Emily - Part Three - Sex Stories

Emily - Part Three

... phone buzzed. It was a text from Emily. “Sorry. I’ll explain tomorrow. All is good though. Sleep tight.” I tossed and turned. I got to the office early Monday morning, and was waiting in the lobby for the elevator when Emily walked up. She looked around with a worried glance, saw we were alone, and took my hand. “Can we talk?” she whispered. Just then the elevator opened. “Step into my office,” I said back. We got on alone, and the door closed. She pushed the button for the top floor, even though we only needed to go to five. I was about to say something when she pushed me back against the wall, mashed herself against me, and kissed me harder than any woman ever has. “I needed that,” she moaned, still pressing her body against mine. My dick began to rise, and she felt it. “I needed that, too.” “What happened yesterday?” “Big family crisis. On top of a bunch of stuff that I had been putting off. But, I didn’t forget about you. In fact, I kept looking at your picture. It definitely kept my kitty purring.” She was smiling. “My sister caught me once. She wants to know if you have a brother,” she said, laughing now. We both felt the relief in the moment. “Speaking of your picture, I don’t mean to sound forward, but can we get together Friday night again. But this time for a regular date. Go out, have dinner, maybe a movie? Sex off the table.” “Sure, but I’m a little confused.” “I am, too. I’ve always been attracted to you, and the sex; well, that was fantastic. But what do we ...

... really know abut each other; I mean besides work and the fact that we’re really, really good together in bed. And on the couch. Oh, and in the shower.” She was laughing again. “Okay, a regular date it is. Actually, I think that’s a good idea.” “Great!” she exclaimed. “Oh, and one more thing.” “Yes?” “Don’t cum between now and then.” “What?” “Don’t cum, please. Just in case.” “In case of what, exactly?” “Well,” she said, in that low sultry voice, “sex may be off the table, but if things go well, it could end up being in the back seat, or the balcony, or a dark booth. You never know.” The door opened at twenty, and she stepped off. “Promise me, please?” I thought for a second. “Okay.” She smiled again as the elevator door closed between us. The rest of the week was fairly normal, if you exclude the fact that I spent most of it in a state of sexual awareness. Telling me that I couldn’t cum ensured that it was the only thing that I thought about. And it didn’t help that every time Em and I passed in the hall, she’d brush up against me; every time we were in a meeting together she’d give me looks of pure lust. It was Thursday before I finally figured out what her plan was; she was again getting me to build up my “semen quotient”. Friday night finally came, and we had a really good time. We had drinks at a bar near her apartment; then ate dinner at a little Thai place near the art district. It turned out that we had a lot in common; from religion to politics, even similar family ...