James bent down, locating the spare key before unlocking the door to Emma's apartment. He had already knocked five times, but Emma had told him that she rarely heard knocking on the front door, with it being so far away from her bedroom. Knowing this, he entered, calling out to her.
"Emma, love," he called out, "I just wanted to check you were alright after what happened earlier."
He called her name again and waited a moment, not wanting to startle her. When there was no response, James moved further into the room, concern for his girlfriend growing. They had been at a New Years Eve party when Emma got into a heated argument with their friend. After that, she had said that she wasn't feeling well and left early.
James checked his watch, 11:02 PM.
It was almost the New Year.
James had never been one for big New Year celebrations, after all, it was just another day. But he knew that to Emma, New Year's Eve was the best day of the year. She was always so full of celebration this time of year, parties, resolutions, bucket lists etc.
It wasn't like her to leave so suddenl--
What was that?
James waited, listening for a moment before he heard it again. There was a faint noise coming from the bathroom, it sounded almost like...was Emma crying?
James hesitated for a moment, he didn't want to invade the privacy of her home after all, but it really didn't feel right leaving her all alone, especially tonight. He headed towards the bathroom, the muffled whimpering sounds growing louder with each step.
He stood outside and listened for a moment.
Taking a deep breath he knocked again before entering "Emma, are you oka-,"
James froze, mouth agape.
He was met with a view he could never have expected.
Through the heated haze of the bathroom, James could make out Emma standing in the shower. No wonder she didn't hear him calling her name. Her head was thrown back, but not in despair as James had expected, no. He tried to make sense of the scene in front of him, she had left early to--those sounds, they weren't--was she--
He gazed at Emma, unable to pull his eyes away from her intimate act. He knew it was wrong to be watching her, but he found himself trapped by the irresistibility of the female form. He observed her face, admiring how her delicate features were arranged into a display of pure bliss. Noting how her eyes were closed and she seemed to be biting her lip to keep herself quiet. Those mewling whimpers were the only evidence of her indisputable enjoyment.
He looked at the exposed, inviting ivory flesh of her neck, at the water cascading down her long auburn hair and dripping down the centre of her breasts. James could feel his pulse racing, his face flushing as he watched her. His breath caught in his throat as he studied her breasts, nipples hardened, begging for attention.
Swallowing thickly, his eyes shifted downwards, travelling across her toned stomach before pausing to watch her skilled hands. Emma had one hand on her clit while the other was plunging deep inside of her.
She was thrusting into herself frantically, releasing such desperate little moans.
Dear god, she was stunning.
Emma shifted her position slightly, grinding herself harder against the shower wall as she spread her legs wider. From this position James had a full view of her exposed pussy, the pink folds were swollen and glistening with more than just water. He watched as she plunged her fingers into her body over and over.
Rubbing her swollen clit, desperately trying to bring herself to orgasm.
James felt himself stiffen, his cock stirring at the erotic sight before him. Yet he knew that he was never meant to see Emma in such a vulnerable position.
Breaking free from his trance, he tore his eyes away and examined the floor. James took a deep breath and cleared his throat, alerting Emma to his presence.
The moment he did, those emerald eyes shot open and fixated on him.
Finding the courage to make eye contact, he watched her face turn from one of pleasure to panic.
She hid her body with her hands, trying to conceal what she had so obviously been doing. "Emma, I am so sorry, I heard your cries I-I- thought you were upset after tonight, I'm so sorry, I will leave I --," James mumbled, rushing through his words and turning to leave as he spoke desperately trying to escape the situation.
