Me and Melanie

ME AND MELANIE

I didn't really know Melanie. I'd seen her around the Centre, but I knew nothing about her. The first time we were in the same place at the same time was when I was giving a talk at the Centre to a large group from different schools. I was packing up afterwards, when she approached me. 'Can I ask you something?' she said. Yes, of course, I said. I don't really remember much about what she said, but I was struggling very hard to continue looking at her face, instead of doing what I really wanted to do, which was to stare at her tits. They looked big and magnificent, bulging out her blouse, but I fought really hard to be professional and thoughtful and to listen carefully to what she was talking about.

It turned out that she wanted me to visit her school -- she was the deputy -- they wanted help, because parents for the school tended to demand long discussions about their children and their learning. So I agreed to come and visit the school and to chat to the Head and Melanie.

They wanted me to give a talk to parents about children's learning to read and write, and what the school, and the parents, should do about it. So we worked out that first I'd visit the classrooms, to see what was going on, and use that information, and then plan an evening meeting for parents. I did that, and it was the welcome and successful evening gig they'd hoped for. Quite a big turn-out from parents, and they all listened and were interested and pleased with what I was saying and what their own role would be.

I suggested afterwards that the Head and Deputy should have lunch with me at the Centre to talk about it all, and they agreed. But in the event Melanie phoned me and said they'd decided they couldn't both be out of school at the same time, but perhaps she could meet with me after school sometime. OK I said. It turned out that that the only time I had was next Wednesday evening in a country pub near where Melanie lived, so that's where we met.

We talked about the school and its approaches, but odd things began to emerge. When we talked I still tried not to stare at her tits, but it got more and more difficult. Her voice was low and sultry, and she radiated a kind of heated energy. We were talking seriously and professionally, but things sometimes seemed to be heading in new directions. She talked about how much she was enjoying working with me, and how the Head and she, and several (but not all!) of the staff had really enjoyed what I was doing. It was getting dark outside now, and I suggested we stopped now. I'd spent the evening carefully trying not to study her tits, and felt physically uncomfortable, because my cock had joined in the relationship and had cheerfully grown to be erect.

We both visited the toilets for the usual things we had to do after drinking. Me, I had to shift my cock into being less obvious and visible, and then I waited standing between our two cars. After some time, she appeared, and to my delighted surprise came so close to me that her chest rather filled the gap between us. 'Sorry it took me so long' she breathed, 'but I was so worked up that when I zipped up my jeans, I caught my knickers in the zip.' That was the moment where our lips met for the first time, and she admitted that she'd been so worked up by the possibility of sex with me that her hands were trembling when she caught her knickers in the zip.

We both climbed into my car, and drove off to find a convenient space. She talked a lot about how she fancied me, and how she had become so engrossed in thinking about me, how it made her feel and think about what we could do, and how much she wanted more time with me. One day, she said, she was driving and thinking about our sex so much that she nearly drove into a wall and crashed her car. (My cock had a relapse at that.) And then came the words that really changed directions. She said she'd hoped to invite me to her own house on Friday evening -- because her husband was going away that Friday and wouldn't be back until Monday morning.

There's not much more to tell you about that evening. Both of us had to be home very soon, but ten minutes on the rear seat were a delightful opportunity for me to get my hands on those wonderful tits. My God, they were magnificent indeed. And she clearly liked equally getting her hands on my cock, holding it gently but firmly and squeezing politely. 'So -- ' she breathed, 'Friday then?' What time, I asked? I'll be home by 4.30, she said. OK, I may be a bit later than that, but I'll do my best. And then, after another grab at each other, and a few more luscious kisses, we drove back to the pub where she collected her car. And that was the start of the whole story.

The next Friday afternoon, I kept looking at my watch. It would take me about half an hour to get to Melanie's house, and the must-attend Friday afternoon meetings used to go on a bit. But good news! We stopped just before four o'clock, so I was on the road by 4.10. I felt the excitement in me grow all the time, and by the time I parked the car and walked to her door, it was just after 4.30. Her car was parked, so she was home. She opened the door just as I reached it, and said 'I've been waiting for you, and I feel really sexy.'. I stepped inside, and we fell instantly fell into each other's arms, kissing passionately and holding each other hard against each other, her hands round my neck and my hands grasping that delightful arse. She stepped back, took my hand and led me to the bedroom. 'Take your clothes off,' she said, and started to undress herself. I whizzed my clothes off me really quickly, climbed on the bed, and watched her stripping her clothes off and uncovering her body as I lay there. My God, she was gorgeous. And those magnificent tits! They were even better than I'd imagined. Her nipples were big and firm, and brown against the round perfectly shaped large white breasts. She lay down on her right side facing me, and I reached out and took a tit in each hand, squeezing them gently, as she lay looking at me.

Then she went into action. She eased herself up on one elbow looking at me, and reached out, pushed me onto my back, and ran her hands all over me quickly, kissing me as she did. Her hand landed on my cock, and she half-moaned and half-grunted as she stroked and squeezed it. 'Lovely!' she said, then leaned forwards and keeping hold of it rubbed my cock against her tits, one after the other, making her nipples stiffen and making both of us groan with pleasure, especially me, because she was also licking and sucking my nipples. My head was swimming, and I didn't know what to do next.

She did, though. She slung her right leg over me so she saddled me, with her legs stretched wide. I studied the appearance of her cunt lips as it seemed to be twitching. She still had my cock in her hand, and stroking it, she carefully placed it where she wanted it, which was right in her cunt so that her fucking instantly began. Each thrust pushed my cock as far in as possible and then when it disappeared at the full length of the thrust she rubbed her whole groin along my body so that her clitoris was getting its own additional treatment. While she fucked, she moaned and also leaned her body forward so that her tits were stroking my chest all the time, or were being handled and stroked and nipple-tweaked in my hands. I've never known such astonishingly erotic fucking in my life. I felt I'd be happy if she'd just kept doing that.

But she didn't. This next trick blew my mind. She was still fucking me urgently all the time, sitting up and looking down on me, but then began to shift. At first, I thought she might be easing off, but it was much more interesting than that. She was still fucking me hard, with that wonderful squidgy rub on her clit as well, but she was also swinging round, so that instead of looking down at my face, she was now looking sideways so that her body was side-on to mine, still fucking me.

And then she completed the circuit, with her back turned to me, so that once more she straddled my cock, but this time she was leaning away facing my feet. Now I could watch that cock of mine bent away from the perpendicular, sliding out and then being pushed up back into her cunt, with the whole of that gorgeous arse trembling and demanding kissing, stroking, licking and ideally having her arsehole licked, too -- except, of course, it was too far away for me at the moment to do that. Anyway I could feel my orgasm rising inside me, and I knew it was going to be loud.

And my God, I was loud. It felt as though the whole of my internal structure was being dragged into her cunt, as I yelled with that unique painful ecstasy which is the greatest kind of orgasm it's possible to have. And she was having her own one, too, coming and groaning and wriggling and trembling, and her whole body shaking. But she still had the skill to do one last trick - to swing round again, with my cock still deep in her cunt, so that she could lower those fabulous tits on to my chest, and we lay there, body against body, genitals sharing each other's joy, with occasional wriggles and body twitching and trembling, her arms round my neck, and my hands now thrilling and resting on that wonderful arse stroking it slowly and gently.

I don't know how long all that lasted, but we weren't silent. We talked a lot, too. I confessed how difficult my official conversations with her had been, when all I wanted was to look at -- oh well, OK, grab and suck and handle and stroke and squeeze those fabulous tits. She giggled and said she'd deliberately worn a blouse that she knew was tighter than it should have been, hoping that it would do its job. And then she told me more about the driving story, about her running a kind of TV film in her head that involved us fucking as hard as possible in all her holes, so that she went blurry-eyed and nearly crashed into a wall.

Eventually, reluctantly, we had one last body-search of each other using hands, lips, tongues and sex organs, and I went home. But we promised to have as many repeat events as it was possible to organise. And that is what will happen in other stories about Me & Melanie

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