1. Emily - Part One


    Date: 11/17/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: Boss01, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    running into Emily again, as she was busy in off-site meetings. I did get a voice-mail from her, initially in a low, sultry, sexy voice that broke into a giggle half-way through, confirming that she would be waiting for me at her house as planned, that I was to dress casual, and providing her address. I left a little early, went home to shower and change into some khakis and a golf shirt, and then went to the local liquor store to pick up a bottle of wine. I was at her doorstep at precisely seven. I knocked. The door opened to a rather frazzled looking Emily, hair all whizzy, dressed in the baggiest pair of gray sweats I’d ever seen. “I am so sorry!” she exclaimed. “I am running so late. But, dinner is in the oven, I promise. Please, come in and sit down while I make myself fabulous. Unless, of course, you like this look,” she giggled, twirling and then dancing down the hall towards her bedroom. I walked to the kitchen, found a corkscrew, opened the bottle I had brought and had just poured a glass when I heard a door open. “No peeking!” she hollered, followed by a few footsteps and then another door close. The sound of a running shower followed shortly. After about ten minutes, there was another door opening, another admonishment, and another door closing. I was on my second glass of wine on an empty stomach, which probably wasn’t a good idea, when I heard, “Tah Dah!” behind me. I stood and turned at the same time, both a little too fast, and started falling forward. The ...
    next thing I knew, a pair of strong arms had caught me and propped me back up straight. “Again with the backwards,” she laughed. “You’re not supposed to fall for me until after I’ve dazzled you with my culinary skills and brilliant dinner conversation.” I took a step back, and wasn’t sure for a second that the wine had not had more of an affect than I realized. Standing before me was not the matronly dressed executive that I worked beside, nor the couch potato that had greeted me at the door just a little while ago. Instead, standing before me was a vision of “Jennifer Lawrence as the tomboy next-door”, wearing white cotton hiking shorts, a short-sleeve denim blouse, and a pair of white Converse; her hair pulled back in a pony-tail and no make-up beyond some bubble-gum gloss on her lips and a little eye shadow accentuating blue eyes that sparkled. Her shirt was loose enough for comfort, but tight enough to show me that she had a respectable set of 34B breasts that were clearly bra-free tonight, and her shorts showed off a very fit looking pair of tanned legs. “Look at you,” I said, as I spun her around, catching a glimpse of her nicely shaped ass. I pulled her in closer and gave her a chaste peck on the cheek. “Well, if I had to fall for anyone tonight, I’m glad it was you.” Corny, I know. I blame it on the wine. But instead of pulling away, she moved in closer, putting her arms around my neck. I looked into her eyes, and knew right away that I needed to kiss her; long and hard. ...
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