**This is not a series, just a reoccurring character put in unrelated stories**
Who is Emma?
Emma is a fictional version of my wife that can be subjected to all of our fantasies.
What does she look like?
Emma is blessed with the looks of my wife. A 5 foot 5 inch redheaded bombshell.
Anything else readers should know?
Unless specifically stated, these stories are not sequels. Meaning the experiences Emma had in one story do not carry over to the Emma in another story.
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KEEP THE BLINDFOLD ON:
The note attached just said, "Wear it tonight. I'll take care of the rest." Emma found it when she reached into her bag for her car keys. She hurried up and got in the car to have a better look at the box. It was obviously a sex toy, and apparently a wearable one, but it was shift change and there were far too many other nurses filtering through the hospital parking garage that morning to analyze it closely. So, she exited the garage and look for a less populated area.
Emma was more than familiar with the concept of a wearable vibrator. She had two of her own that she had worn out a couple times each. The first wearable toy she bought was to be worn in her underwear, against her clit. The other was her favorite sex toy. It was bulb-shaped and worn inside against her g-spot. Driving away from work, she thought back to the concerts and movies and casinos where she had worn them.
After pulling into a nearby hotel parking lot, which was full, but not very active at 8am, she took it out of her purse and opened the box. The remote control wasn't in there and the toy itself was different than either of her own. It was c-shaped and had two buttons on the top. When she pressed one, it came to life.
To her surprise, both ends vibrated. The feel of it was smooth and supple, and the vibrations were not just a buzz. It rumbled and shook in her hand. As she adjusted the buttons on top, she finally started to wonder who left it for her. There was no way she would wear it for her next shift, but who wanted her to in the first place? There were only two men that worked on her unit and she was fairly certain neither of them was on the schedule, so that meant it had to be a woman that wanted to control her. A woman wanted to make her wet...drive her wild...make her cum.
Emma began to cycle through the possible faces in her mind, but then allowed herself to think of the bodies, of curves and hips and tits and butts covered loosely by scrubs. She was barely aware that she had stopped pressing buttons and was moving the vibrating hand between her legs. When the toy touched the crotch of her pants, the scrubs covering her coworkers came off. She pictured the bodies of a dozen women all wanting her and watching her.
"Whoa!" She said it to herself but put both hands out like she was stopping someone in front of her. Then she laughed because there was a pink sex toy wrapped around the crook of her thumb.
She looked around the area wondering what the hell she was doing masturbating in a hotel parking lot at 8am, but saw the only people moving around were up near the entrance loading their luggage. She bit her lip and considered for a moment.
Analytically she pressed the button that began the vibrations. Pressing it repeatedly predictably made the vibrations stronger. Pressing the other button reduced them until they stopped.
Again, she surveyed the lot. There were still only a few people, loading two cars far away by the door.
She tilted her head to look through the windshield up at the hotel, and she saw that every window she could see had a curtain drawn.
"Eh, what the hell," she said with a shrug while turning it about halfway up and returning it to the seam of her pants. The all-female line-up of co-workers returned to her mind. It occurred to her that whoever left the toy in her purse had probably also masturbated thinking about her. Suddenly her mind was filled with naked nurses touching themselves, legs spread exaggeratively like porn stars.
Emma switched the toy into her left hand and reached into the glovebox. With the deft one-handed movements of an experienced parent; she opened the emergency pack of baby wipes, removed the seal, and retrieved a wipe without ever stopping the good work of her other hand. She then lifted the toy, gave it a quick wipe, and moved it into her underwear.
She flopped over on the steering wheel, driving the vibrations up and down in her lips against her bodyweight, thinking about how much some woman, a woman she knows, would love to see her in this state. How wet would they be watching her? A woman wanted her, wanted to touch her, wanted to put her tongue where her hand was getting soaked. The women in her mind were turning on each other. Her co-worker's wet rough tongues tasting things Emma could only imagine. Then they with her, and it was their hands grinding the vibrations into her clit. In her mind, she was in the center of them with female hands and mouths all over her body.
These thoughts pushed her over the edge. She moaned loudly, resting her face against the top of the steering wheel, without considering if the car would contain the sound, or looking to see if more people had entered the lot. She came hard, shivering and bucking, and she wasn't' even sure what part of her honked the horn.
She looked up in good-humored surprise and saw that although no one was close by, all eyes were drawn to the person sitting alone at the edge of the parking lot who just honked their horn. She quickly put the toy next to her, started the car, and left the parking lot. There were two exits, but she made sure to choose the one that went by all the people by the door. She waved at their curious faces, laughing with herself.
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Emma's husband, Jason, normally tried to keep the kids out of the house, after nights that Emma worked, so she could sleep better. That day he had taken them to Grandma's all day and Emma slept like a stone. Until, that is, she woke up in the early afternoon to the feeling of a hand in her panties. She reflexively jerked to swat Jason away, only to realize that it was her own hand. She must have started masturbating in her sleep.
She couldn't remember ever touching herself in her sleep, but even her bleary, half-awakened mind could understand that she would only know if it had woken her up. At first, she told herself it must have been because she had cum in public. That had always turned her on. After all, she did have two wearable vibrators of her own for that reason. Or, maybe, it's because she didn't say anything to Jason, so it felt like a naughty secret. That was plausible, but her reason for not doing so wasn't devious. Jason was already on the highway when she got home. Then she knew. Lying alone in the darkness provided by her blackout curtains, her whole body warmed, remembering the thought that was on the front of her mind as she woke. A woman was responsible for that morning's orgasm.
Not only had a woman caused the whole situation, but Emma had cum thinking about other women touching themselves and each other...and her. Women she would see tonight, and one of them wanted her bad enough to make such a bold move. She felt desired on a much different level than when Jason looked at her, "that way."
It both made sense and confused her. It made sense in the way a compliment from a stranger could often flatter her more than a compliment from her husband. Jason's love for her would always keep Emma beautiful in his eyes, so other people's opinions were just more objective. What confused her is that she didn't feel flattered, she felt aroused. Like a lot of women, she had made out with a friend or two and even had a bit of a girl crush, but that didn't mean..." Well," she thought clearly, "it doesn't mean anything unless it meant something."
She thought back through time to her crush on Victoria, with the big green-blue eyes always heavily framed with black eyeliner. She would have fallen into them if Victoria had let her. Emma stirred at the memory and her fingers walked their way back into her underwear. Once they found their destination, she continued to explore her memories. There was Miranda, her second college roommate. Emma didn't just kiss her, she felt her up. Also, there was another factor about that night that she had never taken the time to consider. Emma and Miranda didn't stop themselves. Someone else had broken them apart because they were getting carried away.
Lying in bed lightly touching herself to the thoughts and memories of other women, Emma couldn't be certain that she and Miranda would have stopped at all, on their own. Emma couldn't be certain that, left to her own decisions for just a minute longer, she wouldn't have had her hand in Miranda's pants and rubbed her the same way she was touching herself to the idea of it. Emma couldn't be certain that given a few more minutes they wouldn't have been shedding clothes in the middle of a party. Emma's body started to writhe under the blankets as the unsolicited image of Miranda's head between Emma's smooth white thighs appeared in her mind.
She decided to finish what her fingers had started, but this time wanted something inside of her. Emma reached into the top drawer of her nightstand and pushed the pile of underwear aside to retrieve a vibrating dildo. She closed her eyes and habitually pumped it in and out of herself beginning her usual fantasy, being with some muscular hardbody that would have resembled Jason if he spent 6 hours a day at the gym. This time, though, other images were getting in the way. Emma started to wonder if the silicone dick inside of her was what a strapon might feel like. The hardbody gave way to a nondescript female body that had some manner of black belt around her hips. Both images were too thin to get anywhere because her mind didn't seem to want the man, but she couldn't clearly picture the woman.
