Title:
Memories
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Date:
18 May 2009
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Rating:
4
 
 


Larry Evans was an old college buddy of mine, during our educational years we had lived together, got pissed together, and just about did everything together – we were inseparable some would say. I had found his number on the internet and had decided to give him a ring even though a good few years had passed and we hadn’t spoke or seen each other. I must admit I was surprised when he said that he had got married three years back as we had both been adamant during our younger years that we would ‘play the field’ and basically ‘if it had a heartbeat – shag it.

His wife had opened the door ‘lucky bastard’ I thought, she was blonde, slim and had a gorgeous figure. She had made me feel very welcome and had the most stunning smile and as I followed her into the house I knew that we would both get on like a house on fire. Larry came down the stairs and upon seeing each other we gripped each other by the shoulders, and then dragged each other together in a great manly hug.

We spent the whole day together just me and ‘Lamie’ a nickname he picked up at college after the kids programme Larry the Lamb. We went to a few boozers and his favourite club where he played snooker with his work mates. We remembered all sorts of shit and wound each other up about old girlfriends and a landlady we used to have who had the biggest tits on the planet. Lamie had been coming out of the communal bathroom one night and went past her bedroom and the door was ajar. He slammed into our room and grabbed me and we both crept back to see this vision of fucking huge knockers with nipples like a Bedford Trucks wheel nuts. Since that day Lamie could not keep his mind or eyes off women’s tits – they had totally fuckin enchanted his head, and when I pointed out a bird with a fit arse he would always have to check out her top-bollocks before agreeing with me that she was fit?

Anyway, that night his Mrs made us all a curry and we sat swilling copious amounts of beer and spirits and bursting into laughter over some other hilarious memory. Lamie, as usual got pissed before anyone else and on my return from the bog found him asleep in the armchair. I tried to wake him up and in a pissed manner he told me to ‘fuck off and leave him alone’ so I did. Emma Lamie’s Mrs, came into the room and upon seeing him asleep in the chair went over and shook him ‘go to bed Larry’ she told him. Lamie opened his eyes and looked at Emma frowning down at him. ‘Okay okay give us a minute’ Lamie groaned. Emma stood over him and when he closed his eyes again she said ‘Larry’ – he groaned and climbed to his feet. ‘See you in the morning pal’ he declared as he walked towards the door leading to the downstairs hall and the bottom of the stairs. Emma told me to help myself to another drink and gestured that she would follow Lamie up and make sure he was okay?

Emma had been gone for a good quarter of an hour and I had stopped myself from getting bored by looking through their CD collection. When she re-entered the room she saw what I was doing and declared ‘most of them are Larry’s from before we met.’ I looked at the CD in my hand and wondered why if it was Lamie’s was it not porn? ‘I’m going to have a glass of wine, fancy joining me’? Emma asked from the kitchen.

As I walked into the kitchen I noticed that Emma had changed her clothes, also she had swept up her shoulder length hair and held it on top of head with a hair clamp. I remembered being a little mesmerised as to how small Emma head was and how beautiful and luxurious her neck was with little freckles speckled along the soft and delicious skin.
She turned around and looked at me ‘red or white’ she asked. I suddenly realised that Emma was now wearing spectacles which must have been evident in my face as she quickly said ‘contact lenses – I’ve took them out’ – I nodded in acknowledgement. For a moment I looked at Emma in a totally different way from how I had perceived her all of that day. All day she had worn denim jeans with a bright pink sweater and a fancy leather belt with ethnic style tassels and pressed leather badges stitched to it. She had reminded me of some of the lasses we used to knock about with when me and Lamie were at college – but now…

Emma was dressed in a white almost see through blouse and enough of the buttons were undone for those who were looking to see an ample view of her cleavage. She had removed the trousers and replaced them with a short woollen skirt that hugged her bottom and showed the flatness of her tummy and nice hour glass hips. Her legs were long and slender and the seemingly black tights that she was wearing gleamed and flickered as the lights bounced off the fabric. She seemed to be smaller in height and I noticed that she was in her stocking feet and had such petite and beautiful feet. As I watched her she moved back to face the worktop and I could smell her sweet and musty perfume as it wafted across the kitchen. She seemed to struggle with whatever she had in her hands and as I walked up behind her it seemed almost natural for me to stand immediately behind her and place my arms around her and take the bottle and bottle opener from her delicate fingers. ‘I’m always rubbish at opening wine’ she said.

As I uncorked the wine I could smell Emma’s hair and the almost erotic perfume that she was wearing. I could not remember smelling the aroma during the day and realised that she had put the perfume on when she’d gone upstairs – my loins twitched at the thought. As the cork released from the bottle the energy seemed to bounce Emma away from the worktop and I felt her softness press against me and her hair brush gently on my face. ‘Sorry’ she murmured as both our bodies touched; I wondered if she had felt my aroused state as her soft buttocks and my groin had rubbed together?

I placed the open bottle on the worktop and moved away from Emma. She collected the bottle and in her other hand had two long stem wine glasses, she spun on the spot and smiled at me which relaxed my anxiety from our previous involuntary touching. ‘Are you coming’ she asked as she went back into the lounge. I followed her in and watched her sexy and shapely bottom move from side to side in her figure hugging skirt. As I sat down Emma walked over to me and handed me an empty glass, I took it and held it out for filling. Emma bent over and poured me a glass of wine, as she poured I could not help to look down the front of her blouse and look at an almost perfect vision. Her breasts were not large, nor would anyone say she was voluptuous – but nevertheless her breasts were absolutely gorgeous and the few specked freckles made them absolutely perfect. She finished filling my glass and our eyes met, she knew that I had been looking down her blouse and just in her look I knew that she agreed with what I had done.

I lifted the glass to my mouth and sipped the sweet contents, as I drank I watched Emma walk to the settee and after pouring herself a glass of wine she placed the bottle on the side table and folding her legs underneath herself sat down. There was something about the picture of Emma sitting on the settee that traumatized my mind, and the more that I looked at the picture the more I looked at the reason. At the top of Emma left leg and at the bottom of her skirts elevated hem I could see a strip of flesh – she was wearing stockings…

The TV had been on all that night with the sound turned down and in my attempts to distract my attention from Emma sat on the settee I looked at the screen instead. She immediately noticed that I was watching the TV and asked ‘do you want to listen to some music’? I looked back at her and said ‘sure’ she looked to her right for the TV remote and seeing it on the side table twisted her body so that her left hand could reach it. As she twisted and moved, her bottom and legs moved but her skirt stayed still and this meant that I saw the full strip of skin of her left leg between skirt and stocking top, but also I saw the gusset of her pants. As she moved back and her bottom came down and pressed gently back into the fabric the spectacle of her exposed lingerie disappeared. I moved awkwardly in the chair as my cock was now grabbing my pubic hair and pulling them out as the blood flowed.

She climbed to her feet and walked to the stereo centre near to the TV, as she bent over I watched the hem of her skirt climb up the back of her thighs. As she shouted out names of artists on CD’s that she pulled out of slots I watched her bottom, the tops of her stockings, the soft gusset of her pants and the beautiful soft bulge of her pussy. ‘How about a bit of Rod Stewart’ she asked… When she stood up again her skirt hem dropped down and the beautiful decadent picture vanished once more. She turned and looked at me and with a bemused expression on her face said ‘well. Rod Stewart or do you want to pick someone?’
I smiled and took a deep gulp of my wine ‘Rod Stewarts good’ I answered. This time she bent her knees and turned to put the disc in the stereo. The door closed with a click and she returned to the couch with the stereo remote, as she sat she picked up her glass and stared intently at me. Rod Stewart’s voice came bellowing out of the speakers in all four corners of the room, and I suggested that we should turn it down a little; otherwise we might wake up Lamie. She did turn it down, but as she pressed the buttons on the remote she said ‘he won’t wake up, when he’s pissed he goes unconscious.’ She sounded a bit pissed off with Lamie so I didn’t press the matter and jumped to my feet and walked over to where Emma was sat. I took the bottle and replenished her glass before walking over to my seat and refilling my glass. I placed the bottle on the side table and as I sat down again I noticed Emma staring at me ‘what’? I asked…

‘I can’t work you out’ she answered. I laughed at her comments which made the burrows on her delicate brow deepen. ‘What do you want to know’ I asked?

‘Do you fancy me’ the question took me totally by surprise.

‘Emma you’re my mates misses, I’m not allowed to fancy you – it’s just wrong’ I explained.

‘I have seen you looking at me’ she said quietly. I stammered my response ‘listen Emma, any man would look, but there’s a big difference between looking and you know’?

Emma looked at me and there was an awkward silence in the room except for Rod Stewart singing in the background. ‘I know about Larry you know’ she finally said.

‘Know about what’??? I almost shouted.

‘Him and his bit of stuff’ she declared.

‘Honest Emma, I don’t know about…’ she stopped me in my tracks ‘I didn’t expect you tell me, after all you’re his mate, I’m just his wife.’ She stated.
Emma looked at the floor and then back at me, then she climbed to her feet and walked over to me. She stopped in front of me and looked down staring deep into my eyes.

‘I need you to do something for me’ she announced.

I looked up at her and saw tears welling up in the corners of her eyes ‘you okay Emma?’ I asked.

‘No…No I’m not alright. I need to sort something out, and I need your help’ Emma said.

‘What help do you need from me Emma’? I asked gently.

‘I need you to fuck me’ she declared.

‘Fuckin ell Emma, what about Larry’? I blurted.

Emma looked shocked at her own words. She then told me that she had known about Lamie’s affairs and one-night stands when he went out with his mates. She had been totally loyal to Larry, not even a kiss or anything else with anybody else. Now she had heard of the woman at the snooker club who worked behind the bar and how everybody knew about Larry and her fucking on one of the snooker tables just a couple of days ago. She wanted to have a secret like he had a secret from her –it was her way of dealing with his wandering.

I stood up and took Emma in my arms, she placed her head on my shoulder and we just held each other for a few moments. Emma was very vulnerable and naïve in many ways and as I held her I thought about what she was asking me to do. As I argued out the dilemma in my head I felt her hand slide down and start to gently stroke my cock through my trousers. My cock didn’t need much attention to jump back to attention and now her hand was inside my zipper and her soft delicate fingers were wrapped around my engorged prick. Emma backed off from our cuddle and stood in front of me as her hand worked on my cock inside my trousers. With her free hand she unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and allowed the blouse to fall open revealing her beautiful breasts. I moved my hands and placed them over each breast on the outside of her bra, she gasped at my touch, and when I felt for her nipples and tweaked them with my fingers she groaned in agreement. I lifted the bottom of the cups upwards and allowed her soft perky tits to flop out and then returned my hands to cup them both and pulled and twisted her nipples gently. Emma now had my cock sticking through my zipper and her hand was rubbing along it length, her grip would tighten and slacken as her fingers moved along and then her thumb would run up and across my Japs-eye stroking my juices across my glands with each pass.

Emma used my cock like a tow bar and pulled me into the kitchen and I gladly followed her not wanting her hand to stop doing what it was doing. In the kitchen she let go of my cock and boosted herself so that she was sat on the edge of the dining table. I took over and placed my hands under her knees and lifted them up and open, as her legs lifted she lay back on the flatness of the table. The vision in front of me was wonderful, her legs were open and I bent and ran my tongue up the inside of her thigh my tongue gently snagging on the fabric of her stockings. I reached the soft skin and licked along the strip of skin on both legs filling my nose with the sweet aroma of her pussy.

Using my fingers I ran the tips along the folds of her pussy and felt the dampness of her gusset, then I slipped my fingers inside and stroked her swelling labia and slipped into the hot tube of her wanting pussy. As my fingers probed she pushed her hips down to allow more of my fingers to penetrate her and then she wiggled her hips to maximise the sensation. I bent my head down and using the tip of my tongue I licked along her labia and up to her little engorged clitoris which made her take a gasp of breath. I continued to lick and suck on her clitoris allowing my fingers to slide into her hot love tube and then take the silky juices from her pussy up to her hardened nipples tweaking and twisting the little orbs between my fingertips. She smelt wonderful and the taste of her pussy was the most delicious and exotic taste that I had ever tasted and I wanted more and more as I licked and sucked at her hot passionate fanny. I allowed the tip of my tongue to brush up and down and from side to side manipulating her swollen clitoris, as my tongue flickered Emma would spasm underneath me and her hips would twitch and move in sequence with my exploring tongue. After a few minutes Emma’s breathing became erratic and her body was spasming wildly in a frenzied manner, it was almost impossible to keep her clitoris on the end of my tongue and so I gripped the little orb between my fingertips and started to wank it backwards and forwards. Emma’ back arched and a groan erupted deep from within her, she bucked her hips up and down and wildly bounced up and down on my penetrating fingers as a massive orgasm racked through her sending her into an abyss of ecstasy.

I stood up and wiped my face on the back of my right arm. I undid my belt and trousers and allowed them to drop to the floor at my feet, and then my shorts went the same way. I took hold of my cock and it felt huge and hard, I gripped Emma’s legs and pulled her towards me at the same time I slipped my cock into her soggy and hot love tube. Within seconds Emma was taking the full length of my cock as it impaled her deeply so that our skin slapped together with each lunge of my hips. My pounding hips must have pushed Emma across the table so I gripped her legs and pulled her back to me and then held on so that my cock could impale every last millimetre of her hot soggy fanny. Emma was twisting and pulling on her own nipples and occasionally running her hand down and playing with her clitoris with her fingertips. The scene of us both fucking was the most exciting thing I have ever seen, Emma with her black stockings and ruffed up skirt, her blouse wide open bra tucked up under her chin. She looked decadent and rampant and looking at the expression on her face she was massively enjoying everything that was happening to her. The scene of us fucking like two animals, the smells, the feelings and sensations started to get the better of me and I was now on the verge of coming and I could feel my cock growing in size and throbbing as more and more blood engorged its size. I was beyond the point of no return and was now bucking deeper and deeper into Emma shooting me seed with every buck and holding her legs and pussy onto me as if my whole life depended on it.

A few minutes later we had both regained our composure and Emma sat up and looked at me with my trousers around my ankles. We both laughed for a moment at how stupid I looked and then she jumped off the table and stood up. ‘See you in the morning’ she said and picking up her knickers left the kitchen.

The following morning I had breakfast with Lamie and Emma and then said my goodbyes and left. I’ve never got around to looking them up again, don’t know why, maybe I just want to keep my memories as they are of lovely Emma, wonder if she’ still with Lamie?