Little Mel's Birthday: She Gets It In The End
It had been about a month since Little Mel had surprised me by wearing her old cheerleader's uniform. It fit her just like it did when she was a 14-year-old high school cheerleader. We had pretended to go on a date after the high school football game. At the school dance (held in my living room) after the game, we cuddled, nuzzled, generally felt each other up until we couldn't take any more. The dance was followed by a wonderful night of sex with my beautiful, young, cheerleader.
Little Mel's birthday was coming up next Saturday. She was going to be 23-years-old. I thought it would be nice to celebrate her birthday by taking her out for a more adult evening. I planned an evening that included dinner at a nice restaurant, a movie, and drinks and dancing at a local nightclub.
Before telling Mel of my plans for her birthday, I had made arrangements with some friends of mine to keep Bobby, Mel's 5-year-old son, and Dog on Saturday night. Bobby and my, errr, I mean his, 1-year-old German Shepherd had formed a bond Mel and I felt should be encouraged. So Bobby and Dog went everywhere as a set. Saturday afternoon finally arrived, and we took
Bobby and Dog to the sitters' home. They had a 6-year-old boy of their own and a large fenced yard. As soon as we arrived, Bobby yelled, "Bye Mom," and the boys and Dog noisily disappeared into their backyard. Bobby never even looked back at his mother.
Mel and I returned home to get ready for our evening out. Typically, Mel took much longer than I to get ready. When she finally came out of the bedroom, the wait for her was well justified.
Little Mel was stunning. She was wearing a dark maroon colored dress that accentuated the red hair surrounding her face. The dress was backless with a short, lose fitting, skirt that ended well above her knees. The top of the dress split into two pieces just above her navel. Those pieces formed a large "V" which somewhat loosely covered her small breasts. The breast pieces were held up by thin straps that were tied together behind her neck. Her shapely, stocking covered, legs ended in black, low-healed shoes.
"You look good enough to eat, Baby." I told her.
Grinning from ear to ear, Mel kissed me and replied, "I sure hope so, but later." She looked down, saw the swelling in my pants, and said, "We better go now, or we may never get to dinner." She offered me her arm, and we headed out to my car.
We had a wonderful dinner at The Islands, a nice sea-food restaurant that used to be in central Phoenix. By silently pointing it out to our waiter, I ordered broiled dolphin for both of us. Only after Mel said she liked it did I tell her what we were eating.
With mock shock, she asked, "You mean we're eating Flipper?"
"Sure are, Babe. I guess he squeaked at the game warden one time too many." I replied.
With a giggle, she took another bite and said, "I didn't know Flipper tasted so good."
After dinner, we went to a local movie theater. I forget what movie we saw. Most of the time, I was more interested in discreetly groping Mel's chest. We had selected seats near the rear of the theater, and, as the house lights darkened, I put my left arm over her shoulder. In just a few minutes, my left hand had found its way inside her dress. I gently fondled her breast and awakening nipple during the movie. As Mel's nipple hardened, she sighed, and laid her head lightly on my shoulder.
I don't think she was all that interested in the movie either. Through most of it, Mel was lightly stroking my cock through my pants. During the film, her caressing hand kept my cock in a constant state of readiness. As she stroked it, my cock strained to be free of my constraining pants.
The movie ended, Mel turned to face me, smiled, and kissed my lips with a hunger that seemed insatiable. We held each other tightly, as we walked to the car. Once in the car, Mel slid over next to me and resumed rubbing the bulge in my pants.
As she resumed stroking my cock, Mel, with a sly grin, asked, "Are you suffering much, Honey?"
"I'm afraid my cock is going to explode if you keep that up much longer." I told her.
Without further talk, Mel lowered my zipper and released my throbbing cock from its constraints. It sprang out and stood at attention waving at her. It was well after nightfall by then. So, no one could see when she scooted her butt toward the car's passenger door, leaned over, and took my cock into her mouth. After a few deep strokes into her mouth, she raised up, looked at me, and said with a giggle, "Go ahead and drive to the nightclub. I seem to have a little work to do here." She immediately dove right back down on my cock.
Mel was happily slurping away on my cock as I started the car and pulled out of the theater's parking lot. Little Mel seemed to enjoy giving me head, and she was getting very good at it. By the time we had driven a mile or so, I was about to cum.
She must have sensed my impending eruption. Just as I was about to explode, she took my cock as deeply into her mouth as she could, cupped my balls in her hand, and sucked hard.
I gave her three or four good spurts of cum before I began to relax. Mel swallowed every drop of cum and licked my cock clean. She then sat up and scooted over close to me. She was grinning from ear to ear when she asked, "Do you think that will hold you for a little while?"
"Oh yeah, Baby. That was great. I think I can resist raping you for a little while, now." I told her, and I gave her a tender kiss. Her kiss was a bit salty from the load of cum she had just taken.
With a giggle, Mel hugged my arm and said, "Honey, you can't rape the willing."
A few minutes later, we arrived at the nightclub. I ordered my typical CC and Coke, and Mel ordered a screwdriver. The drinks arrived just as the band began playing. A quick sip of our drinks and we hit the dance floor.
