Chapter 8 – Emily at home
It was fun in the office with the girls and I could certainly see me doing things there again but there was also an attraction in catching them singly at home. For one thing, when alone, I could stop and restart time at will with only the one person to worry about. If she happened to be naked and looking the other way there was no reason why she should not wander around with me watching from the very same room - it meant the back view perhaps, though if I was reasonably inconspicuous or hidden away there were more possibilities and, of course, I could always stop time if she suddenly seemed to spot me - and I would simply not be there!
Easy to find where the girls lived, easy to borrow keys - addresses and keys in handbags were easy to examine out of time, though not always easy to decide which key on a ring was which. And easy enough to pop out and have a duplicate made or duplicates of more than one key each before their absence was noted. I had the set as far as I could judge.
"I'm just having a quiet evening in." An overheard remark from Emily but helpfully setting the scene - clearly I was not going to be having a quiet evening in but would be out visiting - yes, visiting Emily. I had what I thought was a copy of her door key; but what time to wonder around to her flat? Would 10 o'clock suit?
Ten of the clock found me at Emily's flat. A nice little conversion of a large Victorian house, four flats with one to each floor and her key did fit both main door and flat door. Time stopped outside her flat as the key went into the lock and I opened the door. A funny feeling but already I had intruded into the private space without permission of several people - yes the mannequin girl and Cindy next door but, even so, it was still a very new experience. Even though I knew I had stopped time and it could not happen, yet there was still the thought of Emily looking up and asking. "What on Earth are you doing here?"
Emily was not in the bedroom, she was not in the bathroom - though the rather damp towels suggested recent use - the excitement of imagining her damp body rubbed by those very towels increased the anticipation. Now where was she? Perhaps not surprisingly of an evening she was in the lounge watching television, rather pleasingly in her dressing gown. Well that was clearly going to make things easier. How easy I did not at first appreciate. It was only as I walked around to the front of the sofa did things become very much clearer - and very surprising.
You see your co-workers every day and certainly I had seen Emily's ample cleavage before, indeed has revealed it to myself in the office only a day or two before, but not like this, virtually dropping out of her dressing gown and whilst she sometimes wore quite short skirts I had not seen that far up her thighs before and, importantly, had not seen her do what her hand seemed now to be doing between her thighs - it looked so suspiciously like... I mean, what was she watching on the television to encourage that?
My eyes moved and almost left their sockets. Neatly set up on a towel next to her was a range of, well I suppose you could call them implements but sex toys might be more apt. It seemed, no it was quite clear, Emily had a rather impressive collection of dildos and they were lined up in various colours in order of size. Very neatly set out indeed and a jar of lubrication next to them as well. Very organised, very deliberate, very...
I was completely taken aback. This I had not expected! To nose around in her bedroom and find perhaps one such item hidden in her knicker drawer would not have come as a surprise but this was, well, surprising. And I might mention some of the items were really rather large - certainly they would put me a little to shame if they had been real (or in the case of one particular dildo, a lot!).
What was she watching on the television? I was so intrigued by that question that I did not even touch her: instead I went back around the sofa and stood watching as time restarted.
You know how it is sometimes you are in a room and you have this unsettling feeling there is someone behind you. Well, in Emily's case there was! What a delicious little moan from her before her vocalisation was drowned by the not dissimilar moans from the television. How fascinating, Emily was watching a decidedly dodgy film featuring a good deal of unclothed bodies of both sexes and with some very well endowed men. My immediate conclusion was that Emily had a thing for big men - so no point me asking her out then! And by big you will appreciate I mean in the generative organ department and when I write 'big' I mean big.
I hardly knew where to look. No I do not mean I was embarrassed but it was a toss between the rather intriguing film and the very real activity going on just below me. The appearance of a wet silver coloured dildo from under Emily's dressing gown did catch my undivided attention though! Carefully laid on the towel and a fresh one picked up, turquoise if you are interested and the next in line of size; below me the gown had opened more and there was Emily's exposed sex. You can imagine how I stared as the turquoise item was brought into position and then inserted.
Actually part inserted as I could not quite see what was happening from behind the girl. This was not acceptable.
With time once more halted I was around and kneeling at her front in seconds. I had felt her curls in the office, a hand slipped down her panties, but now here it all was in all its magnificent earthy femininity. No shaving, no playing around with nature: dark, profuse curls and big fleshy lips and right in the middle that turquoise rounded plastic object going into her body. Easy to move her hand away, she was not holding the dildo tight, leaving me in control. Simply wow
Able to push it in a little way and then pull it out and then push it back in again. I had control! Isn't that just what men want to do with girls! Great fun just playing with the thing, pretending it was a penis, pretending to be doing the motions of intercourse, just pushing it in and out. Just watching it move Emily's sex.
And of course with Emily exposed like that so easy to lean in very close, even use my tongue. Yes Emily would not know at all the next day when she spoke to me in the office that I had actually had her clit between my lips, had lapped at her wetness, had tasted her and drawn her feminine scent into my nostrils, had actually had my tongue up inside her! Turquoise dildo out and tongue in! She would not know the next day quite how intimately I knew her.
Of course I wanted to watch more of her own dildo work, was happy to put her hand back and step behind the sofa. Down came my zip, out popped the old JT and time restarted. And there was Emily working away at herself in front of me, eyes glued to the scene on the television, completely oblivious that there was a very real and fleshy tumescent penis just behind her head being exercised. It did occur to me that it would be quite something for her if perhaps just at the moment of her orgasm (did she perhaps achieve multiple ones during the course of an evening with her collection of toys?), perhaps just as one of the big lads on the film came on the television, I began shooting my stuff over her shoulder so it landed all warm and unexpected in dollops across her breasts, perhaps down to her pubes or onto her hand. She would no doubt jump out of her skin!
