I’ve lived many years, in many places, and had the love of a few good women. I’ve made many freinds and acquaintances over the years and they have supplied me with many stories. I think they’re mostly lies, but who cares? Most of the stories have been told later at night, after the cards are put down and the bottles are emptying.Some stories are mine, others I’ve made mine.
The relationship between Micky and Melissa instensifies. Melissa has a chance encounter with an interesting sales girl.
(Many thanks to my colleague Phil Gorman for his proofing and editorial assistance)
Warning - I will be switching the narrative around through this chapter!
Elaine’s Bistro, in downtown Columbus, was a successful business. The food was excellent, the drinks were strong, the atmosphere perfect, the prices reasonable, the staff was superb, and the owner gracious; but, most importantly, the chefs were outstanding! Anthony Romano, the Chef de Cuisine, specialized in Italian and American cuisine, and Melissa Futch, the sous chef, specialized in Mediterranean fare and seafood. The Chefs de Partie were well-paid and extremely competent.
Melissa’s shift at Elaine’s Bistro was scheduled to end at eleven on Sunday night. She never had to clock in or out, she was a salaried employee. At nine, Anthony put an arm around her and told her to head home. The restaurant was nearly empty and the Chefs de Partie were more than capable of taking care of any orders that might come in.
“You sure Anthony? I can stay, and you could clear out, if you want. Hell, you’ll be back here tomorrow even though we’re closed!”
“Yes, I’m sure Melissa. If I’m not mistaken, you’ve stayed late for the last three Sundays. Go home and get some rest. I’ll e-mail you the week’s menu tomorrow and you can make your additions ... same shopping schedule?”
“Could you go on Tuesday? I have a date Monday.”
Anthony smiled and tried his best to hug his beautiful coworker.
“A date? Girl, you can have all of Tuesday off if you want!”
Melissa smiled and gave Anthony a quick hug before saying, “No, that will be OK. I’ll shop Wednesday and Friday, if that works for you.”
With their schedules settled, Melissa headed home early.
On the drive, Melissa thought about work. She loved working at Elaine’s; everyone was so nice and friendly. Anthony was a treasure to work with, and she learned so much from him. For a moment, she considered heading to the Pour House to see what was going on but then thought better of it.
Melissa pulled into the attached garage, thankful that Matt had insisted she take his space when she moved in. She felt much safer getting out of the car in the closed garage. She turned the car off, clicked “close” on the remote opener, and then sat for a moment in the car. She felt the familiar wave of emotion take over her as she played back Anthony’s innocent comment in reaction to her saying she had a date. The sobs came uncontrollably and it took her several minutes to regain control.
Thankfully, neither Matt nor Nate was around and she was able to get to her room without having to talk to anyone. She was home early and it was likely that the two of them were taking advantage of some extra privacy. She fell on her bed and lay motionless while reflecting on her life and current condition.
Melissa had faced many challenges and was relatively happy with how the past few years had worked out, except for the gaping hole she felt inside. She would never admit it, but she had always thought she would have been married with children by now. Mike was a refreshing change; she really liked him. If he just didn’t turn out to be an asshole, well then...
Melissa stood, undressed, put on her bathrobe, grabbed the scented candle and headed to the bathroom. She ran the bath, lit the lilac scented candle, and poured bath salts into the tub. She kept a small radio in the bathroom and set it to the “relax and refresh” station.
In front of the mirror, she let the robe fall from her body. She secured her hair up, she would wash it tomorrow, and then let her hands rest on her shoulders for a moment. She turned side to side a little and examined her breasts. They were still firm and maintained a nice ski-jump form; an expression she picked up from an old boyfriend. Her hands moved down from her shoulders and cupped her breasts.
Melissa had large puffy areola, which seemed to cover the entire front of her tits. When she was younger, she was very self-conscious about them; but, as her experiences with men increased, she found that they loved them! Her areola and nipples were very sensitive. She moved her hands out front, spreading her fingers so that each nipple was located between the index and middle fingers. She then began to scissor her fingers over her nipples. The pleasure shot through her as they became more erect in response to the stimulation.
Melissa alternated between fondling her entire breast and scissoring her nipples, causing her to bend slightly forward as her excitement grew. She looked in the mirror and straightened herself up. She cupped both breasts, alternatively with her left hand, as she lowered her right to her stomach. She liked the shape her little bit of a belly gave her body. She circled her hand over her stomach and played her fingers into her navel as her other hand massaged her tits.
She dropped her right hand down between her legs, and ran her index finger along her slit, up and over her clit as she squeezed her right tit with force. At the same time, she thought of Mike and their lovemaking a few nights ago at his house. She trembled as a wave of pleasure rode through her body. She slid her finger down and then back up her slit; she nearly doubled over as the jolt hit her in the abdomen. She breathed a sultry, “Mike” as she relaxed.
At that moment she heard the bath running.
She turned and saw the tub was almost filled to where she wanted. Melissa had to stop what she was doing and turn off the water. She lit the candle and lay down in the tub’s hot relaxing water. The water had an immediate effect on Melissa; she felt her stresses melt away as the hot water enveloped her body. She cleansed her body with a soft “fluff,” running it over every inch of her body.
The cleansing caresses also had the effect of bringing back the previous excitement she experienced in front of the mirror. Her hands started to focus more on her erogenous zones than anywhere else. After one particularly exciting caress of her pussy, she noticed that she had arched her tits right out of the water. As she settled back, only her puffy areola were above water, looking like two deserted ocean islands.
Melissa giggled, ran her fingers through her slit and started to seriously masturbate, sliding her fingers deeply into her plump pussy. She began to experience the fruits of her efforts almost instantly. Ripples of pleasure coursed through her in time with the movements of her fingers. Slow, then quick, circles of her finger pads around and on her clit were getting her off the best. Her breathing faltered, her nipples grew stiff, her hips rolled to accentuate the movements of her fingers. Eventually, she arched and a wave of erotic pleasure steamrolled through her body.
Melissa knew she had splashed some water about but didn’t care. She turned to her side with her hand still pressed against her pussy to collect her thoughts. One thought stood out, ‘that Mike had better turn out ... he better not be another asshole ... God! Please let him be the one!’ The sobs started again and after a short spell, Melissa rose from the tub and got ready for bed.
Prior to going to bed, Melissa set out her clothes for the next day. For her daytime plans, she selected simple underwear, jeans and a white blouse. For her date with Mike, she chose her light blue sundress; but couldn’t decide on what to wear under it. She giggled at the thought of wearing nothing and then decided she needed to make a stop at the mall. She needed something new and special underneath for tomorrow!
Monday started like any other Monday for Melissa. It was her standard day off, being as the Bistro was closed on Mondays. Only today, she had a date! Her plans were to take care of normal tasks, like wash, in the morning, have a nice lunch (leftovers she brought home the previous night, ) and then do her shopping.
It was early afternoon when Melissa entered Victoria’s Secrets. She was greeted by an extremely attractive blonde salesgirl named Sofia. Melissa thought she looked a bit like Carrie Underwood.
Melissa explained, “I need something sexy ... but simple, not slutty or whorish. You know what I mean?”
Sofia thought for a moment and said, “Tell me about him ... it is ... a him, right?”
The two women laughed and nodding her head Melissa replied, “Handsome, smart, sexy as hell, a few, maybe seven to ten years older than me.”
Sofia pondered this and said, “I am seriously fucking jealous! No ... just having fun ... come with me.”
Sofia led Melissa through the store to where the dressing rooms were. Along the way, she turned and reached her hand to Melissa and said, “My name is Sofia, by the way.”
Melissa took the offered hand and replied, “Melissa.”
Once at the dressing rooms, Sofia stopped, stood a few feet from Melissa and looked her up and down. Sofia then instructed, “Please, turn all the way around.”
.... There is more of this story ...