As she snuggled up against him, she thought proudly that this game seemed to be made precisely for her. When she was with a man, a strange man, she seemed to fit perfectly into a role, to play that role to the hilt. With Dave Hammett, she'd been, unconsciously, the wronged wife in need of consolation. And she'd gotten it, in spades. With Ron, at the Holiday Inn, she'd been a free spirited young thing seeking her thrills with an older mature man, willing to give him her gratis, to teach him how the younger generation felt about sexual freedom. And with Charlie – well, with Charlie, she was definitely Deborah Kerr, in "Tea and Sympathy". Three different Melinda's, each of them a rousing success.
But which Melinda had failed to keep her own husband happy, had allowed him to drift into the arms of another woman? If only she knew…
CHAPTER NINE
It was almost one in the afternoon when she finally turned onto her own street. God, what a night! And what a morning, too! Dear, sweet Charlie – twice more before getting out of bed, then in to breakfast while his disgruntled roommates slouched in the living room, red-eyed, hung over from a night of Ripple and envy. And though Charlie seemed to agree that it had been just a one-night stand, however magical, she wondered if he wouldn't haunt that X-rated theater for the next several weeks hoping to meet her again. Mmmm, she thought, wouldn't it be nice to know that someone was that interested [missing text]?
A car was parked on the street in front of her house; Melinda had to cut sharply to get into her driveway. Inside the car a figure stirred, but she was almost past by then and she couldn't very well look over her shoulder to see who it might be when she was trying to put the car into the garage, could she?
Melinda shut off the engine, retrieved her purse and coat, and get out. Oh, it felt good to be home again, even if it was to an empty home. She went outside and pushed the button which closed the door. When she turned around, Dave Hammett was walking up the driveway.
"Hi," hr said, smiling wryly, appealingly. Melinda smiled too.
It was a bright spring morning, but the air was crisp and Melinda shivered, coat over her arm. "Come inside," she invited. "It's a little cool out here."
"I see you, took my advice," Dave said. "About your skirt lengths. That one's much more like it." He pointed to the high hem, which brushed Melinda's legs about four inches above the knee. She hadn't worn it in some time, but last night scorned like a good occasion. "But," he added, "it looks like you slept in it."
True. Her clothes were somewhat wrinkled, after being put on three times and removed twice during the course of the festivities last evening. But her face was clean, with a minimum of makeup, and her hair fell upon her shoulders in dark swirls that danced round and round her bright eyes and moist red lips.
"I, uh, tried to call you last night," he continued. "You'd mentioned that your husband always came home late, and I'd thought that if you were just kicking around, with nothing else to do, we might…"
"Fuck?" she asked innocently. "Would you like a drink or something?" She mixed herself a whiskey and soda.
"Too early in the day for me. Mind if I smoke… oh, I forgot. Anyway, I didn't get any answer, so…"
"So you came over to wait for me? Oh, poor Dave! How long have you been sitting by the [missing text]?"
"Uh, since last night. But seeing you now makes it all worthwhile. Where's your old man, anyway? He didn't come home last night either."
"Oh, Neil. He's in New York. For a weekend convention. Mr. and Mrs. Stillman are booked into the Plaza, so I only hope he can tear himself away from her long enough to get around to whatever business he went up for." She downed her drink and fiddled for a moment with the empty glass.
"You oughta divorce him," Dave said. "Kick his ass into the street. Hit him for every cent you can get. Christ, a man that would divorce you for a skinny, titless broad like Kathy…" He stopped in mid sentence. Melinda had begun to unbutton her blouse.
She was braless under it, just an she was pantyless beneath her skirt. Melinda opened the skirt and shook it free of her dark-nippled tits, and then she looked at Dave, a smirk forming on her lips. He only shook his head, admiring.
"Christ you know how to bring out the beast in a man, don't you?" He crossed the mom in no more than three steps, his arms sweeping her up, his mouth coming in to dominate hers, to kiss it, to mall it, to crush it. Melinda sighed and purred and threw herself into that kiss, just as she threw her bare tits against him, the nipples erecting swiftly as they rubbed on his jacket.
"Aren't you going to ask me where I went last night?"
"I don't care," he replied. His pecker was stiff inside his pants, and she certainly remembered that pecker, its cunning prows, its fascinating tapered construction. Just grinding against him now she could feel his dong buried in her pussy, spreading the lips widely while the narrow tip burrowed about in the feminine depths.
Neil didn't care, either. She doubted if he'd even bothered trying to phone her from New York. Why should he, when Kathy's seductive charms were at his disposal? She probably had her mouth on his cock before he'd gotten his toothbrush out of the suitcase. She probably still had her mouth on his cock. Had him buried in her throat, sucking till the cum oozed down her gullet, straight from neck to tummy. Well, was that such a big deal? I can do it too, Melinda thought. Probably just as well as Kathy can.
She wiggled out of Dave's arms and tossed away her blouse. "Right now, if you can, I'm going up to take a bath. I smell all hot and funky and I'd like to clean up."
"You smell like USDA-inspected, Grade A, Prime Quality, Top Choice cunt," Dave said, following her. "And if you take off anything else, I'm not gonna be responsible for my actions…"
Melinda dropped her skirt at the bathroom door, than waited for him to catch up. Just his hands lacked for her bare us, she trotted away, kicking at the door with one lazy foot. IT wasn't meant to shut the door in Dave's face, sad it didn't. He caught it and scampered in after her.
Melinda turned round, stepping out of her shoes. She was completely naked now, and her tits quivered as she eyed him. The floor was softly, fuzzily carpeted. It felt great beneath her bare toes. It would feel even nicer under her bare ass. She kicked down at the carpet, than up at Dave, and he came to her, his eye aware, eager.
He pushed her down, stroking her as they moved, and he kissed her for a long moment with a wet frisky mouth. But soon he was stealing downward, kissing her neck like a vampire readying his victim for the big bite, licking the slope of her breasts, falling at last upon the nipples themselves. He sucked them voraciously, till Melinda's head rocked from side to side and her tits were hard and swollen in his mouth.
Meanwhile his hands were even further south in Melinda's sexual geography. He had one between her legs, briskly massaging her undulating cunt. She was still sore and tender from that prolonged night with sweet, sweet Charlie, and she moaned with an increasing fervor as he played with her snatch. Her clit – ahhhh – the agony of her clit, as he buffeted the crease in which it nestled! But the pert little thing couldn't ignore his caresses, no matter how much service it had seen last night, and the more he played with her, the wetter Melinda's twat became and the more responsive her clitoris. She locked her thighs upon his hand and pulled him against her cunt, adoring every abuse he could deliver.
"What a honey," he grinned, looking up at her face. "Oh, what a honey!"
His mouth shot downward, and just as his fist slid off her twat, his lips replaced it. Before Melinda could even shout her acceptance, he was spreading her pussy lips and his tongue was stabbing inside her.
"Yessss!!!" she barked, jerking about like a dying fish as he licked her inside out. Her legs came up, thighs closing upon his head the way they'd snapped shut on his hand, and she buried him in the musky jungle of her twat. He didn't seem to mind, however, for he kept his fingers busy, stroking up and down her swollen, wet outer labia, keeping her spread wide for his tongue to make time within.