"Sure," I answered leaving the kitchen.

"What do you need?"

“The window in my bedroom is stuck. I think it swelled with all the humidity we've had. Can you get it up for me?"

I almost laughed at that obvious remark, but refusing to be toyed with anymore, kept my composure.

"I think I can get it up for you."

"Great!"

She remained in the doorway with just her head peering out, her hands on the doorframe. I looked at her red fingernails and wondering why she wasn't coming out when she looked down and frowned.

“Do you mind taking your boots off, I just cleaned the rugs."

I followed her gaze down to my grass stained boots and shrugged,

“Yeah, no problem."

"Thanks! I'll meet you in the kitchen!"

She slipped back in the room and closed the door. Leaning against the wall, I removed my boots, leaving them in the hallway and entered her bedroom. I headed over to the two windows across from me, then stopped when I realized the air conditioner in one of them was blasting. Why would she want me to open the window?

Nevertheless I walked over to it and was just putting my hands on the top, when I heard,

“So, what do you think, baby?"

Baby? I turned from the window and unlike the other day under the desk; 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 sauntered over to me.

The slinky black lingerie barely fell to her upper thigh and was sheer enough for me to 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,

"Get it up for me!"

“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 eye, 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."