Chapter 4
Writers note: Read up on Emma and Joe's beginnings with Meeting Joe Pt 1 & 2, and Emma and Joe Ch. 1, 2, & 3. This is a continuation of a true story about a man I met from online, that turned into more. The beginning of Chapter 4 is a bit different, several things happened in Emma's life and are an important part of her story.
The weeks and months that followed my last meet up with Joe at the lake, completely turned my world upside down. My husband had been doing a number on me emotionally and had been gaslighting me for the previous year, and it continued to become worse to the point he mentally broke me. I split from my husband, and he moved out. When he did nothing to attempt to change or reconcile, that completely crushed me.
I had no idea if Joe would want to continue what we had since I was now separated. I was glad that Joe was several hours away because my depression hit an all-time low after my husband moved out. Joe continued to stay though. He began calling me daily to check in, and always made me laugh even though I was always on the verge of crying. I continued to keep up part of my wall to distance myself from Joe, because he would likely become tired of the drama in my life.
About a month after my husband left, I began to start feeling semi normal again, in part to Joe's support. If it hadn't been for Joe's phone calls and checking in on me, I'm not sure how I would have turned out. But within a week of beginning to feel better from that, I then tested covid positive. That caused just as much anxiety as my ex-husband did.
As I struggled daily just to get out of bed due to my covid symptoms, I began to realize just how much I cared about Joe, and how much he meant to me. One of the many thoughts and concerns while I was sick was how long it had been since I saw him, and if I ever would get to see him again. It was early in the pandemic, and there was no information on how long someone was contagious, or if they could pass it on to anyone in the months that followed. And it hurt thinking that it could be several months longer before I got to see Joe again, or if I ever would get to see him again.
I continued to remind myself that I needed to keep things in check. It may have already been too late as part of me already knew that I loved Joe in some way, even though I wouldn't admit it to myself, and I would never tell him how I felt. I had no idea how Joe felt, and more than likely I was just a piece of fun on the side. And the more involved I let my feelings get, the more I would just end up hurt, as always. I was never the person someone wanted to be with, but always the one who was 'good enough' until someone better came along.
After 15 very long weeks, and 1 day, I was finally able to meet with Joe again.
Joe: "Good morning. I have a question for you."
Emma: "Good morning. Umm, what?"
Joe: "Think you would be able to get away for a day?"
Emma: "Possibly, I have a friend who could watch the kids, even though they're teens and would probably be fine alone. Why?"
Joe: "Well, the wife is going out of town on a business trip next week, and you seem to be doing a little better with the fatigue, so maybe we can plan something."
Emma: "Only if you think it's safe to. I won't put you at risk."
Joe: "It will be fine. Maybe if you don't get here too late, I can take a key and let myself in the next morning."
Emma: "Sounds like a good plan."
Joe: "I have a task for you to think about. Before I get there, think of 5 things you want to do when we are together and write them on your thigh."
Emma: "Hmm, this may be hard."
I planned out my trip and was able to get to the hotel around 3 in the afternoon. I checked in, and got a room overlooking the parking lot, but high enough that no one would likely notice if I left the curtains open and stayed naked. I spent the drive thinking about what to write on my thigh and settled on: Blow job, spanking, sex while plugged, tie me up, and six pack. Within an hour of me settling into the hotel, there was a knock on the door.
I opened the door, and before it could even close behind us, I pulled Joe into a hug burying my face in his neck. Joe buried his hand in my hair, pulling me into a kiss while pushing me against the wall. After what seemed like several minutes, Joe pulled away and slid his backpack to the floor.
"Hi." Joe said
I pulled him into a hug again and got out a "Hi" as I laid my head on his shoulder.
"You're overdressed." Joe stated while tugging at the bottom of my shirt.
"You are too." I replied, smiling back at Joe, "So what are we going to do about that?"
Joe slowly pulled my shirt off over my head and threw it on the floor. He kissed me again, while one hand was in my hair, and the other swiftly tugging at my nipple. Joe pulled away and brought his mouth to my nipple, sucking and then biting down. I took a deep breath in; I had missed Joe's mouth.
Joe stood up and I began to slowly unbutton his shirt.
"You're overdressed too." I stated, taking over for him, I began unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.
Once his shirt was completely unbuttoned, I ran my hand over his chest and through his chest hair before burying my face in it as he hugged me tight again. I went to begin undoing Joe's belt when he grabbed my hand and held me to the wall again while pulling down my leggings. Joe knelt and brought his face to my public mound and grabbing my ass. Joe's tongue began to explore and licking my slit, before licking my clit up and down. I grabbed the back of Joe's head and pushing my hips forward wanting him to continue, but he pulled away instead.
"Lay on the bed Emma." Joe stated.
I begin to pull my leggings all the way off, but Joe interrupted.
"I didn't say take your pants off, I said lay on the bed." Joe instructed again, while pushing me down to the bed on my back. Joe swiftly pulled my leggings and panties off and climbed on top of me. We laid there, chest to chest, and Joe looked up and kissed me before laying his head between my tits. I had missed Joe so much but had to keep reminding myself to keep my feelings in check. You can't get too invested Emma, I thought to myself, this is only going to end badly for you since he's probably just in it for fun.
"Let's see what we have here." Joe stated while inspecting my thigh, "Good choices, we'll have to see how many we can get through."