Part 2

Melissa Daniel arrived at work early in the morning, the events of the previous night having energized her. Normally working late tired her out, and left her in a bad mood the next day, but that variety of working late was definitely something she could get used to. Her new friend Jason, the young intern who proved just how eager to please he was, also seemed to have a bit of extra spring in his step the day after their little after hours adventure. Melissa shot him a wink on her way to her office, and as tired out as he was the previous night, that was all it took to fill his mind once again with all sorts of devious ideas about his sexy boss. For her part, Melissa also couldn't stop thinking about last night. She sat down at her desk and logged into her computer, planning on doing some work, but her mind also kept wandering. As her mind wandered, of course, her excitement level grew, until the office started to feel distinctly warm. She must have been zoned out for a bit, because the voice snapping her back into reality was a bit of a shock. "Melissa? Are you ok?" Melissa quickly left her daydream and looked to her visitor. It was Jenny Brown, one of the secretaries. She was quite young, Melissa guessed she couldn't be a day over 20. She had bright blue eyes, short blonde hair, and a little round face that was both childishly cute and yet carried all of the sexuality of a full-grown woman. She was fairly tall, with a relatively plain body. She lacked most of the curvature that Melissa had, being rail-thin, but she did with this what she could, and in her tight clothes she got nearly as much attention as Melissa's more voluptuous shape. "I'm sorry Jenny, I must have been lost in thought," Melissa apologized. "What do you need?" "I was just wondering if I could have tomorrow off," Jenny began. Melissa looked at the little calendar on her desk. "It seems all right," she answered. "Yeah, it's fine. Nothing wrong, I hope?" "No, no," Jenny replied with a smile. "It's just that tomorrow is my boyfriend's day off too, and we've wanted to do something together for a while. I see him around here occasionally, but he works late a lot, so we don't have nearly as much one-on-one time as I'd like." "Around here...?" Melissa started, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, he works here. His name is Jason Thomas, one of the interns here," Jenny continued. "Maybe you know him." Melissa indeed knew him, and in the biblical sense. She had no clue that anything of the sort was going on between Jason and Jenny, between Jason and anyone really, and Jason was certainly not forthcoming about this information. Still, Melissa kept her cool, merely nodding in response. "Yeah, he and I have talked. I wrote him a letter of recommendation..." she started, hoping that this would be just the clue Jenny needed to tell her that this was a different Jason. Surely there could be two people named Jason Thomas working here, that just had to be the explanation. But no. "Oh, yes! He was so happy to get that," Jenny said, her face lighting up. "I was glad to do it," Melissa said quickly, trying very hard to maintain her composure. "Anyway, yeah, the day off is fine... have fun," she added, wanting very much right now for this conversation simply to be over. Jenny seemed to take the hint. She looked like she was about to say something else, but she didn't. Instead, she simply looked Melissa over once more, and stepped out, uttering a quick "Thanks," on her way out. After Jenny left, Melissa's mind, already in quite a few places other than work, thanks to Jason, was now even further away from work, thanks to Jason's girlfriend. Melissa wondered to herself why he never mentioned Jenny to her. Were they unhappy? Or was he merely caught up in the moment? Melissa understood that maybe that sort of thing could happen, she did somewhat force himself on him, and though he was definitely anything but unwilling, perhaps that was desire taking the place of reason. After working it out in her mind, Melissa determined the best thing to do, for all of them, would be to just not mention it any more unless someone else did. She didn't want to ruin what these two seemed to have going. Melissa managed to get through her day, and as it was not particularly productive and not likely to get any better, she went home a bit early. She felt that what she really needed was some time to clear her head. After some time, her little encounter with Jason would have faded from both of their memories, and it wouldn't be so troubling. As if on cue, Melissa's phone rang. It was Ron Jackson, an old friend of hers. There was a time when she and Ron had been much more than friends, when she first started working at Pacific Chemical, they dated for several months. Ron was tall, handsome, black, well-mannered, well-educated, and to round it off, had an ego the size of a small city. Thus, their affair was hot, passionate, and steamy; but like any fire that burned fast, it burned out fast. Soon they degenerated into arguing, and after a bit of an icy period, decided they'd be better off as friends. Or rather, make that friends with benefits. Every so often, whenever their paths would cross, they would relive their little fling, this time knowing full well what each of them was after. The call from Ron, in Melissa's mind, could not have come at a better time. He wanted to see her, of course, and as soon as possible. This suited Melissa just fine, she was already picking out just which slinky black dress she would wear on the dinner date that Ron was just about to invite her on. In the end, Melissa wore a little black number that turned more than a few heads, having nothing but two thin little straps holding up a thin little piece of fabric wrapped tightly around her, all that there was separating Melissa's luscious curves from the outside world. Well, that, and some very lacy panties she picked out especially for this occasion-- after their last fling, their third plunge back into each other's arms, Melissa knew that this was a regular thing. Ron wore a stunning dark suit, it blended nicely with his mocha skin and was cut to show off his athletic build. He was a perfect gentleman, he always was, that was one of the things Melissa appreciated most about him. Still, polite and refined as he was, he wasted no time in getting down to business, and they both knew what the business was. Thus, he was justifiably pleased at Melissa's choice of attire. At dinner, Melissa drank a bit more than she usually did, not enough to get drunk or anywhere near it, but rather, just enough to dull out the many megalomaniacal ramblings that an extended conversation with Ron always brought. After dinner, they returned to Melissa's house. Ron sat comfortably on the couch, eyeing her as she put on some soft music, studying her curves while she walked back from the stereo, and trying not to notice her ample cleavage when she sat down next to him. He put his arm around her, leaning in close with a glint in his eye. Melissa knew what that meant. She smiled at him, kicking off her shoes and opening her legs ever so slightly. Ron had long since removed his jacket, and as he unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, he complimented her on her choice of music. The perfect gentleman. Melissa smiled, leaning in and kissing the man who she could not live neither with nor without, and appreciating that this arrangement was the only one that worked. They helped each other out of their clothes, their playful banter and small talk continuing all throughout. It always worked like that, it was a strange little ritual with them. Soon, Melissa was down to her lacy black panties, the special ones. Ron nodded his approval, softly touching Melissa's stomach, and brushing the back of his hand across her panties. Melissa shuddered slightly, drawing closer. Ron wore silk boxers, he informed her that he picked them out especially for the occasion. Melissa responded that she had done the same with her choice of undergarments. Of course, Ron already knew this. Ron already knew almost everything that one would tell him. Of course, that meant that Melissa had no need to tell him what she liked. Because, of course, he already knew. Ron leaned back on the couch, while Melissa stretched forward, kissing him deeply. She pressed her large, round breasts against him, letting their soft flesh gently rub against his own. Ron's hands slid up Melissa's bare, silky smooth back, applying a slight amount of pressure to push the luscious globes even harder against him. He always loved the feel of Melissa's huge breasts against him. The only thing he loved more was to lick and suck them, they were sweet, soft, and wonderful. She knew this too, and she pushed herself further upward, dangling the globes tantalizingly in his face. Ron extended his tongue and lapped away at a nipple, watching it swell and grow hard. He did the same to the other, and then cupped the two breasts in his hands, alternating his loving attention from one nipple to the other. Occasionally a soft sigh escaped Melissa as she kept herself propped up over him, enjoying the feel of his tongue on her body. Ron continued to hold a breast with one hand, sucking lightly and nibbling occasionally one of Melissa's erect nipples, the other hand sliding down Melissa's side, sending a shiver up her spine, and ending up between her legs, where he started to softly rub her from behind through her panties. He felt the wetness already there, and felt it slowly increase as he started to rub. Melissa moaned again, grinding lightly against his hand while he rubbed her moisture and sucked slightly on her breasts. First one breast, then the other, each stroke of his tongue, each tender nibble, and each gentle rub of his hand making Melissa even hotter with desire. Ron too felt the temperature rising, as Melissa lowered herself to better grind against his hand, and wrapped her shapely, smooth legs around his body. He grew hard as a rock when Melissa's wonderful body pressed almost fully against him, her rhythmic grinding from the motions of his hand below pleasuring him as well. His tongue moved with greater vigor around her breasts, not missing an inch of the gorgeous tan spheres. His hand sticky with her desire and feeling an aching in his loins below, Ron gently pushed Melissa away just long enough to slide off his boxers, freeing himself. He pointed skyward, thrusting upward majestically. Melissa removed her panties as well. Ron was on his back, she straddled him, teasing him with her moist opening. She leaned forward, supporting herself over him again, dangling those breasts he loved so much in his face once more. He started to suck them with new vigor, while he thrust upward, slowly pushing himself into her. Meanwhile, Melissa lowered herself, pushing him into her as well. Ron's hands moved to her hips, where he guided her downward, his tongue flicking across the rock-hard nipples that were before him. Melissa moaned softly as Ron's long, stiff manhood pushed all the way into her, and she gently began rocking back and forth, sending hot waves of pleasure resonating through both of their bodies. Soon her pace quickened, which sent her massive breasts bouncing about, a sight Ron could not get enough of. He lapped at them as they bounced in front of his face, his hips pumping upward into Melissa as her bouncing grew even more enthusiastic. He felt her rising up to the point that only the tip of his long shaft was inside of her tight, wet hole, and then plunging back down, filling herself up with him and gasping with pleasure. He moaned and groaned softly with each of these motions, closing his eyes almost involuntarily from the intensity. He opened them again almost immediately, though, not wanting to miss a second of Melissa's delicious breasts in his face. Melissa felt him sliding in and out of her, each motion filling her up and bringing her closer, and soon, she screamed as her body spasmed, delightful waves of orgasm rushing through her. Ron's hands slid up her back, pressing her shaking body against him, as he continued to pump in and out of her. She closed her eyes, feeling her hot juice squirting from her in her explosion, kissing him deeply as the white-hot waves rushed through her needful body. He slowed a bit to give Melissa a moment to recover, lest she be too sensitive, but after a few moments Melissa was back up, riding him even faster and harder than before. She rose up and then slammed him down into her, both of them moaning and grunting like animals, their desire rising to greater and greater heights. Melissa felt herself nearing the edge once more, and she knew from Ron's wild gasping and thrusting that he was going with her this time. She raised herself up before slamming herself down, over and over, filling herself up with him, until he threw his head back and moaned loudly. As his hot cream exploded into her, Melissa went over the edge a second time, both of them screaming out in unison as their orgasms went on and on. When it ended, they embraced, Melissa quickly kissing Ron before his ego could muster up a comment on his performance. Some things never change.