His tongue would head south and her shorts would be on the floor in minutes. Then after he gave her a hard squealing orgasm, she'd be bent over, her ass in the air and Steven showing his full appreciation of her form.

Still staring at herself in the mirror, Emma stripped off the tank top, tossing it on the floor. Beneath it, she wore a plain black bra.

She always wore plain bras and comfortable panties. She owned a few thongs, but had only worn them on date nights and there hadn't been many of those in the last year.

She had Lingerie as well, packed away in a bag she now hoped Eric hadn't looked at while arranging her closet. Again, what was the sense of wearing it?

"Because you're a beautiful sensual woman and should show it."

Emma cocked her head, that last thought seemed different for some reason, more than just a where had that come from, but more Like it had been put there. But the thought made sense. She was no narcissist, but she was attractive and seemed unwilling to show it lately, why?

Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra and slid it off. Her perky tits were sitting high and proud and her rosy nipples were hard.

Dropping the bra, she pulled the red band from her pony tail and shook her hair out.

Her long thick hair looked sexy lying on her bare shoulders and upper chest and she shivered when the tip of it caressed her nipple.

Emma cupped her breasts and ran her thumb across her now aching nipples.

Her tits did look good. Tight, well rounded, and in her opinion very suckable. She gave them a squeeze and moaned softly. Emma thought back to her failed attempt at a one night stand a couple of months ago.

She'd met him in a bar on the other side of town. A place she'd never been before and dressed in a fairly short skirt and tight low cut blouse. Her hair down and her make up extra heavy, Emma was making no bones about what she was looking for.

His name-the one he gave her anyway-was Gary. He was tall, broad shouldered, with sandy brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes. He was smooth, funny and most of all laid back. She had no doubt he wanted what she did, but unlike a lot of guys he was not forward at all and seemed to be waiting for her green Light.

After a few drinks she gave it to him in the not so original line of "you Live nearby?" That was good enough for him and turned out he did live only a mile or so from the bar. Emma had followed him home, and once there he'd poured them some wine and kept up with his unhurried approach.

Emma had shocked herself by making the first move and kissing him.

They'd ended up hot and heavy on his couch, not just kissing, but their hands wandering. Gary had asked if she wanted to go to his bedroom and she giddily allowed him to take her hand and lead her there.

In his room, he'd stepped up behind her, moved her hair to the side and kissed her neck. He licked and teased, taking his time. All the while he slowly undressed her. Unbuttoning and removing her blouse, unhooking her bra and slipping it off.

His lips explored her neck and upper shoulders as his hands fondled her tits and teased her nipples, just as she was teasing them now.

Emma had ground her ass back into him, moaning at the sensation of his hard cock against her ass.

She'd reached back and unzipped her skirt and shimmied out of it, working her now only thong clad ass into his impressive erection.

She'd turned in his arms and pulled his shirt off. They kissed again, her bare breasts pressing into his chest.

Feeling more brazen than had imagined she could be, she unzipped his jeans, and pushed them down along with his underwear. His hard cock pressed into her stomach and even thinking about it, her mouth began to water.

She had been ready to drop to her knees, but Gary had given her a playful push, sending her onto her back on the bed. He grabbed the sides of her thong and slid id down her Long legs. Emma spread her legs, exposing her pussy.

He had sank to his knees, kissed her thighs then dove in with an enthusiasm that had her moaning and squealing. He seemed hell bent on making her come, but not wanting to let her nerves creep in on her, she urged him to slide up and fuck her, telling him they could play later, but she needed it.

Gary had given her a huge smile that she'd returned. When he slid up between her legs, and looked down at her, that's when it had happened. She'd envisioned Steven in Gary's place. Steven looking down at her with that little smile and adoring look he always had when they'd made love or even when they were flat out fucking.