My heart is pounding as we drive home in silence. My own personal silence because Melanie couldn’t stop talking. Periodically she would ask me if I was ok, to which I would just tell her that I was a bit tired and deep in thought. Here is the catch to all this. So Melanie says, “Let me take your mind off things,” and slides her foot over to the driver,s side and starts rubbing me with her foot. Of course I still can’t control myself and find myself pulling over at a secluded beach on the way home, where we proceeded to go for a ‘walk.’ Luckily the area was in an off the beaten path location, so we set down a blanket where we proceeded to kiss and rub on each other. I rolled her over on her stomach and slid her bikini down from under her cover-skirt and pushed myself into her butt, holding down her neck so she couldn’t move. As she struggled against me, I felt so angry at everything that I knew I was taking it out on her with each thrust in her. Despite the wind and the ocean breaking, I could hear the slapping of me against her, each time with the frothy sounds of sex, violently played out. Melanie loved each movement, each touch, and each kiss, arching her back and clasping my hand as I continued in her until I finished. I think I laid on top her for a good thirty minutes after that, kicking myself for not having any restraint. After all, she was the one with the anti-HIV medicine in her purse, and here I am, no condom, having just came in her butt. But why wouldn’t she warn me? WTF? What’s wrong with me?
I wanted to talk to someone. I texted a good friend of mine, Tom, while we continued our drive and told him about the situation. He was level headed, and I trust his judgement. His take on it was to not worry because even if Melanie had AIDS, the chance of me getting it was fairly low, but I needed to use protection with her from here on out. I felt better- even knowing that as a doctor. Ok, no more transgressions – my last escapade is now justified, and I seemed to be able to talk again with Melanie. I’m certain I didn’t get anything form her….I think…
We made one stop along the way at a gas station to get some gas and take a pit stop. It seemed that Melanie still wanted to party. She invited me into the Lady’s room, where she locked the door after dragging me in and offered me a line of coke after she did one. I don’t know what the pull to it was, but I did a line with her, and moments after pulling my hair out fraom the huge rush, I found myself leaning her over the sink and fucking her again. I loved looking down at her perfectly sculpted legs and feet, painted toes curling into her flip-flops with each thrust….Bad boy! 🙂