Indecent Encounters (12 page)

“Oh. Oh. That feels so good.” Was that really her own voice, so thick with passion? Was she really arching backward to give him easier access, practically thrusting her breasts up at him? Just as his mouth found hers again, she felt him lift the hem of her shirt and push it up and out of the way. Their tongues danced again, exploring, delving, finding the warm, wet recesses of each other’s mouths. And his big rough hand began to ply her naked breast with an expertise that made her quiver all over.

Suddenly all Melanie could think about was getting her own hand around the thing that was making that prominent bulge in his jeans. As her fingers grasped his zipper and edged it down, he groaned into her mouth.

“Not here,” he said, panting. But she snaked her fingers inside, finding his boxers. She rubbed her knuckles against him, up and down. He pushed back against her hand, his breath ragged on her cheek. “Not. Here,” he said again.

Finally, Melanie let her eyes drift open to focus on their surroundings. She realized with a start that they were still standing in the entry hall, with the front door ajar and the box of black roses on the table nearby. Seeing the roses brought her back to the present with a thud. She started to pull away, but Sandy’s hand remained on her naked breast.

“Maybe this isn’t the best idea,” she said, not raising her eyes to meet his. She felt foolish all of a sudden. What did she think she was doing, standing here in front of the whole neighborhood with her shirt hiked up and her hand down the lawn guy’s pants?

That’s when she heard someone else clear his throat. Wes pushed the door all the way open and stepped over the threshold. His expression was one of eager interest, his dark eyes throwing sparks.

“On the contrary,” he said softly. “It looks like a great idea to me.”

Chapter Four

Melanie’s jaw dropped and she jerked her hand out of Sandy’s pants as if they were full of fire ants.

“We—we—” No suitable excuse came to her mind. She felt her face flame as Wes let his gaze fix on her breast, which was still cupped by Sandy’s hand. She tugged her shirt down to cover her nakedness, but Sandy kept his hand right where it was, way up under her shirt.

“We were just celebrating Mrs. B’s birthday,” Sandy told Wes. “Can you believe she’s turning forty tomorrow?”

That really seemed to capture Wes’s attention.

“Serious? You’re damn hot for forty,” he said, strolling in a lazy half-circle around her as if he was assessing a side of prime beef. His eyes kept returning to Sandy’s hand where it rested beneath her shirt.

Melanie stood stock still. A funny thing was happening to her. She was beginning to like the way Sandy and Wes were looking at her, with all that heated male arousal so plain on their handsome, young faces. It felt so great to be desired again. Streams of sexual excitement rippled through her, coalescing in her moist center. Somehow, she didn’t feel at all afraid. Not with the front of Sandy’s big warm body up hard against her like some kind of sexy shield.

Wes sidled up against her. She could smell the fresh outdoor scent of him as she looked back over her shoulder into his face. She saw the tiny flare of his nostrils when he caught her scent. His sapphire gaze raked over her.

“You ever made it with two guys?” His voice was rough and low, suggestive of all kinds of scenarios she had never even let herself imagine. She couldn’t stop a gasp from escaping her mouth, even as a hot arrow of excitement shot through her.

“No!”

“Ever think about it?” He pushed up closer, sandwiching her trembling body between his and Sandy’s. His gaze dropped down to her breast. And ever so slowly he reached around and pulled that side of her t-shirt back up, exposing her once more. Then he slid his hand up next to Sandy’s and nudged it aside.

Now it was Wes’s hand that cupped her naked breast!

Melanie couldn’t believe this was happening. She clamped her eyes closed as Wes ran this thumb across her nipple a time or two and then gave it a tentative pinch. A startled cry broke from her lips at the searing spiral of pleasure coiling through her. When she let her eyes come open again, he was grinning at her. It was a knowing grin, ripe with sexual awareness, self assurance and raw desire.

“Never?”

“Not until now,” she said boldly, forcing herself to speak the truth. She locked her gaze with his. She knew the husky quality of her own voice gave away just how turned on his touch was making her feel.

Sandy began to nuzzle her cheek then, raining small kisses at the edge of her mouth. She turned her face up so that his lips could find hers again, wanting his reassurance as Wes shifted and pressed up hard behind her. She could plainly feel the firm length of his growing erection nestling between her butt cheeks. She’d never felt anything quite like this before, being touched by two different men at the same time, both of them looking at her with such naked lust. Her body felt so alive all of a sudden! She swallowed hard, wishing like hell that she knew the rules of this game.

“It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity,” Wes whispered near her ear. He began to move against her buttocks in a sensuous rhythm, and his other hand came around her and pushed the other side of her shirt up, baring her other breast. Sandy leaned back, giving Wes room, and watched avidly. Melanie squelched a little gasp at the familiar way Wes began to handle her breasts, teasing and caressing them until she couldn’t stand still.

“Mmm. Nice. Just perfect.” His breath was warm on her neck, his hands even warmer as he cupped her firmly and lifted her swollen nipples towards Sandy’s face.

“Aren’t these sweet?”

“Oh yeah.” Sandy’s voice was hoarse as he lowered his mouth to the sensitive little buds.

Melanie cried out as Sandy’s lips and teeth began to tug on her tender flesh. He suckled with eager abandon, drawing her deep into the hot cave of his mouth. Thrills of intense sensation telegraphed a searing path from her nipples to her pulsing core. To have Wes holding her breasts captive, offering them to Sandy to suck, was more erotic than anything Melanie could have imagined. Her head fell back against Wes’s chest and she let out a long, low moan, giving in to the tide of sensual arousal that overtook her.

“You want this, Mrs. B?” Sandy asked, his voice ragged as he pulled his lips away. Then he used the tip of his tongue to tease a circular path around her areolas. “You want us both? ‘Cause we sure want you.” He began running his hands down her rib cage and over her hips, kneading and caressing, bringing her pelvis up hard against his. It was all Melanie could do to remain on her feet.

“Now would be the time to say no, pretty lady,” Wes crooned softly against her hair. She felt the ever-stiffening prod of his cock against her ass.

“How—how does this work?” She felt breathless and confused, like she was oozing into a decadent puddle of sexual hunger as the two young men had their way with her willing body.

But she also had the clear realization that they hadn’t removed her clothing or theirs. They were eager, yes, but there was no force involved. They really were allowing her to decide whether to go forward. She was the one in control, the one with all the power. Nothing had ever made her feel as desirable.

“You just say yes,” Wes whispered, his hand sliding suddenly between her legs from behind, “and we’ll do the rest.” She couldn’t seem to stop herself from parting her legs a bit and wriggling back against him as his fingers began to tease her there through the fabric of her shorts.
Oh my!

“Say yes,” Sandy coaxed, his eyes playing over her face. “Let us make love to you. It’ll be your best birthday ever, Mrs. B. I promise.”

Through her haze of arousal, Melanie’s mind struggled to focus. Should she take a chance on doing something so wild and crazy? Could there possibly be a better way to forget that she was turning forty tomorrow? Or would she end up regretting letting the two men into her bed?

Just then Wes’s questing fingers found their way inside the elastic leg band of her panties. Melanie blushed furiously, knowing what he would find there; she was already slick and hot where he touched, her body betraying just how turned on she was. What were they going to think of her?

Chapter Five

Suddenly, big arms went under her, lifting her up with ease.

“Where’s the bedroom?” Sandy asked as he started down the hall toward the back of the house.

Giddy at the sensation of being born along so lightly, Melanie pointed ahead. “Second door on the left.” She could hear Wes’s footfalls close behind them. Then they stopped.

“Let’s hit the shower first,” Wes suggested.

“Good idea,” Sandy said. “You don’t want us all sweaty, Mrs. B.”

As she slid from Sandy’s arms just inside the bathroom door and watched the two men begin to shuck their clothes, a fresh wave of shyness overtook her. Could she really get naked with them? It was one thing to imagine reclining on a bed with plenty of sheets for camouflage, but quite something else to stand in the big open shower with the two of them, under the unforgiving glare of the skylight. Covering her bare breasts with her folded arms, she hung back, watching, fascinated, as Sandy and Wes revealed the youthful perfection of their bodies without the least nod to modesty. They seemed completely at ease with one another as they stripped, tossing their clothes in a mixed pile, then got in the shower together. Melanie tried not to stare at their cocks, which both stood firmly at attention and bobbed with every movement. As Wes began soaping himself up, Sandy motioned to her.

“Come on in. There’s plenty of room.” It was true. Her huge open shower with its multiple shower heads and spray attachments was one of the reasons she’d bought this house to begin with. Never in a million years could she have envisioned this scene playing out here.

Melanie hugged herself and shook her head. The little seed of doubt was growing bigger in her mind. What was she thinking of, agreeing to have sex with both these young men? She was in way over her head. Would they be nice about it if she admitted she’d changed her mind?

It was as if Sandy could read her second thoughts. He stepped out from under the spray and came to stand right in front of her, his big male body resplendently wet and naked. He reached out and took her by the hand and led her into the water. It was too late now for regrets.

Closing her eyes as she stood under the warm rain-shower head, Melanie decided to make believe she was standing in a tropical waterfall. She felt her shorts being gently tugged away, and then her satin panties. Now a pair of strong, soapy hands slicked down her back and over her hips, caressing and washing her. She squeezed her eyes tighter as a second set of hands began to move over her breasts and belly in sensuous, slippery swirls.

As the big male hands slid further down, stroking along her thighs and back up again, Melanie shuddered and let her legs part. The fingers quickly moved in, finally finding the wet folds of her throbbing pussy. She let out a little cry and opened her eyes. It was Sandy standing before her, his gray gaze studying her face as his fingers probed her with infinite care and attention.

For just a moment she forgot all about Wes. The expression on Sandy’s face was so rapt that it seemed only the two of them in the shower. Her eyes strayed over the expanse of his chest, noting the fine sprinkling of blond hair and the tiny brown buds of his nipples pushing up between the rivulets of water that ran over him. She licked her lips, wanting to capture those buds and pull them into her mouth. She reached up to rub them with her fingertips.

Sandy groaned in appreciation at her touch, and his fingers came to rest for just a moment. Then he began stroking her again, venturing thoroughly between her pussy lips until his thumbnail scraped her swollen clit. When she sucked her breath in sharply he smiled.

“You like the way I’m touching you?”

“Oh yes,” she moaned. Weak with desire, she leaned against his chest as he caressed her.

“Open wider for me so I can get to your clit,” he murmured. He pushed her thighs further apart, trying to adjust her stance. She nearly toppled over on the slippery tile. Sandy turned toward his friend who stood several feet away, once more soaping himself up. “Help me out here, Wes.”

Before she knew it, the other man was at her back, his body slick and hard, his cock like a thick ramrod against her ass. He slipped his hands under her upper arms and lifted her back against him, supporting her weight. His hands just happened to land nicely on her breasts, which he began to fondle.

No longer needing to support herself, Melanie’s heart hammered in expectation as Sandy once again pushed her thighs wide apart. Now she lay back against Wes, splayed open for both men to see. She watched as Sandy pushed two of his thick fingers gently into her opening. With his fingers moving inside her in a sensuous rhythm, he used his thumb to tweak her clit, which by now was plumped to twice its normal size and exquisitely sensitized. She let out a yelp of surprise, and both men laughed. Melanie giggled. There didn’t seem to be much point in feeling self conscious now, she decided, not when the men could plainly see everything there was to see. And not with the incredible sensations sweeping over her. Sandy obviously enjoyed what he was doing to her, and was very good at it. She leaned back and half-closed her eyes, giving herself over to the pleasures of each stroke and caress as a coiling heat began to build in her body.

Melanie’s eyes flew open again as Sandy reached over and grabbed a spray attachment. He flicked it on and grinned at her. She watched in breathless anticipation as he adjusted the spray to a narrow, pointed stream. Beginning at her ankles, he worked the spray up her leg, teasing and stroking her with the stream of warm water. He moved it in along the crease of her thigh, closer and closer to her sensitive center, then just at the last moment flicked it away again.