Hi!
It's Emma!
That was so sweet!!
See, I met a wonderful couple on the dating app I'm on called the Hegerties. I don't know what drew me to liking them in the first place (probably the novelty of seeing a couple on the app threw me a bit), but when we matched, I couldn't prepare myself for what happened.
You see, they invited me to their house for dinner. I was invited in with warm, open arms, and infectious smiles. The Hegerties were a couple in their forties, obviously enjoying their life, and doing very well for themselves (I mean, they have a whole house! I mean, so does Mom, but still!), so I felt very strange, like I was being adopted into their family or something. I just got a fuzzy feeling, you know?
Mrs Hegerty showed me through into the lounge, where I was invited to sit with her to share a glass of wine while Mr Hegerty rushed to potter around in the kitchen (and, when I say, share a glass of wine, I mean literally passing one glass back and forth from this large glass). The sweet smell of the wine, and the wafts of meat and veg from the kitchen where very cosy and comforting, alleviating the anxiety a little.
Sharing a meal with the Hegerties seemed very ritualistic, like tradition that they've done every week, and it all felt very natural. I sat at the dinner table with them, and felt very much at home. The smell of the gravy on the dinner wasn't particularly nostalgic for me, but still gave me that sense; that feeling.
They took a very keen interest in me, and we got to know each other's work, and what we do for fun, and a little about relationships to, but I didn't feel particularly like sharing about my relationships. The Hegerties were very respectful of my boundaries, and didn't press on any subject, always quick to change to another topic, or offering more to drink. It was very pleasant...
After dinner, I was offered a hearty pudding, and I barely had the stomach to look at after a very full-on dinner, but I politely did the best I could. The Hegerties could see me struggling, but seemed to relish in my politeness, watching me intently as I endured spoonful after spoonful. Mrs Hegerty was happy to give me praise when my spoon scraped the last bit from the bowl into my mouth, giving me a, "Good girl!" I felt so condescended, but smiled anyway.
Mrs Hegerty asked me, "You don't do this very often? Sitting to eat a meal like this, I mean?"
She was very astute, but my obvious discomfort at the volume of food I just ate wasn't going to win any awards for detective skills. I shrugged as I answered shyly, "I just eat what I need to whenever I can. I don't really observe regular meals, or anything like that."
Mrs Hegerty showed a keen interest in that, "A growing girl such as yourself should enjoy a proper, hearty meal. It's food for the soul, and nourishes the mind and body whole."
I really didn't know how to respond to that, just giggling under my breath as I tried not to seem rude, until Mr Hegerty said to his wife, "Stop. You're embarrassing the poor girl. Look at her."
Mrs Hegerty held my hand, leaning in to me to assure me, "No need to be embarrassed, sweetheart. We've seen it all before," winking at me as if to impart some secret or something. I did feel a bit better though, and her strong but supple grip on me really put me at ease.
It was after dinner that the Hegerties truly opened up, setting the mood with some soft jazz music, and dimmed candlelight, with smells of the oils from the candles soothing. The three of us shuffled and swayed into a dance, with me dancing rather awkwardly as I don't often socialise like this, but they were very confident, and took me in hold for some sensual, old-fashioned dancing.
During our dance, the Hegerties took the lead in removing their clothes in time with the music, and helped me out of mine. It felt kinda surreal to me, as I'm just used to stripping off as fast as possible to get right to it, but this was a purposeful performance. I didn't not like it...
Mrs Hegerty was guiding Mr Hegerty closer to me as we got fully naked, and he took me in his arms, really impressing himself onto me, getting far too close and making rather a lot of contact with me. His sweetly rotund belly rubbed friction against my body, and I felt his boner swell like a balloon between us. I didn't not like it!
I felt the Hegerties guiding me towards a low-slung couch with wide cushions, I assumed intended to be a place to lie down and relax in our way, but I felt rather uncomfortable at their eagerness. Mrs Hegerty sensed something wasn't right, so she asked, "Something the matter, sweetheart?"
I suddenly felt way too shy and embarrassed, but admitted, "I'm just not quite there yet. Um... Could I watch you guys?"
Seeming to think nothing of it, the Mrs Hegerty smiled, "Sure," and redirected Mr Hegerty's arousal to herself.
As I watched them, it was like Mr Hegerty was a hungry animal, humping constantly, hunched over his mate, desperate to have his way. He wasn't entirely animalistic, however, showing great amounts of affection with licks and kisses. It was really getting me going. I was getting sweaty, and I was panting, and I started stroking down there.
Mrs Hegerty noticed what I was doing, and nudged Mr Hegerty my way. I closed my legs to him, and said, "I'm sorry!"
Mr Hegerty calmed down, sitting at my feet, and said, "No need to apologise."
Mrs Hegerty asked, "What's wrong?"
