Emma S Rules

I looked up at Emma's beautiful body, marveling at its perfection. She is athletic and toned with pert B-cup breasts which were quivering. Her face is heart-shaped and crowned with thick ash-blond hair cut to a medium length. Her eyes were closed, and her pink lipped mouth was open. I let my gaze travel down her smooth creamy flesh noting the trimmed line of her pubic hair. God I was going to miss her!

My cock was thick and hard inside her, as I lay on my back. She paused and opened her eyes, looking down at me.

'John, I gotta say something.'

'Okay, but quick or I'll come!'

'You can slow down.'

'I'll try.'

'You must promise me, that while I'm away...'

'Yes?' Just then I would promise her anything.

'While I'm away, you wont bring any other girls home!'

'Oh. Okay.'

'And your cock isn't allowed into any other pussy!'

'Okay.'

'You must promise!'

'Okay, I promise!'

'And you must be nice to my mum!'

'Okay, whatever you want.'

She leaned down and gave me a big passionate kiss.

'Now fuck me!'

With that she began riding me, moving up and down my cock, and gasping. Her eyes were closed again, as I pushed hard into her.

'Oh, oh, oh... that's good...oh oh!'

It was a really nice hard fuck, it felt like it could go on forever. I am not sure how many times Emma came, but my last was a glorious explosion.

At last we lay back entwined together, falling into sleep.

* * * * * * *

Emma and I are both research students, at the local university. Well it is her local, but it is far away from my parents' home. She and I are both 23 years old. Since we became an item I have moved in with her. As she lives at home, that means sharing the house with her mum. It is great for me because not only do I get to be with Emma, but also it is rent-free.

The problem arose when Emma was given this fabulous opportunity to spend 6 months doing her research at another university. All expenses paid. The trouble was it was in Australia, the other side of the world! Well she could hardly refuse it.

Emma's mum Jane and I had returned from seeing Emma off at the airport. It was quite an emotional business. We had traveled in Jane's Mercedes. She is a wealthy widow, and her house is large and well appointed. Emma's dad had died suddenly 4 years ago, and it had taken them a while to get over it.

Jane looks a lot like Emma. She has the same thick ash blond hair, although hers is if anything more luxuriant than her daughter's. She is slim and elegant with delicate wrists and ankles. Her face is perfectly symmetrical, with a demure mouth and a twinkle in her eyes. At 42 she looks at least 10 years younger, as she takes care to stay healthy, fit and trim.

Although we got on perfectly well together it was not clear that I was going to be able to stay on the same rent-free basis if I wasn't there to be with Emma. It was tricky. I resolved to be as nice as possible and to make myself useful, by helping all I could. I would see if I could make myself indispensable!

My first effort in that direction was to offer to help with the grocery-shopping trip planned for that afternoon. So I accompanied Jane to the supermarket, carried stuff, wheeled the trolley and loaded the car. She seemed to like having me in tow, and at her beck and call.

Before returning we stopped off at a coffee shop for cappuccinos. Jane was wearing an elegant floral dress, with a kind of Audrey Hepburn line to it. She looked quite classy.

'Well John,' said Jane, 'what are we going to do with you? I suppose you'd like to stay on until Emma returns.'

'Well, yes I would, if that is possible.'

Jane was about to reply when a figure loomed behind her and spoke to me. It was a guy I worked with at the university.

'Hey man, how's it going?'

'Oh it's okay.. eh good really.'

'Sorry to hear that Emma has gone. Still Australia- hey it's a great opportunity.'

'Yeah, it is.'

'And who is this? Let me guess. Oh I can see now. It is Emma's sister. Didn't know she had a sister.'

'Well actually, it's...'

'Got to rush man. See you back at work.' And he left in a flurry.

I smiled wanly at Jane.

'Sorry about that! He's a bit uncouth!'

She smiled.

'Well its nice to be mistaken for Emma's sister. At my age you need complements like that.'

'I am sure you must get them all the time.'

She smiled again. I think she liked being flattered. It had certainly put her in a better mood.

'We were talking about you, and if you were going to stay on.'

'Yes, I'm happy to contribute, you know, around the house and stuff.'

'I could certainly do with some help. I'll give it some thought.'

'Thank you.'

'Don't thank me to soon! You haven't heard what I'm going to require from you.' She smiled to herself rubbing her hands together, the prospect seemed to amuse her.

As she drove us home she was humming to herself and was obviously much happier than she had been earlier in the day. I unloaded the groceries for her when we arrived, musing over her remarks. She employed a cleaner so it wasn't basic housework she was expecting. I wondered what she was going to require of me.

I found out a bit more later that day. She announced that she was going out for the evening. I was to clear up the kitchen. And there was a basket of laundry to be sorted through. Some stuff was mine, some was Emma's and some was hers. She thought I knew were everything was kept, so I should have no difficulty in putting it away.

Well, I suppose clearing the dishes in the kitchen was the kind of thing I had expected. But putting away the laundry was not what I had anticipated. Nonetheless I got on with it. I put the clothing into three piles, and then did the easy stuff first. I knew where all mine went and I had a pretty good idea about Emma's. The remainder had to be Jane's.

I took it into her bedroom. It is a stylish and well appointed room with a large bed, a dressing table, a desk and an armchair, not to mention a luxurious en-suite bathroom. And of course there were closets and chests of drawers to put things away in. A lot of her stuff was unremarkable and easy to locate- hanging up skirts and dresses and so forth. But her underwear gave me pause for thought. It was variously colored, a lot of it black or plum colored, and frilly or lacey. There were half cup bras, and high leg knickers. And there were thongs! As I imagined her wearing them she began to seem like one very sexy lady!

Of course once I had put them away I had no excuse for looking through other drawers. But I thought what the hell I'm here on my own and curious, so it would do no harm to just have a quick look. So I did.

Well in one drawer I found basques, suspenders belts and teddies, all black or plum colored. And in another there were sex toys- vibrators, a rabbit and what I imagined was a butt-plug! And a horse crop! Wow.

I thought I had better stop, as I was becoming quite aroused by what I was imagining Jane's doing. But I did have a look in the desk drawer. There was a photography album, with pictures of Jane, mostly conventional ones of holidays and so forth. But I had just found ones of Jane in a skimpy bikini, when I heard the door opening. A quick glimpse was all I needed to see what a beautiful sexy lady she is. I put it away quickly, and scampered down stairs.

Jane was in the hallway, hanging up her jacket. She was wearing a black blouse and a tight black skirt which came to mid-thigh. Her legs were covered by flesh colored stockings and she had on black high heels.

"Hi Jane,' I said cheerily, 'pleasant evening?'

"Yeah it was okay. Saw some good friends.'

'Can I get you anything?'

'Hmm, a whisky would be good.'

'Okay.'

'Bring the decanter, and a glass for yourself too. I shall be in the sitting room.'

'Water, or soda?"

'No, neat is best!'

She was lounging on the settee, as I put the glasses on the coffee table and poured out our drinks. Her skirt rode up. She has sexy legs!

She took a reasonable swallow from her glass, drinking half of it. Then she reached for her bag and took out a pack of cigarettes. She lit one for herself and offered them to me.

'No thanks.'

'You don't smoke?'

'Only very occasionally.'

'Hardly anyone does these days. And when I am driving I can hardly have more than one drink.'

She looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

'What I need is a chauffer, someone to do the driving. You could do that John. What do you think?'

I took a drink. Her glass was empty, so I re-filled it.

'Yeah, I'll do that. I am at your command.'

'Yes, you are that. Mine to command!' She smiled to herself. 'What else could I get you to do?' She blew cigarette smoke out from her sensual lips.

'Whatever you want.'

'Anything?'

'You're in charge.'

She stubbed out her cigarette, and took another swallow of whisky.

'Do you think smoking leaves a taste in your mouth?'

'I suppose so.'

'Well I need to check it out.'

'Okay.'

'Come here and tell me.'

I went and sat down beside her.

'Now kiss me!'

I gave her a demure peck on the lips. She looked at me obviously exasperated.

'No, not like that.' With that she held my head and administered a deep kiss with lots of tongue, pressing our faces together. It was very arousing.

'Well? Could you taste cigarettes?'

'Yes, a bit. It was good. Any way I am not sure how you taste without ciggies.'

'We shall have to carry out further experiments.' With that she kissed me again. And then she did it some more. Her hand brushed the front of my trousers where my erection was pushing.

'Are you getting turned on?' She took another drink.

'Yes.'

'Good. Well you just remember who is in charge.'

'Yes.' I was confused. This was all quite unexpected. Then suddenly her demeanor changed and she sat back.

'We must talk about my dear daughter.'

'I suppose we should.'

'What did Emma say to you before she went? She told me she had you make certain promises?'

'Yes, she did.'

'Well come on. Give. Tell me what she said.' She took another drink, and I gulped mine.

'Well, she, errr, she..'

'Spit it out, what did you promise?'

'I promised not to bring any girls home.'

'Quite right too. Break that promise and you'll have me to answer to. What else did you promise?'

'She said I had to promise to be nice to her mum. To you.'

'Well that's good. Quite appropriate. Did you promise it?'

'Yes, of course.'

'There was something else you had to promise. She told me it was three things.'

'Err, yes, there was something else.'

'Well, come on, tell me!'

'I can't. It was intimate.'

'You mean it was about sex?'

'Yes'.

She leaned over and took my face in her hands and kissed me again. Her hand pressed on my trousers where my cock was pushing.

'You're going to tell me.' Her hand squeezed. I was breathless.

'Okay,' I gasped, 'I'll tell you.' She relaxed her hand.

'Go on then!'

'She said that my cock wasn't to be put into any other pussy than hers.'

'Did she! Hmm.'

Jane leaned away from me. 'I need to think about that. Give me a hand up. ' I assisted her as she stood unsteadily. I think she had got a bit drunk.

'Take off your shirt. I need to look at you.'

'What!' I was surprised by this latest instruction.

'Just do it.' I did as I was bid and stood before her naked to the waist.

'You look okay,' she said. 'you obviously work out and have no excess fat. That's good. When you are my chauffer I shall expect you to wear black trousers and a white shirt. You have those?'

'Yes.'

'Good. Now you can escort me to my bedroom door. And no further!

I did as I was bid. At her door she paused and got something out of her bag.

'I have a little bell.' She rang it. 'If you hear it that means I want you to come to me. Okay?'

'Okay.'

Then she kissed me again before slipping away, leaving me feeling both confused and very aroused.

* * * * * * *

The following morning I had shaved and I was just drying off from the shower, when I heard the tinkle of her bell. I put on my bathrobe and headed out to the landing. I thought the noise had come from Jane's room, which was at the other end of the house. I headed for it and knocked on the door.

'Come in'.

I went in to find Jane sitting at her dressing table, brushing her hair. She was wearing a plum colored bra and matching knickers. And that was all she had on. She looked gorgeous and sexy.

'Well don't just stand there gaping with your mouth open. I need your assistance.'

I gulped.

'Yes Jane...what can I do to help?'

'I'm looking for a dress. It should be in the closet. It's a linen dress, a kind of aubergine color. Since you've put stuff away I can't find it.'

I went over to the closet, and russled around with the clothes on the rail. I pulled garments out until I found one which looked right.

'Is this it?'

'Yes, that's it. Thank you.'

She held it up, and then she stood up and held it against her body.

'What do you think? It is a light summery thing.'

'Yes it's going to be warm today. That should be good.'

It was three quarter length, low cut and sleeveless. I am not an expert on dresses, but I thought it could look really good.

'I should probably not wear a bra under it. Here, you hold it.'

She handed me the dress, and proceeded to unstrap her bra. Her breasts were surprisingly firm, a full C-cup with bright pink nipples. She wiggled and they shook suggestively. Then she cupped them with her hands and pulled on the nipples. She smiled archly at me.

'Do you agree, it would be better without a bra?'

I gulped. I was having difficulty in breathing again.

'Yeah, that looks good.'

'You mean without the dress?' She stuck a finger in her mouth and looked at me quizzically.

'Good grief Jane, you look gorgeous!' I was completely uncool by this stage.

"Thank you kind sir! Are you just saying that or do you mean it?'

She peered at where my bathrobe had fallen open. My cock was erect again.

'I think you mean it!'

I reached for her. The desire to touch her was almost overwhelmimg.

'No,no,no. Get back!'

I backed away.

'Now take off your bathrobe.'

I did as I was bid and stood before her naked.

'Yes, you have a nice body' she said, appraising me. She paused, and then said 'enough of this nonsense. Be gone. I must get dressed, and so must you. I will see you downstairs.' With that she dismissed me.

* * * * * * *

We were having coffee together after breakfast. Jane was wearing the dress, as far as I could tell without a bra. She was looking sunny and fashionable.

'Well what are you up to today, John?'

One of the advantages of being a researcher is that you have lots of flexibility over when and how you work. As long as I have my laptop I can get on with it. I didn't need to go into the university.

'I have some documents to work on. I was thinking of staying here to get on with them. If that is okay.'

'Yes, that's fine of course.'

'Have you got plans?'

'I am going out this evening. I'd like you to be my chauffer. I shall need you at about 7.30, and then returning at about 11.00.'

'Oh, okay. No problem.'

'Good. It is a lovely sunny day. I might sunbathe later.'

With that she stretched languidly and looked at me with heavy-lidded eyes. Then she finished her coffee, and walked out onto the patio to have a cigarette.

I went to get my laptop and retreated to the study where I hoped I would be undisturbed. I had to try to stop thinking about Jane. But she was making that incredibly difficult. She was clearly toying with me, offering all this sexual come-on, and then stopping it. I found it very difficult to control myself. But I knew that if I failed to do what she wanted I would be out on my ear. There was no doubt that she was in control, and calling the shots.

I immersed myself in work, and eventually managed to put her out of my mind. I worked through the morning and only paused briefly for a lunch snack. I was back at my laptop early afternoon when I heard the tinkle of Jane's bell. Now what did she want?

I trudged through the house to find her. Eventually I found that she was on the patio at the rear of the house. It was a gloriously sunny and warm day. She was lying on a recliner, wearing a bikini. It was dark red, just about big enough to cover her bottom. I could see no more as she was lying on her stomach. The color contrasted with the creamy light gold of her skin. Yet again I was impressed by just how beautiful and glamorous she looked.

The house has a large garden and is not overlooked. The position was very private and perfect for sunbathing. I cleared my throat.

'Hi Jane. You tinkled your bell.'

'Ah there you are John! Be a honey and get me a nice long glass of juice, with ice, will you?'

I did as she bid, and returned shortly, giving her the glass and sitting down beside her. I had made a drink for myself too, which I sipped.

'Thank you. You're a sweetie!'

'You're welcome.'

'How's work going?'

'I've made good progress.'

'Well, if you'd like a break, you could spend a few minutes out here with me. Give your brain a rest.'

'Thanks.'

Although I was not finding my time spent with Jane restful. Usually it was disturbingly arousing.

'You could do something for me while you are here.'

'What would you like doing?'

'My back could do with an application of sun lotion. Do you mind doing it?'

Good grief, I was being invited to touch her! Of course I didn't mind.

'It would be my pleasure Jane.' I took hold of the bottle.

'Undo my top, would you?'

'Yes, you don't want a line.' I unclasped the bikini top.

'I usually sunbathe topless. But I saw how disturbed you got this morning and thought I had better calm things down.'

'Oh. Okay.'

I began slowly to apply lotion to her shoulders and neck, caressing her flesh.

'Hmm, that's nice. I suppose you must think I am playing a bit of a game with you.'

'Well, yes. But you're in charge, you make the rules.'

I moved my hands to the tops of her arms.

'You see the thing is, you are a very attractive young guy.'

'Gosh, thank you.'

'And it is very flattering for an old lady like me to find she can turn you on!'

'Lordy, Jane, you are not old! You look much younger than your age. And you are a very beautiful lady.'

'Why thank you, you are gallant!'

I moved my hands down her arm to her wrist, and then shifted my attention to her other arm.

'I suppose the other thing I am doing is testing you.'

'How are you testing me Jane?'

'To see whether or not you keep your promises to Emma.'

'Well I have haven't I?'

My hands had returned to her back. I poured more lotion along her backbone and began to spread it around softly. She sighed.

'Yes, you have. So far.'

'Are you going to tempt me further?'

'I may do. You have no idea how wicked I can be.'

'I'm beginning to get a good idea.' I had completed her back and reached the top of her bikini bottom. 'Do you want lotion on your legs?'

'Hmm, yes I do,' she purred.

I started with her ankles and moved up her legs. There was silence as she appeared to relax completely. I did the tops of her thighs up to her crotch very slowly and thoroughly. Was she becoming aroused? I know I was.

She turned over and stared at me quizzically. I gazed at her flat smooth tummy and her erect pink nipples.

'Can I trust you if I let you do my front?'

'I don't know.'

'Would you like to?'

'Yes.'

'Okay.'

I applied lotion to the remaining parts of her arms, and then to her legs. I was able to pay a lot of attention to the tops of her thighs. I was tempted to touch her bikini where it covered her mound. She sighed again.

Then I poured some lotion onto her tummy and slowly applied it, moving up to her rib cage. Then at last there were only her breasts left to be done. I applied more lotion to my hands. Her eyes were closed. I took a breast in each hand and smeared it with lotion. Then I squeezed and pulled on her nipples. Leaving my hand on her left breast I leaned over and began to kiss, and suck her right nipple. Then I bit it gently.