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The Town As they walked across the parking lot of the school, Ed said, "thank you for the invitation. I'm glad I decided to stay an extra day." Melissa's hand was in her purse as she searched for her car keys. "It's funny, I feel like I know a lot about you. People seem to really open up when they communicate with words." She unlocked her car door, as Ed reached for the handle. He watched as her dress rose up as she eased into the bucket seat. The berry shade of the Achieva glistened in the dark parking lot. The power locks clicked, and Ed slid into the seat beside her. "I have really been enjoying my visit, I'm sure dinner will be fun." Ed's left hand wandered beyond the console, His fingers continued playing along Melissa's leg. He thought about those last moments before they left the school. His mind was not on dinner as they drove through town. They talked about the day, as Melissa pointed out familiar spots she'd mentioned in their chats. The gym, the coffee shop, Ed's hand continued to squeeze and probe between her legs, rubbing lightly then harder across her center as she gripped the wheel of her car. His hands seemed to use every advantage, as she shifted her leg from the brake to the gas, he'd inch a finger higher feeling the moisture and warmth between her legs. A movement of her foot back to the brake sent the finger even higher. A light touch, a gentle stroke, a playful pinch, then a tight squeeze as the sparkling lights of traffic whizzed by. Melissa didn't protest, yet she did keep the conversation moving, pointing out the sites as she car roared deeper into the night. Ed responded politely with yeas, and uh-hums, as he continued his teasing touching beneath her dress. Melissa's voice was softer, and lower, as she squirmed slightly in the driver's seat. That last movement producing a deep sigh, as a single digit of Ed's left hand was drawn deeply into her body. Melissa's legs parted more as she raised up from the seat, her right hand dropping into her lap. Ed started drawing back, as Melissa's hand squeezed tightly around his wrist. A reassuring pressure downward seemed to telegraph approval of this arrangement from her hand to his and below. "Remember how you touched me just before we left the school," Ed said. "Well, I thought about how I'd respond to that little surprise." His finger was probing the tight lace cover of her panties. An upward motion found a warm moist spot, folds of skin gliding across either side of his nail. A long breath, followed by a low moan seemed to signal Melissa's arousal. "Hey, we were in an empty lobby of a schoolstanding still, not CRRRRROOOOOO-zzzzzihnnnnnggg down the freeway at......." Her voice trickled off as she pulled into the right lane. "Do you want me to stop," Ed said. His fingers now sliding smoothly beneath her skirt. "You told the truth by the way." Melissa glanced over with a puzzled looked on her face. 'You do shave" his hand now fully inside her panties he patted her soft smooth bare skin. The drive continued, Ed's hand rested quietly between Melissa's legs, she felt the warmth of his fingertips. A periodic rippling movement maintained her arousal, as they continued making their way toward the airport. Billboards loomed along the roadway, "Be our guest" trumpeted a huge sign with the Marriott logo, a smaller insert said six miles. "Almost there," Ed said as he moved his fingers to probe her center once again. Slipping two fingers inside as Melissa approached the freeway exit. As the Achieva slowed approaching the wide boulevard beyond the entrance, the speed of Ed's fingering movements increased. Two fingers spreading and moving deeper, then pulling back. Melissa moaned as she pulled to a stop. Her head dropped back as she spread her legs widely . Her one hand remained on the wheel the other gripped the console tightly as soft sounds rose from her lips. The light signaling left turn changed to green as seconds passed. The honking horns. of impatient motorists brought no response. Ed drew his finger back, exiting the lace-trimmed triangle of her panties. "I think we should turn here Melissa." The words made her sit upright, she accelerated with a jolt. Ed's hand now rubbed her belly, as he smiled seductively. "Oh, you have a lovely town." he said, as Melissa turned into the entrance to the Marriott. "Park over there" he said. "I just have the briefcase and my overnight bag." Ed directed Melissa to a darkened corner of the parking lot, as she put the car into park and cut the ignition , she felt Ed's warm breath at her ear. Pushing back her hair she felt his lips on her neck, settling deeper into the car seat she enjoyed being able to drift off enjoying the attention. Ed's hand resumed the position which had given her fits along the highway just minutes before. Melissa's head dropped back as she now forced his hand down hard against her mound. Her thighs locked tightly around his wrists as a wave of delicious warmth swept through her body. "OOOOOHHHHH," a moan, the wetness, and the fragrance of sex began to fill the air. The windows of the car, fogged slightly . Her right hand now balled into a tight fist, as she rocked back and forth. The motion of Ed's hand between her legs, now probing sharply , deeply, his thumb squeezing down against her clit. Faster then slow as Melissa's knees rose up, her feet pushing hard against the floorboard of the parked car. Few words were said as Ed's teeth nipped playful at her neck, his hand beginning to slow, his remaining finger inside beginning to stir a simmering pot. As Melissa let out one long slow deep sigh, Ed said, "I'm sure you're hungry. 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The Lobby Quiet moments passed as Melissa stroked the back of Ed's hand. Her neck rested against the headrest as Ed's hand wander upward from her lap. His fingers unbuckled Melissa's seat belt as he slowly moved his hand to trace to form of her upper body. A throaty growl escaped from Ed's lips as his left hand fondled her breasts. He was lifting Melissa's right breast up and down. He paused at the center of her breast to trace the shape of her nipple through the sweater. It formed a small point that protruded outward like a fingertip. With a pinching twist He brought a quivering sigh from deep within her. Ed's fingers creased her cleavage, repeating that hard twisting pinch at the tip of her left breast. His hand moved upward touching the bare skin at her neckline then brushing softly against her cheek. Running his finger Melissa's lips, the tip of her tongue stabbed outward. She wet her lips as her tongue swirled around the digit. His other hand floated lightly across her face. "Touching you is one hundred times better than talking about it," he said. "This has been a great day." Melissa heard the automatic locks unlatch as Ed's face moved closer to her. She didn't expect the light kiss on the cheek Ed delivered before opening his car door. Seconds later Ed opened the driver's side door, as he reached in Melissa offered him her hand. Instead he allowed his to first drop to her left leg. A single finger moved upward from her knee to well beyond the hem of her sweater. "I have barely touched this side at all," he said. "It was too hard to reach with you driving." He took her hand delicately in his own pulling her lightly from the car. "We'll have to be sure you sit to my right at dinner." Ed reached into the back seat to pull out his briefcase and overnight bag. As they crossed the dark parking lot, Ed's hand wound around her waist. Every few steps he'd drop it down top rub or squeeze her thigh or cup her butt. As the hotel loomed closer, the bright lights of the entrance illuminated the plush lobby ahead. For the first time since before they'd left the school Melissa glanced at her watch, it was nine o'clock. "I know we have to eat," Ed said. "But first I'd better check in, I want to make sure I have a place to sleep tonight." Melissa thought to herself, "so do I." As they walked through the huge brass and glass doors, Melissa's reflection provided her with a glimpse of her herself. The day's activities had taken their toll. Teaching, the tour, then that ride, her hair was tangled, her skin showed the glow of passion, and her lipstick had all but disappeared. "Why don't you check in," she said. "I'll meet you in the lounge in about a half an hour. I'm sure you want to freshen up. As Ed headed to the registration desk, Melissa headed to the foyer near the lounge, she did not look back as she opened the large wooden door. She knew the brass plate marked with the large 'W' would provide the privacy she felt she needed. A place to think and prepare for the deliciously tense moments that might come with dinner and after. Ed checked in. He took the elevator to the seventh floor, inserting the card-key in room 712. He turned on the light and dropped his bags at the door. "Melissa was right." Ed thought, "I do want to freshen up." He had 20 minutes before she expected him downstairs again. Opening his bag Ed pulled out a change of clothes; a casual pullover comfortable slacks and other essential items. After a brief shower he dried off quickly. Looking in the mirror as he dressed Ed smiled. "Mustn't keep a lady waiting," he said as the radio played softly in the background. He dabbed on a light touch of cologne, pants, shirt, and shoes, and he was ready to leave. Locking the door Ed headed back to the lobby. When he entered the lounge he saw Melissa sitting quietly at the bar. He stepped away and ordered a booth, after asking his waitress for a drink, he added, "and anything the lady at the end of the bar would prefer." She turned in her order to the bartender, picking up his drink a few moments later. "What would you like," said the bartender. "An admirer says ask for the moon." Melissa looked around, and shifted nervously on her stool. "No thanks, I'm sorry, I'm waiting for someone," she said. "Please tell them thank you for me." The bartender shrugged his shoulders. It was a signal to the barmaid to let the customer know. "I'm sorry sir, the young woman has opted to pass," she said. Ed pulled a pad from his pocket, jotting down a few words, he quickly folded it and handed it to the waitress. "Please, would you just give this to the woman for me." He passed along a five dollar tip to the waitress for her troubles as she headed to the end of the bar. "Excuse me Ms. The gentleman in the booth asked me to give you this." The waitress passed on the folded white lined paper, palming the five to slip into her tip-sack. Melissa opened the paper and read the words silently. She smiled, picking up her purse as she headed toward the row of booths by the wall. The curious note was left crumpled on the bar top. The bartender retrieved it as he wiped the area where she'd been sitting. Opening it up he read the scribbled message. "I have been watching you all day. I think you look really sexy. I know you feel sexy, too. I have a seat here in this nice, quiet booth. Won't you come and slide in on my right? You might enjoy it." The bartender watched as the woman in the black sweater dress moved seductively across the room . He slipped the note into his pocket and smiled. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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The Booth | Melissa walked over to the booth, and smiled. "So, you're all taken care of," she said. "No I wouldn't say all," said Ed. "Have a seat." Melissa stepped inside the U-shaped booth. She slid across the leather upholstery, settling in closely beside her friend. Her body was now enveloped in the thick padding of the high-backed cushions. "I see you still haven't ordered, Melissa, let's see if I can get our waitress to come back." The fingers of Melissa's left hand spread out across Ed's thigh. She dug her nails in slightly and squeezed as he tried to raise up. "No, you just sit there, I'm sure she'll be back eventually." Ed smiled and shifted his body even closer to Melissa. The ambiance was so much different now. The school had offered the chance of forbidden excitement. The ride was dangerously tense as theydd teased and touched in the rush of traffic. Now the hotel lounge offered what both considered a natural setting to continue their discovery. They talked, she told him of her love of art, her involvement in local theater, and dreams of something more. He spoke of the culture and drama he sought in his spare time. He also talked about missing the road, the travel and excitement of pursuing stories. While they talked, they watched each other, the expressions, the gestures. The spontaneity of the mood gave way to a touch, lingering fingertips brushing across the warm, soft flesh of the back of a hand. The soft moves toward familiarity seemed to occur in two different places. Some touches were obvious, like hands gently grasping on the darkened table top. But below, a calf cloaked in white hose, rubbed gently against a khaki covered leg. The talking continued, laughing, touching, a faint scent of a desired lover rising to their nostrils. Darkened profiles, absorbed in the dimly lighted room. "May I help you," the waitress said, "Imm really sorry it took so long, I was tied up in the dining area." Melissa looked up, I'll have a "South of the Border," she said. Melissa wasn't much of a drinker, but she thought "it is Friday night." "May I get you another beer sir," said the waitress." "No, I'll have a Scotch and soda." The waitress nodded, and walked away. "So did you ever think we'd actually meet," Ed said. "To tell you the truth, I'd been waiting for an opportunity for weeks. When you told me about the career day, I was so afraid you'd tell me no." 'I wouldn't have thought about turning you down," said Melissa. "The kids need to know that life doesn't end at the county line." Ed's right hand was resting on Melissa's knee under the table as they talked. He moved it back slightly and lightly rubbed her thigh. "How about for the teacher," he said. Melissa looked up puzzled for a moment. "Do the teacher's interests and world end at the county line?" Ed's hand moved even higher his right index finger now played inside the elastic band of Melissa's thigh highs. Melissa, reached down again, not to push away, but just to hold. "Here comes the waitress, I hope you can reach your wallet with your left hand." "Here are your drinks, the kitchen is still open, would you like something to eat," she said. For the first time in what must have been hours, Ed looked at his watch. "We really should eat something," he said. "That is if you're hungry." The waitress was accommodating. "We have a broiled shrimp, served with crisp steamed vegetables. We call it 'night light for two,' it's not too heavy." Melissa nodded her approval. Ed said, "Yes that will be fine." Taking a final sip from the beer he'd nursed for nearly an hour, Ed said, "now where were we?" Melissa started to speak. "I want you to know driving over here was quite a distraction. I could barely remember how to get here," she said. "You do know I could have rear-ended someone? And then, holding up traffic." Melissa blushed slightly in the dim light. "Of course it was worth it, she said, as she forced Ed's hand further under her dress. Pausing between her legs, as she gripped his wrist tightly, she said 'now there's nothing to get in your way." A big smile appeared on Ed's face, as his right hand patted, and stroked softly. His eyes flashed brightly as he said "I see I wasn't the only one who freshened up." Melissa repositioned herself in the booth, sinking even deeper into the thick leathery cushions. She craned her neck back and sighed deeply, as her legs spread further under the table. Ed's fingers spread, then tightened, patted and squeezed. He was still smiling as he felt Melissa's thighs close tightly over his distended right thumb. Melissa was sitting up leaning into the table now and smiling. The smug look on her face indicated she enjoyed the position they'd assumed, Ed's hand was trapped between her legs. He wasn't trying to remove, it, but with Melissa's thighs tightly locked together it was clear for the moment that she would determine the next move. Ed's movements were now confined to running his knuckle up and down against the closest moist crease. They continued to talk, the subjects didn't matter much. It was the type of conversation spawned by any get-acquainted date. School, life, old relationships. Yet, the familiarity that these two people shared provided options. Between sips, and smiles, knowing glances seemed to say there was much more to come. Melissa released her grip on Ed's wrist. Instead of relaxing his hand and pulling back, a finger found the now warm and wet crease it at been rubbing for a while. It plunged in deeply as Melissa let out a slight moan. The lounge was nearly empty as the waitress brought the food. Busboys were busy cleaning other stations in the still dimly lit lounge. A couple of people at the far end of the bar was watching basketball. As the waitress walked away, Melissa reached under the table with her right hand, finding Ed's zipper and pulling in down with a tug. As she reached in beyond silk boxer shorts, Ed said, "I thought you were hungry?" Melissa smiled and said, "Oh, I am." . Picking up a fork and stabbing a shrimp with one fluid motion, "Didn't you know I'm left handed" The Room The light dinner was a vague memory as Melissa and Ed floated from the lounge. Their bodies touched as they waited alone by the bank of elevators. Ed pushed the button for the seventh floor as the doors closed behind them. Melissa hugged Ed's form pushing him tightly against the rear of the car. The elevator lurched upward as Melissa's right leg rubbed up and down against his pants. Her breasts pressed tightly against his chest as she grasped his neck. Her hands rubbed the edge of his hairline as their lips met. Melissa's tongue pushed deep inside Ed's mouth. Her dress rose upward revealing the edges of her hose. Ed felt Melissa's pelvis press hard against his crotch. Their bodies moved tightly together as the elevator bell sounded, the doors opened revealing the seventh floor hallway behind. The hurried steps toward room 712 took just seconds as Ed's key card unlocked the door to the darkened room. They were alone, and the desire welling up inside of them continued to build. Ed closed the door behind them as Melissa curled up in the chair by the window. The room, the bed, being alone together increased the tension between them. For the first time an awkward nervousness set in. It was apparent that they'd wanted each other. The months spent chatting by computer and the telephone calls had made it clear that they both looked forward to this chance at real intimacy. Ed stood staring at Melissa, looking down at her as she sat with one leg folded underneath her body. A pump dangled loosely of the toes of her left foot as she began to speak. "This has been very interesting day," she said. "Yes interesting, I'm glad I decided to spend a little extra time in the area," Ed said, "listen there may be some juice or mineral water or something in the honor frige." Ed reached inside, emerging two bottles. "Listen, I'll get some ice from the machine down the hall, and you just make yourself comfortable." Ed grabbed his card key, picked up the ice bucket and headed toward the door, 'I'll be right back." The day had been a long one for Melissa, she'd left home early to get her classroom ready for career day. She looked around the room, it was like any other Marriott anywhere. A dresser, night tables, two full-size beds. She thought how typical the artwork hanging over the beds was, as she walked back toward the bathroom door. She also thought of how her last doubts about her plans were fading away. She fingered the clothing hanging in the open closet area near the entrance to the room. There was a jacket, two pairs of slacks, and three dress shirts still neatly laundered. They were spaced neatly on the rack. Melissa picked up her purse she'd set down on the bed closest to the door. She looked around inside, rattling her keys as she briefly checked the contents. Pulling a powder blue shirt from a hanger on the closet rack, she headed into the bathroom. The door closed tightly behind her. Ed came back into the room. He noticed that Melissa's purse was gone, he also did not see her sitting in the chair where he'd left her. There were two shoes on the floor by the window. One black pump was laying on its side, the other sitting upright not more than a foot away. Ed set the ice bucket on the table and unwrapped the two glasses which sat on a tray on a shelf by the door. He took his shoes off, and threw his jacket over a chair by the dresser. Settling into a chair by the window Ed noticed the sound of running water. The humid smell of steam, and the low hum of an exhaust fan provided clues revealing the activity inside. Ed sat back and smiled, watching the lights of planes landing at the nearby airport through the balcony windows. The scene was relaxing, but he also waited impatiently for his guest. They had spoken of such a meeting many times, a sense of false bravado coloring their words. He wondered how the night would turn out. The physical arousal that had punctuated the day had been full of checks and counter checks. Small acts really, taking each other to the edge, alarming, and shocking, and such good feelings. The day had provided so many moments of unfulfilled passion. The discoveries of each other's hot points. The actual sensations of touch that they had not even been able to imagine until today. He thought about the softness of her hair. The sensual warmth of her skin, and that bare mound that he'd touched but still had yet to see. Raising a glass of water to his lips, he savored the fragrance still lingering on his fingers. Another smile flashed across his face has he felt a reaction inside of his pants. He closed his eyes and drifted off into thoughts, she was on his mind as he reviewed the events of the day. A hand reached down across his shoulders as two wet lips nibbled playfully at Ed's neck. He noticed the slightly rolled sleeve of his starched blue shirt covering a soft arm leading to small hands and painted nails. The hand squeezed into his thigh as Melissa's body plopped into his lap. "I see you took my advice and got comfortable," he said. "Yes, the shower was very relaxing," she said. "I hope you don't mind I, needed something fresh to wear." A warm and seductive smile crossed her lips as she planted a warm and passionate kiss upon Ed's lips. "You took a shower when you first got in didn't you," she said, as she unbuttoned Ed's shirt. Melissa's right leg slipped down off of Ed's lap, revealing her open thighs as Ed's hand settled in over her center. He rubbed lightly, exploring her soft skin with his fingertips. The lights of the airport shined in through the window. Melissa's nipples formed small points at the pockets of the too-large shirt that covered her body. She moaned softly as Ed's finger pressed and twisted just inches beneath her navel. The sensitive skin was still damp from the shower as her center slowly warming to his touch. Their mouths pressed together as their bodies filled the chair. Melissa's fingertips roamed across Ed's bare chest, her nails snagging slightly as they caught his chest hairs. Light moans rose from her throat as she drifted along on Ed's touch. She felt the stiffness beneath her body that gave away his own arousal. Ed's hands touched and pinched Melissa's legs, reaching down, then stroking upward to touch and learn every inch of the body now curled up in his lap. Melissa's teeth, and lips, and tongue sucked, then bit and licked first one side of his face and then the other. A slow sense of discovery, seemed to produce a level feeling of desire that washed over them riveting them to the chair. An unseen clock regulated the pace, two people, attuned to each other's desire. The beds, both of them open and available just feet away from where they sat. The privacy they had shared for brief moments throughout the day was now taking on an uninterrupted permanence. Neither Ed nor Melissa seemed eager to break this probing embrace against the backdrop of the airport lights. She cooed softly as Ed's fingers continued to focus on her center. His lips were now on her neck, her hand now in his lap. Pulling at his belt, Melissa rose up abruptly. She stood over him as she loosened his pants, unbuckling the fly, unzipping his zipper. His face now even with her belly, Ed saw the skin of Melissa's body contrasting against the blue of his shirt. The bottom buttons now lose, her naked center open and available inches from his face. He pulled her closer, his hands cupped tightly around her rear, his lips now on her body as he breathed deeply kissing, touching and tasting for the first time. The Moment Melissa felt Ed's lips caressing her belly, the tip of his tongue traced small circles around her navel, She felt his hands squeezing tightly, no longer blocked by clothes or situations. She tilted her head back, slowly drifting into the support of Ed's arms. The toes of her right foot , curled atop the cushion of the chair. Her left leg supported her weight as she opened her body to Ed's roaming lips. Her hands stroked his hair, sometimes grasping, as she craned her neck closing her eyes tightly to let a single long gasp escape her throat. Ed seemed intent on serving, his hand, his lips, even his nose worked to commit Melissa's flesh, her warmth, and scent to memory. He focused on her responses, pulling back at any tense reaction, slowly proceeding to the slightest encouragement. He felt Melissa's soft hands rubbing and stroking at his neck, he heard her sighs. He tasted her juices, sucking in her fragrance, as his head moved back and forth. The motion of his shaking head drew no negative responses. The sound of her breathing and her voice guided him on as he played across her body. His hands kneading the soft and ample flash beneath her back. A finger sometimes venturing over to probe at the crease or to plumb her depths. The blackness of the night was broken periodically by approaching aircraft, the flashing beacons lining up to pierce the center of the runway lights, a silver bird roaring in and disappearing in the darkness of the tarmac. Melissa was moaning softly as her hips moved back and forth in a slow rocking motion, as she enjoyed this attention she was receiving. Ed's hands tugging and plucking at the buttons of his shirt, each one loosened to reveal more of her body. The air hitting her skin, and the arousal of the nerves beneath her waist gradually evoking responses from her entire body. Her breast were full, her nipples, darkened and pointed as she felt her chest heaving up and down. She was falling deeper into this moment of passion, Just standing there rocking back and forth, stroking a head that seemed so content to be seeing to her needs. A muscle contraction started at her center. A wave of spasms rose up past her navel to roll through her body just beneath her ribs. The moans gave way to low noises, which rose in pitch moving further up her body. The sounds she made were words and more, her voice making a sucking sound against the air of the silent room. The throaty sounds of passion rising them subsiding then rising again. She also heard another sound, a licking sucking kissing pattern a long voice humming and searching as Ed went about his happy task. The lips of her vulva were full and warm against Ed's mouth. Her juices now flowed freely. The stickiness on her upper thighs offered up a warm and slick blend of her juices and the spoils from Ed's probing tongue. His mouth now moved upward covering the very center of her shaven mound. His teeth first biting at her swollen hood, then a tongue pushing back to expose Melissa's passion. Then blunted teeth biting and a tongue flicking wildly as Melissa rose upward on her toes and squeezed Ed's head tightly against her body. The moans, and sighs gave way to screams and squeals and she enjoyed the moment. Her leg tightening beneath her as her knees began to give out, her body now solely supported on Ed's hands still gripping tightly beneath her hips. Melissa was cradled in his strong hands as she gave herself up totally to the feelings overtaking her last bits of control. Rocking and being lost, her head back, his head deeply immersed, and nothing but the darkness, sounds and touch to stimulate their senses. A gripping orgasm wracked her body, convulsing, and shaken, she slumped forward to pushing Ed's body back with the force of her weight. She slumped back onto the chair. Her knees fell to the floor, as her hands dug into his chest. Her hair now hung wildly, as her eyes flashed. Small beads of perspiration formed across her brow as her labored breathing subsided. She found herself on her knees before this man, this friend she'd talked with for months but had only met today. Melissa's hands reached into Ed's silk boxers. With firmness and softness she felt around emerging with one hand gripped tightly around Ed's shaft. The other lightly stroked his sack, rolling the oval orbs inside around as though they were treasured possessions. She looked up into Ed's eyes, she also noticed the glistening wetness, clinging to his mustache. He had a slight smile on his face, and his eyes offered calming reassurance. Melissa slowly moved her head closer to the chair looking at the part of Ed she had unsheathed from silken cloth. She licked her lips and smiled as she held on, squeezing then relaxing her hand. Her tongue poked out to touch and trace, in a teasing maneuver, as Ed watched and squirmed slightly in antici pation. The warmth of Ed's legs and the rigid form gave away his strong desire for more. Melissa's tongue flicked outward, as her right hand squeezed the loose sack tightly. Ed seemed to shift in his chair, a low deep moan broke his silence. He did not watch as his head dropped back against the rear cushion of the chair. Melissa's mouth covered a fleshy crown, drifting down to a textured ring before moving back up , to lick an open slot. Her tongue glided over a cleft, then wrapped around that same crown again to squeeze lightly between her lips. The expression on her face as she gazed upward seemed to say it all, A smile formed with an o-shaped mouth as she searched Ed's reactions for signs of approval. Her eyes seemed to flash as she bit down. The bite was hard enough to electrify Ed's senses, yet tempered as to not break the skin. Ed reached behind Melissa's head stroking rubbing, grasping a handful of hair. He watched as she moved her mouth over his shaft taking in more then pausing swallowing, breathing and taking in even more again. Melissa continued to explore, to lick to suck, to turn Ed on, his shaft glistened with the results of her work as he pulled her upward. Ed rose from the chair himself his now naked body rubbing against Melissa's. His hands pulled the shirt from her shoulders as she moved in closer to him. A deep passionate kiss and holding seemed to continue forever. Their naked bodies encased behind the glass of the balcony doors, the night sky beyond and the lessening airport traffic as flight operations slowed for the night. The lights from the distant runway offered up a bluish glow. Ed and Melissa both looked toward the wall, an inviting bed offered chances of more discovery and passion yet to come. �
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