Taxing Moments
By
JL Kaye
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2010 JL Kaye
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With a sigh and a languid glance around the small bathroom, Melanie crossed both legs at the ankles to feel her slender and shapely thighs push her labia together, and, in turn, start the squeeze that pressed against her still swollen clitoris. Of late and with greater frequency, she retreated into the office water closet to masturbate away the onset of a tension headache that inevitably followed sessions with difficult clients.
A young and attractive man wanted her to help defraud the government on his tax return; and the thought of a two-year hitch at a nearby correctional institution for women had zero appeal to Melanie. Where she had an initial fascination for Roger Winsted, it vanished when he presented his flimsy case with a wink and a promise to buy her a drink after work if she did that. “Maybe even dinner, if you’ve got time,” he leered.
She rebuffed the attempt by passing Roger on to her supervisor before quietly excusing herself “to take care of a personal matter”, smiling in apology for the “mini-emergency” of the moment as she retrieved her purse from under the desk.
“That’s the second time today,” Melanie whispered as she pulled her panties up with both hands, turned to flush the toilet and smoothed her skirt in place. With only hot water running, she sniffed her finger, smiled and soaped her hand, as she always did before and after masturbating. Staring into her eyes in the mirror, she announced: “What a waste and a shame, but that’s life; though I wonder how far the supe will let him get with a bogus return like that.”
Her five minutes of solace over, she opened the door and peered around the corner to make sure no one lingered in the storeroom that separated the john from the outer office. Turning off the light and exhaust fan while leaving the door ajar to indicate the room’s availability, she busied herself with creating a handful of new welcoming packets. Her delay also gave the supe an opportunity to deal with Roger without her.
When she filled ten envelopes with the stack of forms required to launch a client-return, Melanie returned to the open bay where she and several others conducted interviews and completed tax filings. She avoided eye-contact with Roger, dropped her purse on the floor in the knee-well of her desk and sat down to wait for the receptionist to escort another person to her.
After quickly dispatching a simple return for an alien illegally working in the country, she glanced over at the supe who still dealt with Roger. Melanie gave him a wan smile and motioned to the receptionist to accept the next customer, an older and stately gentleman who carried a thick and well-worn portfolio.
Melanie rose and gestured for him to take the lone side-chair at her desk while she reviewed his preliminary questionnaire. Looking down at the papers, she said: “So, Mister Siegfried…
He matched her weak smile with a kinder one and said: “Please call me Gordon, Miss …
“I’m Melanie, Melanie Hildebrand, Gordon. And I’m sorry for not introducing myself. My last client threw me a couple of curves and I … Well, never mind. It’s not important.” She looked at the neatly lettered sheaf of personal information and admired the precise way he completed each form. If he’s as thorough as he is careful, this will be a breath of fresh air after Roger over there and Juanita a moment ago. Unseen, she moved her knees apart and together to send a breeze under the skirt and into her thighs. Feels good after beating off. She alternated her thinking between the tender clitoris and 11 pages Gordon completed before he took a seat with her.
Gordon sat patiently while she scanned his material. Periodically Melanie looked up and caught him studying her or gazing about the office. As Melanie completed her preliminary review, she saw Roger rise from the supe's desk and walk over to her.
He said: “That offer still stands for a drink.”
“Thanks, Roger but I’m …”
“She’s with me for now, sir. Would you mind if she completed my filing before you interrupt again?” Gordon sat with hands folded in his lap. Nothing in his demeanor indicated hostility much less annoyance at the intrusion.
“No problemo, pops; but if she’ll answer one way or another, I’ll leave.”
“Maybe you should leave first and wait your turn for her attention until after I’m gone.” Gordon’s voice remained level, however, his eyes narrowed into malevolent slits.
“And what’ll you do if I don’t, old man?”
While Melanie found the point-counterpoint over her exhilarating, she worried that the emerging fuss might get her in trouble. “Gordon, Roger, please settle down.” She looked at both men and waited for Roger to back off a step. “Gordon, thank you; Roger, I’m not available this evening. Now, please go on about your business and thanks for coming in.” Melanie stroked her chin before cocking her head to one side to punctuate visually she had nothing more to say.
Roger lingered a moment, matched Gordon’s stare before shrugging off the rebuff and walked away without another word.
Gordon maintained his impassive stare as he watched Roger leave the shop before saying: “Perhaps I was a little too hasty with him. He might have been what you wanted this evening after a hard day here doing this.” He waved a hand to indicate the scope of the tax office.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m glad you did that. I wasn’t interested in him, in the least.”
“Sounds like a wise stance. I couldn’t help but overhear the conversation between him and the other lady there.”
“Oh?” I must have been focused too much to hear what happened. She looked at Gordon, wondering what he heard.
As if reading her mind, Gordon added: “It seems he wanted you folks to lie for him and cheat the government on his form, which your colleague refused to do.”
Melanie scowled. “Good for us, I guess.”
“Well, yes, that is good. Because if she had gone along with him, I’d have had to leave. But I’m here for the duration, as they say; and you are to be commended.”
She pointed a slender finger at her chest and mouthed: “Me?”
“Well, in a way. I saw him with you before and wondered how he made it over to that other desk.”
“I had a little emergency, a girl thing.”
“No details are necessary. Suffice to say, I applaud your ethics, yours and those of the company. Now, let’s get back to my filing so you can get on with your evening.”
She flashed an appreciating smile and nodded her head before looking at the computer screen in front of her. “That’s fair. And thank you for discouraging his attempt to ask me out.”
He followed with a silent nod in response, which allowed Melanie to focus on his information. When finished inputting the data, she reviewed the filing and indicated his status as the recipient of a refund.
“Well, then. I’m glad it worked out this way. Now it’s my turn to ask you for a little of your off hours time and help in spending what you’ve given back to me. How about a glass of something at the little place down the street from here?”
The overture stunned her. “I’m surprised.” He’s old enough to be my father; but what harm could come from it? If Roger’s lurking around, it might be the cover I need to get out of here without incident.
“It is closing time, isn’t it?”
She glanced at her watch. “Yes, it is.” Then she looked out through the floor to ceiling and store-wide glass windows that overlooked the parking lot, wondering if Roger did indeed wait for her. Gordon stood and gave her a look of expectation that revealed nothing of any intention other than an answer to his invitation for a drink.
After a moment of hesitation and another scan of the empty parking area in front of the store, she replied: “Sure. Why not? It’s been a long day and one drink to relieve the tension after that confrontation with Roger might be what I need.”
“Well, then, Melanie. Shall I wait here so I can escort you down the way or will you meet me there? Perhaps you have some closing down to do.”
She thought about Roger sitting in a car. The prospect of him trailing her gave Melanie a chill. “No, Gordon, there’s nothing for me to do but bundle your papers together and leave. Why don’t you wait over there for a couple of minutes and we’ll walk down the street together?” With a finger pointing to the waiting area, she sat back down and inserted his tax materials neatly in a folder and initialed the outside.
After clocking out two minutes later, Melanie grabbed her purse, put a leather jacket over one arm and joined Gordon at the front door, waving back to the small coterie of tax preparers huddled with the supe reviewing their respective days. Nothing happens in those skull sessions, anyway, she thought as Gordon held the door for her. They walked along the store fronts leading to the street and she studied the few cars that remained but didn’t see any that might belong to Roger, which allowed her to focus more completely on the small-talk she expected would come from Gordon.
Instead of the usual banter about the weather or the neighborhood, Gordon got her to open up with deft questions that followed complimentary remarks, none of which sounded to her like a come-on. “You did a nice job on my return, anticipating where I might have made erroneous assumptions that could have caused a problem. Have you been doing this long?”
“Second year; long enough to be dangerous. Based on what I saw of your back-up, you’re quite savvy about business. Why don’t you …”
“Do my own? And miss an opportunity to meet nice people like you? Not on a bet.” Without missing a beat, he added: “Tell me, what’s the most difficult part of your job?”
“Other than deflecting unwanted advances from guys like Roger?”
He laughed, so infectiously that instead of her usual nervous chuckle, she gushed with a real one of her own. I like the confident way he has. Makes me feel comfortable. None of the thinly disguised double entendres I get from the Rogers of this world, she thought as they reached the bar.
Through two rounds of drinks, the conversation stayed the same. The deeper into the second glass of alcohol, the more she opened up and told him things she never told another man, whether on a date or even in therapy. Is it the martinis or Gordon that has me spilling my guts so freely?
As closing time neared, she wanted to put a cork in something, either her mouth to stop spouting off or her crotch, which seemed to have a mind of its own, wanting something. Surreptitiously, with a hand in her lap, she gently touched herself through the fabric of her skirt and realized that masturbation resolved only one problem, but didn’t dispel loneliness.
Moments later, Gordon innocently asked a question about how often she encountered the likes of Roger and it reminded Melanie of her vulnerability. She put a hand over the lip of the martini glass and said: “Gordon, this has been a nice way to end the evening. Would you mind if we left? It’s been a long day.”
“Not at all. You didn’t answer my question about cads like Roger. But that’s OK. Would you like me to escort you home as a final safety measure?”
“Why do you ask?”
“You’ve been looking nervously at the door ever since we arrived, which shows me you’re worried about someone stalking you at this late hour.”
She thought over what he said and reluctantly nodded.
“Does that mean you’re worried or that I can escort you home?”
“Both. I appreciate your concern,” she said as she studied the remainder of her cocktail. “This happens once every month or so and I haven’t gotten used to it yet.”
“I understand, which is why I made the offer I did.”
“Tell me, Gordon, what makes you different from Roger?”
Without hesitation he responded: “Nothing.”
“Nothing? Then why should I …”
“Let me get close enough to make sure you get home safely?”
She liked the way he anticipated and even completed the thought, saving her from making a statement that could be misinterpreted. “Sort of.”
“In the first place, I’m much older than Roger and his kind.”
“And what does that mean for me? After all, you’re still a male and I assume you’ve got all your faculties about you.” Careful, Melanie. You’re tipping over into the personal and he could take that as your sign of interest in him.
“You’re absolutely right, and physically, other than by age, I’m no different than he is.”
“Tell me, then, why do I feel so comfortable with you?”
He pushed himself up and out of the booth and held out a hand to help her. “Because I might be more emotionally mature than he is, which makes me no less interested in the same things but far less insistent and certainly willing to accept any opportunity for intimacy when it turns out to be one.”
Melanie slid out, glad for the hand that steadied her. “And that’s supposed to do what for me? You raised doubt just then, Gordon, and told me in an indirect way that if you had a chance you’d jump my bones just like Roger would.”
“You’re partly right.” He smiled as he guided her toward the door leading out to the street.
“How so?”
“You’re quite attractive and if I had the chance, I’d enjoy that kind of an end to the evening with you; but I’m also prepared to end it without any invitation to do so. That was not my agenda in asking you to have a drink.”
“What was your agenda?” Careful, girl. You’re sounding combative now and he is attractive in an old-guy kind of way.
Gordon held the door open for Melanie as she brushed past him and out onto the street. The brisk night air gave her a chill. She put her purse between her knees and started to put on the jacket she carried. Gordon helped her by holding the collar up.
“No agenda. Since you seem a little wary, what do you say we call it an evening? I hope this wasn’t a waste of time.” He pointed toward the tax office and canted his head to silently ask if she wanted an escort back there.
“Gordon, I don’t mistrust you. Please don’t take what I said as anything other than this woman’s natural concern about wanting to avoid being taken advantage of. Roger left a bad taste in my mouth this evening and unfortunately you’re the next person to come along.”
“I understand, which is why I …”
“Backed off?”
“I was never on, that I know of, but merely responding to your observation about the male psyche and where I fit.”
She pondered the comment, trying to recall exactly what she said in the bar. The second martini clouded her memory. “Gordon, for the life of me I forgot where we started with the issue we’re talking about. I’m sorry. Perhaps we should drop it altogether.”
“No need for an apology. It’s forgotten. Now, tell me which car is yours,” he said as they reached the parking area in front of the store.
“None.”
“None?”
“I don’t own a car.”
“How do you get around?”
“Walk, take the bus. I live fairly close by, so I use shoe leather for commuting.” A car cruised slowly by and it seemed to her that the shadowy driver studied her before speeding up.
“Perhaps I can drive you home then.”
“Oh, that’s not necessary.”
“If it’s not necessary, then the car that went on by shouldn’t have bothered you.”
“You saw me bothered by it?”
He nodded.
The lump in her throat made swallowing hard. “I should let you take me home, then.”
The little rental unit she occupied, a guest cottage, sat behind the larger main home on a quiet street two-minutes by car from the office. Melanie motioned for him to use the driveway that followed the perimeter of the property, which took them well behind the owner’s residence.
Though no one seemed to follow them, she nonetheless held onto the fear that gripped her when the car cruised by them near the office. Without hesitating, she turned to Gordon when they reached her place and said: “It would be unseemly of me to accept this generous ride without giving you a cup of coffee, a glass of wine, a soda or something to see you on your way home, Gordon.”
“I’ll pass on the coffee, wine and soda but if you have a decaf tea or something like that, I’d accept it.”
“Good. Come on in,” she said as she swung her long legs out of the non-descript car and waited for him to switch the engine off and join her at the front door. With one last scan of the street, she inserted a key in the lock and stood aside for Gordon to enter. A car swung into the drive, illuminating the path as far as the trees that encircled the bungalow. Moments later it pulled out and back onto the street and left, driving slowly out toward the thoroughfare that fronted her office.
“That was him, wasn’t it?” Gordon stood in the doorway.
She nodded, her lower lip curled in and between her teeth. “I think so.”
“Would you like me to call 911 for you? After all, stalking is a criminal offense.”
“We can’t prove anything, Gordon. Let it be.” Melanie tried to sound stoic, with little success. Even she didn’t believe herself.
He stopped at the entry and put his hand on Melanie’s waist to let her enter ahead of him. A tingle from his touch ignited a sense of longing in her. She quickly thought that it felt good to have the hand of a man on her; and the longer he kept it there the more it aroused her.
“If you don’t mind helping yourself, the pot is on the stove and there’s a canister with tea bags in the cabinet over the fridge. Please put up enough for each of us and if I may excuse myself I’ll make a quick trip to my bathroom and then turn it over to you in case you have the same need I do.”
“Sounds good all the way around. Take your time.”
“Time. Time. Oh, Gordon, that reminds me, I should have asked if you have someplace you have to be. I recall from your filing that you’re single and not even the head of a household with no dependents; but don’t you have a significant someone waiting for you?”
“In between, Melanie. In between relationships. But thanks for asking,” he said and turned away to head into the nearby kitchen.
She waited a moment and watched him make his way to the kitchen and open the right cupboard, noticing for the first time his athletic stance accentuated by broad shoulders and trim waist. In the little bathroom she wondered how much “freshening up” she could afford before the timeframe would seem inordinately long. Melanie used most of the time to straighten up and put her more personal items in a cabinet before relieving herself and using a washrag laden with a cleansing lotion. By the time she joined Gordon, he had the water near a boil.
“It’s over there,” she said pointing at the bathroom door.
Sitting at her small pub table, Gordon chatted amiably for the better part of half an hour; however, distracted by any noise outside, Melanie found it hard to concentrate on the conversation and a nauseous feeling intensified as fear rose from the pit of her stomach. When she discovered she had only tracked a small portion of what he said, she interrupted him in the middle of a sentence.
“Please don’t take this wrong, big guy, but I’m not hearing a thing you’re saying.”
“I know that.” He paused and studied her face. “Melanie, you’re afraid, aren’t you?”
She nodded.
He pushed the chair away from the table and walked around to massage her shoulders. After several moments, she started to unwind, sighing in contentment at the feel of the strong fingers probing deep into the cords of her neck.
“Gordon, you’re masterful. That really relaxes me.” She wanted to turn and face him in response but the sensation that followed each kneading from his powerful hands put her closer to a stupor. As her head fell forward, she muttered: “Please don’t stop.” A few moments later she whispered: “Stay with me tonight!” And with a more pronounced nod of her head lower, Melanie pleaded with a soft voice: “Please.”
Without a word of reply, Gordon scooped her off the barstool and carried her down the short hall and into her darkened bedroom. She felt like a rag doll in his arms and when he gently placed her on the bed, she looked at him with languid eyes and asked: “Do you mind undressing me, Gordon? I’m paralyzed and not sure whether it’s from your masterful massage or the fear of what Roger might have up his sleeve.”
Still silent, he nodded and propped Melanie up with one hand and unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra. Still in a near-hypnotic state, she waited for him to lower her back to the bed. When Gordon had her skirt and panties off, he pulled half the spread over her and walked toward the doorway. She stopped him with a faint request: “Please stay in here, Gordon. I want you by my side.”
Silently, he returned to the bed. The rustle of him removing clothes told Melanie that her partner for the night agreed. For several seconds the room went quiet; then she felt him lift her off the bed in his arms. Melanie put her arms around his neck and breathed deep of his masculine aromas; and, as he cradled her with one arm like a child, he pulled the bedding down and gently placed her on the sheet and covered her up with the spread.
“Thank you.”
For the first time in five minutes, he spoke: “You’re welcome.” The whispered words came from the opposite side of the bed just before he slipped in under the covers alongside her. When she rolled over toward him, she felt two things: his breath softly on her face and the tip of a firm penis against her thigh.
Neither needed to speak another word as lust took over for both. Gordon’s penis seemed to grow thicker and longer as more of it touched her thigh. This beats masturbation, Melanie; followed by a final thought before she succumbed to passion: I’ve always wondered what it might be like to get fucked when so relaxed. This should be great; and I don’t care what he thinks of me now or afterwards. I hope I’m moist enough to receive him.
To indicate her readiness, Melanie rolled onto her back, spread her legs under the covers and rested her hand on the swollen shaft that she estimated stuck a good eight inches away from his body. I’m so ready for him, for that, I must be flooding the bed. I don’t care. I want it, Gordon, whenever you’re ready.
His warm breath approaching Melanie’s face told her nothing about his first moves. Just as she started to tense, his hand softly stroked her inner thighs while his lips nibbled playfully near her breasts and then on them and then … I’m his.
Afterwards, she thought: I'm depleted. With no energy to move, Melanie stared up into the dark void above her bed and reveled in the taste of Gordon’s sperm, savoring the slight yeastiness that graced her palate. Four orgasms in a day. A record for me, she thought. Two and two. Two here and two at the office. Perfect symmetry, I’d say.
An hour earlier Gordon gave Melanie the first of the two when he went down on her. Starting high and with artistic precision, his tongue and lips dwelled on her well-formed breasts before tracing the line of her ribs down and around to her narrow waist and thin hips and over the upper margin where Melanie’s pubic hair stopped, before sliding into the soft downy fur of the broad V that disappeared into the damp cleavage of her inner thighs.
She liked the patience he showed. No other man ever lingered at her most delicate places; and that gave Melanie a rush almost as wondrous as the climax that followed. It’s like something inside me woke up, she thought, recalling the taste, the tingle and the musky aroma he left near her in the darkness of her bedroom. And all that on top of the two times at the office when I stroked myself to keep from going mad. If she had stopped with one orgasm, the evening with the new guy would have been alright; but he wanted more of her, so the two of them interlocked legs and within a heartbeat he entered her, thrust hard against her thighs and pushed his shaft so far up and in she gasped.
Melanie Hildebrand got off from his power faster than ever with anyone else, feeling better for it because he came with a carnal roar, a lion feeding in the bush.
How manly. Manly indeed. Girl you must be good; or he’s bringing out the best in you.
It remained to do one thing for him, to even the score at two orgasms apiece. He’s an older guy and may not have anything left, but who am I to make that decision? Melanie gave him time to languish in her tousled bedding. It’s not that I want him to go, because I don’t. But the hour gets late, perhaps more so for Gordon than me.
She could tell he drifted in and out of sleep by his breathing. If he’s like most, he’ll get off on a blow job. First, I’ll give him something to think about. Without asking for much less waiting for any sign of readiness, she replicated his moves and kissed him wildly across his smooth hairless chest and then down through the cut where his abs cleaved into two symmetrical parts. Up and down the sculpted torso she playfully nibbled, and with each stroke she went lower; and then around his firming manhood, Melanie’s tongue left a wet trail where she went before cupping his testicles in her mouth. That brought him erect and to encourage her, he softly stroked the inside of her thighs.
I’m close to number five. Melanie, girl, put it aside and give him the ride of his life. If I’m not careful it just might be that, the ride of his life.
To her pleasant surprise, he did have something left, enough to squirt another dram of seed as Melanie used her lips and tongue to hold and titillate him while she suckled the end of his swollen cock. That’ll do him and certainly me, too.
“Mm. Enchanted,” she said in a hoarse whisper when he asked her the next morning how she felt.
Gordon stood at the foot of the bed; a benign smile softened his craggy features. Pushing herself up to see him more clearly in the dim morning light that filtered in around the drapes, she noticed he had dressed.
“Going somewhere so soon, lover?” God I hope not. I want more of that tenderness.
“No need to, Melanie. Just wanted to get out of your way in case you had a pressing appointment or something on schedule this morning.” Nothing in the way he said it gave her an indication that she pleased or disappointed him.
“Would you like to hang out and have breakfast with me?” Hope rising out of desire not fear infused her words.
“Sure. How can I help? Maybe there’s something I can start while you, uh …”
“Get cleaned up?”
“Or whatever.”
“That’s another thing I like about you. You’re considerate. I’ve never seen that in any other man in my life.” She pouted as a series of cascading memories of getting laid and then finding herself alone the following morning flooded her.
“How can any man in his right mind leave someone like you after all you did?” He ran his hand through his hair. “Well, that’s not worth discussing now. What do you have in mind so I can get some of the morning meal started? Perhaps coffee?”
“Perfect, Gordon. Pull out whatever you want. There should be enough stuff.” She swung her naked legs out from under the covers and placed her feet on the floor. She cupped her breasts in each hand, not for modesty but out of habit to make sure she still had something there. When she stood, she announced to him: “On second thought, Gordon, don’t do anything other than the coffee, and make it as strong as you want. I’m going to surprise you with one of my favorite egg dishes. Yes sir. You’ll like it. Of that I'm confident.” And then she strode into the bathroom leaving him still standing at the foot of the bed.
All her fears and inhibitions from the prior evening had vanished with the second orgasm. For the first time in months Melanie Hildebrand had a good feeling about herself as she showered. The warm water and soft washrag on her clitoris got her off as she finished the shower and she breathed rhythmically to steady herself before stepping out of the shower stall into the bathroom. Somehow Gordon had entered the bathroom while she showered and left her with a fresh cup of coffee, a sugar bowl and a creamer with milk.
She shrugged off the invasion of her privacy, unconcerned he might have heard her masturbating. Dried off, she threw on a robe, nothing else, and marched into the kitchen, intending to give him a feast one way or another.
“Good morning,” she called out eagerly, expecting to see him as she rounded the corner into the small kitchen. “Gordon? Are you here?”
Seeing no one, Melanie had a sinking feeling. “Abandoned again, just when things looked promising, though a one-night stand doesn’t qualify for a relationship. Shit!” She sat at the pub table. The robe parted open and she looked down at the exposed and softened nipple she wanted so much to have him suck, perhaps even before they started into cooking and then she planned on sucking him off while they cooked breakfast. A tear slid down her cheek.
“Got your hopes up, didn’t you Melanie. He’s probably like all the rest in your short life, get off once or twice and move on to the next. Well, old girl, it was good while it lasted; memories and some well-deserved stains on the bed are all that’s left.”
Rising from the table, she walked with measured steps back into the bathroom where she stared into the mirror. “No make-up. What kind of a way is that to greet a new guy in the morning? It’s probably just as well he didn’t see the plain side of Melanie Hildebrand.”
As she put the finishing touches on her eye-make-up, she heard the door knob rattle followed by a soft knock.
“In a minute,” she called out. Shit, it’s nine. Who can that be? She pulled the robe tighter around her waist, put the make-up away and walked to the entrance. Hmm, best be careful here, she thought, moving away from the door and over to a window. Peeking through a gap between the drapes she saw Gordon’s car and then the man standing back away from the door with a grocery bag in his hands.
Her spirits soared and she rushed back to open the door, thinking as she got there: thank God I put some paint back on. Oh, Gordon, I love you for this.
Swinging the door open, she saw his face erupt in a broad smile on seeing her. Even when the morning chill passed from outside in, she didn’t feel the cool air on her exposed breasts.
He looked at the open robe, saying: “Nice greeting.”
“Nice surprise seeing you with a bag of goodies.” Faking calm, she added: “I wondered where you went.”
“If it hadn’t been for the unfortunate sightings last night, I’d have left the door unlocked, but I thought better of it. Hope you weren’t worried.”
“No, certainly not now. What’d you get? I thought we had everything here.” She ran through a mental inventory of her groceries and recalled a few deficiencies.
“Just a couple of things you might need, and that I didn’t see in the fridge.”
She motioned for him to enter, and closed the door after him, locking it. “Such as?”
“Some fresh herbs for an omelet, a couple of croissants and a few other things.”
He knows something about the morning-after that men half his age don’t. “I’m impressed, Gordon. Genuinely impressed that you’d think of these things,” she said, peering into the bag he held out to her. Melanie’s nipples firmed, forming two perky punctuation marks to every thought she had about what she wanted more than food.
His eyes drifted down to the open space in the robe, and he set the package aside to close the distance between them.
“I can see breakfast just moved to a back burner,” she said.
“You think we can safely delay that kind of gratification?”
“I want to if you do.”
Gordon slipped his hands inside her robe and they gently traced the outline of her waist and around to the top of her pubic hair, like he did the night before. Melanie closed her eyes and sighed as the robe opened more and she felt a finger from each hand move inward, through the tuft of pubic hair and down the center crease over her clitoris. I’ve never gotten off in the kitchen. Will he do me here? The couch is closer than the bedroom, but then he’ll have more room to explore me if we’re in there. Do something, Melanie, and make a decision for him. The tingle from his ministrations traveled up along her spine and into her head.
“Gordon, take me back to the bedroom, please.”
In silence, he complied, lifting her long lean body and carrying her once more like a small child into the bedroom where he placed her on the bed and parted her robe.
She closed her eyes and, without looking much less feeling it, she knew what her clitoris looked like. You little devil, you’re swollen, aren’t you, she thought a moment before his tongue playfully teased the tip. Then he sucked it in, just as she would eventually take his cock in her mouth. An electric surge coursed through her body and she pressed his face deeper into her labia and she came, raising her shoulders and head off the bed, pulling her legs up and around his back to trap him in her as much as she could.
Instead of backing off when her climax ended, he burrowed his face deeper, ever deeper into her and Melanie thought her head would explode from the lust. His tongue darted into the open space and his hands moved around under her and spread the cheeks apart. With animal power, Gordon lifted her a little more off the bed and she rested in his palms, the small fingers sliding up and down the long crease from her spine forward.
Again, I must marvel at what this man is doing that no other has ever … Oh, God, don’t think Melanie, just do. I’m gonna come. I’m …
She did a second time and went limp, totally spent.
“That was awesome. I don’t think I can move much less do for you what you did for me.”
He kissed the flat part of her stomach and worked his way up to her breasts where his tongue traced circles around the areolas until she firmed again. “Don’t worry about it; we can catch up later.”
“What if there is no later?”
“What do you mean?” He stopped nibbling on her nipples.
“This is wonderful and it’s happening so fast. It’s got to end sometime or another; perhaps when you get tired of me, like all the others have.”
“Don’t dial doubt into things. It’s not right considering the moment and all …”
“All what?” She stroked the back of his head, which rested on her shoulder.
“All that there’s left to do.”
“You’re ready for me to do something for you?”
“Not what I meant, but …”
She whispered in his ear: “What’s your fantasy Gordon? What’s something you’ve always wanted a woman to do for you but were afraid to ask?” Let’s see if he’s got any kinky bones in his body, though I’ve gotta say, there’s not much that would surprise me, and not much that I haven’t tried. Though that anal sex thing hurts.
“At my age, fantasies take a different course than perhaps in another time they did.” He idly stroked her pubic region again.
She felt the dew form once more. Am I becoming a nympho at this guy’s hand, tongue? To stave off another round for her and to focus on him, she moved so her legs crossed, barring access to her clitoris. “Do I take it you’re not interested in the bondage thing, you know, leather and whips and all that?”
He chuckled. “No, guess not. And some of those contortions the Asians do …”
“The Kama Sutra?”
“Yeah. That and others like it might be a little rough on an old man’s body.”
“That old man thing doesn’t fit you, Gordon. You’re surprisingly strong, agile and capable for a man of whatever age you are.” She ran her fingers down his chest. “Why don’t you get undressed and let me see what creative things I can do for you?”
He complied without a touch of hesitation and when nude he stood before her, the first touches of an erection forming as he went from flaccid to a stiffy.
That is one beautiful piece of manhood.
Gordon hovered alongside the bed, unmoving and, as he studied her, his erection grew.
I should give him something to grow on, Melanie thought, but if I don’t do the right thing, he’d think I want more of him. Contrary to that, oh, shit. I do want that in me, pounding all the way up into my inner recesses, maybe even splitting me up the middle, and damn if I care if he gets off or not. “Gordon, this isn’t going to work with you standing there like that. Please come lay beside me."
Without comment, he lowered himself onto the bed and put his arms around her, pulling her completely against his powerful body. As his penis slid between her legs, Melanie surrendered to passion, thrusting back and forth to rub him against the most erotically sensitive part of her anatomy. Long before he entered her, she came; and she considered that his dues for what she hoped would expand his sense of her.
But first, big boy, time to put it in me.
She rolled over onto her back and spread her legs wide and then pulled them up to form right angles with her knees. Nothing happened.
“Gordon, are you OK?”
“I’m fine. Fine. As I studied your beautiful body I was thinking how boring the same old same old can be. And maybe, since we are new to each other, we should try something equally new for both of us.”
Puzzlement drained some of the passion for the moment. “You want to try one of those Asian poses, then? Maybe some S&M stuff?” Worry danced around the edges of her voice, not knowing what to expect from the man still a stranger to her.
“Nothing that radical, my dear. I’m still somewhat of an old fashioned guy, but there are some barnyard poses that might work for both of us.”
“You mean like doggie style?”
“Sort of, but maybe with a more human twist.”
I think I should be relieved at that. “Do you want me to roll over, Gordon?” She almost made it 180 degrees when he stopped her.
“Let me do all the work. You relax. And if I hurt you or even come close, stop me.”
“You going to go up my ass?” Her body tensed at the thought, knowing that the one time she allowed a man to do that she crapped all over the place. Fortunately for her, the incident occurred in the back seat of his car; but it ended the relationship that evening.
“No, nothing like that.” Gordon's hands slid under her thighs and he elevated her haunches while he sat upright against the wall, pulling her around to face the same direction as he did.
Melanie relaxed sensing whatever came next might enhance the adventure of his presence and his already proven abilities to give her the greatest of pleasures. Instead of mounting her to form a beast with two backs, he placed her gently on his lap. She guided him into her and she felt him so far up and in that she thought he’d burst through her inner walls into some other part of her body. It’s like having a broomstick so far and high that it’ll hold me upright.