Emily threw on the stereo and started straightening her home. Her kids were gone for the week so she picked up all the stray toys and put them away in their bedroom. Her hopes for this evening did not include kids. She loved her kids very much, but tonight was different.
After Emily finished the cleaning, she stood at the doorway looking into her home, as if she was just walking in. She imagined the man she wanted, walking through the doorway and stepping into her home. She wanted nothing to make him uncomfortable. She did the same at the doorway of her bedroom. She began to visualize them together. She felt herself getting excited and her temperature rising.
"Stay focused," Emily told herself.
It was time to shower and Emily went into the bathroom and began to slowly take her clothes off. She studied herself in the mirror. She took her blond shoulder length hair out of its ponytail and shook it out. She ran her hands down her body, touching her breasts, then down to her slim hips and round ass.
The yoga Emily practiced daily kept her figure very well, and even though her breasts had gotten smaller from her pregnancies, they were firm and perky and she could go braless now. Sometimes she would envy girls with large breasts, but she would remind herself that all men were different. Some were breast men, and some were ass and legmen.
Emily turned on the shower and let the hot water run over her body. It felt so good she could have stayed there forever. She washed her hair, and as she shaved her legs she ran her hands over them, feeling their smoothness. Then she ran her hands over her freshly waxed pussy.
"Nice and smooth," she said to herself.
The light touch of her hands started the familiar aching feeling between her legs and her thoughts turned to him, and his kiss. She began to touch her pussy as she thought of him inside her, wondering what he would feel like. She imagined running her hands up and down his thighs, feeling their strength. His legs always looked so strong.
Out of the shower, Emily applied a vanilla scented lotion all over her body, and dried her hair. Her long bangs fell past her blue eyes and helped to hide some of the desire within her body. She finished her makeup and put on a short sundress. The weather had been nice, and she had gotten some sun lately making her shoulders and chest lightly bronzed. she slipped on her sandals and looked in the mirror one last time. She hoped he would like what he saw, and her mind started to wander again, to thoughts of him.
She wanted him so badly.
Emily wondered how her overwhelming desire for this man had happened, but at the same time, she was thrilled to feel such a powerful desire for someone again. It was the kind of desire that only certain people can awaken within you. Her skin tingled with electricity that made her feel alive. One kiss had awakened a primal spot where logic and better judgment are thrown out and all you feel is the craving for your chest against theirs, skin against skin.
"This is not good," she thought to herself, her better judgment trying to peek through. She felt a little out of control.
But there was no stopping this kind of desire. Emily had only felt this way a handful of times, though she had been with more men than that. She could quickly recall them, her first lover, an old co-worker, and her ex-husband. With them she had felt this feeling. The one where you have trouble concentrating, and the simplest thoughts about them make you come close to orgasm.
Emily understood this passion all too well. Her husband had fallen in love with someone else shortly after the birth of the children. Not just fucked someone else, fell in love with someone else. It had happened because of this kind of desire, or so he told her during the unsuccessful marriage counseling. She had wanted to have this feeling for someone in her new life. But now that it was here, she was overwhelmed.
This new man was not actually new to her, and was well known by many women. Younger than Emily and very confident, Matt was literally the third new person she met on her first night out as a single woman. Her old co-worker friend introduced her to him at the local beach bar. In those first moments she could feel his presence as his eyes pierced through her, and she knew right then that he was very sexual, and a little dangerous. At the beginning of her new life, things were very crazy and she had no intention of acting on her sexual curiosity about him. She considered him a bar friend.
The following year, on a very rainy night, Emily was trying to keep her shoes dry, and off of the flooded bar floor, so she scooted along the bar stools to get to the door to leave. When she got to where Matt was sitting, she jokingly climbed on the back of his chair, putting her arms around this neck, her chest pressing into his back. In this quick moment she had felt him. An intense heat had penetrated from him into her chest and breasts. The sensation caught her off guard, like someone hitting you from behind. The feeling was that unexpected and tangible.
When Emily walked to her car that night, she felt her pussy heating up, soaking her panties. For the first time, she began to wonder what it would be like to be with Matt, to wonder if fucking him could be a real option. The divorce had left her alone and horny most of the time, and while she masturbated regularly, she longed for a real man to touch her. She was not ready for a relationship, but she craved raw sex, and she found it hard to find. She got offers, but she could get herself off easily, and wasn't looking for just a fuck or warm body, she wanted a sensual experience, a memorable encounter with the other person. There were things that she liked that she could not do sexually for herself, like kissing and talking dirty. She would sometimes invite a potential lover over for a kissing session to see if they could heat up the room and make her pussy drip with desire. Kissing was her true test, and it was critical to making anything further happen. It was a deal maker or breaker. If the kiss was not there, she sent them home.
Another year passed and a beautiful sunset started the weekend for everyone. Fridays were always one of the better nights to hang out at the beach bar. It seemed everyone came out to have a few drinks and shake off the workweek. At the end of the night, Matt asked Emily for a ride home. He had come with friends earlier but they had left. This was not the first time he had asked for a ride home, and they had become friends over the past couple years. Little conversations here and there had built a casual friendship, but she still wondered what he was like in bed. Her gut told her he would be great, but maybe she was wrong. She had decided at some point to ignore it, like you would try to ignore the temptation for something forbidden. He was a forbidden fruit, something to admire from afar. His gaze was still piercing and sometimes she would find it hard to look directly into his eyes when they spoke, for it felt like he could see through her, to her curiosity about him.
They drove to Matt's home and he invited Emily in for one more drink. He did this each time she gave him a ride home, and she always knew there was some danger to being alone with him, but they had done it before. She kept herself in check and so did he.
As usual she thought to herself, "Drink your drink quickly and get out." She did not want to risk being captured by his gaze.
They stepped into Matt's kitchen to make the drinks and Emily noticed that he had a bulb out in one of the overhead lights. She wanted to check out the shape of the lights. She stepped closer to the light and while moving forward lightly brushed her arm against his. She thought these were the same lights she had had in her old kitchen, and might have one laying around to give to him. She turned around to tell him about her discovery and before she could utter her sentence he stepped toward her and kissed her. Strong yet soft, she was in shock and instinctively pulled back from the surprise of his kiss.
Matt did not let go. He pulled Emily closer to him and kissed her again. This time he used his tongue to slowly part her mouth and kiss her more deeply. Her immediate shock began to melt under his soft, sensuous kisses. She relaxed into his arms and began kissing him back. Their mouths tasted each other while their tongues touched and pleasured the other. Her desire began to heat up and was quickly melting her , making her let her guard down.
