Emily

Emily holds her gabardine trench coat open as she stands in front of the full length mirror in her private office bathroom and admires how fucking hot she looks. She's wearing a camisole, with matching stockings and panties that she bought at lunch today. It's a black mid thigh length camisole with a ruched seem on one side. The cups fit her full natural breasts perfectly, a little too small making them bulge out of the top just a little. The stockings are black, smooth and simple, just a subtle bow on the hem. The panties are fine lace that is so soft she can hardly tell she's wearing them, also black. It all feels expensive, and it was.

She changed into it now because Jake is coming home tonight, he'll be there waiting for her, and she is horny. She wants it to be very clear that she is getting that dick as soon as Jake sees her. She looks and feels sexy as fuck in this lingerie and she knows he won't be able to keep his hands off of her. She can barely keep her hands off of herself.

She buttons the coat, stuffs her clothes into her tote bag, and turns off the lights. She checks off her list on the desk calendar with sharp lines through each work task. She shuts her laptop, places it in her desk drawer on top of her gun, mase, and taser, closes the drawer and locks it. She glances outside before opening the door, as she always does, as any woman knows to at night.

Someone standing next to a car in the dark caught her eye. No, not one person, it's a couple making out up against their car. Emily just stares at them for at least a minute imagining that the couple is her and Jake, he has her pinned against the wall and they're tongue-fucking each other. She feels a little guilty for watching but then thinks, if they wanted privacy they wouldn't be making out in a parking lot. It is pretty hot too, the woman is pressed against the car by the man's hips and she has one leg wrapped around his ass and thigh pulling him into her. Obviously she is getting some clit stimulation in this position. Emily leaves her building, locks the door and walks past the couple to her car. As she passes them the man slides his hand up the woman's shirt and starts rubbing her breast. The woman moans and starts to roll her hips, grinding against him.

Before she reaches her car, Emily notices that the street light in that corner of the parking lot is burned out. In the dark with a field and clouded night sky backdrop beyond the parking lot, her blacked out, matte black car is almost invisible. Her grip tightens a little on her tote bag and she twists the nozzle on the keychain mase in her other hand to the unlocked position with her thumb. The car unlocks at her touch and she gets in. As soon as she sits in the warm leather seat with the doors locked, she takes a breath and relaxes a little.

She's about to start the car when the couple making out catches her eye in the mirror. They are directly under a working street light and she's surprised by how well she can see them. She is also surprised by how hot their make-out session is getting. It could very well move way beyond making out she thinks. The woman's shirt is up over her breast on one side and the man's hand is cupping it and he's rubbing her nipple. He breaks their kiss to kiss down her neck to the top of her large breast, then takes her nipple in his mouth. Emily can see the moan move through the woman's body and leave her mouth.

She takes her finger off of the start button, but it's too late, she already has her foot on the brake which floods the darkness around her car with a dull red light. The woman looks at her. She isn't looking at Emily of course, but it sure feels like she is. Emily blushes and freezes for a moment, staring at the couple. The woman says something to the man, he turns his head slightly to see Emily's car, says something to her and she nods. They both stand up straight and the woman leaves the man at the driver's door to walk around the front of the car. Emily's heart is racing, she feels dirty and guilty and now they know she has been watching. At least they're leaving, she thinks. She feels her cheeks getting hot and her stomach twists in panic or maybe thrill. She can feel the moist heat rising between her legs too.

Emily moves to start her car again and get the fuck out of there, hoping for the best outcomes from this. That they are just driving though town. They're not from here and she'll never see them again. They're at least not clients or employees or business owners in this area. That they didn't recognize her or her car, it is so dark after all. That even if they did, they wouldn't say anything, they're the one's getting it on in a parking lot after all.

She looks in the mirror, waiting until they're gone to start her car, her foot still on the brake. Her mouth drops open and she lets out a breath that's almost a laugh. They aren't gone, they aren't even in the car. They're at the front of their car now which is facing the back of Emily's and just two or three car lengths away. The man is lifting her shirt and kissing his way down her chest and stomach. The woman is smiling and has her eyes fixed on Emily's car. She actually waves, it's a subtle but clear sexy wave, and Emily's heart beats in her throat. This is for her now, they want her watch. The nervous flutter in her stomach just shot through her core and she can feel her panties getting wet around her pussy. Curiosity and excitement take over and Emily lifts her foot off of the brake.

Now the woman is sitting on the hood of the car, her shirt is up over both breasts. She has nice full tits, they are natural with a slight sag from their weight, and Emily can see from here that her nipples are hard in the cool night air. She is leaned back with one hand holding her steady on the hood. Her feet are up on the bumper and her legs are spread wide. Between her legs is the man's head. Her other hand is palming the back of his head, her fingers tangled in his hair. He is kneeling on the ground, holding on to this woman's ass and eating her out.

Emily hasn't ever thought of herself as a voyeur or an exhibitionist, she doesn't even particularly enjoy watching porn. Once in a while, usually after a nice relaxing bath, and if Jake is out of town, which is about half of the year, she will go to the site that she believes she can trust to be ethical. She will find a video that fits her mood just right. This may take an hour sometimes. It has to be perfect or it will ruin her orgasm and just end up being a frustration. She'll find one that checks off all the boxes and she slides into bed naked, surrounded by warm soft sheets, blankets and pillows. She casts the video from her phone to the huge TV at the end of her bed. The size and quality of the TV make it feel as though the people are right there, and her vivid imagination allows her to become one of them.

These moments are rare, but they are nice. Emily knows her body well and she can pleasure herself for as long as she feels like in the moment, and when she's ready, make herself cum more intensely than anyone. Anyone except for Jake and one woman that she slept with years ago. She will never forget that woman and she is often the memory she reaches for to get herself to climax.

Sitting here in the dark, watching these two beautiful people feels a lot like those moments to Emily. The difference is that they know she is watching and this is just for her. She's been invited to watch and enjoy, and at that thought, she unbuttons and opens her coat and pulls the camisole up to her waist. She leans the seat back a little and adjusts the mirror with her head laid back and comfortable against the soft leather headrest. She slides her hand down her fine lace panties and just holds her entire pussy for a moment, noticing the heat rising from her swollen labia and the wetness that is coating her fingers and palm.

Emily locks her eyes on the couple and imagines first that she is the woman. She can practically feel his tongue devouring her clit as she starts to stroke and circle her own. Her fingers and clit are so wet and slippery that it's easy to imagine that someone is eating her out. She can see the large muscles in his back, shoulders and arms as he licks enthusiastically and pulls the woman's pussy to his mouth. Emily's mind places those strong arms under her thighs and his huge hands on her hips and ass. Her breathing grows heavy and loud. She let's out a moan and realizes that she can be as loud as she wants and nobody will hear her, except for the couple maybe but she's pretty sure they would appreciate that. Now she's feeling excited and her pussy wants more.

Emily's attention shifts when the woman drops her head back as she moans, and the arch of her back lifts her tits up into Emily's focus. Now she imagines that she is on her knees between the woman's legs staring at her pussy. She breathes in her own scent, calling back memories of the smells of women she has made love to. She loves that smell, that taste, the way a clit feels under her tongue. The way a pussy feels around her fingers when they're inside making the person squirm and scream out in pleasure.

At this thought, Emily slides her middle finger inside her dripping wet pussy. It immediately clenches down in waves. She is so close to cumming already. She slides a second finger in and starts to stroke, then releases her other hand from the door handle and rubs her clit with it. She welcomes the orgasm, doesn't prolong it or make herself wait or hold back at all. She embraces the pleasure and lets it flood through her body. It pours out from her core making her legs shake, her chest tingle, her arms tremble and her pussy quiver in pulsing spasms. She lets go of any fear or shame keeping her throat and mouth tight and let's out a primal moan that transforms into a growl, then a sob and back to a moan.

When she is finished Emily looks in the mirror to see that the couple is gone. She smiles and takes a deep breath and says a silent thank you to them through the night sky. As she drives home, she can't help thinking how strange that was, can't believe that it actually happened. She's glad that it did though, "Fuck I really needed that release." she thought.

It's at least a thirty minute drive from the office to Emily's house and all she can think about is fucking Jake. Her whole body is aching for the touch of his lips, his tongue, his hands, and especially his dick. She wonders if it's bad for their relationship that they have sex out of necessity the moment they see each other when he gets home from a work trip. When she explores this thought a little, all she can think of is how great they are together and dismisses the idea with a smile.

They are open and honest about everything. The things they keep to themselves are kept as private personal things, things that make a person feel like they are an individual person. They aren't kept as "secrets" or out of any ill will. They know and respect this about each other and have had many conversations on the topic. They communicate so well together and video chat every day, at least once, when Jake is out of town. They have both gotten very good at video call sex.

It was awkward at first. They didn't know whether to just start masturbating and show it, or if that's even what the other wants to see. It made Emily feel especially self conscious about her body. As a woman, she's always had things about her own body that she hates, and that was only getting worse with age. She wouldn't have even considered video call sex with anyone other than Jake. He made her feel sexy. He writes Emily these notes and letters sometimes that make her so hot for him. Not because they're dirty, although they absolutely are, but because they tell her in great detail how much he loves her. Every part of her, her mind, her personality, and most of all her body. He worships her as a whole person and his desire is driven by her pleasure.

The hardest thing about the video calls is talking dirty. If you don't have good dirty talking communication, it's nearly impossible to get each other off. They started off by trying to learn by watching porn. That was a mistake. It became clear pretty quickly that people don't really talk like that. At least not Emily and Jake. They both did some research, shared articles, podcasts and some books, and they realized that it's all about sex communication skills. Learning these skills took time, and there were some awkward moments, but oh my god it was worth it.

Learning how to communicate their sexuality to each other created a new level of eroticism in each of them personally and in their relationship. That's because in order to communicate their sexuality to the other, they had to explore and understand it for themselves as well. That's not something that we are encouraged to do in this world for the most part. In fact, its usually frowned upon or outright forbidden. That became very clear to them through this experience. It's a life long journey that will change with time, but right now it is great for them both. They have learned to give and receive pleasure of many kinds like never before, and that has brought them closer together than either of them ever knew was possible. It has also made their sex life and orgasms more incredible than either of them knew was possible.