Chapter 12
Mel didn't have any sales calls to make that Friday, but went into the office to accompany Matt on some equipment installations. Vincent figured that would help her learn things from the inside out and make her sales easier.
Before she left, he called her into his office. "I have a proposal for you," he said as soon as she was seated. "I want you to come away with me for the weekend. I've been planning a trip to the beach, and everything is ready. All I need now is you."
Mel thought for a moment before answering. She thought about the questions her parents would ask, then decided she was a young woman now and could do as she pleased. Somehow, she'd make them understand.
"When do we leave?" she asked with a smile.
"If I didn't have a business to run, right now! But I do. You should get off early today, so go home and pack. I'll pick you up around six. That sound okay?"
"That sounds terrific!"
Vincent gave her a hug, and she was off to meet Matt, a college student not much older than herself. He was a nice guy and seemed to be interested in her, but Mel's thoughts were totally on the weekend. And because of that, the day dragged along.
When they had finally completed the installation, Mel took the bus home rather than returning to the office. She had to pack, but also had to explain the situation to her parents.
Much to her relief, her mother had no problem with her intended plans. And she'd take care of explaining it to her father. She was packed and ready to go by six.
While everything was fine with her mother, she chose not to introduce her to Vincent. Not yet. She wanted to wait just a little longer, so rushed out the door when she saw his car pull up. He met her on the sidewalk and put her suitcase in the trunk. They were on their way.
It took several hours to drive to the beach, but the time passed quickly. They talked nearly the entire way and arrived just after dark.
They had reservations at a quaint little bed and breakfast right on the beach. The clerk, or the owner, or whoever he was, told them they pretty much had the place to themselves, since several guests had recently cancelled their reservations.
Once they were upstairs and settled into their room, Mel wanted to take a bath to wash away the city's grime. Vincent went down to get them a couple of drinks while Mel scurried to the bathroom to fill the tub.
Vincent returned with the drinks, toasting his lovely lady. "Come on, let's get wet," he said playfully.
Mel hadn't planned for the two of them to bathe together, but she had no objection. They both stripped and climbed into the warm, soapy water. Facing one another, they lowered down until the bath water lapped at their chins.
They were both in a playful mood and splashed each other between sips of their drinks. Then Vincent reached in with both hands to tickle her. Mel laughed and squirmed in the water and tried to get away.
When he stopped, she needed a comeback. She grabbed an ice cube from her drink and lowered her hand beneath the water. When she pressed it into his crotch, he nearly jumped out of the tub.
"That wasn't nice!" he yelled.
"Then promise you won't tickle me any more. I've got two more ice cubes, and I know just where to put them!"
"Promise," he reluctantly agreed.
A change of mood accompanied his promise. They both turned serious, sliding across the slippery bottom of the tub to enter each other's arms. With her legs resting on his, their crotches were very close together. Their bodies slid against each other, and their minds turned to thoughts of sex. Vincent was the first to act.
He took the soap and began to caress Mel's back and shoulders, spreading thick lather onto her soft skin. Mel closed her eyes and drifted back into Vincent's hands, luxuriating in his soapy back rub.
His hands moved lovingly along her back, as if he were trying to memorize every curve, starting with her spine. He worked up to her neck, down to her butt, and didn't miss one spot in between.
After a few delightful minutes, she coaxed the soap away from him. She slowly worked up a frothy lather on his chest, the white bubbles laced with tiny veins of black hair. Vincent leaned back against the edge of the tub and thoroughly enjoyed her gentle touch.
She felt the firmness of his chest, the manly strength of his muscles, and soaped his entire torso. Vincent closed his eyes and let her hands work on his body.
As Mel tenderly scrubbed his chest and shoulders, Vincent's cock began to harden. His prick, which had once floated in the suds, began to lengthen and turn a reddish color. The blue veins on his growing shaft wiggled as they filled with excited blood. His rod stiffened inch by pleasurable inch.
His breathing slowed and deepened. He raised his butt off the bottom of the tub and supported his body by hooking his arms over the porcelain edge. He raised his crotch higher and higher until his dick poked out of the soapy water like a submarine's periscope, spying on her activities above the surface. Mel almost giggled at the sight of his bubble-covered cock.
She swirled the soap in her hands to work up plenty of suds, then began to stroke his standing erection. The slippery lather was exceptionally stimulating on his cock, his shaft already quite hot. His nuts began to buzz with each slippery stroke over his dick, and the crown of his cock turned to stone.
"God, that feels good," he said softly.
He squirmed around until he got his feet under his butt, squatting in the water to make sure he wouldn't fall.
Mel continued to rub his hard-on with the soap, watching his cock grow to its fullest proportions. Vincent reacted most when her hand slipped over his shiny cockhead, and it appeared to get larger the more she played with it.
His dick inflated until the reddened skin covering his firm muscle was stretched tight. She could feel the life pumping through his cock, but she didn't want to make him cum so quickly. She slowed her fingers and loosened her grip on his powerfully hard shank.
Vincent let his head rest against the back of the tub, saying, "Please, don't stop. Make me cum. Whatever we do later will be that much better. I'll be able to last longer if I get a hand job now." He was almost whining as he implored her to continue on his cock.
Mel didn't stop jerking him off, but kept up the same rhythm, the same slow pace, rubbing soapy lather up and down his shaft. Vincent soon began to groan and twist his body beneath her pumping fist. The tingling in his prick quickly turned to a tight, glorious buzz deep inside his nuts. He tightened his legs and worked his hips against her jerking fist.
Fire shot up through the center of his prick and then whipped back down into his balls. He swayed his ass from side to side, his nuts making wet, slapping sounds against his thighs.
Mel never varied her speed and pressure. She watched the end of his cock, waiting for his load to erupt.
When Vincent's first shot blasted out of his dick, it was accompanied by an intense, fiery sensation deep in his groin. He released a long, protracted sigh, wallowing in his pleasure.
His cock contracted again and again. Even through his climax, Mel's hands kept up the same measured pace, neither speeding up nor slowing down. She was fascinated by his erupting cock. About halfway down on each stroke, as the skin on his dick stretched tightly around his rod, his balls seemed to jump and spew out another thick blast of cum.
As soon as Vincent had panted his way through his orgasm, he lowered his body back into the water and pulled Mel into his arms. They kissed, a lingering, deep kiss.
Vincent reached under the water and began to fondle Mel's cunt lips. He spread them wide and inserted his middle finger in her waiting hole. Having played with her twat so many times before, and knowing what Mel liked best, he reached for her clit. As his fingers attached themselves to her soft muscle, shock waves rippled through her body that literally shook her from head to toe.
As soon as her clit stiffened within his fingers, he moved on to fresh territory. She felt him digging around inside her cunt, finding all the right spots to turn her on. Her body became alive with lust, every nerve straining for the next touch of his loving hands.
Mel threw her arms over the side of the tub and scooted onto Vincent's hand. She began pumping her hips up and down, driving his finger deeply into her snatch. She could feel his other fingers between her cunt lips and rocked from side to side to extract the greatest pleasure from his entire hand.
As his knuckle brushed over her hardened clit, his fingertip curled up inside her cunt. He rubbed, poked and prodded her pussy in a thrilling way.
Mel was being doubly stimulated. She knew she could get off by playing with her clit, and she also knew she could get off with his finger pumping inside her. She had massaged both places often enough in the past to know each could bring her to climax. And Vincent was playing with them both, and playing well.
She moaned, fully realizing he was paying her back for the hand job she had just given him. She leaned back, spread her legs as far apart as the tub would allow and welcomed the finger-fucking of her hot cunt.
Deep, fast and with a steady rhythm, Vincent pumped in and out of her pussy. He felt the heat in her crotch increase as he fingered her snatch. He felt the warmth spread into the water around her cunt and knew that she was oozing her juices. They seemed to mingle with the soap and make his fucking action easier and more exciting.
Mel's body relaxed, except for her pussy, allowing the sensuous feelings to spread through her muscles. She wiggled from side to side, and his finger wiggled with her. She found a motion that had her purring in the back of her throat, and stayed with it. She bounced up and down a few times, then rocked from side to side. It had her orgasm boiling.
It took only a short time before Mel's cunt gave up its honey. When her orgasm began, she shuddered around its startling effects. Then she launched into a series of body spasms that caused the water to splash up and over the edge of the tub.
Vincent had one hand on her tits, fondling her nipples and keeping them stimulated into erection. He kept the fingers of his other hand playing in her cooze the whole time she came. As she raced through the pleasures of her orgasm, he pumped hard and fast, making her cum harder and faster.
She moaned deep in her throat, trembling and quaking around her spewing nectars. Her clit turned into a hot coal and made the experience all the more pleasurable.
When Vincent slipped his finger out of her cunt, she was almost angry. "I don't know why I let you do that," she scolded.
"I know why. You like it!" he said, leaning over and kissing her.
"But now-"
"But nothing. Now it's going to take you longer to cum, too. So what do you say? Wanna fuck?"
"You dirty old man," she said teasingly. "Of course, I do!"
They climbed out of the tub and dried each other off. Mel leaned over to retrieve her clothes, but Vincent grabbed her arm and stopped her.
"Let's be a little daring," he said, taking her hand and pulling her toward the bathroom door.
"Oh, no!" Mel protested, tugging back on his hand. "I'm not walking out there naked."
"Come on. It'll be fun. Besides, we're practically the only ones here."
He opened the door and stepped into the hall, his grip firm on her hand. Reluctantly, she followed him through the door, looking both ways before fully leaving the bathroom.
It was a short walk to their room, but not short enough for Mel. They strolled hand in hand, even though she wanted to run.
When they were passing the stairs, Vincent stopped. Mel spotted the clerk on his way up.
"Great place you have here," he said, turning to face the stairs, his naked body on full display. "We love it," he added, pulling Mel next to him, forcing her to face the staring man.
The guy's eyes got as big as saucers and his mouth dropped open.
Vincent casually turned and continued walking to their room. Once the door closed behind them, both he and Mel started to laugh.
"Did you see the look on that guy's face?"
Vincent asked through his laughter.
Mel tried to be angry, but the shock expressed by the man on the stairs was just too funny to get upset about.
Vincent scooped her up into his arms and deposited her on the bed. Both of them were still chuckling when his hand moved onto her pussy.