Melissa and the Mystery Man

Just then there was a buzzing and I realised I hadn’t switched on the receiver in Melissa’s bag. It was time to turn on the toys! I wheeled myself over to my net book and powered up. A couple of minutes later I was looking at a screen displaying photographs taken every five seconds by the hidden camera in Melissa’s bag. The five second delay gave the presentation a feel of an old movie. And then the sound came through, a slight delay from when the words were spoken to my receiving them. With the lack of continuous pictures the sound lag didn’t matter, unlike if I was watching tv or something.

It was small talk at first, Melissa and a couple of the other pole dancers at her lap dancing club. The two girls looked super hot in their skimpy dance outfits, one girl dressed as a cow girl with a very sexy Stetson hat and the other in a lycra bodysuit with a strap over one shoulder only. They were both sex on a stick desirable. Then Melissa must have been working because suddenly there was no sign of anyone, just an empty changing room and the sound was dead.

I was bored and so I went back to my daily voyeurism, looking out across the courtyard for signs of interesting activity, preferably sexy stuff though given how bored I was a simple small scale domestic would have given me something to take my mind of the long hours stuck in a chair. There was nothing much doing but then the microphone crackled back into life and I picked up the computer and scanned the images displayed on the screen at five second intervals. Melissa and the girls. The girls changing into other outfits. Melissa leaving and taking her bag with her of course. Small talk as she is leaving, couple of guys trying to hit on her, nothing to worry about there but... wait, that picture, familiar... It’s the mystery man and he’s linking arms with my girl. No sight of Marilyn... yet.

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They got into a cab and mystery man wasted no time in getting close to Melissa. One arm around her back, the other hand stroking her cheek, and holding her chin, angling her mouth so that he can kiss her, sensuously, his kisses wet and wanton. He slipped his hand down the front of her loose dress, cupping her breast and pulling down her dress so that her bosoms were exposed. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

I was uncomfortable with what I was seeing and hearing but I couldn’t stop looking...

More from Melissa and the Mystery Man tomorrow in this Silk Stocking Story.