The Suburban Sweetheart series has ended, but between 2006 and now Emma and I had some memorable times and this (occasional) series will highlight some...
Birthdays are always tricky, especially in a new relationship.
Emma's was coming up soon and the air was thick with apprehension. When we had met, I had guessed her to be forty-five. I was out by a few weeks, her birthday shortly after our first one-night stand. I wasn't bothered by our age gap, but next week, Emma would be thirteen years older than me and that would be the way for a couple of months. It was proving to be unlucky.
Any attempts to formulate a plan were rebuffed as the tension crept into her. The weather wasn't helping either, the typical British Spring deciding it had had enough and let winter creep back to chill and soak everyone. I thought about a surprise trip somewhere warm, but she was keeping a firm hold on her passport, so I gave up on that idea and considered a short break to the coast, but a glance out the window as the trees bent with the horizontal rain blattering the new buds made me reconsider, yet again.
I searched for idea on the internet and came up blank. I thought of somewhere warm again, somewhere close too and began to type, thinking of supposed sunny destinations and entered "spa...", trying to remember where in Spain was on the southern coast. A suggestion came up, much nearer to home and I sat up and clicked the link.
It was a snazzy hotel not too far away from London. It had a pool and hot tubs as well as saunas and various treatment rooms. Oh yes, spa weekend here we come, she will love this.
"You're kidding." Emma stared, the dark eyes blank. I gulped.
"It'll be warm." I offered up as a token.
"So is staying in bed." she batted back.
"You can swim, sit in a hot tub, get a massage..." The blankness remained.
"It's nothing to celebrate." she sighed.
"This is our first birthday together, I just wanted it to be... something." I was lost for words.
Emma's eyes glistened a little, but not in a good way. "I'll be a year older." she whispered. "Why celebrate? Why?"
"Why not?" I was losing this battle, but... "You asked a similar thing when I asked you on a date." and the dark eyes flickered into life.
"You're abi-normal." she giggled.
"You're beautiful and I love you." I replied and she tried to remain detached, but the eyes started to shine and her lip wobbled into a smile.
"You better give me a good licking at this fancy-pants spa place." she laughed.
"I'll give you one now." I replied and she stood and walked to her bedroom.
"What are you waiting for?" she called as her jumper flew across the room with her bra following seconds later and then she shrieked with laughter as I ran after her.
"I'll be thirteen years older than you." She sighed, her bare breasts shuddering and I reached to place a hand over one and squeeze.
"Numbers, Emma." I said quietly and she turned to look at me and I couldn't resist her lips as they opened.
"Your tongue tastes odd." she giggled.
"Funny, most times it tastes of you, so it should taste normal." I laughed
"True, very true." she said, her voice soft as she drifted in my arms. "My pussy loves you, you make her very happy." she added as she nuzzled her face on my shoulder.
"Just her?" I said and she snorted a little laugh.
"Every fucking bit of me." she giggled.
"Good." I said, feeling smug now, "Because that's exactly which bits of you I love."
"Good." she said and I felt her going, so squeezed her tight and felt her breath soften as it brushed over my skin.
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"I do love a train journey." Emma laughed as we settled down for the trip. It was two days until her birthday and she would spend it in a spa hotel, relaxing, we both hoped.
"You can meet great people on a train." I added and she laughed.
"And some right pervs." she said and her eyes sparkled.
"Really?" I gasped.
"Yes. Maybe I'll meet one on this train, he'll offer to lick me to an orgasm or three." She said and looked around furtively.
"Only three?"
"That's before dinner." she laughed and blushed.
The train rattled through the suburbs and the green whoosh greeted us as we left the capital. We cuddled up and I felt Emma loosen up and melt against me and soon she was lifting her face to mine and I pulled her to me as we kissed, her lips wide and moving with mine and her gentle sigh washed around my mouth and her tongue followed it. I slid my hand into her jacket and up her body and she twisted around so the palm cupped a breast easily and I squeezed, feeling her nipple hard through the fabric of her bra. There was a little giggle and she pulled away and her face was flushed.
"I may, just may have a rather lacy bra on." she said as she checked around to see no other people near. She looked around again and opened a button and I saw the black lace over a breast and she laughed and quickly buttoned up again.
"Does it match?" I asked and she giggled.
"You'll find out later, if you behave." and she laughed loudly, "Well, more chance of finding out if you misbehave." and she snuggled back up as my hand went to her breast again and she pulled the side of her jacket over to hide it.
The hotel wasn't far from the station and we walked, looking at the nice houses and checking out the cafes and restaurants for later. We hoped to be able to get some walking in during the long weekend and spend evenings lounging about and enjoying the facilities. Emma wasn't that fussed about massage, but wanted to use the pool and sauna to relax and try not to think too much about her birthday. I hoped she's use them so I could just watch her mooch around with not much on. We'd been together just over three months and I still wasn't tired of looking at her.
We padded down the hotel corridor quietly. The whole place had a silent air hanging over it, the off season in full swing. The room was nice, a large bed in the middle of it. Emma snooped around, checking out the bathroom and then jumped backwards and bounced on the bed giggling.
"Oh yes, well done darling." she said as she stretched out and arched her back and the information leaflet I was reading suddenly held no interest. I put it back on the desk and walked to the bed and her dark eyes shone up at me. "What's the plan?" she said as she continued to stretch, her arms above her head as if diving backwards off a board.
"Three before dinner." I said and her eyes flashed as she laughed.
"Oh." she said and her arms stayed above her, but her legs opened. She was wearing her outdoor walking trousers and a shirt, but I now knew there was a lacy bra under there and, probably, matching knickers and under them, the prize.
Emma lay still as I started to unbutton her shirt and pull it open. She stared into my eyes as I straddled her waist and stroked over her belly. The bra was black and lacy, the cups soft, soft enough for her hard nipples to clearly be felt even through her shirt as I had held her breast on the train. They glowed dark pink through the material and her chest rose to push them up further as she groaned softly. Her breasts were firm, belying their, almost, forty six years. I moved my hands to them and squeezed gently and Emma's body undulated under me as her eyes closed for a second and she purred loudly.
"We should get coffee." she mumbled as I pulled her trousers off and the second her feet were clear, she opened her legs again and bent her knees to draw her feet up.
"You want coffee... now?" I said as I crawled up the bed. my lips kissing up the inside of a leg, aiming for the black lace covered crotch, the thin strip of dark hair visible through the fabric, the dark line of Emma's slit pulling me.
"Well, I mean, I guess it can wait until you have eaten..." her dark eyes stared into mine, "Me." and then she groaned as my lips opened over the front of her knickers.