got home he told them of the arrangement. They liked the older woman who would sit for them when he was away overnight but they both adored Melanie. It would be like a party with a special and dear buddy from their past. Mel called early Friday morning just to confirm the plans. He had missed her angelic voice and it had only been two days. He thought of Melanie and nothing else on the two hour drive to the trade show. Did he want to fuck her? Hell yes, who wouldn't? Would he make a move on her? Hell no. He had no sense that he and Melanie would ever hop in the sack. He had always had a youthful appearance and didn't remotely look his thirty-nine years. He was healthy and in peak physical condition. He worked out almost daily; it was his way to unwind. If he even took her to dinner there would be snickers about cradle robbing--not that he really gave a shit. He had long since stopped worrying about what others gossiped about. What about her parents? Melanie's mom had died suddenly before they had moved across the street. She and her step mother had a strained relationship. Hell what was he worrying about--he wasn't going to ask her out on anything remotely resembling a date. He still couldn't stop thinking about her; his thought were loving and tender--but at the same time increasingly erotic. He did not drink at the trade show. He did not want to spend the night alone in a motel. He did his job and exited as early as possible; there were lots of others there from his company who actually enjoyed schmoozing with customers after hours. He got out before ten. He would be home by midnight. He wondered if the party would still be going on. The house was dark. He tiptoed in, surprised that everyone seemed to be asleep. His kids had left him a note which explained why they had gone to bed. Caitlin had a school trip the next morning; her girl friend's folks were picking her up at 6:30 AM--PLEASE DON'T LET ME OVER SLEEP!!! His son, Ben was going fishing with one of his best friend's parents. They were picking him up at the same time—the same plea to be sure he was awakened was included. The house was relatively small. Each of the kids had a bedroom. He had modified what would have been the third bedroom as a playroom, and later as a study room. The fourth bedroom was a full office. The company did not provide office space, so this room was literally all office. The kids' doors were closed. He checked on both of them; they were sound asleep. The master bedroom door was closed; he assumed that Mel was sleeping in his bed; the thought brought back the familiar stirrings. He decided against checking on her, deeming it inappropriate. Her purse was evident on the kitchen counter; she had evidently walked since her late model Honda was not in the driveway. Each of his kids had their own bathroom and there was a master bath with sunken tub and walk-in shower. There was a bathroom off the office. He had added substantially to the house over the years, including expanding the master suite, adding a large walk in closet and an over sized master bath. It was a one story ranch type--block, stucco and brick. His office was an add-on and was virtually sound proof since it was separated from the rest of the house by what had been an outside wall. He had gone to pains to make it more sound proof so that he could talk to the office staff or customers and not hear any racket from the kids' side of the house. He went to the bathroom off the office to shower, confident that he would not disturb anyone. He slept naked, but had some loose sleeping shorts that he kept by his bed if had to go out into the main part of the house at night. Wearing only a towel he crept into the laundry room off the kitchen, remembering that he had done a load of laundry and hoping that his son had done his chores--which included checking the washer as soon as he got home from school and putting the load in the dryer. Ben had done so. Someone, he assumed Melanie, had folded the dried clothing. There was a pair of shorts on top; he donned them, tossing the wet towel into the dryer. There wasn't a spare bed. He'd love to go crawl into his own bed and snuggle up next to Melanie's warm--and hopefully naked--young body, bringing her out of her sleep with his mouth on her young pussy, hoping she would return the oral favor. The thought got him rock hard. He knew he would do no such thing. He would sleep on the couch in the family room. It did pull out into a hide a bed. It was also wide and long enough for his six feet with room to spare. He elected not to pull it out and make noise. He grabbed a blanket out of the hall closet, found a couple of extra pillows and settled in on the couch. His cock was painfully erect. He wished he'd jerked off in the shower. He examined his boner in the dim light. He had equipped the house with those little blue-green nightlights in virtually every outlet. It had been for safety when the kids were younger. They'd all gotten used to them. He had then in the bedroom in case one of the kids came in during a storm. They didn't bother him and wouldn't impede his sleep. Back to his cock. His boner was preventing sleep. He had a nice cock--he had been told by more than one woman who had shared his bed over the years. It was probably a little longer than average--maybe a hair over eight inches. He knew because all men measure their cock from time to time. He was circumcised. The surgeon had done a nice job, leaving him a prominent ridge at the base of the head. It was fat enough to have pleased most of the women who had decided to test it out for size. It was decidedly harder and stood more erect than many men of his age could boast; he only knew that because he had read it in a men's health magazine while waiting to get his hair cut. He had never had any ED issues. He had good control and could restrain his ejaculation until his partner was ready. With no pharmaceutical aid he could easily get hard again quickly following an orgasm and certainly fuck any woman as often as she desired on a regular hourly basis following his second cumming. His cock just hadn't been getting the workout it deserved recently--except in the morning shower. He desperately wanted to jerk off. He could find a hand towel and some lubricant in the kitchen. He was seconds from doing so when he heard the master bedroom door open and Mel's soft voice calling his name. "Over here." He had replied softly. She came over and sat on the sofa next to him. She was wearing a long, modest cotton nightgown which went to her ankles. It was certainly not flannel. He could clearly see the smooth swell of her breasts. Her nipples projecting through the thin fabric. She wore no panties. The bright moonlight from the window clearly outlined her young pussy and the soft hint of public hair. She smelled freshly showered; she smelled like every young woman of her age should smell. It was an aroma that no man could resist. Her firm young hip was tightly plastered against his own. Bill and Melanie Find Each Other "You shouldn't be sleeping on the sofa. This is your home. You should be in your own bed where you belong." She softly said, smiling tenderly, her face less than a foot from his own. As he began to protest that he was fine here and he had not wanted to disturb her, she leaned forward and kissed him. It was an electrifying kiss--soft, warm, wet and ultimately probing. She moved on top of him; he took her in his arms. Her skin through the thin fabric next to his own uncovered skin was like fire--good fire, not the kind of fire that hurts. She broke the kiss. She gently kissed the edge of his mouth, his nose his cheek and his forehead. "Come to bed." She said. It was not a question. She led him to his own bedroom, closing and locking the door behind them. She pulled the thin garment over her head, then removed his sleep shorts in a single move. She was stunning silhouetted in the soft light. With no words passing between them, Melanie descended quickly to her knees, engulfing his engorged organ in her hot, wet willing mouth. She blew him tenderly and lovingly but with an urgency that said she had dreamt of this moment for a very long time. He knew he had. Gently cupping his balls in one hand and raking her nails across his rock hard abs with the other, she took him deep in her throat, swirling the head of his cock with her tongue as she would bring just the tip to the edge of her lips. She didn't look up, consumed in her need to force his cock to spurt the fluid she so desperately seemed to need in her mouth—in her belly. He neither tried to hold back nor desired to. He shot a massive load that he believed he must have been saving for many years. She slurped his cum hungrily into her mouth, swallowing all of it in several rapid stages—as if she would perish if she lost a single drop of his precious essence. She continued to suck him until she realized that nothing more remained. He went down on his knees, kissing her tenderly and probing her young mouth for the remnants of his fluid. He lifted her to the edge of the bed and began to gently probe her sweet young pussy with his lips and tongue. Melanie rested her hands on his head softly running her fingers through his hair. She kissed him softly on the top of his head. Then she began to feel the erotic thrill of his oral ministrations, almost forgetting his presence for a time as she focused on the incredible feeling emanating from her young cunt. She too had waited far too long for this. She needed little stimulation to reach orgasm as the man she had so secretly and so desperately loved for a decade made love to her hot little pussy with his mouth. She had dreamed of this moment. She had dreamed of sucking his cock--wanted to that day on the Catamaran five years earlier, but had been too shy. She had wished he would have fucked her that day--but respected and loved him all the more because he hadn't. She would love this special man until she died. She knew in her heart that fucking him and sucking his delicious prick might well be the extent of their relationship. She doubted that he could ever love her the way she loved him. She was more like a daughter--she was too young to ever be his bride--he was too proper to even think of it. She didn't care. Soon he would enter her—put that magnificent cock deep in her little pussy and fuck her as a woman, not a little girl. She had dreamed of being taken by this man since she had first known him so many years ago. Soon he would fuck her the way she had dreamed for too long. She'd give all of her body too him--even her tender behind. He had her heart. Now she would give him her body. Her mind returned quickly to her cunt. It was even better than she had dreamed. God he was damned good. Other men had service her with their mouths--none had every done so quite like this. She came quickly. It was a long, hard orgasm that shook her entire body. She softly called out his name, over and over as the stunning series of little waves washed over her young body thrilling her to her very core. She caught herself before saying, "I love you Bill". She wanted to. She did love him, more than any man in the world. She caught herself--afraid of the effect of that admission on her lover's emotions. Bill had also dreamed of this moment for ten years. Her hot young pussy was so wet and so sweet. The blow job had been something like he had never experienced before. He'd had his cock sucked on many occasions—and by some very proficient artisans. He had never had his dick made love to the way Melanie had just done. He desperately wanted to return the favor and make love to her most special place as she had done for him. He so desperately wanted to sink his still hard--and getting harder--cock into this hot little pussy. Right now, he just wanted to make love to it. Love. Did he love her? He had loved her for many years, but not this way—not as a woman--not as a lover. He had loved her as a child, as a sweet girl whom his children had adored. He had lusted after her that day on the boat. His genuine affection for her had prevented him from doing anything inappropriate. In spite of the voids between them over the years, he knew her. He had shared her hopes, dreams and fears when she had been that awkward teen. What did he really feel? What did she really feel? For her, was this just the manifestation of a childhood crush? For her was it just lust--just sex? She was finally going to get laid by that nice, handsome man who had been a good friend when she was much younger. At that moment, he never wanted to let her go. As he pushed her back on the bed, she raised her tanned young thighs to her chest and he entered her in a single motion. It was so hot, so wet and so tight that he thought he might cum instantly with no further movement. He gently stroked her fine young breasts---making love to her mouth as he had just done to her pussy. Oh God, he prayed, don't let this ever end. Don't ever let this glorious young woman become not connected to me. He hoped this would not be the only time he entered her willing young form. He would gladly spend the rest of his life loving the very special person. He knew such thoughts were those of an idealistic dreamer. This was a fuck. It was a special fuck between two people who cared deeply for each other. Yes, he loved her; he loved the woman she had become--he loved her as the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with—as unrealistic as that love might be. He fucked Melanie in the hour after midnight as he had never fucked any woman in his life. He didn't fuck her--he loved her--long and deep. He didn't have to think about control--the desperate desire to make these moments last forever allowed him to give her full measure of the pleasure she was giving him. For Melanie's part it was just as she had dreamed of for so long when he shoved his cock deep inside her. His maleness filled her so completely. He was so hard and so strong. As she reveled in the first penetration by the man she loved, she knew that physically it was even better than she could have imagined. She was not a virgin; she had been sexually active since the age of eighteen--though certainly not capriciously. As she came back to earth from her musing about her dreams of being made love to by this man, it came to her attention that he was pretty fucking good! His cock was bone hard and perfectly stretched her tight young snatch. He titillated the opening to her steamy hole and teased her with short strokes--then surprised her with a ball's deep thrust. Had she not been madly in love with this wonderful man she still knew he could make her cum with his cock--few men, if any, ever had--without assistance from her nimble fingers. She knew she was beginning to climb that familiar peak. The increased urgency of his jabs deep into her cunt told Mel that he was climbing the same mountain. It would be special if they came together, not essential, but special. They did--both sobbing in each others arms at the wonder of it. Neither ever wanted to let go of the other. As the sweet agony of exquisite pleasure engulfed them it was as if no other moment in life mattered or would ever matter—all else paled in comparison. Sobbing through the final exquisite moments of their wondrous coupling she didn't hear him whisper, "I love you, Melanie." He had not meant to say it--or had he? It was more than an expression of post fuck affection. He knew he loved her and would always love her. He was relieved that she hadn't heard him--or was he? As spent lovers do, they fell asleep tightly locked in each others arms. She went to pee. He then took the same action when she returned. He snuggled behind her with his softened but still prominent cock firmly imbedded in the crack of her ass as he wrapped his strong arms around her. Never let it end, both thought wordlessly. Never let me go. Melanie and Bill awoke almost simultaneously an hour or so later. The same thing brought each of them out of the slumber--Bill's cock was hard. This time they joined with no less urgency than the previous time but with more raw animal lust. She sensed that he wanted to take her from behind and rolled up into position, her delectable young ass obscenely projected almost vertically as she anxiously awaited the cock she so needed inside her. He surprised her by eating her wet pussy from behind, then rimming and tonguing her other hole. Does he do anal? She wondered. It was his. He could take her anyway he wanted to. No man had ever serviced her dirty hole with his mouth. She found it incredibly erotic and nasty in a good way. Maybe he's not so proper after all. He'd just tongue fucked her little pooper--the man had a few surprises for her didn't he? She'd tried anal sex once or twice. The guy had been an idiot and an ass hole and she had made him stop. Her ass was very sensitive. She played with her little crinkle often when she masturbated. Bill's cock was bigger than others she had experienced. It would hurt if he put that hard organ in her tender little ass. If he wanted her that way she'd put up with the hurt to satisfy her man. Somehow she believed that even being dicked in the behind by this man would be special. He'd be gentle. He'd get her ready--hopefully with that talented tongue of his. It would be as special as the regular way had been--and was about to be again. It was the ultimate expression of giving oneself to a man. The idea of total submission to his wonderful cock turned her on--almost as much as the fullness she instantly felt as he took her from behind a split second later. Her man—for how long? Bill loved fucking a woman from behind. He was at the core an ass man; Melanie's was the finest one he ever been this close to. The allure of her tightly twisted anal opening was extremely arousing. He wondered if she'd ever done it that way--been fucked in the ass? He hoped he'd get a chance to explore that tight little opening with his cock. He couldn't resist gently fingering around and just in her tightest hole as he began to establish a steady rhythm. Oh, God, Mel thought. He's fingering my dirty hole. He's playing with my little chute. He's rubbing it and just putting the tip of his finger inside. Oh, I like that; I hope he doesn't stop. Oh, a little more. He's fucking my ass with his finger--more of his finger--while he bangs my twat with that big dick. He's wetting his finger with his mouth. He just took his finger out of my butt and put it in his mouth. Now that's nasty--so nasty it's fucking hot. Oh yea, I don't mind that, slap my butt cheeks--ride this young pussy you magnificent damned cowboy! Two fingers in my ass; if he goes for three than I know I'll be able to take him back there. I want him back there. How does a girl tell a guy to put his cock in her rump without coming across as a total slut? I don't want to interrupt his train of thought--he's giving my little quim and excellent reaming. Next time I'll tell--show--him where I want it. I've never wanted it before but I want his cock there. I hope I don't have to wait too long. Once again, they came together, more as a result of Bill sensing Mel's progress and timing his own. They both peed again in separate trips. On Mel's trip, as people do, she explored the medicine cabinet. She instantly found two things of interest. A row of three disposable oil based enemas and an unopened bottle of lubricant that made no bones about what it was for. Yep, she thought. He does anal; as soon as he gets hard again I'm giving him my cherry young ass. She proceeded to administer the enema which produced the advertised results. She grabbed the bottle of special fluid and carried it back to bed with her, placing it on the night stand. She hoped his little hole was clean because she had a clear plan to initiate sex in her tightest hole. They slept in each others arms. She awoke around four in the morning. She figured they had time for one more fuck--her first bottom fuck--before they--he--had to wake the kids. She snuggled down under the covers and began to perform her first ever rim job. His butt was clean, but it would not have mattered. Her cunt was dripping as she became more excited about what she was doing. She gently stuck her tongue in his butt, reaching over the top to hold his, once again firm member. He awoke, turned over, smiled, reversed his position pulled her on top of him and proceeded to return the favor. It was hot. It was nasty--it was so damned intimate. She fucking loved it. She reversed position and kissed him, tasting her own funk as he tasted hers through the kiss. "I tried it back there with a guy but didn't go through with it. I'm a little scared, but I want to give you my ass. I used the enema you had in your medicine cabinet--hope you don't mind. I also brought the bottle of lube—it's on the night stand. I want to give all of myself to you. I know you'll be gentle." He rolled her over on her side, got behind her and again probed her brown eye with his tongue. He then inserted one, then two--then three fingers in her tight hole. She felt herself--her anal muscle--relax. He removed the fingers as she sensed he was fumbling with the bottle. He used his fingers to liberally lubricate her chute. She sensed he was applying the same treatment to his cock. Here it comes she thought. Don't be a cry baby. This man would never hurt you. He quickly but gently passed the head of his cock passed her anal ring. Thanks to his gentle preparation of her most personal orifice there was hardly any burn. He was stroking her breasts softly and kissing her neck as he eased inside her, allowing her to adjust to the fullness. Oh God, she thought, that's fucking big. It doesn't hurt, he wouldn't hurt me. It was a little uncomfortable, but now the fullness—the absolute domination of her body by her lover's cock--was intensely arousing. He began a slow in and out motion, going deeper as she became more relaxed. He swung her leg over and got between he legs. He was so gentle, she thought. He's loving my breasts and my face with his mouth, softly caressing my body with his strong but soft hands--while that big cock plunders my rectum. The combination of tenderness coupled with the constant movement as he was sodomizing her brought her to a level of pure erotic pleasure she could never have imagined. He owns me. I own him too. I have his cock where no man has ever been. She began to work her anal muscles in a playful attempt to hold his cock inside her each time he withdrew. Not wanting to make her hurt from her first anal experience, he allowed himself to cum quickly in her ass—not that he had much control in a first time anal fucking of a woman he adored. She had helped her own progress along with her slender but talented young fingers. As she felt the hot splash on the walls of her bowels she came--accompanied by a deep, guttural moan. Let's see, he thought to himself. She's a beautiful young woman. I'm more madly in love with her than I want to admit. She's an astounding cock sucker, an amazing fuck--and just asked me to fuck her behind--and seemed to enjoy it. My kids love her as much or more than there own mother. I like her. She has a fantastic sense of humor. I have enjoyed talking to her since she was fourteen years old. She probably wants children of her own--I'm very okay with that. We make love together as if we were made to. I'm not attached, not even dating anyone. Oh yea, I'm fifteen years older than Melanie—that's a problem. This is not permanent; it's some combination of lust and love. She needs to find a nice young man closer to her own age and settle down and make a family. A while later he awakened, showered, dressed and got ready to wake his kids. She woke up and asked if she should leave before they got out of bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and took her in his arms, gently kissing the sleep from her eyes. "You should never leave. You should stay in my bed forever." He said, confusing and thrilling her in the same breath. "Caitlin's pretty damned sharp--and it's about time for you to have that father son talk with Ben. They'll figure it out. It might be awkward." She replied seriously. "I'm not ashamed of what we did. I'm not ashamed of how I feel about you. I don't want this to be a one night stand. I don't know where we are going but we need to talk about it." He said, kissing her warmly again as he headed for the door. How he feels about me? Does he love me? Is he in love with me as a man loves a woman? He made love to me—several times--like a man who is in love more than a man who is just getting fucked--although the fucking was fabulous. It's the age thing. I'm not at all close to my step mother and wouldn't care what she thought anyway. Dad's become more distant since he married her over ten years ago. I wouldn't think of asking them to contribute to a wedding. A wedding—hold on girl--you're getting way ahead of yourself. Maybe he doesn't want to be married again. Maybe he just hasn't met the right woman. Am I the right woman? He's hung up on it--it's the age thing. I'm not; fifteen years is not that big a deal in the modern world. He deserves a trophy wife--if he really loves me. I wonder if he wants more babies, I hope so, but I could deal with it if not. Could I? I so desperately want to carry and raise his children. You've fulfilled your dream—at least part of it--but in your heart you know the dream has another chapter. You've fucked him, that's chapter one. You want to be Mrs. Bill Davis--you always have. A long term affair? She didn't think so. It didn't fit either of them. They were both romantics at heart--she knew it. There has to be a chapter two. In one version, they'd fuck for a while and then drift apart as she realized she wanted and needed more or he fell for a woman closer to his own age. Bill helped his kids get ready. "Where's Melanie?" She asked, not so innocently. Ben had a mischievous smile on his cute little face. "She's sleeping." He replied. "In the master bedroom." Caitlin almost pursued the issue, but thought better of it. As she went out the door, she turned and gave him a big hug and kiss. He didn't always get enough of those as she had reached her teen years. "I love you daddy. We both love you—we love Melanie too." She said. Ben hugged him and expressed a similar sentiment. Well, at least the kids approved. When he returned to the bedroom, Melanie was just coming out of the bathroom, toweling her wet hair and wearing one of his bath robes. He wanted to fuck her right then and there but suggested breakfast instead. Mel had the same exact thought, but was starving. As they sat down to eat, he just couldn't stop looking at her and grinning. How does one man get this lucky, he thought, so desperately wanting to tell this glorious creature how much he loved her. Little did he know the same thoughts were once again crossing her mind. They both wanted go back to bed and fuck the day away. They both knew they had to talk. They tried to talk at the same instant. He let her go first. Bill and Melanie Find Each Other Melanie spoke. "I need to clear up some things. First, I'm very well aware that I am fifteen years younger than you are. I sense that it bothers you. It does not bother me in the slightest—it just doesn't fucking matter. I'm not close to my parents and don't care what anyone else thinks--and as long as I've known you, I don't think you care either. You're worried about how I would feel, ah, being, ah, seen with a man almost but not quite old enough to be her father—at least not in this state. I know how I feel about you--I'll get to that. I'm not sure where you are, but ultimately I need to know. It's your turn. I'm losing my nerve, and I need to eat." He was going to be practical, real world and mature--say all the right things. Instead he said the three magic little words. He hung his heart out as far as was humanly possible. "I love you." He said, softly. "I've always loved you since back when you were a little girl. Today I'm in love with you--in love with the wonderful woman you have become. I told you I loved you last night but you didn't hear me." Melanie dropped her fork with a clang and began to cry softly. She came over to his side of the table and climbed on his lap. "You get right to the point, don't you old man?" She softly said. She gently kissed every inch of his face she could find, tears streaming from her beautiful blue eyes. She recovered a modicum of composure, enough to continue. "Three little words. Three words I so desperately needed to hear--and say. I love you, Bill Davis. I wanted to say them first--I wanted to say them so many times last night. I wanted to say them just a minute ago. I was so terribly frightened that I would scare you away if I said them." It was Bill's turn. He no longer was afraid to let it all out. "I don't want to beat a dead horse dear heart, but you need to know how much I love you--if I can even find the words to express it. I'm talking about real love, not puppy love. I'm talking about forever love--die in your arms love. I'm talking about a white dress and a walk down the aisle kind of love--babies and family kind of love. I'm hanging it way out here, but I sure as hell hope that what I have in mind is what you have in mind." "Chapter two." She responded as he looked at her quizzically. "I've had a dream for a very long time. I dismissed it as childish infatuation but it was always still there when I was no longer a child. Chapter one was making love with you--we got through the first part of that chapter last night--but it's a very long chapter." She quipped, grinding her fine little butt into his cock. She continued. "Chapter two was the most fantastic and impossible part of the dream. I almost got into chapter one five years ago on the Catamaran--closer than you ever knew. Chapter two starts when you tell me you love me, proceeds to when you ask me to be your wife and ends when we say I do." She paused. "There's a lot of fucking in chapter three--some of which involves making babies--at least one or two." She paused again. Did I miss something, or did you just ask me to marry you?" "I did, but not very well. I suggest you give me another chance--but the first one is certainly legally binding. We have all day. Let's go buy a ring. Let me put it on your hand and propose properly." "I like the way you think, old man. First I need to finish breakfast. Then we need to fuck again, unless you're too tired?" Melanie said. "Eat fast young lady." He told her. They fucked twice that morning; once very tenderly, once extremely wantonly. Both were exquisite for both Bill and Melanie. They stopped by her condo so she could change. "Where do you buy a ring, Mr. Davis?" "I'm thinking Tiffany, they're the best." Bill replied. "Aren't they pretty expensive?" She asked. "I sure hope so." He replied. They immediately agreed on the style, a simple platinum setting with a single six prong mounting. Ever mindful of her own financial realities she would have chosen a smaller one than he did. Tiffany has the class not to put the price on the ring. They picked out matching wedding bands while they were there. She knew little about diamonds. She glanced at the receipt as he handed the salesman his cash card--he's putting this on a debit card? That's scary. She couldn't catch the exact figure but saw enough to know that the three rings had cost close to $15,000. Unfortunately, they all had to be sized. They would not be ready until the following day. The formal proposal would have to wait one more day. As they were getting ready to leave, he stopped, turned and said, "Oh, shit!" He explained the, oh shit. "I forgot, I have to go to a charity wine auction tonight for the principle charity I support. I can't bale, I'm supposed to introduced someone and give a short speech. It's black tie. We need to get you a dress--shoes--a purse--pearls!" He hauled her back into Tiffany. They quickly found a double choker that fit her perfectly and on her garnered the attention of every other man and woman in the room. Another quick $2,500 on the debit card. He had an after thought. A delicate and simple diamond bracelet with matching, understated earrings. She's stopped worrying about his debit card. Next to an outrageous women's clothing store in which she had browsed but never shopped. They didn't have the shoes or purse but they did have an astounding little black dress that made this already beautiful young woman stunning beyond imagination. She's stopped worrying about price--but she knew it had to be $1,000. They just didn't sell stuff much under that price point. Nordstrom's for shoes and a purse--and silk undies. She thought about pantyhose. He told her that she was one of the only women he'd ever met that absolutely didn't need them. He was, of course, correct. She did have flawless gams. They hurried home and made love; then they fucked. Then they napped. As they were both dressing for the evening, she couldn't help noticing how handsome her husband to be was in his evening clothes. She seldom wore makeup; she'd thought about a little liner and blush. He said she didn't need it. He'd allow for a light blush of lip stick. They made a very attractive couple. The dress they had purchased hugged her young curves provocatively; it was all class and no trash. As he placed the pearl choker around her neck, kissing her tender neck for good measure, they looked at each other in the mirror. She was breath taking; the effect was only more pronounced with the unmistakable look that says, I'm in love. The same look was every bit as hard to miss on his face. They both realized in that instant that this was a picture, the two of them side by side, that was meant to be. It was a gala affair with all the local notables. He had warned her that some of these people were jerks--particularly some of the women. Feel free to fuck with them, he told her. None of them were important. Few of them contributed what he did to this charity. None of them had anything to do with his business--they needed him more than they needed him. Bill was correct. She was a confident young woman, not one to hang on a man's arm in desperation. As he got busy with some details of the event she chatted with some of the other guests. She dearly loved being next to him and missed him when he wasn't at her side but she was quite able to take care of herself. One younger man actually tried to make a pass at her. She was pleasant and not unkind. He left to pursue other interests, telling her, as he graciously shook her hand in parting that he knew he wasn't in her league. He got points for honesty. Several older gentlemen flirted with her, but it was harmless. Even their wives didn't get jealous, knowing full well that their own old farts didn't stand a chance with this stunning young woman in the designer dress with the exquisite pearl choker, and, although she didn't realize it, but suspected, several thousand dollars worth of classic diamond accessories. Most of the women were pleasant. She was a very bright, well read and well educated girl. She carried herself with poise; her carriage was elegant without being haughty. They also knew she had a man--a very handsome man--and showed no indication of wanting to change partners. Those who knew Bill also knew that it would be unlikely that she could trade up for a better one; he was in a special class. Some were certainly envious, not only of her date but her youth and beauty. One nosy, but still pleasant older woman asked her how long she had known Bill. When she said ten years, the woman was confused in view of her youth. She asked if they had dated for very long. Melanie said no, technically this was their first date but that they had loved each other for a very long time and planned to spend the rest of their lives together. Melanie told the older woman about his morning proposal, the shopping trip for rings and the planned formal proposal the following day. The matron was delighted. The older woman gave her a motherly hug and hearty congratulations. She was really a very sweet soul. She had known Bill for many years and loved him as she loved her own children. She'd noticed the spring in his step and the glow on his face and now knew the reason why. She was happy for both of them and told Melanie to be sure to invite her to the wedding. There were obviously several women who had coveted Bill Davis for some time. It was very hard to miss Mel--she was head and shoulders above the other women in the room. Most were over made up, over jeweled and over dressed. None had her youthful beauty, the glow of love or her staggering presence. They could see she was attractive; as Bill worked his way back to her every chance he got they knew who she was with. As word spread many knew that she would soon become Mrs. Bill Davis. One particularly obnoxious and disappointed woman worked her surgically enhanced face and body over to where Melanie was standing. "You seem much younger than Bill is." She started in "How right you are." Melanie replied with a smile. "I've known Bill since I first baby sat for his children when I was fourteen--ten years ago." "This all seems very sudden, I didn't even know he was dating anyone" The woman stated. "It is very sudden and no he wasn't dating anyone else--or me, for that matter." Melanie replied sweetly, then iced the cake. "I've been in love with Bill since I was fourteen--I've wanted to fuck him for almost that long. This is our first actual date. We fucked all of last night--I can't remember how many times. I think I almost blacked out I came so much. Did you know he's hung like a horse? That damned thing never goes down. He fucked me in the ass early this morning--I'd never done that before but plan to do it a lot more in the future--then proposed at breakfast." Mel sipped her champagne and took it to a close. "I said yes, of course. I just hope they get this show on the road—I want to blow him on the drive home. Do you suck cock? God, I love the way his cum tastes. Do you swallow? I sure do. Ever taken the high hard one up your poop chute? I'm really a lucky girl. I love him madly. He loves me to death. He wants to have babies. He's loaded--and he fucks all of my holes like a wild stallion--what more could you ask?" The obnoxious woman drifted away in shock--speechless and fully realizing that there was no way anyone else in the room would believe her if she told them what Mel had said. She doubted that she'd even have the nerve. The charity auction was on various lots of premium wine. Bill bid on a number of them and won several. A buffet dinner had been included so neither of left the gala hungry for anything but each other. Melanie realized she knew little about Bill's family—parents, siblings or whatever. She did not blow him on the drive home. The buckets seats made it almost impossible. She did take his hard cock in her mouth as soon as they got home. Fortunately both of the kids were spending the night with friends. They made love all night in every way and in every location they could think of. She particular relished the slow ass fuck from behind in the hot tub. As they talked over breakfast Bill agreed that the hot tub was the best one--not that there had been any bad ones. The kids would be home around lunch time. They agreed that they needed to know. Before either of them could begin to explain how much they were in love with each other, his son Ben asked if they were going to get married—if Melanie would be his new step mom. As he said yes, Caitlin wanted to know when. Soon, but they hadn't chosen a date. Where was the ring? Caitlin wanted to know. The ring--rings. They were at Tiffany. Let's go get the rings, exclaimed both children. They all piled into the car and headed for the mall about twenty minutes away. Both kids were a little confused about how there dad could have proposed without a ring. When they got home, Mel excused them for a moment to talk to Bill. He had wanted to make the formal proposal in a romantic setting. She suggested that there were no two people more important to both of them than Ben and Caitlin. They went back into the living room and informed the children. Ben wanted to take pictures; that seemed like a good idea. A few minutes later, down on one knee, Bill proposed to the woman that he would spend the rest of his life with. It was a tender and special proposal. There wasn't a dry eye in the house after he slipped the ring on her hand and Melanie said yes—she wanted to be Mrs. Bill Davis for the rest of her life. The four of them hugged together, each very happy at the magic event that had just occurred. For Ben at age twelve, it would be like having a mom again, one he had known and loved since had been two. For Caitlin it would include a sense of having a big sister--but also a mom, just a young one. Caitlin wanted to know if they would have babies--she hoped so. She was thrilled when they said yes--as was Ben. Melanie called her father. She found out that he and her step mother had finally split. Mel was neither surprised nor upset. Early that evening she and Bill went to see him. He was surprised to say the least. He knew Bill was a good man and in spite of the age difference realized that his daughter was very much in love. Melanie asked her dad to give her away at the alter. He cried softly and thanked her for asking him to do what he so wanted to do but wasn't sure he was going to be allowed to do. He offered to pay for part of the wedding. It was decided that he would take the rehearsal dinner since Jim and Melanie would fund their own nuptials. It would be small; it would be local. It would be within a month. They were married in a quaint old church just up the street exactly one month later. Melanie had asked Caitlin to be her maid of honor. Ben was the ring bearer. Melanie's step mother did not attend in spite of being invited. Bill's mother attended; his father had died several years earlier. They decided to have the reception at Bill's--now Bill and Melanie's--house. It was where they had first made love. It was where he had proposed. It was the place the two children that they both loved so much called home. As odd as it might sound they not only took Ben and Caitlin on their honeymoon, but the widow down the street who would look after the two kids when Ben and Melanie were otherwise occupied. They found time to spend with the kids on the honeymoon. The kids were growing up and quite well knew that a new man and wife need private time together. They gave them every possible moment. It lasted two weeks; it was the first time Melanie, Caitlin and Ben had been to Europe. They thoroughly enjoyed it. By the time they returned home, Melanie was pregnant. Bill had not wanted to wait to have more children--he wasn't getting any younger. First came a little blonde girl named Kimberly. A year and a half later, a blond boy named Bill Jr. Bill and Melanie screwed all of the time. They fucked the morning Kimberly was born. When she went into labor with Bill Jr., it turned out to be false labor. The doctor hinted that there was one activity that could help bring on real labor, exiting the labor room and locking the door behind him. They fucked like bunnies in the narrow bed; he had to take her from behind due to the prominent belly she had acquired. When they were not supposed to fuck immediately following each delivery, she gave him her ass. She had gotten to enjoy his cock there very much. Sadly, but happily, Caitlin and Ben grew up and went away to college--not too far--they saw them often. Bill and Melanie had new young ones to tend to. Having young children in the house made Bill feel younger than his years. Loving his beautiful young wife every day assured it. They had made a pact. Unless one or the other was deathly ill, they would screw or go down on each other every night before drifting off to sleep. Their mutual oral expertise generally resulted in a follow up penetration of one of Melanie's delightful orifices. They also had agreed that every morning should begin the same way. They seldom missed on their agreement. They often awoke in the night for another round, filling whichever hole had not been filled the night before. Chapter three was the birth of their two children. There were many more happy chapters in their life together. Bill lived well into his late nineties, still, to the amazement of his doctors able to get it up with only occasional pharmaceutical assistance. He died in his sleep at ninety eight--not from anything in particular--just old age. He died in the arms of his young bride of eighty-three. They had enjoyed a quiet fuck that very morning. That night he had fallen asleep before they could complete their nightly ritual. He was survived by four children, twelve grand children and three great grand children--and his loving bride of fifty eight years. Edited by littleredjammies. Bill and Melanie's Fling Hi. My name is Bill and I live in a large town in the north of England. I'm 35 years old and I have this urge to share some of the fantastic experiences I have had with you. Some might call it a confession, but I don't agree with that definition because I have no regrets for the things I have done. In fact they were all rather enjoyable! I will start with a recent occurrence as it is fresh in the mind, but I look forward to regaling you with some of my earlier actions at a later date. Last weekend my wife was feeling somewhat under the weather, and so I decided to take our two boys out for the afternoon to give her chance to rest and recuperate. I took the boys to the local indoor play centre and sat down at a table in the cafe area to enjoy a latte and a piece of cake whilst they played. It was a relatively busy day there with plenty to look at whilst I relaxed. After a short while a young lady of about 25 came up to me and asked me if she could sit at my table as all the others were full. I agreed on the basis of the fact she was cute! She introduced herself as Melanie and we got chatting. It turns out she was 26 and had recently left her long-term partner. She was now a single mum of 2 girls. She'd come out to the play centre to get a break from the incessant nagging that childcare brings. Whilst we were chatting I got a better chance to check her out. She was blonde, with medium length hair that had been cut really well. She wore a small amount of make-up - just enough to enhance her natural features. She was quite tall, and slim, but had some very nice looking curves in all the right places. I'd have guessed she was a C cup - a nice handful. She was wearing a really tight flowery top and low-slung jeans. The two didn't meet in the middle exposing a couple of inches of creamy white flesh. After chatting for a while I started to notice that from time to time she was grimacing. I didn't want to seem too forward, but in the end I decided to bite the bullet and ask her what the problem was. I was expecting her to say she had a sore back or something like that. Imagine my surprise when she explained that she was having real problems with her bra. She explained that the wire in her bra was poking out of the cup slightly and irritating her skin. I decided that nothing was gained without venturing and offered to take a look for her. Immediately she agreed and said she'd just have to go and take it off, asking me to watch her kids playing for a few minutes. Of course, this was agreed to without hesitation. A few moments later she returned with her unfettered chest beautifully framed by the tightness of her top. I could tell she was a little aroused by being braless because her nipples were poking out through the stretched material. I could feel my shaft starting to swell in my trousers as she passed me her bra. I've always been one for braless boobs, and this was no exception. All sorts of thoughts started entering my head, but for now the focus was on actually doing something to try and help Melanie out. I quickly established that the wire on the left cup was slightly bent and had actually worn through the material slightly. I carefully did my best to return it to its original shape, but the wire was still exposed because of the damage to the material. Thankfully the reception desk had a roll of duck-tape and gave me a piece that I could use to fix the problem temporarily. Just as I was finishing off I made sure I got a peek at the label to see she was wearing a 34C. I handed back the offending article and she seemed impressed. At that moment there was a crisis with one of her girls having taken a bit of a fall. She was fine but needed a cuddle. Melanie stuffed her bra into her coat pocket to comfort the child. My boys then decided they wanted some attention too and dragged me off to the play equipment. Melanie decided to come too. We spent a good hour clambering around the equipment with our kids and I got some lovely views of her unencumbered boobs through her tight top as she crawled and bounced around the room. At the end of the session she suggested that we all went back to her house as our kids were enjoying playing together so much. I readily agreed to this and we got in our cars and drove over. The kids were obviously very tired by now so we popped them in front of the TV and went into the other room to chat. Melanie excused herself and said she needed to change quickly because she was feeling pretty warm. I was quite glad of the opportunity to adjust my jeans as things had got a little constricted in there from the show earlier. I was fully expecting Melanie to return more suitably clothed. As it was I got a big surprise when she walked back into the room. She was wearing a white strappy top that clearly showed she was still braless. I could quite clearly see the slightly darker circles of her areola and her nipples were standing to attention nicely. She also had on a short, loose, black skirt. I got a nice view of her legs and they looked fabulous. Really shapely, and very long, and so creamy white and smooth. I longed to run my hands up and down them. My shaft immediately sprung back to attention leaving, what I thought must be a very visible bulge. Melanie flopped down on the sofa next to me and drew up her legs, letting her skirt ride even further up, allowing me to see even more of her gorgeous skin. She told me she had just checked on the kids and they'd all fallen asleep. Then she started to thank me for fixing her bra. I said it was nothing, but she insisted explaining that I didn't understand. She wasn't so bothered about the fact I'd fixed it, more the offer to fix it, forcing her to remove it. She explained that she'd had a really enjoyable time without it on. It had felt so good and given her a thrill. In particular she enjoyed the way that folks had been watching her, me in particular. She went on to say that she had always had a hidden desire to experiment like that but had never picked up the courage. Then she asked me if I'd enjoyed what I'd seen. I explained that I had done, and explained my penchant for women with little or no underwear on. This brought a sassy little smile to her lips and she asked me if I could do her a favour. I agreed and she leant in to my ear and whispered that she's like me to pop to the toilet and remove my boxers. If I did she would tell me a little secret. I was surprised where this was going but I wasn't about to say no, so I slipped out to the loo and took my underwear off. I did my jeans back up again making sure my now pulsating member was carefully positioned so as not to get strained. I stuffed the boxers into my pocket and went back to Melanie. She was still on the sofa, but as soon as I sat down she got up and went over to the stereo, bending at the waste to switch on some music. The result was another great view of those legs. I had to work really hard not to ravish her there and then! She sashayed back to the sofa and I was sure she was trying to make her boobs bounce a little as she went. She sat back down next to me, closer than before, and drew up those wonderful legs again. She leant in and placed an arm around my shoulder and put her lips close to my ear. In sultry tones she started to explain that like me she had a thing for people with no underwear on. With her hand rubbing my shoulder she then dropped the bombshell on me that she'd removed her panties earlier when she got changed. She said they were a little damp and had become uncomfortable to wear. Melanie slipped her hand under my shirt and started to caress my chest area. Then she asked me if I'd mind if she told me a sexual fantasy she had. I confirmed that this wouldn't be an issue. She went on to explain that she'd had a fantasy ever since her partner had left that she would meet a good looking guy with a big dick who would fuck her silly the first time they met. She had dreamed of her bending over to do something and him walking up behind her and slipping his hard penis into her sopping wet pussy. She didn't want to lay eyes on his member before feeling it inside her. She asked if I would mind a little roleplay along those lines. I agreed readily. Of course I did. Things were starting to make sense now - the lack of boxers would make this so much easier. And my dick was straining to be satisfied. Melanie leant in further pressing herself against me and said that if I made her cum in the process she would do anything I wanted to do afterwards to make me happy and to satisfy me. I let out a small groan of desire and Melanie chewed my earlobe for a moment. Then she got up and walked back over to the stereo saying she would just change the music. She bent at the waste again and I took this as my cue. I got up and walked up behind her, unbuttoning my jeans as I went. I let my cock out of its confinement and wondered how best to play this. Melanie was idly flicking through the CDs on the floor so I walked up close behind her and bent over her and nuzzled her neck. I ran my hands up her arms and onto her shoulders. I felt her shiver beneath my touch and she sighed. I took this as a sign that she was happy with what I was doing so started to kiss down her back to the small of it whilst sliding my hands over her sides. I then slid them down over her skirt onto those fabulous legs and started to caress them. They were as firm as they looked and so wonderfully smooth. Melanie was breathing really deeply and muttering 'yes!' under her breath. I was really enjoying myself too of course. I ran my hands up the backs of her legs, under her skirt, and started to massage her bumcheeks. In the process I confirmed her assertion that she had no panties on. Her bum felt amazing. It was clear she worked out and kept herself in shape. Melanie turned her head to try and look at me and said that this was really nice, but what she really wanted was my dick inside her, and my hands on her boobs. She told me that I'd find her pussy sopping wet so there's no need for any more foreplay. She reminded me that I could do whatever I liked later if I made her cum, and all she wanted to to have her fantasy fulfilled, and right now. I didn't need to be asked twice! I folded back her little skirt and got a good look at her great arse. I orientated myself and lined the end of my swollen member up with the entrance to her pussy and applied some pressure. Melanie was right. She was soaking. There was a satisfying little squelch as I pushed myself in. She was so tight! Particularly considering she'd had kids! I couldn't believe it. I mean, my dick isn't small - 8 inches or so - and a reasonable girth too - but she was surprisingly tight. It felt amazing and I had to work really hard not to cum inside her straight away. Melanie was obviously enjoying the sensation too. Her mutterings were no longer under her breath. She was really letting me know how good this made her feel. I thrusted into her a few more times to get things well lubricated. Then I could concentrate on other things. First of all I released her glorious boobs from their confinement by lifting up her top. I couldn't see them too well because of the angle, but they hung down beautifully, and were just the right size for me to cup and massage. I started stroking around the nipples and Melanie started quivering and groaning. I kept this up for a bit, all the while pushing myself as deep into her cunt as I could. I couldn't keep quiet either. I could tell Melanie was close to climaxing which was a good thing because I was about to blow my entire load myself. I slipped a hand down between her legs to her clit. I found a beautifully smooth and hairless mound. This intrigues me and really got me going. It must have been waxed which is something I love. I reminded myself to ask her about it later and got to work on her little nub. Within no time at all I felt Melanie's pussy clenching itself around my dick, trying to milk me dry. At the same time she let out a long and drawn out groan of pleasure. I knew I had succeeded in my challenge and let myself go too, sending spurts of warm cum off into the depths of her vagina. We rested for a little with my dick inside her slowly starting to grow flaccid. I gently caressed her boobs with one hand and stroked her leg with the other as she crooned sweet nothings at me. Then after a couple of minutes Melanie slipped herself off my cock, turned around and knelt down. She took my penis in her hand and started to lick the juices off it. A cheeky grin played on her lips as she slurped. When I was clean she buttoned up my jeans, pulled down her skirt and top and excused herself to go and clean up a little. After a few minutes she returned and plonked herself back down next to me on the sofa. She put her head on my shoulder and told me how good that had been. She explained she hadn't had sex for ages, and that mine was the best cock she'd ever had. She thanked me for her orgasm and for filling her up with my load. Then she told me that she would love to keep meeting up from time to time for sex and fun, but that I was to not be jealous if she had a boyfriend on the go too. I said that was fine because after all I was married, but that I'd had some of the best sex of my life too. I slipped a hand under her skirt and stroked her smooth mound as I explained just how horny she made me feel. Then she said that we should have some rules for when we meet up. I was a little confused at this to start with but she swiftly went on to say what she had in mind. First of all she explained that she would be true to her word. She would do whatever I wanted her to do, and I could do whatever I liked to her, but on one condition, that whenever we meet there should be a complete underwear ban. This suited me fine of course. I was already looking forward to seeing more of her body. At this point the children started to stir so I took my boys home, but we already have plans for the next encounter.