When she first saw him she knew she had to have him. Les was everything a girl could want, tender, sensitive, and he had a killer body. Melody played it shy, as she knew he was a bookworm for all his muscles and eventually they were dating. She wondered how someone so smart could enjoy being on the wrestling team. What she hadn't expected was that Les would be so reluctant. She could tell he enjoyed kissing her, but they were never alone long enough for it to go any farther. Everyone kept saying how lucky she was to have a boyfriend like him, but her body begged for more. She had been to his house a few times and so she went over Friday afternoon dressed to thrill in a red dress that barely qualified as clothing. She sat in her car for a few minutes rubbing herself to a quiet and all too short orgasm. She had been fantasizing about this weekend on the ride over and it had gotten to point where her body had begged for release. She got out of the car a little more relaxed but what seemed like twice as horny. She walked to the door glad that her coat covered her up as she moved. She knocked on the door and opened her coat. Her cunt was aching to be fucked as the door swung open. She blinked a few times, and saw that it wasn’t Les.
"I'm looking for," she paused, whoever he was he was good looking and she realized how she smelled when his eyes slide down my body. "May I come in?"
Whoever she was, she was certainly a sexy number and he could smell her arousal. He noticed the wide-eyed look on her face as his eyes scanned over her and he let her in.
"I'm looking for Les," she said as she took her coat off and draped it over the nearest chair. She felt flushed, trapped, and something else she couldn't identify.
"I'm Les," his voice was low and rumbling as he noticed the wet spot on her dress.
When she turned to face him she noticed the bulge in his pants and felt her body calling out for it. She barely resisted ripping her dress off and impaling herself on him. "Then it's you I'm looking for," she suddenly realized this was her boyfriend's father.
"You found me," he murmured trying to figure out who she was and who had sent her.
She followed her impulses and moved to him capturing his lips before he could say more, and she felt his hands grip her ass.
Suddenly her lips were on his and like some wild animal he responded. His fingers were kneading her ass feeling that she was wearing nothing under her dress, if it could be called a dress. He let himself be swallowed up in the kiss as he felt her fingers tugging down his loose sweat pants. He had just showered and hadn't bothered putting on any underwear either and he felt her hunger in the kiss.
Melody was on fire as her fingers slide his sweat pants down feeling his bare skin, caressing the shaft feeling how warm it was. Her tongue conquered his mouth as she pressed against him.
He struggled to pull away and ended up sitting down, trapped, and unable to resist as she sat down. He watched the lustful look in her eyes as she slides her dress up exposing a coppery nest of curls between her legs. He found himself pulling her into him, kissing her hard, one hand entangled in her dark auburn hair. He felt her fingers guiding him and then he felt her body surrounding his cock. He moaned into the kiss and stopped thinking as she rode him.
Melody was driven as she slid him inside her and began moving. Thoughts of her boyfriend only briefly clouded her mind as their lips fought passionately. It had been too long since she'd had sex. Les Senior responded with all the passion and tenacity of a man who has gone too long without.
Les felt her lips leave his and he gasped for breath, watching her head tip back, and her mouth part in a sensual moan as he felt her body clinging and grasping his cock. His body responded all too quickly and he wished it weren't over.
Melody sank into his lap kissing his neck before she could say anything he was thanking her. "For what?" she murmured huskily only half aware of logic.
"It's been a long time," seven long years he thought, more actually as it had been that long since his wife left him.
"How long?" she murmured as she settled in his lap enjoying the feel of his warm cock nestled inside her.
"Years," he muttered. Les could tell his cock wasn't going down, if anything it seemed harder than before.
"Why?" she softly asked as she felt his hands on her hips gently moving her back and forth. She picked up his need and continued moving as she pulled his T-shirt over his head exposing his chest.
"It's a long story," he said after his shirt was off. He moved to take her dress off but noticed how she glanced at the windows and he thought better of it.
"Tell me," she softly said wondering as she kissed down his chest. She noticed every shift of his body, as her lips got closer to his nipple and the tremor that went through him when she kissed and sucked it.
He could barely think and she was asking him why he hadn't made love in years? "My wife left me with a young son." He groaned he had never had his nipples sucked on. "She pretty much lost all interest after our son was born." Les managed to say as her lips slowly kissed over to the other nipple. He inhaled deeply as she suckled on him. "My son wanted my time and said as long as I did not have a woman stay overnight he wouldn't have a girl stay overnight."
"Seems a little simple to get around," she softly whispered before their lips met again.
He took a deep breath staring into her eyes feeling her rocking against him; "Well he kept a pretty good eye on me and worked pretty hard to keep me from dating." He noticed her nipples were straining against the fabric of her dress and he leaned forward and captured one in his mouth. Her moan echoed through his body as he felt her body go nuts. Les struggled to keep from cumming but it was too late. "Besides when he got older it was nice to know he wasn't knocking up his first girlfriend."
