Something in Her Eyes

Melissa Parsons fascinated me. She had fascinated me the first time I encountered her and still did two years later. I mused on this as I watched Melissa deliver a workshop. She was talking about the accounting system that was her specialty as an IT consultant. The topic was dull as dishwater, but the woman herself held my attention firmly.Part of it was simply her. Melissa was easily one of the most beautiful women I knew. She sported a pretty, girlish face that looked like it belonged on a high school girl, not a high-powered IT consultant. Her figure was full and curvy, a shape that even her modest navy skirt suit couldn?t completely hide. All that beauty was complemented by a lively, effervescent personality.There was something more, though. Whenever I encountered Melissa, there was a sense of familiarity, even déjà vu. From the first time I saw the consultant, I could swear I knew her. However, I could not remember ever seeing Melissa before attending a presentation she gave at an earlier conference. Still, that feeling of familiarity stoked the flames of the torch I was carrying for her.My boredom with the subject at hand finally reached a peak and I raised my hand. I hoped that a question might move the session on to something more interesting and relevant. It might also get the instructor?s attention on me. Melissa flashed me a warm smile.?Yes, Peter,? the consultant called out.I was a bit startled. In spite of our past meetings, I didn?t realize that Melissa actually knew me well enough to recognize me. Not sure if that was a good or bad thing, I stood at one of the microphones and rattled off my question. Seemingly pleased, the consultant grinned and launched into an answer. Her response triggered more questions from both me and others. That livened things up considerably. To my relief, the consultant seemed to relish, rather than resent, the slight derail.At lunch, I had just settled down with a plate of food from the conference buffet when Melissa appeared at my table. She had shed her suit?s jacket, leaving her wearing the skirt and a sleeveless white blouse. The fabric of the blouse was slightly sheer, revealing the faint outline of a white bra which supported her large bosom. I felt a little twinge of excitement at even that mild revelation of her figure.?Hello, Peter. Thanks for that question. I think it saved the session,? Melissa said after she was seated.?You?re welcome. It wasn?t really your fault things were flagging, though,? I responded, flashing her a smile, ?That material is just so sleep inducing. You could probably have done it pole-dancing naked and we would still have nodded off.?Melissa laughed.?That would be a sight for sore eyes,? she replied, ?So, Peter, we keep meeting at these things. I still know almost nothing about you besides what you do and who you work for. What?s up??And that led to a rather fun conversation. I found myself learning a lot more than I expected about Melissa Parsons. Most important, I noted that she was quite upfront about being romantically unattached. I responded by making sure she was aware of my similar status, which seemed to pique her interest further. I also had a bit of that strange vibe, that feeling that we had known each other for a long time.?Hey, I have to get to another session,? Melissa said after we had finished eating, ?But I?m really enjoying your company. How about we meet in the bar under the Hilton tonight? I have a working dinner from six until eight or so but could meet you there around nine.?How could I refuse that invitation??Yeah, that?s good. I?m staying in that hotel anyhow. See you there.??Looking forward to it,? Melissa answered. She flashed me a sly wink before taking off.I was a little nervous and distracted for the rest of the day, to put it mildly. The invitation for drinks was the first indication I had ever received that my interest in Melissa was reciprocated.I knew people, some of them married, who hooked up at events like this all the time. However, I had only had one such fling myself and that happened after a wild post-conference party when we were both quite drunk. Still, I had no reason to be sure Melissa was after such a hookup. Maybe she bayan escort beylikdüzü really did just want to get to know me better.After dining with a couple guys from the company that supported my employer?s system, I headed back to my room, pleading another engagement. I wasn?t about to tell them the nature of that engagement, but a couple sly winks suggested they had made correct assumptions about it. I winked back and chuckled as I walked away.Back in my hotel room, I took a quick shower and changed into some nicer clothes: a short-sleeved sport shirt and a new pair of tan chinos. Underneath, I wore some sexy little briefs that fit snugly around my package. My cock wasn?t long, but it was fairly thick. Whether Melissa wanted, or got, to see what I had in those briefs was still an open question, of course. I figured it didn?t hurt to be ready.The bar was surprisingly quiet when I entered. I guess it wasn?t the kind of place that appealed to rowdy conference goers. It was a small, intimate place, more amenable to what I was doing than blowing off steam after a day of workshops and sessions. I took a booth near the bar and ordered a glass of neat Scotch whiskey, glad to find they had my favorite single malt.Then Melissa entered. Gone was the neat, professional suit of the morning. In place of her work attire, she wore a figure-hugging, sleeveless green dress with a very short skirt. If the suit had hinted at the figure beneath, this dress blatantly showed off her voluptuous curves. I tried to remain calm but it wasn?t easy.?Fuck, I want that,? I thought as I rose to greet Melissa. I repressed that thought and greeted her with a polite, ?Hello, nice to see you again.??You, too,? Melissa answered before giving me a rather tight hug.I felt her hands briefly grope my ass, a very unprofessional move that made me realize that this really might end the way I hoped. We settled into the booth and, at her request, I bought Melissa a glass of the same whiskey.?Man, you sure can glam it up, Melissa,? I said, deciding to let my feelings out a bit.She giggled and blushed.?Thank you. You look pretty nice, too. How was the rest of your day???There was a pretty good interactive session before dinner that brightened things up a bit, but mostly dull.?Melissa nodded and responded, ?Sounds familiar. I kept myself engaged by thinking about tonight.??Really? You?re that eager to see me?? I asked.?I?ve had thoughts about trying to spend time with you before,? Melissa explained, her voice soft and even a bit sultry, ?But this morning, when you spoke up the way you did, I finally decided to go for it.??You?re braver than me. I?ve noticed you before, too, but didn?t think my odds were good enough to even try.?She smiled and her hand touched mine.?You should always try, Peter. Sometimes it?s worth it.?Melissa?s eyes, deep pools of green, locked with mine. That strange sense of familiarity returned with a vengeance, as if I had gazed into those eyes before. I didn?t get to think about it long. Leaning across the table, Melissa lightly touched her lips to mine. That sent a shock like a jolt of electricity through me.?See?? she concluded, ?Worth it???Quite,? I answered, suddenly tense and flustered. I hadn?t really expected Melissa to be so aggressive.Under the table, Melissa?s leg brushed against mine. I became conscious that my cock was straining against the tiny briefs. If I had stood up just then, my boner would probably have been visible through my slacks.?You?re shaking,? she observed softly, her fingers stroking my hand.?It?s been a long time,? I said, ?And I?ve never had a woman come on this strong.??Do you like it???I do.?We kissed again.Melissa sat back and stared at me, ?Peter, you?re awakening very intense feelings in me. That?s why I?m so forward tonight. I don?t know why, but I think it?s partly that I find you strangely familiar. It?s like I know you from long ago or something.??I?ve felt that way about you, too. Felt it just now as I looked into your eyes. Maybe we were lovers in a past life.?She rolled her eyes.?Please don?t tell me you?re into weird New Age pseudo-Buddhism shit, Peter. I?ve had that relationship escort bayan beylikdüzü already.?I laughed and answered, ?Fear not. It was a joke. I?m hardly a true believer in much of anything. Haven?t even been in a church in probably a decade save for weddings and funerals.??I wonder if we?ll feel familiar when we get to my room,? she said with a sly smile.?Is that an invitation??Melissa leaned in close and hissed, ?My undies are wet. Let?s go.?I rose, then took Melissa?s hand to pull her up. We kissed again. Arms around each other, we headed out of the bar to the elevators.When the elevator doors closed, I pulled Melissa into my embrace and gave her a fierce, deep kiss which she eagerly returned. I groped under her dress and found that, as promised, the crotch of her satin thong was wet. I massaged her pussy through the soft fabric, making it even wetter. In return, Melissa massaged my cock firmly through my pants.The door to Melissa?s hotel room had barely closed before I had her pinned against the wall with her skirt up. I kissed her long and hard, pulling the crotch of her thong aside so I could pierce her with a finger. We paused for a moment and I stepped back, allowing Melissa to unzip my pants and pull my erect dick free.?Damn, this is a nice, thick cock,? she said, caressing it roughly while staring into my eyes. ?Fuck me with it. I need it now.?Melissa was a bit too big for me to lift and take standing up, so I pulled her over to the bed.?Bend over,? I commanded, moving behind her.Taking the cue, Melissa bent over to lean on the bed with her legs apart. I raised her skirt and pulled down her thong. It had been close to six months since I had been with a woman, so the sight of her aroused pussy was like food to a starving man. I ploughed my cock into her with a single, hard thrust. She was tight, but her high state of arousal meant that hardly mattered.?Oh fuck!? she gasped at the entry of my thick erection.I began fucking her slick pussy, holding her by the hips as I drove my cock in again and again. It was total, uncontrolled lust. All I knew or cared about was fucking that tight, wet tunnel as hard as I could. Melissa seemed equally out of control, moaning and cursing with each entrance, even pushing back against me to get it in deeper. Her juices ran out around my cock, wetting it and dripping to the carpet.?Oh my God!? she howled, her vagina pulsing around my cock.I didn?t last past that, crying out loudly as I blew my load inside her. It was a brief, intense orgasm that left me weak and shaken at the end. Stepping back from Melissa, I stared at her ass and dripping cunt. Then she straightened up and turned to face me.?That was hot,? she said between breaths.Still breathing hard, Melissa slumped against me. We stood there holding each other for several minutes. Then we kissed before undressing and crawling into bed.We snuggled under the comforter for a while. The brief but intense sex seemed to have drained off enough of our lust that we were now able to take things slower. My hands gently caressed Melissa?s soft body as we chatted between kisses. Eventually, I moved them to her breasts, big soft mounds capped with large, dark areolas and nipples.?Like my boobs?? Melissa asked, watching as I played with her nipples. They stiffened quickly at the touch.?Love them. You have a gorgeous body,? I responded, giving her right breast a kiss.Melissa ran a hand down my torso, then fondled my balls.?You, too. You?re in better shape than a lot of guys I?ve been with.??Thanks,? I answered, gasping a little as she gave my cock a squeeze, ?You seem to want more.??Once is never enough,? Melissa whispered.I kissed her mouth, then shifted down. Closing my mouth over the end of one of her tits, I sucked it while teasing the nipple with my tongue. She stroked my hair and cooed softly as I did that to first one boob, then the other.?Lie on your back, hon,? Melissa ordered, dislodging me from her bosom and throwing the comforter aside.I did as asked. Melissa straddled my face. Her pussy, still wet from our earlier encounter, glistened invitingly above me. Raising my head, I kissed Melissa?s lips and the hood kayaşehir escort over her clit several times before penetrating her with my tongue. Her taste was a luscious blend of my cream and her honey.Melissa rode my face for a few moments, clearly enjoying it as I licked her slit and clitoris repeatedly. Then she got down and took my cock between her lips. Gently but firmly, she began to suck it while lightly caressing the head and glans with her tongue. I had never been in a sixty-nine before but quickly got into the rhythm of mutual oral.When I was fully erect again, Melissa crawled down my body and turned around. On all fours over me, she slid down onto my cock. I sighed with delight at being inside that tight, wet pussy again.?Feel good?? she said as she began moving against me.?Very. You have such a nice pussy,? I replied.I pulled a breast to my mouth and began to lick and suck the nipple. Melissa moaned a little, especially as I sucked hard on the stiff bud.?Yes, baby. I love having my nipples sucked,? she moaned, moving quicker as she slid back and forth along my shaft.Getting upright, Melissa began moving up and down atop me. Her tits bounced with the vigour of her movements. Placing my hands on her thighs, I caressed them and her belly as she rode me. As I felt my climax starting to build, I began thrusting up to meet Melissa, our bodies colliding noisily with each thrust. Melissa rubbed her clit with a finger while using the other hand to massage and squeeze her tits. We locked eyes and I once again lost myself in those iridescent green pools, wondering where I had seen eyes like that before.?God, yes, now,? she shrieked, her body quivering.I grabbed her and drove myself in deep a few times until an explosion of delight blasted out from between my legs. We remained locked together, lost in our orgasms, for a few minutes. Then Melissa gave out and lay down on me. I held her and stroked her back as our bodies cooled off.With a loud yawn, my lover finally rolled off and we pulled the comforter back into place. Twice seemed to be enough for both of us, and sleep came on quickly.I awoke to the sound of the shower. Sitting up, I glanced at the clock and saw that it was before seven in the morning. Clearly, Melissa was either an early riser or, more likely, had a breakfast meeting or other morning event to attend.The water stopped. After a few minutes, Melissa emerged naked from the bathroom, still towelling off.?Good morning, hon,? she said, ?Sleep well???I did. You wore me out,? I responded with a smile.I sat up for a better view. My cock stiffened as I drank in the sight of her soft, curvaceous body. Melissa smiled at me, then began getting clothes out of drawers and closets.?Sorry, Peter, I have an early meeting,? she explained in a sad voice, ?else I?d happily jump in there.?I sighed and looked at the time again.?That?s fine,? I answered, ?I should get going, too.?By this point, Melissa had a bra and panties on and was pulling up her skirt.?Stay as long as you like,? she said, ?My room is your room.??Yeah, but I need to get some fresh clothes and check email and shit.?I got up from the bed and started gathering my own clothing to get dressed. I had just got my pants on when Melissa, now fully dressed, came over and gave me a long kiss.?Later, hon. Definitely want to see you again tonight,? she said.Another, shorter, kiss and Melissa was gone.I finished dressing, then went to my own room. After a quick shower, I put on fresh slacks and a golf shirt before sitting down and booting up the little laptop I carried for work. There was nothing of note in my work email, so I switched to personal. An email from my father announced more work on the family Facebook group. He and his brother had set up a closed group for posting family photos, family news, and that sort of thing.I had time, so I headed to Facebook to check things out. To my delight, they had added some old pictures of my mother that they must have pulled from albums and scanned. There was one of her at twenty-two, posing in a sundress. That had been the year she met Dad. I had come along a year later. The best was a close-up portrait shot from around the same time. Her eyes immediately caught my attention.?Maybe that?s why Melissa?s eyes seem familiar,? I gasped.I had somehow not clued in that Melissa?s beautiful green eyes resembled Mom?s. As I looked over the old pictures of my mother, I noted some other similarities, albeit vague ones. At least I now had an inkling of why my new...