The flashlight shone brightly into her face and Melissa groaned inwardly. The irritating beam of light was joined by several others, forcing her to shield her eyes while trying to maintain some semblance of a smile.
"Ryan," she called, "how do you say 'quit shining that flashlight in my eyes' in Japanese?" The tall Australian was too far away to hear her. Melissa waded through the group of Japanese elementary school students who surrounded her and made her way toward her teaching partner.
"You know, this is fun, but I think I'll be glad when this little Halloween party is over."
Ryan chuckled. "Yeh, "he said, "I think the hide-and-seek in the dark is their favorite game".
The kids jostled around the two adults, forcing Melissa to lose her balance, and she grabbed the back of Ryan's shoulder for support. As soon as her hand touched him, she forgot about the lights and the jabbering Japanese voices around her.
She leaned closer, more than she really needed to, and brushed her chest slightly against his back. Her body was acutely aware of every inch of her that came into contact with him. Inhaling, she stole a moment to drink in the scent of him; that unique male muskiness mixed with a hint of the cigarette he had smoked after lunch.
"Whoops, there you go." Ryan set Melissa back on her feet and she became aware that she had left her hand on him a bit too long. As he turned, his eyes met hers and she stared into his blue eyes. She was always struck by how blue they were and her body tingled with the contact. For just a second a spark flashed between them, and then it was gone.
"Guess it's time to get started, eh?" he said as Melissa broke the eye contact. Another flashlight beam in her face jerked her back to the present. Just one more game, and then they would be free. Melissa had been thinking about what might happen later that night since earlier in the week. She had invited Ryan back to the village to hang out with them and watch movies after the two teachers finished the party. Whenever Ryan came over, Melissa fantasized for days and would work herself into a ridiculously horny state.
Ryan began explaining the next game, but Melissa didn't pay a whit of attention. She was too busy watching him, mentally undressing him. As he talked, she was imagining pulling his rugby shirt off over his head, kissing his chest and exploring him with her hands. Melissa ached to press herself against him, to feel his hands grip her and crush her against himself. Their lips would meet, hard and frantic ...
"Hey, Melissa, it's time to hide now," Ryan called out to her as he trotted towards the door.
"Oh, right. No problem." Melissa was sure she blushed and thanked heaven that it was dim inside the building so he couldn't see her very well. "I suppose you're going to use your super duper secret spot, yeah?" She said as she followed him into the dark hallway.
"Yeh. They haven't found me yet."
"God, I'm so sick of them shining those lights in my eyes. I totally don't want to be found. Any chance there's room in there for both of us?" Melissa asked hopefully.
Ryan stopped for a second, cocked his head to one side, and looked at her. "I guess so, if that's what you want."
"If you don't mind," she hesitated.
Melissa couldn't see his expression very well in the dark, but she sensed a pause. "No, no, it's cool," he finally responded.
Ryan led his partner to a small storage room under the stairs. They crawled in and crammed themselves into the back corner, behind some boxes. It was a very cozy fit. Melissa started to wonder if this had been such a great idea.
She was crouched down in front of the Aussie, her back pressed into his chest. As he breathed, his breath tickled her ear and she gave some serious consideration of passing out right then and there.
"You okay?" His voice spoke into her ear.
She answered in a breathless whisper, "yeah. You?"
"I'm good." His lips brushed her earlobe.
Melissa's breath quickened and blood rushed to her head. She closed her eyes and concentrated on how good he felt pressed against her. Without realizing it, Melissa leaned her head back slightly and turned her cheek towards Ryan. Their faces were almost touching and it was torture to not kiss him.
She didn't care about the game or anything else at that moment. All she wanted was to feel his lips on hers, to drink him in, to tear off her clothes and fuck him madly. It would be so easy. All she had to do was lean forward a bit and rub her ass into his crotch. He was sure to get hard -- in fact she was beginning to suspect he already was. They could wrestle their pants off and he could slide his cock into her right there. She could imagine them fucking doggy style, fast and frantic, humping madly before they were caught.
A quiet groan sounded in her ear. A real groan, not an imaginary one. Melissa suddenly realized that she had begun to rhythmically press herself back in to Ryan. His hands had begun to move and he gently cupped her breasts from behind. Melissa inhaled sharply, her lips parted. Ryan's mouth found her neck and he bit down gently as another low moan escaped him. She felt as though she could cum right then, she was so horny. The strong hands caressing her breasts became more firm and forceful. Melissa responded by pressing harder against him.
Suddenly, the door opened and the couple froze. They knew they couldn't be seen, but it was enough to bring them back to reality. The flashlight beam made a cursory search of the small space, loud Japanese voices and laughter filled the hallway outside, and then the door shut.
"Shit," Melissa said to herself. To date, she and Alex hadn't come to a final decision about Ryan. She couldn't give in and fuck his brains out just yet. She moved away and turned to look at him. Their eyes had become accustomed to the dark now, and she could see clearly the expression on his face. The desire she saw in his eyes nearly made her lose her resolve. For long minutes the two stared at each other, breathing heavily and the smell of arousal filling their nostrils.
"I think I'll let them find me this time," Melissa said, finally breaking the silence. Before he could say anything, she dashed out of the storage room and re-entered reality.
The rest of the party was a blur. Melissa finally regained some sense of normalcy and she and Ryan managed to behave as though nothing had happened. It was all such a lie, though. When it was time to leave, and they were alone in the car, Melissa could feel the sexual tension between them, just under the surface. They went through all the motions; getting his things from his apartment, running into the store for some steaks, and picking their way through the video store.
