After months of longing, Max and Melanie were going to meet.
The two had met online, like most couples these days, be it one app or another. Neither had intended to fall for the other but it was apparent soon enough they shared a connection too obvious to ignore.
Max had been at the end of an abusive marriage when they first started talking as friends, as was Melanie. Bonded over a shared pain, friendship evolved into romantic feelings.
Stolen moments were all the two could give each other until their respective divorces played out.
From the first time Melanie sent Max a video of her singing in the shower, her red hair cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall created out of lava, the 30-something recent divorcee was infatuated.
It wasn't just her incredible body, her DDD breasts heaving up and down as she sang. There was a pure, happy spirit waiting to come out again following too many years of being locked in a change of fear and sadness.
That spirit, combined with Melanie's green eyes sparkling to seemingly light up every freckle of her porcelain skin, made Max fall harder than he could even imagine.
Melanie also found something she thought lost long ago in Max, a kindness and warmth of a man who only wanted her to be happy. He'd send her emails which melted her heart and jokes which made her laugh for the first time in forever.
He also triggered a primal lust when, as a thank you for her own contributions, Melanie saw an eight-inch cock pop up on her screen. She'd begged to see what he was working with for more than a week and when she did Melanie was far from disappointed.
Fantasies sprung in her mind, her hand wrapped around his growing member, guiding it into her pussy while she moaned in pleasure. Max's own fantasies revolved around Melanie's freckled breasts, playing connect the dots as he'd shoot burst after burst of his cum on them before she'd lick herself clean.
Because of the unlikeliness of their union, neither envisioned either would fly halfway across the country to consummate what had up until then been only online encounters.
His divorced finalized, Max left his wedding ring in a drawer at home as he boarded a plane to meet his fantasy in the flesh. Melanie could hardly contain her own excitement, sending both fully and not so fully clothed selfies to her lover to received upon his arrival.
It being winter time on the East Coast, snow was falling on the tarmac when Max landed. His cheeks burned so hot he was sure all the snow would have melted when he saw the surprises which awaited him when he turned his phone off airplane mode.
Melanie had sent a video playing with herself in a bathroom stall of the airport, funfetti dildo and all. The bulge in Max's trousers grew almost too large to hide so he quickly thought of his favorite baseball team losing the World Series just a few months prior to bring him back down.
After grabbing his suitcase for the weekend jaunt out East, Max turned the corner and saw Melanie waiting with a sign which read 'Here to sing for you, sir'. His cocked sprung to life again as he saw what she was wearing, an emerald tank top showing a generous amount of cleavage and a tight black skirt.
From the imprints her nipples were making through the top Max strongly doubted she was wearing a bra, or any other underwear for that matter.
The no-bra theory was quickly confirmed when Melanie ran up and gave Max a hug and passionate kiss, her ample bosom bouncing with every stride.
"I can't believe you're finally here," Melanie said, her tongue meeting Max's.
"Neither can I," he replied, his hands grabbing a handful of each ass cheek to give a playful squeeze.
