Ted tried to fall asleep and failed. There was just too much adrenaline. So many things were bouncing around his head, all fighting for his attention.
He got up, dressed, and left the bedroom. His wife saw him from the kitchen.
"I thought you were taking a nap."
"I was, but I just realized why I couldn't sleep. I need to finish next month's lesson plans. You know how the CE chair gets bent out of shape if I don't have them ready on time."
"Oh...can't you work on them here?"
"Normally, yeah, but most of the books I need are in my office. It won't take long. I might be a few minutes late for dinner is all." He kissed his wife and headed for the garage.
Ted hadn't lied so convincingly in years. He'd never had a reason. He was surprised how easily the lie flowed out, as if someone else gave him the words to say just as he needed them.
"That was way too easy," he thought.
He really wanted to call Emily. Doing it at home, with his wife there, was out of the question. He had no intention of going to the church; that was the place he'd feel the most guilt for what he was about to do. He drove to a favorite park where he sometimes went to be alone with his thoughts. It had hiking trails, a large lake, and the remote location kept it from ever being too crowded.
Pulling into the lot, he thought about heading out onto one of the trails, but decided to stay in the car. His windows were tinted pretty well, and he had already considered the possibility that he might end up touching himself as he talked to Emily.
Taking the phone from his pocket, he scrolled down to her name again. He once again wished he had kept that picture. He had plenty of sexy pictures of young girls on his computer, all with faces showing, but he'd gladly give them all up if he could have that one slightly blurry picture of Emily's hand in her panties. He justified the risk if ever got caught with it by knowing no one could identify the faceless person in the picture. He'd just save the picture to his phone and delete the associated text conversation.
"I could be really good at this if I wanted to make it a habit," he thought.
He sent a short text to Emily's number.
Ted: Hi, are you busy?
Emily had fallen asleep.
Masturbation had been her go-to method to relax and fall asleep for as long as she could remember, and the recent orgasm, probably the most powerful one she'd ever had, sent her into such a relaxed state that she didn't bother arranging her clothes or the covers.
Her sleeping form on the bed was the stuff of many a man's fantasy. Completely nude, she was sleeping deeply, her legs slightly spread. One arm rested across her belly, her fingers just above her still slightly-swollen mound; the other arm was limply at her side, inches away from the dropped phone. Her breasts rose and fell softly as she dreamed of her fantasy lover.
In her dreams, Ted had returned them to her fantasy hotel, and they were playing a game. Emily was a typical sexually-repressed church girl, so her fantasies were quite detailed and entertaining. She was wearing all white: a lacy push-up bra, a matching thong, stockings held up by a garter belt, and white heels. Ted was seated in a large easy chair, but his wrists and ankles had been secured to the chair with rope, and he was only able to squirm a bit.
There was a CD player, and Emily had inserted a disc of sexy, slow jazz. In her dream she was able to dance as sexy as she wanted, regardless of her actual skills. Ted looked at her and smiled, and he wanted her badly. She teased him by getting closer, then backing away. She turned her back on him and slowly bent over, sliding her hands down the front of her legs until she held her ankles. Aching her back forward, her ass curved up and presented itself to Ted, who was straining at his restraints to touch her.
She had deliberately worn the thong on the outside of the garter so she could keep the latter on. Rising again, she hooked one finger into each side of the waist of the thong and slowly peeled it down off her ass, her thighs, past her knees, and her ankles, bending back down as she progressed. She stepped out of the thong, and once again held her ankles, arched her back, and parted her legs, and Ted could see her moist lips spreading apart, inviting him in.
A moan escaped his lips and Emily heard, standing and turning to face him. She stood two feet from him, hands on hips, legs spread, in a mock posture of scolding. "You can't have me yet Daddy. I'm not done dancing for you."
She unclasped the bra, and slowly lowered one strap, then the other, and then let the lacy white restraint fall to the floor. She leaned forward slightly and moved side to side just enough to make her breasts sway. Ted's already-swelling cock came to full attention at her use of the name "Daddy".
"Can I see it Daddy?" "Yes baby, I want you to see it." She knelt and undid his zipper and worked his hard shaft out of the opening. "Ooohhh...it's so big Daddy...is it big for me?"
She spoke with a singsong, childlike voice that made Ted ache to have her.
"All for you honey, you know Daddy wants you."
She slowly stroked his aching shaft, wetting it with her saliva. With each downstroke, he pushed up, wanting to be free of the chair. If he were freed, he would throw her roughly to the floor and force himself on her; his lust was so strong. Emily rubbed the tip of his shaft against each of her nipples, making them stand up. Next she licked him like a popsicle, slowly from the base to the tip, over and over. She alternated her gaze from adoring his cock to his hungry eyes. Emily saw the precum ooze from his head, and tasted it. "Mmmm...I think Daddy is ready for me," she purred.
She kicked off the heels, and joined him in the chair. She straddled him, legs knelt inside the cushioned arms. Guiding him towards her wet lips, she slowly eased herself onto him until he was fully inside. She kissed him, and allowed his tongue to explore her mouth.
Something buzzed at her side. Startled, she looked at her hip, but nothing was there. "What's wrong baby?" Ted asked. She felt the buzz again and looked around, and slipped into the place between dreaming and consciousness where for a fleeting moment one is aware that a dream is fading. The next moment she felt the buzz again and reached down to retrieve her phone, and she saw she had a new text.
Ted: Hi, are you busy?
Emily: I fell asleep sorry
Ted: Do you want to sleep? I can call some other time..
He was sure he wanted this, no matter how long he had to wait.
Emily: No, I'm good! (smile)
Ted: Actually, I think you're kinda bad (wink)
Emily: (wink) Haha (smile)
Ted: Are you enjoying this flirting as much as me? I feel like I'm 17 right now and it's amazing (smile)
Emily: Yeah (smile)
