GITJ Post 345: A Sunday at Melissa's, p3

“I, um, have a lot of paperwork to do today.”

“Paperwork?! pppfffft. Nope, haha, not happening,” Melissa laughed. “Today is our lazy Sunday together. You can do it tomorrow.”

The tall woman, whose long, wet, dark hair flowed down her back six inches longer than last night, held her lover by the underarms. His upper body was suspended above the water, and with her inhuman strength she effortlessly raised him even higher until his half-erect member bobbed in front of her. She had just saved his life from drowning which - coupled with the attention he’d just been paying to her left nipple - had turned her energy on high. The rays of meager morning sunshine which filtered through rain clouds made the surface of the water sparkle. “Paperwork can wait. Today I have you alllll to myself.”

“Uhm it’s due tonight by m-midnight…” he stuttered nervously. He’d just been caught wetly suckling her bare breast by one of his young employees. His own hair was plastered down his forehead. He felt awkward. “Gianna needs it, uh, for the st-“

Suddenly, he was flying backwards in the air, away from her, arms flailing.

<SPLASH!>

She’d just thrown him, like a sack of flour, about eight feet away. His feet hit the pool floor, just barely, in four-and-a-half feet of water. He was able to bob upwards but if he was going to breathe he would need to tread water. “Melissa..!!” he called, a new panic dramatically echoing off the glass walls of the pool enclosure. His face went under, and he pushed upwards again. “Help-p-p!!” he sputtered.

Melissa, for the moment, did not move. She noted that if he’d ever been able to swim he'd forgotten how. It was as if his body had lost the ability. While she watched his struggles he looked at her with panicked eyes as he sank under.

<blub blub blub>

She watched.

“What are you do-BLUrgK!!” he cried, surfacing again for just a second, before sinking back down. He was suddenly once again in fear for his life - in the shallows of a suburban indoor pool!

“Can you swim to me?” she asked calmly, when his face appeared again, gasping for breath.  It was quickly clear to her that he was truly traumatized and just terrified of the water, unable to coordinate even the most basic skills to save himself. He just needs to be saved, held and protected. Her bare nipples tingled, seeing him so scared and upset, causing every cell of her naked body to tell her to go to him, save him.

Casually, she waded through the water towards him. He began to reach for her, able to rise above the water for a moment in a clumsy dog-paddle. He was trying to swim to her, but he was failing. Just as she got within his reach he saw her lips part as she drew in a deep breath, taking massive amounts of air into her giant lungs. She pursed her lips, and with puffed-out cheeks just blewwww.

As if under a strong wind the surface between them roiled into waves, and with the mere force of her exhalation he was pushed back another several feet through the water, away from her. “Melissa!!” he called again in new panic, now even further from safety. What had she just done?!?

I guess I just blew you away! she giggled to herself, mischievously self-impressed. The abilities her body was collecting were adding up, and she couldn’t help but feel a wicked excitement. But, with her shrunken boyfriend nearly ready to drown again, her protective instincts began to eclipse her exhilaration and she stepped towards him once again.

It happened automatically, Melissa saw, how he reached out to her. In the new danger he'd responded by looking to her, grabbing for her. A moment later he was in her strong arms again and when he looked up he could only see approval on her face. With her holding him to her naked chest, he nuzzled into her, trying to ease his distress. He sought greater contact and she loved it.

“Don't worry mama's got you,” she cooed, gathering him up in her arms into a cradle, “you’re safe now.” Though he was still too panicked to let the significance of what she had just said to sink in, she felt it all. She stepped with him into water where he could, if he wished, now stand. She knew the water was still either too deep or too scary for him, even if he could technically reach.

She could calm him down with her perfumes, set him down, get him to relax and become more comfortable in the water. She could teach him again to swim, play little games with him if she wanted. She earnestly cared about him and wanted him happy, but in the back of her mind she was getting a dark thrill. Playing with his life with dangers that she could easily control was fun! She felt a little guilty even thinking it, but maybe, maybe it was better if he couldn’t swim, if he remained helpless. It secretly turned her on to know that she held his life in her hands and he was completely reliant on her here in the pool. Plus, he was so damn cute, in her arms like this!

Dr J., meanwhile, was on the verge of tears and having a quiet nervous breakdown. Truth be told he’d been living in the middle of one for months now. But the anxiety, at the moment, was acute. He was clearly terrified of the water, and she could sense it. Despite this, she held him in the pool, even though she knew that he needed nothing more than to be taken out, dried off, warmed up and pampered.

That can happen later, she thought, as she gazed down at his trembling form. Even in his fright, his erection was growing, and she watched it swelling before her eyes. Big boobs right near your face will do that, hm? Even though you almost just died?

Her skin buzzed. His dependence on her was like a sweet drink, a drug. She could feel it in her bones; she needed to pleasure him, show him how much he needed her. “You’re shivering, you poor thing, so afraid and tense,” she cooed down to him, stepping a bit deeper into the pool with him, “Drowning got you so worked up, hm?” In her arms, she repositioned him, now cradling his body in the warm water using only her left forearm, left hand under his bare rear. “Let me help you relax, Jay…”

Under the water, her right hand took his shaft. Nine-plus inches, so outsized on his skinny little body but a perfect fit for her large hand.

“y-y-you don’t have to…” he peeped, voice tremulous and weak, lungs shuddering with the sensation of the cool skin of her palm on his cock. He throbbed, into full tumescence, into her hand. His head and shoulders crested the surface, resting against her upper arm. The rest of him was submerged in her cradle of an embrace.

“Nonsense,” she smiled, as slowly she began to stroke his member under the water, “Me rescuing you got you all horny, didn’t it? You’re feeling weak, and needy, and you're mine to take care of. My responsibility. And you like that…”

That brought a whine of complaint from him, but she just tutted him into silence. Like a mother caring for a sick child, she held him, while as a lover swimming in her ardor she gave him a gentle, underwater hand job while he nuzzled and looked up at her. “That's right, that’s right baby,” she purred, “just relax, relax and enjoy this. I’ve got you, Melissa’s got you…”

As she stroked him, she felt the urge to turn his head to her nipple, but as if on instinct he started doing it himself. Oh, good boy, she thought as she watched him root his face around, into her breast, you’re learning. His eyes never left hers, looking up at her, but with a little bit of her help his mouth finally found her aureole and took her in to start to suck. “Oh, baby, that feels good,” she groaned, “suck on me like that…” Her strokes up and down his solid shaft, under the warm water, became even firmer and at the same time more tender. She knew the pace he needed, instinctively, and was gently bringing him closer and closer to relieving his first climax of the day. His face at her breast, their eyes locked in devoted adoration, the connection between Melissa and Dr. J was becoming stronger and stronger. On levels greater than the physical. Greater than the emotional. Greater than the psychological. Planes that couples only found themselves on as they fell deeper and deeper in love.

Melissa was bonding him to herself, with every stroke, with every kiss, with every giggle. Warmth grew in her belly, urges she hadn’t felt before began to bud. “Yes, good boy, good boy,” she urged, as she felt him start to groan, to tighten, to tense. His climax was imminent. His mouth had begun to fail at her breast, and she allowed him to whine and shake, his eyes fluttering as - “come on, come on, it’s okay…come for me…” -  finally he jerked, in her arms, and released into the pool. His whole body spasmed, and she grinned proudly. “That’s right, that’s right baby..!” she praised him, “right into the water, right into the pool.” Fill it up, honey, fill it up with your little swimmers. I’ll help you.

She coaxed him through, her hand controlling his body and its throes. Her hand milked him, cock emptying its opalescent offering of brine into the crystal clear water. She watched it swirling in serpentine spirals, seething and surging in a stream of thick, ropy come. She heard him moan, with each throb, and as they waned so did his voice. Quieter, and quieter and quieter he grew, there in her arms, until-

“Sweetie, are you asleep?” she asked, looking down at him and seeing his mouth slack, his eyes closed. He’d nodded off. Oh, my god, how adorable! She giggled, proud of herself again in her abilities to satisfy her man. She gathered him up again, without waking him, into a cradling, two-armed embrace, snuggling him to her gently. She watched his face as he slept, as he maybe dreamed, head resting on her big left breast. The water was warm, the air was humid. Mist thickened the air outside and fogged the windows of the room. The two of them, together, she thought, were ready to bring magic to the world.

After some tender time - How long? Ten minutes? - he began to stir again. His eyes fluttered open to find himself across her lap. She’d settled herself, with him, on a poolside lounger and had covered him with a towel. As he came to, she began to speak to him, to giggle and coo. He responded well, smiling at her as well. She promised breakfast nom-noms, she promised more snuggles. They had all Sunday together, just the two of them. Aren’t you excited?

He had started to shiver. You’re still all wet, chilly. She stood him up in front of her, as she sat at the end of the lounge chair. She towel dried him, dutifully, clucking and cooing as she scrubbed at his messy head of hair and looked to dress him. Clothes of his had been discarded last night and still lay like rags at the pool’s edge, but the smudges and smears of lipstick on his shirt and (are those teeth marks?) rips in his boxer shorts made them useless. “Those girls…!” Melissa giggled, picturing clearly in her mind how this happened during one of the hive frenzies last night, women trying to get as much of his scent as they could, “They all really like you…”

I want to save those shorts for my shelves.

She’d bundled him in towels, one over his shoulders, one around his waist, and smiled up at him from her seat. She had also wrapped a towel around her shapely torso. He seemed upset, possibly distracted by something. She asked if he was okay, and he asked about his phone.

“Stay right here,” she directed, dazzling him with a megawatt smile, and he watched as she dropped her towel and took a dive back into the pool. In a moment she’d resurfaced, and was climbing the ladder from the deep end. She’d retrieved his phone, from the bottom of the deep end.

With a strange grin she handed it to him...

...and then grabbed a towel to wrap around her hourglass torso. Not only had the phone been submerged all night, but the screen was horribly cracked, water obviously inside. His dismay was silent but obvious as he tried everything, pushing buttons, but his phone was unusable now. In a different life this would not have been a big deal, but these days he could barely afford groceries. So he wouldn’t have a phone until-

“Don’t worry sweetie, I’ll buy you a new one,” she promised, as she scrubbed her own hair with a fresh towel, breasts jiggling, “I can put you on my plan.”  She listened as he offered his meager little arguments, meager little complaints, responding to what he took as another ignominy. In her mind he was still obviously too uncomfortable with her giving him money, the idea of her covering his expenses, but she explained how it made perfect sense. “Plus, I like paying your bills,” she giggled, as she wrapped the towel around her head, like a turban, “Makes me feel like the man of the house!” Plus, that way I can bind you even closer to me, make you more dependent. I’ll own you even more completely.

“Uhhh…” he began, but she stifled his protests.

“You just need to accept how things are now,” she said tenderly as - to drive home her point - she crouched down and gathered him in her arms. Cradling him to straddle her left hip, she began to carry him naked from the room, feeling her sense of possessiveness deepen. He was hers, her responsibility, hers to protect. So despite her blitheness, Melissa couldn't ignore this growing sense of guilt eating away at her, that she was to blame. He had almost drowned because he was left on his own! She let him out of her sight and it nearly cost him his life. I am never letting that happen again, little man.

“Wh-where are we going?” he asked, as she shut the glass door behind them. He could tell she felt bad for what had just happened and was now over-compensating, spoiling him with sweetness as she beat herself up in her head,but he couldn’t, ignore the feeling that there was another part of her that was thrilled and excited to save him and demonstrate her strength in the face of his abject weakness.

“Upstairs,” she answered. Her mind wandered as she carried him through the great room, taking her first step towards the second floor. She began to imagine other dangerous situations she could save him from. I could catch you falling from a tall building. Or save you from the train trac-

“Y-yeah I see that,” he replied, “Why?”

“We’re going to warm you up in the shower,” she answered, climbing the staircase with him in her arms.

She felt him shiver in her arms at the mention of water. He snuggled closer to her. Afraid.

This really did a number on you didn't it? <giggle!>

He looked up at her.

Good.

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Thanks so much to ResistanceIsFutile, who’s been such a huge help with getting these chapters polished up.