Lying face down where Euan had lowered her, Melissa felt the hardwood of the bedroom floor pressing against the soft warmth of her body. Still panting slightly, she revelled in the coolness, rolling onto her back to feel it against her heels, her thighs, her bum, her upper back, her shoulders, her elbows. In the darkness, it was purely about touch, about sensation.
After the magic he had worked on her with his fingers and tongue, Melissa shivered with delight imagining what Euan could do to her with his cock. Just the thought of him finally sliding inside her made her tingle with pleasure, and though she'd only just come, Melissa felt the trembling of another orgasm building within her.
This was a kind of madness, Melissa thought, wanting something so much that self-control became impossible, but she didn't care. Why try and control it when all she would be denying herself was pleasure? Hadn't that been the whole purpose of her evening, to find a man who wanted her so badly he'd do anything to please her?
Melissa's eyes slowly adjusted to the weak, orangey glow from the streetlight outside the window. She looked up at Euan as he stood in the doorway, still fully dressed. She found herself smiling uncontrollably. Here she was, sprawling naked beneath a man she didn't really know, a man who was already spoken for, a man whom she'd just let undress her in a public corridor.
"You ok down there?" he asked.
"Mm-hmm," she grinned. "But I'll be even better when you come down here."
He turned to switch the light on, but she stopped him.
"No, don't turn it on. Not yet."
So Euan left the light off, and switched a table lamp on instead. He stood there in the doorway, gazing at Melissa, admiring her as she lay on her back. She couldn't take her eyes off him, and it appeared he was transfixed by her too. Just being watched by him turned her on, and she sensed the wetness increasing between her legs.
Opening her thighs slightly, Melissa felt her pussy juices mixing with Euan's saliva, sliding from her cunt, and running down into the crack of her ass. She smiled at how bad she was, displaying herself to him like it was a wildlife documentary, and moved her right hand down over her stomach to touch herself.
"You're stunning," he said.
"You're not so bad yourself," she countered. "At least from what I can see."
Euan laughed. "Yes, sorry. I'm not being very fair."
He peeled off his top and kicked away his shoes. Barefoot and bare-chested, he began unbuckling his belt as Melissa's fingers found her pussy lips and her clit.
He let his trousers fall to the ground, revealing his erection bulging fiercely beneath tight-fitting white shorts. Melissa began playing with herself, stroking the length of her slit, becoming more slippery with each movement. She closed her eyes, expecting to feel his flesh against hers any moment. Her left hand moved to her chest, her brain registering vaguely the contrast between her soft, full breasts and the extraordinary hardness of her nipples.
Melissa looked up again. Euan was still standing in his boxers. She waited for him to remove them, to finally see him naked, but instead he stepped towards her.
Without thinking about it, she shuffled backwards across the floor, away from him.
"Playing hard to get are we?" Euan laughed, and stepped forward again. Smiling, but saying nothing, Melissa moved backwards again. Then she felt the back of her head come into contact with the frame of his bed, and she could go no further. Euan stepped forward again, placing his feet either side of her thighs.
"It looks like you're trapped, miss."
She looked up at him, at the shape of his erect penis outlined inside his shorts.
"Are you keeping those on?" she grinned.
"I was hoping you'd help me take them off," he replied.
Melissa sat up slowly. "It'd be my pleasure," she smiled.
