14 comments/ 184559 views/ 10 favorites Flirting with a Married Woman By: Bazzza Living down under, we've had the dangers of too much sun exposure drummed into us for a number of years. The depletion of the ozone layer is said to be responsible for the increase in the numbers of skin cancers, scary stuff really. On a Sunday morning, my current girlfriend and I were relaxing in bed after a more than satisfying sexual romp; we were much too drunk and full of food to do it the night before. I was lying contently on my stomach as she rubbed her hands over my back. "I think you should get some of these moles and freckles checked. Some of them seem to be getting bigger." she commented. Now like most single men, I avoid going to the doctor like the plague unless it's a life or death situation. But her comment scared the hell out of me, the next day I rang and made a late after work appointment to see my local doctor. All was looking good until I got to the surgery where I was informed that my usual doctor was on vacation, and that a locum was standing in for him. No problem I thought, Dr Rochard would be fine. I was somewhat surprised that Dr Rochard was a woman, and not an unattractive one at that. But it wasn't going to be a problem as I was only going to get the moles on my back checked. After explaining what my concerns were, she asked me to remove my shirt. For the next few minutes Dr Rochard poured over my upper body with a small scope. She then asked me to sit on a chair and examined my scalp through my hair. "Well, I don't think you've got anything to worry about. There's probably a few moles that I'll measure and would suggest that we keep an eye on just to be on the safe side. I think we should have a look at the rest of you while you're here and I've got a bit of time. " She immediately saw right through my dilemma and gave me the standard response, "Look, I'm a doctor and I don't think you've got anything I haven't seen before." She then smiled, "I know you might feel uncomfortable about this but it could save your life. You don't have to if you don't want to, but I'd recommend it with what I've seen so far." I relented, seconds later I lay nude and face down on the examination bed praying that no one would walk in the unlocked door. I have to admit that she was very thorough as she examined the heels of my feet and worked her way upwards leaving nothing out. She talked to me about things happening around our town and the rest of the world and I gradually become more comfortable with the situation. I was eventually asked to turn over and after examining between my toes she began working upwards. And then the unthinkable happened. I began to get aroused as she examined around my upper thighs and balls. I did everything to stop it; I began thinking about work, local politics, and problems with my car. I bit my lip and tongue but it was to no avail. My cock was soon standing to its proud six and a half inches. I've never been so embarrassed in my whole life, but Dr Rochard didn't miss a beat. "Don't worry about it." she said unassumingly, "It's quite natural. Anyway, it makes it easy to examine in that state." she joked. I just closed my eyes and wished for a quick death. A few minutes later it was all over, I was dressed, embarrassed and sitting in front of her desk while she made some notes on a computer. She then turned her attention back to me. "Okay, I think it was a good thing that you came in. There's nothing that looks ominous but I suggest you get checked at least once or year. Make sure that you don't get sunburnt and if you see any changes in your moles, then get them looked at immediately. I'll give you a brochure so you know what to look for." I nodded my thanks and bolted for the door. Being closer she reached it before me; she looked at me, and sensing my embarrassment she laughed. "Don't worry about it, I'll take it as a compliment. Anyway, you've not got too much to be embarrassed about it if you know what I mean. Just don't tell anyone I told you that." I just grinned stupidly at her as I walked out, she was still grinning as she closed the door behind me. For the next few weeks I cursed myself, for it was surely the most embarrassing moment in my life. I even had nightmares about her telling all of her colleagues about it. I got over it as time went past, after all, I'd probably never see Dr Rochard again. About six months later I was dating Annie, a blonde I'd met at a bar. As usual when dating someone new, I began to socialise with her circle of friends. They were generally a good bunch and I'm an easy going friendly sort of guy. While I like to laugh and joke a lot, I take care not to offend too many people. Then Annie invited me to a New Years Eve party which was being put on by one of her friends. For one reason or another we got there a little late and the BBQ's were working overtime for the sixty odd guests. Annie and I poured drinks from our bottles and began mingling with the other guests, some I'd met and others I hadn't. I didn't recognise her at first, but our eyes caught from opposite sides of the patio area. She looked over at me, raised her glass and smiled. Annie noticed, "Do you know her? She's a doctor." "Really?" I replied looking for the closest exit. But Annie took me by the arm and led me around talking to people and introducing me to those I hadn't met before. My eyes kept on drifting back to where I saw Dr Rochard, but she had thankfully disappeared, hopefully for the night. My anxiety began to wane after a few drinks and Annie and I got talking to a small group of people. We were soon chatting and laughing. It was a bit later when I ventured to the drinks table to find our bottles. I was pouring drinks when someone walked up beside me. "I hope you weren't avoiding me on purpose." said the voice next to me. I turned and found myself looking at Dr Rochard. I smiled, "Actually, yes I was." She grinned, "I don't know why. All my consultations are confidential. Rest assured, no one will ever know. Anyway, work is work and now its play time." "That was the most embarrassing moment of my life." "I see things like that every day." Then she laughed, "Well, not quite like that every day. It could've been far worse." "How so?" I inquired. "Well, you could've come in for a prostate check." I looked up at the sky as if in deep thought, "I dunno. I'd always go for a doctor with small fingers." Now it was most unfortunate that Dr Rochard had taken a mouthful of red wine at that precise moment. She first laughed at my comment, then choked and coughed. The contents of her mouth were soon upon my new cream shirt, I looked down as the red stain spread through the cotton material. "Oh shit, I'm sorry." she muttered trying to get herself back into some kind of fit state. I began to laugh, and then she did too. We were soon giggling like a couple of adolescent school kids. People around us stared as tears ran down our faces. Eventually we calmed down, but not before we made complete fools of ourselves. "Come with me and let's try and clean your shirt." she said taking me by the arm and leading me inside. She made me stand beside the kitchen sink while she sponged my shirt with a wet towel. "It was your fault for making me laugh." she said when finished and standing back looking at the damage. "Dr Rochard. If you promise never to mention how we first met, I'll take all the blame for the shirt." I suggested. She laughed, "Promise to call me Emma and it's a deal." Then we just stood and looked at each other for a few seconds. One would never call Emma beautiful, but there was just something about her that I found attractive. She had brown hair cut short, her green eyes were large and inquisitive. Freckles had been unsuccessfully covered with make up. Full lips had been enhanced with a pale glossy lipstick and were unable to hide her perfect teeth when she smiled. She wore simple clothes, a yellow top over blue jeans. Her breasts appeared to be small, and her buttocks may be deemed a little large by some, but I liked her and found her extremely desirable. What I didn't like was the engagement and wedding ring on her left hand. She noticed me looking at her rings and smiled; then Annie appeared. "What happed to your shirt?" she asked. "It was my stupid fault." Emma told her. "Hopefully it will come out." Emma soon disappeared and Annie dragged me back outside to the action. My eyes would however drift and more than once caught Emma's eyes. As the night progressed we found ourselves talking to each other again, and having a little too much to drink I was in fine form. A group of about ten of us stood close to a swimming pool relating humorous stories and generally telling lies. At midnight we counted down to the New Year and there were the usual hugs and kisses. Emma approached me, gave me a hug and then planted her lips on mine. I was surprised when her tongue slipped through my lips and found mine. It lasted only a few seconds before she pulled away and looked at me before moving on. As the party wound down I wondered about the significance of the kiss. Was it an indication of something more than a New Years kiss? I watched out for her as people started to leave, I hung back just to get another glimpse of her. My eyes drifted until I caught sight of her walking arm in arm with man I suppose could only be her husband. He was tall and distinguished looking with greying hair. He looked older than Emma, but the poor light could've been playing tricks. I watched as Emma turned and looked around her, her eyes found mine and her lips began to curl into a smile before someone engaged her in conversation. Seconds later she was gone. It was only a few days later that our paths crossed again, this time at a beach party. My heart lifted when I saw her and then soared when she smiled. We were soon drawn together and after we politely asked about out respective prostate and fingers, we fell back into our humorous dialogue and began teasing each other. It was like a game that we both wanted to play. I was eventually introduced to her husband Des, who was a professor at a local university. He was quietly spoken and obviously very intelligent. He looked ten years older than Emma but he had the looks that that younger women no doubt would find attractive. Others would join us and then move away to mingle with the rest of the party goers. When I got the chance I would drop my eyes to feast upon Emma's tanned legs, her cut off jean shorts only just hiding the splendours above. Our encounter only stopped when Annie arrived and broke it up. The months passed and Annie's friends became mine even though our relationship was beginning to falter for no other reason than the spark had gone out. Annie had her suspicions that I had a thing for Emma even though I denied them. She also suggested one night that Emma was a bit too familiar with me which I also shrugged off. I now played golf with the some of the men which was good for both private and business networking, at night we often would go bowling as a group. As autumn set in, we arranged a night at a thermal springs about an hours drive out of town. I was again pleased when I saw Emma; I sat and watched her as she tackled the high slides and twisting tubes with all the enthusiasm of a child. I was sitting alone after coming back first from the bar when she saw me from the edge of the pool. She waved, pulled herself from the steaming water and walked over to where I was sitting. I wanted to drop my eyes to the black one piece bathing suite she was wearing but her eyes held mine. "Hi, I hoped you were going to turn up." she said. Emma picked up a towel from a bag beside an adjacent table and wrapped it around her waist before I could get a good look. She then reached over and took my beer from my hand, as she tilted her head back to drink, the towel dropped to the ground and I got a close look at her strong thighs and prominent pubic mound. She caught my gaze and laughed, "Let me know when you've had a good look, hopefully I won't have frozen to death." I was embarrassed, I picked up and handed over her towel, after returning my now half empty beer, she replaced the towel around her waist once more. "I'd ask you to get me a beer too, but I'm not sure you could stand straight." she suggested. I looked up at her pretty face, even wet and without makeup she still did it for me. "You're getting too familiar. I don't know whether to put you over my knee and spank you or ravish your body." I suggested. She grinned, "I'd probably go for both, but you'd have to ask my husband first." That got my hopes up, "Do you think he'd say yes?" "Probably not, but you never know. No ones ever asked him that before." she replied. "Does he own a gun?" I asked. She grinned, "Several, his favourites an old under and over shotgun." "Is he a good shot?" "Extremely, shoots competitively." "Do you mind if I forgo asking him whether I can spank you?" I asked sarcastically. Emma laughed, "Probably a good idea, gunshot wounds are such messy things. I suppose the rampant sex is now out of the question too? " She turned, dropped the towel, walked back to the pool and slipped in before I found the courage to answer that. As it got later, the pools emptied as the families took their children home leaving all the amenities for the adults. About an hour before closing time, most of us were just socialising after eating and drinking to excess. Emma stood and began walking towards the slides again; she looked at me and gave me a wink as she passed. I let her go but followed after a watching her exit the tubes a few times. It was cool as I climbed the wooden tower and was shivering by the time I got to the top. Emma was standing in line behind a few people I didn't know. She smiled as I approached, "I was hoping you'd come up here." she said snuggling in to me to escape the wind. It felt good as her hand found mine. We stood back as those in front disappeared into the tube of swirling water and we were soon alone. "Come." she said and led me towards the tube, we were soon lying beside each other on the flat edge before the drop off. "Hold on so we stay up here." she suggested and then lowered her lips onto mine. It felt electric as we kissed passionately; her arms circled my neck and pulled me tight as our tongues caressed. I let go with one arm and explored her body, after a few seconds I ran my hand up between her thighs but her hand reached down and stopped me as I approached her pussy. She didn't break the kiss so I presumed I wasn't in too much trouble. As we lay there, we could hear people climbing the stairs and we knew we'd soon have company. Suddenly Emma kicked away from me and disappeared into the tube. I laughed and followed, being heavier I began to catch up and we were soon locked in a wrestle as we approached the end of the tube and then smashed into the pool at the bottom. Emma kicked away from me as we surfaced; we got a few laughs from friends as we moved to the edge of the pool. We never got a chance to be alone again that night as there was a last clamber for the tubes before it closed. I didn't see Emma again for another couple of weeks due to out of town work commitments, although she was never far from my mind. I'd always shied away from having relationships with married women as they tended to get messy. But I knew that I'd make an exception for Emma as she was something special. I just really found her appealing. What I didn't know was what her agenda was? I didn't think she was promiscuous or even a flirt; I just hoped it was mutual attraction. On my return home on Friday afternoon, I found a phone message from Emma requesting my attendance at a small dinner party at her home on the following night. I called back and confirmed by leaving a message on her phone. Not wanting to arrive alone, I asked Tina to accompany me. By this time Annie was long gone, and Tina and I'd got talking one night in a video store. After discussing the merits of various movies we swapped phone numbers, tomorrow night would be our first date. I noticed Emma giving Tina the once over when we arrived and for good reason. Tina had scrubbed up pretty well. When I had originally chatted her up in the video store she was dressed in baggy old track pants and a T shirt but still looked pretty good. I was pleasantly surprised when she appeared in a black flared short skirt and a green top. Emma and Des had invited five people; another couple whom I'd met previously, and an attractive woman named Leanne whom I'd not had the pleasure. The night started like any other night, we socialised for a while before sitting down to eat a spectacular four course meal. We then drifted into the lounge and socialised further until around one in the morning. Emma and I managed to eye each other from time to time but it was difficult to do anything else. As we were preparing to depart I carried a few glasses and empty bottles from the lounge to the kitchen. I intentionally stood close to Emma who was alone. She looked up at me and smiled, "So, what are your intentions tonight?" I was puzzled, "What do you mean?" "Will you be spending the night with Tina?" "Probably not. It's our first date." "If you don't, how about coming back? There's something I want to talk to you about." I was further puzzled but could hear voices getting closer to the kitchen. Emma put her hand on my arm, "Please, I want you to come back here." We were then interrupted by Des and Tina arriving with the remaining glasses. As I drove Tina home, I was intrigued by Emma's request to return. I didn't hear a word as Tina gabbled away beside me. I then tried to look disappointed when Tina suggested that she was too tired to ask me inside, but maybe another night. The message was clear, I like you but I don't do it on the first date, although I might on the second. After a quick kiss, I was soon speeding back towards Emma's home. My cell phone rang when I was nearly there; it was Emma just making sure I was coming back. She sounded relieved when I advised I was nearly there, she then put the phone down without another word. Emma opened the door as I walked up the steps, she looked nervous and took my hand. "Before we go in, I want to ask you something?" "Shoot." "Do you really like me?" I grinned, "You must know that I do." She returned my grin, "Good. What's going to happen in there is sort of weird, but I want you to hear us out." I nodded, and Emma led me back into the lounge where Des and Leanne were sitting on a couch. Even more intrigued than I was before, I sat down opposite them while Emma found a foot stool to sit on. "Does he know yet?" Leanne asked Emma. "No, I haven't said anything." Emma replied. She then turned to me. "Des and I have decided to separate. It's been coming for a while but now that he's met Leanne, he wants to move in with her." I was asking myself what this had to do with me but refrained from asking. Des quickly realised my confusion, "It's a question of liability really. As we're not legally separated; if I sleep with Leanne it would be considered adultery. While our separation is currently amicable, who knows what may happen in the future. However, if Emma also slept with someone else, we would be equal partners in guilt if you know what I mean." Now, I know that I'm not overly bright but I was still struggling with what was being proposed. Leanne laughed, "It's easy really; do you want to fuck Emma? If you do then I can fuck Des. I really want you to fuck Emma because I really want to fuck Des and he wants to fuck me." Emma shot her an evil look, "Leanne, do you have to be so coarse?" Leanne turned to Emma, "Look, Des and I have yet to actually do it and we're both getting impatient. Let's just make it happen." Flirting with a Married Woman Emma nervously turned to me, "Do want to spend the night with me? You don't have to if you don't want to." I looked at Emma and I knew there was no question. After a few seconds I turned to Des, "Are you comfortable with this?" He nodded, "Most certainly. Emma and I've been married for over twenty years and it's good to end it amicably. I can assure you that there'll be no problems." I turned back to Emma, "Do you want to do this with me?" Emma looked at me seriously before answering, "Absolutely." She then stood and took my hand, "Come." I stood and began to follow when Des called out to Emma; she turned as he approached her and took her into his arms. "I'll always love you." he said She looked at him affectionately, ""I know, and I'll always love you too." Even though the whole thing was unusual, I felt quite moved at their open feelings towards each other. Emma was soon leading up a set of stairs and along a hall leading to a bedroom. Inside, the lights were turned down low and a champagne bucket stood beside a turned down bed. She removed the chilled bottle and handed it to me to open while picking up two glasses. I filled the glasses and returned the bottle to the ice. Emma sat on the bed and handed me a glass. She took a sip and lowered the glass. "I want you know that you're very special to me. I don't want you to think that I'm just using you because that's not the case. Des suggested that I do this as he knew that I had a thing for you. You made me laugh when I was down, and you made me feel attractive and desirable again when my husband told me he wanted to end our marriage." "Doctors surgeries do that for me, they always give me an erection." I commented flippantly. It took a second for her to click to what I was talking about, she grinned and threw a pillow at me, "Here I am pouring my heart out to you and all you can do is joke. It's true, all men are bastards." I reached over and pulled her close, our lips touched and our tongues found each other. I ran my hands over her body before guiding her to her feet. Reaching behind her I fumbled for a zip which I then slid down the small of her back. I eased the dress from her shoulders and then pushed it down over her hips letting it fall to the floor. She stepped out of the dress and then slipped her shoes off. I held her at arm's length so that I could look at her. In the poor light I couldn't tell whether her bra and panties were blue or black but it didn't matter. Emma looked beautiful. She began undoing my shirt and slipped it off; she knelt in front of me and removed my shoes and socks before standing and turning her attention to my trousers. They were soon on the floor. We stood together and kissed; I reached around and expertly unclipped her bra. Leaning back she let it drop to the floor. Her breasts were small but her nipples were large and erect. She sighed as I lowered my mouth and teased each of them gently, and then she lowered herself onto the bed. I climbed on the bed and kissed her while running my hands over her body; I avoided her pussy as I wanted to tease her just a little. "It feels strange having someone else touch me." she whispered as I began suckling her nipples. "Do you want me to stop?" Emma chuckled, "Nope, it's bearable." I ran my tongue down her stomach brushing her panties and began flicking her thighs with my tongue. Her legs slightly bent opened invitingly. Moving downwards I knelt between her thighs and traced her panty line with my tongue. She tensed as I tickled her navel and then slipped my tongue down between her thighs. I could feel the warmth radiating from under the sheer material of her panties. "That's nice." she whispered. I continued teasing her through her panties for a short time before easing the material to one side. "Oooh." she sighed as my tongue slipped into the damp warmth. Initially, she lay still as my tongue explored her clitoris and opening, then she started to push back and rotate her hips on my face. She lifted herself from the bed as I rolled her panties down over her buttocks and then lifted her legs high so I could remove them entirely. In the faint light I looked over her pussy for the first time, a layer of thick dark curls almost hid her small lips. But with her panties now gone, I could work on her properly. I carefully eased her lips apart with my fingers and lowered my face between them. I gently teased her clit with my tongue and then slid a finger inside her. Slowly and gently I began to work on her, I could feel her twitch as my tongue flicked across her clit. She soon began to move against me and I matched her rhythm. "Mmmmm, it's going to get awfully messy down there if you keep doing that." she whispered. I ignored her comment and continued with the chore in hand, she sighed in submission and began stroking my hair in encouragement. "Don't say I didn't warn you." she said a short time later. By now my face was soaking with her juices, it brought me some satisfaction that she enjoying herself. "Ooooh, I'm getting close." she whispered as her movements became more laboured. It only encouraged me further. "Ooooh fuuuuck." Emma moaned loudly as she orgasmed. She lifted her buttocks from the bed and rotated her pussy hard against my face. Then all of a sudden I was engulfed in a warm gush of her juices. I continued tweaking her clitoris with my tongue as her warm juices ran down my face and onto the bed. She soon lowered herself back onto the bed and relaxed. I raised my face and looked up between her thighs. Her head was relaxed on the pillow, her eyes were closed and she was wearing a dreamy post orgasmic smile. Eyes opened and she looked down at me. "Oh dear, what a mess. I did warn you." I just grinned. "Hang on a sec and I'll clean you up." she said as she rolled off the bed and disappeared through a door. I could hear water running and then she returned with a face cloth, sitting on the bed she sponged my face and neck. After checking she'd done a good job she looked at me and smiled. "Okay, you can go now." She watched the uncertainty in my face and grinned. "Just joking." she said and then kissed me on the lips before pushing me back onto the bed. She straddled my chest and began sliding down the length of my body as she went, kissing my lips, neck and nipples. I tried to guide her pussy onto my cock but she dodged the impending assault and continued downwards. Her tongue glided over my stomach until it reached my cock, she took it in her hand and stroked it. "Now, haven't we met before somewhere?' she asked it. Without waiting for an answer she lowered her mouth onto the head and sucked it gently, I could feel her tongue moving over the eye. She then lowered her mouth further down the shaft and sucked noisily back up. It felt good. For next few minutes she sucked my cock slowly making sure I didn't orgasm. She then moved upwards and positioned her pussy over my cock. Leaning forward and looking down she watched my cock slide deep into her. While her pussy sopping wet, it was tight over my cock and I could feel every incredible inch of her as it slid up and down. Emma opened her eyes and looked down at me, "It feels different. Des is the only man I've been with in over twenty years." I didn't know how to reply to that, I pulled her down and kissed her. For a time we lay intertwined while Emma moved slowly up and down on me. She then rolled onto her side and eased me on top as she rolled onto her back. As I began sliding in and out of her, she tried her legs in various positions before settling with then tight around my buttocks. With her arms holding me close, we kissed and petted as we made love. She encouraged me to a slow rhythm which we could maintain for as long as we liked. It was a position that we could be close and comfortable. It was Emma that first noticed that we weren't alone, she pinned me to a stop and looked across the room; my gaze followed hers. Standing ten feet away from the bed was her husband dressed only in jeans. "Des, what are you doing in here?" "The thought of you doing it with some one else is exciting. I wanted to watch you for a while." he said. "This isn't fair. This isn't what we agreed to." "I know, but let me stay just for a few minutes." 'No. Why aren't you with Leanne?" Des laughed, "We've already done it; I finished too quickly. There goes my reputation." "Serves you right. Time you left us alone." she replied. "C'mon Emma, lets see you suck his cock for a minute, then I promise to leave." I could sense Emma hesitate, she then kissed me on the forehead. "Do you mind?" she asked. "Then we can be alone again." "Sure." I replied without hesitation. Emma rolled out from under me and then knelt between my thighs; she stroked my cock a few times and then lowered her mouth onto it. She sucked me deep and slow; the noise clearly audible for all to hear. She lifted her mouth and looked over at Des, "How's that, is that what you wanted to see?" He had moved closer for a better look, "That looks fantastic, how about sitting on his cock?" By now Emma had resigned to the fact the only way to get rid of him was to give him what he wanted. She moved upwards and straddled me easing my cock back inside her. Des had moved to the end of the bed and had a perfect view of her pussy rising and falling on my cock. After about thirty seconds Emma raised herself and turned around so that her back to me, she slipped down onto my cock again and leaned back. "How about that?" she asked Des. "Take a good look because that's all you're getting." She then rolled off me and pulled the sheet over her. Des realised that his time was up and left the room without another word. "Sorry about that, I should've locked the door." she said. I laughed, "Its okay." Emma slid back under me, reaching down she took my cock and guided it back into her again. Her legs were soon around my back and she eased me back into rhythm. "How about finishing inside me?" she asked. I needed no further encouragement and began to speed up; the unique tightness of her sopping pussy soon had me on the verge of orgasm. I raised her legs high over my shoulders as I began filling her pussy with cum. She chuckled, "I can feel it squirting inside, I've never felt that before. It's quite nice." Emma held me tight and nibbled on my right ear as I relaxed, then cuddled in beside me as I rolled over on my back. She didn't stay there long before she reached for the face cloth and placed it between her thighs. At least we wouldn't have to put up with a wet patch. Both content and comfortable, we slipped off to sleep. It was the light streaming in under the curtains that woke me; it took a second to remember where I was and who with. Emma was still curled up beside me; I lifted the sheet and looked over her nude body in the light of day for the first time. Her skin was a mix of both smooth light and dark skin. She stirred with the cool air and rolled over on her back, her eyes opened briefly and she smiled up at me. "What are you up to?" she asked. "Just gazing at the scenery." She laughed, "Just so long as you're intentions are honourable." "And what if they're not?" "Mmmm. What if I told you I'm not that type of girl." It was my turn to laugh, "Well, I guess I'd just have to accept it." Her grin got bigger, "Liar. You'd never take no for an answer." "I'd just have to convince you that it'd be fun." "Mmmm. You can try, but life's full of uncertainties." "Really?" I asked. "Really." she replied rolling on her side away from me. I rolled her gently over on her back and kissed her gently. She resisted briefly by keeping her mouth closed but then opened her mouth and let our tongues touch. For the next few minutes, we kissed and caressed. My cock was now erect and pressing hard into her thigh as I lay beside her; she reached down and pushed it upwards away from her. I let my hand wander down and stroke her thighs but as I moved upwards she crossed her legs firmly before I got to her pussy. "Don't get too confident, I haven't made up my mind yet." she said. I grinned, she was just playing hard to get. I slid downwards and began sucking on her nipples, already half erect under the cool air they were soon hard. Her breathing deepened and I knew I was on the right track. "That cheating." she murmured after awhile. "All's fair in love in war." I suggested. "Tell you what. How about you make us a nice hot coffee while I have a quick shower, then maybe I'll let you have your evil way with me ." she suggested. "How about you make the coffee while I stay up here? After all, I don't know my way around the kitchen. " There was no reaction for a few seconds; then Emma began to pretend to snore. Realising I wasn't going to win; I leapt off the bed, took hold of Emma's arms and dragged her off the bed towards the shower. We both laughed when she managed to break free and leapt back on the bed. "Coffee's now." she instructed me in mock seriousness. I stood back and bowed in submission. "Can I have a shower first?" I asked. She just grinned at me standing beside the bed with half an erection. After the quickest shower in history, I put my jeans on and went downstairs to the kitchen. Now, it's not every day that I see two nude women in the space of a few minutes, but there in the kitchen was Leanne moving around without a stitch of clothing. She grinned at my surprise and stood facing me so I could get a good look. "I'll put some clothes on if you want. But I hate wearing them when I don't have to." I shook my head as I took her attributes in. "Not if you don't mind me looking." I replied. She laughed, "Look all you want, I like men looking at my body." I could see why, her curvy figure body was tanned all over; both nipples and her belly button were pierced with gold rings. A tattoo of a heart was visible to the left of her shaved pubic mound; her legs were long and slim "Do you like my latest piercing?" she asked reaching down and spreading her pussy lips exposing a small ring through her clit. "Err, very nice." I replied. "It looks a little delicate though." Leanne bent and looked down at her pussy. "It sure is, I've already caught it a couple of times and learnt the hard way." "Hope Des hasn't got a Prince Albert, that'd be a disaster." I commented. She pursed her lips in imaginary pain before tuning away to the bench as the toaster fired two pieces of bread into the air. For the next few minutes we worked around each other finding trays, plates and coffee and cups. I have to admit it was somewhat erotic being close to a nude woman whom I'd not been intimate with, and found myself getting aroused. Luckily, Leanne disappeared with a grin and her tray before it became too noticeable. I was still grinning when I returned upstairs with two strong coffees. Emma was standing beside the bed drying her hair, she quickly observed my amusement. "What's up with you?" "Nothing much. Leanne was just showing me her tattoos and piercings, all of them." Emma pulled a face, "What do you mean; all of them?" "Boobs, navel and below." She stopped drying her hair, "You mean she only had her underwear on?" "Nope, not even that. It's the first clitoral piercing I've ever seen." Emma thought about it for a few seconds and then grinned. "Oh well, Des always wanted a slut and now he's got one." I placed the coffees on the bedside table and got back on the bed, moving over towards the middle I made room for Emma. She reached down and pulled a sheet over her nude body before reaching for her coffee. We sat with just our shoulders touching as we sampled the coffee, it was good and strong. "So, now I'm gonna be a single girl, I'll be looking for some company. You interested?" "Will I get my moles checked for free?" I asked innocently. She laughed, slipped her hand under the sheet and over to my cock, "I can assure you that you'll get them checked free and often. Anyway, what about your new friend Tina?" I hesitated before answering, "Well, we could always get together for the odd threesome." I felt her hand squeeze my cock firmly, "I don't think so. As a doctor I should warn you that sort of behaviour could be dangerous to your health, in more ways than one." I tried not smile, "In other words, you're not interested?" "Not in the slightest. Anyway, when I first met you in the surgery that day, I thought you were kind of cute. Didn't exactly take you for the kinky type." "I'm not really. I'm just exploring boundaries." She chuckled, "There's not many. Be around, be nice, and you'll get lots of loving." I pretended to think about it, "Sounds okay, but I haven't sampled enough of the goods to make a justified decision." "Really." she said while placing her coffee on the table. Pulling the sheet back quickly, she spun around and sat on me pinning my cock to my navel. Her parted pussy lips were damp as they slid along my cock. She lowered her face to mine and kissed me, lightly at first but then more passionately. I tried to lift her and slide my cock into her, but she pinned me tightly with her thighs. She lifted her face and offered her nipples to my face. I eagerly took one into my mouth and nibbles on it, I could feel it harden. Satisfied I moved to the other. Emma's breathing deepened as she continued sliding her pussy along my cock. "How about now, are you convinced yet?" she asked. "Mmmm, I think so." I replied. "That's good." she replied as she raised one leg and guided my cock into her." I savoured the ecstasy as her pussy slipped slowly down over my cock; the tight wet warmth was overwhelming. "Mmmm, I'm really convinced now." I suggested. Emma grinned down at me, "So you should be. And as your doctor, I should warn you that it'll only get better." I could just about live with that.