I had known Mel for ages, and had fancied her from afar for ages also. She was slim, smallish, had blondeish hair and a decent figure, but little breasts, which she had yakked on about continuously, since I had known her. Last week, I got a call out of the blue from her, saying that as she was going South soon to get a new job, so she wanted to come and visit me, and tie up loose ends. I had a new house, and she'd like to spend some quality time, seeing me, and the new 'pad'. It was agreed that she'd come on Friday night, and we'd go to the local for a few hours.
Friday night came, and I cooked a little something for her, so we could eat before the pub, and Mel arrived, knocking enthusiastically. She was wowed as she came in the front door, and burst into the lounge, eager to see what I had acquired.
Mel was an amateur artist, and seemed to be impressed with the new art I had on the wall. She looked fine, even though I hadn't seen her for ages. Her hair was browner, and she had still got that good figure I had fancied. Her great smile lit up her face, and I felt an old stirring in my crotch, as she hugged me, tightly. Maybe Mel felt it also, because she broke off the hug, with a twinkle in her eyes. I took her through to the kitchen and she took off her coat and I hung it up, revealing her slim body and tiny breasts, clothed in a tight T-shirt, with a knee-length denim skirt. I could see no bra, and her tiny breasts pressed against the cotton. Although she had small breasts, Mel had always had a great arse, and it showed today in her skirt. I ran my eyes over her approvingly, and she caught the look, and smiled appreciatively. "Hi, I have missed you!" she said, as she touched my arm.
She said her boyfriend was at home, being boring, so she didn't plan to get back too soon, which suited me just fine. Mel went into the lounge, so I put on the kettle, then sat opposite her as she was on the settee. We talked a little at first, and Mel yawned a few times and stretched her arms, causing her pert nipples to push through the cotton T-shirt.
From where I was sitting, the cut in her skirt had widened and I could see past her knees and to her smooth thighs. We talked more, catching up on old times and Mel sank lower into the soft settee, her skirt riding up her legs. As time wore on, Mel's upper thighs began to make an appearance, and even if Mel realised this, she made no attempt to cover herself up. Then, Mel told me to sit beside her, as she wanted to tell me an old secret. Of course I joined her, so sitting by her, I again ran my eyes over the former object of my desires, appreciating her slim form.
As I leaned towards her to hear this secret, Mel kissed me. Giggling, she said, "There, I've always wanted to do that." My cock stirred once more and leaning towards her again, I reached out and kissed her also, on her sweet lips. I confessed that I'd always wanted to do that, but Mel surprised me by saying, "There's other things I've always wanted to do, also." With this, she reached out and placed her hand on my thigh, rubbing the material in a circular motion. We kissed some more, and I reached out to touch her tummy that had started to show as she sprawled in the settee. She tensed slightly, but let me continue, and I felt her warm skin.
Mel's hand started to wander, slowly moving towards my hardening crotch, until finally she traced her fingers over the stretched material. I took this as a sign to go further so moved my hand upwards from her tummy towards her breasts as her slim fingers began to concentrate on the tip of my cock. Mel's nipples rose to meet my fingers, feeling hard and very erect, and although there wasn't much of a rise of a breast, they seemed very sensitive, as Mel squirmed under my touch.
We broke off from kissing, and Mel turned towards me, a smile on her face. She parted her legs and I moved my hands to her thighs, visible now as she had squirmed them into view. I slowly slid my hands up her smooth, warm skin, watching her face all the time.
As I got higher, Mel leaned back into the settee, spreading her legs apart further, and I felt a warmth towards the top of her thighs. Suddenly my fingers felt the beginnings of some damp hair. Mel looked at me and smiled, "I didn't put any kickers on; I didn't plan to have them on long, anyway."
She pulled open her skirt and something I had dreamed about for ages came into view. Mel's pussy was already quite wet, inner lips protruding, and glistening red against her pale skin. It was a sight I couldn't believe and I knelt between her legs and kissed her. Mel gasped, pulled off her T-shirt, then pushed my head into her lap. She tasted as sweet as her other lips, and I ran my tongue along her moist slit.
