Emily - Part Two - Sex Stories

Emily - Part Two

"This is Part Two of a two-part story. I recommend reading “Emily-Part One” before reading this." We never did get to that "appetizer". The pizza place was slammed (it was, after all, a Friday night) and couldn’t promise delivery for at least an hour. I ended up running out for Chinese take-away while Emily freshened up a bit. By the time I got back, she was wearing a robe, had set the coffee table for dinner, opened another bottle of wine and had a couple of lounging pillows set out on the floor between the couch and the table. Casablanca was on pause on the big screen. “I hope this is okay,” she said with an impish grin, “I thought we’d just stay in and watch a movie. Do you like Casablanca?” “As long as it isn’t the colorized version, then absolutely.” “Good! Let’s eat! Somehow I seem to have worked up quite an appetite.” “Really?” I laughed. “What were you doing while I was gone?” She threw a couch pillow at me. We sat on the floor, eating and drinking with a lot of snuggling and kissing, interspersed with a little groping on my part. But every time I tried to go beyond fondling her breasts, she’d slap my hand away and say, “Watch the movie!” in a little girl voice. We had hit the pause button so many times to kiss that by the time the movie was over, it was kind of late. I don’t know if it was the hour, or the second bottle of wine, but Emily had actually dropped into a light slumber wrapped comfortably in my arms. I lifted her gently and carried her to her bed. I ...

... thought that I had done a good job of laying her down without waking her, and was just about out the bedroom door when I heard her whisper, “Please, don’t leave. Spend the night.” “Okay,” I replied, as I kicked off my shoes and lay down beside her. I held her once again, and after a few minutes she drifted off again. I slowly slipped out of bed and into the bathroom to relieve myself. I was still going to leave, and had composed a note in my mind that I planned to leave her. But, as I crept back into the room, she looked so sweet just lying there I couldn’t. I went back to the bathroom, found an extra toothbrush, and brushed my teeth. Slipping back into the room one more time, I stripped down (I usually sleep in the nude) and got under the covers. About two in the morning, I was awakened by some rustling, as Emily got up and went into the bathroom. I dozed off, but was reawakened just a bit later when she slid back into bed. I was on my side with my back towards her, and was thinking about rolling over to face her when I felt her spoon up against me, her naked breasts pushed up against my back as her arm held me by the waist. I could feel her soft breathing on the back of my neck, and figured she had drifted back off when I felt her hand slowly move down to my penis. I lay still, waiting to see what would happen next. I felt her trace her fingers along its semi-soft length, then softly encircle its girth as it inched towards full tumescence. I couldn’t tell if she thought I was ...