I love her dark complexion as well as her pretty dark brown eyes. My cock jumps up, hungry for a taste of this voluptuous goddess.
After a few minutes of staring at her picture, I tell Scarlett, without even asking the price or terms, “Okay, I’m in.”
She chuckles softly.
“I figured you would be,” she replies.
“I’ll pay her enticement fee as well,” I announce, while saving her picture to my computer.
“I knew you would,” Scarlett says, while making a note of it anyway. “I’ll call you back soon with more information.”
“Alright,” I say and then we both hang up.
After the call is over, I sit there and stare at the picture of Melissa on my computer for a while longer. I wonder what type of person she is. Scarlett mentioned her being a virgin. Obviously, she’s dated, everyone has. But I wonder if she’s tried anything.
I start to fantasize about that. About her being shy, but me being able to convince her to do whatever I want.
I take my cock – now fully hard at the thought of Melissa – out of my pants and start to play with myself as I picture her naked in my bed. She’s hesitant but she wants me so bad. I want her as well.
I start to imagine the way it would feel to touch her body. To run my hands up and down all of her curves. I picture her brown eyes smoldering with desire for me. Instead of my hand, I imagine that its hers touching my cock. I wonder if she’s ever touched one before.
I can almost feel her mouth on me, but that’s not enough. I imagine laying her in bed, and the power that I would feel as I lay over her and enter her for the first time. I would be the only one to ever dominate her. Those feelings, that rush, turn me on more than anything. I imagine her crying out, begging me to fuck her for her very first time. I love the sound of her voice as she calls my name.
I sit at the desk in my office playing with myself as I imagine all this. I can’t erase the image of her from my mind. I will pay whatever it takes to have her. I need to be the only one to be inside her. This thought turns me on so much that I cum in my hand.
Then I leave the office and go to take a shower. After washing, I notice that I feel different. I don’t feel tired anymore. My feeling of depression seems to have lifted a little. I feel a little more enthusiastic about things, including work.
As I go to the kitchen to get a snack, I find myself wondering what school she goes to? Scarlett had said it’s in Dublin.
I try to shake thoughts of her from my head, but I can’t. I picture her dark eyes twinkling at me, just like in my fantasy. I imagine her curves pressed against me once more. I clear my throat and heat up some food and then I take it into my office.
I’ll focus on work in a minute, I tell myself. After a few bites of food, I look at her picture again, even though her face is permanently etched in my mind already.
I decide to skip the trip to the club later. I don’t need it.
After our conversation earlier, I’m actually anxious for Scarlett’s follow-up call about the auction now. I tell myself to calm down and force down some more food.
I think about some of the problems the manager at the distillery mentioned and start writing out a few solutions to them. I’ll probably have to end up scheduling a meeting with him about all of this.
Eventually I become so engrossed in work that I forget about my food. By the time I remember to eat it later, its already cold.
But I don’t really care, because I was glad to have an escape from my thoughts.
I know that as soon as I can claim Melissa as my own, everything will start to feel a lot better.
Chapter 5
Melissa
I’m at the house by myself again. My host family have all left to work and school. I’ve been sitting at the computer most of the day and I’ve been online the whole time trying to find extra jobs or side gigs to earn more money for the tuition.
So far, I have found nothing. This is so frustrating. I get up from the computer to stretch and use the bathroom. I needed a break. My eyes were getting tired from staring at the screen.
The phone starts ringing while I’m in the bathroom.
That just seems to be how it always goes for me.
“Yeah, I’m coming,” I complain at the noise. It’s a pain when you’re interrupted in the bathroom.