by Swan, Carol
Emma positioned herself between Jenny’s legs. She lowered her face closer and began to lick Jenny’s clit, slowly at first. She heard Jenny gasp with pleasure, but she was enjoying herself too much to pay attention. Emma was now aching to be touched. She had never been so aroused in her life! Jenny was now thrusting herself up to meet her tongue and Emma slipped two fingers inside her as she licked Jenny’s clit, gently, once again.
“Oh God, Emma,” Jenny called out. “Jesus, stop or I’m going to cum.” Emma pulled away, juices dripping down her chin. Jenny sat up and grabbed Emma’s hair, pulling her to her and kissing her passionately. It was her turn.
Jenny pushed Emma down onto the bed, put her head between Emma’s legs, and licked the side of her inner thigh. Emma had never felt so empowered or so aroused in her entire life. She grabbed Jenny's little blonde head, pushed it harder between her legs, and began to grind against her mouth. Jenny found her way to Emma’s clit and began to apply pressure with her tongue. Emma was so close to ecstasy, her body was trembling.
“Oh Jenny, I’m going to cum!” she moaned. Without a word, Jenny twirled around, mounting Emma in the sixty-nine position. The two of them buried their tongues in each other and moaned with intense pleasure. With every lick, Emma came closer and closer to the brink of her climax, intensified by the pleasure she was giving Jenny.
Suddenly, Jenny started to moan and quiver on top of Emma and the sight of her friend coming on top of her set Emma off too. The two girls licked each other as they reached a minute-long climax, muscles tensing, backs arching, tongues pressuring, voices screaming. Every inch of Emma’s body felt her orgasm and she wondered had she ever truly had one before this moment. Her body trembled.
At last, totally spent, the two girls rolled off each other and lay side by side on Jenny’s bed, panting and sweating.
* * * * *
A few hours later, the two girls lay on the sofa watching movies, exhausted by their earlier exploits. Emma had been nervous that things may have shifted between them after being intimate together, but thankfully, nothing was awkward or uncomfortable. Jenny had been delighted with Emma after they recovered from the sex.
“So are you really serious about becoming more sexually free?” Jenny asked as the credits began to roll on the movie.
“Yup,” Emma told her friend, yanking herself once again from the memory of her explosive orgasm. “I’m not really sure how to go about it, but I’m going to keep an open mind. Like this morning, for example.” She giggled.
“I don’t know, Emma,” Jenny looked at her friend thoughtfully. “I don’t think you can just wait for things to happen to you. If you really want this, you’re going to have to make opportunities for yourself.”
“I didn’t think of it like that,” Emma said, beginning to feel a little silly now when all the excitement of the afternoon was wearing off. Jenny was right; how many opportunities to be sexually liberated had fallen into her lap previous to this? None, that’s how many. “What would you suggest?”
Jenny’s face lit up. “I was hoping you would ask.” She jumped up from the chair and ran to her bedroom. A few moments later, she returned holding a piece of paper.
“Here’s the address of a great sex shop. Go in and get yourself a few supplies to have at home. I’ve written you a guide list on the back.”
Emma burst out laughing. “Thanks, but I actually want to have sex with other people, not just myself”
“Sex toys are not just a solo experience,” Jenny scolded, “and you need to have a certain few in your possession for when you bring kinky men home. Speaking of which, I am also setting you up on a blind date.”
Emma was going to protest, but she held back. “How do you know this guy?” she asked instead.
“I fucked him for a month last year.” Jenny shrugged nonchalantly. “Trust me, this is the guy you need right now.”
“OK, but do you think he’ll like me?” Emma was nervous and a little excited. This was so far out of her comfort zone, but she knew it was what she needed. “Of course he’ll like you! I mean, you’re going to bang him senseless!” Jenny assured her. Emma threw a cushion at her friend and they both dissolved into giggles.
The next day Emma woke early and sprang out of bed, remembering her blind date that evening. As it was Monday, Jenny had organized dinner instead of drinks so Emma would have to go straight from work.
As she washed her long hair in the shower, she lamented the fact that she hadn’t gone shopping for a new outfit. Her wardrobe was professional and tailored, but not sexy.
Towelling her hair dry, she went back to her bedroom and saw a black dress laid out on her bed, along with jewelry and a pair of high heels. A new pair of stockings was left on top, alongside a lacy suspender belt. Emma’s jaw dropped—she couldn't wear that to work.
As she dried her long brown hair, she studied her face in the mirror. Her dark brown eyes were framed by long lashes. Her skin was sallow with a slight spackle of freckles across her nose. Her mouth was a little too large, but she liked her full lips. Meticulously, she began to apply her make-up. Instead of her concealer, clear mascara and lip gloss, she kohled her eyes and applied log sweeping coats of mascara. She applied a dewy foundation and a creamy pink blush and finished it off with a splash of bright red lipstick.
The girl looking back at her now could no longer be described as plain. From her underwear drawer, she grabbed her favorite black panties and bra and slipped on the silk stockings and heels. She slipped the black dress over her head and turned to the mirror. She looked good—better than good, she looked sexy. The black dress had a modest hemline, but showed just enough cleavage to be racy. The expensive material clung to every curve on her body. Emma grabbed a blazer from her closet, wrote a quick note for her roommate to thank her for the dress and made her way to work.
Emma made her way to the canteen for her 11 a.m. break. She knew everyone’s eyes were on the new and improved her, and instead of shying away from the attention, she embraced it. She knew some of the women at the water cooler were gossiping about her as she passed and they fell silent, but she didn’t care. She sashayed right past them and gave them a wave.
The canteen was deserted. Emma poured herself a coffee and sat down to read the paper. Moments later, her co-worker Max strolled in. As he poured himself a coffee, Emma glanced at him from the corner of her eye. At over six feet, he towered above most of the women and men in the financial services offices that they worked in. He was broad-shouldered and lean, with steel gray eyes and jet black hair. Emma often found herself watching him from her desk until he looked up and caught her and gave her a smile. She normally blushed and looked away. Well, not today, she thought.
“Hey Max.” She smiled nonchalantly at her co-worker and crossed her legs, knowing the black skirt would ride up a little and show off her suspenders. Max smiled at her and gave a non-committal greeting. He doesn’t recognize me, Emma realized.
“Oh wow, Emma.” Max’s eyes widened in amazement. “Sorry, I was in my own world there. You look great, new ... hairstyle?”
Emma giggled and tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Something like that,” she said, pushing out the chair on the other side of the table with her foot and gesturing for Max to sit down. “Join me.”
Max sat down with his coffee and picked up a paper, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Emma pretended to read her paper as another couple of people came into the canteen and made coffee, but she was very aware of Max as he kept glancing furtively over his paper at her.
Slowly, she slipped off one of her heels and brought her foot over to Max’s leg and began to rub it softly with her stocking-clad foot. Max spat his coffee into his cup and looked up at Emma in astonishment. Emma kept a straight face and continued to pretend reading the paper as she lifted her foot higher up Max’s leg until it was in his crotch. Through the material of his suit pants, she could feel the beginning of an erection and as she massaged it with her foot, his member grew
and strained against the material. Emma looked up from her paper and glanced over at Max, he was staring at her, a mixture of confusion, surprise and lust on his clean-shaven face.
“Max,” she asked, smiling innocently, “could you give me a hand in Conference Room B? I need someone to cast an eye over one of my reports.”
“Sure,” Max sputtered, but Emma was already slipping her foot back into her shoe and standing from the table. “Take your time and finish your coffee,” she told him, and gave him a cheeky wink.
Down the hallway, Emma went into Conference Room B, the only conference room without a window in the main office pit. With butterflies in her stomach, she took some papers from her bag and placed them on the table. The door opened quietly and Max appeared sheepishly at the door.
“Come in,” Emma welcomed him into the room and closed the door behind him, flicking the lock into place quietly.
Max made his way over to the conference table where Emma had laid the papers. He took a seat and picked up the papers, rifling through them with a look of confusion on his face.
“They’re just blank pages, Max,” Emma teased. “I thought I made my intentions clear in the canteen.”
“You look amazing, Emma,” Max said again, his eyes taking in every inch of her body. “You were beautiful before, but today, you’re just so much more confident.”
“Thank you.” Emma smiled, touched that he had thought her beautiful, even as her usual mousey self. “Let me show you how confident I really am.” With her eyes locked on to Max’s, she slowly took off her blazer. She walked towards him, biting her bottom lip. Standing directly in front of him she turned around and looked back over her shoulder. “Can you unzip me please?”
Silently, Max reached up and slowly brought the zipper down the whole way to Emma’s lower back. Emma pulled the dress down over her body until it was a puddle at her feet. Turning to face Max, she watched as he drank her in.
Even from where she stood, she could see his erection straining. Emma unclasped her bra and dropped it on the ground. Max groaned and rubbed his cock through his pants as she leaned forward and planted a kiss on his mouth. His hands reached out and began to fondle her breasts. Emma stood up quickly and shook her head at him teasingly. “Not just yet.”
Max groaned once more as Emma turned her back to him. This time, she bent at the waist and removed her black panties, leaving her suspender bet in place. She knew Max had a perfect view of her shaved pussy and her little pink asshole. She stood up slowly and turned around to face Max. He had his cock in his hand, stroking it and looking at Emma like he wanted to eat her. Emma knelt before him and brought his cock to her lips, lightly brushing it against them like she was applying lipstick.
“Oh God, Emma, suck it, suck my dick.”
Emma locked her eyes once again on his and brought her lips down on his dick.
Just then, someone tried the handle of the door. The two leaped up, Max stuffing his erection back into his pants and Emma throwing the black dress back over her head. There was a knock at the door and they could hear voices outside. Emma shoved her bra and panties into her purse as Max did up her dress. Emma pulled on her blazer while Max stood with his ear to the door.
“They’re gone—we better get out of here quick.” He unlocked the door and checked the coast was clear. As Emma walked towards the door, he grabbed her by the waist and pushed her up against it. Max kissed her hard on the mouth and whispered softly in her ear, “I want to see you again, tonight.”
“I can’t do tonight,” Emma said, slipping under his arms and out the door. “Let’s just say… to be continued.” She gave him another cheeky wink and strutted down the hallway, back to her desk.
* * * * *
That evening after work, Emma caught a cab outside her office to meet her blind date. Jenny had told her nothing except that his name was Chad and they were meeting at a small Italian Bistro in downtown Seattle. As the cab made way through the 6 p.m. traffic, Emma touched up her makeup.
Outside the bistro, she took a moment to let her heart rate and breath settle before she went inside. As she pushed the curtained door open, it took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. Small, round tables were scattered around the room with red tablecloths and small tea-lights.
At first, she thought the restaurant was empty, then she spotted a solitary figure at a corner table. She made her way towards the table and the figure stood up.
“Hey, you must be Emma?” Chad was taller than Emma, but not as tall as Max. His blonde hair was short and slicked back and he was wearing what Emma could tell was a very expensive suit.
“Hi Chad.” Emma tried to smile seductively, but she could feel butterflies in her stomach. Chad may have been the most attractive man she had met in some time. “Sorry I’m late.”
Chad stood and pulled out the chair beside him for Emma.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I ordered for us already.” Chad poured a generous glass of wine for Emma and set it down in front of her.
“Not at all.” Emma shrugged off her blazer and took a long drink from her glass. She could see Chad’s icy blue eyes appraising her body and from the look on his face, he appreciated what he saw. “It’s very quiet here,” Emma commented, looking around at the empty restaurant, “I haven’t even seen any staff.”
“This is a very discreet restaurant.” Chad smiled meaningfully at Emma.
Just then a waiter arrived with two plates of bruschetta, which he set down in front of them. Chad thanked the waiter, but couldn’t take his eyes off Emma. She knew he wanted her and she felt elated.
Alone once more, Emma leaned forward so her breasts were prominent and casually brushed her neckline with her fingers, staring into Chad’s eyes.
“So, how discreet is this restaurant Chad?” she teased, the naked lust in his eyes and the memory of her unfulfilled tryst with Max earlier was causing a wetness in her underwear.
“Very discreet,” Chad said, gently rubbing her thigh under the table.
Emma uncrossed her legs and slowly lifted the hem of her dress higher. Chad ran his hand further up her thighs until he was at her panties. His breathing got heavier and he began to circle her damp panties with his thumb.
“I see Jenny was right about you.” He smiled a devastatingly sexy smile at Emma. “You are a horny little thing.”
“What else did my roommate tell you?” Emma asked in mock horror. “Did she tell you I would fuck you on the first date?”
“She told me about your mission to become more sexually experienced.” Chad slipped one finger inside her panties began to rub her soaking-wet clit. “But your pussy tells me you’re going to fuck me on the first date.”
Emma smiled and placed her hand on his crotch. His erection was straining against the material of his pants. She squeezed it hard and watched as Chad closed his eyes in pleasure.
“Where’s the bathroom?” she asked, biting her bottom lip.
“It’s behind that curtain and down the hall, I’ll show you.” Chad stood and put out his hand to help Emma up from her chair, his erection on full display. Emma couldn’t wait to unzip those pants.
She followed Chad down a winding corridor to the bathroom. Inside, she closed the door behind them and pushed Chad over to a chaise lounge against the wall.
He sat and grabbed her by the waist to pull her on top of him, but Emma had other ideas. Dropping to her knees, she unzipped his suit pants and his erection sprang out to meet her. Looking straight into Chad’s eyes, she took his throbbing member and sucked it down her throat as far as she could. Chad cried out in pleasure and Emma sucked harder, enjoying the salty taste of his giant dick.
Chad grabbed her head and began to fuck her mouth. Emma made sure to keep eye contact all the time. She wanted him to know she was in control; she was going to do the fucking. She pulled his dick out of her mouth and stood up, pulling her dress up over her head. Chad went to pull her towards him again and Emma swatted his hand away. She un
clasped her bra and threw it to the ground and quickly removed her panties then climbed on to Chad’s lap.
With her hand, she guided his dick into her dripping pussy and ground up and down. The feeling of his dick as it pumped in and out of her made her moan loudly.
Chad began to suck her nipples and his hands grabbed at her ass, spreading her cheeks apart. “Oh God, baby, I’m going to come,” he moaned into her breasts. Emma grabbed his chin and tilted his face up. “Come inside me,” she said, locking her eyes on his. “I want to feel you.”
Chad couldn’t take any more and as he unleashed himself inside her. Emma, in total ecstasy, felt her own orgasm take hold as she screamed out in pleasure. Mid-orgasm, the door to the bathroom suddenly burst open.
The worried waiter appeared before them in clear view. Emma turned her head and caught a glimpse of the waiter, instantly triggering a rush of emotion and pleasure that took her orgasm to an entirely new level. The sight of an onlooker made Emma come harder than ever before, and she basked in his gaze.
The poor waiter nearly tripped over himself trying to back out of the bathroom and as their orgasms ebbed, Emma and Chad dissolved into giggles.
“He must have thought I was murdering you.” Chad laughed as they both picked up their clothes. “I better leave a big tip.”
“Don’t worry.” Emma giggled. “I already filled his spank bank for him.”
“Emma, I’m only in town for the week, but I need to see you again,” Chad told her as he fixed his tie in the mirror.
“On one condition,” Emma said thoughtfully. “You think of something big for our next encounter.”
“Deal,” said Chad. “Now how about I go pay the bill while you sneak out?”
“Deal,” said Emma grinning.
* * * * *
The next day, Emma phoned in sick to the office. She added pulling a sickie to the list of firsts she was having that week and smiled to herself.