Emma Comes to Visit

"It's me!"

"Just a sec!"

I press the button and hear the buzzer three floors below unlocking the building door. There's no elevator so it'll be a minute before Emma climbs her way up here. I plop back down on the futon and wait. Try to be cool, but there's a little flutter inside anticipating her arrival. It's faster than I expected when I hear the knock at my apartment door. Not the typical

knock, knock, knock

like most people, but instead a crisp, double

knock, knock

! Loud enough I wonder if it hurt.

Emma has just a hint of aggression about her. Like the every day things people do, she does a little harder. It can be intimidating, but I kind of like it.

I get up and saunter to the door, despite my internal excitement. Down the short hallway, twist the deadbolt, and open the door. Emma stands there, bag slung over her shoulder. She's a little sweaty from the three floor climb and the warm, borderline hot weather outside. There's a slight tang in her smell from the exercise, but doesn't mask her sweet, appealing earthy scent.

"Hey, babe," she says, pushing up on her toes to give me a sloppy wet kiss. Just enough tongue to make me want to start tossing clothes. I restrain myself, closing the door behind her, and gently lock the deadbolt. There's something about aggressively locking the door that seems a little menacing, and that is exactly the opposite vibe I want to set. Emma's oblivious to my annoying self-awareness, gliding into the living room. I watch as she gives just enough sway to her lovely round ass that indicates she knows perfectly well what it does to me. I follow.

Emma's wearing jeans. Flat shoes. A light, no-nonsense blouse the has enough buttons loose that when she turns this way or that, I can see her bra snugging against her breasts. She keeps her dirty blonde wavy hair on the short side. Her ears glisten with the many piercings running from top to lobe.

"You hungry?"

"No, but I'll get there," she says, throwing her bag on the futon. "I'm gonna take a shower. I'm disgusting."

This is ridiculous, of course, but I just say, "sure," and nod towards the bathroom.

She kisses me again and gives me a wink as she turns, heading towards the bathroom. "You're not coming," she says, as she starts removing clothes on her way. She's down to her underwear when she opens a bureau drawer and pulls out one of my t-shirts. She goes in, closing the door behind her, but not entirely. It's still open a crack. Whether to let steam out, or as an invitation is unclear.

She's in there for about ten minutes when I hear the water stop. I'm on the futon, scrolling through my phone. I moved her bag to the little table off from the kitchen area, knowing she'll probably think she put it there herself. Emma's not super into detail, which can be annoying, but that's only because I'm OCD.

Emma comes out of the bathroom wearing my t-shirt, frilly panties, and that's it. No bra, which I wholeheartedly support. Her nipples make two small points tenting the fabric as her breasts push out sideways against the shirt, stretching it wonderfully.

Her breasts are far from big--medium sized, at most. I'll admit, I'm a breast man. But I like the whole package, and Emma's are perfectly proportioned to her 5 foot, 4 inch frame. (She told me these numbers at one point.) She comes over and falls heavily on the futon next to me. She turns, her face only a few inches from mine and says, "Hey."

"Hey yourself."

Emma's cute. Not a ravishing beauty, but I like that. I always felt women of spectacular beauty kind of cancels out their sexiness. Or it could be that I know to stay in my lane. Emma has charming, down turned green eyes. A small nose. Full mouth with a devilish tongue. There's just a hint of acne scar on her face, but it's barely noticeable. I think it gives her character. The rest of her pale skin is smooth and soft, with just the right amount of freckles.

It's not like I'm any great thirst-trap. I exercise regularly to keep fit but I'm hardly toned. I know my assets. Relatively good-looking. Women have complemented me on my hands. I have curly hair that I keep short, but long enough so Emma can run her fingers through it. I have two main attributes: My eyes. They're hazel in color. When I wear my contacts I notice some women getting drawn into them when I look back at them directly. The other is, well, my cock.

I don't have a huge amount of sexual experience, but I've slept with enough women to know that mine is larger than average. Not so big to be scary, but large enough that when women see me fully erect there's usually a short intake of breath along with an

oh my god

. Should we get far enough, this is usually followed by an astonished

shit!

upon entry.

Emma lays her hand on top of mine gives it a few gentle rubs. She has small-ish hands, not too delicate. She keeps her nails short--another plus for me--currently without nail polish. Her hair is still wet from the shower, and I can smell the shampoo.

"I missed you."

She likes that and gives me another kiss. Full on, but no tongue. "I missed you too," she says.

It's a little awkward sitting side by side, so she turns and swings her legs over mine. I take one of her feet and give it a gentle massage. Her feet are also on the small side, and adorable. Unlike her fingernails, her toenails have dark red nail polish. Emma leans back a little, enjoying the massage. Eyes closed with a contented smile.

Suddenly, she opens one eye, keeping the other squinted closed, Popeye-style.

"Um...do you have any edibles?"

"I think so. Let me check."

I go into the kitchen and root around the cabinets. Behind some flour and cornmeal is a small bag. It has "bliss" written on the front with smaller lettering below saying "cannabis-infused gummies." I pull out two and head back over to the futon.

"Here." I drop one in her cupped hand. We tap them together, say "cheers" and pop them into each other's mouth. We chew in silence.

After a moment Emma says, "I was thinking about you today."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Anything specific?"

"Uh-huh."

"Something you'd like to share?"

"Sure."

"I'm waiting."

"I was thinking about your cock."

"Go on."

"Yeah, lots of cock thoughts."

"Do tell."

"I was thinking about your cock in my mouth."

"That can be arranged."

"And later in my pussy."

"I'm game."

Emma laughs and kisses me. Hard. Lots of tongue this time. I kiss her back. We explore each other's mouths with our tongues and kiss the other parts of each other's face. I concentrate on her mouth but also her cheeks and a few pecks on her nose. At one point we have a little tongue dual before mashing faces again.

I'm wearing comfortable sweats and a t-shirt. No socks or shoes. I do have underwear briefs on, which are working mightily against my expanding cock.

I move to kissing Emma's neck and behind her ears, careful to avoid the piercing hardware. My hands are under the t-shirt but I avoid touching her breasts. I know I can get Emma wound up if I avoid going straight for the goods. Save those parts for later. Emma, on the other hand, has no self control. She's already reaching down and pressing against my stiffness.

"Hello," she says between kisses.

Now she's straddling me. She pulls my shirt off and does the same for herself. Her nipples are so hard I'm afraid they might cut me. I'm still avoiding going straight for them, instead kissing around and near. Close enough that Emma draws in a sharp breath. I lean her back, and take a long lick from her bellybutton, up her sternum, to her neck and chin, and finally landing at her mouth, which she opens to take my tongue. It's met with hers as we push our faces together in wide-open, hungry kisses.

Emma is wriggling around, trying to find a good position. Finally she pushes back and says, "this futon sucks. C'mon." She stands up, taking my hand, leading me to the bedroom.

The bedroom is small and poorly designed. My bed is shoved into the corner. Not exactly

Feng shui

, but leaves enough room to maneuver around it. I've been pulling off my sweats

en route

, but still have my briefs on. When we get to the bed, Emma says, "won't be needing these," as she pulls the front of the briefs away, freeing my fully erect cock. She yanks them down the rest of the way and I stumble back, bracing myself with the rail of the bed's footboard.

Emma kneels down in front of me, and begins taking long, slow licks up the shaft of my cock. She has one hand against my thigh, using the other to fondle my balls, or lightly hold my cock with her fingers as she licks, or brace it against my other thigh. Occasionally when she reaches the top of my cock, she'll put in her mouth and slide her head down for a few quick sucks. She never goes that deep. I've never understood the appeal of going so deep it gags. Emma's not in to that either, but she does like to take me in her mouth for sucking. What's hot as hell is how sloppy she is. She let's her saliva run freely, getting it all over my cock, thighs, balls, and all over her mouth.

It feels so amazing I'm having hard time standing. She's really going at it, but I don't want to cum yet.

"Hey," I say, and gently pull her up into another passionate kiss. Her face is wet with saliva and she's breathing hard.

"You've still got clothes on."

Emma smiles and lays back on the bed. I reach down and pull off her panties. She pushes her pelvis up to make it easier. It's enough to make me almost blow my load right then. Once the panties gets to her knees, she sits back down so I can get them completely off. I toss them to the side.

Emma has her hands above her head as she lays back. She knows this drives me wild. I'm kneeling on the bed, resting her right foot on my shoulder as she drapes the other leg over the side. This gives me a spectacular view of her pussy. Little pink lips, glistening wet. Just the right amount of hair on her pelvis. She keeps it neatly trimmed, but doesn't go full bikini wax. Another thing I like about her. Her breasts are large enough that when she moves they jostle just so. If I'm not careful I'm going to spurt all over her.

I turn and kiss her foot, working my way down her calf. Lean forward so I can kiss along her thigh. I ease my way down so that my head is between her legs. She looks at me, a wicked smile on her face. She loves it when I eat her pussy.

I start by kissing her inner thighs. Gentle pecks, a little tongue. Alternate between each side, getting closer by tiny increments. She sighs in anticipation. I'm almost there. Kissing left thigh, right thigh, left thigh, right thigh, until I arrive. I give a small, almost chaste kiss against her pussy lips, the flatten my tongue, pressing it against her pussy starting low and licking all the way up to her clit. Emma lets out a long, low, guttural moan.

I flick my tongue back and forth, zig zagging from bottom to top, ending with a flutter against her clit. Occasionally as I lick from bottom to top I'll stick my tongue deep into her opening, then keep going up to the clit.

Emma is writhing around, pushing against my face, turning slightly when I land on a particularly good spot. Her moans turn to groans and then vocalized sighs of glorious agony. I reach up with my right hand, my index and middle finger pointing loosely. Emma knows what I'm up to and takes my fingers in her mouth, getting a generous amount of saliva on them. I bring my hand back down, taking those two fingers and laying the tips against her opening. With my tongue on her clit I push the fingers in, fluttering my tongue at the same time. Emma lets out a primal groan of pleasure. I push in and out as my tongue works her clit, sending Emma into a frenzy.

"God! I'm--I'm gonna cum!"

I take this as a green light to keep going. I'm ready to burst myself and mumble, "I just might too."

Emma pulls back, saying, "wait, wait!"

I look up. "What? You okay?"

"God, yes," Emma says, between gulps for air. "But I wanna try something."

"Okay," I say, a little breathless myself.

"I wanna watch you cum."

"That's def gonna happen."

"No. I mean, I wanna

see

."

"What do you mean?"

"I want to get off watching you jerk off."

Emma pushes herself back a little further so she's leaning against the wall. She scoots to the middle of the bed. Her legs are wide open, her right foot bracing against the side wall. She licks her palm and starts massaging her pussy.

"Let me see you cum."

I lean against the footboard of the bed, pushing my middle forward so I can get a good grip of my cock. My knees are spread so Emma can get a good look. When I start stroking she lets out another guttural moan.

"That's so hot," she gasps.

I keep stroking. We stare into each others eyes. Her mouth hangs open and her eyes get wider the closer I get. Her right foot is pressing against the side wall. Her scrumptious calf and thigh are on full view. She rubs herself vigorously, pussy practically dripping.

My hand is wet from Emma's cunt juices, letting it glide easily up and down my shaft. I go faster, wet slaps from my hand smacking my pelvis, nearly drowned out from our mutual moans of ecstasy.

I arch my back ready to explode. Emma's rubbing her pussy in fast, circular motions, occasionally focusing on her clit, then pushing her fingers inside herself.

I'm close, achingly close, until a wave of sensual euphoria causes me to yell out in delirious pleasure as my cum shoots straight up in the air, as Emma lets out guttural scream of blissful release.

My body shudders a few times as more spurts of cum are released. Emma leans back, taking deep breaths, letting out a few delighted whimpers. Her body jolts a few times--some orgasm after shocks that make her giggle.

I look at her figure resting against the wall, her beautiful eyes locked on mine, drenched pussy, softly undulating breasts, left arm draped over her head, right hand resting on her thigh, and drink her in.

I worry that I came so hard it might take a while to get hard again. But then I feel my fat cock laying heavy against my belly. It won't take any time at all to be ready for the next round with the spectacularly sexy woman across from me.

***

"

Now

I'm hungry," Emma says.

"Now

I

need a shower," I reply.

"I'll join you," Emma says brightly, as she jumps off the bed.

We take a shower together, cleaning each other's bodies with loving attention. There's some kissing and fondling, but no sex. We both know we need to re-fuel.

Drying off I say, "Chinese?"

"Sounds perfect."

I order from a local place that has great food and fast delivery. Emma and I wait on the futon, me sitting on one end, Emma laying lengthwise on her back. She rests her head on my lap, propping her feet up on the cushion. We chat for a while before settling into a contented silence. Emma scrolls on her phone while I zone, enjoying her closeness. Emma has put her panties and my t-shirt back on. I'm in sweats only, no underwear this time. The door buzzes. Emma leans forward so I can get up and meet the delivery driver.

I run down the three flights of stairs to see the delivery guy waiting at the door of the building. I paid online, but give him a generous cash tip. His smile seems genuine as he wishes me a good night. I wish him one too, but it's unlikely his will be as good as the one I'm having...

Back in the apartment I see that Emma has put out plates, napkins, and utensils. She's tossed her bag, which had been on the small table off from the kitchen, into a corner. I make a mental note of this, as I'm confident she won't remember later where she put it.

We eat greedily. It's delicious. Particularly after the edibles and our earlier workout. Emma doesn't usually eat meat, but she makes an exception this time, shoveling large chunks of orange chicken and beef broccoli into her gorgeous mouth.

It's not long before we're both leaning back in our chairs, satiated. I stand and start cleaning up. Emma offers to help, but I tell her to go sit and relax. I appreciate her offer, but honestly it's just easier for me to do it. Did I mention my OCD?

I'm putting the last dish into the dishwasher and rinsing my hands in the sink when Emma comes up behind and wraps her arms around my middle. Then she kisses my neck. I turn around and we start making out in earnest. I'm already starting to get hard when Emma reaches down and rests her hand on my cock. It's pushing forward against the sweats, liberated from the lack of underwear.

"Well, hello again," she says against my mouth, mid-kiss.

I reach up and lay a hand on one of her breasts to feel the hard nipple behind the t-shirt.

"Hello, yourself," I say, grinning.

Emma keeps kissing me, then moves her head to the side to whisper close to my ear, "I told you. I've been thinking about your cock."

"I remember."

She pulls back to look at me straight on. "Well, it's already been in my mouth, but now I want it in my

pussy,

" she says, growling out the last word.

"Oh yeah?"

"Uh-huh."

My kitchen is narrow, sink on one side, fridge and stove on the other, both sides with some counter space. Emma puts her hands on the counter behind to brace herself. Then, she lifts her legs, one at a time, setting her feet against the opposite side. This puts her in a virtual seated position, like she's on a swing. The t-shirt hikes up revealing that, at some point, she ditched the panties. Her glorious pussy is on full display.

I push my sweats down and my fully erect cock springs up. I lay it against her pussy, sliding it up and down a few times before pushing the tip into her hot wet cunt. The head slips in easily. I back up a bit so just the tip of my cock parts her pussy lips, then make a few hard thrusts. Emma sighs deep moans of pleasure at each one. Backing up from my next deep push I come out of her wonderful velvet hole completely, causing Emma to catch her breath.

I'm holding her thighs as she puts her feet down, each one landing heavily on the floor. She grabs my neck, pulls me towards her, and gives me a sloppy, tongue filled kiss. Then she turns, stumbling out of the kitchen. I'm right behind her.

Walking through the living room towards the bedroom, Emma pulls off the t-shirt. I hike up my sweats enough follow her. I step out of them at the entrance to the bedroom, marveling at my rock-hard cock.

Emma is crawling on the bed, totally naked. The sight shatters my mind. She's on all fours facing the opposite wall, providing an amazing view of her spectacular ass. I can't help myself. I crawl on the bed, grab her ass with both hands and start licking her pussy from behind. She spreads her legs wider so I have easier access and gently rocks back and forth, rubbing her clit against my tongue. She pushes her ass in the air in an exaggerated down-dog to make it easier for me. Her legs start wobbling and I'm worried it's taking her too much effort. But that's not it.

"Fuck. Oh my god, that's good!" Emma says, breathing hard again.

She bends her legs a little, then straightens, bends and straightens, like she's doing shallow squats. I track her movements, clinging to her ass cheeks to keep my mouth against her cunt. I lick and suck and slobber all over her glorious pussy, sending her into yelps of frenzied pleasure. Emma burst out laughing. "Jesus I'm gonna come again!"

No more dips. She pushes her ass against my face and I can feel her legs trembling. We gently drop sideways, but I don't let my mouth disconnect from her pussy. I rotate my head so my licks are still up and down, but sideways for Emma. This does the trick as she cries out, "Fuck, Yes,

Yes.

Oh god!"

Suddenly, she pulls away and spins around. She comes over and holds my face as she kisses me passionately--so much it's almost like she's trying to get inside me. She pulls away just as quickly, panting and says, "I don't want to cum yet. I want you to cum inside me when I do."