Enticing An Angel
occasions.
    "I'm going to take a shower," she said to
Michael, who then insisted that they save the planet by conserving
water and showering together. Melanie explained that she was all
about saving the planet, and he was certainly welcome to join her
in the bathroom. When he gave his stupid fake surprised look, as if
it were a shock that she was a conservationist, she glared at him
again; he actually had the nerve to laugh. It was barely
noticeable, but Melanie saw it.
    "Just get in the damn shower," she said as
she set her foot tapping and pointed to the small room.
    "Yes Ma'am," he replied smiling stupidly.
    They could barely fit but made do and helped
each other bathe. Michael took a little too much time with her
breasts and she shook her head.
    "We're supposed to be saving water, Mr.
Angel."
    "Well, just because I suggested conservation
doesn't make me a conservationist."
    Melanie shook her head, finished rinsing, and
left the shower. She dried off quickly while Michael finished his
rinse. When he exited the shower, Melanie took her towel and went
into her apartment; the bathroom was too small to allow multiple
people simultaneous use.
    By the time Michael emerged, she already had
her panties and a tank top on; he was still naked and casting about
for his clothes.
    "They're folded nicely over there," she said.
"Well, at least half of them are."
    "Ah, thank you." he walked across the floor
naked, and Melanie smiled as she saw his form. She remembered her
art classes and the study of the human form. Women were considered
by many to be the superior idea of beauty— their supple form, the
gentle curves. Given a choice of models, many artists would take a
woman over a man.
    The female form is beauty and grace ,
her instructed had said. The male's is obscene .
    It was his own stupid opinion, and as Melanie
watched Michael look for his clothes, she had to smile. Give her
muscles and a cock any day .
    "Michael, will you do something for me?" she
asked as she stared at his form.
    "Sure," he said absently as he found his
slacks and underwear.
    Melanie laughed. She knew that one day he
might learn to be more reserved when she made blanket requests like
that. But for the moment, he could suffer from his lack of
foresight.
    "Okay," she responded as she moved over to
him and sat on the couch. He was nearby still looking for
clothes.
    "Come here and turn around," she said.
    Now, Michael's eyes widened. The look on his
face revealed his thoughts, and Melanie smiled as comprehension
dawned. She was not asking him to buy eggs. This would be something
more intense.
    "Oh, just get over here you big baby," she
said.
    Michael eyed her warily and slowly
complied.
    "Turn around," she said as she put her finger
in the air and made a twirling motion.
    Michael turned around and now had his back to
her.
    "Okay," she said. "I'm going to bite you, so
don’t freak out."
    "Bite me?" he asked.
    "Yep, so just stay still," she said.
    Melanie had never bitten a man on his ass
before, but she had always wanted to, and today seemed like a
perfect moment. She had thought about trying it while making love,
but even then, the act seemed odd; now, it just felt right; and she
was always about doing what felt right.
    She smiled and moved her hands to his smooth
flesh. She caressed him softly and moved her mouth into his outer
cheek. Michael braved the action very well, and when she bit, he
gasped lightly. Melanie's eyes widened at his response, and she
pulled her mouth away while keeping her teeth clenched. She
released the bite well before she ripped any skin, and then moved
her hands to Michaels hips to turn him around. She smiled up to him
as he looked down to her.
    "Thanks," she said. "That was just another
wish of mine.
    "Ah, well let me know if you need anything
else."
    "Of course," she answered with a wink. "Now,
how about breakfast?"
     
    The rest of the day was spent together and
both of them found it enjoyable. Breakfast was casual

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