Emily and Andy…

”I couldn’t help but notice how stunning you look. Am Andy Forest and this is my friend Julian” he said slowly letting go of her hand.
“Thank you” she blushed. “I’m Emily and those are my friends over there…” she pointed to the table she was sitting.

Andy and Emily made small talk for a while and exchanged drinks. Julian walked over to Emily’s friends and started chatting to them. A few hours went by and things became a little physical between the two…

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Emily found herself at Andy’s apartment, sitting on a very comfortable sofa. She had a drink in one hand and sat staring at the painting that hung over the far wall. She was soon joined by Andy who threw his arm around her and started kissing her. Emily almost spilled her drink but couldn’t careless as Andy’s tongue invaded her mouth. She moaned in delight as she felt the wetness of his tongue and felt his warm hand brush over her taut breasts. Automatically her arms went around his neck and she used her fingers to play with the tuft of hair at the back of his neck. Soon they were in his bedroom, getting undressed.

Emily looked absolutely beautiful. Her white soft skin was barely visible in the little light that shone through from the bathroom. Andy climbed on top of her and kissed her mouth again. Emily was on fire. Her breathing was erratic and her hand moved over soft skin that covered the hard muscles of Andy’s back. He kissed and licked her ears and neck. She was on fire. He moved his head down to her breasts and licked her hard nipples. She moaned as waves of pleasure rocketed through her entire body. Emily spread her legs and let his body rub against her vagina as he moved around kissing and licking her nipples. Andy licked his way down her abdomen and kissed her waistline. He felt the soft pubic hairs of her cunt on his chin. He moved farther down and licked and kissed the inside of her thighs before inserting two fingers in to her soaking wet pussy. She moaned louder this time as his penetrating fingers triggered waves of pleasure she hadn’t experienced in a long times. She moved her hips to meet his thrusting fingers. Andy brought his mouth to her clit and licked and sucked on it. Emily was in heaven. She moaned and sighed as her hands played with her hardened nipples.

They rolled over and Emily got on top of him, straddling his long, hard cock. She licked his face and moved her own face down, licking his chest and stomach. She licked his balls making him moan. Cupping his balls in one hand, she then took his hard, throbbing cock in her wet mouth. As he felt the warm wetness of her tongue around his hard cock Andy began to moan. He grabbed her hair as her head bobbed up and down on his burning rod. She couldn’t take it any longer and straddled him, taking his cock inside her soaking, dripping wet pussy. She moaned and he almost screamed as she began moving her hips. Andy brought his hands to her buttocks and smacked them as she moved, taking all of his massive cock inside her wet pussy.

Andy pushed her over and got on top of her. He entered her vagina with one hard thrust that made her cry out in pleasure. He banged her hard and his thrusts became faster as he approached climax. Just before he came, he took his cock out of her now swollen pussy and came all over her stomach. Emily moaned out loud as she felt the warm liquid on her white, soft stomach. Andy collapsed next to her and she cuddled up to him, resting her head on his sweaty shoulder. Mmm! She moaned as she ran her hand over his chest.

Emily’s first post-Bobby night out

Emily sat in front of her dressing-table and stared in to the mirror. I look good. she decided. She moved closer to the mirror to inspect her eyebrows. Satisfied with what she saw in the mirror, she began applying makeup to her face. A knock on the door, followed by the buzzing sound of the door bell, announced Elizabeth’s arrival. Liz for some reason or the other always knocked first and then rang the bell. Emily could never understand why she did that.

“Are you ready?” said Liz walking in to the room
“In a bit.”
“You look wonderful darling. That top suits you marvelously.”
“Thanks love. Be out in a minute.”

The two girls would meet the rest of the gang at the pub a little later on. This left the two best friends to engage in a little gossip before heading out. The pub proved to be a little darker than normal. Emily was not thinking of Bobby and she looked around the bar in search of any worthy men. The ladies sat themselves down at one of the tables; one which gave them a panoramic view of the pub. Emily was the first to notice the two young men sitting at the bar and sipping their beers, while they engaged in animated conversation.

The gang of girls ordered a bottle of wine with some finger food and indulged in the usual gossip of who was fucking whom. Emily devoted some of her attention to making eye contact with one of the guys who sat at the bar. The man did seem rather interested and kept looking her direction from time to time. Emily felt her heart beat faster as she added more and more wine to her body and anticipated something with the man at the bar. Soon the wine was too much for her bladder to handle and she had to make a trip to the ladies room. Fate had it that she had to make the trip past the two guys sitting at the bar.

The man locked eyes with her as she walked past. In the ladies room she sat on the toilet and emptied her bladder. Having had a little too much wine and thoughts of the man she was eying, she extended her left hand rubbed her index finger against her clitoris. She could feel the wetness growing. She rubbed her finger in a circular motion and closed her eyes. Mmm! She let out a moan. Oh! How I wish it was you…

On her way back, makeup newly done, brushed past the man and he intern grabbed her arm. The words that came out of his mouth would change the course of events that followed.

Back at Emily's apartment

“Ummm! Good morning, love.” She said turning around and putting her arm around Scotty. He opened his eyes, slowly and turning his head to look at Emily. Her sleepy eyes looked lovely in the morning sunshine seeping through the curtains. He hadn’t felt this way about a girl in a very long time. He felt alive, apart from the rotten fish taste that occupied his mouth. Scott White turned around in Emily Stonebridge’s bed and kissed her lightly on her mouth. Then he looked in to her eyes and ran his hand along her cheek. He smiled. It was perfect; Emily was perfect. He carefully climbed out of bed, like a man freeing himself from a tripwire. Emily pulled the covers up to her head and closed her eyes.

That evening….

“Hello! Mate!” Bobby heard someone say behind him. He put down the glass of beer and turned around to see who it was.
“Hello! Mate, good to see you, didn’t think you would be able to make it, with all that work and all.” He said recognizing his friend.
“Well, I couldn’t say no to an old friend now could I? Besides it’s been ages since we’ve met innit?”
“Yeah! Grab a seat and let me get you a pint”
“Alrighty”

Bobby waved to the bartender and gestured for another pint. Eddie received his pint and they toasted to nothing in particular. Bobby was the first to speak.

“So how is life? It’s been such a long time since we’ve met”
“Yeah! I don’t think I recall the last time we had a pint together. By the way, you were seeing someone weren’t you? What was her name now” he thought for a moment, staring in to his mug as if it would magically reveal the answer he was looking for. “Emily, that’s it. Emily, how is she?”
”Not seeing her anymore.” Replied Bobby with little emotion.
“Oh! Dear, sorry I didn’t know and if I did I wouldn’t have brought it up.”
“No. That’s ok. You didn’t know. Well things weren’t going well and we called it off. I spoke to her recently and I think she maybe seeing someone else.”
“Oh! Really. Hmm! Well nice to see you are still in touch with her. At least you are friends I guess. So, got anyone new in your life mate?” Eddie took another sip.
“Nope. Being single and enjoying it.” Bobby lied.
“That’s the way to live mate, I’m telling you. That’s the way.” Eddie smiled. Bobby couldn’t disagree more. This conversation was becoming a little annoying now and he tried to change the subject.
“Oh! I didn’t tell you, I quit my job. I’m looking around for something at the moment.” was all he could think of to change the subject.
“Ahh! Moving ahead I see. Very nice. I think my brother-in-law might have something for you. Let me see…” He took out his mobile phone and started pressing a few buttons.

A little bit about Bobby and Emily…

Bobby Seawell was a middle aged man, sporting day old stubble on his face and always wore an old-looking jacket. He worked for one of those start up internet companies and earned a decent living now, even by London standards. The new flat he’d managed to rent, just south of Victoria allowed him easy access to and from his office premises. With life heading in the right direction, he had met Emily one fine morning on the tube. They talked briefly and Bobby decided to make the tube journey at that very same time everyday. Inevitably they bumped in to each other and they started meeting for coffee and the odd pint after work. Soon the friendship blossomed into a relationship that they both enjoyed. Emily began to notice that Bobby was increasingly like herself and that they shared most of the likes and dislikes. They fell in love.

Bobby spent many a weekend with Emily, at her apartment and they both enjoyed the bustling life of London. As time went by, Bobby became increasingly possessive of his love. She had to report to him whenever she went out without his company. Soon, this began to get on her nerves. The proverbial icing on the cake was when he’d casually show up at the places she went, pretending that he was meeting a friend as well. They fought; a lot. Emily was at the end of her tether. She confronted him one evening in her apartment and was shocked to find out that he was convinced that she was seeing someone else. She sat down and told him that perhaps it would be a good idea to take a break.

“What? So that you can go gallivanting around with that other chap?” he yelled.
“Bobby, there is no other chap. I swear.” She tried not to cry.
“Yeah! Right. I’ve heard all about it. And I know, so you can stop pretending now.” He tried to control his welling temper.
“I… I swear. I don’t know what I need to do to prove to you that I am not cheating on you.” Tears started to roll down her cheeks.
“You… Slut…. How dare you sleep around and lie to my fucking face? How dare you?”
“What? How dare you accuse me of sleeping around? I did no such thing. Get out. Bobby, just leave, get out of here” she started to sob.

Bobby, enraged by the tone of her voice, slammed his palm in to her face. She collapsed on her sofa and kept sobbing. Get out. I said, get the fuck out of my house she was able to muster. Bobby left. He slammed the door hard behind him. Emily lay down on the sofa and cried. She didn’t get out bed for the next three days, except to use the toilet. Emily’s friends visited her from time to time and she recovered from her state of depression. She began to loathe Bobby. She burned everything that reminded her of him. It gave her pleasure and a sense of freedom as the few artifacts burned to ashes. She would begin a new life. A life free of Bobby and any other Bobbies.

Just another day at work

Scott White drove in to work late that morning to find Steve grinning as wide as he had ever seen him. Scott spent the next ten minutes or so telling Steve about the night before. Steve found himself envying Scott for his ability to go home with two gorgeous girls he’d just met, while he had leave early to spend time with his girlfriend. Perhaps, his day would come when Donna would invite her best friend over to watch a movie and have some wine and the three of them could go to bed afterward. The ten minute monologue was followed by another ordinary day at work.

Emily Stonebridge could not stop thinking about her date with Scott. She was looking forward to it quite a bit, more than she imagined she would be. It was only a couple of days since Scotty and she had coffee after he’d come in for the weekly meeting. He was so charming, and she would see him again tomorrow, but for some reason she couldn’t wait. Emily had thought about him and envisioned their date before going to sleep last night. She wondered if he’d done the same; think about her and how their date would progress. She brushed aside her thoughts of him on this seemingly glorious Thursday and went about tapping at her keyboard trying to finish her report. She, after all had to finish up early and go shopping for a new top, perhaps one exactly like what Scotty said he loved so much. There was no way she was stepping out of the house with that man in any one of the tops that were in her closet. She had to get a new one.

Emily hurriedly searched her hand bag as she felt the vibration of her phone.
“Hello!”
“Hello! Emily, how you doing?” Said Bobby.
“I’m good, actually, doing some shopping right now. What might you be up to and what made you call me?”
”Listen, I’ve been doing some thinking of late and sort of noticed that what I did was wrong and I would like to apologize for it. I was also wondering if you’d like to see me, say tomorrow evening, for drinks or something like that? Would that be okay?”
“Umm! Actually Bobby, I’ve kinda got plans for tomorrow evening. And I don’t think it’s a good idea, for us to meet that is, after what happened between you and I, am not so sure we should…” Bobby interrupted her
“Oh! C’mon babe, I told you that I was sorry. Maybe I wasn’t thinking straight. I mean I wasn’t thinking straight and I want to just… umm! I want to make things right between us.
“I can’t Bobby, I told you I have plans and…”
“Plans? What? Are you seeing someone already?”
“No. I mean, not right now, but I am meeting someone tomorrow. So I can’t see you tomorrow and honestly, I don’t think I want to see you later on either….” She let her voice trail off. Bobby thought for a few seconds before responding.
“So, you’ll be on a date tomorrow then? But how? Why would you want to cut me off from your life. I do love you Emily, and frankly the past week has been hell. I am really am sorry and…” this time Emily cut him off.
“Look Bobby, we did have something wonderful, or at least I thought of it in that way. But not anymore, not after what you did. So I would appreciate it if you didn’t call me anymore and just left me alone” Emily turned away when she noticed that she had been a little loud and other people in the store were starting to pay attention to her conversation.
“So it’s like that is it?” Came back Bobby’s voice.
“Yes. I am afraid it’s like that. I am sorry that it has to be this way. But I just can’t Bobby and it would be the best for both of us if we went our separate ways….” She said, suppressing the tears that were welling in her blue eyes.
“Like hell. It’s not going to be that easy. You know we were meant to be together and no one is going to come between us, you hear? Babe, I love you…” He hung up.

Emily wiped her eyes and put her phone back in her hand bag. She looked out of the shop window at the traffic on street. It had begun to drizzle and was soon becoming dark outside. She thought she’d gotten rid of Bobby for even when she’d changed her phone number and the locks on her door, but he’d managed to get her phone number from somewhere. Emily just wished he would leave her alone. All she wanted was to move on with her life; put that episode with Bobby in a small black box and tuck it away somewhere, somewhere she would never find it again. Bobby was not going to make it that easy and she was afraid. She was more afraid because she knew Bobby. He was often violent when he didn’t get what he wanted. That’s what she hated most about him.

Emily was jolted back to the present when someone brushed her shoulder. Oh! My! Am so sorry…! she said. Emily could only smile. The other woman went on with her shopping and Emily went on with her shopping as well. Hopefully tomorrow will mark the start of a new life. Wait! she thought. Emily Stonebridge you shouldn’t count your chickens….

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.