My Sons Best Friend Part 2
8pm arrived and there was a sharp rap on the front door, Dan opened it hesitantly. Dressed in a casual suit with a black shirt, he looked elegant and understated. Emily cast an eye over him, appreciating his efforts in his appearance. She wore a simple black fitted dress, full length, heavy silver coloured zip down the front. Sleeveless with a high collar warming her slender neck, the rest clinging to her petite form. Stockinged legs and plain black heels completed her simple outfit. Dan gasped "beautiful" he said. There was a nervous pause, Dan broke the silence, "so what do you want to do?" he asked, a little too hastily, "we could go out? do you like to go out? or I can cook? No, I don't have anything.... oh I have pasta, do you like pasta?"
Emily watched him with a small smile on her face taking a step towards him just as his eyes turned back to her and he trailed off from "lets start with wine..." He faltered, she was so close he could smell her, a heady mix of the musk of her perfume and her natural odour of nighttime flowers and sexuality. She raised a finger to his lips, her soft lips pouting, "shhhh, lets just stay here." She took his hand, he gasped as he felt a tingle of electricity where their skin met, and guided him to the couch. "I'm sorry...." he started, but was silenced when she shook her head, her thick dark brown hair rolling sensuously as she moved her head, settling again to frame her face.
He sat and watched her as she walked across to the door to close it. She didn't walk, he concluded, she glided, even in heels it appeared that she was floating on air. There was no wiggle to her walk, just an easy but purposeful elegance, with an air of confidence. He realised he had stopped breathing and drew in a sharp long gasp as she turned to walk back to him, stopping just a little in front of him. Emily knew he was watching her and was exploiting this, she knew how to mould a man to meet her desires. Dan, however, felt different, "this is not some one off fuck" she thought to herself.
Dan shook his head, bringing himself out of his reverie, "I'm sorry?" he enquired, "I didn't catch your last question?" "Music?" Emily repeated, "we need music". Dan handed Emily his notebook after first launching the music player and making sure it was streaming to the room speakers. He watched her, stood with the device trying to manipulate the controls, she finally conceded she needed to sit, and turned round one of the dining chairs from the table, moving it closer to the wireless receiver when it wasn't responding quick enough. "Clever girl" Dan thought, watching her carefully, her dark eyes downcast as she sucked the corner of her bottom lip in concentration, hair tucked behind her ear as she delicately made her selection. Realising he had become seduced by her beauty and was under her control, "her spell" he breathed. Emily shot him a glance, her eyes smiling knowingly, telling him she had heard, returning to complete her selection and place the notebook out of the way.
She just had time to return to the dining chair and turn it to face Dan, leaving a four foot gap between the chair and him, when the deep bassy tones of the song burst out of the speakers. Emily instantly started dancing, swinging her hips side to side in time with the throbbing bass beat in a half squat as she held onto the back of the chair. Dan's jaw dropped. Turning elegantly over the back of the chair, she repeats the swinging in time to the beat on the other side of the chair, this time her ass pushed towards Dan as it swayed in mesmerising rhythm.
Turning again Emily sits on the chair, opening and closing her legs in time to the music, she stretches out her long leg in front of her and leans down, running the long, finely finished fingernail up the length of her leg from her ankle, gently dragging the hem of her skirt up with her to give Dan s glimpse of what lies beneath. Switching legs in time to the music, she repeats, leg pointing to side of chair this time. Her movements swift, hitting the deep beat precisely, this was a well rehearsed performance. Dan shifts on the couch, not moving to hide the bulge straining against the fly of his trousers.
Emily brings her legs together and crosses her ankles, legs straight in front of her, body straight, she gradually pulls the zip down, again revealing the swell of her breasts, in time, her pierced navel appeared, on beat, and finally the dress separated. She stood at the end of the bridge to turn elegantly around the chair, and dance swaying, clinging to the chair back. Through her turn Dan had full view of her lacy fitted shorts, her stockings and suspenders and her matching bra. His hand fell to his bulge and he released his throbbing cock from its confines. Grasping the thick 9 inch member, he stroked himself as he watched.
Emily lost herself for a second when she saw the cock, but quickly regained her composure. She slid onto the chair sideways laying back with her legs in the air. Legs moving in time, she lifted her pelvis and slid the lacy shorts over her ass. Easing the panties up her legs slowly until they reached her knees where she whipped them off quickly and threw them at Dan. He picked up the lace object, holding them to his nose and inhaling her scent, before wrapping them around his cock and stroking with them, enjoying the feel of lace against his pulsing veins. Emily sat up on the chair and faced him, opening and closing her legs in time again, he could see the smallest of glimpses of piece of satin not even close to covering her pussy lips. He groaned, the teasing and anticipation baiting him.
She rose, purposeful look in her eyes, hint of flame flicking in her dark orbs, her eyes locked with Dan's, drawing him to her, his head following her face as she rose. She whipped round breaking the gaze, her hands moving to her breasts, covering them and playfully jiggling for two beats. Two fingers pulled out a small metal object from her left cup, which she palmed. Emily slid the straps off her shoulders, causing Dan to sit forward pausing for breath, she deftly unhooked it at the front and just dropped it to the floor, pulling her nipples out as far as she could, twisting and then flicking them as she released them. Dan gasped loving the full curve and pertness of her breast, with petite areola's and large buds.
Hooking the straps of her thong over the backs of her hands, thumbs tucked in, still holding the metal object, Emily pulled out the stretchy straps over her shoulders. It was a little tight and cut across her nipples, cutting her sex in half. Sitting again with her pelvis tilted forward, rubbing her clit below the cameltoe, watching as Dan licked his lips. She unfolded the small pocket knife, placing the flat of the blade against her hot sex. Carefully guiding the blade upward, to just above the little heart shaped piece of satin, she cut it in one swift move, the fabric springing from her.
Naked but for her stockings and suspenders, and heels, Emily stood and moved the chair forward. The music had finished and Dan was still stroking his enormous erection, dripping precum, all he wanted was to touch her. Emily leaned back on the chair, slipping off her shoe and stretching out her stockinged foot and gently caressing his cock. She groaned softly, still rubbing her clit, watching him with his head back and eyes closed. She moved her foot just as the perfect stream of hot piss arced across the gap, hitting Dan directly on his cock and balls. His eyes snapped open, not able to stand it any more he dropped to his knees, letting the stream soak through his clothes as he crawled towards her. Burying his head between her legs he drank the rest of her golden fluid and started to probe her wet sex with his tongue. It was Emily's turn to close her eyes and sigh.
Amaranth
27th April 2013
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