Melanie woke up at ten in the morning that Saturday in August and stretched her luscious body happily in her big bed. After a week of hard work she enjoyed sleeping in and especially on a Saturday with no obligations at all. The day was hers to spend any way she liked. Even her groceries for the weekend had been delivered the day before, so freedom was the operative word.
She got up to make coffee, took out a sticky sweet piece of pastry to serve as her breakfast and sat down in her kitchen to enjoy this small meal.
Her mind wandered back to her first encounter with Joss at the beginning of that week. She still thanked Anne for calling her that night and bringing her into contact with that virile man, who was about her own age, but hung like the proverbial horse and horny as hell. Add to that his capacity to use his apparatus and his temperament in a most satisfying way, and Melanie was definitely interested to see more of him. More than that, she was feeling the familiar dampness in her pussy building up as she sat thinking about him.
She had given him her phone number but he had not used it yet. As she was starting to think about calling him herself, her phone rang. She smiled. If this was Joss, she would believe in telepathy.
But it was her nephew George.
'Hi, Aunt Melanie. Betty and I are coming to Rotterdam today to do some shopping and we were wondering if you would care to join us afterwards for drinks and perhaps a meal.'
'George, how nice of you to call. It's ages since I saw the two of you. I have actually the whole weekend to myself, but I would think, that you and your sister have better things to do that tagging your old aunt along.'
'Oh, Aunt Melanie, you are just saying that to hear me answer, that you're not old at all and that we will have fun with you, as we always have.'
Melanie smiled. What fun would he have in mind if he could see her now, naked at breakfast, she wondered.
'Okay, okay, you convinced me.', she replied hastily and with a laugh in her voice. 'Why don't the two of you come up here after your shopping for drinks and food? That will take the load of all your parcels off you and you will probably be tired. If after the meal you still have the energy we can still hit the town.'
'Great idea, Aunt Melanie. Shall we say around six then?'
And so it was arranged.
'I will be here with a good white wine and hors d'oeuvres.' she added. 'If for some reason I should be out, you can let yourself in with the key of my house that your mother still has. In that case you'll find everything on the kitchen table. But that is just in case.'
Melanie wasted no time and got the ingredients for a full meal out of her fridge.
Her nephew and niece were twenty year olds and could eat quite a bit when invited, so she prepared for soup, lamb chops and a pudding. Then on an impulse, she grabbed the phone and dialled Joss' number in The Hague, that Anne had given her.
'Hi, this is Melanie in Rotterdam. Do you remember me?'
Joss laughed out loud. 'How could I forget you? I woke up this morning after dreaming about you and the effects are still visible. I can hardly get into my pants because of this bulge sticking out.'
Melanie joined in his laughter and suggested that they spend the afternoon together.
'I have two relatives coming over for dinner', she said. 'But I expect them at six at the earliest; we can entertain each other before, work up a healthy appetite. I think you will like my niece and nephew as company. They're good sports.'
Joss answered that he would soon be on his way and would be at her place around one in the afternoon.
Melanie promised him that hot coffee would await him on his arrival.
That allowed the now fairly excited lady the time to make some further preparations for the evening meal. An hour later she put couple of prepared dishes back into the fridge and paused for another cup of coffee.
When she looked out of the window, a few drops of rain showed on the pane. 'Pity for the kids.', she thought. 'But they came to do some shopping, so they will probably spend more time in shops than outside.'
At one o'clock on the dot the bell rang.
Melanie had dressed in a white silk blouse that just covered the top of her well shaped butt and a pair of black leather high heels. She had knotted the blouse up front, so that her small breasts were nearly completely visible and the narrow stripe of fur pointing to her clitoris was clearly in sight.
She peeked through the little hole in her front door and nearly died with laughter. In the hallway of the apartment building stood Joss, stark naked with a huge erection in front of him. She opened the door as fast as she could, still doubled up from laughing, grabbed his dick and pulled him inside. Joss was holding his clothes in his hand, just outside the reach of the peeping hole.
'You crazy idiot!', she shrieked, tears rolling from her eyes. 'What if….?' She left it at that.
She was still shaking when they entered her tastefully decorated living-room.
Joss grinned. 'You mean, what if I had been the plumber and you just stood there in a blouse and shoes? Well, in that case I would have done what any red-blooded plumber would have done and fixed your leaking pipes.'
Melanie shook her head and sat him on her deep red, very soft velvety couch and cast a glance at the purple head of his penis and at his big balls that were contracted against the root of his organ. It all looked very tense, as if ready to explode.
'You'll get your coffee later.', she said. 'First I want you!'
Melanie straddled him and sat on his upper legs. She took hold of his penis and started to play softly with it, stroking it and moving the foreskin up and down.
Then she looked at Joss and asked him:' And what have you been doing with yourself since we last met? Met any interesting ladies? Fucked any?'
