December 2020
After Ana flew out of town, I was left in New York by myself. Honestly it wasn't so bad, despite the pandemic making hotel life somewhat awkward. I used the couple days I was alone to mostly rest and relax by myself. I slept in super late, because there's no better sleep than in a toasty bed in the middle of a freezing winter. Then I would get up, take my time getting ready for the day, and then wander the streets. Shopping in New York was always fun, as well as just taking in the sights. Fewer sights though there were because of the pandemic, but oh well. On to the meat of the story.
As Christmas neared, my planned rendezvous in New York finally contacted me. Emma. Fucking. Watson. Imagine the number of times I pumped my fist in joy when her name finally dinged on my phone, informing me she was being driven into town now, and would be checking into her own hotel later. My heart skipped a bit at realizing that Emma and I were closer than we had been basically in the entire last year.
It's kind of hard to put into words how much I missed Emma. Every lady that comes to the Lodge is perfect in her own way, but there was just something about Emma that made me think about her...ohhhhh...every single day? So when the pandemic hit and she was basically stranded in London for it, the bummer that was me missing her got worse and worse over time. We connected a few times, sure. We would have chats, we started our own mini pandemic book club, we would dirty-talk each other over a video call, one time she watched Anya and I fuck while she masturbated, etc. But, all that wasn't the same as feeling her body pressed against me. The idea that I'd get to feel that again soon was making me very giddy.
Emma and I had planned our time together very carefully. She was only going to be in New York for a short window, so we were certainly going to make it count. The first step was for the two of us to meet up in a way that assured us we weren't going to be seen by either the paparazzi or anyone else who may have recognized Emma. Sure I could've just made my way into Emma's hotel, but the concern of someone at the hotel eyeing her and keeping an extra eye on who she was with was always there. So Emma and I created a different plan.
Her hotel was right on the edge of Central Park, just like mine was. So when she said she was getting close and would be checked in soon, I made my way over there. It had been a cold day, but not completely freezing. The cloudy overcast in the sky was keeping the extremely cold air out, but in exchange the day was quite dark. The evening had grown even darker. I walked along the edge of the park casually, watching the end of day traffic go by, and soon I was across the street from Emma's hotel.
I waited patiently, dressed sufficiently that the cold didn't bother me. Yet another benefit of a mask, keeping my face warm. There was minimal traffic in front of Emma's hotel, with the valet out front waiting patiently in a thick coat. But, no one appeared that I saw. Emma's car had already beaten me here, and she was already inside. I looked up at the building, seeing that like many of the hotels in New York, its windows were also mirrored and unable to be seen through. As I was admiring them, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.
Emma: "Coming downstairs."
Me: "I'm across the street by the entrance to the park. You'll see me."
And so I waited. But then I was rewarded. I soon saw a shape emerging from the front doors of the hotel, and then it started to move across the crosswalk towards me. Illuminated by the street lights, it was clearly a woman's shape judging from both the shoulder-length hair sticking out of a knitted beanie, and the heeled boots clicking across the asphalt. The shape was wearing a very long, almost ankle-length wool coat that was buttoned up, hiding the rest of her. I stared at the shape, and as it got closer, I saw those eyes. Emma's eyes. She was wearing a mask, but there was no mistaking them.
I stood under a light, until I was sure she saw me, then I turned around and headed into the park. I walked a short way, and then turned back to look. Emma was following me. I walked a little more, starting to follow the curved footpath into the park past the first line of trees. Once I was past those, I stopped and waited again. Emma followed me down the path as she approached. Then she got closer. And closer. And started to walk right towards me. I turned to face her as she closed in on me. And then, when she was barely 3 feet from me, the two of us both reached out, and grabbed at each other.
Emma and I crashed into each other as each wrapped their arms around the other. Even with a mask on, Emma's scene flooded into my nostrils and got my heartbeat going faster. Emma squeezed me as hard as her arms could, and pressed her head against my shoulder. I leaned my head down against hers, and smelled her hair again just to make sure it was her. As I did, Emma leaned her head up to look at me.
"Kiss me..." Emma said softly.
"Don't take your mask off, someone might see," I said quickly.
"To hell with that..." Emma said.
She lifted her head up towards me, and with one hand grabbed her mask at her chin. Her other hand reached for mine as she started to lean in towards me. Then, with one graceful pull, she slid hers down below her mouth, and did the same for mine. For a split second, I saw Emma's perfect lips framed in the tiniest smirk, and then she pressed them to mine. My heart was racing as I felt it, immediately remembering exactly what Emma's lips felt like on every part of my body. We held that kiss for what felt like an hour. Then we quickly kissed several more times, sliding our tongues together as Emma moaned quietly. Then, with one quick snap motion, we backed away, and both masks went back up.
"Umm...wow..." Emma said as she took a deep breath.
I took a look around. In the darkness of the park, we seemed to be completely alone. As I looked back at Emma, I could tell from her eyes that she was smiling underneath her mask. Emma ran her hand up to her hair, pulling it and twirling it in her fingers with nervous energy.
"What should we do?" I asked.
Emma moved toward me while giving me another smile with her eyes. Then she pulled me in for another hug.
"I need to stretch my legs a bit after that flight. Come on," Emma said.
She released me from the hug, and then looped one of her arms into mine. We started to walk deeper into the park, arm in arm, like we were any other couple out on an evening stroll. I of course had to admire her for a moment as we started. Even wearing a mask, Emma looked completely gorgeous, and I hadn't taken in the sight of her in person for a long time. Emma caught me looking, and then gave me a wink as we continued.
We continued into the park, dipping in and out of the park's overhead lights in the early winter evening. Aside from those, the park was getting darker by the moment. Emma and I walked and talked, keeping our voices low despite the fact that we were encountering few people in the park. I guess not everyone was as enthusiastic as we were about being outside on a December evening.
The cold didn't seem to bother either of us. From how bundled up she was I was wondering if Emma could feel any of it. She was able to continue speaking normally as we continued, and only once when we stopped for a moment at an intersecting path did she cuddle up against me. It was at this intersection that we decided to go deeper into the park rather than back towards her hotel. Our catching up conversation was engrossing enough that we wanted to keep going. And that's when things took a turn.
As Emma and I went deeper into the park, the landmarks became fewer and fewer. We were well away from the streets that surrounded the park, and seeing fewer landmarks like baseball fields and gazebos. At a certain point we looked around and only saw trees in every direction.
"I guess it's hard to get lost in here with a map on the phone and all, but still..." I said as I looked around.
Emma did the same, looking behind us, and then off to the sides. There really was nothing there but trees.
"Mhm," Emma said.
At that point Emma stopped walking, and I was subsequently stopped by her pulling on my arm to hold me back. I turned to look at her, but all I saw was a quick whoosh of her pushing herself back into me. Emma brought her hand up to my face as we got close. Before I could object, Emma pulled down my mask, and then her own, and her lips went back to mine. We kissed several times, and Emma put her arms around me while I did the same to her. Even through the bulky coat I could feel the amazing curves of Emma's hips. She could feel something too, judging by how hard she was pressing her body against me.
"Someone might see..." I finally whispered as we took a breath.
Emma pulled away and raised her mask again as she looked down the path in behind and in front of us. Then she looked in a different direction, to our immediate right. There was a waist-high fence dividing the path from the trees and shrubs behind it. Emma grabbed me by the arm again, and pulled it for me to follow.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Shh..." Emma said with a grin.
She gripped the fence with one hand, and then carefully swung her leg over it. With a quick hop, Emma pivoted from one leg to the other, and then adjusted herself upright on the other side of the fence. When she waved me to follow her over the fence, I quickly did by grabbing a post on the fence and then swinging both legs over it. My feet sank into the snow off to the side as Emma started to stomp her way to the other side of a nearby tree. I followed quickly, moving through the snow and into the darker area beyond the trees and the shrubs. All I could really do was follow the dim outline of Emma's coat as it dragged over the snow. When I caught up to her, Emma was leaning against the trunk of a tree, and pulling her mask down once again.
"No one is going to see us here..." Emma said.
I myself said nothing else. I moved in on Emma, and pinned her up against the tree with both hands. We started to kiss again, this time much more intensely. This was the next closest thing to total privacy we had had, which meant that neither of us stopped ourselves when our hands started to wander. Emma kissed hard, with a lot of tongue involved, as her hands groped the front of my pants. I grabbed at Emma's hips, and then dipped my hands inside her coat to feel her thighs.
Once my hands were inside her coat, I found that Emma was wearing a bulky skirt, and underneath it thick fleece leggings. I let my hands run up them until I was underneath her skirt, and then gave a firm rub between her legs so her pussy would feel it even through the thick material. I continued to do that with one hand, while the other started to unbutton Emma's coat. She let out a quiet moan as I started to kiss her on the neck, and then I whispered in her ear.
"Put your mask back on," I ordered.
"Noone is going to see us..." Emma insisted again.
