Returning Emilys Scarf

This story is a follow-up to my first submission - Airborne with Emily.

Both works are pure fiction and have no basis in fact.

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Returning Emily's scarf

I stared intensely at the business card. Was that really her cellphone number?

Emily Ratajkowski had been sitting next to me on my flight to LA. I had watched as she de-stressed for sleep by masturbating alongside me. I had even caressed her legs to enhance her post orgasmic bliss.

I had found her scarf by her seat after she'd disembarked and now here I was in a toilet cubicle, holding a business card that had fallen out of the scarf. On it were written her twitter handle and a phone number.

I began to consider the possibilities. If she had accidentally left the scarf behind her why was there a business card wrapped in it? Had she left the scarf intentionally for somebody to find? Was that someone me? It seemed too outlandish to be true.

I cleaned up, headed through immigration and baggage, then took a cab to my hotel. I hadn't slept well on the flight, what with watching one of the world's most beautiful women take her sexual release before me. I had a room service dinner and fell asleep.

The next day was a whirlwind of meetings, lunch, and more meetings. All the while I had the card in my back pocket and Emily's scarf in my bag. I felt duty bound to protect it by keeping it close.

My last meeting concluded, and I headed back to my hotel. Before my mind turned to dinner plans I took another look at the business card. I began to tap it on my knee as I thought it all through once again. It's not a 'business' business card - surely that would include email details and a postal address?

Could it be a 'personal' business card? Something she gives to those she wants to be close to her? Her twitter handle is no secret, but maybe it's her way of casually identifying herself?

Maybe the phone number connects to her assistant?

I couldn't in all good conscience keep her scarf. I had to return it. The only means to arrange that were on the card. I didn't feel I could tweet her publicly, which left the phone number.

I picked up my phone and started dialling the number. Before hitting the call button I stopped then hit delete.

I opened the messages app on my phone, started a new message and typed the number into the sender box.

What to write? I thought.

'Hey, this is Adam. I met Emily on her flight to LA yesterday. She left her scarf on board and I have it with me. I'm in LA for a couple more days so I'm happy to arrange its return. I'm not sure if this number is an assistant or Emily's private number - it was on a card with the scarf. Please do get back to me and we'll arrange the safe return of her scarf.'

Then the eternal question. Should I leave a x kiss at the end?

No harm I thought so I dropped a couple on the end of the message.

I left my phone on the bed and went to the bathroom to take a leak. I went back to my phone. No reply yet.

I opened the message I'd sent. At the bottom was a speech bubble with the three grey dots that tell you that the recipient is typing. The speech bubble disappeared as a reply was displayed on the screen.

'Hey! Thanks! Are you free to return the scarf this evening? Xx' read the response.

An erection again. Could it be her? Kisses?? Polite kisses as a reply to my own, I thought.

'Tonight is fine', I started replying. 'Who am I speaking with? Is this Emily or an assistant?'

'It's Em :)' came the response.

I had a brief panic. Was it really her? This could be an elaborate scam of some sort, or she could think that I'm a scammer.

'You know', I began, 'just to be certain, I'll send you a photo of the scarf, so you can be certain it's yours.'

I took a quick selfie of me holding her scarf next to my face with a cheesy grin and hit send.

The reply was a big grin emoji, followed by 'thank you so much!'

'I'm sorry, but I need to be sure you're part of Emily's team. I'm sure she wouldn't want this to end up on eBay! :)'

I looked at the message thread. The replies had been snappy up until now. Perhaps it was a weird and elaborate scam after all.

I put the phone down and lay on the bed. I held the scarf to my face and inhaled the perfume deeply. Such a sweet heady arousing aroma!

I felt my phone vibrate on the bed alongside me.

The lock screen said '1 new message: photo'.

I unlocked my phone and opened the message.

The photo was a selfie of Emily. It's a face I've seen a thousand times and I never tire of it. That flawless olive skin, her eyes, deep and brown, lips glossy.

She had one eyebrow raised and the opposite corner of her mouth pulled to one side. Next to her she held a piece of paper with a message scrawled on it with a sharpie. It said 'Yes Adam, you dummy, it's me!' finished off with a kiss and a smiley face.

Ok! It's her! I started giggling. I wasn't sure what was going on. I typed her number into my contacts and hit the 'store' button. In my phone she was now Em.

My phone vibrated again - 'Em wants to share their location with you.'

What?

I hit accept, and shared mine back.

The next time my phone vibrated it was a new message from Emily.

'I'm at my hotel and I'll be here all evening. Could you bring my scarf over? Xx'

'Sure thing, I'll be over in an hour.'

I was beginning to think I was having a vivid fantasy and still asleep.

I had had a long day so I took a hot shower, put on some fresh clothes and headed out, Emily's scarf in my bag and a head full of possibilities.

As the taxi approached her hotel I sent her a message.

'I'm almost there. Shall I leave the scarf at reception for you?'

':/'

was her reply

'I'll see you in the lobby xx', was her follow up.

I took a deep breath before I stepped out of the taxi.

The hotel lobby was spacious and light. Hotel staff flitted around but there was no sign of any guests. And no sign of Emily.

I checked the location tracking app on my phone. She and I were in the same place. She was here somewhere.

As I looked back up the elevator ahead of me opened.

A single figure was silhouetted by the elevator light. A woman with gently flared hips, a nipped waist, and long hair flowing behind her. As she stepped towards me into the light of the lobby my mouth went dry. It was Emily.

She walked towards me with those hips swaying gently from side to side.

Her open mouth morphed into a smile as she caught my gaze. She waved at me.

"Hey! Adam!", she said, loudly enough to turn almost every head in the lobby.

I sheepishly waved in response.

Once she got up to me she didn't stop. I hesitated and began to take a step backwards, but it was too late. She embraced me warmly and gave me a peck on the cheek.

My cock hardened and my eyes widened. She stepped back from me and said 'This is so kind of you - thank you so much!'

My eyes widened again. This? Kind? Oh yes, the scarf!

"Oh, right yes of course. Here you go."

I fumbled through my bag to pick up the scarf.

I handed it over to her.

She took the scarf, gave it a little shake and folded it neatly.

"I'm so sorry that I put you to this trouble. Are you hungry? They have great sushi here. Please, be my guest - the least I can do is get you dinner."

"Ah, well, if you're sure? I don't want to interfere with any other plans you might have."

"No no, it's fine. It would be my pleasure," she said.

I was going for dinner with Emily Ratajkowski. Wow!

"Great! I just need to visit the bathroom and I'll meet you in the restaurant."

"So," she said, "I'm staying in this amazing suite with a private terrace. Why don't we eat there?"

I could only go with the flow.

My mouth went dry again.

I nodded and gave her a thumbs up.

"Okay," she chuckled, "let's go."

The elevator was private. It went directly to her suite.

As we stepped in I admired her beauty once again. Emily can make any clothes looks sexy and her dress this evening was no exception.

She was wearing a black ribbed jersey dress, above the knee. It stuck to her curves like a second skin. The buttons at the front were undone to just above her sternum. One side of the opening had fallen away to reveal her healthy cleavage, looking soft and inviting. I thought I could just about see the aureola of her right breast - surely she's not braless again?!

We rode the lift in a slightly awkward silence. I was overcome by this amazing woman and the warmth of her kindness.

The elevator doors opened. She wasn't wrong about the suite. It took over one corner of the roof space. The outer walls were completely glass - views of the Hollywood Hills to the north, the Pacific to the west. The furnishing was modern and minimal. As we stepped in to the suite I noticed the bedroom to the left, also with stunning views.

We went out on to the roof terrace. "I thought we could have dinner here," she smiled.

"Spectacular!", I responded. As I drank in the view Emily stepped back inside to order room service for us.

"Dinner is coming soon," she said with a smile. She was holding the scarf in her hand. She held it up and waved it at me. "Selfie together?", she said.

"Sure, why not," I replied.

She walked over to me. "We need that sunset," she said.

She turned her back to the sun, put the scarf around her neck and held her phone up in the classic 'selfie' position - arm outstretched, just above her head.

"Well? Don't just stand there," she giggled. I was standing too far away from her to be in the photo so I'm moved a little closer.

She rolled her eyes. "Closer!", she said.

I moved right alongside her, our hip bones touching gently.

"Almost, just a little closer."

I pressed into her. The only way to maintain the pose was to place my arm around her waist and pull. As I did she put her arm around my shoulders to steady herself against me. I could feel the softness of her breast pressing against my chest. If that wasn't stimulating enough her scent was driving me crazy.

I tried to smile naturally, while Emily subtly tilted her head as she took the selfies. We broke our embrace while she scrolled through the images. Suddenly she stopped. "Perfect," she said while her thumbs typed away at her phone screen.

My phone vibrated.

'New tweet from Emily Ratajkowski. Tap here to open.'

She had tweeted one of the photos she had just taken. Emily was looking stunning, head tilted towards me while I grinned like an idiot.

The caption read 'Thanks to my new friend Adam for rescuing my missing scarf #scarfrescue #myhero'

I was speechless.

Emily put the scarf around her neck.

I asked Emily for the restroom, and I went in for a moment of contemplation.

What was going on here? I was about to have dinner with one of my top masturbation fantasies. And she's taking selfies with me. I checked my phone.

The tweet already had been liked about 50 times. The first comment - 'you get all the good ones Em!' had been written by Kendall Jenner. Emily had replied with a heart.

I'd totally forgotten my case of mistaken identity and I blushed as I recalled it. Best not spoil the mood by telling Emily about that!

I washed up and joined Emily back on the terrace. She has opened a beer for each of us, and had just taken a swig as I picked up my bottle.

"Here's to your scarf," I said, raising my beer bottle to her. Emily clinked her bottle against mine and took another sip.

"And to my hero!" Emily's response caught me by surprise while I was still drinking - I almost choked!

The food Emily ordered had been delivered while I'd been in the restroom so we sat together at the table to eat.

"You seemed a little nervous when I sat beside you on the plane," she said.

"What can I say? I go weak in the presence of beauty," I replied, instantly regretting saying something so cheesy.

"Ah, Alison Moyet," said Emily, referring to the singer who had a hit with a song with that title. Her comment put me at ease again.

"I don't move in circles with famous people so I guess I was a little star struck," I said.

Well, I've had worse travelling companions," she said, "Somehow I felt able to completely relax with you next to me. And you were so sweet to look after me like that."

I put my sushi down.

"Like what?"

"You know. You saw me helping myself to sleep and the way you rubbed me was so soothing it really helped."

I nearly dropped my chop sticks.

"Oh! You know, I'm really sorry about that. I don't know what came over me. You looked so serene while you were, er, taking care of yourself, I couldn't help myself."

She reached across me, and pulled my face across to hers and kissed me on the cheek.

"No need to apologise."

She smiled warmly and continued eating.

I took a sip of my beer and as I put the bottle down she said, "you know that's why you're here, right?"

I shook my head, puzzled.

"Most men in your position would have been texting their friends about it, or trying to record a video of me doing that. You had enough respect for me to let me carry on in peace, and then amplify my bliss by stroking me. I left the scarf and the card on purpose. You felt compelled to give it back to me. It's another demonstration of your respect and kindness towards me. And now you're being rewarded."

"Well, the sushi is delicious, thank you."

Emily sniggered.

We talked some more about nothing in particular while we finished eating, and the sun set behind us.

"It's getting cold," I said.

Emily stood up and stepped across me. She was straddling me. I could feel her warm breath on my face. She took off the scarf and looped it behind me, pulling it back and forth until it was sitting behind my neck.

"Feeling a little warmer now?", she asked, with a raised eyebrow and a smile.

"Yeah, little bit." I was struggling to speak.

Emily pushed her hips forwards so her butt was seated higher up my thigh. I'd had an erection all night and she was perilously close to sitting right on it.

She pulled the ends of the scarf towards her and my head motioned in her direction. My eyes were wide. Hers were looking into mine, and as she began moving closer and tilting her head to the right her eyes drifted down towards my mouth.

I knew what was coming but it still caught me by surprise. Emily's lips touched mine and I flinched. She pulled back a little and smiled before pressing her lips against mine again. Her mouth was soft, moist and warm, and her lipgloss tasted of strawberries.

The kiss was broken for the briefest moment before Emily began kissing me again. This time she placed her hands gently on my cheeks and turned my head slightly. I felt her lips part and her tongue drifted gently over my lips. I was enjoying the sensation so I didn't immediately part my own. The strokes of her tongue became more elaborate as she appreciated the pleasure she was giving me.

I had been virtually paralysed up to this point. I may have hoped this could happen but I never imagined that it really would.

As I allowed my lips to part to accept Emily's probing tongue I raised my hands to Emily's waist and gently caressed her waist. She wiggled closer, now sitting right against my erection. My own tongue began its own playful dance across Emily's lips and tongue, and my hands reached around to her back and I continued to stroke and caress it like a piece of delicate silk.

Emily's tongue probaed a little deeper as our kisses became slowly less gentle, and her hips started rocking back and forth. I could feel her pubic bone pressed against my cock, and as I pulled her closer she moaned lightly.

Now her magnificent breasts were pressed hard into my chest. The warmth of her body was enveloping mine, and my nostrils were full of the scent of her perfume. My hands were stroking her from the back of her head right down to the small of her back.

She broke the kiss and sat back with a sigh.

Emily took my hand as she stood up, and lead me inside. She guided me into her bedroom.

Spacious and modern, the large double bed had fresh white linen.

I moved closer to Emily.

She stopped me and took a step back.

"You do realise that dinner wasn't your reward, right?"

As she said that she pulled the shoulders of her dress away from her body and pushed her dress to the floor.

"This is your reward."

My brain froze.

I was right about Emily's bra - there wasn't one. As my eyes tracked down I was spellbound. Her tone of her olive skin was perfect as cast my eyes over her perfect teardrop breasts, down to her taut stomach, with a hint of definition to her abs.

As my gaze lowered further, the next surprise. Emily had been totally naked under the dress all this time. Her pussy was shaven, framed beautifully by those perfectly proportioned thigh of hers.

I looked her in the eye, still dumbfounded.

"I don't know what to say," I said.

She cocked her eyebrow and smirked at me.

"This is my way of thanking you Adam, you don't have to say anything."

With that Emily stepped over to me and began kissing me again.

My hands roamed across her back, her naked skin warm and soft to my touch. My hand went into her hair and I pulled her head tight into mine as our lips and tongues became more frenzied.

I brought my other hand around to her breast. I'd imagined touching them so many times before in my wet dreams but the reality was so much better. They were magnificent handfuls of flesh, pliant and warm, and Emily began to moan as I kneaded one. My other hand moved to fondle her butt cheeks, the flesh firm and the skin smooth.

We moved back to the bed. Emily lay on her back and I placed gentle kisses on one side of her neck, while gently caressing the other side of it with my fingers.

Emily responded by panting and moaning. Then she returned the favour, her soft pillowy lips planting soft urgent kisses on my neck. My cock pulsed in appreciation.

I moved down to her breasts. I gently kneaded one while giving eager attention to the nipple of the other with my tongue. I teased it with my teeth, playing with some biting and pulling, followed by soft gentle caresses of my tongue.

Emily's hand had drifted down to her pussy. She was idly rubbing her clit. It was adding to her sensory experience, she wasn't racing to the finish.

I broke off for a moment and Emily sighed deeply.

"Aaah," she smiled, eyes still closed.

I was still fully clothed. That had to change.

I stood up and loosened my belt. Emily opened her eyes and sat up.

"Oh no you don't, that's my job!"

Emily sat on the edge of the bed, pulled my shirt out from my trousers and began undoing the buttons. Once the last button was released she stroked her hands from my stomach all the way up to my shoulders, pulling the shirt back, then dragging it off my shoulders to fall to the floor. She leaned forward to kiss my stomach. She planted soft kisses all the way across my stomach. Her hands stroking my sides all the while. Eventually her hands drifted upwards to my nipples and she stroked them between her fingers. Slowly her kisses headed upwards until her tongue was sneaking around one nipple while her fingers worked on the other. The sensations as incredible- I could barely stand.

Her hands and kisses moved back down to my belt and she released my trousers which fell to the floor. With a deft flick of her hands she pulled my briefs down with one swift tug.

"Huh," she said. My cock was the hardest it's ever been and it was right in front of her face, glistening with precum.

"You're enjoying your reward I see."

Emily took my cock gently in one hand and placed a delicate kiss on my cock head.

Omigod omigod omigod. It took all of my resolve not to spray her face with cum right there and then. Some more precum escaped. Emily sighed "Boy that thing is ready to blow!"

I sighed and sniggered "you're not wrong there!"