8 comments/ 29131 views/ 11 favorites A Long Time Waiting By: Storm62 This has taken me longer to write than I thought, mainly because it kept getting longer. Hope you like. All participants over eighteen (well over in one case!) --- I was stood in front of the little dustcart, watching some of the participants of the 'walk for life' as they walked around. The 'walk for life' was a twenty-four hour charity thing and the council had donated the use of the little dustcart to keep the site tidy without charge to provide support. Several of us had volunteered to crew it throughout the twenty-four hours, also free of charge. Bill and I had just taken over for the last eight-hour shift. The idea of the walk was to have at least one person walking at all times throughout the whole twenty-four hours. According to the pair we had not long relieved the night had been full of fun and frolics as people tried to stay awake, to keep others awake. Now it was early morning and things were much quieter, only two people determinedly marching around. Bill had nipped off to Maccies to get us some breakfast as the smell of bacon from the various tents was making the pair of us ravenous. People who had managed to get some sleep were waking and taking over from the heroes of the small hours. I poured myself a coffee from the flask and sipped it, smiling at a couple of people who walked past. A girl of no more than twenty years old came up and dropped a pair of black sacks onto the pile at the rear of the truck. "Can I have some replacements?" She asked, coming up to me. "Sure." I replied, opening the cab door and grabbing a handful of fresh bags. I handed them over and caught her looking at me somewhat intently. At first I was a little put out by this until I looked closer at her and realised her face was familiar. "Do I know you?" I asked as she took the refuse sacks from me. "You've seen me, but you don't know me, no." She said, cryptically. "You a friend of my niece then? She's about your age." "I don't think so." She grinned enigmatically. "Oh come on, make an old man happy. Exactly where have I seen you?" I smiled. The girl smiled back. "All right then. You emptied the bins in Bastogne Close for a few years?" "I've done most of the closes in this town at one time or another, but yes, until about three years ago I drove the dustcart that did Bastogne Close." She was giving me an amused look, waiting for the recognition she was sure would come, a sparkle in her green eyes. And then it hit me. "You were one of my four girlfriends!" Four schoolgirls had always waved at the RCV when we saw them. "What!!?" She laughed. "The rest of the crew always called the four of you my girlfriends, because you all seemed to wave to me whenever school was out and we were collecting, that started about six or seven years back." "Well, I don't know exactly why the other three copied me waving," She smiled, "But I liked to see you smile when you waved back." I was actually quite surprised by her reply: It had been a joke between the crew, four schoolgirls waving at someone old enough to be their father. Then I remembered something else. "You were the one who gave me the Christmas cards; the blondish one who could actually roller-skate. The other three were very wobbly." "Oh my god, you were looking at us after all!" She laughed, shaking out her now properly blonde hair. "And what were you thinking about while you looked at us; something bad?" She was teasing now. "If I remember, I was thinking 'why are these girls waving to me?'" I said and then decided I was allowed some teasing in return. "And 'that one who actually can skate is developing a nice looking bottom'." I smirked as she reddened slightly. "I'd better get back." She said, trying to cover her embarrassment as she turned and walked away. "I see I was right!" I called out to her retreating back. She stopped, looked over her shoulder, grinned, patted her backside and then carried on, swaying her hips exaggeratedly. I laughed and gave her a wave as she ducked inside one of the tents. Bill came up beside me and handed me the bag with my breakfast in it. "What's going on? I leave for a couple of minutes and you suddenly start chatting up attractive young women." "It's not like that Bill," I grinned, "In fact it's better. You remember 'the four girlfriends'?" He nodded slowly. "She was the cute one who started the waving!" I laughed. "Huh! I don't believe you." "Ask her yourself." I shrugged. "What's her name then?" He asked grumpily. "I didn't ask." I shook my head. "Pillock!" He clipped me around the back of the head. "You still can't get it right can you?" "Never could, never will." I grinned and took out my breakfast. "Looks like you'll get another chance." Bill nudged me and pointed: The girl was coming back over to where we stood. As she got closer Bill called out: "Hey sweetie! You don't want to bother with him," He jerked his thumb in my direction, "He's gay, you know?" Bill was always pulling my leg about my lack of success with women, saying I must give off the wrong vibes. "I bloody well am not!" I said through a mouthful of breakfast. "I don't think so." The girl smiled. "I'll prove it." "How?" Bill asked. "Like this!" With a jerk she lifted her jumper and momentarily flashed her naked breasts at us. Bill and I both stared open-mouthed in shock. "See, same reaction from both of you; if he's gay, so are you!" She laughed, we joined in. "Anyway, I was wondering when you were going to start chucking that rubbish away, we've got a broken chair we want to get rid of." "We were going to leave it until everyone seemed to be awake; it makes a lot of noise. Just drop the chair with the rest and we'll throw it on." I said. "I remember the noise. And I was sort of hoping I could sling it into the back myself, I always wanted to try that." She gave us a huge grin. "That's okay with me, but it's a strange thing for a girl to want to do." "Maybe I'm not like other girls." She said shyly. "No, I don't think you are." I smiled. "I'm Dave, this scruffy git is Bill." I held out my hand. "Emma." She said, shaking my proffered hand in amusement. "I'll bring the chair over when I hear you start the truck." With that she turned away again. Part way back to her tent she twisted back around. "After over six years my fantasy guy has a name at last." She called before disappearing into the tent again. Bill and I looked at each other astounded. "Did she just say what I think she said?" I asked Bill. "She did," He said, "And I don't believe it, it was a joke, not reality." He shook his head slowly. "I just can't believe it." "What? That I'm an attractive girl's secret crush?" "No. That she can find her way about without her guide dog." He laughed. "Git!" --- We threw the collected sacks of the night into the dustcart about an hour later. Emma came over and she threw the broken chair in and I let her press the button that ran the back. She seemed remarkably pleased with such a simple act. After that Bill and I settled back to watch the event for a while. Now there were more people awake and walking it was mildly diverting. The walkers thinned out again and then the organisers blew a whistle. Suddenly the course was packed again, and with all the walkers in fancy dress, mostly as some sort of medical staff. I looked at Bill and he looked at me. We both just shrugged, neither of us had any idea what was happening. Emma walked around past us as one of the sexiest nurses I'd ever seen. On an impulse I fell in step beside her. "Hi! What's the deal with the whistle and the dressing up?" I asked. "Hello again Dave." She gave me a sweet smile. "It's a friendly competition to make things more interesting. At certain times they blow the whistle and we all come out in the appropriate costume. They award points for originality, authenticity and so on, to each entered group. We're doing quite well." "So you're not really a nurse then?" I asked with a grin. "Maybe I am?" Emma teased again, a sparkle in her eyes. "Why?" "Well, I've a terrible pain in all the diodes down my left hand side." I smiled, putting my hand on the faux injury. "Are you in BUPA? I don't do NHS work." She laughed. "Just the RAC." I grinned. I had done a complete circuit with her, so I stopped by the truck again. "Thanks for the info." "No prob. Pity you're not covered." She waved and went on. "Nice 'Hitch Hikers' reference by the way." She called out. "What the hell was that about Dave?" Bill asked, stepping up beside me. "I think I was flirting." "You? Flirting? With a real girl?" He shook his head. "That's what it seemed like. It's been a while, so I can't be sure." I grinned. "Huh! As if the day isn't weird enough already, now you're getting delusional. It must be getting up so early on a Sunday." --- And so it went for the rest of the event, sarky comments and brief periods of keeping the field tidy. I missed one of the fancy dress sections when I went to the nearest shop to get a snack but I caught the final one. The theme seemed to be something like 'Law and Order'; there were cops and robbers, prisoners, a wild west sheriff, some guy in a suit claiming he was an embezzler, even a couple of superheroes. This time Emma was a policewoman. It didn't look like a costume, more like the real thing. I wondered if it might be hers. As I fell in beside her again she greeted me with a grin. "Hi Dave. What are you meant to be?" She asked. "I'm a council driver who breaks all sorts of traffic laws." I smiled back. "Really?" She said raising her eyebrows. "In that case...." She tailed off. I felt something metallic encircle my wrist and when I looked down I saw that she had handcuffed me to herself. "I hope you've got the key for those." I half joked. "Of course I have." "You really a member of the constabulary then? The uniform looks real." "The uniform is: I'm not. It was my mothers, she was with the police." "It looks good on you anyway Emma." "It's a bit tight around my bust and my bottom." She said wriggling a little. "Like I said; it looks good." I grinned wolfishly. "You're awful." She laughed. "So, if you're not a nurse and you're not in the police, what do you do?" "I work part-time in a shop at the moment but I'm actually studying to be a physiotherapist." "That sounds interesting. Any reason?" "Well, you remember a couple of years after we started waving you'd sometimes see me out jogging in the morning?" I nodded, remembering that she had still waved although her friends only did so when the four of them were together. "I hurt my ankle late that summer and had to go and get physio on it. It sort of caught my imagination for some reason and I decided that it was something I'd like to try and do." "And that decision had nothing to do with running your hands over studly young athletes I suppose?" I asked jokingly. "NO!" She snapped and then reddened. "Maybe a little bit." She said sheepishly. I just laughed. We continued going round for a while, just talking, until I felt I ought to get back to what I was supposed to be doing. I held up my cuffed hand. "Well officer, I should get back to work, what about these?" "Oh, I suppose I can let you off with some community service." She gave me her prettiest smile. "Meaning?" I asked. "I volunteered to stay and help tidy up after the event, and being as you and your dustcart are going to be here too, I was hoping to scrounge a lift home." "I can't really drop you off in the truck," I said dubiously, "someone might report it." Her face fell a little. "But if you're prepared to come to the yard while I take it back, I can take you home in my car." Her face brightened again. "That would be fine." "You just want a trip in a dustcart don't you?" I mockingly accused. Emma nodded enthusiastically. "You are an odd girl Miss." I smiled. "So everyone tells me." She laughed. "All right. When we're done, come and find me." "Thanks Dave." At that I started to move away, back to the truck. She gave me a little wave, just like the first time I ever saw her all those years ago. I was slightly dazed by the events of the day, the half day really, but I knew that in that short time Emma had become special to me although I was sure nothing would come of it. Then another thought hit me: It wasn't a short time; it had been nearly seven years building to this. The waving, the Christmas cards, the glimpses of her jogging, it had all been leading to this day. I shook myself. 'Don't be so bloody silly man,' I told myself, 'she's a girl half your age who is interested in oddball things. Get a grip.' I got back to the dustcart and was met by a grinning Bill. "You can shut up before you start." I said. "I never said a word." He smirked. "Your unaccustomed silence speaks volumes." I leant against the cab door. "I just told her I'd take her home after the tidy up at the end." I sighed. "I must be mad." "You know Cindy is picking me up from here when we finish?" "Oh hell! I forgot that. What is it going to look like when she finds out it's just me and her?" "You'll have to tell me tomorrow." He grinned. "Just don't leave anything incriminating in the truck when you leave it in the yard." He stepped away as I swung at his amused face. "You know nothing will happen." I snapped. "No. You THINK nothing will happen. Or maybe you HOPE something will happen." He was really enjoying taking the Mickey. "Sometimes Bill, you're a real pain in the ass." I stormed off to try and think things out. --- I was still wondering what I should say when Emma came over and met me at the dustcart after the tidy up, a large carryall over her shoulder, presumably holding all her clothes. "Hi Dave! Thanks for this." She said brightly before noticing the worried expression I was wearing. "What's up?" "Well," I sighed, "Bill's girl picked him up already." "So?" "So there's only the two of us: I'm worried that you might think I planned it, that I've some evil intent." "The fact that you're so worried means I don't have to be." She smiled. "Now come on, I've wanted a trip in a dustcart for ages." I smiled in relief, suddenly realising what a wonderful girl Emma was, but knowing she was way too good for the likes of me. I opened the cab door for her. "All right, I've warned you. Now hop in and I'll pass you your bag." Luckily she had changed out of the tight skirt of earlier, into jeans and a t-shirt, otherwise it might have been a bit tricky for her to get into the high cab. I climbed into the driving seat and started the truck. I glanced sideways at Emma and saw her eyes shining in excitement as she did up her seat belt. --- The trip back to the depot didn't take very long, no more than fifteen minutes even taking the scenic route, nowhere near enough time. All too soon I was swinging the truck up to the locked depot gates. "You enjoy driving these don't you?" Emma asked as I snapped the hand brake on. It was the first time she'd spoken since she'd got in. "I do actually, although this one is more like a supersized van, the proper ones are much more fun. But what makes you say that?" "The way you drive, all wide sweeping turns, only one hand winding the wheel around, that sort of thing, but mainly I think it's the big grin you wear while you're doing it. A bit of a giveaway." She laughed. "Most of it's just showing off for you, always was," I laughed back, "and the grin is more about the company than the driving." "You're very sweet." She said, another grin lighting up her face. "And you are very pretty." I replied, somewhat to my own surprise. I had been thinking it all day but had convinced myself not to say so, thinking she didn't need to hear it from a guy like me. And now it had slipped out. Emma blushed, seeming to confirm my fragile theory. "So if the pretty girl would slip out of the cab and wait here by the gate, I'll park this up and get my car." She nodded, still looking a little flushed. "Sorry to have to ask, but I don't want to answer questions when the CCTV catches you in the yard." I apologised as I unlocked the gates. "S'okay." She smiled again, her apparent discomfort disappearing. --- I was as quick as I could be; parking the truck and then dropping the keys into the office before jumping into my car and rushing back to the gate, fearful she may have gone for some reason. She was still there when I pulled up though. "Drop your bag in the back and jump in. I just have to lock up again." I said as I hopped out. When I got back in Emma gave me a dazzling smile for no apparent (to me) reason. For the first time I really thought that maybe this whole day hadn't been one big tease on her part; there was so much that I found hard to believe; chief of which was the notion that I had been her fantasy guy. "All right then Miss Emma, where am I taking you?" I asked. "Do you know Beechfield Avenue?" "I'm a bin man, I know everywhere in this town." I grinned. "Aren't the houses there a bit big for a single young lady?" "Not the ones converted into flats and bed-sits." She laughed. "I stand corrected. Beechfield Avenue here we come." --- We chatted a little more during the short trip; inconsequential stuff about the day mainly. I realised she was definitely teasing me now; the way she phrased innocent questions so that they had dual meanings, and all with a twinkle in her eyes and a hint of a naughty grin. I decided I didn't care and let it roll over me. This girl could say anything she wanted to me and I didn't mind as long as she was talking to me. I pulled up outside the address she'd given me. "Want to come in for a coffee?" Emma asked. I hesitated momentarily, wondering if there was some sub-text to the question. She seemed to sense this. "It's just a coffee, to say thank you for the lift." "In that case, how can I refuse?" I grinned and followed her in, carrying her bag for her. --- I was leaning against the kitchen door removing my work boots as she busied herself making the drink. Even while she was doing such a mundane thing I felt myself entranced by her. Suddenly, without looking around at me, she spoke. "Dave, I have a bit of a confession to make." "If it's about teasing me all day about me being your secret crush it doesn't matter. I enjoyed the idea." "I was teasing you a bit about some things, but not that. Never that. You really were my fantasy guy." She smiled earnestly as she turned around. "My confession is that I talked to your mate Bill behind your back." "Well, I wouldn't believe most of what he told you, Bill is prone to exaggeration." I said, my mind reeling from her assertion. "He said you don't date much. If you don't mind me asking, why is that?" "Apart from Bill's 'gay vibes' theory?" I laughed. "Seriously Dave." I shrugged. I couldn't not tell her. "I had a lot of bad dates as a teen and into my twenties, a lot. After a while I figured it was me and just gave up trying." "What do you mean by 'bad dates'?" "I just kept messing things up. Trying to be funny at the wrong moment or serious when they were joking. I appear to have two brains; the more immature one seems to have control of my mouth most of the time, making me blurt out jokes and dumb comments at the most inappropriate times. However the other brain, the one that over thinks everything, always takes over when the mouthy one would be more use. The clever clogs part always worries too much, and then smartarse says something bloody stupid and the moment is gone." I shook my head sadly. "So, there it is: I didn't 'get' girls then, and I still don't. To me you are strange and scary creatures Emma, strange and scary." I sighed. A Long Time Waiting "And that's why you don't believe you could be my fantasy guy?" "More or less, yes." Emma turned around, a coffee mug in her hand. Her eyes looked watery, as if she was trying not to cry. My heart lurched as I wondered if I'd screwed it up yet again. "Well believe it. Whenever I thought of my perfect guy it was you." "But why me? I'm twice your age, overweight and can be cranky as hell at times." "All that may be true, but I couldn't tell that by just looking at your top half through the dustcart windscreen could I?" "I suppose not. I must be a big disappointment to you." I said looking down at the floor. "Only for the fact that you haven't even tried to kiss me yet." Her hand went to my face. I looked up and she grinned at me. I could tell she really meant what she was saying. This beautiful young woman wanted me to kiss her! I stepped forward and took the mug from her hand, placing it back on the counter by the other one. "Are you sure you want me to?" "Yes." She said, her eyes now shining. "You might be really disappointed if I do." "I doubt it, but I'll take that chance." All throughout this exchange we had moved closer and closer until she was looking up into my face only inches away. I gently brushed my lips against hers and pulled back again. "Now who's teasing?" She breathed. "That would be me." I said softly before planting a firm kiss on her waiting pliant lips. She responded by placing her hands behind my head and holding me there. The kiss seemed to last forever and no time at all at the same time. I wrapped my arms around her; my left hand resting on her sweet ass, my right hand between her shoulder blades. Emma giggled as we broke apart to catch a breath. "Gosh Mister Fantasy Guy, your hands are everywhere." She teased. "I like that. It's what you did in my dreams." As I caressed her back I confirmed what I had thought when she had pressed her body close to mine; she was braless again beneath her t-shirt. As my hands wandered over her back and ass Emma began to move forwards. For a scary moment I thought she was pushing me away but she held onto me as she continued her movement. I realised she was manoeuvring me somewhere so I let her guide me. She steered me out of the kitchen, across the hallway and into another room. I couldn't tell at first which room it was as I was preoccupied with the kiss we were still sharing. It wasn't until I felt something behind me that I glanced around. Emma had backed me into her bedroom and what I had bumped into was her bed! "What....what are we doing here?" I asked with a vague qualm, after all I did still hardly know her. "What do you think?" She flashed her mesmeric grin. "I want to see how reality matches up to dreams." "I can't help but think that I'm never going to match up to your fantasy." I said worriedly. Emma smiled again. "Maybe I don't have a very good imagination." As she spoke she pulled her t-shirt off over her head revealing her naked tits. For a long, long moment I just stared at them until, almost unbidden, I raised my hands to gently cup each beautiful breast. "Mmmm. That's nice." She cooed, looking into my mesmerised face as I softly caressed her nipples with my thumbs. Once more she gently pushed me back so I sat down on the bed. "My turn now." She smirked before slipping my body-warmer from my shoulders and then tugging at my t-shirt. Meekly and still more than a little bemused by the events of the past hour I raised my arms as she pulled the shirt over my head. "Oh, you have a hairy chest." She said, running her hand across it. "I never considered that, but I really like it." She leant forward, bending down to lightly kiss both of my nipples through the hair before pushing me onto my back. "Sorry that I'm overweight." I said for some reason, as the thought popped into my head. "Not that much." Emma said. "We can soon get that off with a little exercise." She gave her wicked smirk, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "And what sort of exercise would that be, I hope?" I smirked back, catching her innuendo. "Well, there's something I've always wanted to try but you need two people. They call it 'Horizontal Jogging'." She grinned down at me. "I believe I've heard of it?" I grinned back. "Do you need special equipment?" "Just standard issue stuff." "And where do you get it from?" "Most people use their own. And it looks like yours is ready to use already." She reached for my belt and began to unbuckle it. I couldn't believe how easily this wonderful girl had soothed my fears, and with a joke too! With a few deft movements Emma had my trousers undone. I lifted my butt from the bed as she tugged them and my boxers off, taking my socks with them. "Oh my!" She said teasingly. "That IS a nice piece of equipment." Her comment surprised me: I'd never thought of my penis as anything other than utterly average. It wasn't particularly long or especially wide, just completely average. I didn't really know what to say so I just mumbled 'thank you'. "Can I touch it?" She asked shyly. "Later." I replied, grabbing her wrist and tugging her alongside me on the bed. "You need to catch up." I grinned, reaching over and unfastening her jeans. She slid out of them and her panties, her eyes never leaving my face as she revealed her most private spot to my gaze. And gaze I did. Her pussy was like everything else about her; just perfect. The lower part was completely shaven and the hair above the pink slit was trimmed into a 'V', like an arrow pointing to paradise. "Well?" Emma asked, a little nervous under my prolonged stare. "I've never ever seen such a beautiful sight." I said truthfully, too enchanted to continue the 'equipment' joke. Her face broke into the most spectacular grin so far. "Why thank you." She said, reaching up and pulling my head down to plant another kiss on my lips. As she did I realised that up to this point my concern that maybe this wasn't right meant that Emma was taking the lead most of the time, gently guiding me, while at the same time letting me see that she wanted this. It was time for me to take a more active role. I slowly moved my mouth from her lips down her throat and over to her left tit. I flicked at the nipple with my tongue and was rewarded with a low moan of pleasure which continued as I sucked as much tit-flesh into my mouth as I could, I moved across to her right breast, my tongue leaving a wet trail across her chest. I repeated my actions, this time eliciting a breathless 'Oh yes'. Now I ran my tongue down Emma's stomach to her belly-button. I circled the cute indentation before teasing at it. By now I was in an awkward position so I sat up, momentarily breaking contact, and lay the opposite way to Emma before resuming my voyage down her body with my tongue. As I reached the 'arrow' Emma spoke. "It's later now, right?" I looked down and saw that she had rolled slightly onto her side and my growing erection was only inches from her face. "Yes, it's later." I smiled. Slowly she reached out toward my erection with her hand, almost as if she was afraid to actually touch it. But touch it she did; her delicate fingers gently brushing down the length of my dick. I had thought that I had been hard before this but the sweet touch of her fingers combined with the feathery feel of her breath on my balls made me react like never before; you could have used my cock to moor ships to. It gave an involuntary twitch and I felt my nuts tighten, and all this beautiful young woman was doing was looking! Already there was pre-cum seeping from the tip of my cock; this was practically premature ejaculation! I took a deep breath and composed myself, determined that I wasn't going to shoot off just yet. Emma's tongue poked out and licked away the liquid oozing from my knob end. She glanced down at me. "Shouldn't your tongue be busy too?" She grinned and opened her legs slightly as if in invitation. Immediately catching her drift I moved my head forward and began to use my tongue on her pussy the same way she was using hers on my dick. After a while Emma rolled me onto my back before lying on top of me, her knees planted either side of my head, her perfectly trimmed pussy inches from my face. I put my hands on her hips and raised my head, burying my tongue in her now moist slit. She continued to run her fingers and her tongue up and down my rigid member. As I began to tease her hooded clit I felt her soft velvety lips encircle the head of my over-excited cock and move down, taking much of the shaft into her mouth, This time it was too much for me and I came hugely, spurting four or five times into Emma's surprised but willing throat. She didn't move, holding my cock in her mouth until I stopped twitching and she had milked the whole load from me. Only then did she look down at me through her legs, licking her lips and smiling. "Sorry." I said, going red with embarrassment. "Been a while has it? Or is that usual for you?" She asked sweetly, not condemning me. "It has been a while, and it's not usual for me to come so quick or so much." I said a little defensively. "I think it must be because it's you." "Thank you, I think." She gave me another smile. God I loved that smile. "Now, you get back to my little puss and I'll get you ready to go again. You can go again can't you?" She seemed a little concerned. "I honestly don't know, but with your special help, it seems likely." I grinned, thankful for her understanding and patience. "Then let's see shall we?" With that she dropped her delightful and welcoming mouth back to my cock and balls again, slowly stimulating me erect once more. While she was doing that I went to work with my tongue again. Not for the first time I wondered what Emma saw in me; I mean, I'm nothing to look at; not rolling in money; nervous around women and come with a hundred other minor faults. Why was I her fantasy lover? I thought on this for a couple of minutes while we were in the '69' position but the only conclusion was I couldn't concentrate on anything else but her hands and mouth on my cock; I couldn't give her the pleasure she deserved while she was busy down there. Admittedly she had quickly got it on the way back to rigidity already, but I didn't think that was important right now. "Emma, you should roll over so that I can eat you out properly." I said. "You don't have to do that." "But I want to. You're pretty and patient, sweet and understanding. You deserve some true satisfaction from this and I want to try to give it to you." "Oh!" She seemed a little stunned for a second. "What about your dick?" She gave it a little kiss. "You don't think that my face between your legs won't make it perk up?" "Suppose." She giggled. "If you're sure?" "I'll show you I'm sure." I said, rolling her onto her back and then moving around between her legs. I shifted my position until I could slip my tongue between the lips of her pussy. I licked up and down her sweet slit, teasing her little love button at the top of each stroke. Soon Emma was purring like a contented cat. I began to suckle on her clit and at the same time started to ease my finger in and out of her now sopping wet cunt. Emma's contented moans became groans of lust and pleasure. I glanced up from my ministrations and watched her face for a moment. Her eyes were closed as her head moved from side to side, her hands unconsciously rubbing her breasts. I smiled; pleased that at last I was doing something for her. My finger probed deeper into her pussy. "Careful down there," Emma breathed, "it's never been used that deep." I looked up into Emma's face again, my surprise written in my expression. "You....You're still a virgin." I managed to stutter out. "Is that such a shock?" She panted with a wry grin. "Well, no; and then again, yes." "What?" "I mean, I'm not that surprised that a girl as sweet as you hasn't been sleeping around, but I am a little surprised that someone who has been doing what you have for the past half an hour is still, well, intact." "Is that some sort of back-handed compliment?" She teased. "It was meant to be. It sounded better in my head." I sighed. "Then I thank you. Now get back to it. You were going to make me cum, remember?" "Just one question. Why me?" She giggled. "What girl doesn't want to lose her cherry to her secret fantasy crush?" "True enough," I agreed, "I hoped my first would be Daphne from 'Scooby Doo'." We both smiled. "Seriously though, why would you want me to be your first?" "When I saw you at the walk I knew you were the guy from my dreams. And as I got to know you during the day I found out I was right about you. You are kind and thoughtful and more than a little shy and I knew you were the only guy for me." She blushed as she said this, although not as much as I did. In little more than ten hours she had read me perfectly. "All right, I believe you." I sighed. "Now where was I?" "Being careful between my legs if I remember." "I'm talking too much aren't I? Sorry." I started again on her pussy, my fingers toying with her moist opening, my tongue teasing her clit. I continued like that for a short while until she was purring contentedly again and then I moved up, kneeling between her open legs. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" I asked a little concerned still. This was a big step for her. "I'm ready." She breathed, anticipation shining in her eyes. Cautiously I eased my reanimated cock head between her wet and waiting pussy lips. She gave another little moan so I stopped. "Why have you stopped?" She panted. "Emma, are you absolutely sure about this? I've heard this can be painful, even if only for a moment, and I don't like the thought of hurting you." In answer she thrust her hips up, taking my dick deeper into her cunt until I could feel it brushing her maidenhead, her determined and pleading eyes never leaving my face. With a mental shrug I plunged further in, taking her cherry. She gasped and tears sprang into her eyes. Again I stopped and was about to pull out. "No! Don't!" Emma gasped. "Just give me a moment." "But it's hurting you; you're crying." "Tears of joy, not pain." She grinned. I leant down and kissed her tear-stained cheeks. "You are a very special girl you know, if a little off the wall." "And you are a very sweet man to care so much. I knew I was right to wait for you." She kissed me softly and then lay back. "Now fuck me." "Whatever madam desires." I smirked, and began to slowly pump in and out of her tight pussy with long strokes. My hands resting on her waist. Emma wrapped her legs around my hips and synchronised her movements with my thrusts. After a surprisingly short time she started breathing in short, rasping pants and then her legs gripped me tightly as her whole body shook in a tumultuous climax, her fingernails raking across my back. I slowed my impetus as she came down from the high of her orgasm. "No, don't stop. Keep going." She gasped out. "I don't know how long I'll last." I wheezed, resuming my rhythmic pounding. "As long as I get to come again." "Greedy. And that depends if you're as quick as last time. Do you always orgasm so quickly?" "Don't know. First fuck, remember? Lets find out." "This is very tiring for someone my age." I said, not entirely joking. "Can't wear you out too quickly then." She panted as she rolled us over until she was on top and riding me, her hands braced on my chest. Again my own hands went to her waist as she rocked back and forth. "God this is good." Emma exclaimed. "Your cock seems to fill me perfectly." "Well, your pussy feels like it's moulding itself around me." I replied, watching her beautiful tits rise and fall with her movements. Slowly Emma sped up her pace until she was practically bouncing up and down my shaft, her mewing moans of pleasure increasing at the same rate, a sheen of perspiration forming on her naked skin. Finally with a loud grunt she stopped, her body stiffening as another orgasm took her. The muscles in her cunt gripped my cock and took me over the edge. I came and shot my load into her. "You should have told me you were about to cum." I gasped as we lay there panting, Emma on top on me, her sweet tits crushed against my chest. "Why?" She replied breathlessly. "Then I would have pulled out and not cum inside." "Why does that matter? I liked it." She replied simply, raising her head to look at me in the face. "Well, you might get pregnant." I told her, going red. "Would that bother you?" "Not at all. But I thought it might bother you." "If it had I'd have said." She chuckled. "Anyway, if I do get pregnant it'll give you an excuse to marry me." Now she grinned hugely. "I don't need an excuse." I smiled sincerely. "I'd marry you tomorrow if you wanted." "You mean that, don't you?" She said with a kiss. "Of course. You are the best thing that ever happened to me, the most perfect woman I've ever met." "You're very sweet." She said, snuggling up to me. "We'll see how it goes shall we? No need to rush into anything." "Whatever you say." I kissed her on the forehead. "Now speaking of going, I should go home. I've got to go to work in the morning." "You don't have to go do you?" She almost pleaded. "I mean your work clothes are here." She looked around at the floor where our clothes were strewn. "Somewhere." She looked back at me, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I get the feeling that I wouldn't get to sleep if I stayed." "Oh I think you will." She paused. "Eventually." --- We made love again twice that night, spending the rest of the time wrapped in each others arms. Sometime before midnight we had both succumbed to the exertions of the previous twenty four hours and drifted off to sleep holding one another tightly. My internal alarm clock, honed through years of early rising, roused me at about half past five the next morning, Emma still cradled in my arms. This simple thing was a cause of wonder to me; normally I awoke cuddling a pillow. She had told me I could use her shower when I rose, so I carefully extricated myself from her loving and lovely grasp and padded off to the bathroom. As I stood under the stream of hot water I finally had time to think about the events of the preceding day. I had met a beautiful girl, fallen in love with her, been offered and taken her virginity, and more or less proposed marriage. As days went it was more or less perfect. As I hummed to myself I felt Emma wrap her arms around me from behind. "So there you are," she said, kissing my neck, "I've missed you." "It's only been five minutes Em," I laughed, "how are you going to cope while I'm at work?" "You'll have to give me something to keep me going won't you?" "Like?" "Well, one of my fantasies was about you fucking me in the shower." She giggled. "I have to be at work before seven thirty you know." "That gives us at least an hour." She said, resting her chin on my shoulder and grasping my cock, slowly pumping it to full hardness, her body pressed close to mine. "I suppose it does, doesn't it?" I turned around and looked into her grinning face, made wet by the falling water. "All right, let's try something different; turn around and face the wall." "Oooooo! Standing up from behind; another fantasy of mine." She chortled. "Dear Emma, I suspect that I've had you every way possible in your naughty little dreams." I sighed. "You might surprise me." She replied teasingly as she did as I had suggested. I ran my hands over her firm, round buttocks before I crouched down to run my tongue up and down her slit. As I continued up to tease her asshole she gave a surprised little yelp. Intrigued by her reaction I did it again, only this time I pushed my tongue into the hole a little way. A Long Time Waiting "It didn't take you long to surprise me!" Emma sniggered over her shoulder. "So you never thought of anal sex before?" I asked, not totally shocked. "A little. Maybe we could try it some other time? At the moment all I want is something to tide me over until tonight." "Why tonight?" I asked. "You are coming around tonight aren't you?" She smirked. "Seeing as you asked nicely." "Then a nice gentle screwing before work will be lovely. We can get to the kinky stuff later if you like." "Emma, I'll never do anything you don't want me to, ever." "Thank you. Now come on, time is wasting, slide that length into me." She wiggled her bum provocatively while grinning over her shoulder. "All right, here we go." I said, standing up and landing a playful slap on her rump. I carefully guided my dick into Emma's waiting pussy and then thrust upwards, penetrating her deeper than I had before. She moaned with pleasure as I began to fuck her from behind. She leant on the shower wall, supporting herself as she pushed back against my stroke, the shower cascading over our bodies. Initially my hands went to her hips but after a while I moved them to her tits, kneading the soft flesh and toying with the nipples. Once again it wasn't too long before Emma was panting hard and my breathing was getting ragged. "Soon Emma! I'm gonna cum soon!!" I gasped out. "Harder! Fuck me harder!" She cried in response. "I'm so close now. Give it to me harder!!!" 'I'm not cumming until she does this time.' I thought to myself as I pounded her juicy cunt as hard and fast as I could. "Yes! YES!! YES!!! YeeeeeeeSSS!!!" Emma cried as she came, slumping against the wall of the shower. I grunted as I finally let go my load. This time I had pulled out, and I shot my spunk across her buttocks and up her back where it was quickly washed away by the water still splashing down on us. "Oh my god." Emma panted. "That was just so much better than I'd imagined." "Really?" I said, kissing her softly on the neck. "Yes, really." She turned and hugged me, planting a kiss on my lips. "I'm glad I can make you happy." "Me too. How many more of my dreams can you make come true?" "I don't know," I laughed, "how many more are there?" "Oh loads." "None of them involve standing up in a hammock do they?" I joked. "Until you just mentioned it, no." She replied with a mischievous giggle. We kissed again, our tongue tentatively touching. "I can see I'm going to have my hands full with you." I smiled. "I hope so!" She wrapped her arms around my head and pulled me into a long deep kiss under the cascading water. Eventually I reluctantly broke the kiss. "Much as I'd like to stay and do this all day, I have to go to work." "I suppose you do." Emma said as equally reluctantly letting me loose. "Just make sure you come back tonight. And bring some clean work clothes so you can stay all night again." "Yes m'am." I joked as I stepped from the shower and grabbed a towel. --- I arrived at the depot with just enough time to hand back the gate keys and then do my vehicle checks. As I completed them Bill came down with Johnny, the other member of our crew. He was grinning like a maniac. "Come on then," He said, "spill the beans. What happened?" "Bill, a gentleman does not kiss and tell." I replied with mock haughtiness. It didn't work. "You got a kiss at least then?" "I'm saying nothing." "You don't have to; I've never seen you so happy on a Monday morning. Plus those are the clothes you wore yesterday AND you were nearly late and that just never happens." "You'll just have to get used to happy and late." I smirked. "Enthusiastic is she?" He grinned annoyingly. "BILL!" I growled warningly. "All right, all right, you'll spill when you're ready. I know you too well." "Maybe I will. Let's get this done shall we? I've got a date I want to get ready for." "Twice in two days? That must be a record for you!" He laughed. "Something else you'll have to get used to, you cheeky git. Now get in and we'll get this show on the road." --- I was still happy and smiling right up until I pulled up in Beechfield Avenue again that evening. I'd gone home, washed and changed, checked my mail and e-mail and then generally pottered about wasting time. I felt I shouldn't appear too eager even though I was. I rang the communal buzzer for Emma's flat clutching the two carriers containing my work clothes and boots. I stood, suddenly nervous as hell as numerous doubts began to assail me, waiting for her to open the door. I was still having a little trouble believing all of this was for real. My worries lessened a little as Emma buzzed me in; at least she was still prepared to see me even after a day of thinking about it. I went to knock on the door to her flat but found that she'd already left it open, presumably for me. "Em? Is it all right to come in?" I called out. "Of course it is you silly sod!" She called out happily from the vicinity of the kitchen. My mood brightened again at the cheery sound of her voice, but I must still have had an anxious look on my face when I found her. "What's the matter with you?" Emma asked the moment she saw me. I just shrugged, not sure I could articulate my sudden worries without sounding like I was accusing her of something. "Come on, out with it." She insisted, standing with her hands on her hips, staring at me intently. Helpless before her determined look I started to mumble something about my worries. "Speak properly Dave; I can't make out what you're saying." "I said that I had a sudden horrible feeling that yesterday wasn't real." "It was Dave; every single gorgeous minute." "And I'm really sorry that sounded like an accusation. I must seem really insecure about this." I must have looked crestfallen because Emma wrapped her arms around me in her now familiar way and hugged me tightly. "You great daft bugger; what am I going to do with you?" She sighed. A bit of the days earlier confidence came back to me. "I don't know; you're the one with the fantasies about me." Emma laughed at this feeble sally. "And you've never had any about me?" "Until last night and this morning, no." "And now?" "Let's just say that I have one or two ideas that I'd like to try out." I grinned, realising that she'd done it again; calmed my fears with a few soft words and a joke. "Emma, you are incredible. The more I get to know you, the more I know we're for real." "Well you'd better get used to it mister; I'm only going to put up with these anxiety attacks for twenty years or so!" She looked up at me, her eyes shining. I kissed her hard, our tongues entwining for the first time. Suddenly our dammed up passion broke free and our hands were everywhere, tugging at each others clothes, stripping one another. "Here in the kitchen?" I questioned as she slid my jeans down. "Why not?" She grinned up. "Another fantasy?" "Oh yes. Bent over the sink." "I love your mind." "That makes two of us." She smiled as she went to stand in front of the aforementioned sink. I came up behind her, placing my hands on her hips and then running them over her sweet naked buttocks. I moved closer, my already rampant dick rubbing against the crack of her ass and then slipping between her legs as she parted them slightly and leant forward. She reached down and guided my cock into her velvet pussy as my hands again rested on her slim waist. With a soft grunt I slipped into her, pulling her back towards me. "Oh I've been waiting to feel that again all day." Emma breathed; she braced herself against the window sill above the sink, already making little grunting noises with each of my thrusts. I glanced at the window, a naughty if not downright evil thought coming to me. I reached out and pulled up the blind. "What are you doing?" Emma gasped. "I just wanted to see what the view was like." "But people can see us!" "Em, this is an upstairs flat. Who is going to look up here? Besides, I wanted to add something to your fantasy." "We left out a couple of things anyway." "Such as?" "Well my hands were tied to the taps and my tits kept brushing hot water in the sink." She replied a little apologetically. "You kinky devil. I'll add that to my 'to do' list shall I? Bondage and anal so far." "You are such a perv." I could see her grinning reflection in the glass. "Hey! Whose dreams are these anyway?" I laughed, my worries completely forgotten. "Oh Dave, you turn me on so much; make me feel so wanton. I love it!" "Happy to oblige." I smirked, beginning to pant as much as Emma. "Then oblige me by slamming that meaty stick into me harder!" I picked up the pace. "Harder Dave. Faster and harder. Pound my little pussy." She cried out. I increased tempo as much as I could. "Yes! YES!! More. MORE! I'm cumming! CUMMING!!" She arched her back and then slumped forward, her forehead between the taps I stopped pumping and leant to whisper in Emma's ear. "You cum so beautifully." "So do you." She gasped. "And I want to see it. I want to see you cum. I want to suck you off and have you cum on my face." As she said this she pushed me back, turned around and dropped to her knees in front of me. I looked down into her pretty face and gorgeous eyes as she began to lick at my trembling cock. "I can taste myself on you." She said. "I remember it's a nice taste." I replied, recalling licking her out the night before. Her tongue slurped down the underside of my dick to my now aching balls before running back up and swirling around the throbbing head. Still holding my gaze she took the knob between her lips and then slowly engulfed the entire shaft without gagging. As she pulled her head back I whispered "How do you do that?" slightly awestruck. "I practice on banana's." She smirked as my cock popped loose. I stared down as she swallowed me again, mesmerised by the sight before me. She began to move her head more quickly, my manhood disappearing and reappearing between her luscious lips. I could feel her using her tongue and even her teeth to stimulate me. I started to moan as I felt my climax building. "I'm gonna cum." I warned her. She took my cock from her mouth and began to pump it with her hand, her eyes still fixed on my face. I felt my nuts tighten. "Here it comes Em!" I cried out as I began to spurt. Emma pointed my pumping dick at her own face, smiling as the ropes of jizz splattered onto her features. It went into her mouth and eyes, over her nose, even into her hair. The last couple of less powerful squirts shot onto her chin and chest. Only then did she take my deflating cock into her mouth again, sucking out the last of my spunk and still gazing up at me lovingly. "Emma, you are fucking awesome." I panted out. "I am?" She said, wiping jism from her eyes and then licking it delicately from her fingers. "You most assuredly are." I declared, leaning down and kissing her, tasting my cum on her lips. I began to lick it from the rest of her face. "Dave! That's your own semen!" Emma seemed surprised at my action. "It's not the first time I've tasted my own spunk Em." I said continuing my licking. "In any case, it tastes of you too, your sweat anyway, so it has both of our flavours." I finished cleaning her face and then helped her to her feet. "What did you have planned for the evening before we got carried away?" I asked. "I was going to cook you a meal, but I think I need a shower now." "Okay, you shower first, then me and when I'm done you can tell me how to help with the cooking." "We could shower together." She said, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me once more. "You know we'd never get to eat if we did." I laughed. "You're probably right." She grinned grudgingly. "I just don't want you going all insecure on me again." "I won't." I promised, crossing my heart. "Now get your sexy little body into the shower." I slapped at her butt as she scurried passed giggling. --- Feeling a little uncomfortable wandering naked around someone else's home, I pulled on my boxers and jeans before padding off into her living room, the only room I hadn't been in so far. I spotted her CD collection and went to take a closer look. I was a bit surprised to find she had one or two that I did; after all there was quite an age difference. I clamped down on that thought. Not good. The few books I could see I'd never read and was never likely to. Her DVD's seemed to be in a similar vein, typical of a young woman in fact. Then I saw three or four cases without covers and wondered what they might be. I snapped one open and was shocked to see 'Bound To Tease' in marker pen scrawled across the disc. I picked up a second one and opened that too. If the first title had been a little ambiguous, the second wasn't. 'Anal Slut' was written across it. I wondered if Emma had actually watched these or if there was another reason for them being here. I picked up a third one and by its title, 'Older Guys On Innocent Girls', reasoned that she probably had. "Shower's free!" Emma called. I put the discs back where I had found them and went for my shower. Under the water I began to think I didn't want this relationship to end quickly; I didn't want it to be a couple of weeks of passion that burnt out. As I thought about it I realised that I was going to have to try and slow Emma down. --- After our mutually prepared meal we curled up together on the sofa, sipping at our wine and only taking a mild interest in what was on the TV. "What shall we do now?" Emma asked from the vicinity of my chest. "How about something not too physical for a change? You're inclined to wear me out Missy." "You'll never get fit again that way." She smiled her most devilish grin. "Old man." "Cheeky young whippersnapper." I grinned back. "How about watching a DVD? I've a couple you might like." For some reason my mind went straight to the unmarked cases. It must have showed on my face as I slowly nodded okay. "And I didn't mean those ones, smutty boy." She sniggered as she rose and went behind the TV where there was another stack of discs I hadn't noticed. "How do you know what I was thinking?" I asked, reddening in embarrassment. "I saw you poking around when I got out of the shower, you naughty man." "Sorry, I didn't mean...." "It's okay," she interrupted, "we all do it. I would if I was at your place." She flashed the gorgeous grin again as she dropped the DVD's in my lap. "Pick one of those while I get some more wine." I skimmed through the discs and found she was right, I did like most of them. I picked one at random and put it in the player. Emma came back with another bottle of wine. As the movie started I kissed her forehead as we cuddled up again. "Em," I said quietly as we settled down again, "I don't think I should come around again until Friday." "WHAT!?" She sat up quickly. "What are you talking about? Why not?" "Apart from you wearing me out..." "Getting you fit remember." "Apart from that," I grinned, "I just thought that maybe we shouldn't rush headlong into this. You know, keep it fresh, not ruin it." "What do mean 'rush'? It's taken seven years to get here." "That's what I mean, we shouldn't waste that." "Okay, I can see what you're getting at," Emma grudgingly agreed, "but I don't want you going all moody and insecure on me. You call me everyday." "Of course I will. I wasn't proposing we stop, just take it steady. Now come back here and watch the film." --- By Friday afternoon I was regretting being sensible and was looking forward to being with Emma once more. Although we talked to each other every day it wasn't the same as being together. On the plus side I hadn't felt insecure once, her calling had seen to that. Just the sound of her voice keeping me convinced that we were for real. I had phoned her just before I left for her place with a change of clothes in a bag. She'd asked if I was properly rested now in a typically teasing way, giving me the impression she was determined to wear me out over the weekend. She also said she had a set of keys for me so this was the last time she'd have to buzz me in. To be honest that had never bothered me; I felt that it gave her a little warning that I was there. As Emma let me through the front door this last time she said she'd leave the flat door open again and I was to come straight in. I walked through the door half wondering what she had planned now. And stopped and stared open-mouthed at the sight before my eyes. Emma was knelt on the floor of her little hallway, her arms cuffed behind her, a gag in her mouth, wearing a beautiful red party dress. The dress was exquisite. The bodice was lacy and more or less see-through. I could definitely see her nipples through the tight-fitting material. The skirt was silk or satin and would have hung to just above her knees if she was standing. Two post-it notes were stuck on her forehead covering her eyes. One said 'It's time for you to take my ass', the second 'and don't damage the dress'. I peeled off the notes and looked into eyes shining with barely suppressed excitement. "Are you sure Em? And I don't mean about the dress." I said softly. She nodded her affirmation. "All right then, but not here. The bedroom will be better." She nodded again as I helped her stand. She was wearing high-heeled shoes that matched the red of the dress. I led her to the bedroom where I could tell she had planned carefully; there was a tube of KY and the key to the handcuffs under the bedside lamp. I picked up the key and sat Emma down on the edge of the bed. "Em, if I'm going to follow your notes the dress has to come off." She shook her head vigorously. "Em you're practically drooling on it already." She glanced down and her shoulders sagged in defeat. "I'll take you out to dinner tomorrow; you can wear the dress then, okay?" She nodded slowly. It only took a moment to uncuff her and slip the wonderful dress off. I picked it up and put it on a likely-looking hanger. I turned and looked at Emma, who was now completely naked having kicked off her shoes. I briefly wondered if I should be letting her secret desires rule our love life. 'Why not?' I thought. 'I'm enjoying them too'. But two at the same time, especially these two? I stroked her cheek, her intense eyes looking apprehensive now. "Are you absolutely certain about this Em? I just feel we should leave the gag and cuffs for another time." Her head dropped and a sound like 'Ohay' came from behind the gag. I took it out of her mouth. "Was that you agreeing with me?" I asked kindly. "Yes it was. Maybe two new things at once would ruin things." She admitted. "I just wanted to do something special for you." I smiled. "Everything you do for me is special Emma. And we have the rest of the weekend to play with the gag and cuffs." "Except when you take me to dinner." "Well, maybe...." I teased and then laughed at the surprised look on her face. "Only kidding." I smirked, putting the cuffs and the gag to one side. "Now then, where were we?" "We were preparing to get your lovely dick up my bum." She smiled, her disappointment vanishing. "Oh yes, I remember. But first...." I leant forward, kissing her and pushing her down onto the bed. As she lay back I trailed more kisses down her lithe young body, briefly suckling on her tits and teasing her belly-button before continuing down until I reached the trimmed arrow of pubic hair. As I pushed my tongue into her moistening slit Emma began to writhe and moan beneath my touch, wrapping her legs around my head. I wetted my right forefinger and then started to tease the pink starfish of her ass with it before easing it into her last virgin hole up to the first knuckle. Emma gasped at the intrusion.