I had never seen anything as lovely as Melina, there were some women who had that erotic glow to them but in it they lost that subtle grace of beauty. Melina had both, she truly was like a soft rose, so smooth, so vibrant, so filled with passion and with her own thorns to keep those who can’t handle her away.
I had come to her house under the pretense of watching a movie and chatting but I knew, and on some level perhaps she did too, there was more to this casual meeting. The movie was selected and we moved into the living room, as Melina moved to the TV and slipped the DVD into it’s drive I made my move.
Slipping in behind her I gently place my hands on her hips and said, “I’m sure you’re tired of hearing this but you really are beautiful.”
“Oh you know I’ll never be tired of hearing that,” she replied with a chuckle in her silk smooth accent, trying to turn but caught in my firm grip.
“Then you won’t mind if I tell you why,” I whispered, my lips barely brushing against her ear. With no reply from Melina I took that as a no.
“Let’s start with your legs,” I said, placing my hands on a skirt covered thigh, “they’re so soft and smooth, and curved just perfectly,” as I spoke my hand traveled slowly up her leg, the skirt being pulled with it. Just inches from revealing her panties as my hand reached her hip I let the skirt fall and continued.
“And now your sensual body, voluptuous and graceful, it’s like a work of art that even the greatest would not be able to capture,” I said, smoothly caressing her body until my hands were just below her chest, feeling her rapidly beating heart with my hands pressed to her, just one small twitch away from her breasts.
“And of course,” I just barely whispered, my hands lifting and hovering just above her chest. Suddenly I grabbed her shoulders and spun her around gently placing one hand on her soft cheek, “your face, a picture of true beauty, rounded and sculpted perfectly, with eyes so deep and lips,” I continued, looking into her eyes, my face inching closer and closer, “ that are so very inviting.”
Just as Melina leaned forward to complete the kiss I pulled back and ran my hand softly through her hair, saying, “now I think I may have forgotten something, don’t you?”
Melina didn’t respond at first she was blushing so deeply from my words and from the sudden denial of our kiss, she just pushed a stray strand of hair back and mumbled a soft, “I don’t know.”
Letting my hands drop I placed them into hers, holding them in mine, “your gentle, delicate hands,” I said, turning my palms upwards as I looked into her eyes, “maybe they can show me to a spot I’ve missed.”
her face turning an even deeper shade of crimson Melina held my gaze and brought my hands up, letting out a gentle gasp as she pressed them into the softness of her breasts, “how about here,” she said with a grin.
Smiling wickedly at Melina I began to slowly massage and caress her covered globes.
“Melina you surprise me,” I gasped, feigning my shock, “I haven’t even kissed you yet.”
With that last “yet” my hands went to her face, wrapping gently around her neck and pulling towards me, finishing that kiss we had been refused. Our lips melting together, playing at each other so roughly, so passionately I almost regretted pulling them apart just as her mouth opened and tongue played at my lips.
“Maybe we should take this some place more comfortable,” I said as I dropped my hand into hers.
Squeezing my hand gently Melina nodded and began to pull me towards her bedroom.