Loading...Brian pushed against the large revolving doors, his laptop case slung over one shoulder. Coming out the other side, he thought the building was even quieter and emptier than normal. The tiny shops on either side of the wide concourse were closed, as was always the case at seven thirty in the morning. Ahead, the escalator hummed as one unused step after other rose to the second floor.
Beyond that, towering displays and advertisements in the middle of the floor blocked Brian’s view of his ultimate goal: the coffee shop that would provide his much needed latte. Soon the distant lights of the shop were visible. Two customers—one coming and one going—were the only other people in sight.
Brian approached the shop with slightly more liveliness than usual because he found it nearly impossible to take his eyes off the customer in line. She had thick, brown hair down to her shoulders. She wore a top that hugged her thin body and a tight skirt that flared out below the knees, flapper-style.
He watched her fumble in her purse while he walked up behind her. The young girl behind the counter was preparing a drink and bagel. Meanwhile, the woman in the tight skirt frantically dug through her purse. She looked up at Brian.
If he was interested before, Brian was now totally entranced. Her large, green eyes were encircled by long, dark lashes, resulting in a doll-like appearance.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said in an exasperated tone. “Go ahead. I can’t find my money.”
She waved Brian ahead with one hand. He was tempted to say he’d wait, but she had turned away to put her purse on the counter.
The girl behind the counter looked at Brian. He said, “Large chai latte. And I’ll pay for hers.”
The woman next to him looked up.
“No. Really. I’ll find it…,” she said.
“It’s OK,” Brian said. “It’s happened to me.”
When the orders were ready, Brian handed the girl a ten dollar bill and waited for change. The green-eyed beauty looked embarrassed as she closed her purse and reached for her food.
“Thank you. But you shouldn’t have,” she said.
Brian backed away from the counter with his drink. The woman looked at him in earnest for the first time and a faint smile appeared.
“I could buy you lunch to make up for it,” she said in a delicate voice.
They began slowly walking toward the same exit. The woman’s youthful face once again captured all his attention. After a long pause, he said, “You could. And I’d probably agree.”
“The Galleria? At Noon?”
“I can do that,” Brian said.
“My name’s Emily.”
“Brian. Glad to meet you.”
With full hands, they exchanged wide grins instead of handshakes.
“Thanks for rescuing me, Brian,” Emily said as they continued their walk.
“It was the only way I knew to get my lunch paid for,” Brian said.
Emily giggled. “Works every time?”
“Almost. And just so you know, I would have made a man find his money,” Brian said.
Again, Emily’s light laughter echoed in the nearly empty concourse. Brian watched her hair sway as she walked. He guessed her age to be about thirty. She had already correctly estimated him to be in his late forties. He was easily five inches taller, although she was not short by any means. Emily’s entire presence seemed to mesmerize him.
“Well, I do appreciate it. I know I shoved a five in there this morning,” she tried to explain.
“Just find it by noon,” Brian answered.
They passed through the revolving door and were on the sidewalk when they realized they were going opposite directions.
“See you at the Galleria,” she said.
“Noon,” he said.
They went their separate ways. But neither of them went very long the rest of the morning without thinking of the other. Emily wondered if she’d just set up a lunch date with a convicted felon. Brian wondered if she only did it because she was embarrassed and felt obligated. They both felt more nervous than expected because of a definite, but unspoken, attraction to each other.
At eleven forty five, Emily was standing in front of a mirror in the ladies room, applying makeup and brushing her hair as if readying for the most important job interview she’d ever had. She found herself frowning at the fact her top had no buttons, denying her one of her favorite pastimes: flashing her ample cleavage.
She ran her hands down the length of her skirt, attempting needlessly to straighten a skirt that was already taut. With one last sideways glance at her ass, she exited the bathroom.
Brian spent considerably less time preparing. He ran his fingers through his hair as he opened the door to the Galleria, a large restaurant with cafeteria-style lines in the middle and seating around the outside.
Emily, and her impish grin, was waiting just inside.
“Hi. I’m glad you decided to come,” she said.
Brian looked surprised. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“I’ve been stood up before.”
They began walking towards the end of the salad and sandwich line.
“Certainly not when you were buying, I hope,” Brian said.
“Well, OK. Never then. But only because I don’t do this every day,” Emily said. “And is this line OK?”
“Fine with me,” Brian agreed. “So, what do you do? For a living, I mean.”
“I’m a paralegal.”
“Really?” Brian said.
Emily looked up at him. “You’re surprised?”
“I would have guessed swimsuit model.”
She slapped him on the arm lightly. “Yeah, right.”
“One more fantasy down the drain—having lunch bought by a swimsuit model.”
“If I don’t meet your specifications…,” Emily said.
Brian jumped in during her pause. “Oh, you do. I’m sure you’re a fine paralegal. But you’d make a better swimsuit model.”
Despite her deep tan, Emily’s blush was obvious. “How about you?” she asked.
“Well, obviously, I’m a male swimsuit model.” He waited for her look of skepticism, and then added, “How about marketing director for a bank?”
Emily looked at him. “OK. Even if it’s not true, it’s impressive. And I’m surprised you still have a job.”
“Yeah. It’s been a tough couple years.”
It was their time to order. Emily got a large Caesar salad and Brian ordered a Reuben.
“Well, that explains your figure,” he said.
Emily scoffed at the remark. “What figure?”
She handed the cashier a debit card—not from Brian’s bank—and was handed a number. Together, they sought out a seat to wait delivery of the food. Whether by design or luck, Emily took them to a fairly secluded spot in the corner.
During the ensuing small talk, Brian took another inventory of his new friend’s features. Her hair seemed even fuller and more luscious to him than before; her bright eyes were not dimmed by the low light of the corner table; her high cheek bones and thin lips were those of a younger woman; and, the curve of her breasts hinted at a body built for love.
The discussion, and Brian’s daydreaming, was cut short momentarily by the arrival of lunch. But before the meal was over, Emily had learned that Brian was divorced for two years. Brian learned that Emily was single and in town for one week while she helped out on a big case.
“I don’t suppose you need a condo to stay in while you’re here?” Brian asked.
Emily smiled. “Sorry. They put me in a hotel.”
“Maybe next time,” he offered.
“Maybe.”
Emily loved his quick, dry humor, not to mention the rugged maturity of his face. Not once during the hour-long lunch did he make anything close to an inappropriate sexual remark, although the not-so-veiled invitation to stay at his place could have been considered borderline. She found his overall demeanor very refreshing.
So, she was not the least bit taken aback when he said, “If I’m not mistaken, my lunch cost considerably more than your breakfast. I think I owe you dinner to make up for it.”
She tried to hide her obvious amusement in his continuation of the game. She said, “OK, but you have to choose. I’ve been here one day and this is the only place I know.”
“Where are you staying?” he asked.
“The Wyndham.”
“Very nice,” Brian said. He thought for a second. “There’s a steak house around the corner from there called Albert’s. I’m sure they serve salads. Sound OK?”
Emily likely would have said ‘Yes’ to Quiznos. “Sounds marvelous.”
“What time?” Brian asked.
After only a slight hesitation, Emily said, “Seven?”
“Meet you there?”
“I’ll be there,” she said. “Bring your credit card.”
Brian laughed and felt an excitement he hadn’t felt in, well, two years. In just five hours, his world had basically shrunk to the space surrounding the beautiful young woman sitting across from him. All he wanted to think about was her. All he wanted to do was be with her. One more time that day, it would happen.
Time seemed to stand still for both of them as they attempted to work their way through the day with the evening’s plans always on their minds. Emily was more experienced in dating than Brian and, therefore, should have been the least anxious. But the age difference between her and Brian could not be discounted. Did he expect more from her because of her youth? Less? Should she act older? Younger?
Brian never sought out women Emily’s age. He knew a few at work, but their immaturity put him off. Was it all in his mind? Was he really just too old to understand a thirty year old woman? Why did Emily accept his invitation?
With all the questions still unanswered, the work day came to an end and Emily walked back to the hotel while Brian drove home to change. Emily stopped at the front desk and asked about Albert’s. She found out two things: It was expensive and it was a good thing she decided to pack a formal dress.
Emily wasted little time getting in the shower, knowing that it would take her a while to get ready afterwards. Her mind was hard at work as she washed, imagining every possible scenario: from the two of them wishing the meal would quickly end so they could part; to a scene in a darkened room with two bodies under the covers rolling together in ecstasy.
Emily’s hand lingered between her legs as the thought of her and Brian making love became clearer and clearer. Only when her body started to react in an all-too-familiar manner did she come back to reality and get out of the shower. She dried in front of the mirror, analyzing every inch of her body as the towel progressed downward.
More questions came to mind: Did he prefer large or small breasts? Was she too short? Were her hips too big? Were her thighs too fat?
Then another question surfaced. Did any of it matter?
Maybe they’d eat, say ‘Good night’, and it would be over. That idea depressed Emily. Far too often, that was how it ended. But she had a good feeling about this one, for whatever reason. Maybe she was just that desperate.
Brian was changing into a comfortable shirt and sports coat. He showered and dressed in the amount of time it took Emily to shower.
Emily opened the very small hotel room closet and looked at the single formal dress hanging at the end of the rack. She stared at it as if attempting to instill some magical powers in the simple, black garment. Eventually, she pulled it off the hangar and spread it out on top of the bed. Satisfied that there were no wrinkles that needed immediate attention, she walked to the dresser and looked for the bra that went with the dress.
The fairly deep neckline called for a small, but supportive, bra that would finally allow Emily to show off what she considered her best physical attributes. Pantyhose offered the additional support she really didn’t need below.
She wasn’t a big user of makeup, but this was an occasion where the right combination was essential. She spent twice as much time as usual on her face. When that was done, her hair took several more minutes to get right.
Emily stood in front of the mirror, dressed and made up, with only a few minutes to spare. She adjusted the two inch wide straps on her dress and stood at every conceivable angle to view herself. The gentle curve inwards at her waist and subsequent outward curl of her hips and ass met with her approval. The wide hem of the dress hung elegantly at her knees. Her stylish heeled shoes matched the outfit perfectly.
She was ready.
Emily’s first indication that she made the right choice occurred at the front door to the hotel. As she passed through the lobby, every eye was on her. She could almost feel the gazes of the men as she walked through the heavy door held open by the admiring young valet. She let her little purse swing freely as she walked, but that’s not what the men were looking at.
Brian didn’t expect her to be late. Something about her character made him believe she was a person who showed up on time and expected the same from her date. So, he wasn’t surprised when she entered the restaurant at three minutes past seven.
He WAS surprised, pleasantly, by her stunning appearance. She hardly looked like the same woman who couldn’t find her money almost twelve hours earlier. It wasn’t just the height added by the heels, or the way she had her hair, or the magnificent black dress with the swooping neckline, or the makeup. It was all of those in one package.
Emily smiled at his somewhat perplexed look.
“Hi,” she said softly.
“Hi,” he answered. Brian’s eyes wandered quickly up and down. “You look…incredible.”
“Thank you.” Her natural shyness surfaced once more. “I wasn’t sure what was appropriate.”
“Let me tell you. THAT is always appropriate,” he said, nodding at her dress.
“Are you hungry?” she asked.
He fought the urge to associate the question with her body. Instead, he turned toward the hostess and said, “Absolutely. I think we’re ready.”
Brian’s ex-wife was not an exceptionally pretty woman. He was not used to walking through a restaurant with the head of every male turning to look at his date. It amused him, in a way, to watch their reaction to her fluid movement. Emily truly seemed to float as she walked.
They were seated. Brian asked Emily if she had a favorite drink. They settled on a pinot grigio wine. Both of them thought, individually, that the last thing they needed was to lose control because of alcohol. They would be sensible, or at least try to be.
Once established into a discussion of how their respective afternoons went, Brian had his first chance to take in the beauty of her body and the tasteful teasing nature of her dress. Clearly, her breasts were more than ample, with that splendid mixture of youthful firmness and mature fullness.
Her skin, from her forehead down to her cleavage, was flawless. A dark, but natural, tan added luster to the already perfect texture. Every inch of her—that he could see—begged to be touched and caressed.
The main course arrived before discussion of personal lives began. Emily admitted to being a fan of all things ‘reality’, smooth jazz, Wii Fit, and sailing. She left out her love of casinos, fearing a conservative Brian might lecture her in return.
Brian concentrated on books and movies, assuming the younger female probably could care less about sports and his favorite casino slot machines.
“Do you date a lot?” Brian asked.
“Not as much as I’d like to,” she declared. “Maybe I’m too picky. Or ugly.”
Brian almost choked on his potatoes. “Too picky, perhaps. Don’t lose sleep over the looks, OK? But how picky can you be if you go to dinner with me?”
“I let my guard down. If you prefer, I won’t let it happen again.”
“No. I like you with your guard down,” he said. “Please let it happen again.”
“Do you pick up women at coffee shops often?”
“Not as often as I’d like,” he said, watching for her response. “Most of my dates are friends of friends. It rarely works.”
Emily nodded. She could relate to the added pressure of dating somebody who knows somebody you know. Without a doubt, everything that happens…or doesn’t happen…makes it back to the mutual friend, with sometimes dire consequences.
“What are you looking for in a woman?” Emily asked to Brian’s surprise.
He studied her for a moment, realizing he was staring straight at the correct answer to her question. But he wasn’t foolish enough to even try it. Instead, he said, “Maturity; looks; a sense of humor; intelligence.”
After a short pause, he added, “Wealth.”
Emily giggled. “Then why did you invite me to dinner?”
“Four out of five ain’t bad.”
She smiled. “This is why I like men your age. Looks are just one of many factors for you.”
“I didn’t say I listed them in the correct order,” Brian said.
“So my intelligence won you over.”
“God knows it wasn’t your wealth,” he said.
Emily laughed.
He said, “Your turn. List all the picky things you look for.”
“I like your list. But I would add sincerity. Truthfulness. I’m tired of being lied to.”
Her somber expression indicated the seriousness of her statement. A brief silence followed as they ate.
“Would you believe me if I told you you were a strikingly beautiful young woman who is a lot of fun to be around?”
Emily’s heart pounded and she had to stop eating. The impact of the sentence caused her to lean back in her chair and look up at Brian. Her wide eyes sparkled.
“That’s the nicest thing anybody ever said to me. Thank you, Brian.”
He thought he heard her voice trembling. But his intent wasn’t to throw her off. He was simply stating the truth, as he saw it. The words were almost as difficult for him to say as they were for Emily to comprehend.
“I can’t imagine anybody with an opportunity to be with you blowing the chance by lying,” Brian said.
“Well, trust me. I’ve heard it all.”
With each passing minute, the novelty of being with a man like Brian pleased Emily more and more. He spoke frankly. He looked her in the eyes when he talked…and when he didn’t talk. He was polite and funny.
She uncrossed her legs to change positions in the seat and accidentally kicked him under the table.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, but the brief contact sent a chill through her body. That single touching of her foot on his leg was enough to cause her stomach to jump. Deep inside, she wanted to touch him again; really touch him.
Emily thought for a moment about what would happen after the meal was paid for. She decided to be proactive.
“What are your plans after dinner?” she asked.
“I have none.”
“Would you come back to the hotel with me so we can talk some more?” Emily asked shyly.
“Sure, if you think you can stand being with me.”
“I can stand it. Thanks.”
Both had a strange combination of feelings after that. They were relieved that the uncomfortable situation of what to do as they left the restaurant was resolved. But, the anticipation of what would ultimately happen was palpable. Neither one of them ordered dessert, for fear of not being able to eat it due to nerves.
Brian signed for the meal and put his credit card back in his wallet. Emily watched silently. And then said, “I think you’re ahead again. I owe you.”
Brian looked up at her. “I think we’re out of meals, aren’t we?”
Emily smiled. “I’ll have to think of something.”
Their eyes met and the attraction between them took another giant leap forward. A day’s worth of yearning was reaching a critical stage. Emily reached out her shoe and lightly touched Brian’s calf. This time, she didn’t apologize.
“We better get going,” Brian said.
He allowed her to lead the way out of the restaurant, into the darkness of the evening. Once on the sidewalk, she unexpectedly put her arm around his elbow. He squeezed her arm gently.
“Thank you for a wonderful meal. I enjoyed it very much,” she said.
“I enjoyed it, too. You really do look incredible,” he said, and then paused. “But, that’s not a major criteria for me, remember.”
She laughed as they quickly approached the hotel. “Men are all the same,” she said with fake disgust. “I’ll just have to live with it.”
“Or date women,” Brian suggested.
“Not likely,” she assured him.
Her trip through the hotel lobby was met with the same gawking as before, regardless of the man walking next to her. For all the fun she liked to have flashing cleavage, the attention she was receiving because of her dress was almost overwhelming her. She felt very secure once the elevator door closed behind them. She allowed her body to lightly touch Brian’s. They both would have killed for that elevator to get stuck halfway.
But the door eventually opened and Emily led the way while pulling out her key card.
“I’m surprised you found it,” Brian kidded her.
She looked back over her shoulder. “Don’t you have to get home?”
“OK. OK. No more ‘Emily can’t find anything’ jokes.”
She unlocked the door. “Good. Now come on in. Please.”
Brian couldn’t remember the last time he entered a hotel room with a woman who wasn’t his wife. He was pretty sure it never happened. If it did, he was too drunk to remember or enjoy it. On this occasion, he had all his faculties and fully intended to enjoy every extra second he had with Emily.
He felt a little bit like he was in an old movie. Bogart and Bacall. Except there was no hazy smoke or bottles of scotch sitting around.
Emily locked the door and laid her purse on the dresser. “I’m afraid I don’t have anything to offer you to drink,” she said apologetically.
Brian sat on the couch. “That’s OK. I’m fine.”
Emily joined him, an arm’s length away on the other half of the tiny sofa. She crossed her legs and pulled gently on the bottom of her dress. At the restaurant, the table prevented Brian from getting such a look at her slender, yet firm, legs. He made no attempt to hide his short, appreciative glance.
“Between the outfit you wore to work and this dress, I’d say you feel comfortable dressed up. Is that true?” Brian said.
“I prefer jeans and a t-shirt,” Emily said truthfully. “I’m a small city girl. Maybe because of that, I enjoy putting on dressier clothes every now and then. It doesn’t bother me.”
“I’m sure you look good in anything. I’ll choose McDonald’s if we ever eat out again just to find out.”
“Oh, please,” she complained. “I’ll pay for something better. No matter who owes who. Or is that ‘whom’? I never know.”
Brian smiled. “I get the idea. You’re buying.”
After a pause, Emily said, “I’ll hate leaving on this trip. I’ve had fun already.”
“I’m glad,” Brian said. “But I’m thinking you’d find a way to have fun with or without me.”
“That’s not necessarily true. I’m not a big flirt,” Emily said, knowing she was not being entirely honest.
At the same time she spoke, she turned to face him more directly, causing the dress to ride up her creamy thighs.
“The prettiest women don’t have to flirt.”
She blushed and looked down at the floor. “You can never be too safe. Sometimes it’s better to flirt anyway.”
“What’s your favorite flirt technique?” Brian asked with a playful grin.
Emily was more than happy to play along. “Unbutton an extra button. Don’t wear a bra. Kick the guy under the table and make it sound accidental.”
Brian tried not to laugh. “So you didn’t get to flirt much tonight, did you? You have no buttons to unbutton. I don’t know about the bra, but I would bet you have one on. And the kicking was accidental, wasn’t it?”
“The first one was.”
She looked at him and leaned back so that she was almost lying on her side. “And it’s getting late.”
“You can start any time,” Brian said quietly. “Give me your best flirt.”
Emily lifted her right leg and swung it onto Brian’s leg. With a quick jerk of her foot, her shoe fell off. She repeated the process with her other leg, showing plenty of skin in the process. When she let her legs rest near his lap, Brian ran his fingers up and down the hose-covered skin.
“That works,” he said.
“So, what’s YOUR favorite flirt technique?” she said.
Brian thought for a moment, his hand resting on Emily’s calf. He debated just how far he wanted to go with a woman he knew for less than one day. He chose the middle ground.
“I like a slow tease. A gradual buildup to the critical moment,” he explained.
Emily put her feet back on the floor and rose from the couch. She moved a couple feet in front of him and faced Brian. Out of her heels, she looked more petite. But still very sexy.
She reached inside the bottom of her dress with both hands and slowly raised them to her waist. Just as she was about to expose herself to him, she began to pull down on her pantyhose. Emily bent at the waist as she lowered the stockings, presenting a silhouette of her curvaceous body. Gingerly, she stepped out of the pantyhose one foot at a time.
Brian didn’t know where to look. Her breasts came dangerously close to falling out of her dress. Her ass nearly appeared from under the hem. Her bare legs were tanned and inviting.
Emily momentarily stood before Brian with her hands behind her back and a devilish grin on her face. Then she slowly walked toward him. When she got to his legs, she put her feet outside of his and moved closer. She ended up sitting on top of his knees.
“Something like that?” she asked.
“I think I’m dealing with an expert.”
Emily reached down and took hold of Brian’s hands. She pulled them across the top of her legs until they were under her dress. Then she let go and allowed Brian to linger wherever he wanted, hoping he’d move them even higher. He did.
Brian soon surmised she did not have panties on. His hands felt the cool skin of her upper legs and the beginning of the gentle curve of her ass. Still no panties.
They were looking into each others eyes. Emily leaned forward and brought her face closer to his. Their lips parted in anticipation of the kiss that was about to happen.
Their lips met and a soft kiss began. Emily nudged herself forward and Brian’s hands cupped the top of her ass. The kiss became more passionate. Brian squeezed her soft skin a little harder.
Emily’s tongue found Brian’s and they moaned softly in unison. The attraction between them had built up over one short day, but both of them felt the outpouring of a long-restrained need for a partner of the opposite sex. Brian pulled her closer, so that Emily’s ass was now squarely in his lap. He reached under her to feel her small, but firm, cheeks. She could feel his ever-growing erection.
Emily wrapped her arms around Brian’s neck and they were officially in the midst of a long, hard, and fervent embrace. She leaned into him harder. He felt her body on his. The heat became evident through their clothes.
The combination of Brian’s hands under her dress and Emily’s constant scooting forward caused her bare pussy to finally make contact with the substantial bulge in his pants. For both of them, it was all that was needed to push them over the edge.
A loving embrace turned into foreplay of various means. Brian lifted Emily’s dress and let his hands wander over the entirety of her lower body. Emily ground her pussy into his lap, seeking out the hard cock inside his pants.
Emily was the first to cave in to her most natural instincts. She reached down and pulled her dress up, swiftly pulling it over her head and tossing it aside. Once both of them fully realized what had just happened, they slowed down and Brian took a good, long, hard look at the beautiful body that was in front of him.
The tiny bra delicately held her breasts in place, just inches from his face as she sat very upright in his lap. Her bare stomach, hips and legs seemed to crave his touch. The intimate space between her legs displayed just a wisp of closely cut hair.
He was staring at her bra, and breasts.
“Take it off, Brian. Please.”
He reached behind her, fumbled for a second, and then found the hook to her bra. He removed it as if something might break if he moved too fast. The bra fell to the floor and his eyes returned to the luscious breasts.
Emily’s nipples were hard. He knew he would get to touch them; lick them; whatever she wanted him to do. But he didn’t go there, yet. He admired the fullness of her chest first and waited for her to invite him.
Emily welcomed his calm approach. She was ready for him, but was excited even more by his maturity. She began to unbutton his shirt. When it was off, she leaned into him again to kiss, this time feeling his bare skin against hers and the resulting flutter inside her pussy.
She hoped Brian didn’t notice how her hands shook when she reached for his belt. She continued to kiss him to try to keep his eyes and mind occupied. Emily had his belt open and his pants unzipped before she backed away.
She looked down at the white shorts that appeared inside his pants. Emily pushed herself off his knees and leaned over, grabbing the top of his pants in the process. She pulled them down, stopping only to take off his shoes and socks. With Brian down to just shorts, she moved up to him again.
Her eyes never seemed to wander from his cock. The outline of the thick, hard shaft was clearly visible and she ran her palm up the entire length one time. The tip was under the waistband of his underwear, so it didn’t take much for her to expose it. The swollen head was her first hint at what was to follow. As Emily pulled Brian’s shorts down, the size of his cock sent all new shivers through her body.
She got Brian naked before crawling between his legs and looking up at his lustful eyes. He tenderly ran his fingers through her hair.
“Don’t do anything you don’t want to do,” he told her with all sincerity.
“But I want to do it all,” she whined.
He smiled nervously. “Then don’t let me stop you.”
Emily giggled that familiar laugh that Brian was learning to love. He watched her run her fingers up and down his shaft in preparation of what was to come. He hoped…he prayed…that he would last long enough to enjoy it.
Emily kissed the tip of Brian’s cock. She licked him one time. And then again, from the base to the top with the widest part of her tongue. She felt the cock twitch and throb a little harder. Emily began to imagine it deep inside her body and she, too, began to throb.
It wasn’t long before Emily spread her lips and engulfed the upper half of Brian’s cock with her mouth. She focused her tongue on the sensitive underside of the tip, but her lips seemed to be everywhere else. Brian closed his eyes as she applied more and more pressure and began a slow, rhythmic bobbing of her head.
On about the third trip down the cock, Emily’s lips came in contact with his balls. She waited for a second, and then pulled back up. Brian had never experienced anything so good. His soft moans urged Emily on.
Brian never put his hand on her head. He didn’t have to. She knew what he wanted and she knew how to provide it.
The sweet taste of his precum told Emily it was time to change tactics.
She let the cock slide out of her mouth and she moved forward so her breasts touched it. Emily rubbed him with her tits for a moment, and then held the cock in place in her cleavage as she slid up and down. Another drop of clear fluid appeared and Emily used her nipple to wipe him clean. A short string of precum extended between the cock and her tit before finally breaking.
With a grin on her face, Emily moved up and placed the nipple in front of Brian’s lips. He eagerly licked her clean and bit tenderly on the erect nipple.
She was back in his lap, the throbbing cock rubbing against her pussy. Emily and Brian were both ready to end the foreplay.
“I want you, Brian,” Emily said softly. “I want you inside me.”
“Here, or the bed?” he asked.
Emily gracefully slid off his body and moved to the side of the bed. She lowered herself onto her back, with her legs hanging over the side.
“Right here,” she said, looking up at him.
Brian’s stiff cock pulsed at the sight of her young, lithe body spread out before him. Her breasts rose from her chest. Her stomach was flat and smooth. Her thighs were silky and soft.
Brian managed to look back up at her face one more time as he approached her. Her hair lay disheveled around her, but those eyes…those magnificent eyes could never look anything but enticing.
Emily spread her legs. Brian stepped between them and ran his fingers up the outside of her thighs. Eventually he was close enough to let his cock rest on top of her exposed pussy. He reached up and dragged the tips of her fingers across her tits, stopping long enough to pinch her nipples and produce a moan of pleasure from Emily.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
She nodded. “More than ready.”
With his hands back down on her hips, Brian placed his cock at the entrance to her vagina. Emily was soaking wet and Brian was as hard as he’d ever been. This wasn’t going to be difficult.
But he entered her slowly and watched her face. Emily’s eyes were closed and her mouth open; her lips rounded into an ‘O’ of delight as he pushed deeper. By the time he was completely in and his balls were touching her ass, she was beginning to sigh out loud.
Brian put his hands under her ass and held her up as he began to pull his cock out and re-enter her. Emily voluntarily raised her hips another inch or two the faster Brian went. Soon, the sound of their bodies interacting filled the hotel room.
It was calm, cadenced sex at first. They both enjoyed the simple act and the release it was bound to generate. But lust had been building up during the day and it wouldn’t take much to move the excitement level up a notch or two.
Emily initiated it with just a few words.
“That feels so good, Brian,” she said. “Do it harder, please.”
It was spoken as a request, but her voice had a tinge of desperation to it. Brian responded quickly when he felt her body tighten around his cock. He put his hands behind her ass and pulled her closer. He drove his cock into her harder, deeper and faster.
“Yes. Yes!,” Emily moaned.
The bed began to shake under her and Emily gripped the covers with both hands, forming two fists to match the tense nature of her legs and stomach. Every muscle in her body was starting to prepare for the inevitable orgasm Brian was leading her to. She was half embarrassed by the fact she was ready to cum so rapidly. But there was no controlling it.
“Oh God, Brian. Just like that! Harder!”
He disregarded any intentions of being gentle with her. She demanded more and he provided it. The sound of his cock sliding in and out of her, combined with their bodies smacking together, was nearly louder than their mutual moans and groans.
He gazed at her breasts as they rolled back and forth as a result of his thrusts. Semi-coherent words of encouragement were haltingly spoken. She continued to squeeze his cock tighter.
“Ohhhh, yes! Yessss! Almost…”
Emily arched her back and tilted her head back.
“Fuck! Now. Now!”
Brian watched the young woman cum. She met every one of his thrusts with her own return push. She moaned, dug at the covers with her fingers, and rolled her head side to side in delight. He felt her juices gathering around his cock and the sound of their sex reached a new level.
Eventually, she finished and opened her eyes to look up at him. She smiled.
“Come here,” she said, reaching up with both arms.
Brian dropped his body onto hers, never pulling out. They rolled onto the bed completely and hugged. Emily kissed him longer and harder than she had all night, continuing to push her body onto his and feeling him enter her and pull out at a slow rate. She forced them to roll some more until she was on top.
They settled into a comfortable position.
“That was wonderful,” Emily said. “Now I want you to cum inside me.”
“This won’t take long,” Brian warned her with a smile.
“Maybe I’ll just have to tease you a bit and see if I can prolong it,” she answered.
“Good luck.”
She lifted her body until only the head of his cock was inside her. She looked down at him. “Do you want more of me or not?”
“You know I do.”
Emily slid down so slowly Brian hardly knew she was moving. She contracted her muscles around him. And then she pulled up again.
He groaned involuntarily.
“Tell me what you want, Brian.”
“I want to cum inside you,” he said.
“Don’t be so nice. Tell me what you really want.”
He looked at her tousled hair; her cheeks flushed from sex; her beautiful eyes and lips; her tits as they hung in front of him.
“I want to fuck you, Emily.”
She grinned. “That’s much better. Now, let’s fuck.”
Emily lowered her body onto his and leaned forward. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts. Brian massaged her smooth skin, letting the breasts rest in his palms.
“I love to have my nipples squeezed, Brian. Don’t be afraid to hurt me,” Emily said.
Each new insight into her preferences excited Brian even more, and he eagerly complied with her wishes. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and gripped them until he was sure it was causing pain. Emily’s cries were clearly those of someone enjoying every second of what was happening to her. Their fucking increased in speed and intensity. Brian squeezed her tits even harder.
Before long, Brian was holding her by the ass. He told her he was close. She said she was, too. The bed creaked and skin slammed against skin.
“Ohhhhhh fuck, Emily.”
“That’s it, Brian. Cum for me.”
He drove up into her a half dozen more times. “Fuck. Fuck! I’m…almost…”
“C’mon!”
That instant when everything seemed to freeze, when all feeling seemed to leave his body, was always Brian’s favorite part of sex. The anticipation of cumming seemed to exclude any of the five senses. Time stood still. His cock was inside Emily from the tip to his balls. And he waited.
One second. Maybe two. It seemed like an eternity before the first blast of cum exploded out of his cock. The sound that he made could only be reproduced at that very instant, when his body gave in to the treatment given it by the beautiful woman in his lap.
The first shot was followed by another, and another. Emily urged him on, but he barely heard her. He just kept cumming and slamming his cock into her harder.
Brian didn’t notice Emily’s hand on her clit, furiously rubbing her most sensitive area. But he couldn’t help but notice, and hear, the result of her masturbation. They came together. The combined juices poured out of Emily and down her thigh. They clung to each other in an attempt to keep the orgasms going all night.
But it was over much too quickly. Still, they were totally satisfied.
Emily fell onto Brian’s body and they held each other silently for several minutes, occasionally rolling from side to side. The wetness between their legs was a cool, damp mess that they accepted as the price of successful sex.
The first to speak was Brian.
“You owe me.”
Emily looked at him with wide eyes of surprise. “I owe you?”
“You owe me an orgasm.”
“The day is getting more expensive by the hour,” she said.
Emily wrapped Brian in her arms and rolled the two of them under the covers with a playful giggle. Her head drifted between his legs. Payment would come via her mouth.