seven-thirty. I’ll see you later,” said Wellington.
“Tell Walter and Wendy I said hello,” said Melanie as she stood in the doorway and watched Wellington’s sexy ass. He had a walk like Denzel Washington.
Melanie sucked her bottom lip and rubbed her temple. She had about six hours before Wellington returned. She took a nap in Wellington’s bed. When she awakened, she browsed through Jada’s things in Wellington’s bedroom.
Melanie sat at Jada’s vanity and combed her hair, like Jada’s. She sampled Jada’s fragrances. Zahra, that was the one she remembered. She was careful to place everything back in its proper place. Then she tried on several of Jada’s dresses. She liked the leopard dress best. Melanie’s red-hot sexy irresistible dress with the back out was as close as she could get.
Melanie watched a couple of X-rated videos on the big screen. She contemplated her next move for hours. She finally concluded that sex was the common denominator. For strategies, she reached back into her college days—when she was the master, creator, and controller of the best on-and offcampus sexual escapades.
The best scene in the movie had just begun. Melanie removed her G-string. She dropped her hot pink summer dress to the carpet. She lay back on the chaise and spread her legs. She parted her lips and held her clitoris between her fingers. She moistened her index finger and glided it up and down her shaft. Then she rotated it on the head of her clit. The telephone rang.” Damn!” She picked up the cordless, turned down the volume, and continued to watch the video.
“Jones residence, may I help you?”
“Hi, Melanie, this is Jada. Let me speak with Wellington.”
“Oh, hi, Jada! I was just thinking about you.”
“Really, thinking about what?” asked Jada.
“I was just thinking about how considerate it is of you to go shopping with me before I leave. Wellington isn’t here. He went over to Walter’s to do the lawn.” Melanie braced the phone between her ear and shoulder and stroked her clit.
“That’s right. I forgot. Tell him I called.”
“Jada,” said Melanie.
“Yes.”
“How would you like to get together next Saturday night and do something fun?”
“Maybe. Let me think about it. What kind of outings do you enjoy most?”
“Oh, this is your town so you decide.” Melanie knew it was best if Jada believed she was in control.
“I’ll come up with something. In the meantime, think about what you’d like to do. I’ve got to go. Tell Wellington to call me on my cell phone. Bye.”
“Bye.” Melanie hung up the phone, picked up the remote, and turned up the volume. She dozed off on the chaise. The phone startled her.
“Hello,” answered Melanie. She glanced at the clock on the VCR. It was six-thirty.
“Hey, are you comfortable over there?” asked Wellington.
“Oh yes, I was just about to take a shower. Do you mind if I use yours?”
“Not at all,” replied Wellington.” Make yourself at home.
“Did Jada call?”
“No. No one’s called,” said Melanie.
“Okay, I should still make it home around seven,” said Wellington.
“Sounds good, I’ll see you then,” said Melanie.
Melanie turned off the video and headed upstairs to Wellington’s shower. The scent of strawberries and cream filled the air. Afterward, she covered her body from head to toe in chocolate-flavored cocoa butter lite oil. She dabbed a touch of Zahra behind each ear.
Melanie waited. When Wellington closed thefront door, she tossed the bath towel outside his bathroom. She pinched her teasing tan nipples real hard. Instantly, they popped out. When Wellington walked through his bedroom door, his eyes fell exactly where Melanie had intended. She watched them. They traveled from her perky 38D’s, glazed over her six-pack, and landed on her well-trimmed bush.
“I’m so sorry, I thought I would have finished in here before you got home,” Melanie said. Wellington was speechless. His vision was
“Tell Walter and Wendy I said hello,” said Melanie as she stood in the doorway and watched Wellington’s sexy ass. He had a walk like Denzel Washington.
Melanie sucked her bottom lip and rubbed her temple. She had about six hours before Wellington returned. She took a nap in Wellington’s bed. When she awakened, she browsed through Jada’s things in Wellington’s bedroom.
Melanie sat at Jada’s vanity and combed her hair, like Jada’s. She sampled Jada’s fragrances. Zahra, that was the one she remembered. She was careful to place everything back in its proper place. Then she tried on several of Jada’s dresses. She liked the leopard dress best. Melanie’s red-hot sexy irresistible dress with the back out was as close as she could get.
Melanie watched a couple of X-rated videos on the big screen. She contemplated her next move for hours. She finally concluded that sex was the common denominator. For strategies, she reached back into her college days—when she was the master, creator, and controller of the best on-and offcampus sexual escapades.
The best scene in the movie had just begun. Melanie removed her G-string. She dropped her hot pink summer dress to the carpet. She lay back on the chaise and spread her legs. She parted her lips and held her clitoris between her fingers. She moistened her index finger and glided it up and down her shaft. Then she rotated it on the head of her clit. The telephone rang.” Damn!” She picked up the cordless, turned down the volume, and continued to watch the video.
“Jones residence, may I help you?”
“Hi, Melanie, this is Jada. Let me speak with Wellington.”
“Oh, hi, Jada! I was just thinking about you.”
“Really, thinking about what?” asked Jada.
“I was just thinking about how considerate it is of you to go shopping with me before I leave. Wellington isn’t here. He went over to Walter’s to do the lawn.” Melanie braced the phone between her ear and shoulder and stroked her clit.
“That’s right. I forgot. Tell him I called.”
“Jada,” said Melanie.
“Yes.”
“How would you like to get together next Saturday night and do something fun?”
“Maybe. Let me think about it. What kind of outings do you enjoy most?”
“Oh, this is your town so you decide.” Melanie knew it was best if Jada believed she was in control.
“I’ll come up with something. In the meantime, think about what you’d like to do. I’ve got to go. Tell Wellington to call me on my cell phone. Bye.”
“Bye.” Melanie hung up the phone, picked up the remote, and turned up the volume. She dozed off on the chaise. The phone startled her.
“Hello,” answered Melanie. She glanced at the clock on the VCR. It was six-thirty.
“Hey, are you comfortable over there?” asked Wellington.
“Oh yes, I was just about to take a shower. Do you mind if I use yours?”
“Not at all,” replied Wellington.” Make yourself at home.
“Did Jada call?”
“No. No one’s called,” said Melanie.
“Okay, I should still make it home around seven,” said Wellington.
“Sounds good, I’ll see you then,” said Melanie.
Melanie turned off the video and headed upstairs to Wellington’s shower. The scent of strawberries and cream filled the air. Afterward, she covered her body from head to toe in chocolate-flavored cocoa butter lite oil. She dabbed a touch of Zahra behind each ear.
Melanie waited. When Wellington closed thefront door, she tossed the bath towel outside his bathroom. She pinched her teasing tan nipples real hard. Instantly, they popped out. When Wellington walked through his bedroom door, his eyes fell exactly where Melanie had intended. She watched them. They traveled from her perky 38D’s, glazed over her six-pack, and landed on her well-trimmed bush.
“I’m so sorry, I thought I would have finished in here before you got home,” Melanie said. Wellington was speechless. His vision was
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