Duke's was exactly what Emma had expected. It had the feel of a
jazz/dinner/dance club of the 40's. All the tables circled around a dance
floor and a small bandstand with a jazz trio...piano, bass and drums
playing continuessly. It wasn't a pick up bar, it was classy and the
clientel was diverse. Older couples reliving days gone by, younger couples
experiencing something they had only seen in the movies. But it was a
couples place. Emma glanced around the room, thinking how perfect it was,
while Stanley checked in with the maitre'd. He came up behind her and put
his hands on her waist, kissing her neck, "So what do you think?"
"Perfect." A hostess came up to them, smiling at Stanley. She was pretty, and Emma couldn't help but notice the way she looked at him. He was obvious to the looks, "Mr. Jobson, your table is ready." Stanley took Emma's hand, and the hostess watched with aye at the tenderness he showed towards Emma. A smile appeared across Emma's face, noticing the look. She was with him. He only wanted to be with her.
Their table was just off the dance floor, but situated to the side, where it was more secluded. Once seated Stanley didn't waste any time. Emma began looking at the menu, while Stanley scooted his chair closer, and his right hand went under the table and he placed his hand on her thigh. She looked up from the menu and he was gazing at her. His menu unopened.
"Do you know what you want already?"
"I know what I want." He raised his eyebrows, "and it's not on the menu...but sitting directly across from me."
"Stanley, be serious."
"I'm serious. Anything would be fine with me right now." She had a hard time concentrating on the menu. Knowing he was looking at her.
All of a sudden from out of the blue, Stan's client Toby Williams popped up at their table, with a bottle of wine. Toby was in his mid 40's, 5'11", dark and bulky in appearance. Emma thought he looked like something off the Sopranos. He gave Stanley a pat on the back, "Stan, I am so glad you could finally make it. I hope everything is suitable, the table...the wine." He noticed Stanley's gazes at his companion. "and the company more than suitable I can see." He smiled at Emma and she blushed.
"This is great, Toby. I really appreciate it."
"No, problem." He turned to Emma, "This man has no idea what a service he has done for me, time and time again. A brilliant technician, incredibly modest...overly honest...a rarity among men...but then you probably already know that Miss.."
"Emma." Toby took her hand and kissed the back of it.
He showed Stanley the bottle of wine, and Stanley raised his eyebrows, "whoa, Toby, this is a bit extravagant..." it was apparent Stanley knew about wines.
"Nothing but the best for you, Stan and your lovely lady friend. On the house." He preceded to uncork the bottle and let Stan take a taste before he poured any for Emma.
"Superb." Toby then poured a glass for Emma and filled Stanley's.
He gave them a smile and nodded his head, "Enjoy your dinner, Emma...Stanley...anything you need...you let me know."
"Thanks, Toby."
He walked away, and Emma took hold of his hand across the table, "Everyone thinks your wonderful."
"I don't care what anyone thinks but you."
"The hostess was eying you. She was incredibly attractive."
"YOU are incredibly attractive, as far as I'm concerned you are the only one in the room. And I would appreciate it if you would show the same common courtesy to me. Since we got here, your eyes have been elsewhere." He squeezed her hand tight and smiled, a twinkle in his eye.
"You do make me feel like I'm the only one in the room"she paused slightly embarrassed, he was gazing at her waiting for her to finish what she was saying. "I don't get out much, you know, this is like a whole other world for me..."
"I know. And I want you to have a good time" he took a sip of wine.
"With you. That's a guarantee." Stanley picked up the menu, and eyed her over the top, she was watching him. She had that way of looking at him. The longing evident, it got to him everytime. He reached over and opened her menu. She didn't look down. The shoe was now on the other foot.
He pointed down at the specials, "Top Sirloin Steak, always an excellent choice...what do you fancy?" Emma's eyes lit up and she smiled. Stanley realized his wording was all wrong. Everything seemed to be construed to their attraction and desire for one another. "I know what you're thinking, because I'm thinking it too...but we have to eat."
"Of course. Steak sounds good." She closed her menu, and took a sip of her wine, it was going to be a long night.
The evening was everything they both could had hoped for. After they ordered, Stanley took Emma out on the dance floor, he couldn't pass up the opportunity to hold her next to him for the 3 minute duration of 'Let's Fall In Love', it had fond memories of dancing with her in the kitchen only a few weeks ago. He was still favoring his left foot, but even felt up to the upbeat tempo of 'It Don't Mean a Thing If you ain't got that Swing.', trying his hand at swing, twirling Emma. She felt like a klutz but enjoyed herself and they both laughed. Walking back to their table, Stan's arm around her waist, pulling her as close to him as possible, they were oblivious to all around them. As he held her chair out for her, he leaned over her, his hand went to the back of her neck, rubbing it sensuously, Emma took a deep breath, looking up to face him.
"That is driving me crazy."
He smiled, "I know." He leaned in closer and placed his other hand on her chin as he drew her face closer to his. His lips met hers, the hand on her neck continued to arouse her, while his tongue parted her lips and found hers anxiously awaiting. Both of them were quite absorbed in the moment, until Stanley heard his name. Oh, how he loved it when Emma spoke his name. But it wasn't Emma. He reluctantly let go of her lips and centered on where the attention came from. With the salutation, he stood up straight to greet whomever, feeling slightly lightheaded.
"Oh, my word, it is you, Stanley." Monique purred. A customer from the shop, dressed to the 9's in a red low cut designer dress, she sidled up to him, the attraction imminent, not bothered even with a male acquaintance in tow.
Emma's head was spinning from the wine and the sublime kiss he had just secured on her lips. Seeing this sophisticated, self confident beauty come on to Stan in such a forward manner did not set well.
Monique smiled at Stanley. She had never seen him in a suit and quite liked the look on him. "My, my, you do clean up nicely." Eyes appreciated the breathtaking scenery as her manicured hand trailed sensuously down the lapel of the jacket. It was unbuttoned and it was quite a restrain on her part as she stopped at his belt.
Stanley's eyes followed her hand but made no attempt to remove it.
A wave of nausea brushed over Emma' swimming head. Seconds ago, his kiss filled her senses and now some other woman was flirting with him. Feeling a bit sick at the sight and why Stanley wasn't stopping the advance, she decided this wasn't going to happen. Much too quickly she stood, resulting with an accented sway.
Stanley caught her before she fell, snapping him out of the daze he had just been in. He wasn't even really sure what had happened. He'd been kissing Emma, and then Monique was greeting him, then touching him.
"I think your date, has had a little too much to drink." Monique smirked while she shook her head in disgust. It was the first time Monique had given Emma a second glance, though she seemed vaguely familiar but couldn't place her. Eying her from head to toe, she then turned to again brazenly admire Stanley. Being infatuated by their passionate kiss, she had imagined those lips on her. Instead, he was obviously serious about this woman, even though she was dizzy to stand on her own feet. Too bad. It seemed like such a waste. He had incredible potential and was probably even more incredible in bed. At least she could encourage the idea.
Emma noticed the look she gave him and it was pretty obvious what she was thinking. Something came over her, and she felt she had to prove something. Politely extending her hand, "I don't think we've met, I'm Emma Heyward." Monique barely touched her hand as if she could care less, returning her focus to Stanley. Emma refused to be pushed aside. Changing tactics to fit the occasion, as she was sure she had seen a similar gown on the red carpet. "That dress..."
Flattery was one downfall of Monique's and this caught her attention. , "Do you like it?" A vacuum for attention, she pirouetted a half circle to show off her gown, and her figure for Stan. Being an active clothes fiend, she was also proud of the way she looked in all her designer clothes.
Stanley distracted himself purposely by looking over at Emma wondering where this was going. A smug look had appeared on her face.
"I do." She cooed sweetly. "In fact I am sure I saw it on the Academy Awards."
"Yes, you did."
Stanley watched them, and found it interesting to say the least. He picked up his wineglass off the table. Needed something to occupy himself since this conversation didn't seem to be letting up. Women and clothes...not the most interesting subject, but he found the change in Emma remarkable. She was confident and wasn't leaning on him. Seemingly not jealous. A first.
"Madonna, I remember now...Madonna wore that dress. And it looks so
much better on you."
Stanley nearly choked on his wine. The dress was horrible, too low cut, and not flattering at all, as far as he was concerned. Of course he knew nothing about clothes. But he knew what he liked and Emma's tight fitting black dress was by far more attractive then that gawdy thing Monique had on. He found Emma's connived complement not quite believable. But the fish had already taken the bait. Emma, noticing his gag, gave him a dirty look.
"That is so kind of you to say...I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."
"Emma.."
Monique this time responded with a touch to her elbow as in missing the earlier greeting extended.
Stanley raised his eyebrows. Oh, now they were getting chummy. This was good. He looked around hoping the waiter was coming with dinner, as he wanted to sit down.
About then, a little disturbance started behind the group. He briefly turned only to get bumped by an older gentleman who was obviously a bit tipsy on his way to the toilet. Stanley tried to steady himself but in doing so, tipped the wineglass, and it spilt right down the front of Monique's dress.
From Emma's angle of view, she had seen it coming but did not have time to warn Monique out of the way. The sight was better than Emma could have imagined to witness. The spilt wine's intended target had eyes that widened upon impact. Watching in disbelief, the burgundy splotches penetrate her beautiful gown.
Stanley grimaced. "Monique, I am so sorry."
Monique couldn't be cross at him. "It wasn't your fault." She looked past him at the elderly gentlemen and snidely commented, "This use to be a classy place, now they seem to let anyone in."
He picked up a napkin, and was about to try and wipe as much wine off as he could. Monique was beaming, anticipating Stanley brushing her off. "You must let me pay for the dry cleaning bill."
No, this wasn't going to happen. Emma quickly grabbed his hand. " No, you don't" she whispered firmly. "You're not touching that woman. Do I make myself perfectly clear Stanley?" He was surprised by this comment. She grabbed the napkin out of his hand and turned back to Monique, who had not heard Emma's remark.
"He can be such a klutz at times." She continued with a forced giggle. "You should see him in the bedroom. I'm sure you know what I mean." Monique looked stunned. Was he really sleeping with her? Stanley was additionally surprised by her comment. She handed Monique the napkin noticing a slow song had just started.
Emma coolly turned on her heels facing her Stanley. "Our song, sweetheart." She then turned back to Monique. "You'll excuse us, won't you? This is our song that Stanley and I first made love to, our first time, you know." Again looking up into Stan's eyes, she was hoping for a provoked reaction.
He had a twinkle in them all right. What the hell was she doing? It was so not like her but he was loving every minute of it.
An eyebrow upturned as he playfully decided to join the game, much to Emma's surprise. "Ah yes, I remember like it was yesterday, darling." He gave Emma a squeeze. "In the cab of my Dad's 57 Chevy pickup.... On an old dirt road just outside of El Paso. Very secluded under the starlit night." Emma watched in amazement as he began to totally absorb himself in the fabrication of a story. Monique had stopped dabbing at the wine stains also interested. "My dad's truck only dialed in one station, KXLP. Playing Jazz standards. I recall 'That Old Black Magic' blaring out from those rickety speakers. They worked pretty damn good actually...and Emma." he acted out a far away stare as in 'embracing the moment type', "letting me undo her bra ...a big accomplishment for a young lad like myself." He gave her a fabricated peck on the check. Receiving the intended result of this farce, Emma tried pulling his arm. She was starting to feel a little desperate about the little contrived situation.
"Stanley, I want to dance and I'm sure Monique isn't interested in all this."
"Oh, but I am." She had that funny starry look in her eyes. Emma couldn't believe she was actually buying such rubbish.
Stan seemed very please with himself and decided to continue. This was kind of fun. He picked up another glass of wine, sipping it for effect. "I bet you didn't realize we've known each other since we were teenagers." Monique shook her head, unable to find any words. "Of course Emma had a few years on me with experience as well, but that night..." He seemed to raise the glass slightly in a silent salute. "Well, she used that black magic on me. That night." another far away look for effect".I became a man." He sighed as if reminiscing, then turned to Monique. "I was incredibly lucky that she came back into my life, don't you think?"
Emma couldn't believe this. She grabbed him by the lapels. "Come on, lover boy." She gave him a dirty look. "Let me show you some real magic." And dragged him out unto the floor.
At a safe distance, she wrapped her arms around his neck and he slipped his arms around her waist enduring a glare placed directly at him. "Why are you looking at me that way?"
"Really, Stanley, a 57 Chevy? Undoing my bra? 'I became a man '. What the hell do you think you were doing?"
"You started it. I just thought your story needed a bit of substance, some detail." He teased her with a warm smile, "undoing your bra in the cab of a 57 Chevy ...I don't know...it sounded feasible. In fact, I was getting turned on just thinking of the possibility."
Emma blushed.
"You think it sounds good too. Don't deny it...and you were desperately trying to make Monique jealous."
"I was not."
"Really?" He looked over his shoulder where a waiter had now appeared on the scene to clean up the mess. Monique longingly looked towards the dance floor at them. "Well, here's your chance because we have her attention...so we better make it look good."
"You're making fun of me. I just wanted to make sure she knew you were off limits." She put on a pout and he lifted her chin.
"I think she knows." He leaned in and kissed her hungrily, his hands slipped further down, clutching her bottom tightly as his tongue probed the inside of her mouth. Another little surprise suddenly presented itself as his hands explored over that sheer dress and slip. Emma felt Stanley smile against her own lips. She pulled away from him watching a smile appear across his face, his eyes now averted down to her legs. With one hand he tried to lift her skirt to see her bare leg.
"What are you doing?"
"You're wearing a garter belt."
Embarrassed, Emma removed her hand from his neck to give his hand a well- deserved little swat for the tickling it caused from wandering around.
This only made him smile more. "I like it." He nodded his head. "Yeah, I'm liking a lot what I'm seeing tonight." She blushed and buried her head into his shoulder. He tenderly caressed her back, kissing the top of her head. "You have nothing at all to worry about, Em...I'm all yours." Straying a glance to the far side, "I think Monique got the picture." He could now see Monique, defeated, heading towards the bathroom. Turning his attention back to this beautiful creature in his arms, he turned her chin to look up at him. Her shyness was met by his smile, "But one thing, let's get this perfectly straight...a klutz in the bedroom I am not."
"Well, I will have to make that judgment for myself won't I?"
"Oh, so you're expecting an invite back to my place after dinner?"
It had never been discussed. What they would be doing, where they would be going after dinner but now it had been laid on the table.
"It crossed my mind.."
"Stay the whole night?"
"Only if that's what you want."
"I'm asking you if it's what you want. Because you know what I want."
She smiled, "It's what I want."
He kissed her gently, Stanley looked over her shoulder seeing the waiter bringing their food, he kissed her, then took her hand, smiling sweetly at her. "Our dinner is on the table." Heading back to their table, his mind racing ahead to the evening unfolding in front of them. She wondered what he was thinking about. She was pretty sure it wasn't the meal.
* * * * * * * With dinner over, the bill paid, they headed out to the Suburban that was parked out on the street a block away. It was a beautiful spring evening with a slight chill in the air. Stanley put his arm around her as they made their way down 5th Avenue.
O'Malley's was an Irish pub in the Gaslamp district and was also on 5th. This was one of Meg's favorite spots to try and catch some action. Nancy, one of her friends needing an adventure for the evening and Meg were heading out of the bar, once again man-less.
This was the unfortunate same time Stanley got his keys out and unlocked the passenger door of the suburban, parked literally yards away from them.
Emma turned and reached up playing with his lapels. "Who was she?"
"Who?" He had no idea what she was talking about.
"The girl in the 57 Chevy."
He smiled and gently pressed her up against the side of the suburban. "The girl in the 57 Chevy?" He sighed.
"Yes, who was she? Your first?"
He paused, looking into her eyes, watching her anticipate his answer with curiosity. "I hate to disappoint you but there was no girl in a 57 Chevy. Only in my fantasies."
"You fantasize about girls in 57 Chevy's?" His hands were now wandering down her legs, he was still thinking about the discovery he had made earlier and couldn't wait to get her home and remove those stockings. He felt the strap holding them in place. Emma squirmed under those roaming hands, trying to stay sane.
He snuggled in closer, kissing her neck and traveled up to her cheek. In between kisses he managed an answer slightly embarrassed, "My fantasies are about you in a 57 Chevy."
Emma was surprised. Seeing her reaction, he tried to act nonchalant about it. "It's no big deal. It's a fantasy...okay...stop looking at me that way." But it didn't seem to be working.
"It's rather sweet."
He was blushing. He managed to get the door open and before she got in the car, she placed her hands on his chest. "It doesn't have to be a 57 Chevy, does it?" she teased.
He laughed, "I don't think the Suburban really has the same effect, do you? Besides you need a bench seat and I doubt I could find a secluded dirt road around here." Now the thought of Emma in her garter belt and stockings sitting in a Chevy truck, clouded his mind. He gave her a little pat on the behind. "Can we go now?" She gave him a look before sliding into the car.
Nancy spotted them first. "Oh, my god, I can't believe it. Meg, look." She discreetly pointed down the street where Stan had Emma pinned against his car. "That's Emma, isn't it?" She wasn't sure. It was hard to see in the light.
Meg followed her gaze and all she saw was Stan. There was no mistaken that firm body, those arms. The man that was part of every one of her erotic fantasies, and here he was doing things that she had dreamt time and time again that he would do to her. His body pressed against a woman, his knee slightly spreading hers with his with that look in his eyes, hands roaming up her legs. This could have happened to her, he had been so close to this kind of intimacy last Christmas with her, and then Emma had to spoil everything. God she hated her. She pushed that thought out of her mind and tried to see the woman's face. It didn't take long to realize who it was in his grasp. From their discreet angle, the view was bared for them to see. He began kissing her. They were laughing. Then he opened the door for her and she slid in the car. Before shutting the door, his hand went to her thigh. Once again trying to lift her dress, this time succeeding as he slid his hand up her dress running his hand across the top of the stocking, then across her bare leg, and up towards her panties. There was no mistake by the onlookers that her body shook. She swayed, becoming lightheaded. Getting the reaction he fully intended, he stopped, sliding his hand back out from under her dress and then went to her cheek, kissing her gently, looking into her eyes. Nancy' weight hung heavy on Meg's arm as she tried to pull herself up from her almost fatal faint. They said something but Meg couldn't make it out. A sick knot wound tight. This couldn't be happening! Meg was furious. She had the gall to come across miss sweet and innocent, this woman was seducing him, it was clear to Meg.
Nancy regained her foothold and stood next to her watching the display. "My god, was that the most sensual thing you've ever witnessed?"
Meg gave her a dirty look. "She has manipulated and connived to get him away from me!"
Nancy stared at her in disbelief. "And how do you figure he was ever interested in you, Meg? He has always been interested in Emma. Stop being so delusional." Nancy then put two and two together. "You're the one that reported her to the principal aren't you. You want her fired."
"It was a parent."
"With your help. How could you do that to her? Emma has never done anything to you."
"I told you she took Stanley from me. You were there on Christmas Eve. You saw the way he touched me."
"He was showing you how to play pool, he was being nice. The whole time his eyes were on Emma and you know it." Nancy started feeling a little concerned about Meg's behavior. She watched as the Suburban drove off and the look in Meg's eyes scared her. This woman was much more deranged than she thought. What else could she be capable of? She decided then and there, it was time to start hanging out with different people. Meg had some major problems.
* * * * * * *
The drive to Stanley's house was quiet. Both of them fully aware of what would be taking place very soon. He kept glancing at her while driving. She was fiddling with the strap of her purse. He knew she was nervous and he hoped he could make her feel comfortable. He turned on the radio, to relieve the silence. A classic rock station belting out the Rolling Stones 'Satisfaction'. Stanley started tapping the steering wheel and began singing. Emma looked over at him and he managed a smile. She only wished she could be as relaxed as he appeared to be.
The Suburban pulled up into his driveway. As he turned the keys, pulling them out, the silence now seemed unbearable. Emma was making no attempt to get out of the car. "This is it." He closed his eyes embarrassed at the usage of words. They just came out that way. He quickly got out of the car and went over to her side, opening the door for her, not knowing if she was even planning to get out at this point.
Stanley felt the need to apologize, "I didn't mean it like that."
"I know." she took his offered hand and stepped out of the car.
Stanley stood at the door fumbling with his keys, he dropped them, and smiled at her nervously laughing. Maybe he was just as nervous as her, she thought. He always seemed self-assured, but the silence, the wrong words and now the keys..these all seemed signs of nerves.
Once inside the door, Scrap came bounding towards Stan, from the kitchen. Stan got down on his knees and gave the dog a good rub, tousling his mangy fur. "You missed me, did you, boy?" Emma closed the door behind her, and stood against it, smiling down at the two of them. Beginning to feel a bit relaxed, she leaned back, propping her right foot against the door, her knee bent. She liked watching them together.
Stan happened to look up at her, the way she was standing, so relaxed and so desirable. She was tenderly smiling at him. He gave Scrap a sturdy pat and stood up, addressing the dog, "Come on, boy, to bed." Turning towards Emma, "Don't move" and a wink followed. Scrap followed him into the kitchen where Stanley got him a dog biscuit and then clapped his hands and Scrap curled up on the pillow by the backdoor.
Stanley, feeling a bit thirsty, popped open the fridge to grab a beer, "Emma, do you want anything?" He peered over the fridge door to where she was still propped against the door. She seemed elsewhere. What was she thinking? He wondered. "Emma?"
She looked towards the kitchen acknowledging him. "Umm?" was what he heard or something else, unrecognizable as a word.
He held up his beer, "Want something?"
She smiled, closed her eyes, thinking 'you', but didn't say it. She shook her head. Stanley walked towards her taking a sip of the beer and then setting it on the bureau next to the door, moving very close to her. Emma put her foot down and as he drew closer her arms went around his neck and she pulled his face to hers, their lips met, both hungry for each other, Stanley began groping her like an anxious schoolboy. Emma felt she couldn't breath.
A few seconds transpired that felt like minutes, He left her standing there, a little bit disheveled, she was breathing heavy, straightening her dress, and he turned to her, "I'll be back, don't go anywhere." She was speechless, as he headed down the hall, she heard a door open, and she rested her head back and sighed, trying to recompose herself. My god, how was she supposed to get through this night. If he did this to her everytime he kissed her?
Stanley wanted everything just right. He lit a few candles on the bedside table and pulled down the covers. When he headed back to Emma, she was once again lost to him. He saw that far away look in her eyes. Reaching for her hand, she slowly took it. "Do you want to come with me?"
A shy nod was all she could respond with. He was relaxed still sipping at the beer as he escorted her into the bedroom. The candlelight gave the room warmth she hadn't remembered from her previous experience here. Then she realized that he had remodeled and painted. The walls were now a burnt orange color. Modern landscapes adorned the wall. A beautiful multicolored bedspread of browns, black, red, oranges and yellows accented the comfortable looking king-size bed. She let go of his hand and walked to the screen door that led out to the newly built patio. He wanted her to feel comfortable, so the walk around the room was definitely encouraged. He took his jacket off and hung it in the closet, and then sat down in the leather chair near the bed to remove his socks and shoes.
She slid open the sliding glass doors and went out onto the patio looking up at the stars, then peeked her head back in, "This is great, Stanley. You've really done a wonderful job."
"Thanks." as he untied his shoes, He watched her walk back in, and head over to the dresser, where she preceded to examine the contents. A few photographs of Holly, but the last one threw her, picking it up, she then looked over at Stanley,
"This is a picture of me." It was candid, Emma had no idea it had been taken.
"It is. Holly took it at Christmas."
"I guess I just never thought you'd have a picture of me, in your bedroom."
He slipped off a shoe, "Can't think of anyone else I'd like in my bedroom." he said raising his eyebrows.
She blushed, putting the picture down, and skimmed over the top of the dresser, a JR Tolkein novel 'The Two Towers', some loose change, a few computer magazines. She then headed towards the new bathroom, peering into the door.... it was huge. A double sink, a huge tub and a separate shower. Aftershave, and electric shaver, deodorant, toothpaste and brush, looked so alone on the huge sink area. She returned to the bedroom, and moved over to the corner of the bed, close to where Stanley was sitting. She nonchalantly sat on the edge, watching him, she reached for his beer and took a sip. Nervously, she began playing with her feet. They crossed, they entwined around each other, the toes of her shoes gently rubbing the back of her calves. Stanley was well aware of every move she made, and was now drawn to her feet, and those luscious legs. It was incredibly sexy to him. Of course, Emma was oblivious to what she was doing.
As he removed his left shoe and sock the throbbing in his foot reminded him it was still healing. The dancing had taken its toll. He flexed it a bit, then crossed his legs, giving it a slight rub. Emma watched. "Is your foot bothering you?"
"Maybe I overdid the dancing just a bit." He smiled, as she looked a little concerned so he put it back down. "I'll be fine." He reassured her. She nervously went back to concentrating on her feet.
Her sitting on the bed caused him to think of a previous time when he had been drunk and easily seduced after a much celebrated homecoming from college drinking spree. Holly had been the only blessing from that encounter.Now here was Emma. The complete opposite, being herself, shy, nervous, sweet, but exuding sexuality he found hard to resist. Nothing had prepared him of growing feelings that stirred his heart. He only hoped he could fulfill her desires that stay hidden so well. A chill ran down his spine.
He stood up, loosened his tie and moved over to the edge of the bed to stand in front of her. Taking the beer bottle out of her hands he took the last swig and set the bottle on the dresser behind him. Getting down on his knees, he took a foot into both hands, removing the shoe, gently messaging the sole. Looking up to see her reaction, she managed a smile. He followed suit to the other foot. She flexed her foot into his palm, enjoying the sensuous feel of his kneading hands.
Eyes journeyed up her leg where he could peek at the top of her stockings. Unsure of how she would react to him removing them, he didn't want to rush her. Slowly his hands glided up her leg, taking his time by caressing her ankle, calf, her knee and finally reaching the thigh. Hesitation confronted him once again, as he looked into her eyes, "May I?"
She nodded shyly.
He continued to run his fingers across the top, tracing the lace of the stocking, slowly finding each and then gently unclasping the securing attachment. Emma was beside herself, leaning back on her hands with her head slightly tilted back, both eyes closed, a sigh escaping her lips. Stanley gently kissed the bareness of her leg revealed above the stocking just before he began to roll the stocking down her leg.
His touch was sensuous, so tender, and commenced to set her on fire all at the same time. Emma found her breathing heavy, heart rate increased. Once again she felt him repeat the sequence on the other leg, this time supplying tender kisses along the upward trail. Fuel was added to her already burning fire and all the touching combined sent Emma's body to quivering. The other stocking unclasped, he proceeded to roll it down off her leg.
With both stockings removed, his slight hesitation caused her to look down, not wanting him to stop. She so craved his touch. Stanley smiled up at her, seeing her eyes full of longing and desire, anticipating his next move. He was only too glad to oblige. His hands traveled up her legs slowly, lips gravitating to her mid thigh. Emma sat up as if drawn to him, her hands went into his hair while his head was practically in her lap. She ran her fingers through it, grasping tightly every time he kissed her. The kisses continued everywhere. His hands now had reached her thighs, sliding back and forth inching closer to her panty line. Every touch of his lips on to her skin evoked a reaction. He was in untouched territory.
She let out a gasp, calling his name, "Stanley..."
Her scent was so intoxicating. He almost couldn't stop. Not sure, he lifted his head to look into her eyes. They were closed until his kissing ceased, then they slowly opened, seeing his gaze of concern. "I can stop."
She shook her head, completely breathless. "Please..." gasping. "no... Don't stop...." His fingers lightly traced the leg of her panties, followed by brushing his lips against her panties between her legs, spreading ever so slightly. Another gasp escaped, her hands buried into his hair, fists clenching, as if it were a matter of life or death.
Another kiss.this time pressing firmly against the satin material. Whatever thread of control Emma held, she no longer had. His lips lingered more kissing, a tongue lightly and sensually explored the area. She felt strong hands pull her forward into the insistent probing of his tongue. Heat and wetness emitted from Emma's body as it released her tightened nerves, responding to his touch. She couldn't hold in her bodies' demand as his kissing took her over the edge.
Feeling her response overwhelm her, Stanley moved up next to her and gently lay her back on the bed holding her body.
With his arms around her, soothing and comforting, Emma's breathing began to return to normal. She couldn't believe what had just transpired in that short amount of time with his coaxing. She realized she may not be up to the task of taking care of him and there tension began to form. Her hand went to her head, covering her eyes. She felt vulnerable and didn't want Stan to see what lay behind them. The look of apprehension, fear of not being able to please this man as he obviously could please her.
He sensed something, now wondering if he had been too hasty with her. "Emma, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have rushed you like that." He too had doubts but they were not as noticeably evident as Emma's was. He couldn't seem to help himself when she was in his arms. Feelings washed over him and he could hardly keep his hands to himself. He could hardly describe the flood of emotion and hoped he hadn't pushed the boundary. "We can take this slow, as slow as you like."
"I don't think that will matter." He didn't understand what she meant and looked at her confused.
"I don't think I can do this...I can't be the woman you're expecting." She quietly pulled away from him to stand up. Facing away from him, she was trying to pull herself together, already feeling cold straying from his touch.
"I'm expecting you, Emma...no one else." He tried to sound reassuring. It seemed evident any previous encounters of this kind had a strong effect on her. Apparently, what had transpired several years ago was nothing like what she just experienced.
"I don't know how to please a man." With her head hung down, she was ashamed.
The reality of the situation was dawning. "That's not true, you please me every minute I'm with you. I love you, Emma. Nothing else matters. " He paused not knowing what he should say or how much he should say. " I know this is new to you. That it's like the first time. Believe it or not, I'm not sure what I'm doing with you, it's new to me too."
She looked at him surprised by his comment, "But...the women in your past, I'm sure..."
He cut her off, "The women in my past." He laughed, trying to lighten this moment up. "You'd be surprised by the lack of women in my past."
She managed a smile and turned to face him. Good sign. "Right now, the only thing important to me is the woman in my present, the woman I want in my future." He reached out for her hand, taking hold of her fingers, gently massaging them, and smiling up at her. He wanted to tell her she was the first woman he'd ever loved. So this was a first for him, too. But he felt shy and embarrassed.
He reached his free hand up to his neck and tried loosening his tie, with one hand. It was starting to irritate him. He really wasn't fond of being confined with one.
Emma moved forward letting go of his hand briefly, "Let me get that." Leaning down she untied it. The neck of his shirt still buttoned, she instinctively undid the first button, stopping, "Is that better?"
"Much." He was glad to see her relaxing a bit. Her eyes looking at the little bit of chest hair peeking from above his shirt. She undid another button. Noticing her apprehension, he decided maybe he should help her out here. "You can take my shirt off." She seemed a bit embarrassed, the thoughts of last weekend in the garage made her blush. Stanley was pleased to see a smile appear on her face, he placed his hand over hers and placed it inside his shirt.
Her fingers made a figure 8 in his chest hair, just a small gesture that gave Stanley shivers. Noticing his reaction gave Emma a boost of confidence that had been lacking earlier. She slowly straddled his lap, the buttons on his shirt now in easy reach. She continued.
Stanley now sat back, and let her instigate the next move. Once all the buttons were undone, she slipped both hands inside his shirt and caressed his chest, not wanting to miss an inch. He let out a sigh, relaxing into the moment of her little venture. Her fingers brushed over his nipples and found they too liked attention, as her palms rotated and pressed against his chest. Feeling more comfortable with every fleeting second, she pulled the shirt out of his pants.
Emma's excitement building, she felt ready to remove his shirt. As she pulled it back off his shoulders, she realized the cuffs were still buttoned. It wouldn't come off. Taking his hand while unbuttoning the cuff, she drew it to her lips, gently kissing each fingertip, tracing a pattern across the palm with her tongue, sucking on each finger in turn. The pleasure he received from this action was intense and extremely gratifying. The warm insides of her mouth were imagined elsewhere. She repeated with the other hand and Stan had to fight everything in him as he felt that overwhelming exploding feeling rush through his body. With the buttons successfully undone, she effortlessly slipped the shirt off and revealed a smile at what it uncovered. This sight had caused butterflies only a short week ago. Tonight was an inferno.
Stan watched as she gazed down at him and gasped. She placed her palms on his chest, lowering her head, kissing him gently on the neck, the collarbone, then proceeded down, covering every inch with her soft warm kisses. Lingering briefly around his nipples, each were tasted with her tongue and then sucked hungrily. His hands now smothered into her hair, pulling her close. Emma's mouth was tantalizing and tempting. He felt about to lose it. Her movement on his lap wasn't helping matters.
Emma was fully aware of his body's response and slowed down, moving to his mouth, gently kissing him. The look of distinct pleasure was adamant in his gaze. Stroking her face tenderly and smiling, "What was that about not being able to please a man?" She blushed and buried her head into his shoulder. With the touch of his hand on the nape of her neck and the other in her hair, he held her closely.
His hand found it's way to the back of her dress but he was somewhat leery about the timing. So he proceeded cautiously, inching the zipper slowly down her back, while kissing her neck, expecting a reaction to either continue or to stop. To his satisfaction, she guided him as he began to slip the dress off her shoulder and wiggled, letting the dress drop to her waist. She placed her hands around his neck as his kisses continued down her neck unto her chest. A finger traced the lace frill of the slip, then down across her breasts. Shivers darted through her body. Stanley continued kissing lower, the low cut slip barely covering her breasts. His head now nestled between them. Emma's body quivered as his tongue enjoyed the teasing of each. Stanley felt the excitement build as his hands fondled her breasts. Becoming impatient, but not able to figure out how to remove the rest of her clothes, she remained on his lap, wiggling around. But to no avail.
"I don't think this is going to work." Emma laughed, as her dress was now twisted around her middle. Stan, joining in, lifted her off his lap. She now stood in front of him as she slid the dress off her body and stepped out of it. Standing in her slip, she instinctively straightened the skirt. Stan watched as her hands caressed her body in complete innocence. Her hands glided across her breasts down her stomach and thighs over the sheer material. Stanley was completely turned on. He stood up and went to her, mirroring her own actions. Emma felt a wave come over her as the touching was too much. Stan guided a slip strap off her shoulder, as the same to the other one. His hand reaches up her slip, fondling her thighs. Emma doesn't think she could stand feeling so weak. His fingers linger at her panty line. Her breathing now heavy, Stan realizes she is so close to another orgasm. What this woman does to his soul, so close to coming again with the barest of touches! He takes his hand away and then pulls her slip down exposing her breasts. Both showing full attention. Then it brushed past her stomach and finally falls down her legs, pooling on the floor. Still holding her shaking body, Stan helps her step out of it.
Emma now only in underpants and a garter belt, placed her hand on his cheek, whispering. "I was ready," commenting on his not taking her panties off.
He placed a finger over her lips. "No, too soon...." he smiled to reassure her. "We have all night, let's make it last. Enjoy it. I know I am." He smiled wickedly as he playfully gave each breast a kiss, the tip of his tongue tickling.
She giggled. Her hands went to his chest, playfully spelling out I love you with her finger, in a swoop of the 'y' of you, her hand reached his belt. Seriousness came over her and she looked up at him for some reassurance.
She was asking for permission. Stanley knew her apprehensions "Do you want to take them off?" Shyly she nodded. He nodded back to her, encouraging her to do what she wanted.
She undid the belt then unzipped his pants, slipping them over his hips, revealing a pair of boxer shorts. Guiding the pants down, she had to crouch as she slipped them past his thighs. Her hands caressing his thighs and calves on the way down. Stanley's hands were on her shoulders, looking down watching her enjoying this small feat. He steps out of them as they reach his ankles and helps her up. Her naked breasts against his chest, feeling her heart race, plus the fact she had just removed his pants...well, he was turned on, there was no question about that. Then Emma's hand slipped inside his shorts. A hand begins caressing and fondling his rear end. Just the idea she was in his shorts and in such close proximity to the remainder of the equation, managed to speed up his heart rate.
Emma was feeling the temperature rise as well. The feel of his firm rear end, the smoothness of his skin, her head nestled against his chest. Stanley's hands were in her hair, his stroking becoming more intense with every caress she administered. Everything felt so right. She had no apprehension as both hands now moved to his thighs. Stanley released a groan and a drawn out sigh as she began to slide his shorts down. "Oh, Emma." A deep breath released. Emma slid the shorts down, his excitement very evident. Her soft naked breasts brushed up against him. He gasps, his hold on her hair tightens, pulling it slightly. The little pain is nothing as Emma realizes what she has stirred in him. He steps out of his shorts. She slowly stands up, this time deliberately brushing against his erection, lingering a brief moment. Stanley's breathing quickens. His eyes close as his head tilts back, grabbing her hair. She slowly moves up his chest, tenderly kissing him. Then she reaches down and takes him into her hands. Another gasp escapes, he calls out her name as she begins to caress and massage. Placing him directly against her belly, she feels the soft erotic skin rubbing. He raises her head in his hands to passionately kiss her as she continues to cause him incredible pleasure below the waist. His kissing was so intense and determined, Emma felt she couldn't breath.
It was coming too fast for him as he could feel his body's responses fill with need. He was quickly losing control. "Oh, God, Emma...stop.Please." he begged, holding her head in his hands, pressing his face against her hair. He felt her other busy hand had strayed way low and was beginning to cradle and hold. It was too much. A wave rushed over him. Emma took him over the edge as warm liquid covered her stomach. He buried his head in her hair, kissing the top of it. Shaken momentarily, he felt Emma then let go and then wrap her arms around his waist, holding him. As his breathing and heart rate slowed he lifted her face to his to kiss her gently, smiling. "That wasn't supposed to happen." He nervously chuckled.
"You have no control." she teased.
"You're one to talk."
"At least I don't make a mess everytime."
He gave her bottom a tight squeeze. "You'll get yours." he said wickedly.
"I'm sure I will."
Pulling her close, whispering into her ear, "Soon, very soon."
A shiver shot up her as his open mouth pressed over hers, his tongue darting deep into her mouth. A hand caressed her bottom and the other nestled in her hair. She felt desire rage through her body again, then he pulled away, once again leaving her in a state of bliss. Why did he keep doing this, teasing her, tormenting her? And he looked to be enjoying himself. Taking hold of her hand, "I'm not one to leave a mess, let me clean you up." She followed him into the bathroom.
The sight of their reflection in the mirror as they entered made Emma quickly look away. Stanley was aware of her embarrassment as she turned her back to the mirror, facing him, feeling vulnerable in the bright light. A candle set by the sink. He grabbed the matches on the toilet, lit it, and then turned the overhead off.
"Is that better?" She nodded as he took a warm wet wash cloth and began to wipe her stomach. The cloth tickled her stomach and she began to giggle and squirm. He was so much more relaxed then she. In the past, she wasn't one to parade around naked anywhere in the house or around anyone. Not like this. To even think about showering with another would be a first. Stanley made it seem so normal and natural. When he handed her the cloth to clean him, she hesitated. Then took a deep breath and preceded with the task, only to find by her gentle stroking with a warm cloth, caused him to get excited again. Stanley was amused. Trying to hide a blush as she placed the washcloth on the counter, he put his arms around her from behind. Now she was facing the mirror and there were only two places to look. She chose down.
Stanley was staring in the mirror at her, his hands began to knead her bare stomach. Reflecting on the evening, he smiled. Being with a woman again after so long was incredible. Even more so, being with a woman he felt so strongly about was a fulfillment that he almost gave up on. His hands massaged her belly and moved up towards her breasts, gently stroking them. Emma looked up for a brief second and saw the way Stanley was looking at her in the mirror. She still felt awkward and shy even after handling him a moment ago. He kissed her neck.
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are to me?" She blushed and her head drooped again. He managed to lift her chin from his position causing her to view them directly in their reflection. "This feels so right to me. You here, in my arms."
"It feels right to me too. Everything..." She placed a hand over his hand resting on her stomach, pausing, "everything about tonight is perfect."
He smiled tenderly at her reflection, both hands now back on her soft smooth skin. Emma's hands now resting on both of his. His touch was soft but powerful as he continued caressing over her abdomen and back over her breasts, now watching Emma's face in the mirror. Her eyes became spellbound, watching his hands wonder over her exposure. The woman in the mirror stared back, mesmerized, as she experienced the sensations of response, once again, squirming, watching his hands explore her body.
He leaned into her whispering, "I think you're ready now." She gasped as his hands went to her underpants and his fingers slipped inside. She wanted something to grab onto. The fire now flared between her legs, burning, her head swimming. Stanley's head was on her shoulder, kissing her. Her left hand went to his head, grabbing onto a clump of hair, grasping it tighter and tighter as Stanley's right hand began exploring. Emma cried out as he gently touched her in a place that had long been ignored. She was wet. He felt pure delight as his finger delved deeper to feel her most intimate area allow his access. Emma squirmed even more, crying out his name. He removed his hand and gently slipped the panties and garter belt off her. Moving down her back, he tenderly kissed her shoulder blades, her back, rounding out her bottom. Stepping out of her panties, Stanley moved back up her, again embracing from behind. She felt his penis rub against her back, now elongated and hard. His finger found its way back to that warm place inside her. His other hand stroked her breast while tantalizing her left nipple. Her view of their nakedness in the mirror deepened her arousal and desire.
"Oh, Stanley, please, I want you so much." She cried out. That was all she needed to say. He picked her up. With her body reeling from the excitement she had been experiencing, she felt weak. Her arms wrapped around his neck.
"I'm taking you to bed, woman."
Laying her on his bed, looking at her delectable body, he leaned down and tenderly kissed each breast. Emma's loving face smiled up at him, sighing contently. Her arms reached up, pulling him down on top of her. There was a chill in the air, one he hadn't noticed until now so he pulled the covers over them, snuggling up to her. He was content just holding her. So much had happened. Now relaxing beside her was pure bliss but Emma had other things in mind.
What had just transpired in the bathroom had left her breathless. She wanted more. She reached for his hand and brought it to her lips, kissing it. Stanley's eyes closed. Much to his surprise, she led his hand down slowly, across her breasts and stomach, placing it between her legs.
His eyes opened in surprise as he felt her wetness again. She was looking at him with longing and he smiled. Nothing was said. He was pleased with her forwardness by coming out of her shell, blossoming. Brent had been right, there was quite a temptress lying under the facade of the prim schoolteacher. His finger began to explore and he watched her writhe and squirm as each slight movement caused greater arousal and excitement from within her. He caressed her breasts, tracing his tongue around each nipple. Emma's gasps and cries of pleasure only added fuel to the fire, his finger now moving deeper inside her. Fervently he took a nipple into his mouth. Now clutching at his hair, she moans loudly. Stanley, fully aware of how close she is to the edge, holds back, then slipping his finger out. She cried, "No, don't stop. Stanley!" pleading, pulling his hair. "It feels so good, .please...."
Her cries were enough for him to continue to give her what she wants and in turn it bestowed Stanley the satisfaction and pleasure of arousing her in a way no other man had ever done.making her come alive. His fingers delve deep within her. She kisses the top of his head. As his sucking intensifies, Emma could hardly bear it. His hold tightens against her while her excitement feeds his. Her body felt strung so tight as she couldn't stop quaking underneath his touch. As she comes down, she whispers his name over and over. "Oh, Stanley." Feeling her pulses inside and out turned him on immensely.
Emma runs her fingers through his hair initiates kissing him. So much for the breather Stanley had been expecting., she takes him in her hands, surprising the hell out of him, he moans in pure delight. His mind fairly cloudy, but he manages to have one coherent thought... No time to think, he manges to reach over her, she is still caressing him and he gasps as he opens the drawer to his bedside table.
Emma gaze follows his hand and sees what he pulls out of the drawer... a condom. Emma's only thought is she doesn't want her first time with him to be ruined by a rubber. She lets go of him and reaches for his hand, "No, Stanley."
He looked at her. Not sure what she was meaning.Then he looked in her eyes...the desire and longing still evident. Stan felt in a dilemma of sorts, still clutching the condom in his hand. Emma took his hand, tracing fingertips over his knuckles and then kissing the back of his hand. A light sensual touch across his wrist up his fingers closed his eyes. She opened up his clenched fist dropping the condom. Giving him a seductive smile while drawing his face close, she feathered kisses on his eyelids, nose, following over to his cheek. This exquisite touching was making it very hard for him to concentrate on anything else.
She began to reach for him once again. He took both of her hands into his before she had the chance. Looking into her eyes seriously, "Are you sure?" Emma, desperately wanting to move on, nodded.
"It's okay, really." She waited for some sign from him that he accepted her answer. A smile appeared as he loosened his grip on her hands. HE was directly on top of her now, his hands went into her hair, as his lips covered hers, his body pressing against her, his penis rubbing against her thigh. She moves her legs under him slightly. The opportunity presents itself, as his penis is confronted with the warmth radiating from inside her.
There was a slight hesitation. This was a step in the growth and blossoming of their relationship. Never had Stanley experienced these kind of feelings for a woman, never had he ever wanted anything more than to make her happy. He looked into her eyes, stroking her cheek and she smiled at him sweetly. The longing and desire, the
anticipation was very evident in her gaze. He gently glided inside her, overwhelmed with her moist interior and how snuggly she wrapped around him.how she reacts to his presence within. Even more surprising was the reaction it creates inside him. Every part of his body is now alive. The jolts of excitement raging through his flesh. Wanting it to last, he attempts to settle his presence and tries not to move for a brief period. He wants to hold her and caress her. Afraid of the moment if he delves deeper inside her, he will lose all control.
Anxious with the caressing and coddling of her breasts, the attention causes her to squirm and writhe under him, her movement bringing that added excitement that Stanley is not prepared for. A groan escapes his breath as both her legs wrap around his thighs in an effort to draw him even closer. Much like the night on the couch, feeling her firm legs capturing his body was much too intense. That is the breaking point, he no longer can control the feelings jolting through him and he thrusts himself deeper into her. Spurned on by the screaming of his name, he continues, almost oblivious to the outcry. He felt her responding by gyrating her pelvis with the rhythm he is creating. It is too much for him. Trying desperately to hang on long enough for her satisfaction, he buries his head between her breasts, grasping them as he moans and cries her name over and over, thrusting deep inside.
Emma was completely lost in her satisfaction and grabs his hair, arching her back, bringing a spasm of contractions tightly over him. She could feel his expansion as he was past holding anything back, reacting to her tightening, she feels him cum inside. Both bodies were trembling, inhaling heavily. He sighs and shakes on top of her while she holds him as they come off this incredible high. He remains inside her, kissing her. After some time, he finally rolls off only to draw her to him. She lays on his chest, relaxed and content, she sighs.
As far as Stanley was concerned nothing could be better than this. Holding the woman he loves in his arms, he buries his head in her hair. Taking a whiff of her aroma, he wants to memorize everything about her.her enticing fragrance, the feel of her soft, tender breasts against his skin, her beating heart against his chest, her long lanky legs curled up by his side.
She whispers, "I love you." Her voice sounds weary, but sincere.
He kisses the top of her head and closes his eyes, "And I love you,
Emma."
Nothing else is said. She takes a deep breath and her eyes flutter trying to stay awake. The moments pass in this tender embrace and they fall asleep in each other's arms.
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A soft glow of the moonlight drifted into the room. Emma stirred. Smiling, she gazed upon the sight bundled next to her. He looked beautiful even asleep. She watched the comforter rise and fall with each deep breath. Snuggling up close to him, she wanted to feel the warmth of his skin against hers. Gently she laid a hand on his stomach causing him to stir slightly. A smile appeared across his lips and he sighed. The night had been everything she could have imagined and more.
Recalling the evening, she smiled mischievously thinking of all that had transpired. Not conscience of the movement, her hand messaged his stomach and lower, falling upon his soft penis. Stanley stirred slightly. Her curiosity now awakened, she wrapped her hand over him. Wondering if he would object to being aroused in his sleep, she started to touch and hold. As these thoughts were running through her mind, she felt him fill out and come to life. A soft moan escaped his sleeping form as his head slightly tossed one way. She heard her name whispered, his eyes darting back and forth under closed lids, seemingly in a dream. His breath stepped up a notch as he hardened more in her hand. A quick gasp of air and his hand flew down to discover a presence. Stanley now startled, his eyes flew open, finding Emma not so innocently caressing him,
"My god, woman, you sure know how to wake a guy up." She propped herself on an elbow and leaned over his chest, smiling. He found her gaze endearing with that twinkle in her eye. "You obviously can't sleep."
"I slept beautifully, actually. And then I opened my eyes and the sight
of you lying beside me...." she paused, "well.... I wanted to touch you." She smiled down at him, her hand still residing in its place of venture. He pulled up the covers and had a peek.
"I can see that." He smiled. "Anything else you wanted to do?"
"No." She teased and took her hand away.
"Oh, no, you don't. You start something, you finish it. Didn't your parents ever teach you that?"
"It's really late."
She turned away from him and the next thing she knew, he was twisting her over and pulling her on top of him. His arms were firmly embraced around her. She was going nowhere. She playfully smirked and wrinkled her nose at him, almost liking the predicament of being captured in his loving bear hug. Seeing a slight opening and wanting to tease her in return for this little waking venture, he started to tickle her. This did surprise her as she jumped, laughing and squirming on top of him. He might have thought to have the upper hand with her still in his clutches but Emma was ready to dish out some more. Who would have thought all of the tickle fights she had been involved in with her brother when they were children, would now be to her advantage? She knew just the right spot, on the side, right below the ribs. Whether his arms were wrapped around her or not, she knew all the angles of attack in order to reach it. He was fair game. Poking then wiggling her fingers fervently in the spot caused Stanley to clutch his side in laughter.
"Emma, you stop that right now!"
Breaking out of the bear hug, she now sat up on her knees, straddling his stomach, to smile down at him, "You don't have a chance, Stanley."
He playfully snarled, "You want to bet?" launching a counter attack, grabbing both her sides.
The tickling fight had begun!
He was much stronger and Emma was incredibly ticklish, doubling over as he poked and prodded her stomach and attacked simultaneously from both sides. She was laughing so hard, she could hardly breath, so he let up a bit.
"I'll give you a rest and let you catch your breath. You don't' know what you're dealing with." He let go, lying back momentarily watching Emma take deep breaths. The comment had provoked her. She would play this game but if he thought he could win, he was sorely mistaken. When he was unaware, she quickly grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. He didn't fight much, just showing a little resistance seemed to make it more interesting. Each breast rubbed against his chest, her face inches from his. The smile on his lips was one of voluntary surrender. The look in his eyes was evident of the game he was playing all along.
"I give up. You win."
Emma gazed into his eyes. "You're my prisoner."
"That's the way it looks, doesn't it?" His eyes clouded with a longing, very aware of her naked presence over his.
Feeling his eyes grow with desire, she leaned in to cover his lips, parting her mouth slightly. His tongue began tracing her lips, then plunges in, exploring her mouth hungrily. She felt lightheaded. The passion and desire once again ignited without the awkwardness. Breaking away momentarily, she lifted up slightly, while still on her knees leaning over him. He gazed at her breasts dangling in his face. He felt her grip loosen and responded by reaching for her, hungrily kissing each one.
Stan gently attempted to detach her from his abdomen to roll her underneath, softly tugging on her torso. Still remembering his earlier comment she felt 'he doesn't know what he is dealing with'! Emma has other ideas. Expecting the results of her earlier exploration to still be in place, she reaches back and takes him in her hands pleasantly pleased at what she found. Stanley gasps.
"You're the prisoner, remember? " she says confidently as she repositions. "I think I'm the one in charge here." He is taken by complete surprise. His head leans back in surrender, as his eyes roll up and close. She slowly pushes back and envelops him inside her. She wastes no time in establishing her desire. Stanley is totally helpless, lying underneath her as she rides him. His hands grasp for her breasts then she leans towards him, continuing the cadence. Her kisses seem desperate and rough as she bites his lip, then tenderly sucks it. He is wild as his hands grapple for anything. Blindly finding her hips, he attempts to slow her to no avail, squirming to the side.anything. To keep him in line, she tightens her legs and quickens the rhythm. He only wants her to slow so he can be assured she is satisfied. It wasn't working. Stanley's body jerks as he feels the release on its way. Emma's body feels it too, her body now on the brink of another orgasm. Pulling her down on top of him, gasping, sighing, he holds her tight as the wave rushes over both of them. Emma collapses in his strong arms like a rag doll.
The house is now quiet, the only sound heard was their breathing slowly
becoming steady. She hasn't budged, unable to move, not wanting to move. Just wanting to be close to him. Weak and spent, his stroking up and down her back is soothing and melancholy. She drifts off within minutes.
Stanley is not long in following.
"Perfect." A hostess came up to them, smiling at Stanley. She was pretty, and Emma couldn't help but notice the way she looked at him. He was obvious to the looks, "Mr. Jobson, your table is ready." Stanley took Emma's hand, and the hostess watched with aye at the tenderness he showed towards Emma. A smile appeared across Emma's face, noticing the look. She was with him. He only wanted to be with her.
Their table was just off the dance floor, but situated to the side, where it was more secluded. Once seated Stanley didn't waste any time. Emma began looking at the menu, while Stanley scooted his chair closer, and his right hand went under the table and he placed his hand on her thigh. She looked up from the menu and he was gazing at her. His menu unopened.
"Do you know what you want already?"
"I know what I want." He raised his eyebrows, "and it's not on the menu...but sitting directly across from me."
"Stanley, be serious."
"I'm serious. Anything would be fine with me right now." She had a hard time concentrating on the menu. Knowing he was looking at her.
All of a sudden from out of the blue, Stan's client Toby Williams popped up at their table, with a bottle of wine. Toby was in his mid 40's, 5'11", dark and bulky in appearance. Emma thought he looked like something off the Sopranos. He gave Stanley a pat on the back, "Stan, I am so glad you could finally make it. I hope everything is suitable, the table...the wine." He noticed Stanley's gazes at his companion. "and the company more than suitable I can see." He smiled at Emma and she blushed.
"This is great, Toby. I really appreciate it."
"No, problem." He turned to Emma, "This man has no idea what a service he has done for me, time and time again. A brilliant technician, incredibly modest...overly honest...a rarity among men...but then you probably already know that Miss.."
"Emma." Toby took her hand and kissed the back of it.
He showed Stanley the bottle of wine, and Stanley raised his eyebrows, "whoa, Toby, this is a bit extravagant..." it was apparent Stanley knew about wines.
"Nothing but the best for you, Stan and your lovely lady friend. On the house." He preceded to uncork the bottle and let Stan take a taste before he poured any for Emma.
"Superb." Toby then poured a glass for Emma and filled Stanley's.
He gave them a smile and nodded his head, "Enjoy your dinner, Emma...Stanley...anything you need...you let me know."
"Thanks, Toby."
He walked away, and Emma took hold of his hand across the table, "Everyone thinks your wonderful."
"I don't care what anyone thinks but you."
"The hostess was eying you. She was incredibly attractive."
"YOU are incredibly attractive, as far as I'm concerned you are the only one in the room. And I would appreciate it if you would show the same common courtesy to me. Since we got here, your eyes have been elsewhere." He squeezed her hand tight and smiled, a twinkle in his eye.
"You do make me feel like I'm the only one in the room"she paused slightly embarrassed, he was gazing at her waiting for her to finish what she was saying. "I don't get out much, you know, this is like a whole other world for me..."
"I know. And I want you to have a good time" he took a sip of wine.
"With you. That's a guarantee." Stanley picked up the menu, and eyed her over the top, she was watching him. She had that way of looking at him. The longing evident, it got to him everytime. He reached over and opened her menu. She didn't look down. The shoe was now on the other foot.
He pointed down at the specials, "Top Sirloin Steak, always an excellent choice...what do you fancy?" Emma's eyes lit up and she smiled. Stanley realized his wording was all wrong. Everything seemed to be construed to their attraction and desire for one another. "I know what you're thinking, because I'm thinking it too...but we have to eat."
"Of course. Steak sounds good." She closed her menu, and took a sip of her wine, it was going to be a long night.
The evening was everything they both could had hoped for. After they ordered, Stanley took Emma out on the dance floor, he couldn't pass up the opportunity to hold her next to him for the 3 minute duration of 'Let's Fall In Love', it had fond memories of dancing with her in the kitchen only a few weeks ago. He was still favoring his left foot, but even felt up to the upbeat tempo of 'It Don't Mean a Thing If you ain't got that Swing.', trying his hand at swing, twirling Emma. She felt like a klutz but enjoyed herself and they both laughed. Walking back to their table, Stan's arm around her waist, pulling her as close to him as possible, they were oblivious to all around them. As he held her chair out for her, he leaned over her, his hand went to the back of her neck, rubbing it sensuously, Emma took a deep breath, looking up to face him.
"That is driving me crazy."
He smiled, "I know." He leaned in closer and placed his other hand on her chin as he drew her face closer to his. His lips met hers, the hand on her neck continued to arouse her, while his tongue parted her lips and found hers anxiously awaiting. Both of them were quite absorbed in the moment, until Stanley heard his name. Oh, how he loved it when Emma spoke his name. But it wasn't Emma. He reluctantly let go of her lips and centered on where the attention came from. With the salutation, he stood up straight to greet whomever, feeling slightly lightheaded.
"Oh, my word, it is you, Stanley." Monique purred. A customer from the shop, dressed to the 9's in a red low cut designer dress, she sidled up to him, the attraction imminent, not bothered even with a male acquaintance in tow.
Emma's head was spinning from the wine and the sublime kiss he had just secured on her lips. Seeing this sophisticated, self confident beauty come on to Stan in such a forward manner did not set well.
Monique smiled at Stanley. She had never seen him in a suit and quite liked the look on him. "My, my, you do clean up nicely." Eyes appreciated the breathtaking scenery as her manicured hand trailed sensuously down the lapel of the jacket. It was unbuttoned and it was quite a restrain on her part as she stopped at his belt.
Stanley's eyes followed her hand but made no attempt to remove it.
A wave of nausea brushed over Emma' swimming head. Seconds ago, his kiss filled her senses and now some other woman was flirting with him. Feeling a bit sick at the sight and why Stanley wasn't stopping the advance, she decided this wasn't going to happen. Much too quickly she stood, resulting with an accented sway.
Stanley caught her before she fell, snapping him out of the daze he had just been in. He wasn't even really sure what had happened. He'd been kissing Emma, and then Monique was greeting him, then touching him.
"I think your date, has had a little too much to drink." Monique smirked while she shook her head in disgust. It was the first time Monique had given Emma a second glance, though she seemed vaguely familiar but couldn't place her. Eying her from head to toe, she then turned to again brazenly admire Stanley. Being infatuated by their passionate kiss, she had imagined those lips on her. Instead, he was obviously serious about this woman, even though she was dizzy to stand on her own feet. Too bad. It seemed like such a waste. He had incredible potential and was probably even more incredible in bed. At least she could encourage the idea.
Emma noticed the look she gave him and it was pretty obvious what she was thinking. Something came over her, and she felt she had to prove something. Politely extending her hand, "I don't think we've met, I'm Emma Heyward." Monique barely touched her hand as if she could care less, returning her focus to Stanley. Emma refused to be pushed aside. Changing tactics to fit the occasion, as she was sure she had seen a similar gown on the red carpet. "That dress..."
Flattery was one downfall of Monique's and this caught her attention. , "Do you like it?" A vacuum for attention, she pirouetted a half circle to show off her gown, and her figure for Stan. Being an active clothes fiend, she was also proud of the way she looked in all her designer clothes.
Stanley distracted himself purposely by looking over at Emma wondering where this was going. A smug look had appeared on her face.
"I do." She cooed sweetly. "In fact I am sure I saw it on the Academy Awards."
"Yes, you did."
Stanley watched them, and found it interesting to say the least. He picked up his wineglass off the table. Needed something to occupy himself since this conversation didn't seem to be letting up. Women and clothes...not the most interesting subject, but he found the change in Emma remarkable. She was confident and wasn't leaning on him. Seemingly not jealous. A first.
"Madonna, I remember now...Madonna wore that dress. And it looks so
much better on you."
Stanley nearly choked on his wine. The dress was horrible, too low cut, and not flattering at all, as far as he was concerned. Of course he knew nothing about clothes. But he knew what he liked and Emma's tight fitting black dress was by far more attractive then that gawdy thing Monique had on. He found Emma's connived complement not quite believable. But the fish had already taken the bait. Emma, noticing his gag, gave him a dirty look.
"That is so kind of you to say...I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name."
"Emma.."
Monique this time responded with a touch to her elbow as in missing the earlier greeting extended.
Stanley raised his eyebrows. Oh, now they were getting chummy. This was good. He looked around hoping the waiter was coming with dinner, as he wanted to sit down.
About then, a little disturbance started behind the group. He briefly turned only to get bumped by an older gentleman who was obviously a bit tipsy on his way to the toilet. Stanley tried to steady himself but in doing so, tipped the wineglass, and it spilt right down the front of Monique's dress.
From Emma's angle of view, she had seen it coming but did not have time to warn Monique out of the way. The sight was better than Emma could have imagined to witness. The spilt wine's intended target had eyes that widened upon impact. Watching in disbelief, the burgundy splotches penetrate her beautiful gown.
Stanley grimaced. "Monique, I am so sorry."
Monique couldn't be cross at him. "It wasn't your fault." She looked past him at the elderly gentlemen and snidely commented, "This use to be a classy place, now they seem to let anyone in."
He picked up a napkin, and was about to try and wipe as much wine off as he could. Monique was beaming, anticipating Stanley brushing her off. "You must let me pay for the dry cleaning bill."
No, this wasn't going to happen. Emma quickly grabbed his hand. " No, you don't" she whispered firmly. "You're not touching that woman. Do I make myself perfectly clear Stanley?" He was surprised by this comment. She grabbed the napkin out of his hand and turned back to Monique, who had not heard Emma's remark.
"He can be such a klutz at times." She continued with a forced giggle. "You should see him in the bedroom. I'm sure you know what I mean." Monique looked stunned. Was he really sleeping with her? Stanley was additionally surprised by her comment. She handed Monique the napkin noticing a slow song had just started.
Emma coolly turned on her heels facing her Stanley. "Our song, sweetheart." She then turned back to Monique. "You'll excuse us, won't you? This is our song that Stanley and I first made love to, our first time, you know." Again looking up into Stan's eyes, she was hoping for a provoked reaction.
He had a twinkle in them all right. What the hell was she doing? It was so not like her but he was loving every minute of it.
An eyebrow upturned as he playfully decided to join the game, much to Emma's surprise. "Ah yes, I remember like it was yesterday, darling." He gave Emma a squeeze. "In the cab of my Dad's 57 Chevy pickup.... On an old dirt road just outside of El Paso. Very secluded under the starlit night." Emma watched in amazement as he began to totally absorb himself in the fabrication of a story. Monique had stopped dabbing at the wine stains also interested. "My dad's truck only dialed in one station, KXLP. Playing Jazz standards. I recall 'That Old Black Magic' blaring out from those rickety speakers. They worked pretty damn good actually...and Emma." he acted out a far away stare as in 'embracing the moment type', "letting me undo her bra ...a big accomplishment for a young lad like myself." He gave her a fabricated peck on the check. Receiving the intended result of this farce, Emma tried pulling his arm. She was starting to feel a little desperate about the little contrived situation.
"Stanley, I want to dance and I'm sure Monique isn't interested in all this."
"Oh, but I am." She had that funny starry look in her eyes. Emma couldn't believe she was actually buying such rubbish.
Stan seemed very please with himself and decided to continue. This was kind of fun. He picked up another glass of wine, sipping it for effect. "I bet you didn't realize we've known each other since we were teenagers." Monique shook her head, unable to find any words. "Of course Emma had a few years on me with experience as well, but that night..." He seemed to raise the glass slightly in a silent salute. "Well, she used that black magic on me. That night." another far away look for effect".I became a man." He sighed as if reminiscing, then turned to Monique. "I was incredibly lucky that she came back into my life, don't you think?"
Emma couldn't believe this. She grabbed him by the lapels. "Come on, lover boy." She gave him a dirty look. "Let me show you some real magic." And dragged him out unto the floor.
At a safe distance, she wrapped her arms around his neck and he slipped his arms around her waist enduring a glare placed directly at him. "Why are you looking at me that way?"
"Really, Stanley, a 57 Chevy? Undoing my bra? 'I became a man '. What the hell do you think you were doing?"
"You started it. I just thought your story needed a bit of substance, some detail." He teased her with a warm smile, "undoing your bra in the cab of a 57 Chevy ...I don't know...it sounded feasible. In fact, I was getting turned on just thinking of the possibility."
Emma blushed.
"You think it sounds good too. Don't deny it...and you were desperately trying to make Monique jealous."
"I was not."
"Really?" He looked over his shoulder where a waiter had now appeared on the scene to clean up the mess. Monique longingly looked towards the dance floor at them. "Well, here's your chance because we have her attention...so we better make it look good."
"You're making fun of me. I just wanted to make sure she knew you were off limits." She put on a pout and he lifted her chin.
"I think she knows." He leaned in and kissed her hungrily, his hands slipped further down, clutching her bottom tightly as his tongue probed the inside of her mouth. Another little surprise suddenly presented itself as his hands explored over that sheer dress and slip. Emma felt Stanley smile against her own lips. She pulled away from him watching a smile appear across his face, his eyes now averted down to her legs. With one hand he tried to lift her skirt to see her bare leg.
"What are you doing?"
"You're wearing a garter belt."
Embarrassed, Emma removed her hand from his neck to give his hand a well- deserved little swat for the tickling it caused from wandering around.
This only made him smile more. "I like it." He nodded his head. "Yeah, I'm liking a lot what I'm seeing tonight." She blushed and buried her head into his shoulder. He tenderly caressed her back, kissing the top of her head. "You have nothing at all to worry about, Em...I'm all yours." Straying a glance to the far side, "I think Monique got the picture." He could now see Monique, defeated, heading towards the bathroom. Turning his attention back to this beautiful creature in his arms, he turned her chin to look up at him. Her shyness was met by his smile, "But one thing, let's get this perfectly straight...a klutz in the bedroom I am not."
"Well, I will have to make that judgment for myself won't I?"
"Oh, so you're expecting an invite back to my place after dinner?"
It had never been discussed. What they would be doing, where they would be going after dinner but now it had been laid on the table.
"It crossed my mind.."
"Stay the whole night?"
"Only if that's what you want."
"I'm asking you if it's what you want. Because you know what I want."
She smiled, "It's what I want."
He kissed her gently, Stanley looked over her shoulder seeing the waiter bringing their food, he kissed her, then took her hand, smiling sweetly at her. "Our dinner is on the table." Heading back to their table, his mind racing ahead to the evening unfolding in front of them. She wondered what he was thinking about. She was pretty sure it wasn't the meal.
* * * * * * * With dinner over, the bill paid, they headed out to the Suburban that was parked out on the street a block away. It was a beautiful spring evening with a slight chill in the air. Stanley put his arm around her as they made their way down 5th Avenue.
O'Malley's was an Irish pub in the Gaslamp district and was also on 5th. This was one of Meg's favorite spots to try and catch some action. Nancy, one of her friends needing an adventure for the evening and Meg were heading out of the bar, once again man-less.
This was the unfortunate same time Stanley got his keys out and unlocked the passenger door of the suburban, parked literally yards away from them.
Emma turned and reached up playing with his lapels. "Who was she?"
"Who?" He had no idea what she was talking about.
"The girl in the 57 Chevy."
He smiled and gently pressed her up against the side of the suburban. "The girl in the 57 Chevy?" He sighed.
"Yes, who was she? Your first?"
He paused, looking into her eyes, watching her anticipate his answer with curiosity. "I hate to disappoint you but there was no girl in a 57 Chevy. Only in my fantasies."
"You fantasize about girls in 57 Chevy's?" His hands were now wandering down her legs, he was still thinking about the discovery he had made earlier and couldn't wait to get her home and remove those stockings. He felt the strap holding them in place. Emma squirmed under those roaming hands, trying to stay sane.
He snuggled in closer, kissing her neck and traveled up to her cheek. In between kisses he managed an answer slightly embarrassed, "My fantasies are about you in a 57 Chevy."
Emma was surprised. Seeing her reaction, he tried to act nonchalant about it. "It's no big deal. It's a fantasy...okay...stop looking at me that way." But it didn't seem to be working.
"It's rather sweet."
He was blushing. He managed to get the door open and before she got in the car, she placed her hands on his chest. "It doesn't have to be a 57 Chevy, does it?" she teased.
He laughed, "I don't think the Suburban really has the same effect, do you? Besides you need a bench seat and I doubt I could find a secluded dirt road around here." Now the thought of Emma in her garter belt and stockings sitting in a Chevy truck, clouded his mind. He gave her a little pat on the behind. "Can we go now?" She gave him a look before sliding into the car.
Nancy spotted them first. "Oh, my god, I can't believe it. Meg, look." She discreetly pointed down the street where Stan had Emma pinned against his car. "That's Emma, isn't it?" She wasn't sure. It was hard to see in the light.
Meg followed her gaze and all she saw was Stan. There was no mistaken that firm body, those arms. The man that was part of every one of her erotic fantasies, and here he was doing things that she had dreamt time and time again that he would do to her. His body pressed against a woman, his knee slightly spreading hers with his with that look in his eyes, hands roaming up her legs. This could have happened to her, he had been so close to this kind of intimacy last Christmas with her, and then Emma had to spoil everything. God she hated her. She pushed that thought out of her mind and tried to see the woman's face. It didn't take long to realize who it was in his grasp. From their discreet angle, the view was bared for them to see. He began kissing her. They were laughing. Then he opened the door for her and she slid in the car. Before shutting the door, his hand went to her thigh. Once again trying to lift her dress, this time succeeding as he slid his hand up her dress running his hand across the top of the stocking, then across her bare leg, and up towards her panties. There was no mistake by the onlookers that her body shook. She swayed, becoming lightheaded. Getting the reaction he fully intended, he stopped, sliding his hand back out from under her dress and then went to her cheek, kissing her gently, looking into her eyes. Nancy' weight hung heavy on Meg's arm as she tried to pull herself up from her almost fatal faint. They said something but Meg couldn't make it out. A sick knot wound tight. This couldn't be happening! Meg was furious. She had the gall to come across miss sweet and innocent, this woman was seducing him, it was clear to Meg.
Nancy regained her foothold and stood next to her watching the display. "My god, was that the most sensual thing you've ever witnessed?"
Meg gave her a dirty look. "She has manipulated and connived to get him away from me!"
Nancy stared at her in disbelief. "And how do you figure he was ever interested in you, Meg? He has always been interested in Emma. Stop being so delusional." Nancy then put two and two together. "You're the one that reported her to the principal aren't you. You want her fired."
"It was a parent."
"With your help. How could you do that to her? Emma has never done anything to you."
"I told you she took Stanley from me. You were there on Christmas Eve. You saw the way he touched me."
"He was showing you how to play pool, he was being nice. The whole time his eyes were on Emma and you know it." Nancy started feeling a little concerned about Meg's behavior. She watched as the Suburban drove off and the look in Meg's eyes scared her. This woman was much more deranged than she thought. What else could she be capable of? She decided then and there, it was time to start hanging out with different people. Meg had some major problems.
* * * * * * *
The drive to Stanley's house was quiet. Both of them fully aware of what would be taking place very soon. He kept glancing at her while driving. She was fiddling with the strap of her purse. He knew she was nervous and he hoped he could make her feel comfortable. He turned on the radio, to relieve the silence. A classic rock station belting out the Rolling Stones 'Satisfaction'. Stanley started tapping the steering wheel and began singing. Emma looked over at him and he managed a smile. She only wished she could be as relaxed as he appeared to be.
The Suburban pulled up into his driveway. As he turned the keys, pulling them out, the silence now seemed unbearable. Emma was making no attempt to get out of the car. "This is it." He closed his eyes embarrassed at the usage of words. They just came out that way. He quickly got out of the car and went over to her side, opening the door for her, not knowing if she was even planning to get out at this point.
Stanley felt the need to apologize, "I didn't mean it like that."
"I know." she took his offered hand and stepped out of the car.
Stanley stood at the door fumbling with his keys, he dropped them, and smiled at her nervously laughing. Maybe he was just as nervous as her, she thought. He always seemed self-assured, but the silence, the wrong words and now the keys..these all seemed signs of nerves.
Once inside the door, Scrap came bounding towards Stan, from the kitchen. Stan got down on his knees and gave the dog a good rub, tousling his mangy fur. "You missed me, did you, boy?" Emma closed the door behind her, and stood against it, smiling down at the two of them. Beginning to feel a bit relaxed, she leaned back, propping her right foot against the door, her knee bent. She liked watching them together.
Stan happened to look up at her, the way she was standing, so relaxed and so desirable. She was tenderly smiling at him. He gave Scrap a sturdy pat and stood up, addressing the dog, "Come on, boy, to bed." Turning towards Emma, "Don't move" and a wink followed. Scrap followed him into the kitchen where Stanley got him a dog biscuit and then clapped his hands and Scrap curled up on the pillow by the backdoor.
Stanley, feeling a bit thirsty, popped open the fridge to grab a beer, "Emma, do you want anything?" He peered over the fridge door to where she was still propped against the door. She seemed elsewhere. What was she thinking? He wondered. "Emma?"
She looked towards the kitchen acknowledging him. "Umm?" was what he heard or something else, unrecognizable as a word.
He held up his beer, "Want something?"
She smiled, closed her eyes, thinking 'you', but didn't say it. She shook her head. Stanley walked towards her taking a sip of the beer and then setting it on the bureau next to the door, moving very close to her. Emma put her foot down and as he drew closer her arms went around his neck and she pulled his face to hers, their lips met, both hungry for each other, Stanley began groping her like an anxious schoolboy. Emma felt she couldn't breath.
A few seconds transpired that felt like minutes, He left her standing there, a little bit disheveled, she was breathing heavy, straightening her dress, and he turned to her, "I'll be back, don't go anywhere." She was speechless, as he headed down the hall, she heard a door open, and she rested her head back and sighed, trying to recompose herself. My god, how was she supposed to get through this night. If he did this to her everytime he kissed her?
Stanley wanted everything just right. He lit a few candles on the bedside table and pulled down the covers. When he headed back to Emma, she was once again lost to him. He saw that far away look in her eyes. Reaching for her hand, she slowly took it. "Do you want to come with me?"
A shy nod was all she could respond with. He was relaxed still sipping at the beer as he escorted her into the bedroom. The candlelight gave the room warmth she hadn't remembered from her previous experience here. Then she realized that he had remodeled and painted. The walls were now a burnt orange color. Modern landscapes adorned the wall. A beautiful multicolored bedspread of browns, black, red, oranges and yellows accented the comfortable looking king-size bed. She let go of his hand and walked to the screen door that led out to the newly built patio. He wanted her to feel comfortable, so the walk around the room was definitely encouraged. He took his jacket off and hung it in the closet, and then sat down in the leather chair near the bed to remove his socks and shoes.
She slid open the sliding glass doors and went out onto the patio looking up at the stars, then peeked her head back in, "This is great, Stanley. You've really done a wonderful job."
"Thanks." as he untied his shoes, He watched her walk back in, and head over to the dresser, where she preceded to examine the contents. A few photographs of Holly, but the last one threw her, picking it up, she then looked over at Stanley,
"This is a picture of me." It was candid, Emma had no idea it had been taken.
"It is. Holly took it at Christmas."
"I guess I just never thought you'd have a picture of me, in your bedroom."
He slipped off a shoe, "Can't think of anyone else I'd like in my bedroom." he said raising his eyebrows.
She blushed, putting the picture down, and skimmed over the top of the dresser, a JR Tolkein novel 'The Two Towers', some loose change, a few computer magazines. She then headed towards the new bathroom, peering into the door.... it was huge. A double sink, a huge tub and a separate shower. Aftershave, and electric shaver, deodorant, toothpaste and brush, looked so alone on the huge sink area. She returned to the bedroom, and moved over to the corner of the bed, close to where Stanley was sitting. She nonchalantly sat on the edge, watching him, she reached for his beer and took a sip. Nervously, she began playing with her feet. They crossed, they entwined around each other, the toes of her shoes gently rubbing the back of her calves. Stanley was well aware of every move she made, and was now drawn to her feet, and those luscious legs. It was incredibly sexy to him. Of course, Emma was oblivious to what she was doing.
As he removed his left shoe and sock the throbbing in his foot reminded him it was still healing. The dancing had taken its toll. He flexed it a bit, then crossed his legs, giving it a slight rub. Emma watched. "Is your foot bothering you?"
"Maybe I overdid the dancing just a bit." He smiled, as she looked a little concerned so he put it back down. "I'll be fine." He reassured her. She nervously went back to concentrating on her feet.
Her sitting on the bed caused him to think of a previous time when he had been drunk and easily seduced after a much celebrated homecoming from college drinking spree. Holly had been the only blessing from that encounter.Now here was Emma. The complete opposite, being herself, shy, nervous, sweet, but exuding sexuality he found hard to resist. Nothing had prepared him of growing feelings that stirred his heart. He only hoped he could fulfill her desires that stay hidden so well. A chill ran down his spine.
He stood up, loosened his tie and moved over to the edge of the bed to stand in front of her. Taking the beer bottle out of her hands he took the last swig and set the bottle on the dresser behind him. Getting down on his knees, he took a foot into both hands, removing the shoe, gently messaging the sole. Looking up to see her reaction, she managed a smile. He followed suit to the other foot. She flexed her foot into his palm, enjoying the sensuous feel of his kneading hands.
Eyes journeyed up her leg where he could peek at the top of her stockings. Unsure of how she would react to him removing them, he didn't want to rush her. Slowly his hands glided up her leg, taking his time by caressing her ankle, calf, her knee and finally reaching the thigh. Hesitation confronted him once again, as he looked into her eyes, "May I?"
She nodded shyly.
He continued to run his fingers across the top, tracing the lace of the stocking, slowly finding each and then gently unclasping the securing attachment. Emma was beside herself, leaning back on her hands with her head slightly tilted back, both eyes closed, a sigh escaping her lips. Stanley gently kissed the bareness of her leg revealed above the stocking just before he began to roll the stocking down her leg.
His touch was sensuous, so tender, and commenced to set her on fire all at the same time. Emma found her breathing heavy, heart rate increased. Once again she felt him repeat the sequence on the other leg, this time supplying tender kisses along the upward trail. Fuel was added to her already burning fire and all the touching combined sent Emma's body to quivering. The other stocking unclasped, he proceeded to roll it down off her leg.
With both stockings removed, his slight hesitation caused her to look down, not wanting him to stop. She so craved his touch. Stanley smiled up at her, seeing her eyes full of longing and desire, anticipating his next move. He was only too glad to oblige. His hands traveled up her legs slowly, lips gravitating to her mid thigh. Emma sat up as if drawn to him, her hands went into his hair while his head was practically in her lap. She ran her fingers through it, grasping tightly every time he kissed her. The kisses continued everywhere. His hands now had reached her thighs, sliding back and forth inching closer to her panty line. Every touch of his lips on to her skin evoked a reaction. He was in untouched territory.
She let out a gasp, calling his name, "Stanley..."
Her scent was so intoxicating. He almost couldn't stop. Not sure, he lifted his head to look into her eyes. They were closed until his kissing ceased, then they slowly opened, seeing his gaze of concern. "I can stop."
She shook her head, completely breathless. "Please..." gasping. "no... Don't stop...." His fingers lightly traced the leg of her panties, followed by brushing his lips against her panties between her legs, spreading ever so slightly. Another gasp escaped, her hands buried into his hair, fists clenching, as if it were a matter of life or death.
Another kiss.this time pressing firmly against the satin material. Whatever thread of control Emma held, she no longer had. His lips lingered more kissing, a tongue lightly and sensually explored the area. She felt strong hands pull her forward into the insistent probing of his tongue. Heat and wetness emitted from Emma's body as it released her tightened nerves, responding to his touch. She couldn't hold in her bodies' demand as his kissing took her over the edge.
Feeling her response overwhelm her, Stanley moved up next to her and gently lay her back on the bed holding her body.
With his arms around her, soothing and comforting, Emma's breathing began to return to normal. She couldn't believe what had just transpired in that short amount of time with his coaxing. She realized she may not be up to the task of taking care of him and there tension began to form. Her hand went to her head, covering her eyes. She felt vulnerable and didn't want Stan to see what lay behind them. The look of apprehension, fear of not being able to please this man as he obviously could please her.
He sensed something, now wondering if he had been too hasty with her. "Emma, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have rushed you like that." He too had doubts but they were not as noticeably evident as Emma's was. He couldn't seem to help himself when she was in his arms. Feelings washed over him and he could hardly keep his hands to himself. He could hardly describe the flood of emotion and hoped he hadn't pushed the boundary. "We can take this slow, as slow as you like."
"I don't think that will matter." He didn't understand what she meant and looked at her confused.
"I don't think I can do this...I can't be the woman you're expecting." She quietly pulled away from him to stand up. Facing away from him, she was trying to pull herself together, already feeling cold straying from his touch.
"I'm expecting you, Emma...no one else." He tried to sound reassuring. It seemed evident any previous encounters of this kind had a strong effect on her. Apparently, what had transpired several years ago was nothing like what she just experienced.
"I don't know how to please a man." With her head hung down, she was ashamed.
The reality of the situation was dawning. "That's not true, you please me every minute I'm with you. I love you, Emma. Nothing else matters. " He paused not knowing what he should say or how much he should say. " I know this is new to you. That it's like the first time. Believe it or not, I'm not sure what I'm doing with you, it's new to me too."
She looked at him surprised by his comment, "But...the women in your past, I'm sure..."
He cut her off, "The women in my past." He laughed, trying to lighten this moment up. "You'd be surprised by the lack of women in my past."
She managed a smile and turned to face him. Good sign. "Right now, the only thing important to me is the woman in my present, the woman I want in my future." He reached out for her hand, taking hold of her fingers, gently massaging them, and smiling up at her. He wanted to tell her she was the first woman he'd ever loved. So this was a first for him, too. But he felt shy and embarrassed.
He reached his free hand up to his neck and tried loosening his tie, with one hand. It was starting to irritate him. He really wasn't fond of being confined with one.
Emma moved forward letting go of his hand briefly, "Let me get that." Leaning down she untied it. The neck of his shirt still buttoned, she instinctively undid the first button, stopping, "Is that better?"
"Much." He was glad to see her relaxing a bit. Her eyes looking at the little bit of chest hair peeking from above his shirt. She undid another button. Noticing her apprehension, he decided maybe he should help her out here. "You can take my shirt off." She seemed a bit embarrassed, the thoughts of last weekend in the garage made her blush. Stanley was pleased to see a smile appear on her face, he placed his hand over hers and placed it inside his shirt.
Her fingers made a figure 8 in his chest hair, just a small gesture that gave Stanley shivers. Noticing his reaction gave Emma a boost of confidence that had been lacking earlier. She slowly straddled his lap, the buttons on his shirt now in easy reach. She continued.
Stanley now sat back, and let her instigate the next move. Once all the buttons were undone, she slipped both hands inside his shirt and caressed his chest, not wanting to miss an inch. He let out a sigh, relaxing into the moment of her little venture. Her fingers brushed over his nipples and found they too liked attention, as her palms rotated and pressed against his chest. Feeling more comfortable with every fleeting second, she pulled the shirt out of his pants.
Emma's excitement building, she felt ready to remove his shirt. As she pulled it back off his shoulders, she realized the cuffs were still buttoned. It wouldn't come off. Taking his hand while unbuttoning the cuff, she drew it to her lips, gently kissing each fingertip, tracing a pattern across the palm with her tongue, sucking on each finger in turn. The pleasure he received from this action was intense and extremely gratifying. The warm insides of her mouth were imagined elsewhere. She repeated with the other hand and Stan had to fight everything in him as he felt that overwhelming exploding feeling rush through his body. With the buttons successfully undone, she effortlessly slipped the shirt off and revealed a smile at what it uncovered. This sight had caused butterflies only a short week ago. Tonight was an inferno.
Stan watched as she gazed down at him and gasped. She placed her palms on his chest, lowering her head, kissing him gently on the neck, the collarbone, then proceeded down, covering every inch with her soft warm kisses. Lingering briefly around his nipples, each were tasted with her tongue and then sucked hungrily. His hands now smothered into her hair, pulling her close. Emma's mouth was tantalizing and tempting. He felt about to lose it. Her movement on his lap wasn't helping matters.
Emma was fully aware of his body's response and slowed down, moving to his mouth, gently kissing him. The look of distinct pleasure was adamant in his gaze. Stroking her face tenderly and smiling, "What was that about not being able to please a man?" She blushed and buried her head into his shoulder. With the touch of his hand on the nape of her neck and the other in her hair, he held her closely.
His hand found it's way to the back of her dress but he was somewhat leery about the timing. So he proceeded cautiously, inching the zipper slowly down her back, while kissing her neck, expecting a reaction to either continue or to stop. To his satisfaction, she guided him as he began to slip the dress off her shoulder and wiggled, letting the dress drop to her waist. She placed her hands around his neck as his kisses continued down her neck unto her chest. A finger traced the lace frill of the slip, then down across her breasts. Shivers darted through her body. Stanley continued kissing lower, the low cut slip barely covering her breasts. His head now nestled between them. Emma's body quivered as his tongue enjoyed the teasing of each. Stanley felt the excitement build as his hands fondled her breasts. Becoming impatient, but not able to figure out how to remove the rest of her clothes, she remained on his lap, wiggling around. But to no avail.
"I don't think this is going to work." Emma laughed, as her dress was now twisted around her middle. Stan, joining in, lifted her off his lap. She now stood in front of him as she slid the dress off her body and stepped out of it. Standing in her slip, she instinctively straightened the skirt. Stan watched as her hands caressed her body in complete innocence. Her hands glided across her breasts down her stomach and thighs over the sheer material. Stanley was completely turned on. He stood up and went to her, mirroring her own actions. Emma felt a wave come over her as the touching was too much. Stan guided a slip strap off her shoulder, as the same to the other one. His hand reaches up her slip, fondling her thighs. Emma doesn't think she could stand feeling so weak. His fingers linger at her panty line. Her breathing now heavy, Stan realizes she is so close to another orgasm. What this woman does to his soul, so close to coming again with the barest of touches! He takes his hand away and then pulls her slip down exposing her breasts. Both showing full attention. Then it brushed past her stomach and finally falls down her legs, pooling on the floor. Still holding her shaking body, Stan helps her step out of it.
Emma now only in underpants and a garter belt, placed her hand on his cheek, whispering. "I was ready," commenting on his not taking her panties off.
He placed a finger over her lips. "No, too soon...." he smiled to reassure her. "We have all night, let's make it last. Enjoy it. I know I am." He smiled wickedly as he playfully gave each breast a kiss, the tip of his tongue tickling.
She giggled. Her hands went to his chest, playfully spelling out I love you with her finger, in a swoop of the 'y' of you, her hand reached his belt. Seriousness came over her and she looked up at him for some reassurance.
She was asking for permission. Stanley knew her apprehensions "Do you want to take them off?" Shyly she nodded. He nodded back to her, encouraging her to do what she wanted.
She undid the belt then unzipped his pants, slipping them over his hips, revealing a pair of boxer shorts. Guiding the pants down, she had to crouch as she slipped them past his thighs. Her hands caressing his thighs and calves on the way down. Stanley's hands were on her shoulders, looking down watching her enjoying this small feat. He steps out of them as they reach his ankles and helps her up. Her naked breasts against his chest, feeling her heart race, plus the fact she had just removed his pants...well, he was turned on, there was no question about that. Then Emma's hand slipped inside his shorts. A hand begins caressing and fondling his rear end. Just the idea she was in his shorts and in such close proximity to the remainder of the equation, managed to speed up his heart rate.
Emma was feeling the temperature rise as well. The feel of his firm rear end, the smoothness of his skin, her head nestled against his chest. Stanley's hands were in her hair, his stroking becoming more intense with every caress she administered. Everything felt so right. She had no apprehension as both hands now moved to his thighs. Stanley released a groan and a drawn out sigh as she began to slide his shorts down. "Oh, Emma." A deep breath released. Emma slid the shorts down, his excitement very evident. Her soft naked breasts brushed up against him. He gasps, his hold on her hair tightens, pulling it slightly. The little pain is nothing as Emma realizes what she has stirred in him. He steps out of his shorts. She slowly stands up, this time deliberately brushing against his erection, lingering a brief moment. Stanley's breathing quickens. His eyes close as his head tilts back, grabbing her hair. She slowly moves up his chest, tenderly kissing him. Then she reaches down and takes him into her hands. Another gasp escapes, he calls out her name as she begins to caress and massage. Placing him directly against her belly, she feels the soft erotic skin rubbing. He raises her head in his hands to passionately kiss her as she continues to cause him incredible pleasure below the waist. His kissing was so intense and determined, Emma felt she couldn't breath.
It was coming too fast for him as he could feel his body's responses fill with need. He was quickly losing control. "Oh, God, Emma...stop.Please." he begged, holding her head in his hands, pressing his face against her hair. He felt her other busy hand had strayed way low and was beginning to cradle and hold. It was too much. A wave rushed over him. Emma took him over the edge as warm liquid covered her stomach. He buried his head in her hair, kissing the top of it. Shaken momentarily, he felt Emma then let go and then wrap her arms around his waist, holding him. As his breathing and heart rate slowed he lifted her face to his to kiss her gently, smiling. "That wasn't supposed to happen." He nervously chuckled.
"You have no control." she teased.
"You're one to talk."
"At least I don't make a mess everytime."
He gave her bottom a tight squeeze. "You'll get yours." he said wickedly.
"I'm sure I will."
Pulling her close, whispering into her ear, "Soon, very soon."
A shiver shot up her as his open mouth pressed over hers, his tongue darting deep into her mouth. A hand caressed her bottom and the other nestled in her hair. She felt desire rage through her body again, then he pulled away, once again leaving her in a state of bliss. Why did he keep doing this, teasing her, tormenting her? And he looked to be enjoying himself. Taking hold of her hand, "I'm not one to leave a mess, let me clean you up." She followed him into the bathroom.
The sight of their reflection in the mirror as they entered made Emma quickly look away. Stanley was aware of her embarrassment as she turned her back to the mirror, facing him, feeling vulnerable in the bright light. A candle set by the sink. He grabbed the matches on the toilet, lit it, and then turned the overhead off.
"Is that better?" She nodded as he took a warm wet wash cloth and began to wipe her stomach. The cloth tickled her stomach and she began to giggle and squirm. He was so much more relaxed then she. In the past, she wasn't one to parade around naked anywhere in the house or around anyone. Not like this. To even think about showering with another would be a first. Stanley made it seem so normal and natural. When he handed her the cloth to clean him, she hesitated. Then took a deep breath and preceded with the task, only to find by her gentle stroking with a warm cloth, caused him to get excited again. Stanley was amused. Trying to hide a blush as she placed the washcloth on the counter, he put his arms around her from behind. Now she was facing the mirror and there were only two places to look. She chose down.
Stanley was staring in the mirror at her, his hands began to knead her bare stomach. Reflecting on the evening, he smiled. Being with a woman again after so long was incredible. Even more so, being with a woman he felt so strongly about was a fulfillment that he almost gave up on. His hands massaged her belly and moved up towards her breasts, gently stroking them. Emma looked up for a brief second and saw the way Stanley was looking at her in the mirror. She still felt awkward and shy even after handling him a moment ago. He kissed her neck.
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are to me?" She blushed and her head drooped again. He managed to lift her chin from his position causing her to view them directly in their reflection. "This feels so right to me. You here, in my arms."
"It feels right to me too. Everything..." She placed a hand over his hand resting on her stomach, pausing, "everything about tonight is perfect."
He smiled tenderly at her reflection, both hands now back on her soft smooth skin. Emma's hands now resting on both of his. His touch was soft but powerful as he continued caressing over her abdomen and back over her breasts, now watching Emma's face in the mirror. Her eyes became spellbound, watching his hands wonder over her exposure. The woman in the mirror stared back, mesmerized, as she experienced the sensations of response, once again, squirming, watching his hands explore her body.
He leaned into her whispering, "I think you're ready now." She gasped as his hands went to her underpants and his fingers slipped inside. She wanted something to grab onto. The fire now flared between her legs, burning, her head swimming. Stanley's head was on her shoulder, kissing her. Her left hand went to his head, grabbing onto a clump of hair, grasping it tighter and tighter as Stanley's right hand began exploring. Emma cried out as he gently touched her in a place that had long been ignored. She was wet. He felt pure delight as his finger delved deeper to feel her most intimate area allow his access. Emma squirmed even more, crying out his name. He removed his hand and gently slipped the panties and garter belt off her. Moving down her back, he tenderly kissed her shoulder blades, her back, rounding out her bottom. Stepping out of her panties, Stanley moved back up her, again embracing from behind. She felt his penis rub against her back, now elongated and hard. His finger found its way back to that warm place inside her. His other hand stroked her breast while tantalizing her left nipple. Her view of their nakedness in the mirror deepened her arousal and desire.
"Oh, Stanley, please, I want you so much." She cried out. That was all she needed to say. He picked her up. With her body reeling from the excitement she had been experiencing, she felt weak. Her arms wrapped around his neck.
"I'm taking you to bed, woman."
Laying her on his bed, looking at her delectable body, he leaned down and tenderly kissed each breast. Emma's loving face smiled up at him, sighing contently. Her arms reached up, pulling him down on top of her. There was a chill in the air, one he hadn't noticed until now so he pulled the covers over them, snuggling up to her. He was content just holding her. So much had happened. Now relaxing beside her was pure bliss but Emma had other things in mind.
What had just transpired in the bathroom had left her breathless. She wanted more. She reached for his hand and brought it to her lips, kissing it. Stanley's eyes closed. Much to his surprise, she led his hand down slowly, across her breasts and stomach, placing it between her legs.
His eyes opened in surprise as he felt her wetness again. She was looking at him with longing and he smiled. Nothing was said. He was pleased with her forwardness by coming out of her shell, blossoming. Brent had been right, there was quite a temptress lying under the facade of the prim schoolteacher. His finger began to explore and he watched her writhe and squirm as each slight movement caused greater arousal and excitement from within her. He caressed her breasts, tracing his tongue around each nipple. Emma's gasps and cries of pleasure only added fuel to the fire, his finger now moving deeper inside her. Fervently he took a nipple into his mouth. Now clutching at his hair, she moans loudly. Stanley, fully aware of how close she is to the edge, holds back, then slipping his finger out. She cried, "No, don't stop. Stanley!" pleading, pulling his hair. "It feels so good, .please...."
Her cries were enough for him to continue to give her what she wants and in turn it bestowed Stanley the satisfaction and pleasure of arousing her in a way no other man had ever done.making her come alive. His fingers delve deep within her. She kisses the top of his head. As his sucking intensifies, Emma could hardly bear it. His hold tightens against her while her excitement feeds his. Her body felt strung so tight as she couldn't stop quaking underneath his touch. As she comes down, she whispers his name over and over. "Oh, Stanley." Feeling her pulses inside and out turned him on immensely.
Emma runs her fingers through his hair initiates kissing him. So much for the breather Stanley had been expecting., she takes him in her hands, surprising the hell out of him, he moans in pure delight. His mind fairly cloudy, but he manages to have one coherent thought... No time to think, he manges to reach over her, she is still caressing him and he gasps as he opens the drawer to his bedside table.
Emma gaze follows his hand and sees what he pulls out of the drawer... a condom. Emma's only thought is she doesn't want her first time with him to be ruined by a rubber. She lets go of him and reaches for his hand, "No, Stanley."
He looked at her. Not sure what she was meaning.Then he looked in her eyes...the desire and longing still evident. Stan felt in a dilemma of sorts, still clutching the condom in his hand. Emma took his hand, tracing fingertips over his knuckles and then kissing the back of his hand. A light sensual touch across his wrist up his fingers closed his eyes. She opened up his clenched fist dropping the condom. Giving him a seductive smile while drawing his face close, she feathered kisses on his eyelids, nose, following over to his cheek. This exquisite touching was making it very hard for him to concentrate on anything else.
She began to reach for him once again. He took both of her hands into his before she had the chance. Looking into her eyes seriously, "Are you sure?" Emma, desperately wanting to move on, nodded.
"It's okay, really." She waited for some sign from him that he accepted her answer. A smile appeared as he loosened his grip on her hands. HE was directly on top of her now, his hands went into her hair, as his lips covered hers, his body pressing against her, his penis rubbing against her thigh. She moves her legs under him slightly. The opportunity presents itself, as his penis is confronted with the warmth radiating from inside her.
There was a slight hesitation. This was a step in the growth and blossoming of their relationship. Never had Stanley experienced these kind of feelings for a woman, never had he ever wanted anything more than to make her happy. He looked into her eyes, stroking her cheek and she smiled at him sweetly. The longing and desire, the
anticipation was very evident in her gaze. He gently glided inside her, overwhelmed with her moist interior and how snuggly she wrapped around him.how she reacts to his presence within. Even more surprising was the reaction it creates inside him. Every part of his body is now alive. The jolts of excitement raging through his flesh. Wanting it to last, he attempts to settle his presence and tries not to move for a brief period. He wants to hold her and caress her. Afraid of the moment if he delves deeper inside her, he will lose all control.
Anxious with the caressing and coddling of her breasts, the attention causes her to squirm and writhe under him, her movement bringing that added excitement that Stanley is not prepared for. A groan escapes his breath as both her legs wrap around his thighs in an effort to draw him even closer. Much like the night on the couch, feeling her firm legs capturing his body was much too intense. That is the breaking point, he no longer can control the feelings jolting through him and he thrusts himself deeper into her. Spurned on by the screaming of his name, he continues, almost oblivious to the outcry. He felt her responding by gyrating her pelvis with the rhythm he is creating. It is too much for him. Trying desperately to hang on long enough for her satisfaction, he buries his head between her breasts, grasping them as he moans and cries her name over and over, thrusting deep inside.
Emma was completely lost in her satisfaction and grabs his hair, arching her back, bringing a spasm of contractions tightly over him. She could feel his expansion as he was past holding anything back, reacting to her tightening, she feels him cum inside. Both bodies were trembling, inhaling heavily. He sighs and shakes on top of her while she holds him as they come off this incredible high. He remains inside her, kissing her. After some time, he finally rolls off only to draw her to him. She lays on his chest, relaxed and content, she sighs.
As far as Stanley was concerned nothing could be better than this. Holding the woman he loves in his arms, he buries his head in her hair. Taking a whiff of her aroma, he wants to memorize everything about her.her enticing fragrance, the feel of her soft, tender breasts against his skin, her beating heart against his chest, her long lanky legs curled up by his side.
She whispers, "I love you." Her voice sounds weary, but sincere.
He kisses the top of her head and closes his eyes, "And I love you,
Emma."
Nothing else is said. She takes a deep breath and her eyes flutter trying to stay awake. The moments pass in this tender embrace and they fall asleep in each other's arms.
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A soft glow of the moonlight drifted into the room. Emma stirred. Smiling, she gazed upon the sight bundled next to her. He looked beautiful even asleep. She watched the comforter rise and fall with each deep breath. Snuggling up close to him, she wanted to feel the warmth of his skin against hers. Gently she laid a hand on his stomach causing him to stir slightly. A smile appeared across his lips and he sighed. The night had been everything she could have imagined and more.
Recalling the evening, she smiled mischievously thinking of all that had transpired. Not conscience of the movement, her hand messaged his stomach and lower, falling upon his soft penis. Stanley stirred slightly. Her curiosity now awakened, she wrapped her hand over him. Wondering if he would object to being aroused in his sleep, she started to touch and hold. As these thoughts were running through her mind, she felt him fill out and come to life. A soft moan escaped his sleeping form as his head slightly tossed one way. She heard her name whispered, his eyes darting back and forth under closed lids, seemingly in a dream. His breath stepped up a notch as he hardened more in her hand. A quick gasp of air and his hand flew down to discover a presence. Stanley now startled, his eyes flew open, finding Emma not so innocently caressing him,
"My god, woman, you sure know how to wake a guy up." She propped herself on an elbow and leaned over his chest, smiling. He found her gaze endearing with that twinkle in her eye. "You obviously can't sleep."
"I slept beautifully, actually. And then I opened my eyes and the sight
of you lying beside me...." she paused, "well.... I wanted to touch you." She smiled down at him, her hand still residing in its place of venture. He pulled up the covers and had a peek.
"I can see that." He smiled. "Anything else you wanted to do?"
"No." She teased and took her hand away.
"Oh, no, you don't. You start something, you finish it. Didn't your parents ever teach you that?"
"It's really late."
She turned away from him and the next thing she knew, he was twisting her over and pulling her on top of him. His arms were firmly embraced around her. She was going nowhere. She playfully smirked and wrinkled her nose at him, almost liking the predicament of being captured in his loving bear hug. Seeing a slight opening and wanting to tease her in return for this little waking venture, he started to tickle her. This did surprise her as she jumped, laughing and squirming on top of him. He might have thought to have the upper hand with her still in his clutches but Emma was ready to dish out some more. Who would have thought all of the tickle fights she had been involved in with her brother when they were children, would now be to her advantage? She knew just the right spot, on the side, right below the ribs. Whether his arms were wrapped around her or not, she knew all the angles of attack in order to reach it. He was fair game. Poking then wiggling her fingers fervently in the spot caused Stanley to clutch his side in laughter.
"Emma, you stop that right now!"
Breaking out of the bear hug, she now sat up on her knees, straddling his stomach, to smile down at him, "You don't have a chance, Stanley."
He playfully snarled, "You want to bet?" launching a counter attack, grabbing both her sides.
The tickling fight had begun!
He was much stronger and Emma was incredibly ticklish, doubling over as he poked and prodded her stomach and attacked simultaneously from both sides. She was laughing so hard, she could hardly breath, so he let up a bit.
"I'll give you a rest and let you catch your breath. You don't' know what you're dealing with." He let go, lying back momentarily watching Emma take deep breaths. The comment had provoked her. She would play this game but if he thought he could win, he was sorely mistaken. When he was unaware, she quickly grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. He didn't fight much, just showing a little resistance seemed to make it more interesting. Each breast rubbed against his chest, her face inches from his. The smile on his lips was one of voluntary surrender. The look in his eyes was evident of the game he was playing all along.
"I give up. You win."
Emma gazed into his eyes. "You're my prisoner."
"That's the way it looks, doesn't it?" His eyes clouded with a longing, very aware of her naked presence over his.
Feeling his eyes grow with desire, she leaned in to cover his lips, parting her mouth slightly. His tongue began tracing her lips, then plunges in, exploring her mouth hungrily. She felt lightheaded. The passion and desire once again ignited without the awkwardness. Breaking away momentarily, she lifted up slightly, while still on her knees leaning over him. He gazed at her breasts dangling in his face. He felt her grip loosen and responded by reaching for her, hungrily kissing each one.
Stan gently attempted to detach her from his abdomen to roll her underneath, softly tugging on her torso. Still remembering his earlier comment she felt 'he doesn't know what he is dealing with'! Emma has other ideas. Expecting the results of her earlier exploration to still be in place, she reaches back and takes him in her hands pleasantly pleased at what she found. Stanley gasps.
"You're the prisoner, remember? " she says confidently as she repositions. "I think I'm the one in charge here." He is taken by complete surprise. His head leans back in surrender, as his eyes roll up and close. She slowly pushes back and envelops him inside her. She wastes no time in establishing her desire. Stanley is totally helpless, lying underneath her as she rides him. His hands grasp for her breasts then she leans towards him, continuing the cadence. Her kisses seem desperate and rough as she bites his lip, then tenderly sucks it. He is wild as his hands grapple for anything. Blindly finding her hips, he attempts to slow her to no avail, squirming to the side.anything. To keep him in line, she tightens her legs and quickens the rhythm. He only wants her to slow so he can be assured she is satisfied. It wasn't working. Stanley's body jerks as he feels the release on its way. Emma's body feels it too, her body now on the brink of another orgasm. Pulling her down on top of him, gasping, sighing, he holds her tight as the wave rushes over both of them. Emma collapses in his strong arms like a rag doll.
The house is now quiet, the only sound heard was their breathing slowly
becoming steady. She hasn't budged, unable to move, not wanting to move. Just wanting to be close to him. Weak and spent, his stroking up and down her back is soothing and melancholy. She drifts off within minutes.
Stanley is not long in following.