Melissa was bored of being single. More than that, she was bored of having to please herself. Her last boyfriend was a lovely guy, but he'd been hopeless in bed. What she needed was a man who knew what he was doing. It didn't need to be anything long-term, or serious, just sensual, consensual pleasure.
It was Friday, and a couple of her girlfriends were going into town. They asked her if she wanted to come along, and having no better offers, Melissa accepted.
She wasn't optimistic her luck would change, but when she got into the shower, Melissa decided to shave her legs anyway, just in case. When she dressed, she decided to put on matching bra and panties for the same reason, and a tight, short-sleeved, turquoise top. Whilst not wanting to suggest she was trying too hard, Melissa didn't think it could hurt to show off her curves. Finally, she buttoned herself into her favourite, figure-hugging jeans. She liked the feeling of the denim clinging to her bum, and as they had no back pockets, she knew she'd at least attract some attention.
On a warm June evening, the first night of the weekend, town was awash with students celebrating the end of exams, getting ready to leave for the summer, or in some cases forever. The bar was busy, but they were served fairly quickly and found seats next to a low table.
They'd only been there a few minutes when Melissa saw Euan walk in. She didn't know him very well - he was a friend of a friend, really - but he was good company, and seemed like an interesting guy. Sadly, Melissa knew he was spoken for, although she also knew his girlfriend lived in another town. Furthermore, on the most recent occasions times they'd met, there had been an undercurrent, something unspoken, and Melissa felt as if Euan had been watching her for clues. She had an inkling he was interested.
As Euan headed for the bar, Melissa cast her eye over him, almost unconsciously. He was tall, fairly slim, with blond hair, and in a black t-shirt, thin, beige trousers, and retro trainers, he looked casually attractive. He glanced across, caught Melissa's eye, and smiled. Her curiosity was piqued, and she smiled back.
Having bought their drinks, Euan and his two friends headed towards the table where the girls were sitting. There was no space to begin with, so the three guys loitered nearby, chatting amongst themselves. Melissa tried not to give off any signs she was interested in him, but Euan was in her eyeline, and every so often their eyes met. The first couple of times she looked away instinctively, but the third time she didn't flinch, and neither did Euan.
Melissa returned to her conversation, and when she next looked up, Euan had gone. She scanned the room, slightly puzzled, and then heard a voice behind her.
"Lost something?" Euan asked.
Melissa looked up. "No, I was just, erm, casing the joint," she smiled. "Admiring the scenery."
"Anything in particular caught your eye?"
"Oh, one or two things," she replied, as he sat down on the sofa opposite her. Then she switched her attention back to her friends.
"Same again, ladies?" she said, picking up her glass and standing up.
When she came back from the bar, someone had vacated a space on the sofa next to Euan, and Melissa saw a chance to test the water. He turned to her as she moved in beside him, but said nothing. However, there was something in the way Euan looked at her that made Melissa's pulse quicken.
For a few minutes they each kept their attention on their friends, and Melissa wondered if Euan was genuinely interested. Then she shifted backwards slightly in the chair and found herself pressing against something.
Instinctively Melissa jumped forward a little, surprised. Then she realised what it was. She slid back again, deliberately slowly, waiting to feel if Euan's hand was still there. It was.
As her ass encountered his fingers, Melissa made no pretence to move away again. She knew what she was starting, that it was no accident his hand was behind her behind, and it thrilled her. Just feeling him touching her sent shivers through Melissa's body. Euan twisted his wrist, and Melissa lifted herself off the sofa just enough for him to force his palm beneath her. Wearing pocketless jeans seemed like a carefully planned bit of foreplay.
They stayed that way for a while, Melissa shifting slightly every few seconds and each time feeling a surge run through her. It was primal, uncontrollable, and she was pleasantly disturbed by how much it excited her.
She tried to continue holding a normal conversation with her oblivious friends, but it was getting difficult to concentrate. Her heart-rate had gone crazy.
Euan seemed to be faring better, chatting to his mates across the table, but he was making the moves, whilst Melissa was on tenterhooks, waiting to see what he'd do next.
Euan freed his hand and began stroking her back. Melissa felt him lift the edge of her top and skim the bare skin beneath. Now she wanted him to move down, to feel his fingers against the small of her back, to feel them slip beneath the waist of her jeans, to edge up against the elastic of her panties.