They got up from the chair and we bid Melissa farewell. I thanked her for the purchase of my art and gave her a friendly hug. She in turn thanked ...me for ‘everything’ and said she would call if there was anything else she needed. The comment sounded rather open ended to me, but then maybe I was still feeling the memories of her wet canal around my throbbing cock. She escorted us to the door and we got in the Tahoe to head towards Seattle, and Queen Anne Hill, Arisol got behind the wheel. I turned 18 and off to the navy I went, there went sex for a while, I was stationed in Italy, sucked at first and then quickly became awesome, when summer time hit I discovered the beaches over there are topless!!! so here I am again looking at women in bikini's and topless, double score, since I couldn't speak the language it was hard to score some of them babes, but I got lucky once in a while, other wise it was a lot of jacking off to magazines, then one night I missed the ferry to get back. We walked down into the woods, when we where deep into the woods she wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a big fat kiss. She just couldn't get enough of me. She went and put her hand on my zipper, I stopped her quickly and said, "Not here in the woods!"She sighed and said, "Fine."We began to continue walking. We came out of the woods and went up to the store to get a snack. She went and got a banana and gave me a wink. As I chuckled I got some water and I paid for it all and we went. "I have some errands to run, so maybe you should just go." "Hey, I'm sorry if I upset you," but she didn't look sorry. She looked somehow superior, like she was some woman of the world or something instead of just another housewife in a suburb. "I just like to get a rise out of you every so often." She rose from her chair and bent across the table, moving inches from my face, her lips just out of reach. "Tomorrow, my place," she swept across my field of vision. God, I hope she didn't notice me.