Scotty and Emily on a first date

Scott White drove his brand new Porsche 911 Carrera through the light evening traffic towards Emily’s apartment complex. It was just past six and they were to have dinner at that new restaurant down situated on New Bond Street. Scott had waited for this day for sometime and managed to work up enough courage to ask Emily out to dinner. Emily, in his eyes was the prettiest girl he had ever seen. Well, the last girl he was with was also the prettiest girl he had ever seen…. Nevertheless, he waited for the right moment before approaching the young, blue eyed, brown curly haired beauty and casually suggesting dinner and perhaps if time permitted a few drinks.

Emily Stonebridge noticed the blonde hair, the expensive suit and the strong jaw, not to mention what looked like a very fit physique under the fine threads, when Scott had excused himself to ask her for directions to the managing director’s office. She was aware of the insanely stupid smile that was spread across her luscious lips as she managed to give him the directions without stuttering. He was gorgeous and probably very rich. Not the kind of combination on encountered on a day to day basis. Emily Spoke to the MD’s secretary and managed to get a few details out of her; details that further affirmed her analysis of the man who asked her for directions. It appeared that Mr. White would regularly visit the office, on Tuesdays to meet the boss to discuss whatever it was that they discussed. This meant that Tuesdays was a day for a fine dress, make up and a smile that would impress kings.

Emily was giddy with anticipation at her apartment as she got dressed and did her hair and make up. The many phone calls that originated from Scott’s phone provided her with the information needed to look just as he wanted her to look. She fiddled with the low neckline of her new top, making for perfect cleavage… Emily looked in the mirror and smiled…

Her doorbell rang and she almost tripped and fell on her way to answering it. She opened the door to find a bunch of red roses held by a very handsome man. She smiled again…

“Hi! Scott”
“Hi!” he leaned forward and kissed her. Wow!
“Shall we then?” She took the flowers he extended and smelled them, then put them on a table that was near the door.
“We shall” he managed to say, trying his very best not to stare at her chest.

When they came out the building, Emily immediately noticed the shiny silver Porsche that stood in all its’ automotive glory. He held the door open while she got in and ran her hand along the soft leather seats. It smelled like a new car. Six seconds later she heard the engine come to life and soon they were speeding down the narrow London streets towards their high end restaurant.

Dinner was almost like a dream. The wonderful wine, the even better food, the coffee, it was all like in the movies. The man, seated in front of her looked like the men you only saw in magazines and TV shows. Wow! Yum! She didn’t even flinch when he suggested drinks at one of the newer, hip pubs located in the West end.

They had drinks and Emily helped herself to more champagne than she usually would. For one thing, this Domparisgnon was really good, smooth and went down very well. Feeling a little tipsy, almost on queue he asked her to dance. They did. He put his hands on her waist and she moved closer. She turned around and leaned against him, gently rubbing her tight buttocks against his crotch. She could feel him growing against her as he wrapped his arms around her and smelled her hair. Soon his lips were on her neck and she cocked her head to one side to let him know that she liked what he was doing. Unconsciously she brought her hands to rest over his, as they moved to the music, enjoying each other’s bodies rub against each other. She closed her eyes and she was in heaven.

“This feels so good” she said. It almost seemed like a whisper over the loud music, but she made sure Scott heard her. He tightened his arms around her and moved his hands behind hers to caress the soft skin of her stomach. She leaned in to him and rested her head on his shoulders. The music slowed, almost magically, as their hips moved in unison. Scott brought his lips down to her neck and she let out a soft mourn.

They left the pub a while later, his arm around her as they walked to the car. They got in and drove to her place as agreed on the dance floor. Emily’s keys let both of them in to her modest apartment, modest compared to the lavish mansion Scott lived in. They kissed for the first time that night as soon as they were in the apartment, tearing off their coats in the process. Scott’s big arms went around her back and she pressed against him; her own hands reaching for the back of his neck. The kiss was wet and full of tongue; Scott pushed his in to her mouth as she sucked on it and let her own tongue play with it. She was melting in his arms that were now starting to wander the curves below the small of her back. She tasted, with pleasure the champagne and taste of cigar in his mouth. It was soft enough not to be brutal, but at the same time was strong enough to make her feel like she was in the arms of a real man.

They say that Porsches compensate for the lack of other parts a man ought to posses. Emily found that not to be the case in this instant as she ran one hand down his stomach to his belt buckle and then further. She caressed his member, letting her soft fingers run the length of it. He moaned as his mouth left hers and began to kiss her face and then her ears. She moaned as his tongue danced along the ridges of her earlobe. Scott brought one hand around and tucked it inside her blouse. He caressed the soft skin of her stomach. She moaned as his hand progressed upwards until it met the stiff wire of her bra. He moved over it cupping her wonderfully taut breasts. She moaned again and he started to kiss her neck and moving down towards her shoulders.

“Mmmh! Lets go to the bedroom…aaah!” she managed.

They walked towards the room as she took off her top and unhooked her bra. He undid his shirt and his pants, kicking off his shoes as he entered the room. She got in to bed and took off her skirt and lay back on the bed. Scott followed and climbed on top of Emily. She moaned as his warm mouth met hers and his free hand played with her hardened nipples. Scott brought his mouth soon after and tasted the sweetness of the skin that covered her breasts. He kissed them, licked them, suckled on her nipples and flicked his tongue over them. She arched her back and her hands pushed at his pants begging him to take them off. He obliged and pressed his rock-hard cock on to her panty-covered cunt. She let out a loud moan. Oh! God! This was so wonderful…. It had been a while since she had been touched by a man. A long while since she had been touched by a man this wonderful. She ran her hands along his back. Her nails dug in whenever the emotions were overwhelming. Scott licked his way down her stomach to her naval and let his tongue scour rim. She put both her hands on his head and pushed him towards that secret place that would give her so much pleasure. He took his time, wanting to tease her a little as he tasted the milky white skin of her flat stomach. Then, ignoring what she wanted, she started to caress and kiss her thighs. They were soft and firm. One of his hands cupped her lovely round buttocks as he brought his mouth along the inside of her thighs to that sweet place and then back down the other. She moaned really loud this time as he brought his mouth to her wet panties and licked her.

Scott moved back up, taking the time to undo his boxer shorts and rubbing his throbbing cock on her thighs as he came up. He kissed her and she tasted her wet juices on his lips. She ran her tongue along his lips and he rolled over and let her get on top.

Emily kissed his face, his neck, his shoulders and stopped to lick and suck on his male-nipples. His chest was hard, and in the dim light that came through the toilet, looked as if it had been chiseled. Emily took her time licking and kissing his abs, running her tongue over the ridges playing with his navel, kissing and licking his nipples before she went down further. She expertly let her breast rub against his hard cock as she moved up and down licking and kissing his upper body.

Finally she went down and took his balls in her mouth. Scott moaned and his hands came down on her head. He played with her hair as she licked his balls and the area just below. She then came up, licking the shaft of his penis and took the hot, hard pink head in her mouth. Her tongue ran around the head as she brought it in and out… sucking as hard as she could. Gosh! He tastes so good…she thought as his cock throbbed in her mouth. She licked and sucked and took his entire dick inside her mouth. Scott moaned and wanted her pussy around his hard cock. She sensed it somehow and brought her self up and kissed him. She shoved her warm tongue into his mouth and he could taste himself. She lowered herself on him and put her hands on his chest and threw her head back as she started to move her hips. She rode him slowly at first but it soon became faster. His hands cupped her breasts as them moved back and forth to the rhythm of her hips.

They both moaned and gasped and screamed as passion overcame them. Scott couldn’t take it anymore as he motioned to her to get off. She did so and brought her mouth to his hard, throbbing cock and sucked on it. Her small, soft hands cupped his balls. He came in her mouth and she felt the warm liquid shoot all the way back in to her throat. She swallowed and savored the taste and licked the rest off his dying penis.

She went quickly to the bathroom as he lay on her bed with his hands behind his head. She washed her mouth, came back and kissed him, full on the lips.

“Oh! My God, baby, that was sooooo good” she gasped as she slumped in to bed, positioning herself to rest her head on his shoulder. He kissed her forehead and muttered the same thing. She brought his left hand around and caressed the soft skin on her back. She snuggled closer and eventually, fell asleep, as did he.