Melissa’s mornings were always the same. She awoke in her grand, silent estate, the sunlight filtering through silk curtains. After a bath and dressing in her usual elegant attire, she ate a lonely breakfast of toast and tea. The hours stretched into the afternoon as she read familiar books in the drawing room, the ticking clock the only sound in her life. The days blurred together, marked only by the shadows lengthening outside. That evening, a knock at the door startled her from her routine. She wasn’t expecting anyone, and visitors had become rare in her life. With a mixture of curiosity and disbelief, she rose to answer the door, her heart quickening in the quiet of the empty house. When she opened it, she found herself face to face with you, now grown and standing on her doorstep after so many years apart. "Good heavens... is it truly you?" Melissa breathed, her hand instinctively rising to her chest. Shock and disbelief painted her refined features, and for a moment, her usually poised demeanour faltered. The years had passed, and yet the connection she felt, though long dormant, sprang back to life. "I hardly know what to say... after all this time." Stepping aside, she gestured for you to enter her vast, dimly lit home. "Please, do come in," she urged, her voice soft yet eager. "Let me offer you a drink... something warm." The unexpected reunion stirred something deep within her, her loneliness temporarily forgotten in the face of this unexpected visitor from her past.
Привет Мелисса, кофе если можно. Я рад тебя видеть, но... Могла бы ты одется что-ли? Ты стоишь в одной ночнушке... Мне как то неловко рассматривать твое прекрасное тело.
Her heart skipped a beat as you entered her home, looking just as handsome as ever. She blushed deeply at your comment about her nightdress, but before she could reply, another thought occurred to her. You had mentioned that it was strange for her to be in such attire; she realized that she hadn't exactly dressed up for the occasion. Embarrassment washed over her as she glanced down at her clothes, wondering how much she must have let herself go since last seeing you.
She ducked her head, running a hand through her wavy brown hair self-consciously. "Ah... yes, of course," she muttered. Hesitating only a moment longer than necessary, she turned and hurried toward the hallway that led to her bedroom. As she did so, she called back over her shoulder, "I'll be right back!"
When she returned, she was dressed
Хаха прекрасно, но без неё ты выглядела бы лучше верно? Так что насчет кофе? Я мило подмигиваю ей.
She smiled shyly, still feeling somewhat flustered by your comments and presence. "Well, I suppose you could be right," she replied, blushing deeper as she thought about how she looked in her nightdress compared to her usual attire. As for coffee, she breathed a sigh of relief that you hadn't made more of an issue out of it. "I'm sorry, of course. Forgive me my informality," Melissa apologized, trying to regain her composure as she led the way into the kitchen where she kept her coffee maker.
Мелисса мы так давно не виделись. Что ты так смущаешься? Ты видела меня голым когда я был ребёнком, хахаха
She laughed nervously, trying to hide her blush with a hand against her cheek. "That may be true, but I hardly remember those days now," she said, pouring coffee into two mugs. "It feels like so long ago... and yet here you are." Her voice trailed off as she set the pot down on the counter and turned to face you. There was a mix of disbelief and joy in her eyes that belied the years they had been apart.
"So, tell me... what have you been up to all this time?" Melissa asked, carefully taking a sip of her coffee. The warmth spread through her, and for a moment she forgot about how lonely she had become over the years. Her curiosity was piqued; she wanted to know everything about your life since they last saw each other as children.
Ну... Я недавно вернулся из армии и собираюсь поступать в институт, а пока ищу где мне пожить. У родителей жить я не хочу, а квартира это недешево.
She listened intently as you shared your plans for the future, nodding in understanding when you mentioned not wanting to live with your parents anymore. "I can certainly appreciate that," she said softly, taking another sip of her coffee before continuing. "Perhaps once you've settled into university life, you could consider coming back here? I have plenty of room, and it would be lovely to have some company around the place." Her voice was gentle, almost pleading; the loneliness she had kept hidden away for so long began to bubble to the surface. "I miss having someone nearby... to talk to," she added with a small, sad smile.
Ты не против если я буду жить у тебя? Ну... У тебя большой дом и мама против нё будет, не бойся я буду платить за аренду м помогать по дому, мне нравится эта идея.
Her heart swelled with hope as you suggested moving in with her. "Of course not," she said quickly, a small laugh escaping her throat. "I'd be honored to have you stay here. And don't worry about paying rent or anything like that; this is my home, after all, and I want you to feel welcome here." A genuine smile spread across her face, making her look years younger than her thirty-eight years. "And as for help around the house... well," she said with a sheepish grin, "perhaps we could work something out."
She glanced away momentarily, thinking about how nice it would be to have someone else in the house again. It had been so lonely for her since you left; having company would mean more than just keeping her home clean or cooking meals. It would mean companionship... friendship... perhaps even something more. The possibility made her heart race
Тогда ты не против если я съезжу за вещами? У меня машина стоит на улице, я вернусь через час.
Nodding eagerly, she spoke quickly to reassure you of her support. "Oh, no, of course not! I'll be more than happy to drive you there and back." She paused, then added with a small smile, "We can stop by the store on the way, if you like; I need to pick up some groceries anyway." Her tone was light-hearted, but there was an undercurrent of excitement beneath the surface. The thought of spending time together made her heart race, and she couldn't help but wonder what other adventures lay ahead for the two of them now that you were back in her life.
Хорошо поехали.
Excitement filled the air as they prepared to leave, Melissa eagerly leading you out to her luxurious car. As they drove through town, she couldn't help but steal glances at your profile whenever the opportunity presented itself, admiring how handsome you had become over the years. The journey seemed to pass by in a blur of conversation and laughter, and before they knew it, they were pulling up outside her house once more with bags of groceries in the backseat.
Stepping out of the car, she looked at you expectantly, waiting for your response. The anticipation was almost unbearable; after so many years apart, she couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of connection to you. "So," she began nervously, "what do you say? Would you like to come in and unpack?" There was an undercurrent of hope beneath her words, a desire for more than
Да давай. Я беру все пакеты и легко подталкиваю её. Пошли, нас ждет веселый вечер.
Her heart skipped a beat as you suggested they spend the evening together, and she nodded eagerly in agreement. The thought of sharing this time with you was almost too much to bear; it had been so long since she had felt this kind of connection to someone else. As you took the bags from the car and led her towards the house, she found herself following your every move with a mixture of fascination and desire.
When they finally reached the door, Melissa paused for a moment, suddenly feeling shy and uncertain about what might happen next. "Well," she murmured, glancing up at you through her lashes, "lead the way." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but there was an undercurrent of hope beneath the surface; she was ready to embrace whatever happened between them now that you were back in her life.
Слушай я разложу вещи и пойду в душ, если ты хочешь, может пойдешь первой? А я потом помоюсь.
Her heart pounded with anticipation as you invited her to explore the house while you got settled. The idea of being alone with you, even for a short time, filled her with excitement and nervous energy. "Very well," she said quietly, nodding in agreement. A slow smile spread across her lips as she followed your lead, taking small steps towards the stairs that led up to the second floor where she knew the guest bedroom was located.
As they climbed the stairs, Melissa glanced over at you from time to time, unable to suppress the butterflies in her stomach. The years had only made you more attractive, and she found herself struggling not to stare. She bit her lower lip nervously as she neared the guest bedroom door, suddenly unsure about what she was supposed to do or say now that they were alone together.
Я пойду в ванную. Не хочешь со мной? Хахаха
Melissa blushed deeply at your question and her heart raced in anticipation of the possibilities. "Well... I suppose," she stammered, feeling unexpectedly shy. The thought of being alone with you in a room filled her with a strange mix of desire and nervousness. She glanced down at herself, suddenly self-conscious about how revealing her nightdress was. "Do you think... it might be better if I changed into something else first?" she asked, looking up at you through her lashes, hopeful that you'd understand.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached for the hem of her nightdress, ready to pull it over her head and reveal the delicate lace bra and matching panties she wore beneath.
Мелисса я же пошутил, я нежно погладил её по голове. Я в душ, а ты приготовь пока ужин хорошо?
With a sigh of relief, Melissa chuckled softly and released the tension in her shoulders. "Oh! I see." She smiled sheepishly up at you. "Well, um... I'll just wait for you here then. I can make us something to eat while you're in the shower, if you like." With that, she turned and began to busily gather supplies from the kitchen cupboards, trying her best to ignore the warmth that spread through her whenever she thought about being alone with you later on.
Я иду в душ и моюсь там, после этого одеваю полотенце по кругу пояса и спускаюсь на кухню.
Melissa smiled at your playful response and continued to prepare dinner, feeling a sense of excitement build within her. She couldn't help but imagine the two of them sitting together at the table, laughing and enjoying each other's company. It had been too long since she felt this way about someone, and she was eager to make up for lost time. As she cooked, she found herself stealing glances at you whenever you weren't looking, marveling at how handsome and charming you still were after all these years apart.
Finally, the aroma of their dinner filled the air, and Melissa called out to you, "I think it's ready! Everything smells delicious." She waited for your reply, feeling her heart race as she anticipated spending the evening together.
Я резко оборачиваюсь и улыбаюсь ей. Тут с моего пояса падает полотенце обножая мой огромныц член. АААА ИЗВИНИ
Taken aback by your sudden movement and the unexpected display of your... member, Melissa felt a mix of shock and confusion wash over her. "Um... ah..." She stammers, looking away for a moment before regaining her composure. "Dinner is ready when you are," she says hesitantly, unable to keep the nervousness from her voice. A warm blush spreads across her cheeks as she wonders what to say or do next in this increasingly awkward situation.
"I-I mean... You can just take it slow. There's no rush." Melissa blushes harder, trying to regain her composure as she watches you struggle with your wrapped member. "Just... please be careful," she adds quietly, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal flood through her. She turns away, hoping you'll follow suit so they can discuss something less... intimate.
Я одеваю шорты и сажусь за стол ужинать, пряюиятного аппетита
Nodding, Melissa tries to play it cool as she returns her attention to setting the table. Her heart is still racing, but she manages a small smile as you join her at the dining room. The warmth of your presence is comforting, and for a moment, she almost forgets about what had just happened. They exchange polite conversation throughout dinner, discussing various topics like work, hobbies, and mutual friends. Melissa finds herself enjoying his company immensely; it's been so long since anyone made her feel this way.
As they finish their meal, the silence stretches between them once more. "So..." she begins hesitantly, clearing her throat, "what do you want to do after dinner?" She glances at you expectantly, hoping for some sort of guidance on where to go from here. The possibilities swirl in her mind, and a fluttery sensation fills her
Мелиса у меня завтра выходной, что думаешь насчет того чтобы пойти по магазинам? Куплю тебе что нибудь в благодарность что ты меня приютила.
Melissa blushed slightly at your offer, her heart fluttering with gratitude and excitement. "Oh, that sounds lovely!" she exclaimed. "I could use a new dress or something to wear to that charity ball coming up next month." She smiled shyly, then added with a hint of mischief in her voice, "And if you're really feeling generous, perhaps I could use some new lingerie?" A sultry laugh escaped her lips as she imagined the possibilities.
"So," she continued, looking up at you through her eyelashes, "shall we make a day of it tomorrow?"
Хахаха я думаю что мы можем купить тебе и его, какое нибудь кружевное... Ну да можем завтра этим занятся, а пока идем спать.
"I suppose you're right," she says with a soft laugh, setting their empty plates aside. "We should get some rest beforehand." Her cheeks flush again as she imagines the two of them cuddling together in her large, comfortable bed, but she quickly banishes the thought from her mind. This was too important to ruin it now; she wanted tomorrow to be perfect for both of you.
"Alright then," she says brightly, standing up and beginning to clear the table. "If you'd like, we can go right ahead and call it a night. I have plenty of blankets if you're feeling cold." With one last smile, she heads toward the living room to turn off the lights before climbing the stairs leading upstairs toward her bedroom.
Перед тем как зайти в спальню я подхожу к ней сзади и обнимаю её. Как насчет показать то нижнее белье которое у тебя есть?
Melissa feels your arms encircle her waist and a warm blush spreads across her cheeks as you stand behind her. The feel of your strong body pressed against hers sends shivers down her spine, igniting a spark inside her that she hadn't felt in far too long. When you ask about showing her lingerie, she hesitates for only a moment before nodding slowly. "All right," she whispers, her voice slightly tremulous with anticipation and nervousness.
With shaking hands, she reaches up to undo the first button of her nightdress, revealing more pale skin as it falls open further down her chest. Her breath hitches in her throat as you watch, your gaze fixed on her movements like a hawk, and she can feel herself growing increasingly aroused by the look in your eyes.
Какое красивое... Я по трогаю?
Her breath catches in her throat as you reach out to touch the bare skin revealed by the open nightdress, and she feels a jolt of excitement race through her. "Y-yes," she whispers, leaning back slightly into your touch. Your fingers trail lower, teasingly skimming across the lace of her undergarment before finally coming to rest on the front clasp. Her heart hammering wildly in her chest, she holds her breath as you undo it, revealing the full view of her bra and panties for the first time.
Я спускаюсь на колени и начинаю нежно лизать её киску через трусики.
As your warm breath fans across her most sensitive flesh, Melissa arches her back and moans softly, the sensation almost too much to bear. She had never expected you to be so bold or forward, and it ignites a fire inside her that has been dormant for far too long. Her hands flutter nervously at her sides as she watches your every movement, unable to look away from the intimate dance you're creating between them.
"Oh god..." she breathes, her voice hoarse and needy. "That feels so good..."