Hot Kisses and Dress to the Wash
Hey there, you little teases, it’s me again, Mélanie. Okay, fine, it’s still Guillaume underneath, but with my tight blouse and seamed stockings, I believe we can consider me Mélanie!
So, after that kiss that made me melt like ice cream on the dashboard of a car parked in the sun in summer at Furnace Creek, I admit, that was a bit long as a metaphor! Anyway, after that smooch, Benjamin looks at me with his eyes that sparkle. Me, I’m there, all trembling, wondering if I’m still on Earth or if I’ve just taken off for Unicorn Dreamland!
He sets down his glass of champagne and takes my hand, all gently, as if I were a fragile little thing. And there, I feel my heart doing loop-the-loops in my chest. Mélanie is over the moon, but Guillaume, him, he stays in the wings, he watches and I hear him say, “We’re not doing so bad, pretty one, I think we even have butterflies in the lower belly.”
We stay a while on the couch, chatting about everything and nothing, but mostly staring at each other like two teens who’ve just discovered love. Uh, darn, shoot, and you little tease, Mélanie, you just talked about love! No, but Guillaume, I said that just like that, well, I think so. So he tells me he’s a cook in a restaurant not far away, and me, I tell him about my adventures in a little skirt, without going too much into the details of my secret drawer, you see the kind!
And then, he gets up to go check the trout in the oven. Me, I follow him with my eyes, hypnotized by his way of moving, and I tell myself that this guy, he knows what he’s doing, not just with a frying pan. While he’s busy, I catch myself daydreaming about what could happen after dinner. Another kiss? More? Oh my, Mélanie, calm down, my girl, you’re going to stretch out your dress!
The meal is served, and I have to say he went all out: perfectly cooked trout, little lemony sauce, sautéed veggies… I enjoy it, and between two bites, I giggle stupidly at his jokes. Guillaume, him, must be rolling his eyes somewhere in my head and thinking I’m a sap, but too bad, Mélanie is in princess mode tonight.
After dinner, he suggests we put on some music. He chooses a soft playlist, and there, you little teases, he invites me to dance! Yeah, I don’t know if it’s super classy, but that’s how I imagine it! A vengeful wink to those who said to themselves in the first episode, “She should’ve sucked off the guy with the bolognese-sauce T-shirt, it would’ve been a first experience.” Me, with my heels and my not-too-short skirt, I feel like Cinderella at the ball. He takes me in his arms, and we sway gently. I feel his breath on my neck, and I swear to you, I have shivers all the way down to my toes.
Okay, I won’t lie, at one point, I get my feet tangled in the rug—thanks, heels—and I nearly sprawl out with all the grace of a tipsy unicor, but he catches me laughing, and me, I turn red like the bow on my thong. But he tells me I’m adorable, and that makes me forget everything.
The evening moves along, and we end up back on the couch. There, he asks me if I’m comfortable, if I want him to stay a bit longer. In my head, it’s fireworks: yes, yes, yes! But Mélanie, she, plays the good girl and tells him, “Only if you want, you know…” Some shy little vixen, huh, I hear Guillaume who tells me, you look like you’re having fun and he’s a good guy, I’m handing you the reins and shutting my eyes!
He smiles, and there, he leans toward me again. Second kiss, you little teases! And this one, it’s even more intense than the first. I feel his hands sliding down my back, and me, I cling to him as if I were afraid he’d disappear. It’s soft, it’s hot, it’s everything I’d imagined in my sissy dreams.
But there you go, the clock ticks on, and Benjamin tells me he doesn’t want to rush me, that we have all the time. He suggests we see each other again soon, maybe for a real restaurant this time. Me, I nod my head, unable to say anything but “yes” because I’m so high on a cloud.
He ends up leaving, after a last little kiss at the doorstep. And me, I stay there, alone in my apartment, with a goofy smile stuck on my face. Guillaume comes back softly to the surface and slips to me, “Not bad, Mélanie, not bad at all.” And for once, I agree with him.
And there, I close the door, still all shaken up, my heart beating like crazy. But barely has the lock clicked that I feel like a void, a feeling that it’s not finished. No, it’s too silly, he can’t leave like that! I reopen the door in a panic, ready to yell at him to stay a bit more, and bam, he’s there, right behind, his fist raised to knock again. We freeze, eyes in eyes, and he stammers, “I was going to knock, I really want to stay…”
No time to answer, he pushes me against the still half-open door, and it slams under my back. His lips crush mine, a hungry kiss, wilder than the others. We stay dressed, but my hands, them, they go exploring, timid but curious. I brush his jeans, I feel the bulge swelling, and I blush like a peony. He sighs softly, urges me on with a burning look.
I lower his zipper, just enough to slip my trembling fingers over his boxers. He’s hard, hot, and me, I’m both terrified and excited. I take him in my hand, awkward, and I start to stroke, gently at first, then firmer. He breathes hard, murmurs to me, “Keep going, Mélanie, your hand feels so nice,” which makes me shiver.
And then, I go for it, I squat, wobbly on my heels, and I place my lips on him, just a hesitant little kiss, as if I were testing a forbidden fruit. It’s hot, it smells like him, it’s… weird but so exciting. I taste him, I suck timidly, my heart pounding so hard it hurts. Oh no, what if I don’t give him pleasure? What if I cover him in lipstick? What if I drool everywhere? Yes, I know, I ask myself silly questions. While him, he moans, one hand in my fake hair. So it must mean I’m not that bad.
But I’m too nervous to keep going longer, and the position isn’t the easiest (Note to self, you could’ve knelt, little dummy!).
I stand back up and there, standing, he kisses me on the neck, on the lips, with a tenderness that makes me wobble. His kisses are hot, wet, and I melt, forgetting almost my panic from two seconds ago. Meanwhile, his hand slips under my skirt, brushes my little kitty over my thong. He plays gently, massages with his fingers, without penetrating, just enough to make me tremble. Oh my, it’s crazy, it’s him touching me, there, me, Mélanie, he’s making me feel good, it’s real! I moan, a little squeak escapes me, and in my head, it’s euphoria: I’m a girl, a real one, he desires me, I’m going to explode with happiness!
I take his cock in my hand again, more confident now that he’s kissing me and caressing me. I jerk him off, hesitant at first, then with more rhythm, my fingers sliding over him, feeling every pulse. He’s all hard for me, it’s me doing this, it’s my first time and I’m driving him crazy! It’s exciting, soft, and hot, having him like this, I have fun varying the rhythm and pressure, until I feel him tense up, I see his eyes widen, and I hear his breath stop. Between my fingers, I feel him tense up, so I speed up a bit, telling myself, “Mélanie, you’re going to make your first guy cum!” And there, he cums, I feel everything, the contractions and spasms in my hand, a spurt splashes on my dress, his body staggers, and his hands grip me tighter. Another spurt crashes on the fabric again, I have it all over my hand and I hear heavy drops hitting the floor.
Oh no, my nice clean dress, but, in truth, it’s so hilarious, it’s so damn real!
He rests his forehead against mine and we burst out laughing, embarrassed, both of us, and he mumbles, “Oops, sorry, I think your dress… uh, it, it, it’s a bit covered in, in, in…” Yes, I saw, Benjamin, it’s covered in you, don’t worry, it’ll take a trip to the wash, I tell him, wiping my soaked hand on it.
You little teases, can you imagine how proud and turned on I was!
We explode with laughter again, but he keeps looking at me, that smile at the corner of his mouth that makes me weak, and his fingers under my skirt don’t stop. He massages more, gently, making a crazy heat rise in my belly. It’s too good, I’m going to die, no, I don’t want it to stop, I’m his cheeky princess! I tremble, I moan again, and him, he whispers to me, “You’re too beautiful like this,” which finishes driving me wild.
Against the door, we end up snuggling in romantic cuddle mode, cheeks red, heart galloping like a… No, I’ll stop with the unicorns, just a bit! He tells me, “Mélanie, I believe we’ve started something, at least that’s how it feels to me.” Me, I laugh, silly, I nod my head, still out of breath! One last long kiss, he opens the door, I watch him leave. I rush off to take off my makeup and change, Guillaume must be sleeping because even without the wig, without makeup, he doesn’t resurface. What’s certain is that Mélanie is at the start of something, and I believe, you little teases, that I’ll tell you everything!
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