2017 true sex story: Meeting James – Chapter 10.3
True Story, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Male/Teen Female, Romance
“Ride me, Melanie,” he groaned huskily.
I put my hands on his muscled chest which made it easier for me to gain leverage and take control. I had always found it easier to orgasm in this position when I could control the incline and tempo.
I began to grind my pelvis into him by changing the angle, so his thick cock was perfectly grinding against my clit. I didn’t hold myself back and after a minute or so I was shaking violently on top of him while my orgasm racked my body.
When I came down, he was looking directly into my eyes.
“I could watch you cum all day long,” he said between little gasps of breath.
“Cum with me, Daddy.”
He picked up the pace just a little, and I squeezed my vaginal muscles as hard as I could, something I knew he loved. He felt so big inside of me as he continued to thrust. His breathing began to change, and I knew he was getting close. I could have released again at any time, but I wanted to wait so we could reach that peak together.
A few moments later, I felt his body begin to stiffen and shake, and I let myself go. Simultaneously, his cock pulsed inside of me and I could feel his semen squirt into my vagina.
I collapsed on top of him as both of us struggled to regain our breath. Our morning was perfect. I learned so many things about him and what he wanted from me. James could be very demanding and so many times, being with him was very challenging. However, that morning, my world felt perfect, and there was nowhere else I would have rather been.
– – – – –
It was such a beautiful day, and I was so happy to be with James. He could be so tender and loving when he wanted, and the fabulously romantic scenery of the beach and sand only added to those feelings of enchantment I was experiencing after we made love.
I had always attempted to keep my relationship with James grounded in reality because I knew he didn’t have the same feelings for me that I had for him. However, that morning, I briefly let myself pretend that we were a newly married couple on our honeymoon. Emotionally, I knew that was very dangerous, but I couldn’t help myself.
We showered together, and James ordered room service for breakfast. When it arrived, it was as if we had enough food to feed a small army.
“Are you sure we have enough food?” I teased.
“I just asked them to bring a little of everything, but I didn’t expect this.”
The wait staff had brought large family style portions of breakfast tacos with chorizo, egg, and potatoes; sweet potato chorizo hash with eggs, avocado, and crema; huevos rancheros; chipotle chicken breakfast chilaquiles; chipotle and jalapeno bagels; and churro doughnuts.
While we ate, we talked about his restaurants, my classes, and my final grades for my Sophomore year. I had worked very hard academically and had made Dean’s List. James told me several times how proud he was, and I have to admit, I yearned for his praise, about anything. It didn’t matter if his approval came from the marks I received in my classes or the marks he made on my body. I just wanted to please him. I could almost feel myself falling deeper in love with him.
Once we’d finished breakfast, James looked into my eyes.
“Let’s hit the beach,” he said casually. “You can go upstairs and change and I’ll wait here for you.”
Previously, when we got out of the shower, James put on swim trunks and a Hawaiian shirt. Because I wasn’t sure what he would want to do after breakfast, I put on a little sundress.
“That sounds like an excellent idea. Just give me a few minutes to change, and I’ll be back down.”
As I stood up from the table, he spoke again.
“Make sure you wear one of the suits I mailed to you,” he said sternly.
Two weeks prior, James had sent me a package containing five Wicked Weasel micro bikinis. I hadn’t looked at them after opening the package. I just stuffed them into my drawer with the rest of my more standard bikinis.
I could feel my stomach start to get queasy. The Wicked Weasel suits he purchased were only half bikinis at best, and I wasn’t particularly anxious to try them on.
He was in such an open mood earlier and freely answered all of my inquiries. I couldn’t help but want an answer to the final question concerning our relationship.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course you can.”
I took a deep breath.
“Why do you have me wear the type of clothes you do?”
This was something that I struggled with since I met James. I loved wearing sexy clothes, especially the expensive, designer apparel he purchased for me. Unfortunately, some of his wardrobe choices bordered on the extreme. On most occasions, I felt comfortable wearing sexy little mini dresses and skirts. However, there were times when he demanded I wear extreme club-type clothing in inappropriate situations. One example was when he had me wear the yellow scrunch dress to his upscale Italian restaurant. Dressed in a Wicked Weasel micro bikini on the beach instead of one of my regular bikinis was very disconcerting to me, and I hoped he’d explain his reasoning behind his clothing choices.
“We’ve talked about this before.”
“Yes, but you weren’t very forthcoming with your answers, though,” I said sheepishly.
He took a deep breath and collected his thoughts.
“You have a beautiful body Melanie, and I enjoy purchasing and dressing you in risqué clothing because it pleases me to show you off to others.”
I could feel my face glowing red in embarrassment. It took me a few seconds to collect myself before I could respond.
“I love wearing the beautiful clothes you buy me. However, it’s difficult when you ask me to wear things that make me stand out and get unwanted attention.”
“You’re referring to that yellow dress that you wore in my restaurant, aren’t you?”
I shot him a disapproving look.
“Yes, I’m referring to the Yellow Scrunch Club Dress that you made me wear.”
“Do you know how beautiful you looked in that dress that evening?”
I looked down, and I could feel myself blushing again.
“Do you know how proud I was of you that night? Everyone in that restaurant knew you were with me.”
He paused and looked directly into my eyes.
“You’re mine, Melanie, and every person in that restaurant knew it. I know being on display is something new to you and I realize it was a tough situation. However, you got through it, and you made me very proud.”
“Displaying me is very important to you, isn’t it?”
“It’s a very significant part of our relationship.”
I wasn’t sure I liked being dressed inappropriately so people could gawk at me. Nonetheless, I realized how important it was to James, and I wanted to please him. I concluded that even if his clothing choices made me somewhat uncomfortable, I would find a way to get through it since it was what he wanted from me.
I broke into a little smile.
“So which one of those suits do you want me to wear?”
– – – – –
I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous while we walked to the beach. There was a thick grove of palm trees which separated the hotel and pool area from the beach. As we walked down the cobblestone path through the palm trees, the distinct smell of the salt air became more prominent.
James securely wrapped his arm around me which gave me a measure of confidence. Regardless, there was a churning, nervousness in my stomach, especially when I saw the hundreds of people who were already on the beach. The majority of the women there were wearing incredibly small bikinis and some of them were even topless.
When we reached the ocean, I discovered that James had reserved a private cabana which allowed us to get out of the sun. In front of the cabana in the sand was a large, circular table with six chairs and an umbrella covered with a grass thatch. In front of the circular table was a group of lounge chairs for sunbathing. I found out later that the resort stocked our cabana with an ice chest full of bottles of water and various types of fruit juices. Adding to the overall ambiance, there was also a small army of wait staff that brought alcoholic beverages to the beach goers. The white sand beach and the light blue crystal clear water looked amazing and nothing like many of the Southern California beaches that I was used to growing up.
“So, are you ready to go for a dip?” James said.
I thought about making some excuse for not going into the water as a stalling tactic, but decided against it. Eventually, I would have had to come to grips with what I was wearing, and I thought I might as well rip off the Band-Aid and get it over with.
“Yeah, I’d love that, James.”
Hesitantly, I removed my Mara Hoffman one shoulder dashiki navy blue and white beach wrap. The beach dress made me feel a bit uncomfortable because it had a slit in the side up to my waist which exposed my left leg. Nonetheless, it covered the rest of my body, so I didn’t mind the subtle glances I received from the other beachgoers.
Unfortunately, the faint glimpses changed to overt ogling when I removed the wrap and exposed my bikini. Out of the five Wicked Weasel’s James had purchased for me, I chose a frozen blue, tri top sheer vision bikini. It was made of a lightweight stretch fabric that felt like satin on my skin. The suit had a thong bottom and was incredibly small and tight. It had the most material by far of the five suits which were the primary reason I chose it over the others. Regrettably, as I soon learned, when it came to Wicked Weasels, more material didn’t necessarily mean that more of my body would be covered.
Once I had removed the beach wrap, I left it in the cabana and James took my hand and we walked towards the water. Immediately, dozens of eyes were on me and I felt so uncomfortable. Just as he did in his restaurant, he slowed his walking pace to what felt like a near crawl which gave everyone around us ample opportunity to view my body in the barely-there bikini. I was able to take a little comfort in the fact that many of the women were wearing small bikinis like mine and some were even topless. I tried as hard as I could to put up a good front and act confident. Truthfully though, I felt so nervous and apprehensive because so much of my body was exposed.
After what seemed like an eternity, we cleared the twenty-five feet of sand and made it into the ocean. The water temperature was perfect. It was just cool enough to be a refreshing respite from the hot sun without being too cold.
Once we were in the ocean, James wrapped his arms lovingly around me, pulled me out into neck-deep water, and gave me a long, hot, passionate kiss.
“Do you like all those eyes on you?” he inquired huskily.
I thought for a moment.
“I like that you like their eyes on me,” I said truthfully.
“You have such a beautiful body, Melanie. It would be a shame not to let others see it and enjoy it.”
He paused for a moment while the waves of the Pacific Ocean gently collided against us.
“You’ve never liked showing off though, have you?”
His comment brought up a lot of issues for me. I did love showing off and wearing sexy clothes… to a point. Looking back, I wasn’t confident enough in my sexuality at that point in my life to not want to conform. I loved wearing sexy clothes in a club because everyone else was in sexy clothes as well. However, when James forced me to wear clothes that made me stand out, I felt very insecure, and that was very difficult.
I knew that he was teasing me a bit. However, I yearned to please him so desperately and completely; his words stung just a bit.
“I’ve worn very sexy, revealing clothes for you, James,” I said defensively.
“I agree, you have, but not of your own accord.”
“You’ll just have to teach me to be sluttier for you,” I teased.
“Maybe we should start now then.”
My eyes got wide.
“What do you mean?”
Before I knew what was happening, his fingers untied the knot on my bikini top. Instantly, my breasts fell free, and I immediately moved forward and pressed my torso into James’s chest which helped keep me covered.
There were quite a few people within proximity to us in the water. However, none of them seemed to notice what was going on between James and me.
“So this is your idea of turning me into a wanton woman?” I teased.
He gave me a mischievous smile.
“That was step one.”
I looked at him questioningly, almost afraid of his response.
“What’s step two then?”
James moved away from me several inches which created some space between us. He then rested his hand on my stomach.
My eyes got wide.
“James, you can’t…”
“Oh, but I can…”
His hand slowly began to inch lower, down my stomach.
“James, please…” I whimpered while nervously looking around us.
“It’s okay, Melanie, no one is watching us, just concentrate on me,” he said huskily.
I was too nervous to form a coherent thought. I obeyed and let him do what he wanted. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself close to him which I hoped would block the potential view of any onlookers. His hand continued to work its way south until it reached the thong bottom of my bikini.
Parent Post: Meeting James by melanieatplay
- Meeting James - Chapter 2: James and Melanie spend their first day together
- Meeting James - Chapter 3: Last day in Vegas, Melanie reveals her past to James
- Meeting James - Chapter 4: Melanie comes clean to her friends and meets Gianna
- Meeting James - Chapter 5: James returns and changes his relationship with Melanie
- Meeting James - Chapter 6: James and Melanie Explore Sin City
- Meeting James - Chapter 7: Melanie and Flame continue their evening together
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