29 What's Your Name?

She moved a little, her mouth still over his, a tongue rammed down his throat; her nose touching his, inadvertently plugging his nostrils and suffocating him for a moment, just long enough for Melvin to think, "I can't breathe!" It was the move of someone who was not used to what she was doing. Then she moved again, placing her forehead on his, her eyes looking deep into his own. Her eyes were such a light blue they almost looked clear.

Her hands slipped under Melvin's shirt and rubbed his chest. Then they were at his belt, at the buttons of his pants, fluttering into his boxers and taking his cock in a gentle grip. As much as she seemed inexperienced at making out, her hands were a different story altogether. Melvin gasped as she began to work him, her hand sliding up and down, jerking him off, pausing to tickle or play with his balls. Her hands were magic; they knew where to be and what to touch without having to be told.

"Do you like that?" she said, her fingers flittering along the shaft of Melvin's rock hard cock. He licked his lips, tried to answer but nothing came out, and then he took a breath and tried again.

"Yeah," he moaned. It was only one word, but it seemed to take a lot of effort for him. How had he gotten in this position? Making out with a complete stranger, getting a hand job from someone he barely knew. He supposed this was something he'd have to get used to after taking the witch's potion. The witch had told him that women were going to be eating out of his hands, but he hadn't expected anything like this. The woman smiled at him.

"I can tell," she said. "I can tell you love it in your eyes." Melvin's tongue worked in his mouth, preparing itself, so he could speak again. It was going to be more difficult this time because he wanted to say more than one word. An entire sentence actually. He tensed his muscles and forced it out.

"What's your name?" he said with a tremendous effort. The woman stopped stroking his cock a moment and blinked, one hand around him, the other cupping his sack, as her senses came back to her. She realized that she hadn't even told Melvin her name; she'd basically just ran in and started to **** him without the courtesy of introducing herself.