Discoveries of a Young Man Pt. 02

"Maybe, ah, god damn, maybe you could show me," I groaned in slight agony. My distress didn't seem to deter Mel however. She continued her assault. She then paused for a bit.

"Remove your shirt, it is getting in the way," she said to me and took half a step back. It wasn't forceful or demanding. But it was not a question either. It was... practical.

I of course obliged. I had nothing to be ashamed of. I knew I wasn't ripped, but would certainly classify as buff.

Then I felt Mel move close again. Her closeness felt good, even before she touched me. Soon her bare hand would touch my bare naked torso. It was unbelievable. First I felt her fingers. Tracing the muscles in my back. Her touch was soft. So soft, it felt like feathers were gliding across. I got goosebumps!

She then increased the pressure, starting massaging my back harder, alternating between using her fingers and her palm. It was still somewhat uncomfortable, but not as much as before. It started to feel... nicer. It was actually getting really nice. My muscles sang from getting kneaded and churned by her skillful hands. I couldn't help but give out small groans as she hit those good spots.

"You certainly work out. I can tell," Mel complimented. I felt myself blush. Getting a compliment from a grown woman just hit differently than from someone my own age.

"Yeah, I do some lifting," I groaned, trying to seem modest.

"Sooo, big boy. How much you benchin'?" she asked, and laughed.

"Oh, many pounds. Several!" I joked back.

Mel then moved her down my back, to my lower back, running her thumbs along my spine. It was such a euphoric feeling getting massaged like this, I had a lack of words, so I chose silence. I doubt I could say anything intelligent, either way.

As she started doing my lower back, things were starting to escalate slightly. When she used her thumbs to apply more pressure in my lower back, her long, firm fingers stretched half across my waist. While working with her thumbs, it seemed like her hands kept bumping into my waistband. I'm sure it was an accident. An accident that made me excited, however.

Suddenly it felt like the tip of her fingers ever so slightly went under the waistband even, which made my cock spring to full attention. I was so happy she was behind me. No spandex in the world could hide this bulge. The pressure my boxers gave me was unbelievable. My strained badly against the fabric. Maybe the spandex boxer was not the smart move after all.

Again, as Mel released the pressure she had applied in my lower back, her fingers brushed against my waistband. My cock throbbed hard, straining more against the spandex. And the next time around her fingers crawled a bit further still. Her whole nail had slipped under the band of my boxers. My cock throbbed even harder. It ached and flexed in anticipation.

Then her hands moved away from my lower back. I groaned. I wasn't disappointed, but I sure as hell liked the direction her hands had almost gone.

I glanced at the clock on the wall. It had been half an hour already. Damn, time had flown. While we had plenty of time still, we had to wrap up the last office. Or I had to.

Mel seemed to notice too because she took a small step away.

"Thanks, that was amazing. Jesus, I've never ever felt so good before!" I exclaimed, looking over at her. I reached for my shirt on the desk but she stopped me by grabbing my left forearm and guided it gently away. She moved to my left, standing above me, looking down at me. Luckily, my hard cock had gone back to a semi. The tent wasn't as obvious now

"You're not escaping that easy. We still have your arms. And they look to be a task on their own, I gotta say," Mel said in a low voice, looking up and down my arms. Was she checking me out? I swear she looked at my chest too.

Mel started to knead her way into my arms now. Starting at my fingers, she gave light pinches to each part of my finger, moving to my palm. I had never had my palm massaged, but it felt incredible. And I couldn't believe the grip strength Mel had. Firm and determined. Working up and down my arms. It was like nothing I had imagined. How much tension did I have in this body of mine? Everytime Mel applied pressure, I groaned and moaned. Whimpered even. Not loud, just small sounds escaping me involuntarily.

She then started to move across to the other arm, dragging her hand across my shoulder along the way. I shuddered a bit at that. It almost tickled and gave me goosebumps. Her bare hands felt so good against my naked skin. It was euphoria. My other arm got the same treatment. I could tell Mel was breathing heavier. She even worked up a small sweat.

"This is quite the workout. Might even get sore myself," she joked, but in a lower voice than usual, sultry almost. It was more sensual when she spoke like this. I looked over at Mel to see what she was doing. She stood close to me. Almost leaning over me as she pressed and kneaded expertly at my upper arms.

"It feels amazing," I said. I knew I had to get back to work.

"I'm glad I can help," she answered, finally releasing my arm. She rested her hand on my shoulder a bit before stepping away. I sighed happily. The massage was over, and it was the best massage I'd ever got. I was eternal thankful, but also in a somewhat daze. Almost drunk from the tension relief, and the teasing. If it was intentional or not, it was so good.

I grabbed my shirt and put it on, remaining seated for obvious reasons.

"We're running out of time, however. Finish the mopping and meet me out by your car. Phew, I need some water after that," she chuckled and I quickly got up to get to work.

As Mel was about to pass me, she added, "Nice boxers by the way."

*

"Maybe I should work out too, you made me sweat. I need to lift some weights," Mel chirped as we were on our way to her house.

I felt so much looser in all my muscles after that massage. Like the tension had been kneaded out of me. Luckily, the tension downstairs had gone away too, though by sheer patience. I truly was amazed by her crafty hands, but also how good it felt to be touched by her.

"Man was that something," I said. I was at a loss for words. "I don't even know what to say, even. You got me speechless."

"My my. Might have to treat you more often, if it gets you in such a complementary mood," Mel said, smirking over at me.

I chuckled.

"I wouldn't mind that. It was incredible. I could kill for it," I said. She gave it a small laugh and looked away.

We drove a bit in silence. But it wasn't an awkward silence, not anymore. It was just a pause. A break. Each of us was enveloped in thoughts of our new comfort zones. It was barely a week ago since I realized what a beautiful woman my colleague was. How good she looked, how good I felt. And it was not only a sexual charge. When she laughed at my stupid jokes, or when she was asking me about my day, interacting with what I said, I actually felt great satisfaction. Mel, my fine looking colleague in her 40s, cared enough about my day to ask.

Mel then looked back at me, then out the front window, like she had reached some sort of conclusion.

"Pull over," she suddenly said, sounding determined.

There was a small abandoned parking lot just off the main road. I pulled into it, parking up behind an old building. Mel looked around a bit, then turned to me as we came to a stop.

"What's going on? Am I getting mugged?" I joked, looking around. Nothing here but empty parking spaces, and the road at the opposite side of the building we had pulled up behind, which barely even had a window. The lot seemed pretty desolate.

Mel looked pretty serious, however. Serious and dubious.

"Don't say a word. And don't move," Mel said sternly, removing her seatbelt. I nodded nervously.

Mel got onto her knees in the car seat as she bent her way over me. Her hair tickled my face as she slid her left hand behind my head, pulling my face towards her, parting her lips. Before I knew it, her mouth was on mine, her lips pressing firmly against mine.

That first kiss was unlike what I'd imagine. It was forceful, but it was craving and yearnful too. Mel moaned into my mouth. It was surreal to me. Was I kissing my colleague Mel, who I've been looking at for the past week? Not only did we kiss, it was a kiss filled with passion. Lust.

After the first kiss, she pulled back a bit. I whimpered at the loss of her lips. But Mel was attacking again, even more, forceful than before. Her tongue came out from between her lips and forced its way into my mouth. I couldn't resist her, and I didn't want to. She dominated my mouth as we made out, taking what she needed, giving me everything I wanted.

I couldn't believe my luck. I was in absolute bliss, getting manhandled by my mature colleague. Here I was, sitting parked in a secluded area, getting ravished by a beautiful piece of grown woman like Mel. Who happened to be older than me, and also my boss. My heart throbbed and beat against my chest, threatening to beat me to death from the inside.

I had no business being in this situation, but here I was. I didn't dare move, scared to death to ruin everything, even though I was desperate to touch her. But she told me to not move, and I was going to be a good boy and do everything she asked. By the gods did I want to do anything she asked.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, I felt her right hand move. It had remained dormant on my stomach at first, clutching my shirt, but now it started to move slowly down toward my sweatpants. Mel removed her lips from mine, and her face hovered above mine, looking at me. Searching almost. Looking for any kind of reaction to what she was doing. Gauging how I felt. I couldn't help but give out a whimper, sitting underneath her, in her tight grip, smelling and feeling her scent surrounding me. I felt intoxicated.

With her mouth slightly open she worked her hand down to my waistband. Instead of slipping her hand back up like during the massage, her hand traveled further. It went past the elastic band and into my boxers. My cock throbbed and flexed as her hand was descending. When Mel's hand finally reached my cock I gasped at first contact. I couldn't help it. The anticipation was too much. Mel traced her fingers down the length a bit before she wrapped her long fingers around the shaft.

"Oh shit--" she muttered and glanced down. I did too, wondering if something was wrong.

We could only see part of my cock, as my pants had been caught on the head, but it was obvious that she struggled to get all of her fingers completely around me.

"Oh shit," Mel exclaimed in a sultry, smooth voice, looking back at my face, back to studying it again

Mel tightened her grip slightly and then loosened up, and tightened it again. She repeated that a few times as if to check how firm it was. I was rock hard, hard as I'd ever been.

To my immediate disappointment, she released my cock. I was quickly relieved when I saw it was to relieve my cock from my sweatpants and my spandex boxer shorts. She pulled them both down to my knees in one motion.

Mel moved her right hand back to my cock and grasped it once more. I moaned. And so it began. In a slow rhythm, she started to stroke my cock. Up and down.

"I had no idea you were so--" she whispered, sounding hot as hell, while she moved her hand up and down at an excruciatingly slow pace.

"long," she whispered into my face when her hand came up. She stroked down as she finished her word.

"and thick..." she said most sensually, emphasizing 'thick' heavily. Her hand came up once again and stroked back down.

Her first strokes were slow at first, but with a firm grip. After a bit she started to go a bit faster. It felt amazing. Better than any other handjob I'd ever got. This was much more than just a handjob. It was an exhibition of pleasure beyond my dreams, given to me by the magnificent hands of Mel. I closed my eyes to focus on the pleasure. I knew with Mel's skillful, deft hands I wouldn't last long. I started to lightly moan with her strokes, confirming her skills.

Without warning, having my eyes closed, her tongue started to enter me again, and an intense make-out session commenced while Mel pumped my hard cock over and over again with firm strokes. She built up a good rhythm, squeezing my cock from head to bottom, with a small twist in her strokes. Precum started to ooze out of my cock and onto her hand, making it all slippery. Wet sounds of my wet cock getting jerked off by my hot cougar coworker started to fill the car along with the moans and lips smacking from Mel eating my face.

Mel pulled her head back again, and I was able to gasp for air. She was so intense when she made out with me that I forgot to even breathe. Not once did her hand stop moving.

It wasn't long now, however.

"I think-- oh god, shit, I'm gonna--"

"You know, you could cause a lot of damage with this thing," she almost whispered at me. I couldn't believe how she talked to me. It made it all even hotter.

"It's so heavy. It would be insane to even imagine..."

She gave me a slow sensual kiss, playfully flicking her tongue against mine, sucking on it. Mel was sliding her hand up and down my cock fast now. My mind was in heaven, my body in absolute bliss. I was trembling uncontrollably now.

"... how good it would feel. I'm envious of whoever is getting wrecked by this. If I wasn't married--"

"Oh shit, I'm cuh... Mel, I'm cu--"

"That's a good boy. Cum. Don't hold back. Cum for me. Come on now, let it out, that's it," Mel encouraged as I erupted.

Spurt after spurt shot violently from my cock. If I had my eyes open, I'd see the first blasts shoot several inches into the air. My whole body jolted and jumped from the sheer force of my orgasm, as Mel continued to jack me as I came. I gasped and groaned, struggling for air, as I came in her hand. It was truly shocking how hard and how much I came. I looked down and saw Mel's hand completely covered in thick white cum, more trickling down her grip. It didn't deter her however, she just squeezed more and more out of me. Finally, the jolts and spasms subsided a bit.

"Shit. Fuck. Holy fuck. Sorry for cursing and all.. just... That was... that was amazing. You're incredible!" I gasped, barely even to talk, feeling ever so grateful. Grateful that a woman such as Mel had been put on this earth. If I were to worship anything in this world, it would be her hands. I dropped my head back, cursing and panting.

"That's what you get, showering me with compliments all week," Mel said, playfully, smiling at me. She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. This time it wasn't forceful like when we made out. It was gentle. I felt warmth expand from where her lips had been.

"There are... there are paper towels in the glove compartment, if you need," I said, still breathing awkwardly. Mel bit her lip at how reduced I was.

There wasn't a whole lot said during the drive home. It was mostly a few exchanged looks and some giggles. When we got to our usual corner, Mel even bent down to my open window and gave me another kiss on the cheek. She gently stroked my chin as she stood back up, and headed up the road.

Man. This was the best day of my life.