Tale of Two Thieves

"I'm old enough to be your mother.." She stated, staring me down with seductive and hungry eyes. "Yet you don't see anything wrong with me, do you?" She stroked my skin, sliding her hands up to my wrist. "You don't even seem afraid, or bothered.. Is that because you are truly unaware, or because you are confident in your skills? Tell me, Mr Ambrose.. What does this tell you?"

She brought my hand to her lips and kissed it gently. The sensation made my skin tingle and sent a pleasant chill up my spine. I whispered back, "That perhaps you like me for me, and not just because of my age?"

"Perhaps.." She whispered back, her voice barely audible. "I may look like an old woman compared to you, but inside, I feel just as alive and energetic as any young girl." She released my hand and brushed my cheek, gazing into my eyes with hunger. "I would love to show you what you could experience with me tonight."

The air was heavy with anticipation, and it felt like the two of us were on the verge of combusting. "Then I do believe you are correct, Melanie. I have indeed already lost."

Melanie giggled sweetly, as if I had just told a joke. Her response came in the form of a hand behind my head and a sudden kiss that surprised me so much I gasped. Her lips were soft and warm against mine, and tasted like champagne and cherry wine. She parted them slowly, as if savouring the taste of my lips, and I closed my eyes and leaned into the kiss, letting her guide me. When she pulled away, she whispered, "You know, I like a man who isn't afraid of asking for what he wants."

I watched her, speechless for a moment. She grinned, leaning back in her seat, and reached out her hand. She didn't have to say anything more, for I understood. I took it in mine, squeezing gently, and replied, "That is good to know, Melanie. I will keep that in mind."

She replied in an innocent voice, "I hope so, Mr Ambrose.. I am here to please." Her brown eyes shimmered with seductive delight, and I admit that in that moment, I had almost forgotten what my goal was. All I wanted to do in that instant was bask in her radiance and stare into her eyes. I could feel the desire welling up inside of me, distracting me from the mission at hand. She kept stroking the back of my fingers with her thumb, and I felt a pleasant tingling sensation run up my spine. I had taken girls to bed before, but never a woman such a her.

I paid little attention to where the driver was taking us. All I knew was that I was in a car full of sexual energy that could have lit up a city, and it was coming from the woman next to me, who was staring at me with smouldering brown eyes as if she had been imagining me between her legs. I sat in the plush leather seat of the car, staring out the window while her seductive gaze was focused on me, making me feel like prey caught in the jaws of a carnivore. My body was full of adrenaline and I could feel my pulse beating fast in my chest. But we were both prey. Each of us with much to lose.

Eventually, we arrived at an elegant home, painted with soft beige colours that were subtly accented with white and blue. The roof looked as if it had been freshly shingled. I couldn't help but wonder what it must cost to live in a house like this one. A modest Mercedes sat parked in the driveway, and it appeared to be relatively new, unlike the ancient but luxurious vehicle that carried us here. The whole neighbourhood seemed to ooze wealth.

There were several luxury cars lining the street, all in pristine condition, and every house was done up with lights on and decorated with expensive statues. It felt like I was looking through a window into another world, and that my eyes weren't seeing anything real, but merely what the inhabitants wanted me to see. It felt like we had driven past a portal into a strange land of lust and gold, and I was the first outsider to set foot here in a long time. It was such a stark contrast to the areas I was used to dwell in. Despite the chill outside, there were flowers blooming everywhere, and everything seemed so warm and inviting.

The driver held the door open and helped me out of my seat. Melanie carried her hat and her coat, and I offered her my arm for support. We were both shivering slightly, but not only because we were cold. We took our time walking up to the door, arm in arm, feeling the energy between the two of us building. It was a strange sensation for me, yet I had no urge to break it or run from it. This lady was older than me, a divorcee with money, and it seemed that she liked to take what she wanted when she saw it, and right now, she wanted me. It was empowering, in an odd sort of way. She unlocked the front door and we entered the strange world inside.

"Your home is majestic, Melanie," I said, admiring the surroundings. I had to say something because I couldn't contain my awe. She looked back at me, grinning. I hadn't expected her house to be quite this big, nor had I expected it to be so clean and modern looking. It wasn't your typical wealthy home filled with obnoxious artwork and furniture you wouldn't want to sit in, but rather an elegant display of the finest quality available.

The room we were standing in had a vaulted ceiling, which had been painted white and accentuated by expensive light fixtures that shone brightly. The room was a combination of natural and modern materials, and there were painting on the walls that were all but glowing under the soft lighting. A black grand piano stood majestically near one of the walls, next to a matching couch that matched the carpeted floor perfectly. Several glass tables littered the room, each one a perfect circle with polished black bases. On one wall was a massive fireplace, complete with a blow poke and logs.

"You live here all alone?" I asked, partly due to curiosity and partly because I needed to know if there was someone I would need to look out for when I made my escape in the night.

Melanie shrugged. "This home was purchased by my ex-husband before our marriage fell apart," she answered. "I don't really spend all that much time here anymore.." She set down her things on a table nearby, and then took my hand, leading me away. Her dress brushed against my legs as she walked. "Follow me, Gabriel.." She whispered, sounding very sure of herself. I nodded and let her lead me, which she commented on. "You like to be led around?" Her words came across as playful, not challenging, and I realized I enjoyed the sound of my new name coming from her lips.

"I enjoy taking cues from those who know better than I do", I replied with a shimmer in my eyes. "And I value those with wisdom and experience. But if I may be perfectly candid, I do rather prefer to lead than to be led, depending on the situation and circumstance."

Melanie stopped walking and looked me over again, eyeing my body in a most indecent way. Her voice was soft, almost tender, as she said, "I can appreciate that. You are a man who has much to give, and you do not hold yourself back. Your honesty is refreshing." If she only knew how wrong she was.

I leaned in closer and whispered, "Well then, how about I show you just how much I can give, and all I have to offer?" I placed my hand on her arm, feeling her skin beneath my fingertips. My skin tingled. She bit her lip again, grinning at me as she felt my hand on her body. I could tell she wanted me to touch her, to feel the softness of her flesh beneath her dress. I continued to watch her, making it obvious that I knew how badly she wanted it. "The bedroom is this way..?" I asked, walking toward a hallway nearby.

Melanie nodded and followed behind me, still holding my hand in hers. Her grip was tight. Her breath hit my neck and shoulders as she spoke again, "That's right. But be careful. You may get too much of what you are asking for.."

"I'm willing to take the risk," I replied. We walked together into the master bedroom, which was at least four times the size any bedroom needed to be. The walls were painted white and the floor looked like wood, yet it was also black and glossy, like marble. I was unfamiliar with the material. There was a king-sized bed made of mahogany that sat upon a raised platform. The headboard had been stained a deep red and matched the bedspread. There was a wooden chair next to the bed, covered in a red cushion, and there were black curtains on the windows. All of it was lit by the bright light of a small lamp, placed on a table next to the bed. I could only assume this was Melanie's own unique taste in décor, since the place looked so different from the rest of the house.

I walked over to the bed and sat down on it, gazing up at Melanie with curious eyes, watching her intently. She offered me some wine, but I declined, and instead started to remove my tie. She set aside the glass she had just poured for herself and hesitated for a second, before she reached for her dress's zipper. The garment she wore hugged her upper body so tightly it could be considered a second skin. Her dark hair fell around her shoulders and I stared at her as I swung my suit jacket over the back of the chair nearby. "Tell me something, Melanie.. How is it that a woman such as yourself has never been married again?" I asked innocently, continuing to stare into her brown eyes.

She grinned, but replied in a more serious tone, "Perhaps I have not met the right man for me yet." Her dress slipped down over her breasts, and I caught sight of her chest, full and plump, and her nipples poking through the fabric of her brassiere. A crimson, silky one - with black lace at the top. Her bosom spilled out of it, as if desperate for escape. The sight of her breasts made my head spin with desire, and I was starting to feel overwhelmed.

Melanie placed one foot on the floor, holding the dress bunched around her waist. She seemed to know I was staring at her, and enjoyed the attention. "Are you enraptured, Gabriel?" she asked. Her lips curled up in a teasing grin as she watched me ogle her body, knowing full well how turned on I was by the sight of her bare flesh. Then she let out her hair, letting it flow down over her shoulders. It was longer than I would have guessed.

"So it would seem.." I whispered softly, pretending to be shocked at my own desires. Melanie slid the dress the rest of the way off, revealing matching red panties that clung to her wide hips. I swallowed hard, feeling a nervous lump rise in my throat, and struggling a bit with the buttons on my shirt. Her dress slid down her lower body slowly, exposing more of her flesh as she stepped out of it.

I undid my shirt buttons, but before I could remove it completely, Melanie was right there beside me. "Let me help you.." She whispered in my ear, kissing my neck gently as she pushed my shirt back off my shoulders. I let the garment fall to the ground, then looked up at her as she stood before me in only her bra and panties.

"Turn around for me.." I said, leaning back so I could look at her more easily. She obeyed, turning around slowly, so that I could watch as she moved, almost in slow motion. She moved so elegantly, almost floating on the balls of her feet. Her brown hair flowed down her bare shoulders, past her bra clasp. Then I watched as she turned her back to me and looked over her shoulder, staring into my eyes from beneath heavy lids. I let my eyes fall, bit by bit, until they reached her round bottom, covered only by the red panties. The outline of her flesh could be seen through the silky material.

"You seem to have gotten quite damp here.." I traced my fingertips along her inner thighs, and up towards her crotch, just barely grazing the material covering her pussy, and I could feel her body tensing as I touched her. She bit her lip again and gave me a hungry look that spoke volumes. I couldn't help but grin back at her, watching the expression on her face change with every touch. "Show me what you're hiding underneath", I demanded, my voice coarse with lust. I was desperate to see her naked.

She slid her panties down slowly, stepping out of them without taking her eyes off of mine. She moved in a way that made her body sway hypnotically with her movements, and made sure to bend forward as she stepped out of her lingerie, revealing her soft butt and inviting pussy to me. Her bottom looked perfect, and had not yet started to sag with age. She turned around, got rid of her bra, and climbed up onto the bed on all fours, giving me an inviting view of her hips and crotch. I was certain she could feel how badly I wanted her.

I couldn't take my eyes off of her, as if she were the most fascinating creature I had ever laid eyes on. I got rid of the rest of my clothes rather eagerly, and without the grace of the upper class gentleman I was pretending to be, and I climbed up onto the platform as well, joining her on the bed. Melanie laid down in front of me on the red bedspread, wearing nothing but a seductive smile.

"How do you want me..?" she asked, her tone sultry and seductive. Her legs were spread wide, showing me everything, and her eyes were transfixed on my throbbing erection. She seemed quite pleased with what I had been hiding underneath of my clothes, and wanted to explore it to the fullest.

"On your back, like that", I commanded, kneeling next to her. My heart was pounding hard in my chest, and my muscles felt taut. It felt like if I didn't act quickly, something within me would snap, and I wouldn't be able to control myself anymore. I leaned down to kiss her lips gently, slowly moving from her mouth to her neck. I kept going downward until my face met her breasts. Her nipples were hard, poking into my skin. They were coral in colour, and so sensitive that even the faintest touch made her shudder and gasp. Her areola's were large, and her skin smelled like strawberry candy.

Melanie moaned softly, and I heard the sound of the sheets shifting as she gripped them with her fingers. She gasped as I ran my tongue around her areola, then kissed the area gently with my lips before sucking lightly on the nipple itself. I began to nibble, then returned to letting my lips barely graze them, and then I flicked them with the tip of my tongue. She tasted of salt and honey, and I could feel her shiver under my touch as I worked my magic on her sensitive body parts. The bed sheets felt smooth and expensive under my bare skin. I slipped one of my hands underneath her lower back and slid it down, grasping her round butt tightly, digging my fingers into her flesh, kneading it in my hands. It felt round and firm.

Her body felt like it was burning up. I found myself wanting to give her everything she had been dreaming of, even if only for this one night. It was the least I could do before I was going to betray her trust and steal her belongings. I worked her breasts as much as I could without stopping to take a breath, sucking on them and nibbling at the flesh there until I couldn't tell who was more turned on out of the two of us. Then I moved further down, kissing her belly, and the bones by the sides of her waist, letting my tongue trace her soft skin. I was barely aware of my own arousal anymore, only paying attention to her.

The scent of her pussy was intense and so sweet that it made my mouth water, but I held myself back. To my surprise, she was almost completely clean shaven, save for the smallest of strips right at centre of her mound. Her labia looked swollen with desire, and were slick with anticipation, glistening with moisture and need. I could tell she was eager for me to touch her there, but instead I grabbed onto her and flipped her over. She let out a soft little "oh!" as I spun her around and positioned her the way I wanted, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed.

My hands were on her hips, gripping her tightly, then slid up over her lower back and down, over the curve of her butt. I kissed her neck and then moved my mouth toward her ear, nibbling at it lightly as she writhed beneath me, gasping. Her back arched, pushing her ass up and back - so I slapped it, firmly but not too hard. She purred with pleasure and wriggled in delight. "You enjoyed that, hmm?" I said with a playful tone, then I spanked her again. "I bet you'd enjoy it even more if I kept going.."

Melanie nodded frantically, unable to speak for a moment. Then she croaked out, "Yesssss!" She wiggled her hips, presenting her body for me to do whatever I wanted with.

"You said you like a man who isn't afraid to tell you what he desires.."

I lifted my hand and brought it down on her plump butt again, hearing it smack against her soft flesh. Then again, this time harder than the previous times. She yelped, and then gasped with pleasure as I stroked the sensitive skin with the back of my hand, soothing it. The feeling made her body shake with ecstasy. "I did say that.." she whispered back.

My fingers slid along her inner thighs, spreading her legs as wide as they would go, giving me a full view of her pussy from every angle. "And what of contraceptives?" I asked innocently.

She nodded. "I am on birth control pills.." She shivered with anticipation, breathing so hard she sounded like she had just run a marathon. Her words came out in gasps. "Please, don't stop.. I need to feel you inside me.."

Her body was hot to the touch and she looked beautiful beneath me as I held her, so vulnerable, so needy, so turned on. "You've had enough foreplay already, Melanie? Well, if that's what you want.." I put a pillow underneath of her lower abdomen, grabbed onto her ass, and pulled her closer towards me. Then I lined my erection up with her opening and slid the head of it along the lips of her pussy. The sensation of her wetness made it seem like I was going to melt into her, and I pushed forward until I felt myself enter, spreading her wide to accept my cock. She moaned softly, pressing her ass back against me, welcoming my invasion, and I buried myself in her to the hilt.

Her insides were tight, and pulsing around my length as if her pussy wanted to swallow it up. She had her face buried into the sheets beneath her, and her hands clutched at the pillows above. I thrust in and out of her, listening to the wet sounds our sexes made together. Her body was so soft and warm, and felt so good around me that it was almost too much. With every thrust I made, she let out a little noise that told me how much she liked it. After a few minutes, she spoke up. Her voice came out ragged and needy, making my skin tingle, urging me on. "Harder! Please!"

I obeyed her without a word and held onto her hips tightly, driving into her from behind. The bed shook beneath us with the force of our motions, and she let out a scream, unable to control herself. She turned her head to the side, and her face was flush with desire. Her skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat. The scent of her sex was strong and thick, like roses mixed with cream, and I buried myself in her as far as I could - again and again. She felt incredible, like my cock was the perfect fit for her, and the way she took all of me and still wanted more sent shivers down my spine. I had never been with a woman that craved my cock the way Melanie did before.

"God! FUCK!" she screamed, moving back against me hard, meeting my every thrust. "I'm going to cum! Please, don't stop! Give me what I need!" She raised her body up a little bit on her knees, so that she could reach her clit with her hand. Her breath was frantic now, and she made noises that were incredibly erotic and rather wild.

I slowed my pace a bit and watched her as she pleasured herself with her fingers. "I want to watch you cum for me", I said, then slapped her ass again. "Show me your face as you climax." I gripped onto her butt tightly and pulled her close, plunging deep inside of her pussy on repeat.

She turned her head to look back at me, her eyes were wide, but glazed over with lust and ecstasy, and they spoke of the release that was briskly approaching. Her movements became faster, harder, and the bed shook violently under us, but still she maintained her balance, driving herself toward her release. My hips moved in a quick rhythm, and her cries became louder with every thrust. Her screams were the perfect accompaniment to my own breathing, growing louder with my need for her body.