The Woman on the Bus
- 7 -
Melissa and Gina Meet in Person
It turned out that Melissa had no additional plans for the evening. We spent a long time in the shower, soaping each other, kissing, talking and that sort of thing. She said that while seeing Gina was a special surprise that evening, she couldn't wait to meet her the next day. I admitted I was also looking forward to the three of us being together in person. When I thought about it longer, my mind went in a million different directions about where that meeting would take us.
After the shower, we went to bed. We laid side by side, looking at each other. We smiled and kissed and smiled some more before I saw her eyes close and her body slacken as she fell into a deep, tired sleep. I watched her breathing shallow and develop a more rhythmic pattern. I spent a lot of time observing the natural beauty of her face. I gently touched her arm and ran my fingers down a little until I reached the bed sheets. I pulled them down a little, exposing her breasts to me again.
She was so beautiful lying there. I slid my hands between my legs and rubbed slowly as I watched her. It was late, otherwise I might have woken her soon. I was drunk on her sex, and I wanted more. I masturbated until I finally came what seemed an eternity later. I pulled the sheets over both of us, kissed her gently again, and fell asleep.
Sunday
I woke the next morning as Melissa straddled her naked body over mine and leaned over, wrapping her arms around me in a tight embrace.
"Wake up, love!" she said in a tone louder than I would have wished.
I opened my eyes and she was there on top of me, her breasts hanging slightly above mine before she pulled herself close to me. Her face was nuzzled in the crook of my neck.
"I'm so glad you stayed the night with me," she whispered in my ear, "Would you like some breakfast?"
I returned her embrace, kissed her ear lobe gently, and whispered "I sure do."
I reach down and placed my hands on her ass, pulling her up to my face. She knew what I wanted for breakfast and hopped up until her pussy was just above my mouth.
"I've unlocked the beast within you!" she said, giggling as she lowered herself down onto my tongue.
I didn't say a word. My tongue danced around her clit as my fingers began to find their way to her ass. Melissa leaned forward and grasped the headboard with both hands, like she was preparing for a wild ride. My tongue moved up and down her slit, pressing into her vagina then returning its exploration as I penetrated her ass with my finger. I moved it gently in and out as I sucked her clit into my mouth, hoping to make her cum.
"Push your finger in more!" she breathed out.
I did as she asked. Slowly but surely, I moved my finger in deeper as I continued sucking her clit. Past the first knuckle and onto the second, she let out long, guttural moans. I pulled my finger out and pushed it back in, going further in than before. Her legs tightened up and her asshole clenched my finger as her orgasm began to overtake her. The headboard shook as she began to convulse.
"Cum on my face, love, cum all over it," I begged her.
She lost control of herself and sank down onto my face, suffocating me for a moment before her orgasm subsided. She moved down my body slightly as she continued to catch her breath.
"Now that I've had my breakfast, it's time for me to make yours!" I said without giving her an opportunity to take me.
I didn't bother to put any clothes on as I made my way to the kitchen to see what food was available and where the cooking utensils were. Before long, I had what I needed and began to make fried eggs, bacon, and toast. I didn't like bacon much, but the smell is akin to the smell of impending spring rain to me. It wasn't long before Melissa, also still nude, made her way to the kitchen table and sat.
"I love breakfast food," she said, "I could have it for any and every meal of the day."
I turned and smiled at her, announcing my agreement over the sound of oil crackling in the bacon pan.
"I love your butt, too!" she said in a giggle.
I shook my ass at her and chuckled lightly.
We sat naked at the table, talking about our adventure and the circumstances that brought us to that moment. She finished her food and stared lovingly at me for a while as I ate.
"Would you like more?" I asked.
"I want to eat, but not this," she said with a wink.
I smiled and collected the dishes. After putting them into the sink, I walked over to the table, exaggerating my hip movements. She pushed her chair back a little. I stood in front of her and sat on the table and leaned back with my legs draped over the edge.
"I'll be your dessert," I said to her, looking at the ceiling.
She spread my legs and pulled her chair closer to the table. She used her tongue on my pussy in ways I didn't yet know. It was like she was writing a story and her tongue was the pen, my juices were the ink. Slow, methodical, accurate. She brought me to the edge a dozen times before allowing the tsunami to finally take me. When it was over, I put my hand over my face and cried.
"Oh my god, that was the best I've ever had." I said, trying to contain my emotions. "How do you even know how to do this to me?"
She stood over me and moved my hands from my face and kissed my forehead.
"I don't know, really. I just do what feels natural to me and hope it's good for you. It obviously was."
Her hands roamed my body as I recovered. She pulled her chair up and rested the side of her head on my tummy while her hands drifted about.
"I think it's time we shower and get ready to go meet Gina," she said.
She made no effort to move and neither did I. I stared at the ceiling going over the series of events that had gotten me to that point. I was thankful for the energetic young woman resting against me. I was thankful she was there on the bus that day. I was thankful to my friend and lover, Gina for encouraging me through the whole thing. I was also thankful for my husband for his encouragement, though I know his and Gina's motivations might be a little self-serving. That didn't matter to me, though. They were supportive and not pushy for me to say or do certain things. Melissa interrupted my trip down memory lane.
"What do you think, shower time?"