Date: Sun, 24 Sep 2006 02:28:56 +0100 (BST)
From: Sarah Jones <sarah69jones2000@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Emma Chapter 1: The Tennis Game

It was a hot Saturday morning and I had a ticket for
Wimbledon. I'd won it in a charity draw at work and found
that Emma
in accounts had won the other one. I didn't know her very
well but agreed to meet her there outside court 1. It was a
glorious hot day so I wore a T-shirt with my tight blue
jeans. Emma arrived at 10AM as planned and I noticed how
gorgeous
she was for the first time. She was wearing a pair of white
shorts that showed the tan of her lovely legs. She had
beautiful, shoulder length, brunette hair with blond
highlights and I noticed she had smallish breasts, like mine,
pressing against her red T-shirt. Her scent was
intoxicating... I reminded myself that she was a work
colleague and our
conversation focused on the tennis.
We watched women's tennis all morning, me secretly relishing
the beautiful legs and the panties from the rising skirts.
By lunch time, I was feeling pretty horny and felt an urge to
slip into the ladies to relieve myself. Emma asked me if I
felt like a drink and I decided why not. She ordered us both
Pimms and as we were so hot we drank it down. Soon we were
feeling more than a little light headed and giggly and the
ice was broken. Emma told me how she preferred the women's
tennis, saying how the women just seemed more graceful,
whilst still being very athletic. She told me how she played
herself and had friends who owned their own private court in
their garden. Another drink and we got back to the tennis.
Still giggly, Emma commented about one of the players,
saying: "Look at the big knickers on her! I think they should
wear
nicer underwear, something that shows how good they look - I
nice pair of lacey briefs, perhaps, or a thong".
"Imagine if they played without underwear", she added.
"That would be some sight!" I said.
"They should organise bottomless tournaments", she said,
laughing.
Emma suggested another drink so we went for one. I was
growing to like this girl a lot. We stayed in the bar and had
yet
another. Emma asked if I like playing tennis. I told her I
did. I used to play a lot with my ex-girlfriend and found
that
tennis was very popular amongst dykes.
"Would you like to play tomorrow? My friends are away and
have said I can use the court", said Emma.
"Sure - why not?"
"Have you got whites? Let's do it properly", she said.
"I think so" I said.
"And leave your panties at home", she giggled.
We both laughed at that point and sat in the bar joking and
laughing, talking about work and outside work, and found a
lot
in common.
Eventually it was time to go. We swapped numbers and I gave
Emma my address. She was going to pick me up early for the
game.
It felt like a date, but I couldn't be sure.

On Sunday morning, I got up thinking about Emma. I just
couldn't work out how the morning would go. I pulled on my
sports
bra and dug out my short, white tennis dress. I then noticed
my stubbly legs! They just wouldn't do so I went into the
bathroom and shaved them. I pulled on the dress and a pair of
white socks and carefully selected some underwear. I
remembered
what Emma had said about nice panties and chose a pair of
very light pink, brief and lacey knickers, with the hope that
this
was a date.
I'd just pulled them up when she door bell rang. It was Emma
and she was looking even lovlier than before. She was wearing
a
short, pleated white skirt and polo shirt with her tennis
shoes and socks. I wondered what she had on underneath and
felt a
tingle of excitement between my legs.
I got into Emma's sports car and away we went, heading out
into the suburbs. We eventually pulled into a long drive and
the
car then came to a stop. Emma led me through a garden gate,
over to the court and I followed, watching her hips and
behind
and again wondering what she had on underneath.
Emma took our towels and water bottles and put them on a
bench and we started to knock the ball about a little to warm
up.
Soon the game proper began. I was to serve first and I soon
had a lead. After the third game to me, she turned away from
me
to pick up a ball. As she bent forward, he skirt road up to
reveal two, bare, beautiful buttocks. I stood there like I
was
under a spell, a breeze lifting her skirt right up to her
hips. She was naked underneath her skirt. She hadn't been
joking!
From this point on, I was thinking about that beautiful
behind, wondering what she might have round the front too. My
concentration was gone and Emma started to beat me.
"Hey, Sarah", she said, "It looks like I'm turning it all
round".
The ball kept coming by and I was powerless to stop it and I
could feel my panties dampen with both sweat and my sex.
As I bent to pick up the ball at the end of the first set,
Emma walked over.
"Sarah! You cheat!" she said! "Nice knix though. Take them
off! Don't say you haven't noticed my bum. You must have seen
everything when the wind blew!"
There was nothing for it. I slipped by wet panties over my
hips and down to my tennis shoes and stepped out of them,
holding
them for her to see. Emma lifted up her skirt, facing me and
said "That's better - we're equal now."
She held it the skirt up, watching may gaze fall on her
shaved pubic mound and the small, silver ring in her clitoral
hood.
She took the panties out of my hand and, letting her skirt
back down, reached over to lift the hem of my short white
dress up
. I gazed at her with longing and feminine lust as she
studied my pubic area whilst bringing my panties to her nose.
She
inhaled deeply and sighed. Her sniffing may panties while
oggling my pussy was driving me wild and down between my legs
to
stroke myself. "These knix are very nice, Sarah. Your pubes
and pussy are beautiful too. I think we'll have some fun
after
the game!"
Emma walked back to her side of the court leaving me still
masturbating as she put my panties down with the towels after
one
more sniff.
I got the message - she wanted to play and tease, I'd have to
be patient. I took my hand out of my dress and let the skirt
slide back down. Now Emma used every excuse she could to show
up her skirt. She even sat down to retie her laces, her legs
wide apart and touching herself briefly. I quickly lost the
set and felt I was going to burst.
We sat on the ground, facing each other at the end of the
set, legs wide apart, showing each other our pussies.
"Sarah, you're getting wet. I'll fix that later," Emma
teased. "Two sets to love, my love, so my game. If you let me
play a
third, I'll give you a day you'll never forget. What do you
say?"
"Emma, you don't know what you're doing to me", I said,
caressing my pussy once again.
"Go on", she begged and got up.
Emma picked up my panties and slid them on and went back to
her side of the court. Now, I was bottomless and she was
wearing
my underwear.
I gave in and we played again. This time, I played up for
her, flashing my pussy at every occasion. This got me even
more
aroused and she beat me 6 games to love.
True to her word, we stopped at that point.
"Follow me," said Emma and she led me across the garden and
back to her car.
The drive was quite secluded, with trees and shrubbery. Emma
opened the car door and unzipped my dress. She slipped the
straps over my shoulders and it slid down my legs. I stepped
out of it and Emma lifetd my sports bra over my head. I was
naked now apart from my tennis shoes and socks. She kissed me
deeply while stroking my back and thighs. She turned her
attention to my small, but firm tits and started to lick
first one nipple, then the other. I reached under her skirt
and
started stroked her, feeling her wet arousal through my
panties, which she still wore.
Emma eased me into the passenger seat and her tongue slid
down my naked skin. She licked at my thighs and ran her hands
through the brown hairs of my pubic triangle, easing closer
to my clit, but not quite touching it. She was driving me
wild
and I loved it. Still avoiding my clit, she slid her tongue
along my labia and into my vagina, relishing my juices. She
pushed me back a little, raising my anus from the seat, her
hand snaking round for two hingers to enter my pussy with her
tongue. lubricated with my juices, she gently slid a finger
into my rectum, sensually probing while still working my
labia
and my vagina with her tongue. She started teasing the hood
of my clit with her tongue now and I was close to climax. She
carried on like this for what seemed like eternity,
alternately licking my clitoral hood and my labia, whilst
probing my but
with her finger. I was panting heavily as I started to come
and she sucked my clit directly into her mouth, rubbing it
intensely with her tongue and pushing me into a wild orgasm.
Emma held me in her arms, stroking my breasts and the last
ripples of orgasm faded away and said "Eat me, Sarah. Eat me
through these panties and do it now!"
Without undressing her we swapped places, me kneeling naked
through tha car door reaching for her sex. My panties on her
had
deep wet stain, which looked so sexy. I rubbed her crotch
through them , marvelling at the wetness. I reached forward
and
pressed my face into them and kissed her, breathing in the
pure, lusty, musky smell of sex. Nothing smells sweater than
a
ripe, aroused, woman's sex. It was that discovery which made
me give up men for good and spend the rest of my time seeking
the most feminine of pleasures. I digress. The sweet, sweaty,
sex stained panties were setting me on fire once again. I
pushed me tongue into them while reaching my hand down to my
clitoris. With my other hand, I pushed the elastic and filmy
material to one side and slid my tongue up and down Emma's
vaginal slit. Sensing she was near climax I moved up to her
clit.
She gently pushed me away after a minute or two and said "let
me take them down".
Emma pushed out through the car and slid the panties down.
Beckoning, she led me through some bushes to a secluded patch
of
lawn. She sat down, legs apart and motioned for me to sit by
her.
She passed me the panties and I raised them to my face to
smell them. As I did this, I started rubbing my clit. Emma
undid
one of my shoes and slid down my sweaty sock. She sniffed the
sock and started to masturbate. The sight of this and the
smell
of the panties brought me once more close to the edge. As
Emma raise by toes to her nose and sniffed then licked them,
I came
again, masturbating wildly, erotically overpowered by the
pussy-panty smell and what Emma was doing to me.
Emma took the panties from me for another turn of sniffing,
continuing to masturbate. I lifted her skirt all the way up
and
slid fingers into her vagina and anus. She took her hand away
and reached once more to my sock. I ate her hungrily as she
pushed my sock and panties to her nose. Emma soon climaxed as
I licked and sucked at her clit.
I slowly put back on my sock and shoe and Emma held onto the
panties. We walked back hand in hand to the car and my
discarded
clothes. It was 12 O'Clock. Emma put my panties into her
handbag and passed me my dress as I sat in the passenger
seat. She
started the engine and started down the drive. I didn't
bother with my bra, but slipped my dress over my head as we
started
down the road.
"Let's get some lunch", she said. I've got somewhere special
in mind. Knickerless, in a short tennis dress, but with a
sexy
babe how could I refuse?
***************************
Chapter 2 - Shopping
Emma drove us through the leafy suburbs towards the shopping
centre. I'm far from being
butch but I have to say, I don't usually go in for frocks or
skirts. My tennis dress is
an exception, but even then I usually wear it for a game and
change right afterwards. This
morning's fun with Emma put a different light on it. I felt
really sexy and good, knowing
how turned on she was from the way I was dressed. She'd
hardly given me time to get dressed
at all as we left her friends' garden. My dress was pulled
over my body down to my waist,
but It didn't cover my thighs and was still unzipped at the
back. My naked bottom was in
contact with the car seat and I could smell the scent from my
still damp vagina. I just
didn't care. Emma, of course, hadn't been naked yet and I
longed to see and touch her
breasts, which appeared to be small, like mine. She pulled
into the multi-story carpark and
found a space on the roof. She picked my panties up off the
dashboard and gave them a quick
sniff. "You'll have to let me keep these", she said and
slipped them into her handbag.
I straightened up my skirt and took my purse out of my sports
bag. "Can you carry this for
me, Emma? I've got no pockets"
"Of course I can, hon. Let me zip you up", she said getting
out of the car. I turned around
after I got out and she zipped up my dress. I felt her
squeeze one of my buttocks as she
kissed my neck and said "I think I'm falling in love".
We walked to the lift and towards the shops holding hands.
"I had no idea you were gay", I said.
"I'm not sure, either", she said. "I think I might be. I used
to have this boyfriend who
worked as a salesman. He used to have a voracious sexual
appetite and used to love strip
clubs up in town. I went with him one evening, instead of his
usual sales friends and I
was just amazed by the whole thing. I found it all so erotic
and started to notice womens'
bodies for what they are. I used to love the lap dances in
particular. At first it was
something we shared, with it getting us all fired up for
great sex. One night it all
changed. I was due to meet him outside a lap dancing bar and
he didn't show up. In case he
was already there, I went inside to look for him. There was
no sign and, as he was nearly
half an hour late, I bought myself a drink. After a second
drink I found myself paying for a
private dance. It seemed to make no difference to the dancer
and I found that really erotic.
I ended up spending all of my money on dances before
remembering my boyfriend and leaving to
go home. I was annoyed with him, but at the same time excited
by the fact that I'd been
oggling naked women on my own. He turned up drunk and coked
up. I told him to take the couch
and took myself off to bed. I masturbated myself to sleep
remembering one of the dancers."
"How about your experience with other women?" I asked. "The
way you brought me off today was
incredible. And panties - not many other women are into them,
you know."
"Well Sarah, you'll get my life story some time, so why not
start now? My boyfriend used to
sniff my panties, sometimes alone and sometimes when we made
love. One day, he passed them
to me while he put on a condom. I took a whiff to see what it
was all about and found the
musky, pee-ish scent amazing. I sniffed the knickers while he
fucked me and came to the
aroma of pussy. Whenever he'd be away on a sales trip, I
would go to a show, come home and
masturbate with my worn underwear to smell. We took out a
subscription to Playboy and I'd
get off on that too. We sort of accepted that I was probably
bi once we subscribed and he
just loved that. The beginning of the end came soon, though.
Let's stop at this cafe. Is a
sandwich OK for you, Sarah?"
There was a long cafe/bar type table along the glass front of
the cafe. We could see a woman
sitting there, the table making her forget that passers by
could see right up her skirt.
"Nice", said Emma. "Let's get window seats too", she said,
walking in.
"I'm not so sure about that", I said, as she sat down.
I sat down next to her, my legs facing her to my side. The
skirt of my tennis dress rode up
to mid thigh and she rested her hand on my knee, saying
"Trust me. It'll be fun".
She relaxed her legs apart, her white, pleated skirt also
rising up her thighs. Emma reached
down and gently hitched it up a couple of inches. Anyone
walking past could see her shaved
vagina and her cute little piercing. During the course of our
sandwich and coffee she
continued her story, but I was amazed at the reactions from
passers by. Some didn't notice
anything. Some men did, but they'd look sheepishly then turn
away. However, many of the women
who noticed, would have a good look, following Emma's legs to
her crotch and to her face.
"Good isn't it?" said Emma. I slid my legs round and held her
hand. This turned a lot more
faces, male and female.
"On my birthday, he hired a prostitute," Emma continued.
"He'd already confessed that he'd
used them in the past. This one looked just like one of the
dancers I told him about. I'd
not actually been with a woman before at that point and was
feeling very nervous. I felt a
little better when he took off his shirt and kissed me. She
started to caress me too and
between them they took down my jeans and slipped my T-shirt
over my head. Once I was in my
bra and knickers, he left the room for condoms and she and I
kissed. By the time he came back
we were both naked and kissing, her breasts against mine. He
stripped off too and watched as
she licked my tits and stroked my clitoris. He started
kissing me as her tongue slid down to my
sex. I quickly came and lay back on the couch and thanked him
for such a great present. I was
going to eat her out too when he moved in and fucked her. I
picked up her panties while this was
going on and took a deep sniff. After he'd finished, I
embraced him and told him it was my turn,
after I'd pleasured her. I was struck with how different
women are. How it's all somehow softer,
more attentive and more involving. The taste of her pussy,
even mixed the the rubbery taste of
condom was so compelling."
Emma's story had sent a rush of blood between my legs and I
could feel my vagina moistening. I
became very self conscious with the knowledge that passers by
could see my aroused sex up my
short skirt and once more moved my legs back round to face
Emma.
"You can't sit still", she said. "Let's go".
We split the bill half way and Emma said she wanted to look
in some shops. We looked in some
windows and Emma saw some shoes that she liked. "A pair of
those would look great on you,
you know", she said, pointing at a pair of red coloured
heels.
"I don't really go in for high heels", I said.
"They'd look really good on you. You've got great legs. We
could get a matching pair. I think that
would be really sexy, especially with other matching clothes.
Go on Sarah - I'll get them for you."
Before I knew it, I was agreeing. We were in the shop and
there was this cute, boyish looking girl,
with closely cropped hair and a great eyebrow piercing. She
looked us both up and down and said:
"Can I help you, ladies?"
She was an obvious dyke and Emma said "Sure, we'd like some
of these red heels. Can we try them on?
You may need to measure my girlfriend's feet".
She took us over to one side of the shop. So I was Emma's
girlfriend, was I? And she would say what I
needed? Again, I was feeling incredibly turned on by this.
Emma slipped off her tennis shoes, her skirt high up her
thighs. She let her knees slide apart as she
told the girl she was a size 6. As the girl held the first
shoe open, Emma lifted her foot in front of
her. She shop assistant could clearly see right up her skirt
and Emma was smiling right at her. She put
down her foot and raised the other and said to me "What to do
you think? Do you like what you see?"
"Very nice," I said, again feeling my pussy tingling with
growing excitement.
Looking at the sales assistant, Emma said "Have a good look
too and tell me what you think." The assistant
gazed up her skirt at her shaven mound. Emma lowered her leg
but kept her knees apart. The assitant smiled
at her and leaned forward. She took a deep breath and sighed
"Shall I do your friend now?".
I was so turned on by this and I followed suit and relaxed my
knees apart. The assistant started to untie
my laces, while looking at my crotch. "I love your scent",
she said, smiling. "You'll have to let me
know exactly where it comes from". I knew she was referring
to my ripe pussy, not my body spray.
Emma surprised me by answering this "I could show you later.
When's your lunch break?"
"2PM today. I've got no plans either".
"We'll swing by and pick you up," said Emma.
As she measured my feet and helped me into my heels, I swear
she was smelling me as she shot glances at
my vagina and casually touched my knees. We walked around the
shop a little in our heels. They fit
perfectly.
"Very nice", said the assistant. "Are you going to wear them
now?"
It seemed a strange combination, but we both slipped off our
socks and wore the red heels with our tennis
clothes. We carried our tennis shoes and socks in bags from
the shop. It was nearly 2PM. We took our bags
to Emma's car and kissed in the carpark. There was nobody
else there and Emma slid her hand up my dress to
stroke my buttocks and thighs.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked.
"It will be great fun", she said. "And after that, I'm going
to take us home for a nice shower."
Back at the shop we met the girl. Her name was Kerry and she
walked behind us as we held hands and walked
towards the carpark. There was nobody around and Emma pushed
open the door of the disabled toilet. We all
stepped in and carefully locked the door.
"People would pay huge money for this", said Kerry and she
kissed Emma. I felt this strange mixture of both
jealousy and desire as I watched them kiss. As if she sensed
it, Kerry turned her atention to me. As she kissed
me, I felt Emma's hand on my zip. She slid it down and
slipped her hands under my shoulder straps. I let my arms
through the straps and Kerry started kissing and licking my
breasts. My dress slid down my knees and I stepped
out of it, naked apart from my heels. I felt like a porn
actress, dressed like this and began to feel my arousal
grow towards climax as Kerry continued to lick my nipples and
stroke my clit.
"Wait just one minute", she said, and pulled away. She took a
picture of me with her phone and then came back to
my clit. This time, she used her tongue and quickly brought
me to orgasm.
I then noticed Emma, her skirt pulled up, sitting on the
floor. She was sniffing my panties again and was rubbing
herself furiously. She soon groaned as orgasm took her.
Again, Kerry took a picture.
I kissed Kerry and started to unbutton her shirt. Emma
slipped off her skirt and shirt, to at last reveal her
beautiful, small, firm breasts and she then started to
unbutton Kerry's combats. Soon Kerry was naked too. She had
larger breasts than either of us and a gorgeous thatch of
ginger pubic hair. As I kissed her, she sat down on my dress.
I sat next to her and stroked her breasts, gently squeezing
her nipples. Emma licked her thighs and worked up towards
her sex. As the pleasure mounted, Kerry reached down my leg
to my foot. I lifted it and she unfastened the shoe and
pushed my toes towards her nose. She inhaled deeply and
started to lick. She alternately sniffed and licked as
Emma made her come. "I told you I love your scent, she said.
Are these hers?" she asked Emma, picking up the soiled
panties.
"They were, but now they're mine", she said.
She raised them to her nose. "Divine", she said, inhaling
deeply before passing them back.
We all slowly got dressed. As I gave Emma a kiss, Kerry took
one last picture of us, in our short tennis whites and
red high heels, before we went back to the car and Kerry went
back to the shop.
*******************
Chapter 3 Back to Emma's apartment
After the encounter with a total stranger in the shopping
mall toilets on top of the morning's
outdoor sex, I'd stopped thinking about home. I wasn't even
paying attention to where Emma was
driving us and I sat back in the passenger seat, knickerless,
in my short dress. Emma stroked my
thigh as we sat in traffic. "Let's have some music", she
said, putting the Tatu CD into the
player. Although I wasn't thinking about where we were going,
I kind of knew we'd be going to
Emma's place. There was a slight scent of sex in the car and
I breathed it in, deciding not to
open a window. As Emma sang along to "All the things she
said" I again started to feel horny
and felt the familiar feeling of blood rushing to my sex.
We got into Emma's front door and started to kiss
immediately. Nothing needed to be said, I felt
intoxicated by her.
"I think I'm falling in love", she said. "I hope you're not
attached".
It seemed a strange thing to say after a day of sex,
including a threesome with a stranger, but
it turned me on. I knew this beautiful woman wanted me.
She unzipped my dress and I stepped out of it.
"For someone who's not sure if she's gay, you really are
something", I said.
I kicked off my shoes and stood naked, gazing at her
wantonly.
Emma, still clothed, led me to her bedroom. It was very tidy,
apart from a pair of her soiled
panties on the floor. She pushed me onto the bed and started
kissing again, running her hands
over my body.
"I love your tits," she said and she started licking them,
while stroking my pussy. I reached down
beside her bed and picked up the soiled, black panties and
brought them to my nose.
"MMMM, these smell good", I said.
Emma stopped what she was doing and sat back, looking at me.
"God, you look sexy." She started to undress and I started
masturbating while sniffing the panties
and watching her strip. By the time Emma was naked, I was
close to coming. I was going to save my
orgasm for her to finish me, but she'd started to touch
herself too. Emma had once again taken
out my panties to smell. Sniffing her's and watching her
sniff mine, my hand wandered back down to
my clitoris. Emma was rubbing herself faster now "I've always
wanted to do this," she said. We both
managed to come together with powerful climaxes. We swapped
the panties back over and slipped them
on before getting into the bed to lay in each other's arms
and drift in and out of sleep.
When I woke up, it was early evening. Emma came into the room
wearing a white towel bathrobe.
"Hey, honey, you're awake", she said. "Do you want a shower?"
"That sounds good," I replied dreamily, and swung my legs out
of the bed.
"It's this way, hon", she said, taking my hand. In the
bathroom she passed me a towel and a short,
T-shirt nightie. I accepted these without thinking and
slipped off my panties as she turned on the
water. Emma took them from my hand and watched as I stepped
into the running water.
She said "I'll be in the living room, darling", and she left
the room.
As I started to wash, it just occurred to me that I was
staying the night and had to go to work the
following day. I realised that I had no work clothes with me
and would need to go home.
Once I was clean and dry I wrapped the towel around my hair
and slipped on nightie. I walked past the
front door to the living room. Emma had hung my tennis dress
on a hanger by the door.
In the living room she'd put on the TV and lit a joss stick.
She was in the kitchen preparing some food.
I went in and put my arms around her, kissing her neck as she
beat some eggs. There was an open bottle
of wine on the work surface.
"You were telling me about how you discovered women earlier
on," I said.
"Yeh. I told you about my first time with a prostitute,
didn't I?" she replied. "Well, from there, my
relationship with my ex changed. I asked him if we could do
it again and he was really keen.
We started to do it regularly, but from the second time it
became obvious that he really wanted to see
me with the other woman before fucking her himself. As money
was no object to him, this kind
of took over our sex lives and soon most of my sex was with
other women. I was finding that exciting
but at the same time, I was beginning to feel very rejected.
Things came to a head one evening
when he brought home two girls. He made it really obvious
that we were to have one each.
Again, I found this very exciting, but felt hurt when we went
into separate rooms. I fucked her
and enjoyed it, but decided that our relationship was over
the following morning. Since then, I've been
with a guy once, which I enjoyed, and I had a three month
fling with a policewoman. That ended about 12
weeks ago. What about you?"
"Oh, I knew I was gay from my early teens," I replied. "I
used to have crushes on other girls and even the babysitter
from the age of 12 or so. I managed to lose my virginity at a
sleepover when I was 15. I'd been showing my friend
how to kiss boys (I had kissed one or two by then!) and she'd
shown me some lingerie that she'd bought for her first
time with him. I got her to put it on and we kissed. I told
her that to have a good time, she should get him to
touch her and I showed her how. After giving her an orgasm, I
told her to practice on me. She did this and gave
me my first girl to girl come. We 'practiced' again on two
other occasions before falling out over the whole
thing. However, from then on, I knew for certain how I liked
being touched by other girls. I did sleep with a guy
once, but I didn't come. It just did nothing for me."
Soon the scrambled eggs and toast were ready and we sat
together on the couch. My short nightie had ridden
all way up as I sat down and I caught the reflection of my
naked sex on the glass table.
We drank some wine and after we'd finished eating, Emma chose
a DVD. As she put it into the machine, she
slipped off her robe and took my panties out of the pocket.
She was wearing a nightie like mine and she sat
on one end of the couch, her legs apart and facing me,
panties in her hand. I noticed a white, silky, filmy
fabric clinging to her labia.
The DVD started and it turned out to be porn. There were
three women dressed like cheer-leaders, kissing and
gradually undressing. They gradually removed each other's
panties, skirts, shirts and bras and ended up on the
floor eating each other out.
I had begun to feel horny again, watching this, but more so
from what Emma was doing while she watched the film.
She was touching herself through the material of her
underwear and was smelling mine. In the next scene on the
DVD, one cheerleader was eating another one out, who still
wore her knickers. She had pushed the crotch to one
side and was teasing her partner's clit with her tongue. Emma
rubbed herself more vigorously, and I fell to
my own, naked vagina with relish. Emma caught sight of me
masturbating. She then alternately looked at me and
the movie, while sniffing at my knickers. I could tell she
would soon come, and I took her hand away from her
sex and licked her fingers. Next, I bent forward and pulled
the damp, clinging panties from her wet slit and
pushed the material to one side. She smelled heavenly. There
was the musk of her pussy, mingled with another,
musky scent of her body spray. I ran my tongue along her
labia and around the hood of her clitoris, teasing her
and making her wait.
"Oh, God, Sarah, this is too much", she groaned. However, it
seemed right for it to be my turn to be in control.
I slid a finger into her engorged vagina, wetting it in her
come and lid it down her hairless labia to her anus.
I found that her panties were a thong. Emma moaned softly as
I pushed the material of her slid my finger into her
rectum and started once again to lick around her clitoris.
After a few minutes of gentle probing and licking, her
breathing became deeper and she started to pant. I knew she
was now very close to orgasm and I slowed down again.
I slipped my finger out of her anus and dipped another one
into her pussy. I slid this one into her rectum and
took a sniff of the finger I'd had up her before. As I went
back to her labia and hood, she took my finger up to
her nose and dropped the panties to the floor. As she started
gasping betwen sniffs, I started sucking her clit
and pushed Emma over the edge into a powerful climax. As her
moans died down, I slipped her panties down her hips.
They were soaked with cum. I wiped my fingers in them and put
them on the table.
"That's the best come I've ever had," said Emma. "All I'm
good for now is sleep."
"Let's go to bed", I said and gently led Emma by the hand. We
lay in each others arms, tired but very satisfied.
I woke after a few hours and went to get some water.
Remembering Emma's underwear on the table, I paused. I could
just about make out the silhouette on the glass table. I sat
on the floor, my legs apart and touched myself. As I
started to get wet, I raised the panties to my nose,
savouring Emma's scent. I quickly came and put the panties
back before getting into bed.