'I'm off to bed now.' She said into the phone, lowering the tone of her voice to a sexy whisper. Whether intentional or not I don't know. I just closed my eyes and thought of her sliding naked between the sheets, wondering if her husband would be giving her one tonight.
'Goodnight.' I said.
'Goodnight Joe.' She whispered. 'See you in the morning.'
Her tone of voice had such promise in it, well I could dream couldn't I? But would this dream come true?
I had known Melissa for about 5 years now. She worked with my wife and I would see her every now and again, all too seldom for my liking. She just had a way about her with her that you couldn't help but like. She had the most beautiful friendly smile and big welcoming blue eyes.
When my wife left that office they kept in touch and indeed became closer friends and she visited our house quite a lot. Melissa and I had always got on well and I seemed to make her laugh. I loved it when she visited and I would have to try and hide my joy when the familiar sound of her clapped out Ford pulled into our driveway.
Melissa and I were getting friendlier on her every visit. She was not married long but I knew she did not marry for love. At 35, her husband was 9 years older. He had his own house and plenty of money. My wife had confided in me that she hoped she would eventually love him. She also told her that in bed he just satisfied himself in less than 2 minutes and fell asleep. I began to fantasise about her more and more. I knew it was just pure lust. As nice and friendly as she was it was just the animal in me that wanted to just fuck her. Her body was well toned and she kept herself fit. Her breasts were not huge by any means but I am a "Bottom feeder" anyway so it was her arse that drove me crazy. I can only call it perfect. It was beautiful and rounded and it was becoming the object of my obsession. I was even closing my eyes when having sex with my wife imagining it was Melissa. I was seriously becoming afraid of screaming her name out one night in bed.
On one of her visits she was in the kitchen talking to us and telling us how she had just bought the stuff to decorate her spare bedroom. As it turned out her husband did not even possess a drill let alone know how to use it and had only ever painted once in his life and certainly had no idea how to hang wallpaper. I knew what was coming next and my wife volunteered me to help her out. I rolled my eyes to heaven in mock disgust but to have shown genuine disappointment would have called for an Oscar® winning performance. So that was it. She had seen the TV makeover show and I'd agreed to help her fix up her bedroom. It needed a bit of work; wallpapering, painting and a few other little jobs needed to be done like shelves and a curtain pole. I told her as soon as I cleared a couple of days off work I would ring her and let her know when I'd call over.
2 days later I arrived at her door at 9am.
'Good morning.' She said cheerily. 'You're early.'
'If I'm too early I could come back later.' I replied jokingly.
'No no!' Was the expected reply. 'There's plenty of work to keep us going.
Come in.'
She headed for the kitchen so I followed her in and used the few seconds that I had before she turned around to check out what she had on. She looked gorgeous even this early in the morning. She had that fresh just stepped out of the shower look about her. She smelled beautiful. Whatever it was she used in the shower I would buy her a 2-litre container of it. Her long blonde hair was tied back. Her plain white top clung to her like it was sprayed on. It stopped 2 inches above the top of her shorts just teasing me with a bit of her midriff. I knew I would have to concentrate to keep my eyes off her breasts when she turned around. Her gorgeous round arse was packed into a cut down pair of Levi's, which had been cut very short to show off a lot of her pale-skinned athletic legs. It was unusual for her not to wear trainers, instead she opted for a pair of flip-flops, which did more for her feet and legs, making them sexier and not looking like she was going to run a 10k. Also it made a lot of blood surge into my cock. It was like she knew I had a foot fetish. Her toenails were painted red and to me that was red rag to a bull. Only I wanted to impale her on a different type of horn.
'Tea?' She asked glancing over her shoulder.
'Yes please.' I replied hoping that she didn't catch me checking her out. Though she was no fool and probably knew me well enough to know I fancied her like mad and I would be mentally undressing her. She placed a mug of tea in front of me, sat down and chatted away about what she wanted done. I tried to concentrate on what she was saying but it wasn't easy. Every time she'd look down to her interior designs book I'd check out her breasts. Her clingy top enabled me to make out the design of her lacy bra. It almost hid her nipples but I could still make them out. I imagined her naked, bouncing up and down on top of my cock.
'Right, let's get to work.' She said bringing me back to earth. I welcomed her intervention; work would take my mind off sex and allow some blood back to my brain. She had actually done a good job of painting herself the previous day so we got stuck into the wallpapering. The time flew in and we worked well together. The room was starting to look well and she was impressed.
She had long since been flirty with little touches her and there. Today was no different but of course so much more. Two people working in a confined space could lead to two things. You're either going to be at each other's throat or you get closer physically. Happily for me it was the latter. When I would step off the ladder, her hand went out as if to catch me. I milked it and put my arm on her shoulder and deliberately brushed against her. She played along and I began to think we were both in the same position. Reaching a point where we wanted each other but wrestling with our conscience.
The sight of her gorgeous arse when she'd bend over had long since aroused me and also when she bent over, the top of her jeans would pout to reveal the lace of a g-string. When I needed to get by her, I held her waist. Her top was short so I felt flesh, warm naked flesh. My prick was by now rampant. I had hoped that fate would be good to me that day, and it was. It literally threw us together.
The next thing to happen couldn't have been planned to work so well, it just happened. As she tried to step through the minefield of utensils on the floor, she tripped over a roll of wallpaper and fell towards me. I instinctively caught her. As I remember it now, the world seemed to stop spinning at that moment. Her hands gripped my shoulders and my hands caught her waist. We stood transfixed looking at each other not sure who should make the next move. Then someone kick started the world again. She swallowed hard and licked her top lip. If I didn't do it now, I would never do it. I leaned down and placed my lips on hers. Her mouth opened to welcome my tongue. That was it, green light. There could be no turning back now. I once again held her waist, but this time it wasn't to get by her, this time I didn't take my hands away.
As our tongues wrestled, I ran my hands up and down her back. She pulled her mouth from mine and sighed deeply throwing her head back inviting me to kiss her neck. I placed soft tender kisses on her neck trying not to get too carried away by sucking too hard and leaving marks. I pulled her harder into me. She moaned deeply as my aching hardness pressed into her mound. I couldn't bear this any longer, I craved her nakedness and for her insides to relieve me of my throbbing erection. I took her top and pulled it up, she raised her arms allowing me to remove it. As I undid her bra, she opened my jeans. Then she stripped the rest of the way. She threw her bra on the floor, kicked off her shoes, opened her shorts and in one movement slid her shorts and knickers off together. This may have been quick but it was sheer heaven. She was everything I dreamed she'd be. As I stripped I feasted my eyes on her perfect body, each inch of flawless skin. I lowered my boxers and she checked out my equipment and smiled.
"I always wondered what size it would be." She said.
"And?" I inquired.
"I don't think I'm going to be disappointed anyway." She replied.
