towards her and kissed her. She immediately opened herself up to me. There was no resistance. Our mouths opened and her tongue snaked out to touch mine. I broke the kiss and pulled away.
The elevator stopped and we got out.
"I'm not a lesbian," I said lamely. "I'm married..."
"I know, you told me," she said, still smiling that odd smile.
"Are you?"
"No."
"But you've been with other women?"
"Yes."
The silence closed over us and we walked to my room. I opened the door and we went in.
"Nice room!" she exclaimed.
It was indeed and I was glad for the second bedroom. I needed to go to sleep and sober up.
"You can have that bedroom over there," I said, pointing. "It even has its own TV."
I watched Emily check it out and was glad for the door that would separate us both that night. She thanked me again, used the bathroom and then settled into her room. The door shut and I heard the TV go on. I sighed with relief and sat at the desk where my laptop waited. Even though it was late and I was tired, tipsy and a bit horny, I needed to check email. At least it would take my mind off the thoughts that were running through my brain.
I sat there for an hour and immersed my mind in work. I hadn't bothered to undress yet and I began to feel uncomfortable in my skirt and blouse. Eventually I shut off the laptop and stared out the window for a while.
"Jen?" said a soft voice.
I snapped out of it and turned around. Emily stood there in her tank top. I could tell she had taken off her bra as her breasts had a pointy look to them. My mouth went dry.
"What is it Emily?" I asked, fighting for composure.
"Are you ok?"
"Oh, sure...was just finishing up some work."
"Ok, I'm just going to use the bathroom again," she said.
And when she turned around, her top rode up and I saw that she was wearing a thong. Her firm ass was displayed to me for a few seconds before the bathroom door closed. Sweet Jesus, I muttered. I gulped some water from the bottle on the desk and stood there and waited for her to come out.
When she did I could now see the nipples poking the thin white material of her shirt. She said nothing and walked towards me until she was only inches away.
"Why don't you undress?" she whispered.
I looked at her slightly slanted eyes; they were so dark, just like her hair. I realized I could smell her shampoo. She smelled so clean, so fresh. Her mouth was wide and sensual. I didn't dare look down at those breasts.
"I'll help you," she said, sensing my paralysis.
She brought her hands up to the buttons of my blouse and began to carefully undo them as if the simple action of unbuttoning would injure me. I stood stock still with my arms limply at my sides. Emily's head was bent as she set about unfastening each button. When she reached the waist of my skirt she pulled the blouse out and finished. At last she spread the blouse open and tugged it gently so that it fell away from me.
Emily's eyes gazed at my breasts which were encased by a white lacy bra, but she didn't touch them. I wanted her to touch them so very badly but I was unable to speak.
"Let me take off your skirt now. Turn around."
Somehow I was able to move. It was like I could only obey her commands but not my own. I felt her warm hands unhook the clasp and unzip the zipper. The skirt crumpled to the floor. I stood there in my bra, panties and thigh-high stockings.
"Turn around again."
I did.
"You're very beautiful," she said. "I love your blond hair and your white skin."
Her voice dripped like honey.
"May I touch you?" she asked - the very essence of politeness.
"Yes."
Emily brought her hands to my breasts and cupped them. I was probably two cup sizes larger than her and I could tell she was fascinated. I shut my eyes as she squeezed them. I moaned when her fingernails scraped over my hardening nipples. I wished I could shed the bra just then but she was enjoying teasing me.
She lowered her head to kiss the tops of my breasts and her hands slid down my back to cup my ass. Again there was silky material between her hands and my skin but it still felt delicious. I knew I was dripping wet by then. Finally she moved her lips away and stood there gazing at me.
"Do you want to see me naked?" she asked.
"Do you even have to ask?" I gasped.
She laughed and pulled the tank top over her head and placed it on the bed. She was clad in only her thong. I gazed at her smallish breasts which were unaffected by gravity. The nipples were puffy and so soft looking.
"Oh my god," I said.
"Shall we go on the bed?"
I nodded and pulled away the covers so there would be nothing on us. I wanted nothing to obscure that hot sexy body that was about to lay with me. I couldn't believe what was happening after all this time.
We lay on the bed and I let her be in control again. Clearly she knew what she wanted and it was easier to let her lead. I was badly out of practice.
Gently she pushed me so that I was lying on my back and she tucked a few pillows under my head so that the top part of my body was propped up. Everything was done slowly, carefully and sensually. Satisfied I was in the correct position, she lowered her body down to cover mine. She was light and it wasn't uncomfortable. I wanted to kiss her, but she had other intentions.
Emily moved so that her mouth was level with my breasts. She really was interested in them, I thought. But I didn't have a problem with that. They were aching with a need to be touched.
"Do you want me to take off my bra?" I asked.
"No."
Instead, she pushed the material up and over my nipples. They were so hard they hurt. I closed my eyes and waited for her sweet mouth to envelope them. At first I felt her tongue as it lapped around the hard nub of flesh but it wouldn't actually touch the nipple itself. God, she was teasing me. She kept it up for what seemed like hours until I was moaning for more. At last she stopped and the next thing I felt was teeth as she gently nipped me. I cried out and thought I would cum right then and there.
"Emily...what the fuck are you doing to me?" I gasped.
"Enjoying you," she said and bit the other nipple.
Instantly a sensation of pleasure traveled like lightning down to my pussy and it pulsed once.
"Keep that up and I'll cum," I warned.
She said nothing and began to lick my nipples instead. Her smooth soft tongue lapped my breasts from one nipple back to the other one. I began to relax a little and enjoy the sensations. How I missed the gentleness of a woman's tongue. Jeff was excellent in bed, but he didn't have the touch that was I enjoying now. No doubt Emily was experienced.
I opened my eyes to gaze at her. Her head was buried between my tits and her long hair was tickling my stomach and sides. She still wore her thong, I noticed, but I had a perfect view of her ass. I moaned as my eyes traveled over her long legs that were spread impossibly wide. My pussy throbbed uncontrollably and I could feel the juices soaking the material that still covered it. Emily sucked harder and my eyes shut again.
"Ohhhhh...fuck," I moaned. "Emily...please, you need to give me relief," I said, practically begging. |
