Chapter 1: Rising Action
Mel stood over Michael. All he could see were Mel's hips swaying and her cheeky smile.
She teased his eyes with the promise of what was to come. Mel was a confident woman who took pride in her body and her sexuality. It's one of the things Michael envied about her most.
But it wasn't the only thing Michael admired. Michael let out an awkward giggle. "Remember that ass-shaped alarm clock I 'accidentally' broke back in high school?"
Mel glanced down. "This one?" She pressed her hand on the alarm clock that lay on his nightstand. She looked back at Michael and laughed.
"You're still ashamed of it?"
Michael blushed. "A little, maybe. It was a gift from my mom."
Mel walked towards him, hips swaying as if to mock his shame. "Well, maybe you'll get a chance to make up for it," she said.
Mel unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor, revealing her lacy lingerie. She stood over Michael, legs apart. Michael could feel his breath quicken as she bent down, her breasts inches away from his face.
Mel took her time, moving her hips suggestively as she continued to tease him. She moved closer and closer as Michael tried to maintain his composure.
"On the floor, Michael," she whispered into his ear, her warm breath sending shivers through his body. Michael obeyed, lying on the floor and looking up at Mel's voluptuous figure.
"Good boy," she said, her voice oozing satisfaction. "Now, close your eyes and tell me what you see."
Michael closed his eyes, picturing the image of Mel in front of him.
He imagined her curves and the gentle sway of her hips. The anticipation was killing him, yet he forced himself to wait.
"You're so beautiful, Mel," Michael said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Mel didn't respond, but Michael could feel the slightest movement as she shifted closer. He could hear her breathing and feel the warmth radiating off her body. And then, without warning, Michael felt the softness of her behind on his face.
"Worship me," she demanded.
It wasn't a request. Michael inhaled her scent, a mix of her perfume and a musky sweetness that was all her own. As he began his worship, Mel arched her back, moaning softly. Michael's heart raced as he explored her curves, feeling her body respond to his touch. He heard her sigh of pleasure and could feel her trembling slightly, which only fueled his desire.
Mel reached behind her, running her fingers through Michael's hair, guiding him to where she wanted his attention the most.
Michael was both excited and nervous, taking care not to scratch her delicate skin with his stubble. He breathed in her scent, a heady mix of vanilla and sweat, and felt a rush of attraction and admiration as she continued to guide his head.
"That's it," she whispered, "you know exactly what to do."
Mel's ass was the perfect size, round and firm, and Michael marveled at the trust she placed in him to pleasure her like this.
She was his best friend from high school, but as they reconnected in their late twenties, Michael discovered that his feelings for Mel went beyond friendship. And he wasn't alone. Mel herself loved to tease and indulge in kinky activities, living life on her own terms.
Michael didn't consider himself an ass man before Mel, but now, he couldn't get enough of her curves. He could devote an entire hour just exploring Mel's behind and never get bored.