Emma Barnes Story 1

Emma Barnes is a 32-year-old single mum. Her son alternates between hers and his father's once every week. She is a brunette with longish hair and light brown eyes. She used to work as Tom's secretary for 4 years before the business was closed. She reunites with Tom after being out of contact for 3 years. She is reasonably athletic and a slim to average size build. She is 5ft 7. Her house is at the end of an estate with woodland and farmland out the back with a walk trail.

Secretly, she is a closeted exhibitionist and hot wife who feels unlocked when Tom and she start an intimate relationship. Emma loves to be naked and gets a kick out of doing naked yoga and walking naked out in the woods. She prefers older men (hence her relationship with Tom who is 18 years her senior). She is currently a mature student who works part time at the same university. She has smaller breasts, a heart shaped ass and a delicate pussy with landing strip pubic hair after a few stories.

Tom is a 50-year-old shareholder and boss of a self-made firm. Emma was in Tom's employee for 4 years before the previous company collapsed. Tom has silver hair and blue eyes. He is divorced from his wife. Tom and Emma had a good working and personal relationship during their time at the company. Tom is reasonably athletic and does endurance exercises to keep his tone up. Tom is generally shaved around his pubic area. He is 6ft. Tom is a voyeur and has many kinks including being dominant, female worship of the body and mind and is also into being a stag (which is revealed later). His cock when erect is 6 inches.

Both love to listen to music, do mindful meditation and exercise. Both are freaks in the sheets. We begin the story as they meet again in a restaurant for lunch....

Emma's POV

Tom's POV

"Hello stranger."

Emma looked around and grinned. Tom stood there looking immaculate as he always had in his suits from the office. "Looking lovely as always Thomas." Emma stood up and hugged him.

"You're not looking too bad yourself, Barnes." He gave her a light kiss on the cheek. She giggled, taking a surreptitious inhale of his scent before withdrawing away. He still smelt the same has he had the last day she had seen him.

Rose and patchouli.

"Loving the dress." He added as he glanced down then back up at her. "Think the last time I saw you in something like that was at the farewell party?"

She shrugged. "You think so? It's quite an old one."

He smiled. "I would not have guessed. That tone of blue is a good colour on you."

"Thank you." She smiled. She sat down as Tom took his seat opposite her. She felt another strong whiff of his scent as he passed her. She felt goosebumps line the back of her neckline and she had to look away momentarily.

He paused as he sat down, then said; "Good to see you after so long Emma." He smiled a subtle and alluring smile and looked at her for a bit. "I'm glad you we're able to get back on your feet like the rest of us."

Emma nodded. "Me too, Tom. And that's exciting news about your new firm. What a turnaround!"

Lunch flew by. She listened intently to Tom's story about how he had gone from rock bottom and back up to the top of his game with a new firm that he and a partner had set up. Emma felt like it was just yesterday she was speaking to her former boss. The lunch she ordered was barely noted by her stomach. She was too intent on the company that Tom was given her.

He smells so nice

, she wondered, noticing that her legs were starting to fidget. She wondered,

are you making me feel something down there?

She did catch people around her age and younger lads staring at her. She paid them no head and kept her eyes focused on Tom, as she finished the last mouthful of her lunch.

Tom took the last mouthful of his lunch and looked back at Emma. She had always been a pretty woman. Inside and outside. Not one of those women who glamoured up but had a striking appeal and could turn anyone's head with a double glance. He had tried to give as much detail as he could about the story of his new firm. She was looking at him harder. That blue dress was really an appeal.

I am really letting toxicity get the better of me.

He shook the distraction from his head. "Enough of me boring you about my vocations. What have you been doing with yourself Em?"

She paused and looked back at him. "I've decided to do some studying."

"Oh yeah? What for?"

"Events and organisation. Thought I would get to it and see what I can make of a degree."

"Ah. Mature student?"

"Of course." She snorted. "I feel old going round that campus."

"Your young Emma. Try being 50."

Emma raised an eyebrow. "Don't be so defeatist Thomas."

He chuckled. Not many of his ex-colleagues could get away with calling him Thomas unless they got on well. Emma was one of those exceptions.

"And how is your son?"

Emma's face fell slightly and narrowed her eyes slightly. Her face went rigid and he felt himself blush in response.

Shit, way to go Tom.

He looked at her apologetically. "Sorry, none of my business."

"It's ok..." Emma added quickly. "He goes between me and his fathers over weeks. It's a fair arrangement."

There was a moment of silence. Tom shuffled and leant forward with his arms crossed. Emma looked briefly over at the bar. "It couldn't have been easy for you." He said, smiling at her. "Look at you now. Studying and determined. Always were an ambitious woman."

She chuckled, blushing, the awkwardness gone. "Thanks. Always the gentleman."

Of course, they had to argue about paying. Tom was insistent on paying it all. "Tough." Emma glared at him and leaning towards him. "Half and half." Tom sighed; "Alright Emma. You win." Emma nodded and gave him a little pretend cap twitch on the top of her head. "Well..." she stood up, smoothing out her blue dress which clung to the outside of her legs down to her knees. Tom paused and averted away, focusing on her face, but noted in his mind her leg line that had become slightly exposed over her knee. He smiled as he followed her. "Thank you for a lovely lunch." She added, as they reached the door. "You're welcome." They walked together along the road back to his car.

"Are you still doing your yoga with your exercises by the way?" He asked. Emma nodded. "Yeah. Daily. It really makes me so relaxed and being in the moment. Why, are you thinking of doing it?"

"I've thought of doing so." Tom scratched his head as he got his car keys.

"Hm. Don't think I've ever seen you in anything other than a suit." Emma teased. "You should come over to mine and practice."

"Oh you're not part of a group?"

Emma pulled a face. "Nah., I prefer my own company usually. Done some smaller groups before though."

"You were always quite introverted." Tom smirked.

"So would you like to?"

"Of course." Tom smiled. "When?"

"Couple of days if you're free? I'll text you." They exchanged their new numbers before Tom gave her another hug, smelling her perfume and leaving her to go back to her car further down the way. "God, I've missed that woman." He murmured to himself. He felt an arousal around his groin and shook his head to distract himself. He was looking forward to trying out some yoga though. He watched as she vanished out of sight, that blue dress blowing ever so slightly upwards above her legs.

Emma couldn't understand why she was so anxious for Tom to arrive. Fuck's sake, she thought, I've known him for years. He's only my ex-boss! Her son would not be back till later than evening and she had busied doing some chores before trying to sort out the council house that she lived in.

The hour before though, she had stripped out of her normal clothes and looked at her body in the mirror. She always loved to walk around naked upstairs when she was the only one in the house. Sometimes, when she was feeling mischievous, she had sneaked out into the back garden completely naked in the evening when alone. The students who lived next door may be out in the opposite garden too. If they looked over the garden fence they would have seen her. Her other neighbour was an elderly pensioner who she was certain had put a hole through the fence to spy on her.

Dirty pervert

, she always thought when she had once squatted in the garden at night, naked and exposed and looked towards that hole. If he was looking through at the time, she hoped he was enjoying it the views.

She looked at her body facing forward in her large reflective mirror on the front of her built in wardrobe. Her smaller breasts perked up to attention, smaller than her friends that she knew but still pristine and perky. She purred at herself in the mirror and kneaded her breasts, pouting and making a seductive look at herself. She travelled further down to her naval and opened her legs to expose the jewel of her vulva. "Hello there." She was considering trimming and shaving her bush. Maybe I could trim it to look like an upside-down triangle going towards my belly button.

She touched her fanny lips, opening her labia majora apart to expose her inner lips. As she opened them up, her clit came into view and both her pussy lips opened like the wings of a butterfly. One of her labia lips was slightly larger than the others. She gently stroked her opening with a finger, feeling the sleek wetness that had started.

"

You will have to wait" she said and turned around to examine herself from the back.

"Nice bum, Em." She murmured to herself, as she looked at her exposed, partly toned and heart-shaped arse. She Stroked her left bum cheek, letting out a pleasurable sigh. She stroked where the skin of her back led to her ass cheeks and gently massaged the sensitive parts of her skin above them. She laughed twerking and bending down to look at herself in the mirror with her head in-between her legs. She grinned at her ass and her pussy poking out to greet her.

If anyone could see me now, they would have quite the show.

Sometimes, when she looked at herself naked - it empowered her. Other times, when she was busy, she felt uncomfortable in her own skin. The yoga, slowly but surely, was helping her. And seeing Tom again had built up her confidence even more.

She looked at her phone, her heart in the mouth. Tom had messaged.

I'll be with you soon, just leaving. Looking forward to being shown by a true yoga master.

She snorted and rolled her eyes, throwing her phone on the bed. She gave herself another look in the mirror, facing profile, before getting dressed.

Tom pulled up in his car at the end of the cul-de-sac. He peered through his car window. Emma's house was within a complex of three semi-detached houses with the woodland and forest stretching out at the back. Tom knew the area was mostly for students and the elderly, a smallish suburbia on the outskirts of the city. Moorland resided not far away as well as a couple of farms and outcrops. It was just turning past midday. Tom looked at the yoga gear he was wearing - simple t shirt and some GYM shorts.

"What are you doing man?" He said out loud suddenly. "I'm just having some exercise with Emma. It'll be great. No stress." Thoughts and desires flashed in his mind, and he kept them at bay. He sighed and got out of the car. He knocked on the door. There was a pause as he observed the street, quiet this time of day - save for the sound of music from one of the neighbouring houses where the students lived.

Must be quite the milf appeal...

he thought, before shaking the idea out of his mind. He heard scurrying, then the door burst open.

"Heya."

"Hi yourself."

Emma was not in her training gear but was wearing some apple bottom jeans and a reddish t-shirt. "Did you get here ok?"

"I did. Nice area. You must really like the woods."

"Yeah, I like it. It's quite a maze in there sometimes. You could sometimes not come across anyone for some time when walking there."

"Handy for someone like yourself." Tom replied as Emma ushered him in through the hallway and into the kitchen. She led him into the lounge and joined dinning room, with a clear window view out to the street and a small garden at the front. Tom looked around. "Where do you usually do your yoga."

Emma tied her hair up into a ponytail and looked at him, sorting the hairband. "In here, but I also, on days like this do it in the garden." She gestured with her pretty and bright face to the garden sliding doors back out through the kitchen and dinning room. Tom looked. Sure enough, he saw two yoga mats in a small patch of grass towards the back of a wooden fence. Trees from beyond immediately crept over, protruding into the garden space. There was a small patio and some deck chairs. The rest had troughs of small flower beds etched along the sides.

"Do you want a drink?" Emma asked.

"I'm ok for now. I have my water bottle." He gestured and shook the water in his hand. Emma smiled. "Yeah, I should probably go and get ready." She paused and Tom noticed that she was biting her lip. She stared out of the window for a moment. "Make yourself at home in the garden and I won't be too long."

"No worries, Em." He smiled. She gave him a smile back then trotted off to go upstairs. Tom listened as he heard her footsteps receding up the steps. He went outside and decided to take a proper look around the garden.

Emma let out a low rasping sound as she closed the door to her bedroom behind her. "Ok." She said to herself. She went to see which leggings she had.

Ok...

she had a look through. Within a few moments, she realised that most of her newer pairs were in the laundry bin. "Shit." She sighed. "You dozy cow, Em." She paused, hands on her hips and looked at the far corner of her chest of drawers. One of her older black leggings was folded there. "Will that be enough?" She started to dress and take her jeans off - revealing that she had completely forgotten to wear any underwear. She paused.

You do like going commando though

....

but what if Tom sees you not wearing any panties under your leggings?

She had a fresh pair awaiting her once the cycle in the washing machine was finished. "Ugh. Fuck it."

She sat on the edge of her double bed and pulled her leggings up over her hips, giving a little shake. She looked at herself briefly in the mirror.

That'll do.

She paused, before heading back downstairs. Her bedroom, she had never quite understood, had a small, balcony made from iron bars with railings with a sliding door instead of just a window. When she had first moved into the house with her son, she had been self-conscious. But now she barely noted it there. She could not quite see out to the path at the back of the houses and woods, but she could see Tom, clear as day, observing the flowers in the garden. She smiled, a stirring sensation churning in her naval. She paused, then barefooted with just the leggings, t-shirt and no panties, went down to do some yoga with Tom.

"Ready?" She said as she entered the garden, hands back on her hips, grinning, her hair all tied up in the ponytail. Tom turned around to look at her. He was wearing sunglasses, so she could not see if he was scanning him. Tom nodded then, standing up and brushing off his hands, some dirt from the garden soil. "Absolutely."

Emma led him to the mats and they both settled down, sitting cross-legged facing each other. "We'll start with some basic poses to warm up," she said, her face glowing with enthusiasm. "Are you ok with just being free flow and doing some basics."

"Sure." Tom smiled. "Why not?" Emma noted a small bead of dew trickle from the side of his temple down his silver fox hair. "Ok then." She smiled and started with the butterfly pose, her movements naturally fluid and graceful. Tom followed her lead. She felt the familiar stretch in her inner thigh, aware that it was stretching up towards her yoni. She blushed at the thought, but Tom had not seemed to have noticed.

"Good," She said sometime later "Now let's move into the Cat-Cow stretch." They continued to transition through the poses and Emma became familiar with being in the moment and the movements that made her feel good. She looked over at Tom a few times, who was doing well. She smiled and he smiled back. At one point, he did nearly trip on the mat and let out a nonchalant laugh. She reciprocated. She found herself getting more comfortable, almost near to forgetting that her leggings were tight and fitting to her form.... or that she had no underwear.

Good thing we are facing side by side and I haven't got my ass in his face.

They moved through downward facing dog, cobra pose and plow pose, almost effortlessly, each stretch bringing a sense of release and tranquillity. The sound of birdsong flourished through the trees nearby. There was only some occasional noise from people walking their dogs or from one of the students next doors.

I wonder if Geoff is out

, she glanced momentarily at her OAP neighbours' fence, wondering if he was peering through the peep hole at them right now.

Tom's presence was soothing, and Emma felt a growing sense of connection with h, not just physically, but emotionally. She felt completely at ease in her company. It was just like the friendship they had had when they were colleagues.

It must have been near forty minutes of Yoga, when Emma sat back on her ass and crossed her legs. "That was fun." She grinned. Tom nodded, his sunglasses still keeping on his nose, despite the clear sweat forming around his face. Emma too, felt the sweat all over her body. On her face, on her back and between her legs.

"This is fun. Thankyou Emma."

Emma returned his smile, a twinkle in her eye. "Anytime, Tom. It's always better with someone else." There was a pause, she noted Tom's form in his sports gear and only realised, perhaps for the first time since meeting him, how well formed his body was - athletic and slightly slim. "When do you need to go?"

"I can stay for a bit longer. I might read my book and stay out in the garden."

"Sure." She replied, "I'm going to try another few poses before doing a warm down." She gestured to the deckchair, "feel free to use the deck chair by the way whilst I finish off."

Tom raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Sure, why not?"

He grabbed his bag and took out the book he was reading - humanitarian topics regarding business firms and ethics - and took a comfortable position on the deck chair. It was almost like being on the side of a pool in one of those resorts. Out of the corner of his eye, he swore he saw a flicker of movement from the neighbouring fence opposite.

Nosey neighbour...I wouldn't blame him

. Tom sighed to himself at the thoughts but smiled. He liked spending time with Emma. He had missed it.

As he started to read, Emma did some stretches, then moved her yoga mat. She was facing away from him now, with her forefront towards the back fence and the woods beyond. There was maybe three metres between the edge of the deckchair where his feet were and the mat where she was posing. He was still sweating and wondered that she too was gleamed in sweat for the yoga. It was then, as she started doing some more stretches and poses, that he noticed out much the leggings clinged to her body.

Stop looking

, he told himself then turned back to his book. But he could still see her out in the background of his vision, trying hard not to take notice. He closed his eyes and took a couple of deep inhales and exhales. After what seemed like a while, he opened his eyes.

Emma was now back between a downward facing dog and was heading into cobra. As she transitioned, Tom could not help but notice how gorgeous her ass was. It was not prominent, but her stretching did the trick. He felt a twitch in his crotch, as she went into cobra. A few moment passed, then she went into lying down with her backside pointing upwards and in a resting position. Tom looked towards her again, watching her body rise and fall with her breathing. Then, with a surge of sudden horror and curiosity, he noticed how well formed her backside was.

Fuck me...is she not wearing any underwear?

He let out a shudder and tried to go back to his book. But his focus had all but gone. He couldn't help but simply watch. After staring at her, he realised that she was in fact, not wearing any panties of any sort. All that was between his vision and her body, was that thin line of jegging fabric, and older fabric at that. Another pounding sensation hit his chest as she raised herself up slightly, her bum coming further off the ground to expose the space between her legs.