“So …” John said, as they sat there on the couch, recovering, “ … who’s up for a nightcap?”
Melissa turned to Lindsey. “Definitely,” he answered. She noted that he sat there, naked, his dick swollen and resting against his thigh, his body against hers, and it somehow felt totally comfortable.
She turned to John, kissed him again, and said, “Sure, babe. Let’s do it.”
“Let’s check out the deck off the master bedroom,” John suggested. “It looked really nice.”
“You guys head up,” he added. “I’ll grab the drinks.”
As John headed toward the kitchen, Lindsey pulled his robe off the couch and around his shoulders. He then leaned down to grab Melissa’s, took her hand to stand up, and helped her into it.
“Such a gentleman,” Melissa said playfully.
“Well, John’s not the only one,” Lindsey answered.
And it was true. Lindsey was a gentleman. Fortunately, as the last hour or so had revealed, he obviously knew when not to be a gentleman, as well.
“After you,” Lindsay said, turning and opening toward the stairs.
Melissa smiled. As she headed to and up the stairs, she was struck by how natural and comfortable she felt. In some ways, being with Lindsey just felt like more of John.
He was attentive, conversing with her with genuine interest.
He was funny – not that she would often admit to John that he was funny. That could be a recipe for a little too much humor. He really didn’t need encouragement. She smiled to herself.
And somehow, it didn’t feel as if she had just met Lindsey. It felt like she had known him for a long time. She had heard a lot about him, of course. And he had an easiness about him. She felt comfortable and familiar.
And, ultimately, that made sense. Lindsey and John seemed to share a brain. And a sense of humor. And, apparently, an ability to both arouse and satisfy Melissa.
But that’s not all. In the small amount of time she’d spent with Lindsey, Melissa realized he shared John’s ability simply to make her feel good. Not only was he attentive, but he was clearly interested in her and what she had to say. It was genuine. She felt something with him – a connection, attraction, and draw. She wasn’t precisely sure what it was, but she just felt good. And she wanted more.
So when they got up to the master bedroom balcony, and Melissa sat down on the couch that paralleled the railing and gave a view of the mountains, she patted the couch next to her, inviting Lindsey to join her.
Not to beat a dead horse, but, once again, it felt strangely natural. And the unspoken comfort and trust between John and Lindsey made Lindsey comfortable accepting her invitation. He hesitated for a nanosecond before he sat down beside her as if it were the most natural thing in the world. It was as if they hadn’t just met within the last two hours, as if they’d built an affection over a period of time., and as if Melissa were not in love with Lindsey’s best friend.
And so it was that, with the comfort, attraction, and affection in the air, Melissa sank against Lindsey as he sat down, leaning against him. She turned to him, and he to her, and their eyes met. Their heads tilted forward and their lips brushed. And brushed again before pressing together. Melissa’s palm slid against Lindsey’s chest as they kissed slowly, without the frenzied hurry from downstairs. It was a private moment of attraction and affection. Their lips parted and their tongues slowly caressed one another. Lindsey’s palm caressed Melissa’s cheek and his fingers slipped through her hair as she caressed his chest and abdomen.
Their lips drew apart, eyes still upon one another.
“You’re amazing,” Lindsey whispered.
“So are you,” Melissa replied.
Their lips met again, their hands caressing, when John emerged onto the deck with the drinks.
When Melissa glanced up and saw John, the approval and acceptance and delight spread across his face. He was beaming. This might just be a moment in time, but it all felt right, and they may as well seize it while it was there.
John handed Melissa a cider and had poured Lindsey and himself a bourbon on the rocks. He sat down on the other side of Melissa – to her right – and they sat and enjoyed the view and one another’s company. Each man placed a hand on one of Melissa’s thighs as they talked, lazily caressing, completely uncoordinated with one another and yet in perfect coordination. Melissa felt warmth and chills and comfort and desire, all at once, ebbing and flowing in various moments.
“Ya know,” John said to Lindsey, “we have this place a couple more nights. You are more than welcome to stick around, if you can swing it.”
Lindsey looked at John, and then Melissa. “I don’t want to intrude on your special time together, but damn, I’d love to stay, if you’d like.”
“It’s up to Melissa,” John said, and both men looked at her.
She looked at John and then at Lindsey. Biting her lip, she looked back at John and nodded.
With her left hand on Lindsey’s thigh, she turned to her right, slid her palm along John’s face, and kissed him slowly. She squeezed Lindsey’s thigh, glad of his presence, as her lips and tongue moved with John’s.
When they pulled back from the kiss, Melissa looked at each of John and Lindey in turn as she said, “I don’t know exactly what’s come over me.” She turned to Lindsey as she continued, “But I am just so glad you are staying. Somehow – and I can’t explain it – but something would be missing if you left.”
With that, she turned and lifted her leg over Lindsey’s, moving into his lap and straddling him.
She kissed him, and he returned the kiss with passion. She couldn’t explain her feelings, but she absolutely felt them. Her left hand moved to the back of Lindsey’s neck as her right slid across his chest.
Lindsey’s left hand slipped inside Melissa’s robe and moved to her hip. His right hand slid around to her ass, pulling her against him as their mouths slowly danced together. For a while they remained locked in that embrace, fingers caressing, mouths pressed together, tasting one another, tongues crossing and caressing. With Lindsey’s dick swollen and rigid between their bodies, Melissa slowly rocked her hips, sliding her pussy along his shaft.
As Melissa slowly rocked, Lindsey slipped his fingers through her hair and tugged it gently back so that he could kiss his way down her neck. Tongue gliding. Lips brushing and softly sucking. He kissed his way down her left breast, lips approaching her nipple before his tongue extended and grazed it. His lips surrounded it. Lindsey’s strong hands gripped her ass as she rocked and slid and his mouth drew her nipple in, sending sensations down her spine all the way to her toes
Lindsey turned his attention to Melissa’s right breast and repeated the same process. His lips approached her nipple. His tongue extended and he drew it into his mouth, doubling down on the sensations flowing through Melissa’s body. She felt so in tune and in unison with him.
Lindsey’s mouth pulled back from Melissa’s breast, and she slid both hands to the back of his head and kissed him deeply. She was so wet and warm. Everything felt so good.
Melissa pulled her mouth from Lindsey’s and kissed along his chin and neck, and then the top of his chest. She slipped out of his lap and between his legs as she kissed her way down his abdomen, alongside his hip. She slipped her fingers around his dick and kissed her way from his hip to the side of his shaft and down to his balls. Holding his shaft, she licked, looking up into Lindsey’s eyes. She sucked on his balls softly and slowly, one, then the other, slowly stroking him as she did so. Bringing her mouth upward, she hugged his shaft to her cheek as she moved her mouth up and over him, taking him into her mouth.
Melissa held constant eye contact, watching every expression on Lindsey’s face as she loved him with her mouth. She wanted to give this man so much pleasure. She took her time. Exploring him with her mouth, licking, sucking, tracing the head of his dick, circling the crown with the tip of her tongue, and tracing and caressing and stroking every vein. She cradled his shaft with her fingers and dipped her tongue down along his cock. She brushed her tongue over his scrotum, bathed his balls with licks, and then wrapped her lips around them, one at a time, sucking them into her mouth.
His fingers slipped through her hair. Their eye contact never faltered as they remained completely locked in on one another. Melissa was aware of John’s presence in the background, and it was comforting, but the focus and connection with Lindsey was intense and moving.
Holding that constant eye contact, Melissa drew Lindsey one more time deep into her mouth, her lips wrapped tight and stroking his penis several times up and down before sliding her mouth back, crawling back into Lindsey’s lap, and pressing her lips to his.
She kissed her way along Lindsey’s lip, to his earlobe, where she gently nibbled before whispering in his ear, “Take me to bed, Lindsey.”
Melissa stepped out of Lindsey's lap and stood, her eyes never leaving his.
As they turned to the doorway to the bedroom, Melissa caught a glimpse of John exiting through the bedroom door and descending the stairs. He was leaving them alone. This was Melissa's moment with Lindsey. She hadn't anticipated it. She wasn't looking for it. She didn't understand it. But whatever it was, it was happening. And John saw and understood that. He always got her. She smiled inwardly. God, she loved this man.
And, for now, he was gone. She was alone in this moment with this other amazing man. He treated her, listened to her, and looked at her so much like John did, like she was a goddess, a princess, a treasure, a queen, a smart, formidable woman, and more - like she was amazing.
It was crazy, but crazy good.
At the end of the bed, Melissa turned to Lindsey. He pushed the robe off her shoulders so that it fell off her body and piled at her feet. Melissa, in turn, put her hands on Lindsey's chest. She brushed her palms across his pectoral muscles before pressing back to his shoulders and pushing the robe off his shoulders so that his robe, too, fell at his feet. Melissa placed her hand on Lindsey's chest and he pulled her body to his. Their mouths met. Their tongues twisted. Their fingers roamed. Lindsey’s fingers slipped down Melissa’s back to caress her perfect ass. Melissa leaned into him, pressing her body against his. Their kiss intensified.
Lindsey guided Melissa back onto the bed, their lips barely parting. As she scooted back toward the pillows, he crawled forward, kissing with every movement.
When Melissa reached the pillows, she parted her legs, and Lindsey moved between them. Breaking the kiss and watching Lindsey’s face, Melissa reached between them and slipped her fingers around Lindsey's swollen dick. She caressed and stroked him slowly before guiding him to her pussy. She needed him inside her.
Lindsey scooped her neck, pulled her mouth to his, kissed her, and let his hips shift forward. The head of his cock parted her and a wave mowed over Melissa's flesh. She moved her hands down his back to the muscles of his ass and squeezed.
As Melissa began to wrap her legs around him to pull him into her, Lindsey pulled his hips back and withdrew. Melissa groaned, opening her eyes and looking at him. He grinned at her. As she was about to object, he kissed her chin. Her neck. Down between her breasts. Soon he was between her legs, his strong hands on her buttocks.
As desperately as she needed him inside of her, how could she complain about this?
Lindsey put his mouth on her gently and began to make love to her with his mouth, using soft kisses and tender tongue strokes. His fingers worked in conjunction with his mouth and were soon covered in her scent. As his mouth moved against her, waves of sensation continued to radiate.
