Need A Lift?

It's a dark, chilly Saturday, the first in December as I walk to the gym, deciding to leave the car for a change. The forecast said possible showers but I decided to chance it with just a zip up sweatshirt and padded gilet over my gym t-shirt. Of course, ten minutes into the twenty-minute walk, the rain began to beat down. A red Mini Cooper pulls up moments later.?Jack, need a lift?? Emma calls from the open window.?If it?s not too much trouble???No, come on, get in before you get soaked.??Thanks,? I say, climbing into the passenger seat, smelling a hint of floral perfume.?Your welcome. Sometimes it?s fun to get soaking wet, but not on the way to the gym.?Emma wears a red insulated jacket over her top, and dark blue running shorts revealing her smooth, sculpted legs. In the gym most days, normally about the same time as me, we?ve become good friends.She's thirty-six, a year older than me, with shoulder length light brown hair pulled into a ponytail, oval face with high cheekbones, hazel brown eyes, light pink lips, and straight nose. Maybe 5-7, to my 6-1, she?s lean, tanned, and married.She slaps the steering wheel gently. ?Damn, I forgot to set the house alarm. Jack, do you mind if we turn back???No, go ahead.??Thanks.?Ten minutes later we pull onto the parking space in front of her house, the only one with solar panels on the roof. Part of a new build with tarmac drives in front. There used to be a couple of grass fields here until the developers bought the land.?Wait here a moment,? she says climbing out, phone in hand and dashes to the door and inside.A minute or two passes, when Emma reappears without her jacket, phone to her ear, and waves for me to get out. I do, grabbing my bag.Smiling as I enter, she closes the door behind me, a self-locking sort that opens from within but needs the key from outside. Soft blue carpet lines the hallway şişli escort to the lounge and the foot of the stairs which rise to a landing above the front door. An alcove below it houses a shoe rack and a coat stand. I take a couple of paces forward as Emma continues her phone call and through the bannister I see another door at the foot of the stairs.?Mm, I know, but he isn?t worth it? well, that should change soon, yes we?ll see,? Emma says. ?Okay, bye. Sorry, just a friend having problems.??This is a nice house,? I say politely, glancing at her fitted pastel pink sports vest that reveals toned shoulders and arms.Emma smiles, ?Thanks. Mind giving me a hand moving some furniture.??Sure.??You can take your jacket off.?I hook both on the coat stand and follow her, seeing the door by the stairs leads to the kitchen.The lounge is a wide, bright room with an archway back into the kitchen. A square four seater dining table sits to one side of the opening. Beside the right-hand wall a pale blue sofa and two armchairs sit around a low coffee table. In the far wall, a pair of French windows that open onto a small patio and square garden.?I?d like the coffee table moved forward,? she says, placing her phone on it beside an incense stick holder in the centre.Together we pull the heavy wood table further away.?That?s enough,? she says and moves between the two, sits, leaning back into the cushions. She rises, smiling. ?Yep, that?s good, thank you.??Any time,? I smile back and start to look round the room.I don?t have time to take it in as Emma steps in front of me and runs her hands up my arms, following the curve of my shoulders onto my chest curling her fingers as she does. The sensation of her warm touch sends a crackle like electricity through me. Her hands are over my stomach and back up, cupping my face as she pulls me şişli escort bayan in to an ardent kiss which I instinctively start to reciprocate.It takes a moment for my surprised brain to catch-up and I break the kiss, saying slowly, ?Emma, what are you doing??One eyebrow rises, lips curling in a smirk, ?Isn?t it obvious???You?re married, though.??Haven?t you noticed?? she holds up her bare left hand.?I had, but don?t you normally wear it on cord round you neck at the gym???Not anymore. The bastard cheated on me with his twenty-year-old intern and got her pregnant. I?ve kept it quiet because, well, you know what gossipy people there are at the gym. The divorce came through last week, so now I?m free to shag whoever I want. Did you think me bending over so often in front of you the past week was accidental???I, I hadn?t noticed.? I try and fail to sound innocent.?Liar,? she laughs.The news is cautiously welcoming. I've long been attracted to Emma, but never made any move given her marital status. Now I don?t resist as she runs her hands over my torso, then wraps both arms round and presses against me as my arousal increases. My hands move to her waist.Her voice is seductively syrupy. ?I?ve wanted you for a while. I?ve imagined you running your hands over me, feeling my naked body, sliding into me and fucking till we both cum. Have you??Our eyes lock as an involuntary pulse passes through my erection straining against my shorts. A devilish grin plays over her pink lips.?Mmhmm, thought so,? she says.?Emma, I?m attracted to you, have been for a while, just never thought you?d be so forward.??Things change.?My hands slowly move down to her hips, thighs and over her shorts, ?You?re not wearing underwear??Emma shakes her head, takes my hands and slips them under the fabric. My fingers glide over her warm, soft skin, feeling mecidiyeköy escort the taut, bare curves of her bum, and nothing else.She pulls my head forward, whispering, ?I want you, do you want me???Yes,? I breathe.Our lips meet, tongues entwining. Kicking off our shoes, we quickly strip each other. Emma?s tanned over every inch, her shoulders sun-freckled and has round, perky breasts, a flat stomach, and shaved between her legs.?Wow, you look incredible,? I say dumbly.She looks me over, grinning. ?So do you. Trimmed as well, I like that.?We embrace again. She murmurs with the touch of my lips to her shoulders and neck and I fondle her breasts, gently pinching the small, hard nipples.?You smell good,? I say inhaling her sweet floral perfume, kissing her earlobe.Emma reaches down and strokes my erection, ?I like how this feels.?I caress her stomach, moving further down and run a finger over the smooth, damp skin between her legs. She sighs deeply.?You're very wet.? I kiss her neck again.?I haven?t had sex in a year,? another sigh, this one rueful.?Really? Even during the divorce?? I ask as I push my finger deeper.Emma lets out a low, breathy moan before answering.?Yes. I?ve dated but?? she moans again as my fingers part her, ?I wanted you more, but you were with Michelle for most of it.??Well, she was a mistake from the start. That's been over for a while, so now??Emma hisses in pleasure as I gently press my thumb against her clit.?Lie on the sofa,? she says.I do running my hands over her thighs and gently squeeze her bum as she faces away. Slowly I run two fingers over and part of wet lips, as she strokes me and gently fondles my testicles.After a few moments, I inhale as her tongue glides round the head. In response, I raise my face to her and slowly draw mine along her lips, tasting a slight but pleasant tang. Emma emits a long, low moan.?You taste good,? I say.Another circle of her tongue, then Emma?s takes me into her mouth, her hand stroking up to meet it.Holding her hips steady, I press my mouth to her and flex my tongue in sync with her. A muffled moan as I rub her clit softly between my thumb and finger.