Emma's Lust Part 01. - Sex Stories

Emma's Lust Part 01.

Singing for the Peepers. (The tags I have chosen do not exactly fit but they are the closest on offer. This is more like Exhibition than Voyeurism) Emma and I lay on a blanket in the park watching the sun slowly set, turning what little cloud there was into dark pink and red candy floss. We'd had a wonderful day with a picnic and drank much more wine than we needed. We had chosen a spot in what was fast becoming secluded, as the masses of people who had also been enjoying the glorious summer, slowly dispersed. Even as the day was coming to an end it was still warm enough for me to stay topless. Emma too no doubt, had she not been so disappointed with her small breasts; breasts which I found such delight in. She poured the last of our third bottle into our plastic beakers as I watched dog walkers and joggers on the other side of the park. We had chose this spot specifically knowing that most people would stay away from the wooded area so close behind us as dusk approached. Those who didn't would have no problem seeing, or watching, a young mid twenties couple enjoying each other, not so surreptitiously. “What you thinking babe?” Emma asked pecking me on the mouth. “Not much really.” I replied looking into her glazed eyes. I could see that cheeky mischief in them. “You?” “Oh nothing.” She smiled and bent to kiss my chest. Shimmying down she rested her head where she had laid her lips. I caught a waft of her perfume and closed my eyes. I adored Kenzo, but then I adored ...

... everything about Emma. “Not sure I believe you.” I said lightly. She traced a finger around one nipple, pressing her lips to the other flicking her tongue across it. “Well I am: but...” She left the sentence hanging, as she deliberately spilt some of her wine on the centre of my chest; following the rivulet slowly down to my sternum and onto the slight definition of my abdominals with butterfly kisses. “But?” I asked. Already feeling excitement stirring in my groin at her touches. “I just wondered something that's all.” She retraced her line back with her tongue right up to my chin and pecked me on the mouth, finalising her move by rubbing her scrunched nose against mine in an Inuit kiss. “The suspense is killing me Em'.” I raised my head off my t-shirt pillow but she moved away. She kissed the top of my abdomen, slowly sliding her hand down my side until she reached the waist band of my cargo shorts, slipping her finger inside. following it around to the front, toying with the button. “I don't know how to ask you really.” She looked up at me with a big grin, more mischievous than before. More excitement as I anticipated her touch on my forming erection. “Well, your best bet is to try words.” She popped the top button moving down to the next. “I know.” She squinted a playful glare. “Go on then.” I chuckled. “You're never stuck for words. When you are they're still coming out of your mouth.” “Cheeky.” She popped another two buttons and peered down the front of my combats. She hummed. ...