Chapter 3 of a story called "Luck of the Irish". Kieran and Mel go to her sister's wedding and she surprises him with her boldness...

After dinner Mel said, “Kieran and I are going out for a walk, I’ll show him around the neighbourhood. We might stop back at the pub as well. Don’t wait up for us.”

We got our coats and headed out. She showed me where she went to church and to school growing up, the small park where as teenagers, she and her friends would hang out. After about a half hour, we came up to a very nice house with a large yard.

“My cousin Maureen lives here,” she said as she slipped the latch on the gate at the side of the house. “She and her husband are gone for the evening and she asked if we might check up on the place.”

We went through the gate to the rather large backyard where I noticed what looked like a garage in the back corner. Mel took my hand and led me toward it, taking a key out of her pocket.

“I knew Daddy wouldn’t let us bunk together in his house so I made alternate arrangements,” she said as she unlocked the side door, reached in and flipped on the light.

I was surprised that, instead of an old car and some rusty tools, I saw a very comfortable looking guest house with a kitchen, living/dining area, a bathroom downstairs and a bedroom in the loft.

“There’s no way I was going to spend most of the next week with you and not get up close and personal,” she smiled at me.

“Very nice,” I said pulling her close. “I was hoping we would get some alone time while we were here. I should have known you had something up your sleeve.”

She took my hand and led me up the narrow stairway to the loft. There was an old metal frame bed with what looked like a down-filled mattress with overstuffed pillows and a fluffy duvet. Positioned just off one corner and facing the bed was a love seat which Mel guided me to and sat me down. She climbed on the chair on top of me and straddled my thighs as she began to kiss me.

After a few minutes she got up and said, “Stay put.” She picked up her over-sized handbag and went behind a privacy-blind where I could see her pull her shirt over her head but I couldn’t see much else. I could tell by the sound that she was putting some sort of clothing on but was absolutely floored to see her come back out in a very small, very sexy nurse’s outfit. Her white top showed plenty of a black lace bra underneath which was constructed so her breasts were almost spilling out over the top of the very thin fabric. She had on a white skirt which was short enough that I could see the tops of her black stockings held up by a garter belt.

It was difficult at this point to see if she was wearing panties underneath but if she was, they weren’t covering much. She had also applied some bright red lipstick which stood out in stark contrast to her blonde hair and lightly tanned skin. She picked up a remote from the side table and turned on some jazz with lots of piano and saxophone.

“That is quite the outfit,” I said approvingly. “Didn’t they have one in your size?” I had seen her in her regular work clothes but if she was to wear this outfit to work, there’d be heart attacks from otherwise healthy men.

Mel giggled and said, “Don’t worry, it’s not going to be long before it’s on the floor! Now sit back, relax and enjoy the show."

She climbed up onto the bed, took several pillows and arranged them so she was half reclining with her feet towards me. I had a perfect view up her skirt and I could see she was wearing a red satin g-string which barely covered her mound. She laid back, hiked up that little skirt and opened her legs making the thong disappear between her pussy lips. She moved one hand down and began rubbing the outside of the little triangle of satin covering her snatch while her other hand started rubbing her boobs through her top. She closed her eyes and let her head fall to one side, her hair partly covering her face.

Presently, she started undoing the buttons on her top, letting it fall open to fully expose her beautiful breasts encased in that oh so small bra. She undid the clasp between them and they appeared to jump out of her bra, her nipples already erect and contracted into small pink circles. She pinched one nipple then the other between the thumb and forefinger of her left hand while her right hand moved back down to her pussy, reaching beneath the thin fabric to caress her clit.

Her panties were so thin I could see every move her fingers were making, the folds of her shaved pussy lips either side of the thin strip of fabric which disappeared between the checks of her perfectly rounded ass. She continued to massage her breasts as she pulled aside the fabric covering her snatch and slid two fingers inside herself. As she moved her fingers in and out, she moved her other hand down and began stroking and rubbing her clit.

By now she was moaning loudly, thrashing her head from side to side, her blonde hair whipping across her face. Her hips began thrusting and then she pushed them up off the mattress, rubbing her clit furiously, her head pushed back so I could see the curve of her red lips curled in a little smile.

Her pussy clenched tight around her fingers and then relaxed and, as she pulled her fingers out of herself, a small rivulet of fluid seeping out and hanging poised at the bottom of her opening like a raindrop off a leaf. She put one finger in her mouth and licked her own juices off it with those luscious red lips, then she looked at me and smiled. Her face and chest were flushed; her normally pale breasts now pink from her exertions. I stood up from the chair and joined Mel on the bed, wrapping her in my arms and kissing her softly.

“That was incredible! I’ve never had my own private erotic show before,” I said. “That was the sexiest thing I have ever seen.”

“I just wanted to show you what I do to relieve tension when you’re not around,” she said, “but that was just the opening act.”

She pulled me up off the chair and stood me up beside it. Her hands went straight to my belt, then my button and fly and before I knew it, my pants and briefs were around my ankles, my erection standing very proudly in front of her face. She licked the bead of fluid that had seeped out of my head during her show and pushed me back into the chair and slid my pants and briefs over my feet and then began unbuttoning my shirt, slipping it over my shoulders.

She placed my hands on the arms of the chair and said, “The challenge is not to move your hands till I’m through. Your ability to follow directions will result in the greatest of rewards.

Failure will have its consequences. Understood?”

I was speechless so I just nodded my head. Mel kissed her way down my chest then all around my groin. She got onto her knees and softly took my testicles into her mouth, one at a time, and rolled them around gently as if she were savouring a piece of candy. I wanted so badly to take her head in my hands and drive her lips onto my cock but I resisted, afraid that the consequences she had mentioned just before would result in a screeching halt to our activities for the night.

Finally she moved her lips up and placed them on my cock head, softly stroking the shaft with the red painted fingernails of her right hand while she gently caressed my balls with her left. She then opened her mouth wide and slid her lips down over my cock, excruciatingly slowly until her nose touched my pubic hair. The sight of my member sliding in and out of those hot red lips was so incredible I almost shot my load on the spot. I leaned my head back to enjoy the sensation and the next thing I heard was a loud ‘plop’ as her mouth came off my cock.

“No, you have to watch,” she said, “or this goes no further.”

“You’re awful bossy tonight,” I replied, “I can’t touch you, I can’t lay back and enjoy the feeling, it’s hardly fair.”

“Do you want a blowjob or not?” she asked.

I nodded my head and said, “Yes, ma’am, I do.”

“Then keep your hands where they are and watch me suck your cock,” she commanded and she slid her lips back over my member.

She had never used such language before and although I was a bit shocked to hear such words come from her beautiful face, I was also as aroused as I had ever been. Her lips sliding up and down over me as she looked up at my face brought me to a peak very quickly which she must have sensed because she grasped the base of my penis between her thumb and forefinger, preventing my sperm from shooting all over her face.

She put her mouth back over me as my cock pulsed and when I had finished, she continued blowing me until she was sure I was rock-hard again. She got up off her knees and moved to the bed on all fours, raising her magnificent ass in the air.

“Now, “she panted, “Fuck me, fuck me hard. Fill me up.” This language from a girl who wouldn’t say ‘Shit’ if her mouth was full of it.

“Shouldn’t we use a condom?” I asked. We had always used one up till now.

“We’re good, I started on the pill last month. What are you waiting for? Do it, NOW!”

I moved up behind her, pulled the fabric of her g-string aside and my cock slid right in. Her pussy was so hot and wet, I knew I wouldn’t be lasting very long even though I had already come just a few minutes ago. My thrusting picked up in tempo and she was pushing back against my cock in time. Her moans became louder as we fucked, turning into screams as her orgasm approached. She reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit with her fingers as I pounded into her, her nails lightly scratching the base of my cock and my balls. Then she slid a finger inside herself beside me, bringing me to my final few strokes.

“Mmmmm baby, here I come!” I moaned and I pushed into her as hard as I could, my cock pulsating as I released my load inside her.

She pulled her fingers out of her quim and pushed right back, reaching back and grabbing my nuts, holding me into her as she let out a low moan, ‘Oooooooooh, yyyyeeeessssss! That’s what I’m talkin’ about!”

After a few more strokes I slipped out of her and collapsed beside her on the bed. She flopped down and pushed my shoulder so we were facing each other and kissed me, hard at first. I was afraid she was going to demand more right away and I was pretty sure I didn’t have a whole lot left to give for a while. Her kisses softened and she began stroking my face with her finger.

“That was amazing, thank you,” she said softly.

“Thank me? For what? I should be thanking you, that was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. ”

“Thank you,” she replied, “for letting me take charge, for letting me be in control. I need to do that sometimes, makes me feel like I’m not just lying there.”

“Sweetheart, I know we’ve only been together six months but we’ve had sex quite a lot in that time. One thing I could never accuse you of is ‘just lying there’. I’ve done things with you I never thought I would do with anyone. Watching you play with yourself was incredible. Anytime you want to give me a show, you feel free, I could watch you do that all day!” I told her. “Any time you feel like you want to be in charge, I am putty in your hands.”

She reached down and fondled my softening tool, “Hardly putty,” she laughed, “more like granite. I love your cock, it’s the perfect size, it fits me so nicely. You are the first man that I have ever had an orgasm with at the same time and we almost always come together. Sex doesn’t get much better than this.”

“I’ll take that challenge,” I said, “So are we bunking here tonight or are we going back to your parents’?”

“Back there I think. While my Dad likely suspects that we know each other better than he’d like, he’s still in denial. We need to keep that fantasy alive for him a little longer I think,” she said. “Dibs on the shower!” she called as she rolled off the bed and padded naked toward the stairway.

“You look as good going as coming,” I called after her and laughed.

She stopped halfway down and turned, her gorgeous breasts swinging slightly as she turned. “I thought your eyes were closed when we make love,” she said.

“Sometimes they are,” I replied, “sometimes not. Sometimes I like to watch your face as you come. It’s the second sexiest thing I have ever seen.”

“Sexier than these?” she asked as she pushed her tits together and licked the top of one of them, not quite reaching the nipple. “Sexier than this?” as she reached down, slipped her middle finger inside her and then raised it to her lips and licked it off.

“Yes even sexier than that,” I answered. I was tempted to follow her down to the shower but I knew if I did, we’d never get out of that renovated garage that night.

As we walked back to her parents’ house, I asked her, “So when did you set all this up?”

“Last week,” she replied. “I called Maureen and told her I would need a little hideaway we could sneak away to a couple of times while we were in town. She said she would take care of it.”

“Surely, she did that,” I laughed as I kissed Mel again. “We’ll have to go back again once or twice before Monday when we leave.”

“Count on it,” she said, “and next time, you can make the rules!” She slipped her hand around my waist and held me close for the rest of the walk to her parents’ home.