I first saw Melissa in the old New York Bar, standing against the side wall, as many chicas used to. Melissa was a bit taller than average, and very solidly built. She had long flowing hair and a pretty face. She seemed a little aloof, and although I found her attractive, I never approached her.
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I am generally slow to pull the trigger, but my friend Chuck isn’t. He struck a deal with her and they went back to his hotel to do the deed. When he told me about it, he said she was fine, inexpensive, not at all in a hurry, and something else I interpreted as affectionate, though I can’t recall what he said that led me to that conclusion. In any event, now that I had a ‘review’ to go on, I decided to give Melissa a try myself.
Our session started off slowly, which was fine with me. We got (mostly) undressed and into bed, and we talked for a while. I have found that if you can put your partner at ease, it is never a bad thing and sometimes improves the quality measurably. So as we chatted, Melissa was stroking my arm and playing with my chest hair with her head on my shoulder. I got the feeling that she would be content to do that all night, but I had other plans and initiated the ‘love making.’
Melissa cooperated with this effort, though she was rather passive. She did seem to get aroused and seemed to reach orgasm, though it wouldn’t have measured much on the Richter scale. Once I was done, she made no move to leave. We more or less reverted to our previous positions and once again she was toying with my chest hair and lightly stroking my arm.
I saw her a few more times not long after that, and it was pretty much the same thing. I guess you could even call our encounters ‘GFE’ as long as the girlfriend in question was passive by nature. I eventually lost interest and passed her number along to a couple of friends, who both had similar experiences. The verdict was “nice girl, no hurry, uninspiring sex.”
After the close of the New York Bar, she moved on to the same places I moved on to. Two of them were within a couple of blocks of my apartment, and from time to time I would get a late night call from Melissa asking if she could spend the night, since the buses had stopped running and she didn’t have any taxi money. I always said yes. She had spent the night a couple of times early on, and she barely moved in bed when she was sleeping. Not all that different from how she was with sex. Sometimes she would just sleep and sometimes we’d have sex too. I would always give her a little money… a few dollars if she just slept and maybe 10 if we had sex. She always seemed grateful for that.
A sweet girl in a sexy body, totally unsuited for her profession.
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