Emma And Joe Ch 02

Chapter 2

Writers note: This is the next chapter of my meetings and experiences with Joe. Based on true events, with names and some info changed for privacy. This was my second time meeting Joe in person, as most of our relationship was online in nature, and long distance. If you haven't already, read "Meeting Joe, PT1&2", as well as the first chapter of "Emma and Joe" for more information on our beginnings.

I woke up with the sun shining through the curtain and my phone alarm going off. I opened the chat app. A message from Joe was already waiting for me. He always beat me to saying 'good morning' first.

Joe: "Good morning!"

Emma: "Good morning."

Joe: "I am headed your way shortly; I should be there in about an hour."

Emma: "Sounds good, drive safe. And see you soon."

Joe: "I will."

I decided that I should get myself up and going so that I would be ready by the time Joe got here. I downed a couple protein drinks and some cereal, my usual breakfast. I then turned my attention to getting ready. I fixed my bedhead hair and brushed my teeth. I stood in the bathroom looking in the mirror, and debated on putting on clothing, even though Joe had instructed me not to. I decided against it, and went back to sit in bed, scrolling through my email and waiting for Joe.

Before long there was a knock on the door. Shit. How was I going to answer the door naked? I thought. It could be anyone out there. I grabbed the sheet off the bed, and almost tripped getting off the bed. Great Emma, injure yourself in a bedsheet, that makes a great impression. I wrapped the sheet around me the best I could and opened the door.

And. There. Stood. Joe.

I let him in, and then turned to walk back into the room. I didn't make it two steps before Joe grabbed a fistful of my hair, turned my head around and pulled me into a kiss. I melted into him and lost my grasp on the sheet around me, and it fell to the floor around our feet. I was suddenly very aware that I was standing in front of Joe, naked, for the first time. My nerves began to set in, but I didn't want to pull away from his kiss.

Joe was carrying a backpack, and all I could wonder is why he needed to bring a backpack of all things, and what did he have in there? He slowly let the backpack slide to the floor, while keeping my hair in a firm grasp in his hand. He pushed me into the wall while still kissing me and brought his other hand up to my nipple teasing and twisting it. I pushed into his hand, wanting him to explore more, but he suddenly pulled away.

"Hi," I said.

"Hi to you too." replied Joe.

"How was your drive and morning?" I asked.

"Much better now." Joe stated.

I couldn't help but smile at his response.

"You stayed naked, good girl!" Joe stated.

I couldn't help but remember I was fully nude, standing in front of a fully clothed Joe. I quickly crossed my arms trying to hide my nakedness and looked down at the ground embarrassed. As if to read my mind, Joe quickly replied to my actions.

"Uncross your arms Emma, you're beautiful." Joe stated.

"Easy for you to say, you're still fully clothed." I replied, still standing there with my arms crossed over my tits.

"Go over to the bed, bend over, and place your hands on the bed." Joe commanded.

I stood there staring for a few seconds contemplating my next move. But I complied and made my way over to the bed. I disliked standing like this more than I did just standing there naked. I couldn't see Joe this way and I felt even more exposed. I could hear Joe rustling around, and then heard the familiar swish of him pulling his belt out of his pants. I went to turn my head, as I wanted to see more of him, but got interrupted before I could.

"Face the bed Emma, and do not turn around until I tell you to." Joe stated.

Ugh. No fair. I don't get to see him, yet he can look at me all he wants. He slid his hand over my back and down to my ass, which made me jump at first. I hadn't been touched in any way since I had last seen Joe the month prior, so any type of touch felt foreign and took me a while to get used to. His hands stopped on my ass, and he firmly grasped and rubbed it softly.

"You have a great ass, Emma." Joe said in a low voice.

"Yeah, I don't think so.," I replied, "And gets in the way according to my husband."

"Not following directions and arguing with what I say. Should make for an interesting morning." Joe stated almost chuckling.

Joe reached around my body, and grabbed my tits, leaning his body against mine. I could feel he was completely undressed. His warm skin felt nice in the cool, air-conditioned room. Joe slid back up and reached with both hands and rubbed my ass some more. I then felt him step away from me and fumbling with something on the ground. I suddenly felt a familiar sting that I hadn't felt in many years.

Joe raised his belt and struck me twice across my ass with it. Only twice before saying:

"One for keeping your arms folded, and second for arguing about your great ass."

I stood there, wanting him to continue and strike me again. I missed being spanked, and craved more, though I wasn't sure how high my pain tolerance would still be since it had been so long. I then felt Joe come up behind me and felt his skin on mine again. I could feel the warmth from his body again, and his hard cock pressed against where my ass met my thighs. I wanted to push back onto him, but he held me still with his hand. I heard a familiar click sound of the camera on a phone and I stiffened. What kind of picture did he take?

"Look at the picture Emma.... Your ass is NOT too big, and it is amazing." Joe stated while laying his phone on the bed next to my face.

On the phone was a picture of my ass, with Joe's hard cock nestled against it. Fuck, it was a hot picture, more so for his cock than my ass, though I wasn't going to tell him that.

Joe turned me around and pulled me into a deep kiss again. I pressed my body against his, wanting to get as much skin-on-skin contact as I could get, and it still wasn't enough. I pressed my tits into his chest. Joe's chest was covered in hair which was soft and perked up my nipples as his chest hair grazed against them. Joe pushed me onto the bed and collapsed on top of me, never pulling away from our kiss. As we laid on the bed, Joe's hands wandered up my thighs, stroking them, over my pubes and up my belly to my tits. His hand was big enough to almost grasp my tit fully in one hand, and he returned to playing and twisting my nipple.

Joe pulled away from our kiss even though I tried to keep him there. His mouth moved to my nipple and began sucking, lightly flicking his tongue over it, while slowly twisting it in his teeth. As he was doing that, his hand wandered down to my pubes and was rubbing them as well. He then began exploring with his fingers as he slowly slid two fingers down around my clit and began encircling it, but never touching it. He slid his fingers further through my folds to find my pussy was dripping wet. He pushed his fingers into me slightly. I attempted to thrust my hips onto his hand, but he pulled away bringing his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them

"Someone is very wet this morning." Joe stated.

"I wonder why? Could be the great company," I replied, "Too bad I can't be doing any sucking on you."

"That can be arranged," Joe stated. "Swing your legs over my shoulders, we can 69."

I laid there frozen for a minute, processing. I hadn't done 69 since high school, and that was before kids, and before gaining weight. There's no way this can work.

"I'm... I'm not too sure about that, I don't think that will work." I whispered.

"Do you need another reminder of what not listening will get you?" Joe replied.

I smirked, liking the thought of additional spanks. As if reading my mind Joe replied to my smirk with:

"It won't be more spanks Emma, you enjoyed that too much. It may be no spanks."

"Grrrr, fine!" I growled under my breath.

I bent over, kneeling on the bed, and swung my leg over Joe's shoulders getting into position. I wasn't sure still, but man did I love the view. Joe's hard cock was directly in front of my face, and I had my chance. I slowly began at the head, and took it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip.

Fuck he tastes so good, I thought.

I began taking him into my mouth more, and almost gagged. Fuck fuck fuck. it had been so long since I had given a blow job, my gag reflex wasn't the greatest. I continued to suck on Joe's cock but immediately got distracted at what Joe was doing. I attempted to keep my concentration, but it was so hard with Joe's tongue expertly licking up and down my labia, again encircling my clit but not quite touching it. My skins senses heightened as I wished he would just touch my clit already, and as if reading my mind, he began lightly flicking my clit up and down with his tongue. Shifting between up and down, then encircling it, with light and heavy pressure. I was already overstimulated from all the skin-on-skin touch. I froze with his cock in my mouth stifling my moans, as I began to cum from his tongue on my clit.

I slid his cock out of my mouth and all I could get out was:

"I want you to fuck me so bad." I said to Joe.

"How can you ask nicer?" He asked.

"Pleaseeee?" I replied.

"Please what?" Joe asked.

"Please Daddy, fuck me." I said while looking at him.

I laid back on the bed and Joe climbed on top of me. Within seconds, his cock was buried deep inside of me, as he kissed me again. I wrapped my legs around his ass, wanting to feel all of him. His cock was so large and thick, it stretched me more than I had been in years, and I could feel every inch of his thrust inside of me. It wasn't long before I began to orgasm again and got louder with my moans while he kissed me. Joe slowed his thrusts and then slid off me, laying down on the bed next to me. Joe pulled me close to him and cradled my head on his chest. His chest hair felt nice against my cheek, and I brought my hand up to run through his chest hair. It was one of many of my favorite physical features of Joe. I couldn't remember the last time I was held. It was nice and comforting in a way that I had not felt in a very long time.

We continued to lay in bed, Joe holding me close and trailing his fingers up and down my back and my arm. I suddenly realized all the water I had drank that morning was catching up to me, and I badly needed to pee. I laid for another minute until it was too bearable because I didn't want to get out of the bed or Joe's embrace.

"Be right back," I said "Gotta pee."

I got up and walked to the bathroom, leaving the door open. We had previously chatted about a story we read on Literotica about watching others in the bathroom. I was hesitant, but still left the door open just to see what Joe might do. Almost immediately after I sat on the toilet, Joe appeared in the doorway. I never thought I had a shy bladder, but apparently someone staring you down, makes one not want to pee.

Joe walked over to me, held my face in his hands, and leaned over to kiss me. This was.... odd. No one ever watched me in the bathroom. Not even my husband. Joe's hard cock was directly in front of my face when he stood back up, and I couldn't help but take it into my mouth. Within seconds of sucking on Joe's cock, I began to pee. I pulled back letting Joe's cock fall out of my mouth. Joe stood there and just stared at me while I continued to pee. I finished up, washed my hands, and went and laid back on the bed.

Joe followed me out but then turned around and said, "I guess I need to go too."

I continued to lay in bed, thinking about what just happened. I could hear Joe peeing, and all I could think of was him watching me, and how exciting it was. I heard Joe finish peeing, and it wasn't until Joe emerged from the bathroom that I realized that I completely missed my chance. I should have gone in there and watched Joe as well. I'd always been curious watching people but had only ever seen things in porn. Hopefully I would get another change at some point. We both curled up in the bed again, the same position of Joe's arms around me and my head snuggled into his chest.

"Umm...you didn't cum," I stated while still playing with his chest hair with my hand.

"No, I didn't. I want to make sure you get all you need," He replied "Besides, there is more I want to do with you before I cum."

I giggled, burying my head into his chest, and just laid there next to him, trying to wrap my body around his as much as possible. I wasn't sure when I might get this much skin on skin contact again and wanted to soak in every minute I could. We laid there for a while, and I could hear Joe's heartbeat through his chest, as he was tracing up and down my arm with his fingers again. He raised his head up and kissed me on the forehead. I just laid there unsure of what to even do, I'd never had anyone do that before, it felt weird, but I wished he would do it again.

"Turn over and lay on your stomach," Joe said.

I continued to just lay there with my head on his chest and trying to hide my smirk.

"I'd rather stay like this," I replied.

"Are you arguing again?" He asked.

I growled under my breath and rolled over to lay onto my stomach, groaning the entire time.

"I heard that!" said Joe.

I laid there and rolled my eyes, glad that he couldn't see my face. I could hear Joe playing with zippers on his backpack that he brought. Joe threw something on the bed, but I couldn't see what it was. Then he walked over to the side of the bed, leaned over, and whispered:

"This is for not listening, when I gave you an instruction."

As soon as he said it his hand spanked my ass twice, and I couldn't help but just lay there and grin. Joe climbed on top of me, laying his full body weight on me, with his stomach to my back. I could feel his chest hair and warmth from his body on my back. I'd never had anyone do this either. I was surprised at how good it felt, especially when I began to feel Joe's hard cock against my ass. I could have spent the rest of the morning laying like that. Instead, Joe reached up and kissed me on the forehead again and told me to roll over to my back.

Damn it. It was like every time I was sinking into some new feeling, he moved on to the next thing. I rolled over, and Joe was sitting on the bed next to me. Joe laid something very cold, hard, and metal on my chest between my tits. I couldn't tell what it was at first, but the coldness made my skin perk up with goosebumps, and I shivered.

"Do you trust me?" Joe asked, sitting next to me. I just stared at him inquisitively, not moving.

Joe picked the item up, and with a flick, it opened. It was a knife. Joe slowly brought the side of the blade to my chest and trailed it over one of my tits and over my nipple, and then down my belly, finally laying it down again on my skin. I just laid there, super still, and looking at Joe the entire time. I trusted Joe, but in the back of my mind, I was still thinking oh fuck, what does he have planned?

Joe brought out a bundle of blue rope. I recognized the rope from a picture Joe had sent the week prior in our chat and stating that he has plans for it. Joe unraveled several feet of it, then took the knife and cut it off. Joe closed the knife back up, put the remainder of the rope away in his backpack, and laid the knife on the table beside the bed. Joe climbed onto the bed, and knelt above me, straddling my legs, his hard cock resting on top of my pubic mound.

"Give me your hands Emma." Joe commanded.

I put my hands in front of him, palms together. Joe wrapped the rope around my wrists tightly but with enough room to move around some so that it didn't cut off my circulation. Joe moved the remainder of the rope under me so that my hands were pulled above my head, and I was unable to move them. Then Joe's hands began to wander and made their way back down to my clit, as his mouth and teeth were on my nipple. Joe's fingers encircled my clit again and I attempted to thrust my hips to get him to touch my clit where I wanted him to. His fingers seemed to know what I was doing, and ensured he touched everywhere but right on my clit.

Joe's fingers slowly slid down to my wet pussy, and easily slid in and out, just as he bit down on my nipple and twisted it in his teeth. I moaned, and pulled harder on the rope, wishing I had my hands free so that I could reach out and touch him. After a few strokes of Joe fingering me, Joe brought his fingers out and slid them up and over my clit. He began slowly rubbing up and down, and then began to get faster. Joe leaned over, kissed me, then whispered "Cum baby" as he continued to pick up speed with his fingers. I pulled harder on the rope restraining my wrists, Joe kissed me, and I moaned into his mouth as I came hard. Joe then pulled his fingers up and held them to my face.

"Open your mouth Emma," Joe stated, "See how good you taste."

I opened my mouth and Joe slid two of his fingers in my mouth and over my tongue. I closed my mouth around them, sucking on them and wishing it was Joe's cock instead of his fingers.

"You taste much better." I replied.

Joe reached over to the table, grabbed the knife, and cut my wrists free before putting the knife back on the table. He laid next to me, and pulled me into his chest, wrapping his arms around me. My body felt like every nerve was standing at attention and on fire from so much skin-on-skin contact, it was almost overwhelming. After a few minutes Joe rolled onto his back.

"I want you to use your hands to make me hard again, and then get on top and ride me," Joe stated.

Fuck... seriously? He was really pushing on all my anxieties today. I hadn't been on top since high school and before gaining some weight. I'd attempted once with my husband a couple of years ago. My husband was on the small side, cock wise, and he told me I was just too heavy to be on top and that it made him hard to breathe. I laid there mentally freaking out, because this was likely going to fuck up the whole day and go terribly.

I trailed my hand down Joe's stomach, to his thighs. Tracing his legs up and down on each side of his cock, but never touching it. I then trailed my fingers and gripped his cock in my hand, at first slowly stroking him up and down as I felt it grow between my fingers and harden. I felt it was a waste in only my hands, so I pulled away from Joe's arms around me, and took Joe's hard cock into my mouth. Joe grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling my mouth off him. I just looked at him and grinned.

"I don't believe that was part of the instructions." Joe stated.

I continued to grin at him and attempted to pull against his hand in my hair, to suck his cock again.

"I want you on top Emma," Joe said.

I got to my hands and knees, and then straddled Joe's legs. My anxiety shot through the roof, with every scenario of how this could go wrong. I lined up my hips with his, and slowly slid down onto his hard cock. Every inch of him that slid further into me, sent an electric shock to every nerve in my body. When Joe's cock was buried deep inside of me, I began to slowly move up and down, rocking on Joe's cock, and grinding my hips into his. I was only able to do this twice before I just froze, unable to move. My body was so completely overstimulated from all the morning's activities, that if I continued to move and ride Joe's cock, I was likely to become an incoherent puddle. I wasn't sure how Joe would respond if I became incoherent. I hadn't felt this good, and this much pleasure in close to 13 years. I continued to just sit there motionless, as I searched for the words to explain it to him.

"Umm, I just need a minute," I stated while looking at Joe, still straddling him, his cock deep inside me, "Just a bit overstimulated."