Chapter 1 – Training Time
Before I get to the meat of my experience I think I should share a few things about me. I was divorced about a year ago. The whole thing was quite a surprise to me because I didn't see it coming at all. I mean I know we weren't all lovey-dovey, but his demand for a divorce was a shock to say the lease. I was just now beginning to get some normalcy back in my life. I was only in my late 30's so I still had a lot of my life ahead of me and wanted to make the most of it. The one real surprise is that I missed being with someone even though our relationship wasn't as exciting and satisfying as I would have liked. In the end though having him out of my life was going to be a good thing and I would be able to explore on my own instead of being controlled by his oppressive personality.
One of the few things I got out of the divorce was a small printing business and I was throwing myself into the business as a way to stay active and feel good about myself. I had recently invested a fair amount in a software package to upgrade the business, but I needed some help to really understand how to use it.
It was a Saturday afternoon and I was at one of my best friend's house. She's a real techy; very savvy with all kinds software and hardware and she had agreed to teach me some important tips and tricks of my new software. I was pretty well checked out on the basics, but the stuff Emma was showing me would let me do some really cool stuff and give my business a huge competitive edge. It had been a long afternoon and we were just about done. Both of us were sipping on our second glass of chardonnay. Emma was looking up a key stroke combination that she couldn't remember and I was just staring at the monitor.
I was hardly paying attention, but holy crap what was that on the monitor? The screen saver kicked in and a woman dressed in a very provocative black outfit popped onto the screen. The image was only there for just a brief second because Emma's hand shot out and hit the keyboard.
Emma acted like nothing had happened and went on with the lesson. I didn't say anything either, but the image was burned into my brain. I wanted to know about whatever the hell I'd seen because I was almost positive that it was Emma in the picture. I had to find out the story behind it. Finally, Emma had covered everything on her list and she looked blankly at me. "Well, there you have it. Everything I know. Anything unclear or is there something you want to know more about?"
There was my opening and I wasn't going to let her off the hook. I took a second and then locked onto her gorgeous green eyes, "We've known each other a very long, long time.....tell me about that picture."
Emma didn't break eye contact, "Amy, that picture wasn't intended for your eyes."
"Seriously? Well that's obvious Emma, but I saw the photo. The genie is out of the bottle. Explain."
Emma didn't look comfortable and I could tell she was wrestling with answering or not. After a second or two she grabbed both wine glasses and headed out the door. I followed her into the kitchen. After she'd refilled our glasses she leaned against the counter and took a long gulp. I kept silent and smiled as I took a sip. I was resolved not to break first.
Finally Emma had made her decision. "I'm only going to tell you about this since you are probably one of my oldest and closest friends. I probably shouldn't, but I'm going to anyway. C'mon, let's go back to the den."
When we walked in the den, the screen saver was flashing pictures on the monitor. The first one I saw was of a tall lady in black heels, some sort of shiny black leggings, a bustier, a thick collar and a shiny black hood. Her red pony tail stuck out the top. Even though I couldn't see her face, I was sure it was Emma on the screen.
Every time the photo changed, it was some variation of the previous one. In many of the photos Emma was topless and her tits hung lewdly. Her tits were really big. I mean really big, almost huge. How did I never notice her unbelievably spectacular body? In other photos she was posed nude in very provocative ways showing off her smooth, bare pussy. She was incredibly hot. In most of the pictures she had some kind of leather or rubber hood covering her head. Fuck, obviously Emma had a streak I was totally unaware of.
The next set of pictures was of Emma standing in front of a bar with two hunky studs with their arms around her waist. One guy was wearing chaps and nothing else except a collar and a hood. He had a huge pierced cock which hung down about eight inches in a lewd sexy arc. The other guy was wearing tight shiny rubber shorts with a place built in for his cock. It was sticking out at least seven or eight inches. Other than his hood, he wasn't wearing anything but a collar either. There were more pictures of Emma with others – sometimes females, sometimes guys. The photos with the females were the most provocative. Damn, I'd never seen porn this hot. My pussy was nearly soaked and tingled in a very nice way.
We sat there in total quiet while the slide show continued to play. Finally, I glanced toward Emma. She had sort of a transfixed look on her face; almost a dreamy look. I took another sip of wine, "Gawd Emma, you are fucking gorgeous and all of the guys and girls in those pictures are awesome.
Emma answered weakly from her fog, "Thanks."
We continued to sit there in the silence and let the pictures change from one to the other. I was fine with just watching. There were hundreds. I was going to give Emma all the time she needed. We'd come this far. I wasn't going to rush things.
