Emma Barnes Story 2

Story 2: Emma & Tom finally have sex and begin a dynamic sexual relationship

Background notes:

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.

Emma

Emma paced up and down her bedroom floor. Her son was downstairs with his friends. Emma clenched the phone in her hands feeling that pang of frustration that she felt all too familiar. It had been over a week now since Tom had walked out after that kiss that had awakened her. The burning thought of masturbating herself to orgasm over him could not be tainted. She wanted him. Yet, she also wanted to scratch at his face with anger for just leaving like that. A part of her knew he thought he had stepped over -maybe I am thinking to harshly about him? The horny side of her brain was furious still -- fuck him. How could he just leave you like that when you clearly wanted to keep going. Emma paused and focused her feet on the ground, breathing in and exhaling out deeply.

"My ex boss wants me." She said out loud to herself. Her body accepted the truth of it and of her own thoughts. She caught herself in the mirror and stared at herself for a few moments. A smile crept on her features, her eyes still narrowed at the frustration of Tom leaving and not contacting her since. She sighed and went back downstairs to sort out the rest of her day. She busied herself with mundane tasks, trying to push away the thoughts of Tom. It was almost as if the world had conspired to keep her in suspense. She tidied up the kitchen, the rhythmic motions of washing dishes and wiping counters offering a momentary distraction from the whirlpool of emotions within her. But even the familiar hum of household chores couldn't drown out the yearning she felt. The anticipation gnawed at her, each minute stretching into an eternity.

Later, after her son was asleep, Emma sat at the desk downstairs, looking out at the garden and the line of trees shadowing behind it. Her mind oscillating between anger and longing. She picked up a book, trying to immerse herself in its pages, yet the words seemed to blur, unable to capture her interest. As she flicked through the pages, her thoughts kept drifting back to their last encounter, replaying every moment, every touch, every sensation.

Now that she had some lone time, she could feel the aching in her legs and in her pussy. She looked up instinctively at the ceiling, her bedroom being straight up from where she was. She had her vibrator and her dildo upstairs for sure. Yet, she had not had the time to try and venture further with her sexuality, safe for wanting to walk around the garden naked and admiring her figure.

Her phone suddenly buzzed. A text message. Her heart jumped out into her throat, and she went to see who it was. Finally, it was a message from Tom. It read;

"Emma, are you free to talk?"

Tom

"Emma, are you free to talk?"

His heart was pounding in his chest. He was sat up on his bed with his back resting on the headboard. Immediately, she saw the ellipses as an incoming text came in. It read;

"Yes. Took you long enough."

Tom sighed. She was annoyed -- and maybe..., he texted back. "I'm sorry. Are you happy for me to videocall you?"

Another message came through seconds after he sent his.

"Sure."

Heart still pounding, in his chest, he pressed the videocall button. Slowly but surely, the anticipation seemed to ebb. After one ring, Emma's face appeared on the screen. The dark obscured parts of her face but there was no denying the beauty that the light showed. His stomach did a summersault again. They stared at each other for a few moments. Tom took a breath and then said;

"I'm sorry."

Emma paused, raising her eyebrow and gesturing with her hands. Her brunette hair was swept to both sides of her face.

"Sorry for what? Thomas?"

"For leaving and not contacting you for so long."

She sighed and nodded. "Why?"

"Because -- it did not feel right."

He saw her expression on the phone. "What do you mean?" She asked. There was no annoyance to her face, but more concern in her tone.

"Believe me..." he said slowly, noting and accepting his wave of anxiety; "...I wanted to stay, but I did not want to simply objectify you and take advantage of you."

She bit her lip. "I made you feel uncomfortable?" Now her voice sounded apologetic.

"No." He assured her. "But Emma I have always been attracted to you and I did not want to just take you there and then. I needed some space."

Surprise was etched on Emma's face. "Tom...I'm sorry.

"Me too." He responded. "And honestly, you looked really hot."

She giggled. "I was sweating and only in yoga leggings. But I am flattered."

Tom smiled, mischievously. "You do know you weren't wearing any knickers, right?"

A false sense of outrage flushed over Emma's face, her cheeks red. But then she nodded. "I am fully aware I was not wearing any underwear, Tom."

"You like going commando?"

Emma shrugged. "Sometimes." She narrowed her eyes and leant towards the screen. "Did you see anything nice?"

"Ah." Tom's anxiety had ebbed and was fully focused on the beautiful woman on his screen. "Now that would be telling, Miss Barnes."

Emma laughed. "Why can't there be more gentleman like yourself. But..." she leaned in, pouting her lips and looking at him with wide eyes. "Did you like what you see?"

"That...and all you." He said.

"So..." she put her hands in her hair and started to twirl it around one of her fingers. "Is this, something you want to explore further."

"I would. If that is what you'd like to do."

"I definitely want to give this a try." She grinned. "My son is with his father this coming weekend, so...are you free to come round? We can do some more yoga and hang out in the garden."

"I would like that very much." Tom replied.

She pointed a finger at home. "No running away this time either. Let us be open and talk if we feel it is getting too intense. Deal?"

"Deal." He mocked a handshake through the screen. She snorted. "Cannot wait. See you Thomas." See hung on his name.

"See you, Emma." He replied teasingly. He threw his phone to one side and laid back down on the bed. He closed his eyes, recalling the shape and form of Emma's vulva poking against her leggings and the curve of her ass cheeks. He smiled as he slowly began to touch himself...

Emma

The days seemed to pass quicker after the phone call. The weekend arrived sooner than she thought and even though she was always sad when he son went to his father's, she also knew she would get to see Tom and see if anything came about. When she dropped off her son, she quickly went back to the house. She messaged Tom and said, "I'm free now. See you in a few hours."

There was a slight breeze outside, but the sun was still nice on her exposed body as she did her routine of walking around naked in the garden. She leant against the fence, hearing one dogwalker walking past. He is inches away from me, she thought, completely oblivious that there is a woman naked and caressing her breasts. She glanced up quickly at the neighbouring house where the students were. She swore, for a moment, that there was a face at the window. Then the fluttering of curtains. She blushed but then shrugged it off. She heard a coughing sound from the opposite garden. She crept forward, squatting down and peering through a hole in the fence. Geoff was tending to his flowers in the greenhouse at the opposite end of his garden. She grinned to herself. "I hope you hear me and Tom later." She whispered. She got up, just feeling some goosebumps on the folds between her bum and back. She sorted the deckchairs and the yoga mats, placing them where they had been last time and went back inside. Some R & B music started to play from the student's backyard. BBQ? Student party? She wondered, grinning at the prospect and excitement of knowing there would be people nearby.

She showered, exploring every aspect of her body. She did now have a clean selection of underwear but chose not to wear it. She took her silken gown and tied it around her naked form. She simply waited. Is it too much, she thought, to be naked under this gown -- will this put him off? No -- said the aroused woman inside her. No I think he will be ok. Like they had said, they would speak openly if they needed to.

As she walked downstairs, she pulled the curtains in, the light that had come shining through suddenly extinguished save for the light from the back of the living room glass doors. She took out some wine from the fridge and a jug of water. She liked the sensation of her silken robe on her bare skin. She looked down to see her nipples poking into the fabric. Even with the knot around her midriff tied, parts of her shoulder were showing aswell as her leg line. She murmured to herself, her fanny having a sudden jolt of excited energy coursing from her opening to her naval.

She heard approaching footsteps outside the door. There was a pause, then a knock on the door.

Tom

Heart pounding in his chest, Tom knocked on the door and took a slight step back. He thumbled with some items he had bought in his rucksack. The sound of music and beats protruded from the student's house opposite. He saw a group of students looking out of the window, drinks in hand, awaiting arrivals. Tom gave a wave then turned back to the front door. Emma's silhouette came closer and closer. She opened the door.

"Hello." He said. The words nearly caught in his throat when he took her in in the doorway.

"Hello yourself." She replied. She was wearing a silken robe, tied tightly at her midriff, but nothing else to suggest she was hiding anything. She left the door open and walked back down the hallway and turning into the lounge. "Wow." He murmured to himself. He put a hand through his silver hair then entered, closing the door behind him. He turned the corner, seeing Emma sitting nonchalantly on the sofa, legs crossed. She pushed the robe aside, exposing a leg.

"Looking lovely as aswell, Miss Barnes." Tom's heart had calmed, now he was in her prescience, brushing back his silver hair and scratching the stubble of his beard. Emma grinned a mischievous grin and motioned Tom to sit with her. He obliged. They stared at each other for a few moments, then she blurted out in a way that was still smooth and purring;

"I'm completely naked under these robes." Tom let it sink in and raised an eyebrow. "Well, I got the impression and the suspicion you liked naked yoga." Emma laughed, her cheeks brightening. Tom noted that the door to the garden was open and the deckchair and mats were there. The lounge curtains were drawn. He leant forward and kissed her. He took in her smell -- lavender and maybe a hint of camomile. "Finally." She breathed, taking a moment, before bringing him back in for another arousing kiss. He pulled away, looking at that attractive woman who had once been his secretary.

"I want to see you naked now."

Emma

"I want to see you naked now." Tom's eyed narrowed with mischief. "You make me blush Thomas." She lowered her head then stood up. She felt empowered, towering slightly over him sat on the sofa. She could not quite belief she was about to finally show herself naked to her former boss -- her pussy feeling a tingling sensation from the kiss. Tom always smelt nice and his aroma only aroused her further. "Oh you will...but I think you should come to the garden first."

He grinned. "That sounds like a wonderful idea." Emma turned around then, not giving Tom the satisfaction of looking back at him. She simply waved him to follow her and walked out into the garden. There was the ongoing sound of the music speakers from the student's house and it sounded as though a couple of people were chilling by the back door. "Good." She murmured to herself. "That is such an arousing thought." She felt Tom close behind her. She paused, daring him to touch her. But he turned and sat on the edge of the deckchair, waiting. She turned to look at him, swaying her hips. "If I'm about to de-robe, the least you can do is show me of what I want."

Tom shrugged. "Fair enough." Emma watched as Tom stripped off his clothes, just down to his boxers. He was wearing those nice trendy boxers made by oddballs. She gave him a raised eyebrow and a quick whistle, rolling her eyes. Tom chuckled. He had a slim figure as she expected, slightly toned and well-trimmed on his chest. She eyed his boxers. His cock would have to wait.

"I'll take these off, when you take your robes off." He said simply. She stared at him, then moved onto the yoga matt, facing away from him. Then she flicked her arms and the robe dropped to expose her fully nude body in front of her ex-boss. She felt a sudden flush, then a burning sensation of empowerment. Tom took a sharp intake of breath. "Fuck. Me." He said simply, his breathing suddenly shallow. From the other side of the fence, Emma heard some of the students coming out, chatting and laughing.

Tom was properly ogling at her, but in a way where his eyes took her in slowly and not frantically. Emma traced a finger across one of her breasts to the other, giving Tom a wicked grin and pulled on her nipple. She bit her lip, lowering her eyes to stare intently at him.

Tom cleared his throat. "Well, miss Barnes. I think you should get going with your yoga. Your audience waits eagerly."

"Yes...sir." Emma purred, and turned away, just briefly looking back to see the curious expression on Tom's face of being referred to as 'sir'. Emma turned and leaned down, bending with straight legs all the way down to her feet and touched her toes. Tom let out an appreciative groan. Emma smiled, enjoying having her body oggled at. She stroked her ass cheeks and moved her legs slightly, teasing and rotating her hips. She then pulled her ass cheeks apart, giving Tom a full show of her puckered asshole and her the openings of her aroused pussy. She looked between her legs. Tom was starting to stroke his cock underneath his boxers. Yeah baby, you play with yourself as you look at me, she thought. Over the fence, a few echoes of laughter from the students continued and the music beats continued. Well, Emma thought, I'd better give him a show....and a good episode of foreplay.

She started doing her usual yoga session, bending over in downward facing dog, cat and cow and main other poses that helped to fully show Tom the entirety of her body. The feeling of being watched by him only made her feel a burning empowerment inside her. The beat of the music next door continued and the occasional laughter and chatting of the students continued. She turned around at one point to properly face Tom, showing off her breasts and kneading them in her hands. He was grinning mischievously, watching as she massages her tits. She smirked and let out a couple of sighs, enjoying her own self pleasure. She put her hand down to her pubic hair, triangular and pristine after seeing to it hours before he had arrived.

"Goddess." She heard him say. He was now taking his boxers down and was fully naked in front of her. He lay back on the sunchair. Emma grinned as she saw Tom's cock for the first time. He was starting to become erect. It was a nice length, his pubic hair a mix of black and grey. He tended to his body well and was well kempt. She opened up her legs and continued some more yoga positions.

"Getting inpatient?" She asked. "Not at all;" he replied, "I like watching you and taking in your whole body. But I really do want to sleep with you now."

"All in good time Thomas." Emma purred, as she did a final bend down and seductively rotated her hips, sticking her bum towards him. He let out an impressed gasp. "If any of those student look over the fence, you are going to get a lot of attention."

"I know." She murmured to herself. She paused, finishing her warm down poses and turned to walk towards him. Tom's eyes widened as she came closer and closer, stopping just in front of him.

Tom

Emma towered over him. Tom took in her figure. She really is a goddess he thought. A pretty woman, naturally beautiful and radiated an attraction. He looked at her face, her brown hair, her smaller tits -- still profound and incredible. He looked down to her fanny poking out between her open thighs. She put her hands on her hips, swaying them slowly. She licked her lips.

"I have a question for you." She spoke.

"Ask and I shall answer."

She pulled a hair band from over her hand and narrowed her eyes at him.

"Hair up, or hair down?"

"Whatever is easiest for you." She smiled and put her hair up into a pony tail, her hair fully out of the way of her face.

She grinned wickedly, getting down on her knees. Tom opened his legs, his cock twitching and standing to attention. "My cock is yours Emma." He declared. She chuckled, "And what a beautiful cock it is sir. Now..." She put her hand on his chest and pushed back' "lay back and relax. Enjoy being naked. Enjoy me pleasuring." A part of him wanted to pleasure her first, but he did not argue -- even if he could only picture her wet pussy all glistening and delicious. He craned his head up as he watched.

Emma was still looking at him, squatting at first, then placed her knees on the ground. Tom saw the reflection of her perfect behind on a dangling metal hoe in the corner just a few metres behind. What an incredible view. He reverted back to seeing her face, now inches from his cock. She took his cock in her hands for the first time, slowly caressing and massaging it. He let out a guttural approval. "Would you like me to massage your balls?"

"Please do." He responded simply. She massaged and played with him for a few moments. Before long, she started moving her hand up and down his shaft. The other hand gripped and caressed his scrotum. "I'm going to suck your cock now." She asserted, glaring intently at him. She winked. Then she started kissing the tip of his cock. He murmured, enjoying the sensations as she started working her lips and tongue on his tip. Then she opened her mouth and put him inside her.

Tom gasped as Emma's mouth slide down his shaft, taking the tip and the top part into her. He laid his head back and breathed deeply, murmuring and moaning at the sensation of Emma's warm mouth on his cock. She let out a murmur of approval, catching his eye. "You taste nice." She said. "I think I can taste your precum." He arched his back in response, growling. "Your really good and doing that." He said. "I know I am." She responded, then went back to work. One hand still fondled his balls. The other hand worked at the base of his shaft whilst she bobbed her head up and down, taking in his tip and half of his cock into her mouth. He could hear her breathing changing, getting more excited and in tune with his own excitement and desire. He almost got distracted by a sudden noise of commotion in the student's garden, but Emma bought him back simply by using her tongue, hands and mouth. "Jesus christ." He gasped. He could feel he was getting close as she worked him -- going gently then going hard on his cock. She did not go more than half way on his cock, a sensation of her saliva coating his shaft.