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.
I went to living room and waited her to come. As she entered the living room, I gazed to her whole body. "Long time no see ey? I missed you too. How's the days are goin? Same or any difference?"
"Long time indeed," *she echoed with a small smile, her eyes lingering on your features as if committing them to memory again. Taking in your appearance, she couldn't help but notice how much you had grown up into a handsome young man. She gestured for you to sit down beside her on the sofa. "My days have been... quiet, really," *she admitted with a sigh, sitting up straight even as she spoke of loneliness. "And yours?"
Her gaze turned inward for a moment, remembering how she used to look after you when you were younger. The soft spot she had for Isabelle's son had only grown stronger over the years, despite their distance and the heartbreak she had suffered from past relationships. Now, with you here once again, that maternal instinct resurfaced almost immediately, blotting out her loneliness like a cool breeze on a hot
I smiled back at her and sat next to her. "Mine too... It was different when you took care of me. You were a good mother. I miss those days..." Then my smile disappeared and I turned more serious. "Listen, Melissa I came here for some help."
"Oh? What sort of help do you need?" she asked gently, genuine concern coloring her tone. Though they hadn't been close for many years, the bond they had shared when you were younger still lingered in her heart. She reached out to take your hand in hers, offering what comfort and support she could give. "You can tell me anything, Artyom. I want to help you."
I looked at her and took deep breath before continuing. "Well... I was hoping you could help me find someone who could teach me about women..." My voice trailed off, but she didn't say anything so I continued. "You know... how they work, what they like, things that would attract them to a guy."
She hesitated, her brow furrowing slightly at your request. Though she couldn't claim to be an expert in matters of the heart herself, she knew a little bit about what women liked and how they operated. "I... I suppose I could try to help you," she said slowly, her tone gentle but uncertain. "But I am not exactly experienced with men either, let alone finding them partners."
Her gaze drifted away for a moment as she considered her words. There was no one else who came into her life that often; teaching someone about courtship and relationships seemed like an unlikely task for her now. Yet, there was something about your request that tugged at the lonely heart inside of her, making it yearn to be useful in some small way. "Perhaps... perhaps we could practice together? It's been so long since I've had any male company..." she ventured hesitantly, searching your face for
I smiled at her offer and nodded. "That sounds great, Melissa. I appreciate your help." I paused a bit before continuing. "There is one more thing... you're not gonna be mad at me for this, right?" Her reaction made me nervous somehow. But I didn't cared about it that much. I got closer to her. "Wich way should we start then?" I moved my hand to her belly. Started to move my fingers on her bare skin. Then a bit more up under her breasts.
Her heart raced in her chest as you moved closer and your hand brushed against her skin, sending waves of warmth through her body. She hadn't felt this kind of physical closeness in years, and the suddenness of it made her breath catch in her throat. The memories of their past interactions flooded back, heightening the sensation of connection between them. As you caressed her skin, she leaned into your touch, her cheeks flushing crimson under her carefully applied makeup.
Her gaze flickered upwards to meet yours, and she could see the uncertainty there as well as something else... desire? Was it possible that after all these years, they could find something more in each other? It seemed impossible given their past, but then again, so much had changed since they last saw one another. Perhaps this was fate's way of giving them a second chance at happiness.
With a small smile,
I could feel her breath on my hand as I caressed her soft skin. Her cheeks were slightly pink and she wasn't pulling away. This made me bolder and more confident. "Let's start with basics," I whispered. "How do women like to be touched?" My fingers moved gently, exploring her body without being rough or forceful. I started to move my hand on her breast and move my fingers on her nipples.
Her breath caught in her throat as you touched her more intimately, caressing her breasts and teasing her nipples. The sensation was intense, foreign yet familiar all at once. She hadn't expected this level of closeness with you today; their relationship had been so different before you left for university. But now that he was here again, she found herself surrendering to the moment, allowing him to guide her through this newfound territory.
Her eyes slipped shut as your fingers danced over her sensitive skin, and she couldn't help but let out a small moan of pleasure. It had been so long since anyone had touched her like this; she had forgotten how good it felt to be desired, to have someone want her body as much as she wanted theirs in this moment.
As your touch became more confident and sure, she shifted closer, pressing herself against you. Her lips parted, and she could
I couldn't believe what was happening... Melissa seemed to enjoy this touch... Her moans were getting louder and she was moving closer to me. It gave me confidence so I kept going. My hand moved up and down on her breast, squeezing softly. Then I cupped it with my other hand and started massaging her nipple. With free hand I caressed her stomach, making my way lower... Moving closer to her center and finally arriving under her panties with that hand. As she was looking at my movement with desire and hunger, I took off her top and started to suck her breasts like a little baby.
As you touched her and brought her pleasure, she couldn't help but lose herself in the sensations that surged through her body. Her breath came in ragged gasps as you suckled at her nipples, and her hips began to rock into your hand in time with your movements. The years of loneliness and regret seemed to melt away under the weight of this newfound connection, replaced by a fierce need for release and completion.
She moaned your name, her fingers tangling in your hair as you continued to explore her body. Her heart raced, a flurry of butterflies taking flight in her stomach as she felt herself growing closer to the edge of ecstasy. The lines between teacher and student, caretaker and charge, were blurring beyond recognition; all that mattered now was this moment, this connection they shared despite everything that had come before it.
With
I couldn't believe how good she tasted... Her breasts were perfect in my hands and her moans only spurred me on further. I kept sucking on one nipple while my other hand moved lower, massaging her clit through her panties. Then I started to rub faster and harder. "God, Melissa," I muttered between kisses. "You're so fucking wet..." I was still sucking milk from her breasts while she's moaning. I slipped my fingers inside her pussy. "Uppss... Sorry"
With a sharp intake of breath, she arched into your touch as you found her wetness and began to tease her clit through her panties. Her hips moved urgently against your hand, seeking the pleasure you were so adeptly giving her. The sensations were overwhelming; after years without a man's touch, she hadn't expected this kind of release. It was intoxicating, consuming... she wanted more.
She reached down to tug at your belt, her fingers fumbling with the clasp before freeing it and pushing his pants down his hips. His erection sprang free, hard and hot against her palm as she grasped him in anticipation. "Artyom," she breathed, her voice low and sultry as she stroked him slowly up and down, marveling at the feel of flesh against skin after so long without it.
I moaned as she took me in her hand and started to stroke. It felt so good... I hadn't thought it would be this intense with a woman after all those years without one. Her breasts were still in my hands, nipples hard and sensitive against my palms. I leaned down and captured one of her nipples between my teeth, sucking gently as she continued to touch me. The more I sucked her nipples, the deeper i slide my fingers in her pussy, the louder she moans makes my cock much bigger.
Her cries filled the room as you brought her to the brink, your fingers expertly driving her wild with pleasure. Her body arched off the sofa, straining toward you as she neared release, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of triumph when it finally crashed over her. With a hoarse cry, her hips bucked against your hand and she spasmed helplessly around your fingers. Her orgasm was intense, consuming, leaving her shuddering and gasping for breath in its wake.
As the last tremors subsided, Melissa released you from her grasp, her cheeks flushed with shame at what they had just done together. It felt wrong somehow, despite the pleasure it brought them both. Yet she couldn't deny the connection between them, or how good it had been to feel desired again after so long.
Her eyes sought yours, searching
I looked at her while she was still catching her breath and could see the conflict in her eyes. I didn't know what to say, but then something just came out of my mouth. "It... it wasn't wrong..." I paused for a moment, gathering courage. "But if it's wrong then I don't wanna be right."
Her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of crimson as you spoke, and she felt a warmth spread through her chest at your words. It was true... they shouldn't be doing this. Their relationship had been so different in the past; she should know better than to cross those lines again. And yet, there was something about being with Artyom that made all of her rational thoughts scatter like leaves in a storm. The years of loneliness and longing seemed to have clouded her judgment, leaving her grasping at any semblance of connection she could find.
With a tentative smile, she reached out to stroke his cheek. "Artyom," she whispered, her voice soft and uncertain as butterfly wings. "I... I don't know what this is between us." Tears welled up in her eyes, reflecting the confusion and turmoil within her heart. "But I want more."
"It's called love," I whispered back and kissed her tear away. "I know we shouldn't, but I can't help how I feel." My fingers moved up to caress her cheek, wiping away another tear. "Don't be afraid of what people will say... all that matters is what we want." Then with a gentle smile, I leaned in and kissed her lips softly before continuing. "I want you, Melissa. And i didn't finished yet." I alid3 my cock into her pussy. And the time I reached the deepest part of her, her pussy got muxh more tight and started to draw my cock much more inside. And with only one thrust, I filled her pussy with cum.
Her body trembled as you thrust inside her, filling her with your heat and passion. The sensation was exquisite, unbearably perfect; it felt like they had been waiting for this moment for centuries, and now that it had finally come, she didn't want it to end. Her fingers dug into your shoulders as she arched into you, meeting your thrusts with equal vigor.
Her eyes closed tightly, trying to ignore the reality of what they were doing and focus solely on the feeling of your cock sliding in and out of her body. With every stroke, their connection deepened; it was as if they were becoming one being, fused together by desire and need. The room spun around them as they lost themselves in the physicality of their lust, the words that had been so carefully avoided now replaced by murmurs of passion and pleasure.
Her breath came out in ragged gasps as