Melissa paced the floorboards of her flat; it was a waiting game after all. She had prepared everything and was ready to go. Her phone pinged and she read the message, prepared a few more things and put on her fur-lined coat. In seconds, she was out of the door and in her car.
It would be a twenty-minute drive, maybe fifteen if she broke the speed limit a little. She turned the corner and joined the main road. She momentarily closed her eyes when she felt it move but the feeling was wonderful. Her hands clenched the steering wheel and she found herself speeding. She would make the journey in ten minutes at this rate.
Melissa took a left and then a right, followed the bend around and then up a small hill before turning right onto the country lane. She was tempted to slide her hand into her coat and cop a feel of her breast, but she only needed to wait for one car before pulling onto the country lane.
She soon caught the car up. She waited patiently behind it. She kept telling herself it would turn off at any second, but after a couple of junctions it was still there and doing only twenty-five. Melissa started losing it. Her fingers drummed on the steering wheel, she kept repeating the words ‘come on, come on’ in her head and then out loud. This was ludicrous, she thought; Grandad driving with nowhere to go, no doubt.
The sensations in her groin seemed to get more intense when she lifted off the seat or turned a corner.
Because of the speed, Melissa finally relented and put her hand inside her coat to cop a feel of her breast. She ended up pinching the nipple. She looked at the clock. Twenty minutes had already gone, and she still had three miles to go. Then she remembered the short dual carriageway section where she could get past Grandad.
Melissa started slowing, not because she started to relax, but because she was pinching her nipples and the sensations from her pussy were having a serious effect on her driving. She squeezed her muscles and found herself making fucking motions with her bum towards the steering wheel.
Melissa cursed the car for the air-conditioning failing only two days before, and her whole body was getting hot with the heaters on and the proximity of the fur-lined coat. She wiggled her shoulders for a while because the motion caused her nipples to brush against the inside of her coat. It turned her on even more.
The road widened as it approached a short dual carriageway, and Melissa saw her opportunity to overtake Grandad. No sooner had she drew level, the lights turned red. She looked over to grandad’s car with contempt written all over her face. The man looked like a grandad too, but Melissa wasn’t expecting grandma to suddenly appear from under the steering wheel, a smile on her face, finger on the edge of her mouth, pushing the last remnants of white fluid into it while slumping back into her chair.
Melissa couldn’t believe it, everyone seemed to be fucking in places they shouldn’t be and causing her to be late.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a red Mercedes make a right turn at the junction. Her eyes locked on Jenny Stafford’s car careen onto the dual carriageway and speed away. Melissa was still watching Jenny as the lights turned green. With an ‘Oh, fuck’ she selected gear and sped off.
It was twenty-six minutes past the hour when Melissa pulled up outside Matt’s flat. It shouldn’t have taken this long. She exited the car in record time, scurried up the stairs and pressed the button for Matt’s flat. The buzzer sounded; Melissa rushed inside and up the stairs; the lift would have taken far too long.
She nearly climaxed when she turned the corner. Her pussy was leaking and fluids dribbled down her thighs as she approached the door. Melissa pushed it open and slammed it shut.
Matt was waiting by the breakfast bar in just a pair of boxer shorts that looked like a tuxedo.
“You’re Malibu and Orange juice,” said Matt, holding out his hand with the glass in it.
Melissa looked at him, pushed the fur-lined coat off her shoulders and let it slide to the floor. She let him have the necessary fifteen seconds to look at her naked voluptuous body before leaning forward a little to pull at the string that dangled between her lips. She pulled the mini vibrator out and let it drop. It buzzed and bounced on the tiled floor.
Melissa paced to the kitchen table, snatching the glass out of Matt’s hands as she passed. She took one long sip, downing half of it she placed the glass on the table, bent over it and grabbed the opposite side; her knuckles whitened.
“Fuck me hard,” she commanded.
Matt was helpless; he looked at her upturned bottom and then at her breasts as they squashed outwards on either side of her body. He retrieved his cock from his pants, grunted and presented it to her wet cunt, letting out a loud groan as it slid in effortlessly.
Matt grabbed her around the hips and started pounding into Melissa’s cunt.
Melissa closed her eyes; the only image that played in her head was that of Jenny driving to the sports centre on the opposite side of the dual carriageway. Melissa visualised the innocence on her face. Where she was going and what she was about to partake in.
It was nothing like the smile that Melissa had on her face as Jenny’s husband fucked her.
Three, she thought. She would have three orgasms here, on the kitchen table, before she took him into their bedroom, followed by a quickie in the shower, before leaving.
Yes, three would be nice, she thought.
