Copyright PennameWombat November 2018
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
This is part 2, see part in "Mel's Phone Call" in 'Exhibitionist & Voyeur Stories.'
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Mel's Phone Call - Part 2
Chris walked quietly into his bedroom carrying a mug of coffee wearing just a pair of old black soccer shorts. Mel appeared to be asleep, on her side, blankets just covering her breasts, her shoulders bare, her black tangle of hair arrayed across the pillow. His first view of that swirl of waves and curls and unruliness in Mexico had put 'tangle' into his brain and he felt his first reaction was simply correct. Her eyes opened as he came to a stop.
"G'morning lovely," he said, "want a coffee? I'll go get one."
She smiled and pushed herself up a bit on one elbow, the blankets shifting to expose her lovely chest, "what time is it?"
"About 8:15, my roommate just left, made a pot and took his thermos."
"Um, ok, hold on," she pushed off the sheet and slid over and off the bed. She stood and gave Chris a quick kiss, "be right back." She grabbed her little bag off of the desk where he'd left it last night.
He sat in a chair facing the bed sipping at the coffee, the sun was up so he opened the heavier curtains which allowed reflected morning light through the translucent set. Mel came back and set the bag back on the desk, still naked except for her socks, her hair still awry and stood in front of Chris and reached out with both hands.
"Here," she said, he handed her his mug as he stood and she took a sip then set it on the side table as she tugged at his hand with her free one.
"I must look and smell a fright," as she pulled him close.
"You look like the lovely demon who hopped off a bus last night and I'm happy to say, to your luck, I have almost no sense of smell," said Chris with a tiny shrug, he could in fact 'feel' what she meant by the comment but what his nose could glean was not unpleasant.
She released his hands and pushed his shorts down. They caught a bit on his cock as it reacted quickly, having recovered from its efforts of a few hours earlier. They dropped and she pushed him onto the bed. She mimed 'lay down' and he laid flat on his back, his head on a pillow.
"Can I make a call?" she asked as she lifted herself onto the bed, nodding toward the phone extension on the side table.
"Sure," was all Chris could say before she straddled his face. The piquant smell he could get was indeed sharp but overlain with a scent of soap. She'd used her few minutes in the bathroom well. He ran his tongue along her slit from bottom to top, then swirled it around her awakening clit. He cupped her ass cheeks with his hands as he traced his tongue down her lips again then pushed it as far into her pussy as he could reach.
"I, um, ah... need to, yes, there... call my mom, hope that's ok. Include it in my bill," he assumed she understood the muffled 'yes'.
She grabbed the phone and tapped in a ten-digit number on the pad in the handset. Held it to her cheek.
"Helen Caldicott, please," she said into the phone. She shoved her pussy onto Chris's face one last time then slid down his torso, on his stomach she put a finger to her lips, 'sshhh', then backed down and rose up, finding his rigid cock and impaling her pussy onto it.
"Ah... Mom, hi! It's your loving daughter safe and sound and arrived."
Her tits jiggled minutely as she rocked back and forth on the hard rod inserted into her.
"Trip was fine and yeah, like I told you, have a place to stay. The University gave me a number," she said with a huge, shit-eating grin. Chris reached up and began massaging both of her breasts then worked specifically on her nipples. He rocked his hips up and down until he synced with Mel's movements.
"Yeah! Ah... um... Saw it in the sky, I was standing outside just looking around," she winked at Chris, "really bright! They had it on your news this morning?"
He'd cajoled her nipples to prodigious size and he rose to suckle them but she pushed him back down.
"And I need to talk to a guy who has to talk to a guy but maybe I can get a job. I think it involves taking my clothes off for dirty old men... That or just wearing a low cut blouse and sitting in an office looking hot like you do."
"Ok, go back to work. I'll get some pictures for you. I haven't seen much yet, just a parking lot this morning!"
"Love you too, bye!" and Mel hit the disconnect button and put the handset back on the end table.
"She know about
where
you're staying?" Chris asked.
"Not in detail, I'll tell her later, what she doesn't know won't hurt you," Mel shrugged, "I told her mostly what happened in Mexico but not exactly... who... you... are..." She said the last four words lifting and dropping herself extra firmly.
"Our secret for now then. Now, roll over," Chris put his arms around her and lifted while rolling them, she laid out her legs and landed on her back, her legs spread again. He rammed his cock to full depth, his firm cock head again feeling the soft resistance at the very bottom. She pumped her hips and rubbed her clit against him.
"Fuck me," she ordered. He did, varying his depth and speed a few times, slowing then speeding back up and going for bottom.
"Ah, fuck... Ready," he felt his cock grow harder and then she squeezed her cunt and he felt the spasm blow a load of stickiness deep in her pussy.
"Yum," she said as her flesh massaged his cock to pull a few more ever weakening shots. How did she do that? His brain flashed on the round plastic vial of pills he'd seen in her little bag, nestled with the toothpaste. It had been a subject covered in Mexico and apparently still in force. She pulled him into a tight embrace and nuzzled his neck again. He had to admit he really, really liked it.
"Can I have that coffee now," she whispered, "if that was adequate payment for the phone call?"
He climbed off of her and was putting his shorts back on, she walked to her big bag and lifted it open, pulled a thin robe out of it. It barely covered the bottom of her ass and cinched around her waist it only just covered her chest and each movement left the dark landing strip that was her pubic hair clearly visible. She pulled a fat envelope out of her pack.
"We'll sit on the front porch and have our coffee," Chris decided after admiring the robe for a minute.
"Sure. Old people around? Do you know CPR when they keel over?"
"I do actually."
In the kitchen he poured out the dregs in his mug and emptied the pot pouring two fresh mugs then they walked out to the east facing front porch. It was a century old house in a neighbourhood a couple of blocks from the University surrounded mostly by other houses of similar vintage but also newer buildings such as the apartments next door. The front porch was the width of the house and the upper storey extended to offer it a roof. One housemate, Tim, had his bedroom in that section, Chris's on the same level but in the back, one bedroom on the main level and one in the basement for the other two. The combination of roof and numerous old large trees, combined with little foot traffic meant no one paid attention to two near-naked people sitting at the back of the porch.
Mel adjusted her chair to a right angle to the other, she put the envelope on a little table next to it then rested her legs across Chris's legs.
"Rub," she said.
He set his coffee down and used a two handed grip, holding the muscle at her knee and working his way along her sartorius then back down the quads. The second time at the top he included her rather messy pussy, the small amount of remaining hair matted and soaked.
"That's been rubbed plenty, for now," she said as she pushed her legs together but then relaxed them as he went back to the rest of her thigh.
"In Mexico, first time I saw you I loved your cute soccer playing butt. But what really sealed the deal, you know, you were massaging me under the table. The massage was good."
Chris recalled them sitting at the same angle as they were now, she had on a loose peasant skirt like her bus camouflage that lifted easily.
"Then you kept working your way up," she continued, "I was wondering how far you were going while everyone was at the table."
"They couldn't see through the tablecloth," Chris reminded her as he worked now on her other thigh, "you'd mentioned the airline lost your underwear. I was curious and wanted to check. I discovered they had indeed lost your underwear. Same with the bus company apparently."
"Like you said last night, found out I like it that way," she shrugged, took another sip of coffee and grabbed the envelope, "but I have some to wear the next few days."
"Tomorrow," she continued as she pulled out a map and a pen, "where am I going?"
She showed him the map of the University she'd been sent, fortunately it included a few blocks each direction of it.
"We're here," he circled a spot at the western edge then 'Xed' an intersection, "and this intersection is just there to the left. Go there, turn right, follow this and then left here. The Union building is this one, plenty of signs and anyone could point you to it. From here not more than twenty minute walk."
He hadn't seriously doubted her but the envelope of University information at least confirmed her story. Or it was a really elaborate ruse.
Each of their mugs was empty and she slid the map back into its envelope.
"Let's go," Chris said, "we'll get cleaned up and go get breakfast, I know a nice place, and we'll go up the mountains."
"Those cameras on your desk, they work?" Mel asked as they were rinsing the mugs.
"Sure. I'll take the 35 mm, lots better pictures than the Polaroid."
"What about developing?" she asked in a tone it took him a few seconds to decipher.
"Do them myself. I know the manager of the photo lab in the Fine Arts school up there," he pointed toward the campus, "she lets me use it, just need to check when it's free and pay for chemicals, paper, what I use."
"It's good to have a hobby," she said.
