Another email from Emily. As usual, short and sweet. "I need you. Bring your toothbrush this Tuesday and plan to stay for dinner. Em"
Like most times with Emily, I had no clue what was on her mind. But, I had never been disappointed.
When I arrived on Tuesday the front door was, once again, slightly ajar so I just pushed it open and went on in. Em was in the kitchen, topless, working on something that I guessed was to be our dinner.
Em opened the conversation, "Figured I would work on dinner early. That way we can spend the whole day just relaxing, you know, kicked back and loving life."
With a chuckle, I added, "And loving each other I hope."
"Yep, my thoughts exactly. I really need you. I have this itch only you can scratch, and it might take a lot of scratching," was her reply. I liked where this conversation was going. "Give me another 10 minutes and then I'll join you in the bedroom and we can start scratching my itch." With that, she held up two cucumbers, one slender and long and one short and fat. "Should I slice these now or bring them up to the bedroom when I come up?" she asked with a mischievous grin on her face. Em never ceased to amaze me.
"Bring 'em on up," was my enthusiastic reply.
I wandered up to her bedroom and slipped off my clothes. I knew what she meant. She was ready to roll and I was going to be ready too. I had no idea where this day would take us but she had not disappointed me yet.
After a few minutes Emily joined me in the bedroom. I was surprised she had not yet slipped out of her jogging shorts. She just sat beside me, slowly fondling my cock and said, "I left my shorts on just in case you get a charge out of helping women out of their clothing -- especially their pants. You know, the grand reveal." I admitted I did enjoy disrobing a sexy woman, especially her, and I would gladly lend a hand. With that she placed the cucumbers by my feet and laid down beside me, her head by my feet, and allowed me to slowly remove her shorts. I was in no hurry and slid them down little at a time until finally they were off.
Gently taking the smaller cucumber, Emily slowly parted her pussy lips and guided the cucumber up and down her slit picking up more of her moisture with each stroke. Then she eased the cucumber into her waiting pussy. Smiling wickedly, Em said in a low voice, "You know how I love to have people look at my pussy, well, it is even better to have someone watch me masturbate. And I do love to masturbate."
After several deep strokes she gently withdrew the smaller cucumber and reached for the shorter but rounded one. "Hmmm, this one may take some work," she said dreamily. Once again, parting her cunt lips, but wider this time, she slowly slid the massive tool into her waiting cunt. She gave a slight whimper.
I asked, "Are you all right?"