The Perfect Mistake

Walk of Shame

Melissa and the stranger stumbled into the apartment clumsily. Melissa was eager. While they were kissing, she was already making moves of removing his shirt. He pulled away then pulled the shirt over his head quickly. Melissa took the opportunity to slip out of her dress then they resumed the heated kissing.

They looked ridiculous. A half naked guy in cool shoes and a girl in her underwear with heels on. But it didn't matter to them. All they wanted was to get even closer to each other.

The stranger led Melissa to what she presumed was his bedroom and they stumbled just as clumsily into it. He snapped her bra open and Melissa slipped out of the straps impatiently. She started on his pants, their mouths still on each other's.

He held her hands and they let go of each other. He started unbuttoning the pants but she stopped him..

"Let me," she said, placing her hand on his fly.

"Go ahead," the stranger said and she swallowed, a bit impatient.

She unbuttoned the pants, then slowly unzipped them, looking up at him to gauge his reaction. She dragged down the pants and waited for him to step out of them before pulling off his boxers.

As soon as she pulled them down, his d**k sprung up against his stomach and Melissa gasped. He was already rock hard and ready. She held it in both her hands then on impulse, wrapped her lips around him.

She looked up at him as she started bobbing her head up and down, making sure to gently scrape with her teeth. Then she took it out of her mouth, sighing breathlessly and used the saliva the d**k was coated in to stroke it. It was so thick in girth that she had to wrap both her hands around it.

She watched the guy's face as she was doing this, loving the fact that she had that much control over him. She engulfed his d**k with her mouth again and this time around, laid her hand on his balls.

She felt them tightening, but before he could release, the stranger dragged her up. He kissed her, their teeth clashing with her hands in his hair, and his on her ass.

All of a sudden, he pushed her to the bed. She fell with a gasp, and as she was about to sit up, he dragged her legs to the edge of the bed and spread them wide.

He dragged her panties down slowly, and when he removed them fully, stared at her p***y for a few seconds.

Then he put his middle finger on her clit and massaged it slowly. Melissa let out a slow but loud moan and shuddered.

"Please.." Melissa said, not even knowing what she was begging for.

The stranger didn't respond vocally. But his next move was to slowly insert his finger into her hole. Melissa closed her eyes and threw her head back.

"I did this?" he asked with a playful tilt to his voice, and she chuckled breathlessly.

"Shut up you i***t," she replied, then gasped as soon as he shoved another finger in.

"Oh my God."

He added a third finger and she found herself unable to open her eyes. He started thrusting his fingers really hard. All you could hear in the quiet room were her loud moans and the sloppy sounds his fingers were making.

As soon as she was about to c*m, he removed his fingers. She opened eyes.

"What–! f**k you," she whined and he laughed.

"Gladly," was all he said, then Melissa heard the rustling of the condom wrapper. Or at least she thought she did.

Then he wrapped his arms around Melissa's thighs and dragged her further towards the edge of the bed. Without a warning, he shoved his d**k in and she could not help the loud moan that she let out.

"You're so f*****g tight for me baby," the guy let out and Melissa couldn't help but let out another moan, her p***y walls involuntarily clenching around his d**k.

As soon as Melissa got adjusted to his size, he started thrusting in earnest, holding on to her thighs tightly. Her breath was choppy and she could hear the sloppy sounds her wet p***y was making.

"Damn baby, you feel so f*****g good," he said then increased his tempo.

"Oh my God yes" Melissa moaned throwing her head back.

"You like that? You like when I pound you like those" he grunted and Melissa moaned in response.

"Oh God yes. Right there!"

"Yes baby, clench that p***y," he said then slapped her ass. Melissa's eyes rolled back and she dug her fingers into the flesh of his back.

"Oh my God. Omigod. Oh my God, oh my god I'm going to cum." Melissa screamed the last part, her orgasm coming upon her without any warning.

The stranger slid his d**k out of her p***y and asked her to kneel on the bed. Melissa got on to her weak legs and before she had the time to stabilize herself, he had shoved his d**k into her p***y again.

Soon enough Melissa was cumming again, and if her stranger's loud grunts were any indication, he was too. He slumped on her and they lay there for a while, both of them breathing heavily.

***

The next morning Melissa woke up a bit disconcerted. She did not recognize her surroundings and her head was pounding.

She looked next to her on the bed and saw a man, one whom she recognized as the one from last night and she gulped. There was no way she was in the bed next to him and “unsexed”.

Melissa knew they had had s*x the previous night. She was naked under the covers (she had checked) and her coochie was feeling particularly sore, a soreness that was practically never there.

She looked at the man sleeping next to her and gulped. Last night she had been too wasted to look at him carefully and the lights in the club were too wishy-washy.

He was still deep asleep, that much was apparent. His mouth was slightly open and his dark hair was tousled from sleep, or her probably. His torso was not covered and it was a fine sight.

Melissa sighed and looked away. She had told herself she would not sleep with anyone, just let loose and get some alcohol into her body but here she was. Lying in a strange bed, next to a strange man with no clothes on and in a strange room.

She got out of the bed, careful not to wake the man next to her up. She really didn't want that awkward yeah, last night was fun even though I don't remember much of it but I'm Melissa. That was really not her thing.

She got dressed quickly. And after finding her purse, tried to fix her hair as well as she could with one hand. She proceeded to wipe off the excess makeup with wipes she always kept in her bag, then she was good to go.

After one last look at the man in bed, Melissa picked up her shoes and tiptoed out of the room, praying it was not one of those houses with eighteen unnecessary rooms and twenty five more hallways.

Luckily for her, it was quick to find the front door. After putting on her GPS and locating herself, she called an Uber and waited anxiously.

Soon enough, it arrived and she got in, avoiding the man's judgemental stares. She was a woman and she was allowed to make her walk, or rather ride of “shame” in peace, was she not?

“What?” she asked crossly and he looked away and concentrated on what he was supposed to be doing, driving.

Melissa sighed and took out her phone. She turned it on and braced herself for the messages she was going to see from Michael.

And messages they were. He was like an overprotective mother hen. And he had left 5 messages, 2 voicemails and called 3 times. Melissa sighed then sent him a text telling him she was alright.

She knew he was going to call as soon as he got the text but she didn't really care. She was not going to answer anyways.

Melissa sighed. Instead of the ecstatic feeling she had been expecting after a night out, she had gotten a headache and an embarrassing walk of shame. Not really the ideal morning after. But anything was better than staying there and having to face that guy when he woke up.

As handsome as he was, Melissa hated awkward situations. And she knew that one was going to be awkward. So very awkward.