Chapter 19

One thing I was absolutely NOT intending to do was fall asleep on Mel. The night was still young, and I’d promised to do her doggie. And hopefully more than once.

We’d gotten to know one another pretty well before becoming intimate; I very much liked what I’d seen of her character, and it seemed she hadn’t been too badly repulsed by mine. Our first bout seemed to have made her happy, and I was intending to repeat that lesson.

Mel got a truly wicked grin on her face when she put her hand down onto Mike Jr. and felt his rigidity. Then, with practiced ease, she straddled me, placed the head of my dick in her entrance, and lowered herself down, emitting a deep sigh of satisfaction as her taut butt made contact with my thighs. Those little cone-shaped beauties were hanging there like ripe fruit to be plucked, so pluck at them I did.

Yes, thoughts of the porno clips I’d seen of her riding a guy DID cross my mind. But not to the extent of ruining my enjoyment of the real thing. With them it had only been a business transaction. She was riding me because she wanted to.

I reckoned I was 97% of the way to not having a problem about her past career; there were probably a couple of things I needed to do – such as experience the atmosphere on the set of a porno shoot for myself – before I was 100%, but I could see my way there. In the meantime, I had a new girlfriend to get even closer to.

Damn, she could work those hips. My recent friends with benefits had been experienced and skilled lovers, but Mel...

She was taking it slow and steady, relishing the sensations, learning how my dick felt inside of her. Me, I’m a normal guy. I was totally happy to just lie back and be taken care of this time; there’d be another session later when I could show off my stamina. And the view from where I was lying was out of this world. Mel’s beautiful face had often seemed expressionless on the porno clips, when she wasn’t play-acting lust and passion. In reality? There was a constant turnover; one moment she was looking challengingly into my eyes, the next hers were closed tight as she felt for the full sensation, and then a moment later it would be a tender glance followed by a moan of pleasure. And I just knew, 100%, that there was no acting going on.

No overdone screams of fake ecstasy, no pained grimaces as some freak jammed his big dick against her cervix or slapped her butt cheeks, no spouting the required script lines. Just a woman giving and taking pleasure with her man.

It was a slow build-up for the both of us, but build it did. Mel got herself a small one, and then a few minutes later I gasped ‘I’m there!’ and that set her off with a big one. She took what I gave her, then lowered herself down to be kissed.

We cleaned up, checked on the dogs, then returned to bed and quietly continued exploring each other, enjoying giving the tender caresses even more than receiving them. Her skin was soft, taut and firm, and her natural scent was to die for. Damn, she was a beauty!

I experimented with kissing and nuzzling her long white neck, convinced that somewhere around there was another button waiting to be pushed. She giggled that I was tickling her, but then I found a spot under her left ear, and the giggling turned to purring and murmurings of ‘Oh yes... ‘.

Eventually the gentle fondling turned into passion-arousing foreplay, culminating in her panting that she needed me inside her again, and her going down on all fours, looking over her shoulder in urgent demand for me to fill her. She was even more athletic than before; pushing that butt back against me each time, gasping with each surge of pleasure. It sure seemed the two of us were a great fit that way around as well.

Not a perfect fit. Not as in a cork in a bottle. Once again, the services of a damp washcloth were needed for both of us.

Afterwards, we cuddled together in each other’s arms, exchanging the occasional kiss, feeling the other’s breathing and heartbeat.

There’s no shame in admitting that I was, for the moment, spent. Oh, given her fluffing skills, I had no doubt that she could have gotten me up again, but it wouldn’t have been enjoyable. She also seemed content to leave it at that.

We woke at three in the morning, both wanting / needing a drink of water. We gulped down the first glassful, then took our refills out into the back – without troubling the dogs – and looked at the ocean in the moonlight. It was quiet and dark, just the odd rumble from LAX and a procession of air navigation strobe lights blinking in the sky. You could even hear the waves breaking on the shore. I had a devilish thought. “You ever made love standing up in the ocean at night, Mel?”

She grinned at the idea. “Nope!”

“Me neither. Come on!”

We put the glasses down on the table, let ourselves out of the gate and walked naked hand in hand to the shoreline.

The water was colder than I’d anticipated. If we’d gone for the full immersion experience, my dick would have been shrunken to the size of a Vienna sausage. We compromised by going up to my knees, no deeper. I guess it was a good thing that she was so experienced in having sex in a whole variety of unusual locations; I had to concentrate most of my efforts on holding her up while keeping my footing as the ocean waves rolled in, so she got to do the detailed work of bouncing up and down on my cock.

It was ... different. We both got there; it had been a novel experience for both of us, but it didn’t make it into my top 100. It’s hard to really enjoy the connection when more than half your brain is concentrating on just surviving the encounter without falling into the water. Maybe one day we’ll try again, but only in warm daylight on a deserted tropical island.

Still, we laughed about it as we washed off the salt. The dogs were way more interested in the scents we were giving off than in actually relieving themselves, so we corralled them again in the utility room, and took ourselves back to the bedroom.

Mel backed herself into me, and I rolled an arm over her to claim her as mine to protect. She murmured something I didn’t catch; she was pretty close to dozing off. I kissed the back of her shoulder. “Just go to sleep, sweetheart. I’ll be here in the morning. I’ll be here always if you want me to be.”

A faint voice replied. “I want.”

“I love you, Mel.”

“I love you too, Mike.”

It can’t have been another minute before her breathing took on that unmistakable rhythm. I wasn’t all that sure that she’d been awake when she’d told me that she loved me.

A few hours later, I woke up with a beautiful woman spooned into me, my hand on her breast and my morning erection in her ass crack. I needed to piss, and I took the opportunity to brush my teeth to get rid of my morning breath. Although I’d tried to be gentle leaving the bed, I must have disturbed her, because she came in and sat on the commode while I was rinsing off the toothbrush. I let her finish and wipe off before I turned around. “Good morning, beautiful! Coffee?”

She grinned. “Good morning yourself. I had the most amazing dreams about you last night, incredibly realistic. Better than Virtual Reality. I got made love to four times, and you promised me another in the morning. Going to make that part come true as well?”

I didn’t need to look down to tell that I was ready.

“Coffee can wait!”

“Just let me get minty fresh, and I’ll be with you.”

I made the coffee, then scrambled some eggs while she fed the dogs. We had some melon slices as well, but I for one needed the protein. If we’d been at home, a big calorie-laden belly-filling breakfast would have been in order, California diet norms totally ignored.