Romantic Erotica
"Secret Meadow" a sex story by Dominic O'Reilly
Melissa sat on the dewy grass overlooking the Lake. Dawn had just risen
up over the Peak District and Melissa was up early, as always, to take
advantage of the sights and smells of a new day. She'd spent the last half hour jogging from the small hotel
where she lived and worked during the holiday season and had now
reached her secret place. It was a gorgeous stretch of meadow
at the foot of a hill. About twenty yards in front of her it dipped
down to accommodate a vast, sparkling lake. When she wasn't busy,
Melissa could spend hours here; reading, or just staring out at the
view. She was never disturbed on this spot and jealously guarded it-
always avoiding it when she led guests on walks through this part of
Derbyshire.
Still tired from her jog, Melissa took off her trainers and
socks and lay on her back, the moist morning grass caressing her
outstretched legs, bare up to her tight, red running shorts. Above that
she wore a red top which showed off her pale, slender stomach. She
tended to freckle rather than tan although that never stopped her from
trying. It was still too early in the morning for a serious attempt
however, and the bright sun that brought the scenery to life in an
array of colours was laced with a breeze that sailed over
Melissa's exposed midriff. She'd have to be back at the hotel soon to
help with breakfast but until then she could get her breath back and
just take in the scenery. The meadow was an expanse of wild grass
dotted with yellow buttercups and purple heather. It had probably never
seen a gardener before and Melissa hoped it never would. The only
noises were the low hum of insects, the pleasant singing of birds and
Melissa's own breathing, which became quieter and calmer as she settled
down. It was at times like these when she could just be alone with her
thoughts.
Unfortunately, her thoughts were simultaneously being lulled
by the glistening lake and soothed by the breeze. She turned her head
to rest on its side, instinctively pulled back her shoulder-length
blond hair and fell asleep, as if hypnotised by her surroundings.
When Melissa got back to the hotel she was exhausted and late,
despite her practically sprinting much of the two or three
miles distance. She went into the reception hall and was immediately
hit by the smell of fried bacon and eggs coming from the dining room. Fortunately, there was no one behind
the reception counter in front of her. The couple who ran the hotel
were generally pleasant, but Mrs Bailey, in particular, was no fan of
tardiness and Melissa didn't fancy a 160 watt glare just this minute.
Feeling the eyes of several early breakfasters over her almost naked
legs and stomach, Melissa laboriously climbed the stairs to her first
floor room.
She was completely out of breath when she shut the door and stripped
out of her jogging outfit. Walking into the small en-suite bathroom,
she moistened a sponge and was shocked by the sensation of the freezing
cold water against her warm body and face. She dried herself, and did a
quick spot-check in the mirror and then changed into the chambermaid's
outfit uniform. The outfit was a blue and white
dress that Melissa suspected had been chosen by Mr Bailey. As nice as he
was, she couldn't help but think that there was nothing accidental in
the choice of a dress that felt at least two sizes too small for her.
Even on someone it was designed for it would have been showy but on
Melissa the hem rose up to reveal even more than her running shorts did
and, as she buttoned it up, the tightness left her pert breasts with
little to hide behind. The only concession to practicality seemed to be
a lower, front pocket which contained a notepad and pen. Realizing her
thoughts were distracting her from the task at hand, she quickly put on
a pair of smart shoes and hurried downstairs.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry" in the kitchen, Melissa rapidly deflected Mrs.
Bailey's glare with a quick-fire, falsetto apology, scooped up two
plates of Full-English marked for table 4 and reflectively backed
through the swinging door into the dining room. It was slightly busier in
here than it had been earlier and eight of the tables were now
occupied. Melissa registered several gazes, some more coy than others, resting on
where her dress either jutted out or ended abruptly. Already feeling
pretty good about pacifying Mrs. Bailey, Melissa found herself enjoying
the attention and strode across the carpet to table 4, flashing smiles
and responding to the greetings received from the guests.
After serving the amiable retired couple on table 4, Melissa
paused for a second to take in her surroundings more thoroughly.
Besides Mr and Mrs Sedgeley whom she'd just served and recognized as
participants on her walking tours, Melissa already knew the Stewarts; a
doctor and nurse couple from Sheffield, the table of four college girls
from Sussex (or Essex, or somewhere Southern), another elderly couple;
the Ripleys from Nottingham and-
"Miss?" Melissa's train of thought was broken by the call from the
table in the far corner by the window. After wishing the Sedgeleys a
pleasant meal, she turned smartly and walked over.
The table in the corner consisted of three boys. Melissa guessed
from their clothes that they were students; the man who called her over
was tall and thin and wore a t-shirt of a band, presumably, but Melissa
hadn't heard of them. Next to him sat pretty much his genetic opposite,
a short, heavy man in a white England rugby shirt. It was the remaining
boy that drew Melissa's attention the most, however. He sat opposite
the other two and was staring out the window at the view of the hills, unlike his friends who
seemed to be switching glances between herself and the college girls.
He wore jeans and a dark, plain jumper that matched his jet-black hair
and enticingly hid his physique. Although he was looking away, his face
had a sharp look to it and the sun from outside brought out his tanned
skin and cheekbones.
"Hello?" the polite voice belonged to the tall boy who'd spoken before. Embarrassed at having been caught up in her own
thought, she quickly recovered and flashed the boy her best
smile.
"Good morning," she said, cheerfully, "what can I get for you?"
The boy gave the orders for all three of them which Melissa
scrawled into her notebook in the shorthand she'd been
taught to use.
"Is that everything?" she asked. The boy nodded. Melissa wanted to
start a conversation, more importantly she wanted to know more about
the boy still looking at the hills. Usually she was good at talking to
the guests but this time, the banter which she found so easy to come up
with when she wasn't trying just wasn't making itself heard. Her
hesitation lasted long enough for the two less distant students to
begin to talk amongst themselves and she went back into the kitchen
with their order. It didn't matter, she thought, there's still time.
Melissa gave the boys' order for table 7 to the chef; a large, balding
man called Johann and made herself a quick bowl of cornflakes to eat on
the counter. Most of the guests were busy eating and Mrs Bailey had
just gone into the dining room so Melissa thought they could manage
without her for a while. As she finished her cornflakes, she found herself picturing the
black haired boy in her head, again. Absent-minded, she undid the top
two buttons of her chambermaid's outfit.
"Let's see if this takes your mind off the hills" she whispered to the
wall and then realized Johann had said something, but she'd missed what.
"I'll take these in, shall I?" Mrs Bailey had entered the kitchen and was about to pick up the boys' plates.
"No, no. I'll do it." she said and rushed to the plates. She managed to
get there before Mrs Bailey and picked up one in each hand. Right
besides Melissa, the older woman gave a steely look down into her now
generous cleavage and then met the girl's eyes with a disapproving
raise of the eyebrows.
Melissa entered the dining room and found herself to be the center of
attention again with several conversations pausing and then quickly
restarting. She walked over to table 7 and put the two breakfasts down
in front of the tall man and the rugby supporter. Both pairs of eyes
quickly studied her exposed chest before forcing their way upwards.
"Are you having an enjoyable stay so far?" this time, her skill for small talk didn't desert her.
"Oh, yes."
"Yes." The answers came out in stereo.
"Great! You gentlemen have anything planned for today?"
"Er...we were wondering if there's a decent pub around." said the smaller white shirted man.
"Try the King's Arms. It's half a mile down towards the village.
There's a map in reception," Melissa paused, "my name's Melissa by the
way."
"David."
"Luke." Again, there was a slight pause before the fairly nervous replies shot out at the same time.
"Scott." Melissa turned slightly to see the previously silent boy look
at her for the first time. He didn't focus on her breasts like the
other two but his sharp, blue eyes looking into hers seemed to have a
greater effect. They made her completely aware of her cleavage and the
way her thighs were visible, just for a few inches between the top of
the table and the hem of her uniform. Momentarily stunned, she spoke to
the boy,
"Are you off to the pub too? You could also try a walking tour.
There's one at twelve," she frantically invented, the boy didn't answer,
"only I saw you looking out at the hills and thought you might like to
go...on the walk." It was a fairly lame invitation, she had to admit
and the pause he was leaving was doing little to help with her
increasing loss of control.
"I might, sure." he eventually came out with.
"Good," there was another pause while Melissa remembered something, "I'll get your breakfast."
When Melissa returned to their table, she'd managed to get
herself together a bit and felt slightly annoyed at the way the boy had
outdone her. Wanting to get her own back, she bent forwards as she put
the plate in front of Scott. While she maintained eye contact, she
deliberately lowered the flesh of her breasts to his eye level. It was
just a quick look he gave them, but Melissa caught it and he knew she
had. Scott looked back into Melissa's eyes guiltily while she bit her lower lip and grinned.
Feeling a sense of triumph at breaking the boy's apathetic façade,
Melissa lowered her hand under the table and, unseen, briskly stroked
the boy's thigh.
"12 o'clock." she whispered.
Twelve o'clock came slowly. Melissa changed out of her
chambermaid's outfit, read a few chapters of a book despite being too
apprehensive to absorb any of it, showered, attempted to read some
more, changed clothes again and then just lay on her bed for a while.
Once it got to 11:50, she decided she'd go downstairs and wait for Scott in reception. This proved to be a short wait as he was already
there.
"Pretty small tour group." his white teeth shone as he grinned at her.
He was sat on a chair, reading one of numerous brochures from the
reception wall. He'd taken off his jumper to reveal a more sensible
white t-shirt and the hint of a strong, lean body.
Melissa walked
towards him, "Maybe I didn't whisper the invitation loud enough." she replied.
Melissa had changed into a light, emerald green blouse and a long
multi-coloured gypsy skirt. She knew where this tour would lead to and
didn't fancy jogging this time.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
"Shouldn't we wait for the others?" Scott grinned again. Feeling that
the need for coyness was over, Melissa took his arm and almost dragged
him through the door.
Much of the walk was spent making idle chatter or just admiring
the scenery but that was okay with Melissa. The sun was beating down a
lot more strongly than it had been at dawn and she was happy to simply
stroll through the Peak District in the warmth. As they got close to
the meadow, Scott gave up on chatting and joking altogether and he
simply put his arm inside Melissa's, sending a pleasant shock through
her body and they walked on in a contented silence.
When they got to the meadow, Scott simply stood as if rooted to the
spot. Melissa thought back to when she'd first found this haven. There
was something magical about being here, especially when it was for the
first time. Melissa let Scott take in the hills, the lake, the flowers
and went and sat down, taking off her shoes and socks and hitching her
skirt up to feel the long, now dry grass brushing around her bare legs
and feet. Scott sat beside her, all he could
manage was a soft "Wow." After some time he added, "What happens now then?"
"Well," Melissa began, "we could go back, we could talk for a bit or-"
her suggestions were cut off when Scott planted a kiss on her lips.
Melissa laughed rather unexpectedly, even to herself. She took him by the shoulders and pulled him back so they were both lying on the
grass. He started laughing now and immediately rolled on top of her, planting kisses on her lips, her cheeks, her forehead. As he
kissed her, he gently stroked her shoulders. Melissa could feel his
chest pressing down on hers, his crotch against hers. She wrapped her
legs around him and put her arms behind his head to try and force
him to kiss her properly. She got her lips to his and they both opened
their mouths, his tongue circling hers, pulling back, running over the
tip while his lips caressed her own. Scott's hands went past Melissa's
breasts and on to her stomach where he began to undo the buttons to her
blouse while his tongue kept playing with hers.
Scott forced Melissa's arms behind her back as he
removed her blouse and tossed it to one side. She took her
tongue out of Scott's mouth and pulled his t-shirt over his
unresisting arms. His tan body was slim and inviting and
Melissa smelled the faint scent of deodorant. Having taken the lead, she rolled on top of him and
began kissing his smooth, hairless chest while her hands worked their
way down his naked torso and over his panting stomach and the slit of
his navel until they came to the top of his jeans which she unbuttoned. She pulled his pants completely off, revealing his muscular legs, and then peeled off his shoes
and socks. At the same time she kissed him further and
further down his body until her mouth was at the very base of his
stomach and she could feel his crotch against her chin. She
smiled up at him and licked her lips as she saw his
erection bulging against his black boxer shorts like a tent pole. She
lowered her mouth so that it was just above the tip of his penis,
flashed him another grin and decided to tease Scott some more by bringing
her mouth down to kiss his thighs. She
brought her head back up and laughed at his impatient expression.
Finally she reached for his boxers and lifted them over his manhood and down his legs. His
thick, pink cock now stood at attention, bare in the slight breeze of
the meadow, only a few inches from
Melissa's grinning face. She was enjoying this, and despite
Scott's almost pleading look, the girl decided to take her torture
further, smiling as she mimed licking the air only a fraction of an
inch away from his penis.
His clothes in her hands she suddenly stood up and ran
across the meadow. She turned around
to see Scott running towards her, his tanned body following his
conspicuous erection as if she had him by an invisible fishing rope.
Melissa was usually quite fast but, dressed only in her bra and long
skirt she knew she wouldn't be able to keep this up for too long. She
still managed to avoid the oncoming rush of the naked Scott with a dive
to her side but then tripped on the inside of her skirt and fell onto
the grass. She let go of the boy's clothes and rolled onto her back in
time to see him leaping on top of her. Scott immediately removed her
skirt and knickers with one pull. His hands moved up her sides from her
thighs to her waist and then around her back where he undid her bra and
left her lying down in the grass, completely naked with the sun's heat
smothering her pale breasts and hardened nipples. Melissa gasped
happily as Scott held her arms behind her back with a look of triumph.
This time she thought she could feel every inch of his bare, tender
flesh down to the warmth of his balls against her vagina and his firm,
wide penis up to her navel. His heavy breathing was in perfect
sync with her own; as Scott's stomach rose, Melissa's fell and then
they switched back again as his chest brushed against her breasts.
Scott kissed her neck and moved his hands down to the
outside of her thighs where he stroked down to her knee and then up
again with strong movements. When he began stroking the inside of
her leg, she felt herself moisten. His mouth moved down to kiss her breasts, his soft tongue flitting over
her nipples. Melissa had given up doing anything now other than just
accepting this pleasure and kept her arms behind her back, clenching at
the flattened grass beneath her.
His hands went up to her hips now, and she wished that he'd just
enter her but he kept on caressing and moving his hands around to
firmly massage her arse. His mouth traveled downwards and he
began circling her stomach with his tongue around the centerpiece of her navel. Melissa's naked body seemed to be centering on
Scott's soft flitting tongue. The firm touch of his hands on her hips had now been replaced with
butterfly-gentle strokes which only heightened the intensity.
He circled outwards with his tongue now, with ever longer
movements. He licked from the girl's side, to beneath her breasts,
to her other side and then down until his mouth was only just above her
sex.
He moved his mouth further down and his tongue
darted past her lips to her clit; the sensation of his tongue
circling round and round caused Melissa to cry out. His piercing eyes
kept contact with hers as he flicked his tongue up and down
and then kept going around again, while his hands moved back to teasingly caress the girl's thighs as her legs stretched apart; a
'Y' shape in the grass. She didn't think she could take his tongue
moving around her for much longer and her breathing had become a rapid
pant.
Scott took his mouth away and slid his hands up from
her thighs to her torso. His face came up and she felt his
hot cheek against hers, his whole body against hers. He took
her arms from behind her back and replaced them with his strong
embrace. Melissa felt his legs press hers apart and his thick, stiff
cock began to push inside her. He pushed gently at first; only the head
of his penis penetrated her moist, welcoming vagina but it was enough to make her feel like she was about to explode. As he began to thrust faster
and faster, she felt her whole body being pushed backward and
forward along the grass. The whole length of him was inside her
now; thrusting deep inside, then retreating and then coming back for more. As
Scott quickened his pace, Melissa's senses closed in on the sensations of her body-- the chirruping of the crickets retreated, and the
blue sky laced with white clouds seemed infinitely distant compared with Scott's body, which had completely enveloped her.
Melissa moved
against the rhythm of Scott's rapidly thrusting cock. She thought that
the sensation before had been amazing but now he was pushing even
deeper inside her and her body became overwhelmed with pleasure. The boy started groaning and Melissa cried out loudly, fervently, her whole body shaking and trembling in ecstasy
as Scott penetrated her with ever greater strength and speed. As
Melissa reached the height of her climax and started to feel the world
drift away, Scott became even wilder. She felt his
arms wrap around her body even more tightly than they had done before and his
hips were pumping and thrusting even more greedily. He rapidly
pulled out from her vagina entirely and then replaced himself
with a vengeance, always harder and deeper than the last time. He kept
this up until neither of them could take it anymore. Melissa heard him emit a deep, primitive groan his body shaking all over. She trembled too as she felt Scott reach
his nirvana and shoot his warm fluid inside her.
Melissa and her dark-haired lover lay back, panting and
contented in each others' arms. They didn't say a word. They didn't
need to. As Melissa recovered, the sense of the world around her
gradually returned. The grass and flowers spread out like a great,
technicolor carpet and the lake beneath now sparkled like a diamond. The chirrup of the crickets came
back into focus along with the melodious birdsong from above. Further
up, the sun continued its long and lazy journey over the secret meadow.
Originally published March, 2008