“So, what do you think, baby?”

Baby? I turned from the window and unlike the other day; I failed to succeed in keeping my jaw from dropping. Melanie was standing in the doorway wearing a short black nightie the top of which was transparent lace. Even from across the room I could clearly make out her pink nipples, her hard pink nipples.

“Well?” she asked, stepping into the room and closing the door behind her, “Do you think you can do it?”

“D…do what?” I stuttered as she slowly sauntered over to me.

The slinky black lingerie barely fell to her upper thigh and was sheer enough that I could make out a black thong between her smooth thighs. Her full hips were swaying seductively as she approached me and when she stopped no more than a foot in front of me, she smiled, “Well get it up for me of course!”

“The window?” I asked like an idiot as my heart began racing.

“No, silly.” She giggled and the sound of it sent a surge of excitement through me, but nowhere near as much as what she said next. Leaning over, she rose up on the tips of her bare toes and whispered, “I’m talking about your cock.”

“Oh my god!” I gasped, then immediately began to blush as I had just made myself sound like even more of a moron.

“Hmm,” she purred in my ear, “I like the sound of that, but I think it will sound better when I say it while you’re fucking me.”

“Miss…”

“Melanie.” She corrected me. Leaning back just enough to look me in the eyes, she placed her hands on my arms, “You’re a big boy now Phil, you can call me by my first name.” she giggled again, “Unless there’s other things you want to call me.”