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Emily's Valentine

By: allusive1



This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights reserved.

All characters engaged in sexual acts in this story are at least eighteen years of age.

This is a submission in the Literotica Valentine's Day contest. If you like it, please be sure to give it lots of stars!

Many thanks to editor Lin Hall for his excellent suggestions.

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Nice ass! He might be fun to fuck! Emily's pussy responded immediately by issuing a small amount of juice onto her panties.

She checked out the young man who had caught her attention. He was slightly taller than she—she was 5'10". Standing behind him at the stop light, she noted that indeed his ass did fit nicely into his jeans. He wore tennis shoes and a dark leather jacket. His brown hair was cut in a modern shaggy bob. Uh-oh--he looks young!

She casually moved to a position where she could see his face. As she glanced at him, he noticed her as well. He is young! Christ, Emily! Keep your pussy in your pants! They both looked away.

He is cute though, she couldn't help but thinking. Am I so horny that I'll fuck anything that has a chance of getting hard? Well—maybe. She suppressed a smile as she remembered the zucchini she had used that morning. She was up to masturbating twice a day and still her pheromones kicked up every time she was in the vicinity of any male between twelve and seventy. Christ! I need to fuck someone soon!

It had been seven months. Seven months since that dreadful call. Her chest constricted as it always did when she remembered it, but at least she wasn't blinking back tears. She still couldn't actually talk about him without crying though.

Her husband of fifteen years had died suddenly of a heart attack at 51. She still felt guilty, although she had told herself a million times she shouldn't. She had been on his case about working out. He had gained weight, although, on his big frame he could carry it well—but still—50 pounds? He liked to eat and drink too much, and he didn't work out. She had tried to encourage him to adopt healthier habits. He finally started riding his bike to work, a forty-five minute ride up and down the Seattle hills. It was on his second trip up the steep hill to their 100-year-old home on Queen Anne that he had collapsed on the side of the road.

He had died within the hour. He was alive when they called her, but by the time she got to the hospital, only fifteen minutes away, he was gone. And her world had changed entirely.

The first week had been a nightmare. Friends and relatives poured in from all over the country. Ben had had a million friends. Everyone wanted to console her. She just wanted to be left alone to console her children.

Lana, her twelve-year old, had taken it especially hard. She was daddy's girl. And poor Benjamin. Her ten year old would have to go through puberty without a father.

They had all cried so much that first week that she thought their eyes should run out of tears. They didn't. Now, seven months later, she was down to crying maybe only once a day. She smiled to herself. I'm masturbating more than I'm crying! Is that a good sign? She wasn't sure.

Since she had lost her virginity at the age of eighteen, three months was the longest she'd ever been without sex. Until now. After sex several times a week for seventeen years, suddenly going cold turkey was... maddening. Sometimes she thought she was going insane. Sex was almost constantly on her mind. No matter how many times she masturbated, she could not get relief.

The light changed and she crossed the street, weaving quickly through the Friday afternoon downtown crowd. The drizzle was becoming heavier, edging toward a cold rain. The sky was an even slate gray—typical for Seattle in February.

She had left work early to take both the kids to sleepovers. They were recovering well. Kids were amazingly resilient.

She wanted to do some shopping, to find out what was new for Spring—at least that's what she told herself. Really, she was trying to get her mind off Valentine's Day. Tomorrow would be her first Valentine's Day since Ben had died. They had always done something special for Valentine's Day. Usually they celebrated by going out to dinner on the 13th—much easier to get a table at a good restaurant that way—and often they'd spend the night in a hotel. It was sort of a mini-vacation to celebrate lover's day.

She was trying very hard to ignore the holiday this year.

Before starting to shop, she decided she would treat herself to a latte. She was at the corner of Fifth and Pine—there was a Starbuck's on the next corner. There always seems to be a Starbuck's on the next corner in Seattle.

She stepped into the warmth of the small café, unbuttoning her coat. Although it was chilly out, it had been a long, brisk walk from Queen Anne. Her hands and ears were cold, but her body was over-warm.

The rich aroma of freshly ground coffee greeted her like an old friend. In a few minutes, she had her double, tall, non-fat, caramel-sauce latte in hand. She wasn't quite ready to step back out into the cold, so she stood at the window and gazed out at the crowd on the street.

That's when she saw him.

He looked like he could have walked out of a fourteenth century painting—except for his clothes, of course. He would have been depicted as a pirate or a highwayman or some other dashing villain. His black hair was thick and wavy and fell to just below his shoulders. It was damp from the rain. His face wasn't classically handsome. It was broad, with a strong chin, a wide mouth and a flat nose. His large, brown eyes were beautiful. He himself was not beautiful. He was way too masculine to be beautiful. But his eyes were beautiful.

He oozed testosterone. It was in his stance. In the way he turned his head. In the width of his shoulders under his oversize sweat shirt. He was very male. Her pussy clenched and gushed.

She watched him chat with his friends. She gave them a cursory once-over: one was skinny with bad skin and very baggy jeans, the other had wild, curly, red hair and lots of piercings. They all looked very young—late teens, early twenties at the most.

Her attention went back to Mr. Testosterone. Whew! He is heart-stopping! Very different from any man I've ever been with. She had gotten married at the age of twenty-seven. She had fallen in love with a conservative man, ten years her senior. Even before she met Ben, the men she'd dated tended to be older and conservative. Ben had always kept his hair short, and in the last few years, it had turned salt and pepper. He was always clean-shaven. Mr. Testosterone, she noted, had a few day's growth of beard. Sexy!

She finished her latte, but continued to stand in the window, fascinated by the display of virile manhood before her. His friends said good-bye to him and sauntered off down the street. He glanced around and took a seat on the ledge almost directly below her.

He shivered slightly and pulled his hood over his head, hiding his gorgeous hair.

He's cold, she thought. I wonder if he has any money. Maybe he wants a cup of coffee.

She tossed her latte cup in the garbage on the way out the door. As she rounded the building toward him, she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. What the hell am I doing? I'm thinking with my horn-dog pussy, that's what! He's not going to be interested in me—I'm old enough to be his mother. She didn't stop herself though.

Josh shifted. Damn it's cold! The brick wall he was sitting on sucked the heat right out of him. He shivered, pulling his hood over his head and stuffing his hands in his sweatshirt pockets. I should probably just go—but where? It was Friday night. He didn't want to go home. He wanted to meet girls. He took mental inventory. He had six dollars and forty-two cents. Where the hell can I go with six dollars—to meet girls—that's also warm?

Who am I kidding? With six dollars I can buy one latte, and I need the rest for the bus home. Even if I meet a cool chick, when she finds out I have no funds, she'll be gone. Shit, I need a job bad! Hopefully, tomorrow....

Someone stopped in front of him.

He looked up into dazzling gray-green eyes. The woman standing before him was stunning. Her blonde curls were caught at the nape of her neck, but several strands had pulled loose, small ringlets blowing free about her brow. She had a classically beautiful, nineteen-forties-starlet face. Her eye-makeup made her eyes look unreal—like she had just stepped out of a fashion magazine. Small laugh lines at the corners of them gave her character. She was older than he, by ten or twelve years, he guessed. She was elegant. Sophisticated. Spectacular!

"Hi," she said.

She seems shy. What does she want from me?

She smiled at him and he immediately felt warmer. His cock responded automatically to the 'a beautiful female is near' stimulus. He tried to ignore it.

"You look cold. Can I buy you a coffee?" she asked. Her voice was low and sultry.

Huh? She wants to buy me coffee? Why? The first thought that occurred to him was that she was an undercover cop trying to bust drug sales that often took place on this corner. He dismissed that thought. Even if she is, she has nothing on me, and I'm not going to admit to nothin'.

"Sure," he said with an answering smile. The desire to be inside out of the cold and wet was reason enough to accept. As he stood up he caught a whiff of her perfume, spicy but subtle. An animal deep within him growled in approval.

His smile was like a heat wave washing over her. Her body responded with a sharp ache in her groin. Oh boy! Get a hold of yourself Emily! He stood and she was pleased to see that he was at least a few inches taller than she was. Standing at the window above him, she hadn't been able to tell.

He observed her silently as he followed her into Starbuck's. She was quite tall. He couldn't tell what her figure was like underneath her tweed peacoat, but she certainly wasn't fat. She moved with the grace of an athlete. She was wearing pencil jeans tucked into expensive-looking, tawny, leather boots. They had no heel, but they came up over her knees, and buttoned down the side. Sexy! He saw now that her loose tail of golden curls was held by a sparkling barrette and hung half-way down her back.

He took a deep breath and tried to subdue his raging libido. She doesn't want to fuck you, dude. She's just buying you a coffee—for some reason.

They took a place at the back of the queue.

"My name is Emily," she said, offering him a perfectly manicured hand.

"I'm Josh." He was embarrassed by his dirty fingernails, but he shook her hand firmly. Her skin was warm and smooth.

Emily flirted with her eyes. What the hell do I say now? "Do you want to find someplace to fuck?" God, what a hunk—so masculine!

The more he looked at her, the hornier he got. She seemed the ideal of femininity. He smiled at her uncertainly. What does she want? She certainly seems friendly.

They stood in uncomfortable silence. Luckily the line moved quickly. She ordered a tall, non-fat latte. He ordered a double, tall mocha and they moved on to the next queue to wait for their order.

Double, tall mocha. That's what Ben always drank. Quit thinking of Ben!

"So, what are you doing down here?" she asked, finally breaking the silence.

"Oh, I just came downtown to hang out with my friends. See what's up. But they had to go. I don't know if anyone else is going to show or not. What about you?"

"I thought I'd do some shopping."

"What are you going to buy?"

"I don't know," She shrugged and the movement caused a bounce under her jacket that suggested she had nice tits. He stopped the low rumble that threatened to come out of his throat. What is wrong with me? This woman is not flirting with me—she's not going to fuck me. I need to settle down.

"I thought I'd just look, see what's new. Maybe buy some lingerie." I can't believe I just said that! His eyes widened and she saw him swallow.

Mercifully, their lattes were ready. He picked them up and followed her to a small table in the corner. He set the lattes down quickly so he could pull her chair out for her. He waited while she shrugged out of her coat.

She was wearing a long, tight sweater in dark burgundy. It was quite low cut, but her cleavage was filled in with a creamy, lace undergarment. She was statuesque, like a Roman Goddess. As she sat in the proffered chair, he got a splendid view from above of some very nice breasts. C-cup—definitely. Blood raged into his cock. Luckily his cargo pants were not tight. He sat down quickly, but not before he noticed she was looking at his crotch. Some of the blood changed direction and flooded to his face.

As he leaned close, holding the chair for her, she'd caught his masculine scent under a veneer of cigarette smoke. The cigarette smoke was a disappointment, but not unexpected. What she smelled underneath it brought memories of male closeness and a yearning so powerful it took her breath away. She glanced automatically at his crotch and saw a rather noticeable bulge.

Damn! Fuck me right here, please! More juice gushed out of her pussy. Her panties were definitely wet. She would need to buy some new lingerie just to have something comfortable to wear for the evening.

They sat and looked at each other in silence.

Damn, Emily, say something! Something cool. She smiled. "It's supposed to get cold enough to snow tonight. It will probably stop by morning though." Weather. Weather is always safe. Safe, but not cool. Come on Emily. If you want this young, dangerous, masculine man, you need to be a bit bolder.

"I hadn't heard that. Doesn't surprise me. It feels really cold out there."

"You looked cold. I... I don't like being cold." That's real smooth, Emily. "Or hungry. I'm hungry. Are you hungry?" Am I asking him out?

"Yah, me too," he said before he could think about it. He was starving, actually. The mocha helped.

"Do you want to go to China Bistro for a snack?" China Bistro was the closest restaurant, only a few yards outside the door of the Starbuck's. "I'll buy, of course." OK, that's bold, Emily. Yikes!

"Um..." I'm starving. She's beautiful. She's buying. Why am I hesitating?

"I'm sorry. I've been too bold." She felt her face flush.

As he hesitated, he saw her become flustered. She apologized and blushed. Blushed! She was exquisite. Don't blow it, dude! Say yes!

"Okay. I mean, why?"

"I'm hungry. I hate to eat by myself. Please come with me. I don't mind paying for you at all."

There was an awkward silence.

"I think I would be a fool to say no. So, okay."

She smiled. So far, so good. This was beginning to seem like a real conquest. Fear fluttered in her heart. When it came right down to it, could she do it? Would she really have sex with a complete stranger? Her eyes traveled over his body. His sweatshirt was baggy, but his neck was thick and she could see hints of arm muscle under the damp fabric. And the way he moved! If I was going to have a one-night stand, it would be with someone like him.

Again there was silence, but this time it was not uncomfortable. They studied each other openly, both smiling.

Christ! I just want to jump your bones right now, you gorgeous young thing!

Fuck! How can I get into your pants? You are one sizzling hot chick!

Ahem. Slow down!

On the very short walk between Starbuck's and China Bistro, she asked him, "Are you old enough to go into the bar?"

"I have id for the bar," he answered.

Hmmm. Having id is not exactly the same as being old enough. I wonder how old he really is. Her guess was twenty.

The bar was crowded but their timing was good, and there were two seats just opening up at the bar.

He tried to look comfortable. He'd only been in a bar once before—last weekend. He was nineteen, but he'd had the brilliant idea of using his older brother's birth certificate and social security card to get himself a driver's license that said he was twenty-two. His brother didn't know, and of course, he had to use his brother's name on the id, but it had his picture on it. As long as he didn't do something stupid, like get himself arrested while using the id, he was golden.

"I'll have a glass of champagne," she said.

Classy! "I'll have a beer," he managed to say.

"Draft or bottle?"

He paused a second. "What kind of draft?"

The man listed off a bunch of beers he'd never heard of. He managed to latch on to one of them and repeat it back to the man. Then came the inevitable.

"Can I see your id, please?" He hadn't asked for her id, but now his expectant look encompassed both of them. They pulled out their driver's licenses and handed them, one at a time, to the bartender for the usual inspection.

Josh tried to look bored with whole id check to hide his nervousness. His id was foolproof, wasn't it? He didn't want her seeing it because it said David on it, not Josh. He quickly returned his id to his wallet and was conscious of her doing the same. What's she hiding?

"So, what do you do for fun?" she asked.

Hmmm! I'd love to demonstrate on you! "Just hang with my friends, mostly. In the summertime I like to water ski. I skateboard too. In the winter we usually just hang. I like to play guitar, but I'm not really good at it yet. What do you do?"

"Well, lately it's mostly just work."

"That doesn't sound like fun."

"It's not. I... oh, never mind." When Ben was alive they'd skied a lot in the winter. This year she hadn't done much at all for fun. I really should take the kids skiing, whether Lana wants to go or not.

She seems a million miles away. Why did she bring me along?

Their drinks arrived and they both sipped, glad for the diversion.

She absentmindedly ran her fingers through her hair, brushing back the small ringlets. Her finger sparkled.

He suddenly paid attention. His subconscious mind was flashing a warning about something.

Her ring! She's married! He double-checked. Yes, that's the marriage finger. She had a huge diamond ring along with a band. Damn! I knew it was too good to be true. Why didn't I notice that earlier? He was not used to looking for a ring. At his age, it was rare that he met a girl who was married. His hopes for the evening evaporated.

He questioned again whether she could be an undercover cop. Maybe she's trying to bust me for underage drinking? No, she's not a cop. She's way too classy. Lady cops are only classy on TV--like Beckett on Castle. In real life they were usually closer to Roseanne Barr. She wasn't a cop.

"What do you want to eat?" she asked, pushing a menu toward him.

She's buying me a beer. She's buying me food. "I feel weird about you paying for everything," he said.

"Don't worry about it," I'll get it out of you in trade, I hope!

It was easy to look at him, he was so fine! It was not, however, easy to make conversation with him. I don't want to talk to you, I just want to fuck you. How do I get you in my bed tonight?

She took a deep, audible breath and let it out slowly.

Fuck, she is sexy! Do I care that she's married? Watch yourself, dude.

"Do you want to share something? Why don't you pick? I like everything." He pushed the menu back to her.

She studied the menu while he studied her curves and tried to calm his cock down.


Emily's Valentine



She ordered crab wantons for them.

The silence stretched again. Finally, he had to say something. He had to find out what her situation was, whether he had any hope at all of sex with her.

"So, what would your husband think of you—being here with me? Buying me a drink?"

"Huh?" She seemed confused.

"Your husband?" He nodded toward her ring. "He doesn't care?"

"Oh!" She finally seemed to understand. Her eyes darkened and her face became very sad.

Shit! Not only is she married... she's in love with her husband!

"I'm sure Ben's fine with it," she said. Her voice choked on his name and tears sprang into her eyes.

Well, now I know! What a fuckwit I was to think I might have a chance with her. She's obviously having major marital issues. She's buying me a drink as part of some sick little game she's playing with her husband. Oh well—just enjoy your free fare, dude.

"I'm a widow," she finally said quietly. "Since July." It was still very difficult to talk about. She was just getting used to her status herself, and people never knew how to react when she told them.

A widow! A sharp pang of pity struck him, followed by a strong urge to protect and help her, followed immediately by a rush of sexual desire. Damn! A damn hot widow! He was jaded, though, and he looked at her closely again, just to make sure she was genuine. She was. Her pain was real enough, so unless she was an incredibly good actor, and also psychotic, she was on the level.

"I'm sorry," he said. He reached for her hand as they sat shoulder-to-shoulder at the bar. It was a purely instinctive move. As his larger hand wrapped around hers, a jolt of sexual energy coursed through him. He looked into her beautiful, sorrowful eyes and his chest constricted. July. I wonder if she's had sex with anyone since then. Josh, you selfish, horny bastard! Don't be taking advantage of her situation.

She tried to shrug off the heaviness that always descended when she thought about Ben. When Josh grabbed her hand, heat sliced through her and her heart soared. This is the path to freedom from pain. He can help me. She looked into his deep brown eyes so filled with concern. And something else—lust perhaps? Her pussy throbbed.

"I don't know why I still wear the ring," she said, looking at her hand and pulling it gently out of his to touch her ring with her other hand. "I guess I'm just not ready to... to..." To what? Forget about Ben? Give up on my marriage? Start dating?

He sighed in soft regret as she pulled her hand away. "That's okay. I understand," he said.

Their food arrived and they both busied themselves eating, watching each other, flirting gently with their eyes. The mood had become serious, though. Heavy.

She finished her champagne. He still had half a beer. When the bartender asked, she declined although she really did want more champagne. She didn't want to look like a lush.

What now? Think, dude. We're done eating. She's done drinking. It's over unless you figure something else out.

"Do you want to hang out?" That's dumb. She doesn't want to hang. "I mean, I could help you shop... at the lingerie store." Smooth, dude! He gave her a slow smile.

Her heart skipped three beats. Did he really say he wants to go lingerie shopping with me? Heat flushed her body. His smile was devastating. She could not help but smile back. "Okay. Sure. That will be fun!" And exciting!

His engine revved. Full speed ahead! His cock was almost hard. Slow down, horny dog. Don't seem too eager. Chill.

She paid the bill, $25.60, and they left.

"Where to now?" he asked as they exited. He wasn't sure if she really wanted him to come with her or not. She grabbed his hand and a thrill ran through him again, straight to his cock.

"Victoria's Secret. It's in Pacific Plaza." She started off down the street, leading him. He seemed happy to hold her hand. They grinned at each other like children with a secret.

He is so... fucking... sexy! His walk was extremely masculine. Just the way he moved was driving her mad. She was very wet. She glanced surreptitiously at his crotch. Yes, there's definitely a bulge there. Sweet Jesus!

This could be embarrassing, she thought as they entered the store. What the hell am I doing here with him?

However, her natural shopping instincts kicked in as she spied a very sexy underwear and bra set on a manikin. She stopped to admire it, letting go of his hand to finger the panties that were in the bin below. "These are pretty."

This is so fucking hot! He followed her as she moved through the store, pausing now and again to look at something more closely. The store was full of tiny, lacy bits. He couldn't help but picture the perfect bodies that would be wearing them. His hard-on raged.

She stopped to admire a bustier in black lace over burgundy satin. He stood very close behind her. She had taken her jacket off and he could feel the heat of her body. "That matches your sweater," he whispered in her ear. "It would look awesome on you."

His voice was low and sultry in her ear. She stifled a groan as an intense wave of desire washed over her. "You think?" she asked, turning to look at him. She didn't step back and found herself face to face with him, their bodies only inches apart.

He put his hand lightly on her hip. "Yes," he said, smiling into her eyes. He could smell her spicy perfume. If we don't get out of here soon, I'm going to embarrass myself by leaking onto my pants.

She turned away from him, but his hand lingered on her hip. She forced her breathing to normal and busied herself looking through the bustiers for her size. "I need to try this on," she said, pulling one off the rack.

He followed her to the dressing rooms, but stopped outside. "I'll wait for you here."

"I'll be quick," she said, disappearing into the room.

Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere. Oh, my God! I'd love to see her in that lacy thing. Her body seemed perfect—what he had seen of it.

Join me in the dressing room—we can fuck right here!

Whew! Get a hold of yourself, Emily. Let's show a little patience. Have at least a little class. Sure enough, her underwear was soaked. This could get embarrassing. I need to have more control... somehow.

The bustier fit her well and it did match her sweater. She bought the bustier and matching panties, and three more panties that were on a table at three for twenty dollars.

The charge came to $108.52. She paid for it with her debit card and didn't seem to flinch. He was impressed. She's rich. What is she doing with me? She was definitely flirting with him though. And when she stood close, he was pretty sure that scent he was catching underneath her perfume was wet pussy. His cock swelled and throbbed. He didn't even try to hide his erection. It was hopeless. He tried to ignore it and hoped it wasn't too noticeable.

He carried her package and picked up her hand again as they left the store. They wandered slowly around the mall, walking close, holding hands.

She paused outside the door to Abercrombie & Fitch. There was a huge poster of a shirtless hunk, looking sultry. His abs were amazing.

"Can I buy you something? A shirt, maybe?" she asked. She turned and looked at him, standing very close.

"Well, I don't... I'm...."

"Please?" she interrupted. She put a finger lightly on his lower lip. Her eyes shifted to his mouth. So kissable!

She wants to kiss me! The sexual tension was so thick it seemed almost tangible. It was all he could do to restrain himself from leaning over and sucking on her pouty bottom lip.

"Please?" she asked again.

"If you insist," he answered. He wasn't sure he was comfortable with her buying him clothes, but he couldn't seem to deny her. She probably had great taste and she certainly seemed to have plenty of money.

"Something casual," he said as they entered the store. He didn't wear collared shirts.

They eventually settled on a long sleeve T-shirt with a cool design on it. It was dark blue-green. She insisted he try it on before buying it.

When he stepped out of the dressing room to show her the shirt, her eyes widened in admiration. Wow! She had suspected he had nice muscles underneath his sweatshirt. The tight T didn't hide much. He was ripped! Down, girl. Down!   The bill was $49.95—almost $55 with tax. She paid for it with her debit card again. She didn't seem to lack for funds. He beat down his guilt. She wants sex, but she's not buying me. I want sex too. Hell, I'd fuck her in a hot minute whether she spent a penny on me or not.

"Do you want another drink?" she asked as they left the store. "Let's go to Oliver's." She saw a slight hesitation in him. "I'll buy, of course," she added.

"I'm not used to being paid for."

"It's nothing, really." I'd like to get used to paying for you!

They held hands again as they walked. He had never said yes, but it was clear to both of them that he wasn't going anywhere.

Oliver's was a few blocks away on the corner of 4th and Olive. It had huge windows overlooking the street. When you sat at the bar, you could watch all the shoppers coming and going. It was also just off the lobby of the Mayflower Park Hotel, a fact that did not escape Josh.

He ordered a beer. Alaskan Amber. She ordered something called 'a Paradigm Shift.' Her drink arrived in a martini glass, looking very pretty and pink with a fresh raspberry garnish.

"Would you like to try it?" she asked.

He did. "That's good! It tastes like grapefruit juice. It doesn't taste like alcohol at all."

"Yes, but it's strong," she warned, smiling. "It will shift your paradigm."

She talked about her job as a project manager at Microsoft.

No wonder she has so much money!

He talked about his hopes to go to college and his lack of funds and focus. He didn't know what he wanted to study. He loved photography. He loved music.

She encouraged him and drew him out. They finished their first drink and ordered another round. He decided to have a Paradigm Shift too, even though it looked girly. Conversation became easier. They talked about music. He was surprised she liked some of the same new bands he did. He would have expected her to be stuck in the nineties.

By the time he was halfway done with his Paradigm Shift, he could feel its effects. He was more relaxed. More confident. He rested his hand casually on her thigh and she almost seemed to purr. His eyes kept wandering down to her fine cleavage, and sometimes lower to her shapely hips and long legs. The beast within him howled.

She could smell his musky scent more and more. His eyes were appreciative, sensual. She ached with a yearning so strong it was almost painful. Her panties were hopelessly wet. She hoped her jeans weren't getting wet too.

He excused himself to go to the bathroom. When he returned, he slid onto the stool next to her and crept his arm around her waist. She shifted, leaning into him.

His arm felt so strong around her. Visions of them both naked, wrapped in passion, kept leaping into her mind. Emily, please! Chill!

He kept smelling her wet pussy, stronger, sharper. It was driving him mad. His cock was granite. He fought back the urge to nibble on her neck. Control, Josh! She doesn't want to be pawed in public.

"Do you want to come to dinner with me?" she asked.

"I'm yours for the evening." His voice was growly, suggestive.

Her heart began to pound. Oh, yes! It's happening! I will for sure get some of this young hunk tonight!

When she was almost finished with her drink, she excused herself to go to the ladies room. The facilities were across the lobby from the bar. While she was peeing, she made a decision. On her way back to the bar, she stopped at the reception and booked a room for the night. The Jacuzzi suites were full, the next day being Valentine's Day, but she managed to get a room with a King-sized bed and a fireplace.

She returned to her barstool bursting with excitement but trying to hide it.

What's up? he wondered, but he didn't ask. He was definitely feeling the Paradigm Shift. They were strong!

She smiled at him, eyes dancing.

He focused on her lips. So close. So kissable.

He wants to kiss me! She envisioned grabbing him by the shirt and dragging him off the barstool. Dragging him all the way up to her room, pushing him onto the bed, and jumping on him. Fuck! I wonder if he has a condom. If not, we'll have to go buy some. First things first though. I want to check out the room and change out of these sopping panties. How to tell him?

"Another round?" the bartender asked.

"No, I'm good," she said. Josh shook his head as well. She signaled for the bill.

If I spend much more time in this bar, I'll be stripping him down and fucking him right here.

"Dinner now?" he asked as they stood and she gathered the packages.

"Um...well. I'd like to change first," she said.

She looked him in the eye and he knew something was up.

"I got a room."

Holy Shit! "Here?" his voice squeaked slightly.

"Yes." She looked embarrassed. "I just got it—on a whim."

"Well, we'd better go check it out!" He took her hand and led her to the elevators. A huge grin split his face and she smiled back, looking relieved. Did she think I'd have a problem with this? It's been months since I broke up with Jenny. I am more than ready to fuck you, sweetheart!

His cock strained against his pants. He took a position behind her in the elevator, trying to play it cool, hoping she wouldn't notice how horny he really was. He stood close but not pressing against her. He took her right hand in his, entwining their fingers.

She pushed the button. They rode in silence. She could feel his hot breath on her ear. She almost swooned with desire.

His head was spinning. She is so gorgeous. I can't believe she's bringing me to her room!

She let them in with her key, and set her packages down on the dresser, taking in the room at a glance. It was elegantly furnished. The fireplace was nice. There was a view of the downtown city lights from the window. He was still standing in the short entry hall and she turned to him.

He was sometimes kooky and spontaneous; the Paradigm Shift had squashed his inhibitions. They walked into the room, he closed the door behind them, and for a lark he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. "You want some of this, baby?" he asked, waving it back and forth.

He meant it as a joke. He thought she was certainly experienced enough not to freak out and she would say something like, "Put your cock back in your pants, dude." And they would both laugh.

He was not prepared for her reaction.

Her eyes glued themselves to his cock, widening. She took a few steps and fell to her knees in front of him. "Christ, Josh!" Her voice was strangled with emotion.

She could not remember ever having seen such a beautiful penis. And so hard! Ben had not gotten fully hard in years. Josh's cock was like a rock. It glistened. Large veins ran up from the base. Beautiful!

She lost all control.

She pulled his pants and his boxers down, fully exposing his hard cock and balls. Her face was full of awe. A whimper of desire came out of her throat and she ran her tongue up his shaft.

His balls clenched and pre-cum immediately dribbled out of the head of his cock. He staggered a step back against the wall, helpless.

She moved with him. Another whimper of desire. She closed her mouth around the head of his penis and went down, sucking hard.

He could not help the scream that issued from his throat as he felt her mouth close around his sensitive head. Incredible!

She cradled his balls in one hand and held the base of his shaft with her other. She slid her mouth quickly up and down his cock, sucking and tonguing and pushing the head all the way back into her throat.

"Jesus Christ, Emily!" His fingers clutched her hair. He screamed again and lost it.

He had been hard already for hours, but the orgasm caught him unexpectedly. It overwhelmed him completely. He felt his balls tighten and sperm rush into his shaft. Pleasure consumed him, engulfing his groin and spreading like wildfire to his limbs. Sensation flamed into the head of his cock. He spasmed and shot load after load of cum deep into her throat.

It took him awhile to recover. He leaned against the wall, eyes closed, small moans coming out of his mouth. "Fuck, Emily!" he finally managed to say. "Fuck!"

"Do you want to?" she asked. She seemed to have finished swallowing all his sperm and she grinned up at him wickedly.

He let his knees relax, and he slid down the wall so he was sitting on the floor. She still knelt in front of him. He put a hand under her jaw and pulled her face to his. Their lips crushed together passionately. He thrust his tongue between her lips, tasting his own salty semen on her.

She moaned and clutched his shoulders tightly.

They broke away, both gasping for air.

"That blow-job was amazing! I was not expecting it though," he said.

"Well, you take your hard dick out and start waving it around. What did you think would happen?" she asked, laughing.

He smiled. "I thought you'd tell me to put it back."

"Oh, no way!" she said. She looked at his cock, which was still mostly hard. "Do you have any condoms?"

Condoms, fuck! He hadn't even thought about them. "I think I have one." He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and rummaged for a few seconds before producing a somewhat tattered looking condom package. "One," he repeated.

"That will never be enough, but it's a start," she said.

"You have entirely too many clothes on." He tugged on her sweater.

She laughed and climbed to her feet, offering a hand to help him up. "Do you want to take a shower with me?"

"Shower?" Both of us naked in the same little space together, slathering each other's bodies with soap? "Sure!"

He shed his pants and followed her into the bathroom, rumbling in anticipation.

She heard a low animal noise coming from him as she stepped into the bathroom. It sent her over the edge. Christ Almighty, he is sexy! And he's got a fucking fine cock. It was larger than she would have expected for someone his size. And so stiff! Iron stiff. She wanted it inside her—bad!

He stopped just inside the bathroom door and watched her undress. She seemed to have no inhibitions, and as her clothes came off, he understood why. Her body was perfect. She was amazingly fit. Her thigh muscles bulged; they weren't huge, but definitely defined. Her breasts were nicely rounded and still high on her chest. As she bent over to remove her sopping panties, he got a fine view of her very firm butt with a flash of pussy below.

He stepped forward, laid a hand on her ass, and emitted a low growl. He couldn't help it. It just came out.

When he growled, she shivered with desire. She stood and turned, into his arms. He was still wearing the damp sweatshirt, his eyes drinking in her naked body. She tugged on his shirt. "Your turn," she said. "Take this off. I want to see you naked."

He watched her face as he slowly pulled his T-shirt and sweatshirt off together. Her eyes widened in appreciation. As soon as he got his shirts off, she began running her hands over his muscled chest. Her body trembled.

"Nice tat," she whispered, tracing the edges of the lion that was on his upper right arm.

"Thanks. I have one here too." He turned and pointed at a very small pitchfork tattooed onto his ass-cheek.




Emily's Valentine



She laughed delightedly, but her mirth at his tattoo quickly turned to lust as she got a close-up look at his magnificent butt. She bent over and nipped him on his tattoo.

Another animal rumble came from his throat. He whirled and picked her up, both hands under her ass. He set her on the counter. Her legs spread on either side of his hips. He pulled the clip from her hair, tugging a bit as it caught on a few strands. She whimpered in both pain and desire and melted into his arms. Her long curls swung free down her back. Her lips sought his and they kissed passionately, both of them running their hands over each other's bodies.

He could smell her female musk. Her bush was neatly trimmed. He was about to go down on her, but she had other ideas. She had the condom out in her hands already, and she grabbed his cock. Her fingers felt fantastic as she unrolled it, sheathing his shaft. He groaned again in her ear and she answered with a mewling cry. She sounded almost distraught.

Emily's whole body trembled with need as she took his cock and guided it into her oh-so-ripe pussy. She was desperate for his hard cock to be in her. It had been so long. When she felt his granite shaft parting the lips of her labia and pushing into her pussy, she orgasmed immediately, a long, intense, shuddering orgasm. She felt her juices gush out and soak her butt. Oh sweet bliss!

He heard liquid splashing on the floor and wondered if she'd peed. She continued to scream in ecstasy, her face scrunched, her eyes squeezed tight. Is she orgasming already? He felt her pussy clenching around his cock. Hard.

"Fuck! You feel good!" he gasped.

She managed to get a foot onto the towel rack and used it as leverage to buck into him. He slammed back into her, catching a rhythm, fucking her hard and slow. She seemed to have recovered from her initial seizure. Her face was calmer, but still flushed with lust. He felt her muscles start to tense up again. He quickened the pace slightly and she orgasmed again. At least he thought she did. She cried out and her pussy clenched and juiced. My God, this woman can cum!

He prided himself on his control. Usually he could hold his orgasm off for quite a while, pleasuring his partner, varying the tempo of his fucking to the maximum satisfaction of both. But her reaction was quickly driving him toward release again. Her pussy squeezed and eased and squeezed again—tightly. Her mewling sounds were frantic. He could not stop himself from picking up the pace, driving into her faster, harder, deeper.

Oh my God! Unbelievable! Emily thought. She'd orgasmed almost continually from the moment his cock entered her. She hadn't known that was possible. When she felt him getting close, she was rocked by yet another strong orgasm.

"Yes! Yes! Oh fuck, Josh!" she screamed. That sent him cascading over the edge. Once more his orgasm caught him by surprise. He thrust into her hard. Her pussy muscles convulsed around his straining member and they both released. Their cries of ecstasy mingled together as they came. His world darkened with the intensity of the sensations. Sperm shot up his cock as his hips rocketed against her. Sweet Jesus!

He stilled, moaning into her ear in relief.

Her orgasm was followed by aftershocks, little spasms of pleasure that caused her to shudder and moan.

They were both breathing hard and covered with sweat. He kissed her, gently now. They smiled at each other.

"I hope these rooms are soundproof," he said. They both laughed.

"Fuck, Emily, that was fucking totally fucking awesome! I'm sorry I was so quick."

"Yes it was... unbelievable. I have no complaints." She sighed in contentment.

He slowly pulled his now mostly limp cock out of her, being careful not to lose the condom. Once he was fully out, he threw it in the garbage. His genitals and legs were soaked and the floor underneath them was wet.

"Did you pee?" he asked. "It's okay if you did," he added quickly.

"I don't think so," she said. "I just came a bunch! God, you felt fantastic, Josh. I would not have dreamed it could be so good."

She was still reclined on the counter, seeming very relaxed. Her mascara was smudged below her eyes, but she looked ravishing. Josh thought maybe he'd wake up from this dream soon and discover that he had just soiled his sheets.

"Shower?" he asked.

"Mmmhmm." She didn't stir.

He turned on the water and adjusted it until the temperature was perfect. Reaching out a hand to her, he helped her off the counter and led her into the shower. It was just as nice as he had imagined. He washed his hair, but she piled hers on top of her head, pinning it somehow, saying she didn't want it to be wet all evening and she didn't have the product here to deal with washing it.

They lathered each other lovingly. His cock was still semi-hard, and he imagined that it would always be so while she was near. They dried each other off. She seemed subdued but happy. They kept smiling at each other and stealing small kisses.

She put on the new bustier and the matching panties and paraded back and forth for him while he sat naked on the bed. His cock hardened and he would have been ready to go again if she hadn't reminded him that they were out of condoms. God, she was hot!

"Where do you want to go for dinner?" she asked, combing her long locks with her fingers.

"You're buying. Why don't you pick?" He was sure he didn't go to the same places she did.

"What kind of food do you like? French? Seafood?"

"I'm not picky really. I'm fine with hotdogs."

"We're not getting hotdogs!" She laughed, her small lines crinkling around her eyes. "How about 'The Palace Kitchen'? It's close. The food's good. They don't take reservations so getting in won't be a hassle. There might be a bit of a wait, but on Friday night we'd wait anywhere."

"That's fine." He'd seen The Palace, but he'd never been in it.

She disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door. He dressed for dinner, glad that he had the dry shirt to wear. He didn't feel like putting on his less-than-clean boxers after taking a shower, so he went commando. He didn't think she'd mind.

She dabbed away the mascara that was smudged under her eyes with a clean tissue. Stepping back, she looked at herself in the mirror in her new bustier and panties. Very nice! She turned sideways, admiring her newly sculpted biceps.

She had always kept herself reasonably fit, working out several times a week since she was in her twenties, but after Ben died, she really stepped it up. Now she worked out every single day, usually for at least an hour. It kept her from wallowing in sorrow. The endorphins lifted her mood and the resulting muscle tone didn't hurt either. She looked better than ever. In her twenties she had been stick-skinny. Now she had some great curves. She smiled to herself as she finished getting dressed.

#

Outside it was bitterly cold. The wind was blowing and the cold rain had turned to sleet. Both of them immediately pulled their hoods over their heads. Luckily The Palace Kitchen was only a few blocks away. They ran most of the way there, holding hands and laughing.

The wait would be twenty minutes—not too long. They made their way to one of the bars and stood at the railing as all the barstools were full. Josh immediately liked the vibe of the restaurant. The artwork was interesting: a huge mural along one wall depicted what seemed to be a renaissance-era feast scene. The crowd was mixed: some people wore business attire, some were dressed very casually, while others were ready for a night on the town.

They had not even had a chance to order a drink when a table opened up for them. Their waiter, a very friendly, young gay man, was obviously quite smitten with Josh. He did not snub Emily, though, so that was alright.

Josh ordered the grilled pork, and Emily had a salad and the cheese plate. After checking with Josh, she also ordered a bottle of red wine for them. When it arrived, Josh didn't like it; it was too bitter. He didn't normally drink wine. Emily seemed to like it, so he sipped his slowly but mostly drank water. That was fine with him. He was still feeling the effects of the Paradigm Shift, and his focus now was on having awesome sex, not on drinking.

Her phone rang and she pulled it out to see who was calling. She had an expensive-looking Windows Mobile phone.

"Sorry--let me just answer this. Work stuff." she said. She texted for awhile, then shut the ringer off and put her phone back in her purse.

"You're on-call on Friday nights?" he asked.

"I'm always on-call—it's Microsoft! Anyway, my boss is used to me working all the time. I just set his expectations that I'd be busy for the rest of the evening."

"Good."

He smiled at her disarmingly and her heart began to pound again. I can't wait to get you back to the room!

Their conversation was occasionally awkward, but they glowed in the aftermath of good sex and the promise of more. They exchanged lots of flirtatious smiles.

Emily brought up her kids. They were so much a part of her life that she couldn't really talk about herself without including them. She explained that she had a twelve-year-old daughter and a ten-year-old son.

He was blown away, but tried to hide it. "You must have been really young when you had your first," he said.

"Not so much."

He revised his opinion of her age upwards by five years. My God, I'm closer in age to her kids than I am to her! This didn't change the fact that she was the sexiest woman he'd ever been with.

Outside the sleet turned into snow. Big fat flakes drifted slowly down and started to stick to the parked cars.

They finished up with coffee. They hadn't finished their bottle of wine, but the waiter replaced the cork and brought them a brown paper bag to carry it in.

She paid the bill with her debit card again. He didn't see how much it was, but plenty he was sure. His meal had been twenty-four dollars and the bottle of wine could not have been cheap. He felt vaguely guilty. Maybe I'll have her over to my place and cook for her to make this up. No, Dude, she's just using you for sex for tonight. She's not going to want to come over to your crummy little pad.

Outside the wind had died down. They walked slowly, hand-in-hand, reveling in the novelty of the snow. It rarely snowed in Seattle.

He checked his phone. He'd turned the ringer off, but now he saw that his brother had called him several times. Damn, what does he want?

"Uh, I need to make a call," he said apologetically.

"Sure, of course."

He dialed and soon heard his brother's "Yo, dude! Where are you?"

"I'm downtown."

"Who with? What are you doing?"

"I'm hangin'." Josh did not feel like going into detail with his brother right now.

"Dude, you're not getting into trouble are you? Who are you with?"

"I'm cool. Look, I gotta go. Did you need something?"

"Josh, don't be gettin' all shit-faced. You can't afford to get arrested again."

"It's all legal." Except for the under-aged drinking. And, it's none of your business.

"You have a job interview in the morning, right?"

"Yep. Eleven am. I'll be there. Uh, I won't likely be home tonight though."

"What? Dude..."

"I'll see you tomorrow, David. Bye."

"Wait—Josh!"

He hung up and turned the phone off. Emily was looking at him curiously.

"My brother. He worries about me." The conversation with his brother had irked him. He just wants his rent money. He needs to get off my fucking case!

"Do you mind if I smoke?" He had already pulled out his pack. Only four left. Shit!

Yes, I do. "No, go ahead."

He offered her one and she declined.

Damn! Now he's going to taste like cigarettes. Well, can't have everything, Emily. He still has a damn fine cock, and that is not going to taste like cigarettes.

He was smiling at her though, and her heart melted. She returned his smile and he pulled her close, his arm around her waist. She snuggled into him.

She had been leading, and now he noticed they were in front of Bartell's drugstore. She obviously intended to go in, but he still had a half a cigarette. They paused in front of the store. He took a couple more drags, then dropped the cigarette onto the sidewalk and ground it out with his foot.

When he glanced up at her, she was frowning at him.

What the hell does she expect me to do? Go hunting for a God-damned garbage can?

That was exactly what she had wanted him to do. There was a garbage can on the next corner. She said nothing, and they went into the store, shivering as the warm air greeted them, chasing the cold away.

She got a basket and wandered around the store. She let him pick out the condoms. She added a waterproof mascara and package that held two disposable tooth-brushes. "Anything else?" she asked.

He shook his head.

She paid $23.42 with her debit card. How much money has she spent tonight? Four-hundred dollars maybe—with the hotel room—probably more than $500? Damn, that's more than a month's rent for me!

As they walked the half-block to their hotel, both of them were filled with delicious anticipation.

Her new panties were sopping already. She had been juicing onto them throughout dinner. She could not wait to get that hard cock back inside her. Damn, he was fine!

No sooner had they closed the hotel room door behind them, than he grabbed her and pushed her against the wall. His mouth covered hers. Fiercely. Aggressively.

Her body responded with a wave of heat. A whimper of desire came out of her mouth and she kissed him back, passionately. He did taste like cigarettes, but that observation was in the background. She was aware that her nipples were ultra-sensitive—hard nubs. Her pussy contracted and she could almost feel her clit swelling.

He pushed up against her, dominating her. His muscled shoulders rippled under her hands. She could feel his cock, hard as iron against her groin. Oh Lordy! Her knees went weak.

She pulled out of the kiss to gasp for air.

He stared into her eyes hungrily. Dangerously.

He kissed her again. Slowly. Forcefully. Demandingly. His hand crept up and rested briefly on her bare chest, between her breasts. He took one long finger and swept it under her bra from the front, dragging it across her bare nipple.

She emitted a short, sharp cry and sagged into him, gasping. Damn, she's ready!

His finger on her bare nipple had sent a jolt right to her clit. A couple more of those and I'll be orgasming already! I need to get this sweater off so he can suck my nipples.

He took her hand and led her to the bed. She sat on the edge and he pulled her boots off. As she climbed into the middle of the bed, he turned on the fireplace. The curtain was open, showing a winter wonderland panorama. The snow was still coming down hard.

He kicked his tennis shoes off and climbed onto the bed with her. Her hands immediately found his butt, pulling him on top of her.

A low growl came out of him as he felt her underneath him. His groin automatically pushed against hers. He kissed her neck, trying to take his time, trying to go slow this time. He was already more than ready to mount her.

He trailed kisses down her neck to her chest and kissed between her breasts. Easing her sweater neckline to one side, he pulled the top of the bustier away from her breast, continuing to trail his kisses onto her soft mound. He found her nipple and sucked.

She let out a groan and convulsed into him, humping.

"Oh God, Emily. You are so sexy!"

"Mmmmm! You are getting me very wet!" Her voice was low, sultry.

He undid the button and unzipped her jeans. She helped him pull them off. Her long, slender legs were gorgeous. He pulled off her socks, one at a time. She sat up and took off her sweater. Now she was wearing only her new lingerie. His eyes widened in approval.

He started to kiss her again, but her hands were on his sweatshirt, tugging. He pulled off his sweatshirt, followed by his shirt.

She ran her hands over his chiseled chest, cooing in admiration.

He kissed her again. Her hands did not stay on his chest long. They found the front of his pants, and undid the button and zipper. He groaned as he felt her hands close on his bare cock.

"What! No underwear!" She squirmed out from under him and used her weight to push him over. She dragged on his pants, laughing. He helped her and was quickly naked. She climbed on top of him, wiggling and moaning with desire. Her hands started to pull and stroke his cock.

"Oh fuck! Oh!" He was overwhelmed. He felt her sheathing his cock with a condom. I'm glad she remembered. I might not have.

She did not even take her panties off. She just pulled them to the side with her fingers, and slid down onto his cock. They both cried out in bliss. She started to ride him slowly and he matched her rhythm. Her pussy was doing all manner of fabulous contractions. Her breasts bounced gently within their bustier-home. Her face was a study of passion: eyes closed, head back, lips parted.

He slid a hand under her bustier from the front and pinched her nipple. She screamed in ecstasy and convulsed, driving into him with several quick, hard thrusts.

Did she just cum again? Her pussy juiced all over him. Yes, she must have.

She settled back into a slow steady rhythm. Good thing too. Many more of those pussy contractions and I would have lost it already!

It didn't take her long to quicken the pace again. She started making little high-pitched moaning sounds.

So sexy! "You feel fantastic, Emily!" He tried to distract himself, to control himself, to delay his gathering orgasm.

She rode him, feeling his pelvis against her mound, pushing on her clit rhythmically, insistently. Her clit swelled again. His hands cupped her butt as he drove up into her. She squealed in delight and orgasmed yet again.

Fuck! I'm going to cum soon if I'm not careful! Her pussy squeezing his penis was exquisite. In his efforts to distract himself, he became aware that she was still wearing her little lace panties, and they were rubbing painfully on the side of his cock.

"Hang on, Emily. Can we take off your panties?"

He held the condom in place. She disengaged and quickly shed her wet panties. As she went to reposition herself on top of him, he caught her around the waist and pushed her down on the bed, climbing onto the top position himself. He entered her again immediately and they both convulsed with fresh ecstasy. He growled with lust, picking up the pace and pounding into her.

The extremely masculine, animal sounds he was making drove her crazy with desire. She was way past thinking of anything. She was lost in lustful oblivion, helpless under his driving thrusts. Another wave of orgasm hit her and her muscles contracted hard. She screamed and moaned, wrapping her legs around his thighs, trying to force him even further into her. She could not get enough.

He was on the edge, and he fought hard to stay just there. She felt amazing. She was soaking wet; her pussy kept squeezing his cock like a vise. He slowed his rhythm, wanting to savor her, but he kept his thrusts long and deep.

He began to chew on her earlobe and her pussy clenched again. Fire ignited in his groin and he felt his balls start to scrunch.

"Oh, fuck, Emily!" he breathed. He pulled out of her, not wanting to cum yet. Breathing heavily, he attacked her mouth with kisses.

"You cum?" she asked breathlessly, around his kisses.

"Not yet, but I'm close. I don't want to cum yet." Even now that he was disengaged from her, he still felt as if the slightest touch would push him over. He sucked hard on her lower lip.




Emily's Valentine



She groaned and squirmed under him. She had already cum so many times, she thought she should be satiated, but knowing he hadn't cum yet, all she could think about was getting his hard cock back inside of her.

"You are sooo sexy!" she moaned in his ear.

He captured her mouth with his again, and slipped his tongue into it, thrusting. She sucked his tongue and squeezed his butt, pushing up against him.

His cock was steadily leaking pre-cum into the condom as it rubbed against her hip. Oh, my god. I could cum just like this.

He pulled away from her and fumbled with the condom box, pulling out another one.

"I think a fresh one would be good." He slipped off the one he was wearing and tossed it toward the garbage can, not caring if it actually made it in or not.

She took the condom from him and started to open the package.

"Why don't you wait on that for a few? Can I go down on you?"

Her eyes flashed with a primitive desire. "Oh, yes!"

He started by kissing her again on her already kiss-swollen lips. She was still wearing the bustier. He unzipped it down the side and slipped it off, fully exposing her beautiful breasts.

She gasped and writhed as both of his hands automatically fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples gently. He trailed kisses slowly down her neck and across her collarbone, moving lower until his mouth found her nipple. He kissed around the areola with soft, teasing kisses. She moaned with pleasure. He pulsed his tongue against her nipple several times, feeling it start to harden.

"Oh suck, suck!" she begged.

He laughed wickedly. "Oh, you want me to suck your tit?" He continued to tease gently with his tongue, all the while softly rubbing her other nipple with his fingers.

She squirmed and gasped. "Oh, please! Please suck!"

He could deny her no longer. He pulled her nipple into his mouth and sucked. At the same time, he pinched and rolled her other nipple firmly between his fingers.

She arched her back and groaned loudly. The sensations he was causing in her nipples were lighting her groin on fire. She thought she might cum again just from that. Her pussy spasmed.

Oh, she is hot. She's practically vibrating just from the nipple stimulation. His cock spewed pre-cum onto her leg. Perhaps I should put a condom on sooner rather than later. But instead he moved further down, moving his cock out of the danger zone and brushing kisses down her rib cage. His other hand took over on the wet nipple as his tongue found her belly button. He lingered there.

She giggled when he tongued around her belly button. It tickled slightly.

He moved further down and she spread her legs for him. He laved his tongue up the inside of her thigh, tasting her pussy juices. She moaned again, softly.

As he swept his tongue around her pussy lips, she convulsed, slapping him in the mouth with her mound.

"Whoa. Settle girl! I'm down here. I'm going to lick you now."

She moaned her assent. Ben had rarely gone down on her. She was taut as a bowstring ready to let fly. She quivered in anticipation.

He ran his tongue around her labia again, being careful to avoid her sensitive, swollen clit. She moaned again, but held still this time. He lapped the wetness from around her pussy. Slowly, gently, he moved to the front of her vagina, licking around her clit, but not across it yet.

She grabbed his thick hair tightly in her hands. She wasn't sure if she wanted to force him to keep going or pull him away, but she wanted some control. She felt like she was in a spinning dive—her plane was going down fast!

Slowly he tongued her clit, pulsing gently.

She let out a small, high-pitched squeal.

He continued at the same pace and pressure for a little while, noting that her muscles tensed and her breathing became ragged gasps. When he felt her relax and sigh, he began to suck on her clit with gentle but firm pressure.

She had been riding her pleasure steadily, feeling little stabs of ecstasy, getting closer to the edge, and suddenly, as often happened, it was gone. She sighed, ready to start over, but just then he changed pressure. She was immediately right on the edge again.

"Oh, Christ, Josh!" Her voice was tinged with desperation. She pulled on his hair as she felt her release erupting from deep within. She could not stop the loud groan that escaped her mouth any more than she could stop every muscle in her body from clenching.

He felt her orgasm, felt her pussy squeeze tight as her hips bucked upwards. Juice squirted onto his chin as if under pressure, drenching his chin and neck in pungent female nectar. His cock throbbed in excitement even as his brain marveled at the unexpected deluge. He had not thought she would come so soon or so drenchingly.

Her body trembled and spasmed a few times, while she made little happy sounds. Then she sighed in deep relaxation.

"Thank you," she said. "Josh, that was amazing. I'm not going to ask how you learned to do that; I don't think I want to know."

He smiled at her praise and moved up to kiss her.

"Oh my God, Josh! You're all wet!"

"That's from you."

"Well, it's your fault." She giggled and starting licking his chin and neck.

"I love your two-day growth of beard."

"I know. I need to shave." He rubbed his chin.

"No, I like it just the way it is. It's rugged. Sexy."

"You're sexy." He kissed her deeply. She moaned into his mouth.

He emitted an answering rumble as his hand played down her body and his kisses became aggressive. Soon they were deep into a kissing and petting session.

He was very aware of her beautiful, naked body under his. His cock started streaming again.

"I'd better put a condom back on." His voice was husky.

"Oh, Lordy Josh! I don't know how you can have me completely satiated one minute and so fucking horny for you the next." She helped him roll the condom over his hard, slick cock.

His eyes were heavy with desire. "Emily, can I fuck you again?" he breathed into her ear.

"Oh, yeah, Josh!" Her voice was low, sensuous. "I want you inside me."

He put both hands on her waist and pulled on her. "Over you go," he said, as she seemed to understand what he wanted and rolled over.

A small thrill of excitement tingled through her as he rolled her over. Does he want to take me the back way? She had never had anal sex. It wasn't something Ben had wanted to try. She wasn't sure she wanted to try it either, but now that she was thinking it might be a possibility, something within her went wild. She pulled her knees up under her, waving her butt in the air.

"Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Josh!"

He growled like a wild animal and grabbed her tightly around the chest. He slammed his cock into her pussy, to the hilt, and began to pound her hard and fast, still growling. His arm around her chest found her nipple and pinched. All thought left him. He was running on pure instinct. He felt totally out of control; he couldn't have stopped if he had wanted to. He gave the animal inside him free rein, completely overwhelmed with passion.

She was surprised at her brief flare of disappointment that he wasn't after anal sex, but immediately forgot about it with the onslaught of his animalistic attack on her. His raw sexual energy pushed her into a state of euphoria. He was pinching her nipple so hard it hurt, but the pain seemed to increase her pleasure somehow. His growls drove her to a fever pitch. She screamed in small bursts of passion, immediately on the edge of another orgasm.

Her back was flawless. Her golden curls fanned out across her shoulders in beautiful disarray. Her butt was full and firm and she met his urgent thrusts with backward bucks of her own. The sight of this gorgeous creature beneath him was enough on its own to overwhelm him. The sounds, her screams of pleasure mixed with his own growls that he couldn't seem to stop, added to his insanity. All of his senses seemed heightened. He could smell her dripping pussy. Her nipple under his fingers was hard as a pebble, her skin warm and smooth beneath his hips.

And the sensations going through his cock were unreal. He had never had sex quite like this before. So raw. So savage. His cock felt like it was going to explode with the intensity.

He caught sight of her long, slender neck beneath her hair. He tugged her hair aside, leaned into her and bit her just where her shoulder met her neck. He didn't bite too hard, just a nip that turned into a hard suck. His cock slammed into her pussy at a frenzied pace.

When he bit her on the neck, she orgasmed. She had been close anyway and the new sensation, the bite followed by strong sucking, turned her clitoris suddenly inside out. She felt intense heat, followed by an explosion of lava. It shuddered down her limbs. She screamed long and loud.

Her pussy had been squeezing his cock rhythmically, pulsing, but suddenly, as she began screaming, it clamped down with such force it expelled him. He pushed back in immediately, brutally forcing his way into the tightness and heat. His growls turned into a howl as he felt his seed erupt from his balls and race along his shaft. He fucked into her tight depths hard and deep. If he hadn't been wearing a condom, his sperm would have shot all the way into her fallopian tubes—at least that's how it felt.

She spasmed back into him, completely out of control. Her mind was oblivious to anything except the overwhelming sensations of her orgasm. Everything darkened. Finally, her muscles started to relax. He pushed into her a few more times. He had obviously just orgasmed too, howling. Howling! God, he was sexy!

He collapsed on top of her, his arms still wrapped around her, but loosely. His head was next to hers, his lips by her ears.

"Fuck, Emily!"

She sighed and moaned softly. She was still incapable of speech.

"Are you okay?"

She found her voice. "Why wouldn't I be?" she murmured huskily.

"Fuck. I don't know. I was just out of control, that's all."

"That was the most fucking fantastic sex I've ever had. 'Okay' does not describe how I feel right now."

He pulled his softening cock out of her slowly, and she rolled over on her side.

"Fuck, yeah!" He leaned in and kissed her, long and deep.

She sighed with contentment.

He sat up and pulled his condom off. Glancing around, he noted, "Damn. Bed's wet!"

She giggled, and sat up, looking at the large dark stain on the green bedspread. "Oh, well! Hopefully it didn't go all the way through. Otherwise, you get the wet spot."

"What do you mean? They're your juices! Mine are all in here." He dangled the condom, showing off the wad of cum that filled the bottom of it.

She laughed and climbed out of bed, going into the bathroom. She left the door open, but he could hear her running the water and then peeing. He got up and threw the condom in garbage, picking the other one up off the floor and throwing it away too.

He went into the bathroom just as she was finishing.

She stepped into his arms and they kissed again. She tasted minty.

"Wow!" she said. "I can't get over how fantastic that was."

"Sorry, it looks like I left a mark on your neck. I don't usually do that."

She looked at the dark blotch at the base of her neck and shrugged. "I guess I'll have to wear something with a high neckline for a couple of days."

He pulled away from her to pee, and she went back into the bedroom. When he came out she was standing at the window watching the snow fall in a swirling cascade of whiteness. The streets and cars were covered with a blanket of fresh snow.

He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close.

"Isn't it beautiful?" she asked.

"It sure is." Not as beautiful as you. He nuzzled her neck.

She shivered.

By unspoken agreement, they climbed into the bed and curled up together, avoiding the wet spot. After kissing her goodnight, he fell quickly into a deep sleep.

Emily lay in his arms, listening to his even breathing. It is so nice to fall asleep in someone's arms. She wished it was someone she loved... like Ben. A tear slid down her cheek, but she did not give in to the wracking sobs that threatened to overwhelm her. Enjoy it while you can, Emily. And go to sleep.

#

Josh shifted in his sleep and stirred. He felt the warm naked body next to his, and woke up. It wasn't a dream. She's here in my arms!

His cock, almost always hard in the morning, twitched and stiffened. He traced lazily around one of her areolas with his finger.

Emily became aware of a hard body pressed next to hers, a stiff cock poking at her ass, and a wonderful tingle in her nipple.

"Mmmmm." She turned her face toward his.

In the half-light of breaking dawn his beautiful eyes seemed to glow. He smiled at her tenderly and they shared a long, slow kiss. Her body responded, a delicious ache growing in her pussy.

He kissed down her neck, very slowly, languidly making his way down to her succulent breast. He licked. He sucked gently.

She gasped and sighed.

It was very dreamlike. They were both half asleep, seemingly. He took his time, savoring her. Tasting her. Moving on to the other breast as she rolled onto her back.

She moaned and stretched, reveling in the feel of him, his cock hard against her hip, his lips pulling little thrills from her nipple, making her clit throb.

He paused, pulling back to look at her face. She was exquisite in her desire. Lips parted. Eyes heavy. Her breath coming just a little too fast.

She ran a fingertip up his hard shaft and around the head, causing a bead of clear liquid to seep out of the slit. She stared at it fascinated for a long moment. Such a magnificent cock! So hard for me.

She slid her body down until her face was at his crotch. She smelled his masculinity and her chest tightened with need. She let her tongue slide out to taste his essence, that first drop of bliss to leak from his slit.

He stiffened and gasped when he felt her wet tongue on his cock. His hands entwined into her luscious hair. She began to lick him from the base of his cock to the tip. Very slowly. He shuddered with desire.

"Oh Emily," he moaned. He wanted more. His cock needed more.

She was languorous, making him wait. Her tongue circled the head, sweeping around the ridge, causing waves of pleasure to wash over him.

He moaned loudly.

She did not pick up the pace. Her tongue slowly explored every inch of his now straining cock. She went lower, licking each of his balls thoroughly. She pulled his balls one at a time into her mouth, rolling them around on her tongue. Sucking.

He quivered with desire. She was driving him insane with need. A steady flow of pre-cum began running out of his slit.

She ran her tongue back up his shaft. Still slowly. She lapped up the pre-cum.

He gasped in ecstasy as her mouth closed over just the tip of his penis. How did she get me so close to orgasm already?

She took his cock into her throat. Slowly, inch-by-inch, she swallowed it into her warm depths.

Watching his face, seeing the obvious pleasure she brought to him—his eyes were squeezed shut, his breathe coming in quick pants—her pussy juiced with want.

She drew back so her mouth was covering only the head. She swept her tongue around the ridge and into the slit, and went back down taking all of him deep into her throat.

He could no longer stand it—her slow pace. He was very close to orgasm. With a loud groan he tightened his grip on her hair, holding her head in place, and he began to thrust into her.

"Fuck, Emily! I'm gonna cum!"

She focused on taking as much of him as possible down her throat, breathing, and not gagging. He was doing all the work now. It thrilled her to be able to turn him on this much. His whole body went tense, his butt turning to steel under her hands.

Another loud groan ripped from his throat as intense pleasure swept over him. He shot sperm down her throat, the head of his cock pushing against her tonsils, sensitive now. He released another stream, then another.

She swallowed and gasped for air and swallowed again, trying to catch all of his release. His body relaxed. His cock twitched again, still in her mouth, and started to soften. She swallowed again, the last of his seed, and licked his cock clean.

"Mmmm. Emily," he murmured. "Wow!"

She moved up to kiss him. Her face smelled of his musk and she tasted of cum. A strong emotion swept over him. Love? No, couldn't be. I don't know her well enough. He kissed her tenderly.

He felt extremely relaxed. He roused himself to touch her, one hand going to a nipple, the other to her clit.

She pulled his hands away gently, settling them on her stomach as she turned her back to him and snuggled in. "It's early yet. Maybe we can just sleep a couple more hours and play more later?"

"If that's what you want." He let his guilt go. He was half-asleep again already.

#

He awoke some hours later. The room was bright and he could see clear blue sky out the window. He glanced at the clock. It was 8:05 am. He still had time.

He gently disengaged from her and slipped out of bed without waking her. He stepped into the bathroom to relieve himself, then quickly found his clothes and dressed. He considered leaving her a note in case she woke up while he was gone, but settled on leaving his still damp T-shirt on the back of the desk chair. He hoped that would be enough to let her know he would be back.

The key card was on the dresser. He slipped it into his pocket and left.

Outside it was crisp and cold. Several inches of snow covered the streets and sidewalks. There was almost no traffic. Most people knew not to drive in hilly Seattle when the streets were slick. The cold seldom lasted long. Seattle shut down when it snowed.

He lit a cigarette and enjoyed a smoke on the way to the drug store. Once inside, he quickly found the card section. He was disappointed at their small selection—it had been picked through—but after looking at several cards, he finally settled on one. It was not ideal, but it was the best they had.

He paid for the card. $3.73. He still had enough money left for the bus home—with 44 cents to spare.

The doorman scowled at him as he came up the steps into the hotel lobby. He ignored him. He had a key. He belonged here even if he didn't look like it. He went to the front desk and borrowed a pen from the receptionist. She looked him over curiously, but seemed friendly enough.

He signed the card simply with, "Emily, thank you for the best night ever! Josh"

Back in the room, Emily was still asleep, her lovely face looking peaceful. He went to the bathroom where he had noticed the disposable toothbrushes she had bought. She had brushed her teeth the night before. He hesitated briefly before using the second toothbrush. He wasn't sure if she meant the other one for him, but he didn't want to smell like cigarette smoke for her.

He shed his damp sweatshirt and busied himself making coffee in the small pot that was in their room.

"Good morning." Her voice was still heavy with sleep.

He turned to her and smiled. "Good morning. Happy Valentine's Day!"

She frowned and groaned.

A stab of guilt pained him as he remembered that Valentine's Day would probably be difficult for her, being a new widow and all.

"I am sorry. I didn't mean to remind you." He changed the subject quickly. "It's beautiful outside. There's several inches of snow on the ground, and it's sunny."

She flicked her eyes briefly to window and they returned to him. "You're dressed!" she said, almost accusingly.

"Oh, I can be undressed quickly," he replied, pulling off his shirt and kicking off his tennis shoes. He bounced onto the bed next to her and gave her a brief kiss.




Emily's Valentine



She smiled, rubbing her hands over his chest. "That's more like it." She turned her face up for more kisses.

She must have washed her makeup off the night before as well. She still had a smudge of black around her eyes, but otherwise her skin was clean and clear. In the morning light he could see all the tiny lines around her eyes when she smiled. She was still absolutely gorgeous.

And naked!

As she sat up to touch him, the sheet fell away. He caught his breath at the expanse of creamy skin, the two voluptuous breasts bouncing gently... nipples soft... inviting kisses.

"Oh, Emily!" He ran his hands down her body, pulling the sheet lower as his mouth sought her nipple. He suckled and she moaned out her pleasure, her body shuddering under his touch.

She marveled at her body's response to him. She had woken up feeling satiated... and calmer than she'd been in months. But as soon as he was near—his shoulder muscles rippling under her hands, his rough three-day beard scratching her breast, his warm masculine scent filling her nostrils—she was fully aroused. She was hungry for him!

The suckling on her nipple drove spikes of bliss through her. Her pussy clenched. She squirmed and moaned underneath him.

He slid one of his hands down to her pussy, fingertips rubbing lightly across the lips.

"Oh yes, yes!" she breathed. 

He found her clit, already swollen. He traced around it, deepening his touch at each circle. Her eyelids fluttered closed. Her mouth opened in a silent "oh." He began massaging with his thumb while he pushed his middle finger into her pussy.

She moaned and bucked into his hand, wanting more.

Without taking his finger out of her pussy, he moved down. She spread her legs wide for him and he took up a position between them. Her labia glistened and he watched his finger disappearing into her pussy and pulling back out, soaked with her juices. Her swollen clit was visible, peeking out of the folds of skin above her pussy, teasing him with its red, rosebud beauty.

He sucked on it, gently at first.

She cried out as wonderful sensations swirled through her groin at his touch.

He joined the middle finger with a second as he pleasured her. She humped her G-spot into his hand, making little desperate cries. His fingers became soaked as her juices flowed freely. He switched hands, quickly substituting two fingers of one hand for the other.

He moved his newly freed hand, stroking her skin between her pussy and her anus, then circling the tight star. She was gasping for breath, her body tense. He guessed she was close. He pushed his pussy-soaked finger into her anus, gently but firmly, sliding it all the way in.

She screamed in ecstasy "Oh fuck! Josh! What? Oh fuck!"

He wiggled his finger.

He'd had her right on the edge with his sucking and his fingers in her pussy. When he slipped a finger into her anus as well, she went into sensory overload. Her world exploded in a blinding flash of light and heat. Her body thrashed uncontrollably.

He pumped both his hands, his fingers sliding in and out of her tight holes in unison. He fought to keep a suckle on her clit as her body convulsed. She let out a piercing shriek and yanked on his hair, finally pulling his mouth away from her clit. He continued to fuck her with his fingers as juice gushed out of her pussy.

She spasmed a few more times, spent. She moaned softly as the world came back into focus.

"Josh! That was fucking amazing!" she whispered.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I wasn't sure...."

"Why wouldn't I like it?"

"Some girls don't. It freaks them out to be touched there."

"Nobody's ever done that to me before, but the sensation was incredible. I had no idea!"

His dick was bursting to get out of his pants, which he hadn't taken off yet. A small dark spot stained the front of them. He had been so turned on by her reaction that he had leaked profusely.

He pulled away from her so he could remove his pants. No point in getting them any wetter than they already were.

"Mmmm! Come here, you young stud!" Emily was still trembling with the aftermath of a huge orgasm, but as she saw him slip off his pants and his magnificent tight ass came into view, she was struck with another wave of desire. Am I insatiable?

She reached for him, and he happily moved into her arms, showering her with little kisses on her face and neck. Her spicy perfume from the night before had faded, replaced with a feminine musk that drove him wild.

He kissed her deeply. She sucked his bottom lip and his cock responded with jerk.

"Emily, can I fuck you again? I want to fuck you!" he whispered in her ear. He ground his hips against her, his cock caught between their bodies in delicious friction.

She groaned. He forced his tongue into her mouth, thrusting with it. She sucked it.

His cock was leaking pre-cum. He fumbled for a condom. Once he'd gotten it out of the package, she took it from him, her fingers cool on his hot cock as she sheathed him.

"Are you ready?" he murmured, the head of his cock pressing lightly against the folds of her labia.

For answer, she pulled her knees up tight to her chest and spread her legs out on his shoulders. Her pussy opened it's maw and his cock slipped in—a snake disappearing into its hole.

He was totally turned on by her, but this time he had control. He began to fuck her long and slow, enjoying watching his well-veined cock penetrate and withdraw.

Her head fell back on the pillow and she watched his masculine face through lust-heavy eyes. Her hips rose to meet his as he slid into her, seeming to take him deeper with every stroke. Her clit swelled and throbbed. She purred.

At length, she disengaged her legs from his shoulders, wrapping them instead around his thighs. The coupling was tighter and he responded by picking up the pace. Still not too fast.

She moaned and her pussy tightened around his cock.

Good God, she feels good! He wasn't sure he'd be able to cum again, but his cock was plenty hard.

He fucked her, usually slow and deep, but sometimes picking up the pace. She orgasmed again, multiple times, he thought. Little ones. When he drove into her hard and fast her pussy would clamp down on his cock and she would cry out softly and dig her nails into his shoulders. After her release, he would slow down again. In and out, in and out, pleasure reverberating through his loins.

And each time he quickened the pace, the sensations became more intense. Sharp, stabbing thrills pierced him, agonizing in their sweetness. After a while he knew he would cum again—but not yet.

Finally, she stopped him.

"Wait, Josh. I need to pee."

"Of course," He withdrew reluctantly, keeping the condom in place.

While she was in the bathroom he went to the window and looked out at the sparkling snow. He absentmindedly pulled on his shaft a bit, not hard, keeping the condom on.

His mind was drifting in sensual thoughts. He did not hear her pad up behind him. Hands slid around his waist and a warm naked body rubbed up against his. He turned and enveloped her in his arms, going in for a deep kiss on her pleasure-reddened lips.

One hand cupped her firm butt, the other found a warm breast.

A sigh escaped from her lips. Softly.

He stuck his tongue down her throat. His hand moved from her butt around to the front, sliding easily into her wet pussy.

She moaned and pushed against him. Still aroused!

He took her hand and led her to the large armchair, pushing it up against the dresser to stabilize it.

"Kneel," he commanded, using his hands to guide her into a kneeling position on the chair, facing away from him, her elbows resting easily on the back of the chair.

He stood close behind her and ran a fingertip along her spine from the nape of her neck to the crack of her butt.

Her body shivered in delight.

His cock jerked up against his belly. He kissed her on the back of her neck and began to suck at the same place he'd already made a hickey, at base of her neck, just above her collarbone.

She pushed her ass toward him, wiggling.

A low rumble came out of his chest. He took his ready cock and plunged deeply but slowly into her dripping pussy, gasping when the warmth and tightness enveloped him.

As he began to thrust with a slow, deliberate rhythm, she pushed back into him, moaning softly. The new position felt fantastic. Quivers of pleasure pulsed through her still swollen clit. She cried out softly as she orgasmed again, a tiny little thrill spreading through her. She was amazed she was still orgasming. She would have thought he'd used her up by now.

She shuddered under him and her pussy clenched, sending hot bursts of bliss resonating through him. He drove into her faster, pummeling her from behind. Leaning forward, he wrapped his arms around her chest, catching a breast in each hand. He rolled the nipples between his thumbs and fingers.

She clutched the back of the chair and began to cry out in short high-pitched squeals.

He had been close to orgasm many times already, and this time he let it take him, reveling in the feel of release.

"Oh Emily!" he groaned as the deepest orgasm he'd ever felt erupted from his cock. He clasped her tightly to him to as his knees weakened and his world went dark. He felt as if he were swirling into an abyss of delicious delirium.

The first thing he became aware of were moans—they were coming from him. He had collapsed against her onto the chair and was kneeling. His cock slipped slowly out of her pussy, and he grabbed it around the base to keep the condom from coming off. He was breathing heavily, collecting himself. His cock spasmed again eliciting yet another moan from him.

He slipped the condom off and tossed it into the garbage. Sinking into a sitting position on the chair, he pulled her onto his lap and buried his face in her thick curls.

"Oh Emily! Oh Emily!" was all he could manage for some minutes.

Finally he pulled his face out of her hair and looked into her eyes.

Emily could tell his last orgasm had been long and intense. When he finally looked at her, his face was filled with both awe and something else—adoration?

They kissed tenderly for a few minutes. Finally he pulled away abruptly.

"What time is it?" He looked around her at the clock on the nightstand. "Oh my God, it's 10 already! I'm sorry, Emily, I need to go. I've got a job interview in an hour!" They both stood up and he gave her a brief but tight hug.

He quickly found his clothes, scattered here and there around the room. She sat on the bed and watched him get dressed, a sadness pulling at her heart.

As he finished tying his shoes, she said, "Will you give me your phone number Josh? Do you want to stay in touch?"

His heart skipped a beat. She likes me! She'll call me! "Of course!" He rattled off his number and she punched it into her phone. He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket, and he reached for it.

"It's me. I just called you so you've got my number too." She smiled at him and his chest tightened with emotion. What's going on? I just met this woman. Have I fallen for her so hard already? Get a hold of yourself, Josh. It had, however, been the best damn sex of his life!

"I'm sorry I need to leave so quickly. It's probably just as well though. I can't seem to keep my dick out of you, and it's sore!"

She laughed. "I'm sore too." She caught his hand and looked into his beautiful brown eyes. "Thank you, Josh. I can't possibly describe how much fun I had with you. It was... incredible."

"Me too!" he grinned at her and pulled her close for one more long kiss.

"Good-bye, Emily!" he said as he made his way to the door. See you soon, I hope!

"Good-bye, Josh!" She watched him walk down the short entry hall and out the door. God, he has a sexy walk! He looked back at her, smiled, and winked before closing the door.

She let out a big sigh and collapsed into the large chair. She leaned back, closing her eyes, and smiled. That was so wonderful! Will I call him? She didn't know. She sat on the chair for quite some time, lost in remembrances of him, smiling the whole while. She felt more relaxed than she had in a long time—years perhaps. That's what a night of fucking outrageous sex will do for you Emily!

Finally she got up, poured herself a cup of coffee, and went into the bathroom for a shower.

Twenty minutes later she was dressed and ready to walk out the door. When she picked up the room key, she found a large pink envelope underneath it.

"Emily" was scrawled on the outside in a large, swirly script.

She sat down on the bed and opened it, her hands shaking slightly.

The card was pretty, with hearts in various shades of pink. On the front it read, "happy 'heart' day," where 'heart' was a cutout heart. Inside it simply read, "from me to you." And Josh had signed it, "Emily, thanks for the best night ever! Josh."

Gosh, that is so sweet! I'm not sure it was my best night ever, but close! I could get used to being with you, Josh.

A sadness stabbed at her. She realized the odds were against them. There's just too much difference in our ages, our lifestyles. And what would the kids think? Still, I hardly thought about Ben the whole time I was with him. Maybe I should see him again... just a few times. Maybe it is time for me to move on.

She looked down at her left hand, admiring her wedding set. Slowly, she pulled off both the large diamond ring and the gold band. She slipped the diamond onto her right-hand ring finger and carefully placed the gold band in the coin pocket of her wallet for safekeeping until she got home.

She put the card back into its pink envelope and stuffed it into the side pocket of her purse.

She smiled. It's a wonderful Valentine's Day after all.