When Emmy swore to make good on having her way with me very soon, I never would have imagined that it would only take her a day to deliver on that promise. Much less the way that it would come about (oh yes, there was lots of cumming).
So how did we come to find ourselves like this? I'll gladly tell you!
I mean, it all started out very innocently. so I won't bore you with those details. Suffice to say, I needed a pretty face for a quick bit of modelling for some photos I needed. Emmy was an obvious choice and was more than happy to agree given that she was at a bit of a loose end and looking for any excuse to ditch the club I'd found her lurking in.
I didn't even have to pitch the concept of the shoot to her. Had I, I know she would have only been even more enthusiastic. Why? Because it involved kissing me. Something she has made a bit of a habit of recently. Not that I'm complaining. It's just worth noting that I've probably spent more time snogging her than every other woman on this planet put together. That's a fun little fact for you.
Why is that relevant? Well, because, when I'd finished taking the snaps I needed, I suggested that, if she had nothing better to do with her evening, we could find a more comfortable spot than my barren studio to continue kissing. You know, kissing for leisure rather than for work. It obviously sounded as good to Emmy as it did to me as she invited me to join her for a little night dip on a rather fancy yacht. Of course, I said!
The little dip wasn't in the seas though. It was literally on the yacht, in a conveniently placed hot tub on the roof of its main cabin. One that was perfectly sized for a couple of peeps to get intimate in. So yeah, just like the day before. Taking a dip with Emmy. Insert pun about us getting wet together...
Anyway, since I hadn't had a chance to get changed into anything more suitable, my definitely not pool-friendly dress had to come off before I could plunge in. Emmy even helped me with a few of the buttons before I let it slip from my shoulders to reveal my almost bare body. Bare, save for a tiny black thong that I'd keep on. For now...
Obviously, Emmy's cute little summer dress had quickly been discarded before she gave me a helping hand. That should go without saying though. Naked is basically her default state. Something I reminded her of numerous times during the evening.
As our bodies descended into the cooling water, we intertwined ourselves in an intimate embrace, picking up not too far from where we had left things the day before. Although, I should make it clear that, at this point, I was just looking for a bit of silly, above the waist fun. In fairness, that's how it began. Lots of kissing and boob play. I fucking love Emmy's beautiful breasts. Which probably explains another record that Emmy holds, for she is undoubtedly the woman whose boobs I have spent the most time touching.
I mused aloud to her that I think that's partly down to my own frustrations at guys not giving my own boobs enough attention and my wanting to vicariously address that by licking and sucking and groping and squeezing hers. I mean, I know that my boobs aren't as big as Emmy's or Jess's... or most of my lady friends for that matter... so maybe they are just not as attention grabbing when guys are faced with what areas of my body to play with.
Speaking of Jess, as I toppled backwards under the weight of Emmy's ample chest pushing against me, there she was, perching on the side of the tub in her delicate looking bathing suit, revelling in finding us in this compromising situation. Far more compromised than I suspect she even realised. At least that's my hope! But either way, totally busted!
For below the water, Emmy had already began subtly rubbing her bare slit against my thigh. I must confess that I found the idea of pleasuring each other while chatting to our friend who was sitting just feet away from us was absolutely thrilling. So when Emmy stealthily pulled my thing to the side to expose my own pussy lips, I couldn't resist mimicking her movements; my cunt gently undulating up and down her leg.
I feel like we were being as subtle as good be but I genuinely have no idea if Jess noticed what we were up to. Only she could answer that. Although she did complain that I still had my thong on, even though Emmy was in the buff. I don't know if that was a sly attempt on her part to move things along. Perhaps...
Regardless, I "reluctantly" slipped it off, knowing that there would then be one slight impediment to pleasuring myself removed. As long as Jess was with us, neither Emmy nor I could really let go in the way that we wanted. Although unspoken, it was obvious that we had both resolved to make the other cum whilst trying to hold back our own climax for as long as possible.
Banter continued to flow back and forth between the three of us. Jess bragging about how many cocks she had milked on to her tits earlier in the day. Emmy reminiscing about the time she took on 4 black cocks at the same time. And me whinging about how I always seem to miss seeing all this fun. A complaint that we all agreed to resolve by arranging a bukake session some day where the three of us will kneel down back to back in the middle of a circle of throbbing cocks eager to unload their nut all of us. Sounds divine, doesn't it?
Talk of that obviously heightened Emmy's arousal, as she finally cracked a little as she slid one and then two fingers inside me as I struggled to hump her leg without giving our game away. In reply. one of my fingers pushed its way inside her tight little arsehole. I know she fucking loves it in the ass and, since I had no way of fingers her cunt with it being too obvious to Jess, but I could get my hand out of sight under Emmy's bum, it was my only choice really.
I fear that, despite our best efforts, we were now becoming a little too obvious. I repeatedly had to bury my face in Emmy's cleavage to stifle moans, playing it off as just some playful motorboating, when, in reality, it was the best I could do to disguise the growing stimulation she was building in me as she rubbed at my g-spot.
But what urges I was fighting to hold back, Emmy must have had it even worse as she could no longer hold back cumming against my thigh. I must have shot her a look of horror as she let out a whimper and a moan before pressing her face into my neck to muffle any further sounds. Again, you would have to ask Jess if she noticed but I reckon that might have given the game away.
There would be no assumptions on my part though, so I maintained my determination to not give into my aching need to orgasm which we had been building up over what must have been hours of edging by now.
I really tried. I promise I did. Then Emmy's thumb began playing against my clit. In that moment I knew I was done for. Tingles of excitement shot throughout my entire body as I resigned myself to my impending orgasm. I just need to figure out how to let it out as secretly as possible, so only Emmy would know.
I actually don't remember why, but Jess and then Emmy took it in turns to give my bum, which was just partially breaking the surface of the water, a series of slaps. Punishing me for some sort of teasing comment, no doubt. That was surely going to be my best opportunity though. Not only was the water sufficiently disturbed to help disguise me furious hump Emmy's leg and fingers for the last few seconds needed to get me off, but I also had the perfect excuse to squeal and moan as hours of built up tension was released.
Now, it's at this point that I do get a little suspicious about whether Jess was on to us all along. Literally 2 minutes after I climaxed, Jess rose and said her farewells. Admittedly, it was now the early hours of the morning so her claims of needing to get some sleep were certainly valid. However, the timing of it was as if she was deliberately delaying leaving us, just to see if she could catch us in the act of cumming. By this point Emmy and I had both given into our craving to cum and, perhaps knowingly, she could leave us having succeeded in her own devious game.
Suffice to say, once Jess had left us, all inhibitions were dropped. I sidled up Emmy, pawing at her boobs before one of my hands purposefully meandered down her body as it approached a forbidden boundary. Although I have teased her arsehole with a finger, never before have I touched the flower between her legs. Not with my hands or with my mouth. OK, OK, Emmy has ground it against my leg, but this would be the first time that I had ever deliberately pleasured her.
As the tip of my finger reached and then circled her swollen bean, there was no going back now!
My focus was entirely on her clit. I could feel how engorged it was and knew it must have been aching for more stimulation. I gladly obliged, toying with it with my thumb. All the time still fondling one of her boobs with my other hand.
Soon enough, one of her hands ventured back between my legs. She slipped it straight inside me, right back to teasing my G-spot like she had been earlier. It felt like heaven, spurring me to carefully spread the petals of her flower and tease my middle finger inside her. She liked that. A lot. Moments like my ring finger was also inside her. Both fingers rhythmically stroking the walls of her insides. To mirror this motion, my thumb transitioned from spirally around her bean to rubbing back and forth over it.
We furiously fingered each other, no longer needing to play coy or disguise our efforts, and it was a race to get the other one off first. A race that I would win as I felt Emmy's body stiffen against mine. In that moment, my fingers changed it up again. From sliding in and out to just rapidly scritching at her G-spot.
Emmy lost control as she began to cum again. Me grinning devilishly as she did so, never relenting in my stimulation as I sort to push as far over the edge as I could and then just keep going and going. You only get to make someone cum for the first time once, and I wanted it to be memorable.
After her eventually come down from that climax, she doubled her efforts to get me off again. I was getting close, especially when she had one set of fingers working on my clit and another busying themselves with my G-spot. We had come so far and broken so many forbidden boundaries all ready, so what was one more?
Climbing from the pool, I lay back on the side, spreading my legs wide open and splaying my pussy lips with my fingers. And it is at this juncture where we truly picked up from the day before. Not a tease this time however, Emmy buried her face between my thighs. Lapping at my wetness that was already leaking on to my inner thighs, I finally allowed her to properly taste my sweetness.
Emmy gorged herself on the nectar of my flower as my thighs and hands pressed her face tighter and tighter against my swollen cunt. If not so lost in the throes of pleasure, I may have genuinely been worried for her wellbeing. I had no spare capacity for such thoughts though. Not as she made my eyes roll back in my head and my hips arch up as I could finally probably release all of the sexual tension that had built up. Not just built up from the past few hours we had spent getting each off, but since the day before as well.
I rode that wave of orgasm bliss for as long as I could, Emmy happy to keep licking and sucking and nibbling and nuzzling and all that other good stuff she was doing to me down there. Then, as my body wanted to relax, the sensitivity of it was simply too much to bear. A shaky hand on Emmy's forehead eased her away from my quivering to allow me some respite.
And that's how it all played out. Sure, there was some mutual aftercare to follow. A little more kissing and plenty of cuddling after I slide myself back into water with her. But it was well into the early hours of the morning and I think we were both pretty worn out. I know I certainly was.
What an experience though! An experience that had been months, if not more, in the making. After all, we first met something like 8 years ago and, although we've not been close for most of that time, I get the impression that Emmy has long harboured a deep attraction to me that has now finally been realised.
No doubt this will not be the last time we end up together like this. Don't get me wrong, its not going to be a regular occurance. Like I said earlier, building the anticipation makes moments like these so much sweeter. And all the build to get us here definitely paid off.
And, although Emmy gleefully wasted no time in bragging about turning me gay, I'm not. I don't plan to start bed hopping with all of my lady friends now, even though I'm sure there could be plenty of opportunities if I wanted them. I am a little curious to experience a few other things that I've experienced before though. Maybe not so much "bi-curious" as "Emmy-curious" as there is just something about her that makes me struggle to resist her temptations unlike any other woman I have ever met.
So yeah, that's a vague promise that somewhere down the line, I'll surely be posting more of Emmy and I making each other cum. If Emmy has her way, it would probably be tomorrow. If I get my way, it will be some months from now when the sexual tension between us has ramped up again. Ultimately, it'll come down to fate and whether Emmy draws a lucky number again...
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