Story 40
Summary:
Emma, early twenties. She's recently single and she's not sure how to start having fun. Her friend takes her for a night out, and Emma is feeling even more frustrated. That is until a chance encounter allows her to know what fun is again.
Adam and Ian, early thirties. Adam meets Emma and invites her back to his place. But, little does she know, the cab driver is actually his friend Ian. And, soon enough, Ian joins in the fun as well.
Threesome, age gap, oral, blow jobs, pussy licking, titty sucking, jerk off, fingering, spit roast.
Emma looked around the bar and wondered how on earth she had ended up there.
Or, more specifically, she wondered how she had allowed herself to get talked into coming here.
This wasn't her kind of scene. She didn't think that it had ever really been her kind of scene.
But there had certainly been a time when she had allowed herself to get talked into coming to these kinds of places, and it seemed as though those times were back again with a vengeance.
She was twenty-two years old. She was still young, but sometimes she felt as though she was older than her years.
She looked back on the times when she had been made to come to these kinds of bars before, and how she had felt back then that she didn’t really fit in with them or the people there.
There was a strange kind of disconnect that she felt, and being here now only seemed to make it even worse than it used to be.
“Having fun?” Hayley asked her - shouting it into her ear over the sound of the booming music.
Emma turned to her and smiled - doing her best to make it as convincing as possible.
She nodded and hoped that she was displaying the right level of enthusiasm.
She knew that if she didn’t act as enthusiastic as she was expected to act then Hayley would make it her mission to try and force her into enjoying herself.
It occurred to her that there had been a certain amount of historical revisionism from Hayley when she thought about their friendship and the way that Emma used to behave.
The problem was that Emma had recently gotten out of a year-long relationship, and Hayley was acting as though her friend had just been freed from prison, or as though she had been held captive for a long time but had finally been rescued.
"I'm going to take you out partying!" Hayley had said to her excitedly over the phone when Emma had broken the news to her, "Oh, we're going to have the best time, Emma! I can't wait! It'll be just like the good old days!"
The good old days? Emma wasn’t sure what she meant by that, but she had a sinking feeling that she could work out just what it was that her friend was planning for her.
And so she was hardly surprised when Hayley had told her that she had a night planned out for the two of them - they were going to go to a bar and they were going to party.
“Who knows?” Hayley had said, “Maybe we can find you someone to help you get over David. A real man, I mean.”
A part of Emma wanted to protest that, to stick up for David in some way and tell Hayley that she shouldn’t speak like that about him. She wanted to tell her friend that David was, in fact, all man and that she had no idea what she was talking about.
However, just as she was thinking about how to say this, she thought about how things had been with David. She sighed to herself and decided that there was no point trying to stick up for him. She told herself that Hayley did, in fact, have a point.
“You won’t have any trouble finding someone else,” Hayley said, thinking that she was reassuring her, “don’t you worry about that.”
Not that Emma had been worrying about it. In fact, it was the last thing on her mind.
However, she was also aware of the effect that she had on men. She didn’t think of herself as beautiful - she didn’t really have the confidence to say something like that about herself, after all. But there was no denying the way that men looked at her, or the way that they acted around her.
In truth, she was incredibly beautiful, with a sexy body that drew attention wherever she went.
She was slightly below average height. She was slim but with great curves - large breasts and a full ass.
Her legs were slender and toned. She was somewhat self-conscious about her large breasts, knowing that men often looked at them when they were meant to be looking into her face.
She had a beautiful face as well, however, and there were also men who couldn't stop gazing into her eyes when they finally shifted their eyes upward from her breasts.
She had long, thick, auburn hair that seemed to catch fire when the sun hit it. Her eyes were large and green with long eyelashes. She had cute dimples and a splash of freckles across her small nose. Her lips were plump and she had a contagious smile.
She had often got a lot of attention from men, but she had never really known how to handle it. Perhaps that was why things had ended up the way that they had with David. Other men seemed to be more pushy, but he had seemed more reserved and that had been something that had attracted her to him.
He had also been very handsome. He was tall and broad-shouldered.
He had dark hair that contrasted with his light skin.
His eyes were gray and hypnotic. He had classic, movie-star good looks.
When he had come over to speak to her, she had feared that he would be just like all of the other guys that she encountered.
However, he had been different. He had managed to put her at ease, and she had felt much more comfortable around him.
When he had asked her for her number, she had given it to him without even thinking.
It had only been later that she had started to wonder if she was, in fact, doing the right thing.
When he had called her, she had been hesitant about meeting up with him. But he had, once again, managed to put her at ease, and she had ended up agreeing to meet with him.
Things had gone well, and they had started seeing one another more regularly.
However, there always seemed to be something missing in their relationship.
It took her a while to realize just what it was, but when she reached her conclusion there was no denying it.
There simply wasn’t really any passion in their relationship.
That was the problem, and it was something that she couldn’t deny.
He seemed to care about her, and he made her feel comfortable, but she felt as though she needed something more - something that he was completely failing to give to her.
She was bored. She didn’t think that she was the kind of girl who sought excitement but now, in the absence of any kind of excitement, she realized that was exactly what she was missing.
She began to fantasize about something else, something more exciting.
She would see random men in the street and wonder what it would be like to do something wild, something naughty, with them.
She would picture how it would go, just picking one of them up.
She thought about the look on their faces when she told them what she wanted.
There were times when she found herself feeling more aroused than she was used to.
She felt as though there was some strange change taking place within her, something that she couldn't quite put her finger on.
Whatever it was, she knew that David wasn't giving her what she wanted, and she felt as if she would explode if she didn't get that thing that she was missing sooner rather than later.
There had been one night when she had been at home in her small apartment. She had been feeling restless, and she had run herself a hot bath to try and unwind.
When the bath was full, she stripped off, ready to get into it. She paused for a moment and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She smiled at her nakedness. She did look good, didn’t she? She ran her hands over her body - down the curves of her hips and then up to take hold of her plump breasts.
She squeezed them slightly, imagining hands there, feeling her. She tweaked her nipples and let out a slight gasp. She felt them stiffening under her touch.
Then, she let go of her breasts. She bounced up and down slightly, watching the way that her breasts bounced.
One of her hands ran down between her legs.
She touched herself gently there and bit her bottom lip, stifling a slight moan.
Her eyes were looking up and down her body but now they met their own reflection.
She suddenly felt self-conscious. She smiled and shook her head, and then she climbed into the bath.
The hot water felt wonderful on her skin as she lowered herself into it.
She felt herself relaxing. All of her cares seemed to evaporate all around her.
She thought about David. He was a good man, there was no denying that. She just wished that he could show her some real passion.
She began to imagine a situation where he would come round to her apartment now.
She thought about herself lying in the bath like this when there would be a knock at the door.
She would sigh to herself, wondering who it could be.
She would get out of the bath and go to the door, pulling a bathrobe around her wet body.
She would open the door and he’d be standing there. One look at him would be enough to tell her that something out of the ordinary was going on here. He’d have a look in his eyes - a wild look as though something had been awakened in him. She’d invite him inside and close the door behind him.
“What’s up, David?” she’d ask him, “What do you want?”
He’d look her in the eyes then.
“You,” he’d say simply, “I want you.”
Then, before she even had a chance to respond, he’d reach out and grab her by the waist.
He’d pull her to him and then they’d be kissing passionately.
She’d wrap her arms around behind his head, and his hands would slip around to her back, pulling her in even closer.
She’d feel his firm body against hers and he’d start to guide her toward the bedroom.
She’d let him lead her where he wanted her to be.
He was taking control, just as she had wanted him to.
He was showing her just how much he wanted her.
As soon as they were in her bedroom things would start to get even hotter.