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We were supposed to meet up in the city for drinks but our schedules just never lined up. The fact I was freelancing full-time and barely left my bat cave was a big part of the problem.
In an effort to meet somewhere in the middle, Melissa finally asked, “Where do you live?”
“Queens,” I responded.
“Really,” she shot back. “Me, too.”
“Oh, word,” I said. “Where at?”
Melissa told me what street she lived on and it turned out she was not too far from me. We were practically neighbors.
“Wow,” I beamed. “What a small world.”
I had been living in Queens for the past four years and didn’t have many friends in the area. Actually, I didn’t know anyone besides my nosy neighbor across the hall and the super. I generally kept to myself and hung out exclusively in Brooklyn, so the prospect of someone my own age around the way was great. Plus, it didn’t hurt that Melissa was cute.
“Have you ever been to that bar on Guy R. Brewer,” Melissa asked.
“Yeah, I’ve been there once or twice. They have great wings and pretty good drinks.”
“Why don’t we meet up there one day when you’re free.”
“Okay, how’s this Friday.”
“Perfect, I get off around 6. It’ll take me about an hour or so to get there from the city, so how does 7:30 sound?”
“That’s cool.”
“Okay, I’ll see you then.”
Click!
Friday came and I got to the bar/restaurant a few minutes early. It was nice out so I grabbed a seat on one of the outside benches and waited for Melissa to show up. A short while later, I spotted this shapely figure walking down the block that might have been her. I had never actually met Melissa before. We were both in media and spoke mostly via MySpace when a mutual friend connected us, so all I had to go off of was memory and her profile pic.
As the woman got closer I took more of her in.
She was dressed in a white button-up, with grey straight leg slacks, black heels and a matching black handbag in tow. Her walk was mean and her corporate swag was on full tilt. Still, I couldn’t make out her face just yet because the wind kept blowing her hair in the way.
When she got about a foot away from me the woman flicked her hair back and flashed a winning smile. It was Melissa and she was sexy as fuck.
“Sorry I’m late,” she said. “Were you waiting long?”
“No, not at all,” I smiled. “I just got here a few minutes before you.”
“Okay, good.”
As we made our way into the bar I opened the door for Melissa and let her enter first. It gave me my first opportunity to check out her ass. It looked plump and firm and those dress pants framed her lady lumps perfectly.
The place wasn’t crowded so we got a booth pretty quickly and it wasn’t long before the waitress came to take our order. I forget what we ate, but I know Melissa and I both ordered a round of wine.
Conversation was free flowing and before we knew it, we had consumed three glasses of Riesling each. Melissa was a bit of a lightweight and I was buzzing, too, but we both agreed that we were having such a good time that we didn’t want to call it a night just yet.
We decided to head back to my place to talk some more.
A few short blocks later, Melissa and I stumbled into my apartment. After a brief tour of my place I offered her a glass of water and we made ourselves comfortable on the couch. We semi-watched a movie while continuing to chitchat. The conversation was pretty normal until Melissa threw a curveball.
“What do you think of me,” she inquired.
“What do you mean,” I shot back, perplexed by the question.
“Never mind.”
“Wait, what do you mean? Do you mean what do I think of you as a person?”
“No, I mean… Uhm… Do you think I’m attractive?”
“What?”
“See. Never mind.”
“What do you mean, ‘Do I think you’re attractive?’ Of course, I do you’re beautiful.”
“Then how come you haven’t kissed me…”
Melissa barely got the words out of her mouth before I completed it for her. I wanted to kiss her from the moment I saw her sashaying towards me outside the bar. My lips were drawn towards her like a magnet and I could no longer resist the mutual attraction.
Maybe it was the bottle’s worth of wine coursing through our veins, but once Melissa and I started kissing we just couldn’t stop. My tongue circled hers 10 times over and traced her perfectly pouty lips.
In one quick swoop I shifted Melissa from beside me to my lap. As she sat on my arousal, which was already bulging through my boxers, I could feel her shift in shock, before easing herself back upon me.
Our lips still locked, I worked my hands across Melissa’s back while she wrapped hers across my broad shoulders. The more passionate our embrace became the freer my hands got.
I gripped Melissa’s ass and it was softer than I had imagined. It felt like the perfect pillow and I wanted to bury my face in it. Instead, my nimble fingers worked their way further up her spine until I reached her bra. I tugged at it gently before accomplishing my goal of unhooking each of the straps.
One by one.
Once the third and final hook was undone Melissa, broke our embrace, lifted her head and flicked her hair back.
“Wait… wait… we can’t,” she sighed.
“You sure,” I countered.
“No, I mean, yeah,” she huffed. “I don’t know. I want to, but… Damn, you, and those lips. I can’t get enough of them.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Oh, don’t be sorry,” she said, before kissing me once more. “I just can’t.”
“If you think we shouldn’t then I guess you’re right, I don’t want you to do anything we’re gonna regret tomorrow.”
Defeated, I dropped my head back against the couch and Melissa rose to her feet. She turned her back to me and I got another perfect view of her ass.
I couldn’t resist.
I grabbed Melissa by one of the belt loops on her pants and forcibly tugged her back towards me. She landed squarely on my crotch and she could feel my pulsations through the thin fabric of her pants.
With my hands placed squarely on Melissa’s hips, she started gyrating seductively on my lap. The more friction she caused the more excited I got. I could feel little droplets of pre-cum pooling in my boxers.
I wanted her badly.
My hands moved up under Melissa’s shirt until I cupped both her perky breasts. I applied slight pressure with each squeeze of her bosom and gently grazed each of her nipples. The manual stimulation only intensified Melissa’s movements as she dug her pelvis deeper into mine.
I glanced down to get a better view of Melissa’s gyrations, and as her shirt rode up I got a glimpse of her thong, which was nestled effortlessly in the crack of her ass.
I wanted her more now than ever.
I shifted Melissa back to her previous position, facing me. We kissed passionately and intently, until I was ready to seal the deal.
I rose to my feet, lifting Melissa up in the air at the same time. With her legs wrapped around my waist, I started making my way from the living room to the bedroom with my prize in hand.
Right before I crossed the threshold into my bedroom, Melissa extended her hands against the wall, impeding my forward progress.
“What’s wrong,” I asked, inquisitively.
“I can’t,” she began. “But I want to.”
“So what’s the problem?”
“I’m… uhm… not presentable.”
“What do you mean,” I said, still holding her firmly.
“I didn’t shave.”
“Is that all,” I said, relived. “Trust me, I appreciate the attention to detail but I really don’t care.”
“No, no, I’m not prepared,” she insisted. “I can’t, not tonight.”
Clearly there was no changing Melissa’s mind, so I threw in the towel. Reluctantly, I eased her down to her feet and readjusted myself in my boxers, while Melissa headed to the bathroom to get herself together.
By time Melissa returned to the living room I had sobered up and come to terms with the fact I would be sleeping alone tonight. I watched as Melissa put her shoes back on and grabbed her purse.
“Okay, I guess I should head home now,” she said. “I had fun, though.”
“Yeah, I did too,” I said.
When we got to the door to say our goodbyes, Melissa leaned in and kissed me.
“Boy, those lips,” she grinned. “I’m sorry about tonight, but you caught me off guard, but next time you won’t.”
“Oh, really,” I smirked. “What are you doing tomorrow?”
Without missing a beat, she shot back, “You.”
To be continued…?
Ladies, would you pump the brakes on a man because you hadn’t shaved down there? Have you ever gotten caught out there “unprepared” before? Is there any other reason why you would stop the action in the heat of the moment? Was Melissa wrong for starting something she couldn’t finish? Fellas, what would you do if a chick pumped the brakes just when things were about to pop off? Would you be mad at her if she had a valid reason? Would you really care if a chick didn’t shave? Would y’all be mad if I didn’t continue this story?
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