The end of the year is always a time to reminisce, cast your mind over the memories of the last twelve months and even further afield. This year was no exception and, as usual, the events of a New Year in the past came to mind.
I had thought of Emma in the weeks following that night. I had woken in her bed when the light went on, but maybe it was a dream as all I saw was her in the dim light of the room as she climbed back into bed after a toilet visit. She snuggled up to me and we drifted away together until the birds woke us, their Spring songs loud on a quiet Saturday morning.
We mumbled nervously, as if the events of the previous evening had finally dawned on us and looked each other up and down as we smiled. She was very pretty, her warm eyes and smile shining though once she had accepted she was in bed with a stranger and he had ejaculated in all of her holes. "Hi" she said with a giggle and blush. "Hope you slept ok." I said I had and got mesmerised by her dark eyes as we chatted. I propped myself up to look at her better and then reached to stroke her cheek, brushing some hair off. There was a brief moment where our eyes just flicked around and then I moved closer and her mouth was opening as her eyes closed and our tongues got to meet again.
Emma guided me, her leg sliding under mine and then lifting to pull me between hers as they went wide. Her hand went down and moved me to her entrance and I slipped into her wonderful wet body with no further words being needed. Her tight pussy felt amazing and our kissing stopped as we starting gasping together and our bodies moved, pressed tightly to the other. Emma moved her hips with mine, keeping me deep as she squeezed my cock in her body as she let out high gasps and groans against my shoulder until her head went back as she let out a loud groan. I tried to hold out, but I looked down and the sight of her, mouth open as she moaned, eyes closed, the tender neck and then lower to her full breasts, the nipples red and hard, pushed me faster than I wanted.
"Sorry, I'm close." I mumbled, trying to keep going, but the tingles were starting and the ache in my balls meant I was very close.
"It's ok, cum." She murmured. Her eyes opened and looked into mine. "Inside." she added and that did it for me and I pushed hard and groaned as I filled her with semen. She held me tight with her legs wrapped around me as I unloaded, shaking and shuddering to empty my balls deep in her wonderfully tight cunt. She squeezed me and smiled as a hand stroked my cheek.
"Sorry." I mumbled again, feeling slightly useless. She smiled and her eyes sparkled.
"It's ok." she said softly, "Roll over." I slipped out and slumped onto my side and she giggled as she poked my chest with a finger and I laughed and rolled onto my back. Emma then pulled herself up and put her knees either side of my head. "Lick my cunt." she whispered as she looked down at me and spread her legs wide, her labia following with the inner lips hanging free. I lifted my head and opened my mouth as she pushed down and my tongue licked her soaked labia to taste the sharp juice from her and my ammonia scented semen as it dripped out of her body. She grunted and adjusted her position and my tongue entered her and she gripped me tight as I lapped our cum out of her as she squeezed her walls and the mix dripped into my mouth.
Emma ground on my mouth as I licked her, my tongue going from her hole to her clitoris as she moved until she pushed down, her lips now wide around mine and she cried out and shook and I rammed my tongue into her and drank the nectar as it ran from her pulsing cunt.
We snuggled up again and I studied her face as we rested together, my lips constantly on her skin, cheeks, ears, nose and her mouth, I was re-evaluating my guess at she looked younger in the soft morning light. We still didn't say much just kissed.
Emma lifted herself up and I watched her breasts move, they were still firm and I stroked up the curve of the underside and caressed over each nipple in turn, feeling the hard rubbery skin as she sighed. "Not disgusted you woke up with an old biddy?" she said as her eyes looked concerned.
I laughed softly. "Yeah, that's why I was hard and couldn't wait to get inside your lovely body and came so quickly." Emma blushed a little. "You're not old anyway." I added.
"You're too kind." she said and her eyes went down. "Thank you." she whispered.
"My pleasure." I replied and I put a hand to her chin and lifted her head and then moved my mouth to hers.
"Not sure I have much in the way of breakfast." Emma chuckled after we had kissed for thirty minutes or so, our lips always seeking the other's as we lay together and the morning took hold.
"Coffee and toast is fine."
"I can probably stretch to that." she laughed. In the end Emma put jam, marmalade and cheese on the table to accompany the toast and then held up a carton of eggs and smiled and proceeded to scramble some as the coffee brewed.
There was a strange peace as we ate, not the awkward silence of two strangers who have woken together.
"Any weekend plans?" I asked as I helped wash up the dishes.
"Recover!" she laughed. "You?"
I wanted to ask her, but the shyness swept over me as the feel that this was just one night sank in. "No, maybe watch TV, there's some cycling on as the season has just started." I mumbled and the subject was dropped. Emma made more coffee and we sat and talked about not much at all, nothing personal, mainly work related things. As the silence descended again, Emma took my hand.
"Thank you for 'christening' my bedroom," she said quietly then laughed, "Oh and bathroom."
I looked at her as she blushed. "No one had been in your bed before?" I said, somewhat stunned. She shook her head. I moved my chair closer and put my arm around her and she turned her face to mine and then away again as she went a bit redder. Then she turned slowly and her lips parted. I pulled her closer and one hand stroked up the t-shirt she had put on and held one of her breasts and squeezed it gently, the thumb flicking around and feeling the nipple as it hardened under the cotton and I felt her sigh as we kissed.
Emma shifted in her chair to face me and I moved to kneel between her legs and she looked at me, her eyes soft and warm and she lifted the t-shirt up and pulled my head to a breast and my lips opened wide and I put my teeth on the nipple and held it as I flicked my tongue over the tip and she shuddered. Her hips were writhing on the chair and it rattled on the floor as I moved to the other breast.
I moved my hands down and Emma lifted up from the chair as I slid her knickers off. "Another pair for the wash." she laughed and I lifted them to my mouth and kissed the damp crotch before putting my hands on the inside of her knees and pushing them wide. She moved forward to be on the edge of the chair as she opened for me, her inner lips already swollen and spreading her soft outer ones from within. I moved down and began to kiss over her inner thigh as she groaned and pressed her groin forward more, her lips seeking mine.
The kitchen chair shook and rattled on the hard floor, the wood clattering, sounding like dancers moving across a stage. It was accompanied by Emma's groans that turned to a long cry as my hands held around her, under her splayed legs to keep her against my mouth as my tongue lapped at her hard clitoris. One of her hands held the table, the other the back of my head, although that wasn't needed, I wasn't leaving her delicious cunt until she asked me to stop, I wanted to drink her sweet juice as it ran from her. "Oh god." she mumbled and then let out another long groan as I sucked on her clitoris and pressed my tongue to the tip. The chair wobbled, the rattle of the legs matching the fast gasps from Emma and then she pushed her hips against my face hard and the table shook as she held it tight and shuddered.
"Stop, oh god, stop." she mumbled and I gave her soaked vulva a farewell kiss, soft on the tender wet flesh and the chair jumped a little and then the kitchen was quiet.
"Guess I should add kitchen to the list now." Emma laughed as I rose up and held her, my wet lips on her open mouth.
We finished our coffee and then we went to the bedroom and Emma tidied up her strewn clothes and I put mine on.
"How long does it take you to get home?" she asked as I found the second sock.
"About fifteen minutes, I guess." I said, thinking that we were so close, yet... "I mean, nowhere is that far away here." She smiled sweetly at me and I saw the shyness return.
"Take care." she said softly as I stood at her door. I turned and we had one final kiss on the lips, brief and shy, then I walked down the path, turned to wave and she waved back, then the door slowly closed and I headed home as the Saturday morning shoppers filled the streets between our flats.
I walked past her place several times in the weeks that followed, but never saw her and didn't have the courage to knock on the door. I looked for her on the train, but she just seemed to have vanished I worried about her, she had got into my head and I didn't know why.
A few months later I met someone else, but it fizzled out and as December took hold, my mind returned to Emma. I thought I saw her on a train. It was busy and a figure weaved down the carriage, the same height and build but the hair was just a bit lighter. I stared, urging her to turn, but she seemed to ignore me, looking away all the time. Just as I gave up and looked down she turned and my heart raced, but a wave of nausea followed as the disappointment took hold.
