Melia's Time

"I know hon. Just curious, that's all," she said and sipped her wine.
"Melia is upstairs. I told her I had to shut her door because there
was a man in the house and I had to pay you-flower boy," she giggled
to lighten the mood. "Before you meet her, I want you to get to know
me a little better. Do you mind?" she teased with an impish smile.
"Besides, I know a whole lot about you already. The only thing is, we
can't be down here long. She's waiting for me. I told her I needed to
put this big bunch of flowers in a vase and water. Melia and I just
love roses-thank you." She paused, then asked forwardly, "I need to
ask a few questions, give my little lecture, and suck your face with
my tester."

Intrigued and turned on by her directness, a virtue of her generation
he thought, he responded, "I'm here at your pleasure, Chelsea."

"You're here at the pleasure of my Melia," she politely corrected. She
reached under his arm to stroll him from the window to the love seat
where she patted its back; he sat first. Standing in front of him, she
carefully removed his glass from his hand to place it on the adjacent
lamp stand. With her back to him, she slowly slid her tight, warm,
perfectly shaped ass onto his lap. With her warm arms laced around his
neck, his ocean blue eyes pierced her soul. Her nipples hardened and
goose bumps erupted on her arms. They quickly adjusted limbs, torsos,
legs, and knees for mutual comfort. She continued to radiate warmth
like the hearth of a once roaring fireplace.

"This is quite romantic," he said.

"I hoped it would be?for you," she replied. Chelsea swallowed her
remaining drink, then set her glass alongside his, encouraging the
crystal to play a note. Her eyes closed briefly as she sighed down her
wine. Her large, brown eyes reopened; she caressed the sides of the
escort's head with both of her open palms. Leaning into him until
their foreheads soothingly touched, she allowed his eyes to penetrate
hers to confide, "I'm really glad you're here. I've talked with four
services before I found you. Melia is very special to me. She's a
college sophomore and an intern at work. She's also my lover." She
looked away from him for a long, uncomfortable minute. Composing
herself, she continued, "It's been very difficult for me to have this
relationship."

"It's difficult today to date co-workers with company policies and
all. Would you believe one exists at our agency?" he tried to console.
He put his large hand on her shoulder. She remained quiet as her eyes
began to well up; she held back. "It must be particularly difficult
for both of you," he said.

She looked at him again, "Co-worker lesbian and bi-females-you have no
fucking idea doll!" she replied exasperatedly. "Only my folks and a
very few trusted friends know. Besides, I have another problem. I have
a tiger by the tail-she's a nympho."

Hunter blinked. He knew all too well about relationships, but he was
not here to argue. "I'm sure that a woman of your experience can tame
that kitty," he encouraged.

"She's insatiable. I'm ten years her senior and she propositioned me!
She is so sweet and giving. And the sex . . ." she paused as her eyes
glazed over and her lids closed slowly. She finally re-opened them to
continue, "The sex is so fucking incredible." Collecting her emotions,
she said, "I need help tonight-professional help. That's why you're
here, handsome, and not a temporary boyfriend or fuckbuddy. Melia
talked with me a few months ago about her finally being with a guy-so
she can please me more-me! She thinks of me constantly. It's really
gotten serious-a burden. Our jobs suffer; our social lives suffer. I'm
looking for remedies here. She's never been with a guy; she's a virgin
in that respect. I want this experience to be special."

A jolt of electricity bolted up Hunter's spine as the listening
analyst in him told him that her session's time was up. Trying to
digest what he heard, he decided to put first things first; he asked
himself please, don't tell me I'm going to be the one. He smiled to
ask politely, "Chelsea, don't you think it would be better . . ."

She interrupted to soothe a raw nerve, "Fear not love, she loves her
toys; especially the nice, big, slippery, vibrating ones."

It was as if she read his thoughts. Stunned, he almost sighed in
relief, "Well, Chelsea, I think . . ."

She interrupted again, "I'm sorry if I sound like I'm babbling, but
I'm really trying to be serious. She's wearing me out; she's wearing
us both out. She needs another diversion besides me. I need another
diversion." She remembered to finish her inquiry, "How good are you at
taking instructions?"

"How high shall I jump?" he grinned broadly wondering where this was
really going.

Chelsea smiled again, "Good boy," she said and pecked him on his nose.
"Her artificial, vibrating diversions are quite a world apart from the
real thing. I hope she enjoys her experience." She slowly reached down
to cup her left hand on Hunter's semi-erect cock to caress it through
his pants. She placed her right index finger to her chin to ask, "I
don't suppose you vibrate, do you?"

He moaned instead of gasping at her hand advance, "No, but I hum
really low because I don't know the tunes." He smiled at the lame
reply. It was the best he could do with her gym-toned fingers stroking
his throbbing muscle as it unknotted rapidly: pulsing noticeably
through his pants with each heartbeat. Her hand slid from his crotch.
As their cuddled bodies relaxed, a familiar tension emerged. For the
moment, they nestled quietly in each other's arms. He finally
volunteered to break the quiet, "There's nothing that is a greater
turn on for me than to please two women."

"Yes, I know doll-your reputation precedes you. You just may make this
a memorable evening for her-maybe for me too. Please be patient with
her impatience. Take my lead tonight. Besides, I think you'll enjoy
us." She placed her face at the corner of his ear and jaw to breathe
him and whisper, "By the way, you really smell good."

He had to ask, "You two really aren't interested at all in going out
tonight, are you?"

"No," she quickly sighed disappointedly, "not tonight. We role-play
tonight-even on her birthday." She sighed again, "It's my turn to
lead. One day soon, maybe I can renew a social life outside of the
bedroom; outside of this house. It won't be tonight. Gawd, just to
have a romantic dinner on my folk's yacht would be nice. It's in its
slip-underutilized. What a waste," she said dejectedly.

She was ready, he thought. He closed his eyes to offer his warm,
moistened lips to hers. Urgently, she closed her eyes and opened her
mouth; her tongue lunged to his. She inhaled deeply to greet his
fervent advance. Their hearts beat faster as their flicking, rolling,
twirling, tongues twisted and writhed.

Slowly, she separated from his embrace to ease back into his lap. She
placed her head on his warm, heaving chest to listen to his thumping
heart. Chelsea rubbed her hands and fingers from the top of his strong
neck and muscular chest to stroke his hard nipples. Her taut, muscular
body was on fire. He closed his eyes to nestle his face on her cheek
and to poke his nose gently into her exposed neck. He mouthed her
cheek and breathed into her ear. Another smell was there too-was it
Melia? Yes, he already knew the smell of Melia-intimately.

"That was nice of you," she said.

His partial erection rapidly stiffened, pulsed and bulged noticeably
as it elongated down his right pant leg. It then changed direction to
tent up his loose fitting pants. He stared at her reaction as she
silently watched it grow before her unblinking, wide eyes; it made him
more excited. It leaked precum so that a small circular wet spot
appeared at the outline tip of his mushroom head. His cock throbbed
uncomfortably even in his loose-fitting pants.

Chelsea stared at the outline of his pulsing muscle. She slithered the
crease of her muscular knee over the wet tip of the outline in his
pants. Bending her leg, she squeezed it. She looked into his eyes; her
face hovered above his as her moist, sweet, tender mouth caressed his
open lips. Together, achingly, instantly, their mouths joined for a
languid, tingling, passionate, juicy, French kiss.

She moaned as his tongue flicked and stroked hers to tease and taunt.
Gliding her knee away from his bulging hard-on, she replaced it with
her warm, massaging hand. Through his pants, she stroked his hard
muscle along its entire length; starting at the tip, she worked her
fingers to his crotch. She pumped more precum into his soaking wet
spot.

"Chelsea . . ." he moaned.

"Sounds like there's a lot in there-all bottled up waiting to be
uncorked," she teased.

Large palms and thick fingers slid down her waist. Encouraging her to
separate her legs, he reached under her slip to caress her inner
thighs. Moaning, she closed her eyes and elevated her leg to offer his
hand easier access to her moistened treasures. His unhurried,
practiced hand kneaded her thigh. Slowly sliding up her leg to a very
moist, steamy, hairless pussy, two strong fingers gently separated her
slippery labia. With his middle finger stroking upward, and a thumb on
her throbbing clit, he smeared honey juice into her anxious hole.
Groaning, and with a quick, pelvic thrust, she fucked his thick
finger. Keeping his hand and finger rigid, she panted, groaned and
thrust again.

Suddenly, Chelsea looked up, smiled, and kissed him on his right
cheek, "You're ready. Let's go meet Melia!" She quickly withdrew his
fingers from her sopping cunt, sat up, and then pranced to the spiral
staircase's lighting panel. Hunter remained seated in the loveseat to
wait for instructions. She turned off the great room lights and turned
on a hall switch to wash the spiral staircase in light.

The sun had since set below the horizon; the dying fireplace barely
lit the unfamiliar room. The soft-lit stairwell attracted him to the
light like a moth. Hunter waited for a moment, rose from the loveseat
to listen carefully, but heard no further verbal invitations from
Chelsea. What a tease he thought to himself. He aimed for the
stairwell to ascend the steps. As he reached the top step, his eyes
squinted at one room at the end of the hall with light coming from
under its door. As he slowly approached, Chelsea abruptly appeared
from an adjoining sitting room to step in front of him to stop his
advance with a raised finger at her lips. In the unlit hallway, her
silhouette appeared naked in the dark.

She encouraged Hunter to bend lower to whisper softly, "Remove all of
your clothes and put them in this room. There's a bath in there if you
need to quickly freshen up. Then come join me in there. Remember to
follow my lead tonight-make it special for her." She partially opened
the bedroom door to tease Hunter with a glimpse of her proud, bare,
tanned body in the dim light of the bedroom door's threshold.
Chelsea's nude form quietly disappeared.

Hunter turned into the adjacent sitting room, quickly removed his
clothes and folded them into a neat pile on an empty settee. He took
Chelsea up on her offer to use the bath. He enjoyed the opportunity to
quietly splash water over his face and torso, then toweled off. The
water re-invigorated him. His future expectations of the evening
powered a full erection that throbbed and wagged as he walked passed
the large oval mirror that hung on a common wall as he opened bedroom
door.

Anxiously waiting, Chelsea stood just inside the bedroom doorway. The
natural glow of orange-white light from twenty wax candles, amplified
by an antique reflector, bathed the bedroom with a warm, sensual
blush. A window, adjacent to the bed, overlooked the bay; its glass
seemed to be one-way reflective for additional privacy. He stopped a
few feet inside the door as Chelsea continued to her Melia: petite,
thin, short black hair, smallish round breasts with large, dark, erect
nipples laying spread-eagle atop a plush, white, linen-canopied,
four-poster bed.

A black sleep mask blinded Melia to Hunter's addition to the room. Her
ankles and left wrist were bound to the headboard posts with long,
loosely knotted, silk scarves. She easily seemed to manage to free her
right hand that vigorously stroked her shaven, wet slit. Four fingers
and her thumb glistened wet as a small puddle of precum oozed onto the
bedsheets between her thighs. Her pelvis slowly humped the air in
rhythm with her finger strokes. Melia stopped masturbating sensing
Chelsea's approach.

"Oh honey, you're finally back," Melia gasped anxiously as she turned
her head in the direction of Chelsea's radiating warmth. She did not
remove her sleep mask.

Chelsea's nude body edged back onto the bed; her hot, muscular thigh
wedged into Melia's waist. She gawked at the pool of precum between
Melia's legs. It excited her; she began to fondle her own pussy and
clit. At the touch of her lover's bare, muscular leg against her side,
Melia's stroked her engorged bud vigorously. Visibly more excited,
Hunter quietly began to stroke his erect cock.

"Yes, I'm back darling," Chelsea said soothingly. She slid her hand
along Melia's dripping fingers, to encourage her to continue
masturbating. "Just look at the mess you've made on the bed," she
softly scolded. "We'll have to think of way to take care of all this
excess moisture." Chelsea stared imploringly at the naked, excited
escort, "But first, honey, I have a birthday surprise for you."

Chelsea waved Hunter closer to the bed. She bent over to rub her
fingers along the length of Melia's sticky hand. Chelsea moistened her
own slit with Melia's moistures. Chelsea placed two fingers along
Melia's lips to lipstick them with mixed precum fluids. Melia
instinctively licked her lips and swallowed. With a warm, open mouth,
Chelsea bent over Melia's slit to lap at the clear, sticky moisture
that puddled at her large, tenting, clit hood: to suck her, to savor
her, to swallow her. At her lover's touch, Melia moaned and arched her
back to drive her cunt upward and into her lover's open lips.
Suddenly, Chelsea uncoupled her mouth from her young nymph's sweet
folds.

Puzzled, Melia pleaded, "Why did you stop?" She raised her head,
sweeping the room with blind eyes and open ears. Her head suddenly
locked in the direction where Hunter stood at the side of the bed. She
sensed a foreign body presence?an unfamiliar warmth. A tingling raged
up her spine. "Chelsea!" she shrieked, "Who's here?"

"There, there, now, my sweet?don't be afraid. Yes, someone is here,"
Chelsea calmly replied as she stroked Melia's hair and face with the
back of her two fingers. "Hunter is your surprise; he is here at our
behest. Do you remember? We talked about this?" Chelsea then pleaded,
"Do you want him to stay with us?"

"Hunter? He? Him?" Melia asked exasperatedly flailing her loose arm to
find the loose ends of a sheet for cover. Her brow wrinkled; she
panted anxiously. As quickly as the panic started, she remembered; the
revelation struck. Suddenly, Melia reached down to cup her four
fingers along her slit to rub it rapidly. "Oh gawd Chelsea! You did
it! You did it for me!" she cried.

Chelsea prayed for her reaction. With both hands, she reached behind
Melia's sleepmask to unband it from her head. Melia at first blinked
at her lover as her eyes readjusted to the warm, amber glow of the
candlelit room. She quickly jerked her head up to gawk at her
unexpected gift. She remained motionless for several moments as the
visual surprise sunk in. Chelsea looked anxiously for a reaction from
Melia's reclining, partially bound body. Melia shined a young, angelic
round face back at Hunter then up to Chelsea. Her free hand glistened
with moisture as it rested on her pubis. She tried to focus her
anxious stare at the unexpected stranger standing nude and fully
aroused at the side of her bed. The handsome, male figure smiled back.
Melia grinned as she stared into his eyes. Her examination started
from his face, to his shoulders, along his chest and erect nipples,
and down to his washboard stomach. She stopped to gawk at his
throbbing erect cock that dripped clear dew drops down his remarkable
manhood.

"Oh my," Melia whispered in calm surprise. She put her head back down
onto the pillow and curved her pelvis against Chelsea. "This was more
than I expected in a gift," she purred. "You know, I've been a bad
girl without you two here. I suppose you'll both have to teach me a
lesson," she playfully pouted as her seemingly innocent eyes blinked
at Chelsea for affirmation.

"Naughty, naughty girl," Chelsea replied with mock displeasure.

Melia blinked at Hunter extending the back of her untied right hand as
she arched her back slightly, to greet, "Hello birthday present."

Hunter leaned forward, grasped her palm with his warm hand and
stroking fingers, brought the back of her hand to his lips to gently
kiss it. He grinned broadly, "Happy birthday Melia from Chelsea."

"Oh, Chelsea!" Melia cried, "Please start. Lick me! Both of you!"

"But first, we'll untie you," Chelsea said removing all scarf bonds
from her wrists and ankles. Chelsea leaned over to press her mouth
into Melia's lips to prod them open with her probing tongue. Melia
closed her eyes, breathed deeply through her nose, then thrust her wet
tongue into her lover's waiting mouth. Chelsea rolled alongside Melia.
Chelsea put her hand on Melia's left nipple to pinch and pull it.
"But, maybe we'll leave the sleepmask off so you can watch." Chelsea
looked at Hunter, then at Melia's wet slit, then at him again to
encourage him to start.

"May I mistress?" Hunter crawled onto the bed to lay along Melia. His
warm hand caressed her left calf as he clasped her under the knee to
lift her leg. He curled her willing leg around his torso. He turned on
his side and gently set his chin on Melia's pubic bone.

"Don't be afraid to get that mustache wet," Chelsea instructed.

"Yes mistress," he responded submissively.

"Oh yes! Start there. Rub your mouth into me. Scrub my clit with it!"
Melia cried.

Hunter positioned his chest between Melia's legs. He separated her
inner lips with his warm fingers to expose Melia's large, engorged
clit. Surprised by its size, he paused to examine it. Precum quickly
coated his fingers. He extended his hot, wet, tongue to flick at her
large love button. Melia closed her eyes and moaned as she flexed her
ass cheeks to elevate her pelvis slightly. Her action forced her clit
against his hairy upper lip and protruding, wiggling tongue. He
swabbed his mustache and jutted his tongue along the insides of her
inner lips: first at the hot hole, then along her clit hood. He
slithered and snaked his arm around her leg to hold her more firmly
against the bed. Mouthing her maidenhead, he licked and lapped with
short, rapid, circular strokes around its wet edges. He paused to
tease her left and right inner thighs with quick diversionary darts of
his tongue, only to reverse to continue to lick her inner lips again.
Chelsea caressed Melia's face and blew into her left ear while she
monitored the escort's performance.

The extreme sensations of her real-man dildo forced Melia's mouth to
gape open. Her small frame shuddered as she became more excited at the
thought of a man on her. The sounds of wet sucking and slurping
tickled her ears. She inserted two fingers into her own juicy hole.
She surprised herself at how wet she had become, and easily fucked a
third finger into her snatch while she rapidly stroked her thumb on
the head of her cum-covered, engorged, clit.

"Lick her all up," Chelsea commanded her man-sub. Her right arm
caressed Melia's head as gently directed her open mouth to hers. "See
what you are doing to me?" she gently squeezed Melia cheeks to direct
her gaze at her own finger-fucked pussy.

"Oh mistress, please let me suck and lick it. I promise to make it all
better," Melia begged.