Oh, the wonderful fucks we had. We had to be careful, because we wanted our secret sex opportunities to last a long time, and we had to take care that no-one ever worked out what we were up to. Every time we did get together we tingled with erotic excitement, and wondered what would happen this time. It helped that both of us were heavily involved in the public and professional aspects of our lives, much of it involving us together professionally, It was also quite normal that we would often get home pretty late on weekday evenings, and sometimes would be expected to be away at weekend events.
After that first evening fuck I told you about, there were several short times when we could have a quick bit of sex in places, like the back seat of one of our cars, hers or mine. I loved getting behind her, sliding my hands up her lovely back until I reached the bra strap. Then, I'd open the bra, and stroke my hands round her sides until I handled those glorious tits. The first time I did that and finally had them in my grip, I sighed and groaned 'Ooh, I love getting my hands on your wonderful tits.' And she said 'Mmm, and I love having your hands there.'
As time passed, Melanie loved telling me stories about her sex-life, and I'll share some with you. Some of them really made my jaw (and sometimes my cock) drop. Like the time she casually told me about a weekend from the past when she'd taken the train up to London to have a couple of days with her fiancé. She got there about 10 am in the morning and as soon as she got to his flat, they went straight to bed and had the good fucking for several hours that they'd both been looking forward to.
After that, he had to go out for a couple of hours during the afternoon, but she stayed in bed, and then, within half an hour was thoroughly and enthusiastically fucked by his flat-mate, only to be discovered in mid-orgasm by the unexpectedly early return of her fiancé.
With the two men shouting loudly and fighting with each other, she hurriedly got dressed, sneaked out, and ran to get a train to Birmingham, where -- and this was the bit that made my eyes bulge -- she joined her other fiancé (WHAT? You had TWO fiancés at the same time?? She shrugged.) and they spent the whole Sunday fucking non-stop. And no, she didn't tell him about the London group.
As for us seeking opportunities for fucking, there was the time we visited a local native reserve, to explore its suitability for the school to have trips to it, and discovered long grass the other side of a dyke perfect for our completely open-air noisy fuck, which attracted most of the flying or crawling insects in the area
Another one was the unexpected event of the school closing one day because of problems with various systems in the buildings, Mel was now head teacher, and all the staff still had to be at work. Everyone agreed that staff should stay in their classrooms and do a thorough tidy-up to make things look better. She phoned me, and I was invited in to supervise.
Mel was beautifully dressed as usual, with high-heels, narrow skirt and her blouse being as attractive and sexy as usual. We talked professionally about the oddities of the day, and she suggested we should look at equipment and possible improvements. We strolled quietly into the stationery room, full of paper, art materials and other stuff, and locked the door behind us.
Within seconds, I had her skirt up to her waist, took hold of her panties and pulled them slowly down and she stepped out of them. She pulled my trouser zip down, fished out my cock and bent down to lick it.
'OK,' she murmured, and stood up, 'let's not waste time, eh?' She bent double gripping her hands round her ankles and placed her feet wide enough apart for me to stand between them. I grabbed my cock, rock hard now, and smacked it gently against her beautiful bum, her anal hole and then against her cunt, with the end of my cock resting against her cunt hole. She reached back, pushed my hand away and, purring with pleasure, held my balls, and then slid my iron-hard cock into that gorgeous cunt.
It only took about 5 minutes for us both to reach an especially thrilling orgasm, using everything in our power to make no noise of any kind. That got difficult when Mel reached through the gap of her spread legs and grabbed a handful of my balls again, stroking and gently squeezing them as the fuck proceeded, occasionally fingering my arse-hole.
The first big and long one was really good and very memorable. It was in the holidays, and I was alone in my house. I'd been out on my bike in the early morning for fitness exercise, and after showering to get rid of sweat I put on my light kaftan of blue linen. When she arrived and I opened the door to her, she looked at my kaftan, reached out and stroked both her hands down the material on my chest, smiled, and licked her lips. She stepped in and pressed herself against me. 'You look absolutely delicious,' she said ' You can't guess what I'm going to do to you.' I laughed and said 'Make it a surprise.'
We went up to the bedroom. I'd already closed all the opened windows on this Summer day to make sure that our sex noise wouldn't be heard in the street. I now closed all the curtains, and the bed and turned round. She was standing looking at me. 'Oh my god, look at that!' she murmured, and then 'I'm going to make you helpless with lust and orgasm, just wait.' She grabbed a handful of kaftan that included my cock, dragged me towards the bed and pushed me down onto my back.
She stepped back and posed, and then stripped off the rest of her clothes, lifted her arms and slowly swirled around showing me every part of her. That beautiful body, all delightfully tanned and looking and feeling silky. It made my already hard cock feel even tighter and painful. Things were hotting up. There were those fabulous tits that I could never get enough of, and I inhaled and smelled the gentle odour of sex that was beginning to rise from her cunt. She began to rub her hands over every part of my body, still leaving the kaftan still in place, exploring every inch of my body. She went for my nipples and her fingers pinched them firmly through the thin linen, rolling and pulling on them. All the time, she made sure she dragged my face down to her tits that I could lick and kiss and suck and sink my face into them.
She rolled me over onto my front, and ran her hands down my back. She started stroking me behind the knees, and starting upwards on the outside of my thighs, and then moving in, leaving the kaftan down to my ankles, pushing my legs apart, pressing on my bum, gently fingering my arse-hole, and then reaching for my balls, still outside the material. 'Hmm,' she whispered in my ear, 'Just wait for the next bit...'
I moaned with pleasure, and rolled off the bed, whipped my kaftan off, and pounced on her, rolling her onto her back. Tits first, grabbing and holding and making sure she felt me doing what she loved best with me kissing every inch of them, sucking hard on those wonderful firm nipples and squeezing and rubbing her tits, and all the time feeling all my own skin trembling with desire.
Then I moved her legs as far apart as possible, pushing on the insides of her magnificent things. Mel lifted them up, then put her hands behind her thighs and pulled them back against her body, opening the gap as much as possible so that every bit of her groin and cunt and holes were there for me to do what I wanted, and what she wanted -- pressure, tickle, lick, blow, more tongue wiping and hand stroking, pushing my fingers in her holes, twirling them round inside her and pressing hard.
