Another night, another date and another disaster; Melissa wondered why she bothered any more. It was three years since her husband left and she had not managed to make it past the second date with a new guy. Tonight was like most others. It seemed fine at first. He was attractive enough, clean without being polished and he even managed clever conversation over dinner.
As they drove back to his apartment, where she had met him for the date, Melissa was feeling good. More than willing to see him again, she thought (smiling a bit, on the inside, as she did). That is, until he pulled into the parking lot next to her car. It could not have been two seconds between the engine stopping and both of his hands finding their way to her breasts. No kiss, no deep hug or caress, just a rough, physical groping and a clumsy one at that.
Disappointed, rather than startled or angry, she left his car, slipped into her own and drove off. A few miles down the highway though, she did start to get angry. Not at her date oddly enough, but at herself. What was she doing wrong? Why was this so hard?
Finding a date was not hard. Melissa had always been attractive. Before she was married she had her pick of the boys and after she was married she still had to shoo them away. Of course, she was not twenty anymore, but the twenty years since had not done her wrong. Even if she was two dress sizes larger, all of her curves were still in the right places. She kept her black hair, long and wavy and men would not let her forget that her chest was still worth more then a passing glance. They were always looking.
Keeping them around seemed to be the trouble, or in most cases, wanting to keep them around. She either found them depressingly dull, or like tonight, only interested in sex. Not that she was a prude, far from it, but the intimacy never seemed to be there first.
Now that she had time to think about it though, a solid and sweaty thrashing was just what she wanted. Intimacy or not she wanted that release and she had missed her chance. Sure, he was a clumsy jerk, but he was a handsome and fit clumsy jerk. She could have enjoyed that body.
It had been a long time and she was more then missing even the pure physicality of it; the clawing and thrusting, the slipping apart and slapping together, the stretching of her sex and its gripping, squeezing response. She was making herself dizzy just thinking about it. More then dizzy she realized as she slipped her hand between her legs and cupped her slightly swollen mound. She could feel the heat through her thin slacks and had to resist the urge to give in right there. That would have been a lovely tale for the insurance company. "I lost control of the car when I reached orgasm."
By the time her German made sports sedan found her driveway, Melissa was more then ready to dash into the house, grab one of her toys and grind her way to what was sure to be a mind numbing climax. She could feel it throbbing there already. Deep within her loins the heat was coming in waves. She was already aching for release and she had yet to touch her bare skin.
Inside the house she headed straight to her bedroom, but stopped short of going in. Instead she crossed the hall into the bathroom and closed the door. She wanted to see herself in the full length mirror that hung there. She took a moment to fluff out her hair and then took a good look. She was pretty with a small nose, full lips and large dark eyes that were almost as black as her hair. But, what she really wanted to see was her breasts. She was showing them off tonight, she knew. Perhaps that is why she did not slap her date before she stormed off. In her push up bra and fitted turtleneck her curves could not have been more exposed while still being covered. The top fit so well you could even see the curve of her breasts at the sides. Caressing lightly, she moved her hands to the tops of her breasts and then down the front of her chest, brushing over her nipples then shifting underneath before moving forward again so she could squeeze her excited nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand. Moving her hands down to her waist she smiled at the curve of her breasts, tummy and hips. She was still an hourglass, perhaps not perfect, but she had a women's body. A sexual body and she was going to put it to use.
A loud thump from the second floor broke her out of her sexual examination. She did not remember seeing her son's car outside when she got home, but considering her state of mind, that was hardly surprising. She walked out into the hall and over to the stairs with the intention of calling up to him to see what was happening. It was not like him to be in on the weekend and she was a little worried that something might be wrong.
As Melissa climbed the stairs she began to realize that there was nothing wrong at all, at least not from Alexander's perspective. As she came closer, the sounds coming from his room were unmistakable. Melissa stood in the hall for a moment, not sure of what to do. She never said "don't have sex in the house", she just thought it was a given. She didn't want to make a large scene, but she did want to put an end to this. The panting and grunting was getting a bit distracting. Melissa moved closer to the door and prepared to knock when she realized that the door was slightly ajar. Instinctively she stepped back afraid that she would be seen by her son or the girl he was with. She quickly recovered and realized that even if it wasn't almost completely dark in the hall, what light there was in Alexander's room would have kept either him or his partner from seeing much beyond the threshold.
Moving forward to knock on the door frame this time, so as not to push the door open wider, she stopped again. But, this time her pause came at the sound of the girl's voice.
"Oh, Alex, slow down please. It's too big, you're hurting me."
She knew it was wrong to spy, but that thought did not even cross her mind. After hearing those words Melissa got as close to the opening as she dared and looked inside. What she saw made her bite her lower lip to keep from gasping.
