0 comments/ 44562 views/ 2 favorites Emma Meets a New Friend Ch. 1 By: BiEmma27 Upon leaving university, the reality of life in the big, bad world really hits you hard…or at least it did me. In the late '80's, university grads looking to start their great climb up the career ladder were forced into entry level jobs that they'd never have dreamed of doing while sheltered by the fleeting security of mom and dads money just months before. It was no different for me. I struggled to get by, working two, and often three dead-end jobs at a time. At the end of the typical day, I barely had enough energy, let alone the time or money, to go out to pursue any type of social life. Now don't get me wrong, I was young (twenty-something), attractive, single and living on my own in a new city. Life was good. I dated fairly consistently, shying away from the younger men who were in the same financial pickle that I was. Through my desk-clerk job at one of the two hotels that I worked for, I met plenty of older, business types, with no shortage of cash to spend on attractive young women, for the right return. And though it was against company policy for employees to date hotel guests, what I did after I clocked out was my own business, and I took every opportunity for a nice dinner and some badly needed attention. I even served a couple of lucky men the desert they none to shy to ask for. The way I saw it at the time, they'd treated me like a lady, and I was needing a bit of what they were offering, so sleeping with them met our mutual ends. Now, I was young at the time, but I was nowhere near as naive as most of these men thought. Though I appreciated that most of them would actually remove the wedding bands that they were wearing when I'd check them into the hotel, I certainly wasn't buying their "I'm divorced/separated/nearly divorced" spiel that I was being fed while out at dinner. The only guys that got anywhere with me were the ones that were honest and sincere about their situations in life. Like for instance Eric, an investment advisor that I met while he attended a conference at the hotel. He was beautiful, with sharp, dark features, and was very well groomed. He spoke of his wife, who was also very career oriented, and also very busy. Their careers often took them in different directions, and he said that he often asked other women out to dinner when he traveled, for company if nothing else. His honesty was rewarded with something else. Though he tried not to make it too obvious, his gaze quite frequently dropped to my chest, which I can't really fault him for. You see, these were my pre-child breasts, the ones I so long for now. These were the tits that I could stuff into a tight cotton shirt with no support. These were the tits that would spill over the top of a low cut top, and stand out, pointing at whatever target I was aiming for. These were the tits that I allowed Eric to spill his load on after letting me ride his thick cock to a wall shaking orgasm back in his hotel room. I miss those tits. Like most of the men I'd dated through those years, I never saw nor heard from Eric again. If it weren't for the tremendous sex we'd had that evening, I think that my memory of him would probably have faded like most of the others. It's not that there were many, in fact they are a relatively small group in total. What renders them so obscure in my memory is their significance in my life. Other than a mere distraction from my work-life routine, the men I'd dated through this time in my life signify very little beyond a brief stage in my coming of age story. Looking back as I am now, almost every man that I've been romantically involved with in my life occupies a spot in that dubious category, except for my husband. The encounters and relationships that remain most significant and that have altered the direction of my life have been those that I've had with other women. After discovering the beauty of the love of another woman while in university, I was sure that I was a lesbian. Though I continued to date boys through those years to keep up appearances, I was certain that I was sure that I was going on to look for 'miss right' not 'mister'. Moving to the city, not knowing a soul, quickly altered by perspective, which was tainted by rose-colored lenses that many of us peer through when we're young and the world's our oyster. The scene in the city was a far cry from my cozy little college campus, and it frightened me into a rapid re-examination of my virtues. It was at this stage of my life, just when I'd decided that the girl-girl thing was just a bit of experimentation, that I met Leah. You see, one of my jobs, at the other hotel in which I toiled, was as a fitness club receptionist. This was a casual gig, a fill-in/call-in job that added to my walking around cash when I could fit it in between my other two jobs. Leah was a member of the gym, lean and well bronzed, with dark hair. My job at the club entitled me to utilize the facilities, which is what I was doing when I first noticed Leah. I was in the sauna after a kickboxing class when she entered. I remember how the sweat glistened on her tanned legs and chest as she relaxed in the soothing warmth. I remember that I stayed in there so long, starring at her, that I almost passed out. As she sat, her white towel parted slightly in the front, allowing me a view of her firm upper thighs, and just a hint of her dark, neatly trimmed bush. I'm not sure that any of the other women in there noticed me starting to squirm, but the sight of Leah's half nude body got me so excited that I was sure that someone was going to notice. Dizzy from dehydration, I fumbled my way from the steam room to the showers. Overheated from my extended stay in the sauna, I let the cool water from the shower spill over my head until I regained my bearings. Coming slowly back to my senses, I had begun to lather myself with my soap when I heard the water from the adjacent shower stall begin to fall to the floor. As I turned in anticipation, I was not disappointed. The dark skinned woman from the sauna glanced at me over her should before stepping under the warm spray from above her head. I recall how her naked body looked from behind, how her back tapered in toward her perfectly rounded hips. How her firm ass giggled almost imperceptibly as it hovered above her long, muscular legs. As she turned her back to the spray from the shower to lather her arms, she stood facing me, her large breasts gently swaying with the movement of her arms. It must have been so obvious that I was starring at her, for when her eyes caught mine, she smiled at me broadly, and continued to hold my gaze as she proceeded to lather her chest and abdomen. Turning sideways, her eyes still fixed to mine, she arched her back, bending at the waist to lather her long brown legs. As I watched her, my hands almost instinctively moved to my pussy and my tits, my right crossed over my chest, gently plucking at my large, pink nipple; my left engaging the swollen tissue that is aching now beneath the moist folds of my labia. Leah's hands, still trailing soap, slide up the back of her calves, over the back of her thighs to her firm ass, the fingers of one slowly disappearing into valley created by her firm, round cheeks. My private show continued, as Leah slowly rinsed the soapy foam from her body. After shutting off the water, and toweling off her gorgeous figure, she stepped from her stall, and approached me. I remember barely being able to hear her as by heart pounded. "I'm Leah," she said, "care to join me for a cup of coffee?" "Sure" I stammered, standing naked in front of her, still dripping from my own shower. She reached up and grabbed my towel from the hook on the outside of the shower stall. As she brought it down, she paused, holding it out in front of me slightly, and slowly let her eyes fall down over my nude form. Smiling contently, she opened my towel, offering me to step into its waiting embrace. Turning, she lightly pranced away into the members change area. Frantically, I sped off into the guest locker area, and quickly dressed, obsessing over my chosen attire, and mentally going over how I'd explain the fact that I was wearing an old, unmatched tracksuit in the middle of a business day. To my surprise and relief, I was met outside of the change room by my caffeine companion who was wearing similar garb. Over a latte at Starbucks, we casually exchanged life stories, mine somewhat abbreviated, hers extensive and truly fascinating. She was married, in her late thirties, co-owner of a small communications and marketing firm with her husband. She went on to tell me that with the success of their business, she'd recently been able to begin to explore some of her own interests outside of work. She described her husband as kind, but an obsessive workaholic, with little time to devote to their relationship of late. Increasingly, she viewed the business as the reason that her husband has been so absent, but was careful not to be too critical, as it also enabled her to live as she did. As the afternoon progressed, she went on to discuss her years in college, where she described a very similar experience to mine, including her discovery of her propensity for other women. She shared with me some very intimate memories that excited me and were obviously stirring up some exciting emotions in her too. Though the conversation was not hard to follow, I felt my concentration lapse every so often, as the sight of Leah's firm boobs pressing from her tight shirt brought me back to moment we shared in the shower just minutes earlier. Not wanting the moment to end, I purposefully slowed my consumption, letting my coffee cool to the point where it was no longer palatable. Luckily, I didn't have to suffer through it very long before the offer came that I was so anxiously hoping for. "Do you want to continue this back at my place?" she asked. Without hesitation, I was on my feet and headed for the parking lot. As I climbed into the front seat of her Lexus, it was becoming clear to me what degree of business success shed actually experienced. The soft leather interior felt and smelled so luxurious. As we drove out of town toward the suburbs, our conversation was so relaxed and easy that you'd have sworn we'd be friends forever. The half-hour drive felt more like five minutes, and before I knew it, we were turning onto Leah's street. The finely manicured lawns and large homes reminded me of my old campus back in the valley. We turned, and pulled up in front of a beautiful brick home. "The neighborhood is practically dead during the day" she remarked. Stepping through the door, we approached the kitchen, bright and airy, with an exit door leading to the patio. I slip off my jacket as Leah pours us each a glass of Chardonnay. Proceeding glass in hand, we move from the kitchen to the living room, to a soft over-stuffed couch. We chatted briefly, sipping out wine, when an idea seemed to strike Leah. "We should go for a dip in the pool" she stated excitedly. "But I don't have a bathing suit" I replied. "Not to worry, the only ones that I own are at the cottage and the gym. I never where one to swim here" she boasted. "Even if there were someone home next door, their views are completely obstructed by the fence and the trees. I made sure of that when we built it". Leah took my hand, and led me down a dark stairwell, which opened into a cool area in basement of her house. Hanging on the wall along side some pool toys and hoses were a couple of white, terry-cloth robes. "Here", she said smiling, "you can throw this on if it'll make the walk to the water more comfortable for you". And with that, Leah doffed her attire, and peacefully strolled out into the back yard. I had the robe half way over one bare shoulder when I recalled myself standing naked in a shower stall across from this woman only hours earlier, masturbating in front of her while she gave me an impromptu peep show. As I timidly stepped from the shadow cast by the patio above the exit to the back yard, I felt the sun on my unclad skin, most likely for the first time in my life. I remember how warm it felt on my breasts and over my pelvis and hips, all areas that had never had direct UV contact. My eyes squinted to adjust to the lighting change, only to focus on Leah's nude form slipping into the pool's cool water. As she bounced up from the bottom, her breasts heaved from the water, breaking the surface like two resurfacing submarines, her dark brown nipples fully erect. Approaching the deep end of the pool, my pace quickened, and I launched myself from the deck, diving into the water's chill. As the sun did earlier, the water subjected my sensitive skin to previously untold sensations. Swimming along the bottom of the pool, I soon catch a blurred glimpse of Leah's legs stretching up to meet her round hips from the pool's depths. I swam toward her, surfacing immediately in front of her, allowing my wet face to softly caress her smooth breast as I stood. Blinking to rid my view of the water that dripped from my head, my vision is suddenly filled with Leah's face, as her soft, full lips make first contact with mine. Her tongue pierces through my lips and searches hungrily for contact. I feel her breath quicken as she exhales rapidly through her nose while keeping her seal on my mouth. Her hands grope frantically both above and below the surface of the water, over my now swelling titties and into the crack of my ass, pulling slightly sideways to reveal more of my puckered anus. We slowly waltz into the deeper water, toward the side of the pool. Leah pins me against the wall, maneuvering her legs to straddle herself over my thigh. As she begins humping against my leg, her huge tits floating their weight on the water's surface begin rhythmically rubbing against mine. With each breath, Leah's now beginning to emit a high pitched moan. I embrace her tightly and push my leg to meet her humping pelvis. Her lips suddenly break their seal on mine, and Leah blurts out, "I'm coming". With that, she throws her head back, and starts to moan and buck as if she were not longer in control of her limbs. I quickly take one of her large breasts into my mouth, sucking like mad on as broad a surface area as my mouth will allow, while squeezing the other in my free hand with as much force as I can muster. With eyes rolled back, she gasps for breath, rapidly returning to reality. "God damn it that felt great" she exhaled, resting her forehead on my shoulder. It no sooner landed there that I heard a voice from what sounded like inside of the house. "Hello….is anyone home?" the voice bellowed. "Shit, it's Bill" Leah gasped. I replied with the only obvious response to make when one's caught naked in a pool. "Who's Bill?" To be continued… Emma Meets a New Friend Ch. 2 Bill was a manager at Leah and her husbands firm, who would often courier documents to Leah for her to sign when she was 'working from home'. "Fuck" Leah sputtered, "I forgot that he was supposed to come by this afternoon." "What do we do?" I asked, watching Bill stride toward us down the pool deck as if in slow motion. "Not much we can do, hon," Leah whispered, "we've been caught." As Bill neared our end of the pool, he stopped mid-stride, obviously realizing what he'd walked in on. His eyes shifted immediately away, to the pool deck. His discomfort became painfully obvious. Bill was a handsome man, clean-cut and tastefully dressed in a crisp white dress-shirt with a bold, red power tie, dark pants and impeccably shined shoes. His sharp blue eyes pierced the tint of his sunglasses, and his facial features were sharp, and well defined. He was tall, accentuated even more by my perspective from the pool below. He was obviously athletic, with a lean waist and broad shoulders. He couldn't have been more than five years older than I was, and still had an innocence to his look. "Care to join us?" Leah blurted out, obviously noting Bill's discomfort as well. "Um, uh...well...I" is all that Bill could muster in response. "Come on, sweetie, no one needs to find out" Leah persisted. She approached the side of the pool, next to where I was standing, and planted her hands on the pool deck. With a hop, she sprang from the water, pulling herself up onto the pool deck, mere feet from where Bill was standing. The poor guy didn't know where to look. I could tell that he desperately wanted to fix his gaze squarely on Leah's naked, wet body, but felt it was inappropriate to do so. Leah approached Bill, water dripping from her body onto the stone deck. She reached out, and began undoing Bill's necktie. "Why don't you hop in" she continued, "there's someone here that I'd like you to meet." "But I...I don't....we uh...I just..." Bill stammered as Leah moved to unbutton his shirt. As she did, his shirt opened, revealing a smooth, bare chest with just a hint of light blond hair. Bill's skin looked pale in contrast to Leah's tanned hands, which now stroked Bill's bare chest as they removed his shirt. A noticeable lump was forming at the front of Bills trousers, and Leah immediately moved to release it from its confines. Undoing his belt, Leah swiftly moved to his zipper. Bill's pants fall away from his hips, landing in a crumpled heap around his ankles. He still has not moved from the position he was at when he realized that Leah and I were nude in the pool. His boxer shorts are deformed with the growing protrusion they contain, which Leah grasped with her wet hand, stroking gently. "I won't tell if you won't" Leah persisted. It was now a forgone conclusion. The poor guy didn't have a choice. He was standing poolside, pants around his ankles, his boss's wife stroking his hard-on. The only thing that was left to do was take off his shoes and jump in. As he stepped on the back of one shoe with the other to pry them off, Leah slipped her hands into the elastic of Bill shorts, and knelt before him as she guided his undies down his legs. Bill's stiff prick sprang up as Leah pulled the waistband over it, almost catching her nose as she bent in front of him. Now, perhaps it was the fact that I'd been so aroused at so many points during the day, or maybe it was simply the view I had from the pool below, but when my new lover knelt, with her still glistening wet skin, and began to felate her young co-worker's erection, I immediately felt my vaginal muscles beginning to quiver. Instinctively, my hand reached for my pussy, as I reached the other to caress the round form of Leah's ass. For the next couple of minutes, I continued to watch as Leah sucked on Bills fine, thick cock while I played with myself beneath the water, and with Leah on the deck above me. Leah's pussy was warm and slick, in contrast to the cool drips of pool water still dancing on her tanned skin. She responded to my touch, pushing back onto my hand at first, then shuffling her knees around to bring her ass closer to me. Now within reach, I was able to bring my face to Leah's ass, gently probing my tongue into her anal entrance, and down to her parted lips to taste her juices. Out of reach of my tongue, her clit was now being teased by her own fingers, frantically rubbing a circular pattern over the swollen tissue. Then suddenly, Leah turned, sitting herself on the deck, facing me now. She still had her hand wrapped around the base of Bill's prick, but had stopped her sucking. From my vantagepoint, I could see that Bill's scrotum had pulled his fine balls up tight to the underside of his cock. The head of his penis was purple, and seemed to almost strain for release. "Hop on out" Leah offered, "It's time for you to meet my friend Bill" she stated with a smile. "Bill, meet my friend Emma." "Hello" he stated, as if he were about to shake my hand. I laughed, and winked at him, which was the only appropriate thing that I could think to do at that moment. Leah pulled me to my knees on the deck. I distinctly remember how hard the stone tile felt on my knees. She spun around and lay beneath me, pulling my hips down toward her face. She then instructed Bill to kneel behind me and "treat me to some of his manhood" as she so eloquently put it. Feeling Bill's strong hands grasp my hips; I arched my back and reached around to grab his cock. It felt so large as I guided him toward my twat. He felt even larger when he entered me for the first time. The sensations were almost overwhelming; Bill sliding his thickness out of my vagina, and then pushing back in, over and over while Leah's tongue flicked my exposed clitoris. I recall at one point trying to concentrate enough to lick my lover's snatch below me, but my own pleasure sensations overtook me, and I just tossed my head back and shamelessly enjoyed how it felt. I'm not sure how I even had the wherewithal to notice, but atop a small metal table, just feet away from me, stood a bottle of tanning oil. Swiping it from the table with one hand, I opened the snap-lid, brought it behind me, and tipped it up, squeezing its warm contents over my anus. As I tossed it on the pool deck, I moved slightly forward, interrupting Bill's rhythmic stroking. Reaching back again with my oily hand, and grabbed my fine probe, and guided him to my puckered porthole, pressing his swollen head to my entrance. I felt Bill's grip tighten as he pressed his cock to my ass, his thumbs prying my cheeks apart in order for him to gain full access. I push back onto his pole, and I feel the familiar sensation as his head pops through my initial autonomic defenses. He pushes a second time, impaling me about mid-shaft when I hear him moan. "Oh god, I'm coming in your ass" Bill exclaimed, as his body began to shudder. His hips began bucking, as he attempted to shove the rest of his now spasmodic cock into my ass. I feel the pulsations of his juice as it struggles past my constriction to spew from the head of his penis, deep into my ass. As the grip of his orgasm loosens, so too does his grip on my hips, but he keeps his dick inside of me for as long as he can. Below me, Leah has had an unobstructed view of my sodomization, and is eager to continue her work on my clit. She grabs my hips to pull me lower, which serves to plop young Bill's now semi-flaccid penis from my hole. Its heaviness proves too inviting for poor Leah, who feels compelled to suck the milky white drippings from its head. I hear her slurping from under me as she finishes Bill's job, and then returns to mine. The tongue flicking I was treated to while Bill's cock was still in my pussy, has now made way for a full-on sucking from my older lover. Leah sucks and nibbles on my nubbin, grinding her face veraciously into my snatch. I feel Bill's giz begin to leak slowly from my ass, trickling down over my exposed vagina toward Leah's face below. She moans as his salty taste mixes with my musk, and she laps him up from my folds. As quickly as Bill was overcome by his penetration of my ass, so too am I by Leah's face-fuck. As my orgasm starts to wash over me, I grab one of my tits, squeezing and plucking at my big, pink nipple. The quivering in my vagina builds and turns to spasm. I begin to buck wildly atop my lover's face as shake my breast with my one free hand. My next conscious recollection is the smooth sensation of Leah's thigh against the side of my face. Left to recover in the warm sun, I lay back in one of the loungers that resided poolside while Leah helped Bill gather his clothes and escorted him to the house. She returned minutes later with a glass of lemonade. "Your poor knees" she said, remarking at the red abrasions that adorned each of my legs. "Small price to pay" I retorted, smirking. Leah laughed, and then leaned forward to kiss me. I could still taste Bill on her lips. As we broke our embrace, Leah sat back up, and raised her glass toward me. "To new friendships" she toasted. "To new friendships."