Chapter 7
Secure in her job at the Footlight Cafe and surrounded by show business personalities, Melinda found her days of relative anonymity quite endurable and often pleasant. Her confidence in herself had been restored and she still held the belief that with patience and perserverance, her aspirations would one day be realized.
However, it came as a shock to her when one afternoon she spotted none other than Julius Huxton sharing a table with a voluptuous brunette. Controlling her lingering bitterness, she calmly approached the couple to take their order.
"Mr. Huxton?" she said, interrupting his conversation with the other woman.
He turned slowly and peered up at her with a smug expression. "Yes?"
"Don't you remember me?" asked Melinda casually.
Huxton glanced at his date, then stared at Melinda without the slightest hint of recognition.
"Melinda Cain," she told him, hoping that would be sufficient to jog his memory, but without success. "I auditioned for you a few months ago The Becker play. The one that didn't get off the ground."
"Oh," he grunted.
"Don't you recall?" Melinda persisted, annoyed by his ignorance. "We had a private audition and got the part, only the part didn't have a show to go with it."
"I recall the play," he remarked dryly, then turned to his menu. "We're in a bit of a rush Could we order?"
Outraged, yet concealing her anger, Melinda played along with Huxton's arrogant charade
"And what would you like, sir?"
"The young lady and I will have spaghetti with clam sauce and a bottle of Chianti."
Melinda jotted down the entrees, accepted the menus and quietly disappeared.
She returned a minute later with the wine and a basket of sliced Italian bread and went virtually unnoticed by the infatuated couple who were preoccupied with their witty conversation. Again, Melinda withdrew without a word.
Fifteen minutes later, Melinda brought their order. She carefully placed a plate of piping hot spaghetti on the table before the brunette. "Enjoy your meal," she chimed, then turned to Huxton. "Your spaghetti, sir," she announced and merrily turned the plate upside down over his head.
The brunette gasped. Patrons seated around the tables stared in stunned silence. Melinda dropped the empty plate on the table, put her hands on her hips and enjoyed the spectacle of wiggly spaghetti strands sliding from the top of Huxton's head, down his face and onto his suit.
Huxton glared up at Melinda, too astonished and humiliated to say anything at first. Melinda reached for a bowl of grated cheese and began sprinkling it on his head. "Some cheese with your spaghetti, sir?" she playfully offered.
Huxton got up from his chair and tightened his fists. "Why you ... you...." he growled. "Look what you've done to my suit!"
"You deserve worse, you creep!" shouted Melinda with an anger so intimidating that Huxton backed off a few steps. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Dumping the show and leaving town after you used me! And then you pretend you don't even know me! Oh!" she fumed. "Spaghetti with clam sauce is too good for you! You ought to have your stupid face buried in a mound of shit!"
"You're crazy ... absolutely insane!" Huxton ranted. "Where is the manager? I demand to see the manager!"
Mr. Silvermann entered the fray, took one horrified look at Huxton and turned on Melinda. "What the hell is going on here?"
"This ... this ... lunatic deliberately poured my food all over me!" Huxton accused.
"I'm sure it wasn't deliberate," Mr. Silvermann insisted, hoping he was right.
"It was deliberate," Melinda readily admitted. "I owe this bastard a taste of his own humiliation."
Silvermann was panic-stricken. "Do you know who this gentleman is?" he asked Melinda.
"Yes," she replied, "and he's no gentleman. He's the son of a bitch who promised me a job if I fucked him. Only I'm the one who got fucked!"
"Have you lost your mind?"
"No, just my temper," Melinda retorted. "My mind is finally at ease."
"You're fired," Silvermann announced. "And don't ever let me see you in here again."
Melinda tore off her apron and draped it over Silvermann's shoulder. Before she left, she turned to Huxton's date and asked, "Does he still do it with his boots on?"
The wide-eyed brunette confirmed it with a flaming red blush.
It was the greatest scene Melinda had ever played and she basked in the glory of her outspoken performance. But her pride began to wane two blocks away from the restaurant. Gradually, she stopped on the busy sidewalk and realized what had actually happened. "Fired?" she murmured to herself. "Oh-h-h...." she groaned. "What have I done?" She ran her hands through her hair and took a deep breath. "What do I do now?"
A hand gently touched her shoulder and Melinda wheeled around. A handsome but timid young man with dark brown hair and hazel eyes smiled at her. "Excuse me," he said, "but I was wondering if I might have a word with you."
"Oh, get lost," she muttered, starting to walk away.
"Wait a second," he pleaded, following her. "I saw what happened in the restaurant."
"Great. Then you just saw me making a complete fool of myself."
"I thought you were marvelous."
"Thanks, but if you don't mind, I'd like to be left alone."
He grabbed her arm and forced her to stop. "Please, just listen to me." Melinda sighed and confronted the stranger.
He introduced himself. "My name is Tim Rader. I'm a filmmaker."
The name caught Melinda by surprise. "Tim Rader? As in ... TIM RADER!"
He nodded modestly.
"You were nominated for an Academy Award last year."
"Yes, I seem to recall," he laughed.
"It's ... it's a thrill to meet you." said Melinda nervously. "I read all about you in...."
"Never mind about me," Rader interrupted. "It's you that I want to talk about."
"Me?"
"I'm about to shoot a picture in New York and there's a small but important part I have yet to fill. It calls for a frustrated young woman trying to make it as an actress and working as a waitress. Think you could handle it?"
Melinda shook her head and laughed. "My first movie role and already I'm typecast." His offer was too amazing to think over. How could she possibly refuse? "Do you really think I can do it?"
"If you can inject the same energy and anger I witnessed in the restaurant into your performance, I think you'd be perfect. Besides," he said, alluding to her uniform, "you already have your costume."
"If you really want me, I'm all yours." Melinda gladly agreed.
"Great. Come on," said Rader, taking her by the arm. "We'll discuss it over coffee. From now on, you're the one who's going to be served."
In less than a month, Melinda was before the cameras and under Rader's patient and meticulous direction, she rendered a sensitive and auspicious performance in her first supporting role. Suddenly, she was surrounded by cast and crew members who predicted a rewarding career and publicists who were more than enthusiastic to promote it. Her name began appearing in entertainment columns and strangers were actually asking for her autograph prior to the release of the film.
She was attracted to Rader, not only for the obvious reasons that he was handsome, influential and unattached, but because of his pleasant and considerate nature. Yet, although he sent her roses when Melinda finished shooting her scenes, Rader gave no indication of wishing to develop their relationship, nor did he respond to her numerous acts of flirtation. Undaunted by his apparent timidity, Melinda pursued him even more aggressively. At the cast party celebrating the film's completion, she made her interest in Rader quite obvious.
"Now that business is out of the way, why don't we get together?" Melinda suggested, sipping champagne and looking absolutely ravishing in a slinky red dress with a low neckline.
"I'd like that," claimed Rader awkwardly, "but I am rather busy. I don't have time for socializing."
"Actually," Melinda confessed, "I had something more intimate in mind."
Rader smiled faintly and lowered his head. "Thanks, I'm flattered, but ... ah...." He looked up and pretended to notice someone. "Will you excuse me, Melinda? I see an old friend of mine and I ought to say hello." He walked away, leaving her puzzled and disappointed.
Melinda approached one of the other actresses in the cast and engaged in a gossippy conversation. "Tell me something about Tim," she asked.
The actress looked intrigued. "Sure, what is it?"
"Is he ... is he gay?"
The actress snorted a laugh. "Where did you ever get that idea?"
"Well," explained Melinda. "I never see him with anyone off the set, he doesn't flirt and in spite of the fact that I've practically thrown myself at his feet, he hasn't made a pass at me."
"Tim's aloof with women for an understandable reason," the actress maintained. "You see, he was married to a beautiful young woman and ... well ... two years ago she died in a car accident."
Melinda was surprised and sympathetic. "That's awful."
"Yeah ... well, he's come to grips with the tragedy, but he's been unable to become romantically involved with anyone. That's why he immerses himself so deeply in his work. "You can't blame him."
"No, of course not," Melinda readily agreed.
"So don't feel unappreciated. He's probably very fond of you, but he can't express or encourage his emotions, at least, not yet."
The revelation only heightened Melinda's desire for Tim. What he needed was love, she decided, and she was just the woman to provide it. Since all of her other efforts had failed, she believed a more aggressive approach was necessary.
Rader's New York accomodations were at a quaint hotel overlooking Central Park South. He returned to his hotel room after midnight, undressed and stepped into the shower. Just as he was drying himself, there came a knock at his door.
"Who is it?" Tim called from the bathroom.
"Room service," a female voice responded.
"Room service?" he said to himself. "Just a moment, please."
He donned his bathrobe and knotted it securely before answering the door. To his utter surprise and amusement, he found Melinda dressed in her waitress uniform and holding a tray with two glasses of white wine.
"Nightcap, sir?" she quipped with a sly smile. "Compliments of the house."
Tim laughed warmly. "Cute, really cute. Come in. I could use some company."
Melinda detected a hint of sadness in his tone as she stepped into the room. "You seem a bit glum," she noted. "Is everything all right?"
"It's nothing," he insisted, closing the door. "I'm always a little blue at the end of a project. You get close to the people you work with and then you have to end friendships."
Melinda placed the tray on a dresser and handed Tim his glass. "Ours is one friendship that doesn't have to end."
"I'll drink to that," Tim toasted, then gulped down the entire glass.
Melinda pressed her lips to the rim of her glass and sipped slowly, leaving behind a red lipstick stain. She stared at Tim until he shyly looked away.
"Excuse the way I'm dressed," he said. "Or rather, the way I'm not dressed. I just stepped out of the shower."
"Oh?" Melinda replied, toying with his belt. "You mean, you're naked under that bathrobe?"
Tim disguised his embarrassment with a laugh. Then he sighed. "Don't bother seducing me," he intuitively remarked. "I'm not worth it."
"I disagree," Melinda persisted, tugging on the belt.
Tim placed his hand over hers. "Don't," he gently chided.
"That's my line," said Melinda with a smile. "And usually when I say it. I don't mean it."
"Well, I do," Tim assured her. "Why? Don't you find me attractive?"
"Extremely. It's just...."
"What?"
"I'm not ready to get involved with anyone," Tim firmly maintained.
"That's a poor excuse," scoffed Melinda.
"You wouldn't be very happy with me."
"Why won't you give me the chance to find out? I know for sure you'd be happy with me."
"Frankly, I don't think I could be happy with anyone," Tim pessimistically concluded.
"You'll never know unless you try," Melinda doggedly argued, giving the belt one more tug, undoing the knot and opening the robe.
Wavering, Tim looked tenderly into her eyes. "I'm afraid," he admitted.
Melinda caressed his cheek. "I won't hurt you. I promise." She leaned forward and kissed him. As her lips lingered against his, she placed her hands on his bare chest and slowly scraped her fingernails down his firm, muscular flesh, over his ribs and around his waist. She felt his cock surge between them and broke the kiss with a triumphant smile.
"I've never been kissed by a waitress before," he whimsically murmured.
"I'll do anything for a big tip," she joked, fondling his prick.
Melinda removed his bathrobe, stood back and admired his body.
"Disappointed?" he asked.
"Not in the least," Melinda replied, staring longingly at his impressive physique and especially at his huge erection. Running her wet tongue across her dry lips, her obvious approval reassured Tim, whose initial self-consciousness faded as he displayed his manhood without shame.
"I'll bet you've never undressed a waitress before," said Melinda.
"Only in my mind," Tim whimsically admitted.
"Strip me," Melinda implored.
Moving toward her, Tim extended his trembling hands. He unbuttoned her blouse and parted it to expose a black lace bra. He then wound his arms around her waist, untied the knot of her apron and let it fall to the floor. Deftly, he unbuttoned and unzipped her tight skirt. Melinda wiggled until the clinging fabric slid from her hips to her thighs to her ankles, then stepped out of it. Her black half-slip was easily discarded, leaving her in bra, panties, stockings and spiked high-heel shoes.
Tim paused to appreciate Melinda's alluring figure clad only in the skimpiest black lace and nylons. Then, unable to deny his desire, he proceeded, unsnapping the front clasp of her bra. Melinda's tantalizing tits spilled free, their nipples as hard as cherry stones. Tim's thumbs hooked around the straps of the black bra and lifted them off her shoulders. He tossed aside the intimate garment and rendered her naked from the waist up.
"You have beautiful breasts," he remarked, taking them in his hands, kneading and squeezing them.
"Suck them," Melinda whispered breathlessly.
Tim nestled his face in her bosom, then tickled each nipple with the tip of his nimble tongue. As he softly sucked her tits, Melinda stroked his stiff dick and tenderly murmured, "O-o-o, that's it ... that's my baby ... oh, it gets me hot ... so-o-o hot!"
Melinda then took his head in her hands and lifted it from her breasts. With parted lips she kissed him again, her tongue probing his mouth, tasting the wine on his breath, licking his warm lips. In the meantime, Tim's hands explored her soft, supple body. One hand slipped under her sheer panties and caressed her firm buttocks. The other hand massaged her crotch through the black lace. Melinda groaned as his fingers pushed aside the elastic of the bikini and wormed their way through her curly locks of pubic hair and into the moist warmth of her cunt. She embraced him passionately, pressing his rigid member against her belly, grinding her pussy around his inserted fingers, churning them in her internal juices.
"Oh, I want you so badly," she whimpered in his ear. "I-I want you, too," Tim realized aloud, prodding her snatch with his dexterous digits.
"You're the first man I've ever really wanted to make love to," Melinda revealed. "All the others! let them have me and I enjoyed it, but when it was over, it didn't mean a thing."
"You don't have to tell me this," Tim told her.
"But I want to," Melinda insisted. "I want you to know everything about me-what I think, what I feel. I want to give it all to you. I want to please you. I want to give you more pleasure than you ever thought existed!"
Suddenly, Melinda pushed him away. Caught off guard, Tim fell back onto the bed, his prick springing upright, poised like a lance. Smiling down at him and at the bulging shaft between his parted legs, Melinda slowly stripped off her panties and tossed them onto Tim's chest. He clutched the soft lace in his fist and raised it to his face, inhaling her fragrant and sassy female scent.
Disrobed to a black garter belt, dark nylon stockings and high-heels, Melinda knelt between his legs and ran her fingers up his outstretched thighs. "Don't be afraid to come in my mouth," she said in a sultry tone. "I intend to suck you dry."
Excited by her deliciously dirty mouth, Tim spread his thighs even wider over the edge of the bed so that Melinda's pretty face hovered over his naked crotch.
She stared longingly at his organ, simply studying its features, appreciating its imposing, manly beauty. Then she blew cool air along its rigid stem, around its sensitive crown, ruffling the thick pubic hair that sprouted at the base of his phallus and surrounded his balls. She brushed her soft cheeks against his penis, nudged it with her forehead, nose, and chin, then bowed her head so that her long, lustrous hair lashed across his thighs and groin. Then her puckered lips moved up and down his throbbing shaft, nipping the tip with playful pecks, stimulating his hefty shank with lingering kisses.
Melinda spared him the exquisite torture of prolonged foreplay and opened her mouth to extend her sweet, luscious tongue. Like a serpent, it flicked and jabbed the head of Tim's penis, then swirled around it as if it were a delectable candy cane. Melinda's drooling tongue started at the tip of his cock and glided down the long stalk of his taut muscle, skimmed the scrotum and testicles, and delved even further to his anus. She rolled her wet tongue in his warm orifice, sending shivers of unexpected delight throughout his body, darting in and out of his constricted asshole until he moaned with delirious ecstasy. Then Melinda's bold tongue licked its way back up his bone-hard manhood, thoroughly coating it with her glistening saliva.
Closing her fist around his swollen meat, Melinda shoved Tim's cock into her gaping mouth. Pumping his prick with her hand, she worked her red, bloated lips up and down his slick dick, sucking him off in deep, devouring strokes, jerking her head back and forth, savoring every scrumptious inch of his sex.
Tim closed his eyes and clutched the bedspread, for such was the overwhelming pleasure from Melinda's oral gratification. Struggling to sustain his rigidity and forestall the inevitable climax, he tried desperately to think of something else, anything to distract him, but it was hopeless. His mind could not escape the wondrously erotic reality of having this beautiful young woman submit to him in such an uninhibited manner, kneeling between his legs like a servant of lust, stuffing his penis down her smooth, sultry throat.
Writhing with unbearable ecstasy, Tim reached down and held Melinda's bobbing head in his hands, holding it firmly as he lifted his hips off the bed, forcing his cock in and out of her gorgeous mouth. Panting with animal lust, he fucked her face in swift thrusts until he felt a geyser of creamy, hot cum surging from the pit of his sac to the barrel of his pistol. He came gasping and flinching, firing his frothy load into Melinda's gulping gullet. She swallowed his semen as fast as she could and licked the rest as he kept on spurting, making sure she consumed every delectable drop.
"Oh-h-h," groaned Tim, touching her cheek with a trembling hand. "That was so good."
"That," Melinda promised, "was only the beginning."
She kicked off her high-heel shoes and like a cat, crept onto the bed, crawling over his helpless body. "How about a midnight snack?" she purred.
"Sure," Tim played along. "What's on the menu?"
Melinda knelt with her legs straddling his head, her stockinged thighs brushing against his cheeks and her luscious cunt hovering over his face. "Me," she replied, lowering her pussy onto his parted lips.
Tim's tongue proved as talented as Melinda's, penetrating the pouting, pink lips of her gash and delving deep into the tangy, torrid recesses of her vagina, lapping the hearty juices that seeped from her succulent snatch. As he poked, prodded and gnawed her clit, Tim groped as much of Melinda's soft, silky skin as he could get his hands on, palming her firm buttocks, kneading the tender flesh that spanned her waist, belly and inner thighs, tugging on her garter straps, extending his fingers beneath her stockings to stroke the back of her thighs.
Melinda sighed and moaned, swivelling her hips from side to side as her lover ate pussy with a seemingly insatiable appetite. She took his roaming hands and placed them on her heaving breasts, holding them there against her bosom while she enjoyed the pleasures of his tantalizing tongue.
Glancing over her shoulder, Melinda was pleased to notice that Tim's cock was still hard and handy, for she planned to put it to good use before the night was over. She savored several more licks of her clit, then withdrew her cunt from his saturated mouth.
"Was that the main course or merely an appetizer?" asked Tim, sitting up.
Melinda kissed his lips and got a taste of herself. "Baby," she cooed, "we're going to have a feast."
It was just what Tim wanted to hear. He took her into his passionate embrace and they rolled across the wide bed. Brushing the hair from her eyes, Tim stared at her lovely face, reluctant happiness and lingering doubt apparent in his expression. "I haven't felt like this in a long time," he confessed.
"I've never felt like this at all," Melinda replied. "I know I'm in love."
"Are you sure? Perhaps it's just gratitude. Many actresses become infatuated with their directors. It's just a temporary fixation. It doesn't last."
"This will last," said Melinda confidently. "We'll make it last."
"You have a wonderful future ahead of you, Melinda," Tim happily predicted.
"We have a wonderful future ahead of us," Melinda corrected.
"You're going to be a star. Your life will change. You'll grow."
"We'll grow together."
"Don't you want to be free?"
"I've already won my freedom," Melinda maintained. "Now I want to belong to someone. I want to belong to you."
"You want so much," Tim mused. "And I have so little to offer."
Melinda reached down and touched his cock. "You've got everything a girl could ask for."
Tim smiled and kissed her tenderly.
"No more words tonight," Melinda proposed restlessly. "Let's let our bodies express our feelings.
I want you to sodomize me."
She could tell her request aroused him, yet Tim hesitated. "Are you sure?" he asked.
Melinda put it more bluntly. "I want you to fuck my ass."
She rolled over on her belly and tucked a pair of pillows under her crotch, propping up her buttocks and spreading her stockinged legs. Tim was so tempted by the sight of her gaping anus that he immediately covered her plump ass with kisses and thoroughly lubricated her hole with his licking tongue. Then clutching the waistband of her garter belt, he drove his spike deep into her open orifice.
Melinda cried out in pain and pleasure as he repeatedly battered her butt, harpooning her with all the brutal passion she so desperately desired. Unrestrained, Tim asserted his manhood with the authority and conviction Melinda had craved, proving he truly loved her, so much so that he wasn't afraid to hurt her, taking what now belonged to him alone.
"Harder! Harder!" begged Melinda, shredding the sheets with her clawing nails. "Really rip me!
Oh, yeah! Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me! I want you to come in my ass!"
"No," Tim whispered in her ear, bending over and squeezing her in a bear hug. "I'll fuck your ass," he assured her, humping her buns to his heart's delight, "but I want to come in your cunt."
"Then, do it!" gasped Melinda. "Fuck me any way you want! Just give it to me good! Fuck me hard and fast! Fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before! Oh, I'm so hot for you, baby! So damn hot!"
Tim took a few more stabs before he withdrew from Melinda's anus and turned her over. He spread her legs as wide as they would bend and gazed hungrily at her scintillating slit. She aroused lust in him unlike any he had known before. He had revered his wife, placing her on a pedestal from which he viewed her as a cherished spouse instead of a passionate lover. It was different with Melinda. In her, he had a mistress as well as a beloved companion, a classy lady by his side and a whore in bed. She had a duality of character he found both alluring and intriguing. What more could a man ask for?
Melinda guided Tim's throbbing beef stick into the burning bowels of her hot pussy, hissing with exquisite pleasure as he smoothly filled her to the core. Her blood raced with desire, heat seething from every pore. Her eager hands reached up to grasp his shoulders and pulled him down upon her. Their open mouths sucked each other, their tongues thrashing in a desperate kiss.
His lean but sinewy body entwined with hers as he drove his solid manhood in and out of her excitable womb. His lips pressed against her lips, his broad chest brushed her nipples, his belly rubbed against her belly, and his hips pounded her inner thighs. They became as one in a numbing embrace and clung to each other in a tempest of erotic emotion.
Unlocking their arms, the lovers slowed the pace, determined to prolong the consummation and make a very good thing last. Tim propped himself up on one arm and caressed Melinda with a loving hand, touching her face, fondling her willowy limbs, grasping her supple breasts and pinching her nipples.
Tears of joy and rapture streamed from Melinda's eyes and streaked her cheeks. "Oh, Tim!" she cried. "It feels so good! It feels so very good! Is it as good for you?"
"The best," he moaned, licking her salty tears and sinking his teeth into her shoulder as he plowed her pussy.
"I wish you could fuck me all night long," said Melinda, raking his back with her nails.
"If that's what you want, baby, that's what I'll do," vowed Tim. "We're going to ball until you beg for mercy."
"I'll never beg for mercy," Melinda swore. "I'll only beg for more!"
Accepting her challenge, Tim held her ass firmly in his two hands and banged her with all the brute force he could unleash. Melinda responded like a wildcat, winding her long, stockinged legs around his waist and clawing the scruff of his neck. The room was filled with the sounds of passion-the clamor of the headboard rattling against the wall, the repeated thud of flesh slamming flesh, the grunts and groans of human beasts in savage and unrelenting fornication.
As Tim rammed his rod to the hilt, Melinda dug her nails deep into his shoulder blades, drawing a pinch of blood. Reacting, Tim seized her wrists and pinned them to the bed above her head. The hint of domination excited Tim as he had never been excited before and as he restrained Melinda, he walloped her womb with harder, stiffer, faster thrusts of his prodding stick.
"A-a-a-h-h-h! A-a-a-h-h-h!" Melinda wailed, not caring who heard her, swept away in a cyclone of erotic ecstasy. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Fuck me! Fuck me! Do it! Do it! More! More!" she chanted hysterically, grinding and grinding her pelvis to the steady assault of his gyrating hips.
Tim rode her as if she were a champion mount and he a jockey snug in the saddle, always in command. For all her bucking, she couldn't throw him, tamed by his taut, tough whip. Tim forced her to stay the course, sliding back and forth, in and out, guiding her toward the finish line.
Tim prolonged his pounding penetration for the longest time, until Melinda's vagina was as raw as red meat. He lunged into her again and again, flaunting his incredible stamina, astonishing her with his prowess, his muscles and flesh and sturdy limbs crashing into her like waves against the shore, her clitoris blistering with a desire that never seemed to reach its peak, the agnozing pleasure mounting and mounting in endless excitation.
"Oh! I can't take it! I can't take it anymore!" Melinda finally shouted, thrashing and writhing, resisting his iron grip in an effort to slash his skin with her claws. "Make me come! Please! Make me come!"
But every time he came close to satisfying Melinda, Tim would refrain just a bit, just enough to keep her dangling on the edge of total ecstasy. "Not yet, my love," he whispered in her ear.
"Oh, please! Please, Tim!" she begged. "Can't stand it! I'm so close! So close! Oh! Oh! I'm going to die if I don't come soon!"
"Patience, darling," he softly replied, slowing the pace to a leisurely grind, releasing her wrists. "Make it last, baby. Make it last."
Melinda reached up and spread her fingers on his chest. "Oh, I want to," she moaned. "I really do. I want it to go on forever. But I've got to come! Make me come! I'm begging, baby! Fuck me and make me come!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him down upon her. Their lips met in a deep, smothering kiss.
Rising again, Tim smiled at Melinda. "Trust me," he said. "I'll make it so good for you, you'll never have it quite as good again."
He then abruptly withdrew, his stiff dick yanking itself free of Melinda's swollen cunt. She whimpered anxiously, an expression of dread and disappointment paling her face. But Tim put her fears to rest as he merely got up and stood at the foot of the bed, took hold of her ankles and dragged her body toward him until her ass reached the edge of the mattress. Clutching the calves of her stockinged legs, he hoisted them straight up until they rested against his chest and her furry snatch was poised an inch from the tip of his prick. He impaled her pussy with one swift thrust, driving his screw back into her hot, horny hole until he was buried to the balls inside of her and Melinda grunted like a sow.
His two feet planted firmly on the floor, Tim was able to jerk his pelvis as fast and as hard as he wished, force-fucking sweet Melinda to her cunt's delight. While he plugged her pussy, Tim ran his hands up and down her legs, stroking her thighs above and below her nylon hose, caressing the curves of her calves. Melinda moaned blissfully and rolled her head from side to side, her arms laying limply by her side.
Tim then unhooked her garter straps one at a time and snapped them against her belly. When all four were loosened, he reached down and grasped the front of the garter belt in his tight fist. With one quick, brutal tug, he stripped her of the intimate garment, tearing the hooks from their stitches, and hurled the sling of black lace over his shoulder. Melinda shuddered in escalating ecstasy and sustained another series of grinding thrusts to her cunt.
Tim had but to glance down to see his splendid stud dick split Melinda's slit and slide deep into her snug, slutty snatch. He thrilled to the touch of her nylons and flesh, the fragrant aroma of her saturated pussy, the wounded but grateful expression on her face as he skewered her sweetmeat. It was all too much to bear indefinitely. As Melinda arched her spine and heaved her naked breasts, he secured them in his grasp, fondled and squeezed them until she covered his hands with her own and pleaded for mercy.
"Oh, now! Now!" Melinda hoarsely implored. "Give it to me now!"
Tim leaned forward, Melinda's leg falling to the side, spreading wide. He bore down on her like a rig drilling for crude oil, digging deeper and deeper, harder and faster. They wrestled in an absolute frenzy, plundering each other's bodies for the ultimate of pleasures, getting closer and closer to the moment of triumph.
"Uh! ... Uh!" Tim grunted through clenched teeth, his battering ram fit to burst. "Oh, Melinda!" he gasped. "I-I-love you!"
"I love you, too!" she cried, shivering from head to toe with the glorious realization.
Reaching the summit of physical and emotional ecstasy at precisely the same moment, the impassioned lovers came in each other's trembling embrace. Their senses seemed to shatter into a million pieces as Tim's embedded cock filled Melinda's cunt with a rush of creamy cum which she gladly absorbed, her eyes shedding tears of sumptuous joy.
The magic lingered long after their weary bodies had finished with one another and Tim and Melinda basked in the warm afterglow of their first encounter. They relaxed in each other's arms but were unable to sleep. The light of day appeared through the window and with it dawned the realization that they were different people from the ones they were yesterday.
"Good morning," said Melinda, kissing Tim's cheek.
"It is, isn't it," he smiled. "I ought to be exhausted, but I feel great."
"So do I," sighed Melinda.
"I could use some breakfast, though. I wonder if the kitchen is open yet. I'll try room service," he said, reaching for the phone.
But Melinda caught his hand and pressed it to her breast. "I am room service," she playfully cooed. "Remember?'
"It slipped my memory," Tim laughed, kissing her.
"I have the perfect recipe for breakfast in bed," Melinda murmured, fondling his genitals. "How about some hot cakes and sausage?" she suggestively purred. "You can have my hot cakes and I'll eat your sausage.";
"Mmm," Tim played along. "Sounds yummy."
"Oh, I am. I mean ... it is."
Tim put his hand on her face and pushed her away. Melinda rolled across the bed, laughing. "You've got a filthy mind," Tim kidded.
"And a filthy body," Melinda remarked. "Care to share a shower?"
"Too lazy," Tim procrastinated. "I'll take one later."
Melinda slowly and sensuously rolled down her stockings under Tim's watchful eye. "Are you sure?"
Titillated, he gulped and replied, "On second thought...."
They stood beneath the steamy spray and cleansed their grimy bodies, scrubbing each other with soapy hands. Melinda lathered Tim's chest and watched as the creamy suds trickled down his belly and into his groin where his limp cock seemed in need of attention. Her soapy fingers slid back and forth over his drooping dick and restored it to full growth. Revived, his prick pointed straight up, ready for whatever Melinda had in mind.
She knelt before him in the tub and closed her mouth around Tim's rigid rod. While jets of hot water needled her flesh, Melinda massaged his balls and hungrily sucked his cock. Tim closed his eyes, leaned back against the blue tile wall and enjoyed the sensation as the relentless shower pelted his body. This time, he took his pleasure quickly, dousing Melinda with his spurting seed which was immediately washed away with the suds and grime.
Grasping Melinda by the shoulders, Tim lifted her up and forced her into the corner of the tub. He then applied soap to a soft sponge and lathered Melinda's tits. Frothy bubbles streaked her bulbous mounds of slick, supple flesh, dripping from the protruding tips of her nipples. He squeezed the sponge between Melinda's breasts and a stream of foam poured down her torso, overflowing her navel and into the wet bush of pubic hair that flourished around the lips of her cunt.
Her back wedged into the corner, Melinda spread her legs and offered him her pink, gaping slit, practically begging Tim to scrub her crotch. Soapy sponge in hand, he scoured her snatch, stuffing the absorbent wad into her womb and swabbing her clit. The sizzling sound of the shower drowned out Melinda's moans of renewed ecstasy.
Leaning forward, Tim pinched one nipple and licked the other while he rubbed Melinda's tingling twat. It was more than she could endure and with a shudder she seized his wet head and pressed her lips against his. She was grinding against the sponge, trembling all over, grunting and groaning as if slowly tormented, when in fact she was closer than ever to the most exquisite of pleasures.
Tim dropped the sponge and reached up to remove the detachable shower nozzle. He set its adjustable spray to the pulsating massage flow and riddled Melinda's body with its stinging, hot spurts. She hissed as if scorched, but obviously loving every blast that splashed against her, soothing and tantalizing her yearning flesh. Tim then directed his shots at the white foam that oozed from Melinda's seeping orifice.
"Oh-h-h! Oh-h-h!" cried Melinda, her fingernails clawing the tile walls. The rapid fire of hot water pounding her pussy ignited a short fuse that brought her to the edge of erotic madness. Melinda reached down and pried open her burning gash, exposing her swollen clitoris.
Tim shoved the nozzle between her legs and pressed it right against her cunt. Melinda held it there and even tried to fit it into her vagina, but had to settle for mere clitorial contact. She stroked the shower massage's long, metallic hose as if fondling a serpentine phallus, writhing and squirming like a worm on a hook.
Then with a series of breathless huffs and spasms, Melinda sustained a mild but satisfying orgasm, slowly crumbling against the wall, sinking to her knees. Smiling at his own kinky-ingenuity, Tim replaced the nozzle and turned off the shower.
When Melinda regained her strength, Tim helped her out of the tub and they shared a towel in drying each other off. Then, while she was busy blow-drying her wet hair, he left the bathroom and returned to the bed where he placed an early morning phone call.
"Hello, this is Mr. Rader," Tim quietly declared into the receiver, hoping Melinda wouldn't hear him. "I have a first-class reservation on Flight 511 to Los Angeles, leaving today from Kennedy airport. I was wondering if I could reserve another seat for the same flight ... Yes, that's right ... Fine, I'll hold on."
While he waited for a response, Tim watched Melinda as she stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror, the blowdryer in her hand, her blonde hair floating on a stream of warm air.
"Yes?" he said as the airline representative returned to the line. "Wonderful. We'll be there by noon. Thank you."
Tim hung up just as Melinda turned off the dryer. While she brushed her hair, he got up and started packing his suitcase. Melinda glanced into the room, noticed what he was doing and laid down the brush.
"Going somewhere?" she asked in a cautiously curious tone of voice.
"I'm leaving for L.A. today," he casually replied.
"Oh?" said Melinda. "I didn't know you intended to leave today."
"Well, my work is finished here. I have no reason to stay."
Melinda crossed her arms and hugged herself, shivering with uncertaintly. "I was hoping...."
"Yes?" Tim turned around to face her.
Melinda smiled faintly and shrugged. "I don't know. I was just hoping you'd stay a little longer."
"Can't. Too much work. I have to edit the film, show it off to the studio."
"Of course," Melinda conceded, trying to be as understanding as possible, holding back the tears. "Well," she gulped, crawling under the bedsheets. "I ... I guess it's for the best."
She didn't say another word and neither did Tim until he finally finished packing. Then he sat down on the edge of the bed and regarded her with a quizzical expression. "What are you doing in bed?" he asked. "Shouldn't you be getting dressed and ready for the flight?"
Melinda stared at him. "Huh?"
"We have a plane to catch in a few hours."
"You mean ... I'm going with you?"
"I should hope so," said Tim with a haughty laugh. "You wouldn't be of much use to me here in New York. Besides, after last night, you have to make an honest man out of me."
"Why, you...." Melinda belted him with a pillow. Howling with laughter, Tim warded off her blows, grabbed her wrists and pinned her flat on her back.
He pacified her with a kiss and murmured, "You're beautiful when you're angry."
"What time does the plane leave?" asked Melinda.
"Noon."
"That gives us another hour or two."
"You can't be serious," scoffed Tim, releasing her.
Melinda flashed a naughty smile. "Judging by that bulge against my thigh, you are!"
Tim glanced down and sure enough, his pecker was as stiff as a board once again. "Imagine that," he muttered.
Melinda kicked off the sheets and spread her legs. "Shut up and fuck me, you insatiable stud," she demanded.
In spite of all that had transpired between them in a relatively few hours, Melinda's cunt was as smooth as butter and Tim's cock plunged like a knife into its warm, tender depths. Melinda folded her arms across his back and pressed his chest against her bosom. She could feel his heart pounding faster and faster as he swiftly entered and reentered her. Then she could feel her own heart beating fiercely in her breast, throbbing in perfect rhythm with Tim's. It was as if they had become one heart and Melinda never felt closer to another human being in her life.
Despite their mounting passion, it was a time of gentle loving. Tim's lips showered her with kisses, his hands caressing every reachable part of her, his limbs becoming entwined with hers, his burning prick nestled deep in her womb of desire.
So engrossed were they in their act of wanton lust that neither of them heard the faint knock at the door, nor the sound of a key inserted in the lock. Unaware of their presence, a young chambermaid entered the room, her arm bearing a fresh supply of towels. She was half-way to the bathroom when she suddenly noticed them on the bed and froze in her tracks. The young woman was so startled that she could neither speak nor move, too embarrassed by her carelessness to betray her presence or discreetly leave. Instead, she simply stood and stared and soon found herself more fascinated than ashamed of what she saw.
Oblivious to the silent intruder, Tim went right on fucking, but when Melinda opened her eyes and peered over his shoulder, she spotted the girl watching them. She chose not to say anything, knowing that to interrupt their lovemaking would spoil a truly enjoyable experience. For Melinda there was nothing to be ashamed of. What they were doing was beautiful and she didn't care if the whole world saw it. She was not at all shocked or intimidated by the stranger. The harmless young woman was an audience of one and Melinda loved to play to an audience, even under intimate circumstances. There was something titillating about it and Melinda mockingly stared back at the young woman while winding her legs around Tim's waist and crossing her ankles over his galloping buttocks.
Eventually, the chambermaid turned away and quietly fled, closing the door behind her. With a triumphant smile, Melinda embraced her man, stroking the back of his head as he sucked her tits.
Suddenly the phone rang, but Tim was not to be distracted from his tantalizing task. He went right on making love to Melinda, ignoring the incessant shrill.
"Aren't you going to answer it?" asked Melinda.
"No," Tim emphatically replied. "But it may be important."
"Nothing's as important as getting laid," Tim firmly concluded and then proceeded to prove it to Melinda.
And the phone rang on and on and on.