Melissa Takes Two - Sex Stories

Melissa Takes Two

... grabbed my hand and led me in doors, closing the door behind me. ‘What do you think?’ she asked. Her hands opened to her side as she did a twirl for me in the hallway. She was dressed to perfection. She had a one piece dress on that came to about half way down her thigh and I could see plenty of hints of flesh between her stocking tops and the skirt. Thin black suspenders held her stockings I place. I suddenly noticed she was a lot taller which was when I lowered my gaze to look at her fine black stiletto heels. ‘Very, very sexy,’ I said after making a soft whistling sound with my lips. ‘Come on through, I’m so looking forward to this,’ she said as she let out her little girl giggle. Greg was in the lounge having a beer. He handed me one as I stepped into the room. Greg sat in the chair while Melissa and I sat on the sofa. We drank beer and we made small-talk. We laughed and we joked for the next hour or so. All the time Melissa was up and down like a YoYo getting drinks and nibbles and selecting the music. I watched here every time she moved, every time she bent over to select a CD from the extensive rack of music and every time she crossed her legs as she sat down. I guess we had a fair few drinks, Melissa was on Gin and Tonic all the time I was there. On her last trip from the kitchen, she sat down pretty close to me. She reached out and grabbed the half empty bottle in my hand and gently prised it from them. She leant over me and placed it on the table to my left. As ...

... she lifted herself up she placed her hand on my thigh and started to caress it. I immediately looked at Greg. He was smiling and indicated that I should make a move on Melissa with a nod of his head in her direction. I didn’t need to make a move on Melissa. Melissa had knelt on the sofa and was pushing her breasts to my face as her hand caught one of my shirt buttons. I cupped my hand on her breasts and kissed her cleavage, running my wet tongue over her breasts as I did so. She undid one of the buttons of my shirt and moved to the next one. Her left hand came up behind my neck and she pulled my face into her cleavage. She was intoxicating. I was rapidly getting drunk on her eroticism as she slowly stripped the shirt from my back. My hand came up between her thigh as I stoked her stockings and the bare flesh at the top. At that point she pulled away from me. ‘I want both of you to strip for me?’ she asked as she sat in the middle of the sofa. I started to get up, as did Greg. We stood in front of Melissa and started to undress. She sat there nonchalantly watching us. Her legs slightly opened as her fingers raked on the inside of her thigh. After removing all those awkward bits of clothes, Greg and I looked at each other and started to strip to our underpants. Generally underpants are not the sexiest of male attire, but I had made the effort and donned on a silky pair of boxers before coming out this evening so I was feeling confident. Greg and I both looked at each other as we ...