The early autumn breeze gently swept the blonde hair from her face. Her blue eyes, high cheekbones, pert little nose and luscious lips came into view as the wind swept her hair passed the back of her soft shoulders. A white skin tight dress held by two shoulder straps accented her lightly tan skin. The dress hugged her narrow waist and her flared hips. Her hem wrapped around the middle of her thighs, her toned legs stretching down into snowy white heels.
Walt looked through binoculars from his bedroom window as Melinda walked down the sidewalk of his street. He saw the blonde hair flow with the breeze. Bright blonde on top but light brown underneath. It was as though the sunlight gleamed upon her head, but a darker side lay close to her. Walt knew that was true.
He zoomed in on her breasts. Each one more than a handful, but firm with youth. The outline of a bra showed slightly through the material of her dress, but he knew they could stand on their own. He could see them bounce slightly with each step rubbing each other in her deep cleavage.
The high heels lifted her body so the top of her head would touch an average sized man's chin. Without the heels, he would be able to look down on her and place his hands easily on her shoulders.
As she drew closer, Walt looked at her pouty lips that had a touch of lip gloss. He imagined pressing his mouth against hers, swirling his tongue passed her white teeth and her responding with a long kiss and embrace. His hands would roam down her back to the top of her round backside. Each globe pushed up by her heels. He would feel the warmness through her dress and firmly squeeze her feeling the toned, yet soft flesh of her young body. Her nipples pressed into his chest.
Quick, Walt thought to himself. She is about to reach her house. He put the binoculars down and ran downstairs from his bedroom out to his front porch. Trying to look casual he opened the front door and stood by the railing.
Melinda noticed him as she walked by and hoped she would not have to talk to him. She thought him to be a fairly handsome man in his mid thirties. His clothes always pressed and his black hair cut short and combed neatly.
He suspiciously always seemed to be outside his house when she came home. As they engaged in idle conversation, he was always checking out her body. She felt him leering at her breasts and butt. She was used to men ogling her, but Walt's gaze suggested he was doing more than getting a good look. He was undressing her and taking her.
"Hi, Melinda" Walt called.
She looked up, her face framed by golden strands of hair. Her thighs partly spread and her big boobs pointed toward him. "Hey, Walt" She called back.
"Hey come on over her, Melinda. I need to talk to you about something."
Melinda hated the thought of being near him. "Gotta hurry." She said. "Just got back from work and need to get changed."
Walt knew she would decline, but he was ready. "I wanted to talk to you about the party you had the other night."
Just nineteen years of age, Melinda still lived at home but her parents were away for the summer and would soon be returning. A few friends had come over Saturday. The drinks were flowing even though they were all underage. Then a few more friends came over. Her parents had told her no parties and although they did not mind her having a drink or two they would not be happy about their house being filled with drunk teenagers.
"Why don't you come up here and we can talk about it?" he said motioning for her to come up onto the porch.
She hesitated then said,"Sure." His house had an iron fence around it that came up to about Melinda's waist. There was a gate in front of the walkway to his house. As she bent over to lift the latch Walt stared into her deep cleavage. Once in, she turned to close the latch treating Walt to a full view of the globes of her rear encased in the stretched cloth of her dress.
Walt watched as she strutted up his walk and steps. He could see the lovely part in her blonde hair and the delicacy of each movement as she navigated his steep steps. She held a lovely ivory colored purse to her side. As she got to the last step, her high heel twisted and she held her arm out with the purse to balance herself. She leaned forward and thought she would fall, but Walt caught her. Wrapping his arm around her lovely waist and holding her to him.
"Whoops" Walt said. He breathed a whiff of her beautiful scent. A freshness with a hint of sultry perfume. It fit her looks perfectly.
Melinda felt his taught body up against her side. His pressed shirt against her ribs. Although he was thin he was fit. Like he did calisthenics regularly. Looking up she thanked him. With his hands still around her waist he led her into the house.
As she walked inside, Walt admired the sway of her ass in the dress that fitted her like a second skin. White innocence bursted from her, as she stepped into his lair.
Walking ahead of him, she noticed the neatness of the living room. A black leather couch and a matching reclining arm chair. A leather ottoman or bench in the middle of the room. Also black leather, the ottoman was about two feet wide, three feet long and two feet high. Next to it was a lush black bear rug in front of a roaring fireplace.
Melinda was surprised she had never seen Walt with a woman, because his place had the look of a romantic, bachelor pad. Perhaps coming in here wouldn't be so bad she thought to herself.
"How about some sherry? I know you drink. I could see from the other night." Walt asked.
"Sure." Melinda's heels clicked on the wood floor as she walked to the middle of the room. She decided to sit on the leather bench near the fire. The smell of the burning wood and its radiant flame comforted her, but she was still on edge about wandering about Walt's intentions. Sitting down, she kept her knees together.
Walt admired her slender ankles propped up in her white heels. His view drifted up her toned, tan calves to her knees. They were pressed together not allowing him to look up her dress. He imagined the beautiful valley of her thighs leading into her womanhood.
"Here you go" Walt said handing Melinda a crystal glass filled with brown sherry. She accepted the glass leaning forward. Standing above her Walt was treated to a delightful view of her cleavage.
He stood next to her, his waist at eye level to Melinda. She couldn't help but look for a bulge in his crotch wandering how big his penis would be. He was tall, thin and a little rugged perhaps his cock was the same way. Stop that, Melinda thought to herself. Get those images out of your mind. He is your neighbor more than a decade older than you. You can't have sex with him.
"So tell me about that boy at the party." Walt said.
"Which boy?" She knew he meant Rick.
Walt touched the side of her blonde hair and placed it behind her ear. Then he caressed the side of her face and put his hand under her chin. Lifting her face up to look at his, he stared into her blue eyes.
Melinda felt his soft touch and looked up into eyes that sent a shiver down her spine. They peered straight through her. She tried to look away but his hand held her face firmly. Walt stared in her eyes as you would a child forcing her to tell the truth.
"That was Rick." She said.
"Seems like you to are quite close. That was quite a show you put on with him on the back porch."
Although very drunk at the time, Melinda remembered the moment very well. Rick was leaving the party through the back door. She wanted him to stay. He was going to his girlfriend's house. Melinda wanted Rick to be with her. She hated Eve, his girlfriend, and wanted to steal him away from her. Not so much because she loved Rick, but more as a conquest over Eve.
Walt released his hand from Melinda's face. She gazed at nothing, but he could tell she was remembering.
Melinda thought I am so much better looking than Eve. More buxom, soft to touch, I have a body built for sex. What does Rick see in her?
"You seemed to like Rick. Your actions were in full view under the porch light. You seemed to throw yourself at him." Walt said looking down at her.
Melinda's eyes burst open and looked up at Walt. Her neighbor must have seen her. They were on the back porch and the light was on. How could she forget to turn it off?
Probably because she was so turned on at the time. She remembered leading Rick out the back door so no one from the party could see them, unaware of the wandering eyes of her neighbors. She forced a kiss onto Rick plunging her tongue into his mouth. He wrapped his arms around her butt and felt up her back. She remembered opening her shirt and letting her naked breasts press against his chest. Rubbing her nipples against his flannel shirt, her whole body began to heat up. He then said, he had to go. No, No she replied.
Then she sat on the edge of a chair and pulled Rick's hips towards her. The porch light illuminated her luscious firm breasts. She looked up at Rick and asked him how he could possibly leave this behind. She was his for the taking now and forever.
Rick bent down and kissed her. I have to go Melinda he said. As he tried to walk off, Melinda pulled his belt and unzipped his fly. She pulled his cock out and began to lick it. Her tongue circled the knob. It was semi-erect but her tongue worked to change that. Rick wanted to go, but let her have her way with his dick.
Melinda massaged Rick's balls with one hand and jerked his shaft with the other. The head of his cock growing with the swirls of her tongue. He began to push his cock in and out of his mouth. Melinda looked up with pleading eyes and his dick her mouth. He figured what the hell. Putting his hand behind her head he plunged his cock in further. Her tongue lashed under his shaft. Rick slowly pulled back feeling the tight seal of her lips around his shaft.
As Rick fucked her mouth, she continued to look up at him. Then with one hand she began to massage her crotch. Playing with her pussy through her denim shorts. She could feel her cunt getting wet as saliva dripped from her mouth.
Then Rick pushed his cock all the way in and held it. The head pushed against the entrance to her throat. As Melinda massaged his balls, she felt his hot, salty spunk flow through the shaft of his penis and spurt into the back of her throat. She dutifully swallowed every drop.
Rick pulled his dick out of her wet entrance. Melinda licked the juices from his cock and began to rub her delicate hand over the head. Then, she stroked his slick member. Her pussy was dripping wet and needed a good fuck.
Melinda asked if he was ready to slide his dick in her. Rick realized he was late and Eve question where he had been. He put his penis back in his pants and without so much as a word, walked off the porch. Melinda remembers the feel of defeat as he left into the night.
"More sherry?" Walt said to Melinda waking her from her thoughts.
