An Old Friend

I was sitting in a taxi with Emily, gazing across at her as her face was illuminated in the passing street lights. She was staring straight ahead, looking thoughtful.

I knew how she felt; my emotions were threatening to overwhelm me - we were going to have sex. Would it live up to the years of fantasising about it? Would I be able to perform? How would I compare to Mark, who was younger, taller, more handsome, and as I well knew, had a bigger cock and superior sexual stamina.

I remembered what Emily had told me about her taxi ride with Mark and how he had kissed her and stuck his fingers inside of her in the back of the cab. Should I be kissing her and touching her now?

No, I decided. I didn't want a fumble in a taxi under the leering eyes of the driver, I wanted our night together to be perfect.

"Sorry I'm not saying much," I said to break the silence, "I've got a lot on my mind."

Emily turned her head and I saw her give me a tight-lipped smile. "That's alright Alex, I'm lost in my own world as well."

I reached out and held her hand. "I want tonight to be perfect."

"It has been so far." Emily said with no trace of mockery, and my heart beat more quickly.

In the front of the cab, I could just hear some music from the radio, Trouble by Coldplay. "We can't get away from them!" I said, nodding my head in the direction of the radio.

"It can be our first dance at our wedding."

I felt my stomach flip at Emily's joke, my emotions were too raw to find it funny. I knew I was going to cheat on my wife with Emily, but after that the future was unclear.

"What was your first dance with Richard?" I asked.

"He chose it, Live Forever by Oasis."

"Good song, although I think Oasis are like Coldplay, two great albums then they churned out a lot of shite!"

Emily laughed, "I bet you spent weeks choosing the perfect song, and Rachel didn't get a look in!"

"That's cruel!"

"Tell me I'm wrong."

"You're not entirely wrong, but Rachel did have a choice - I narrowed my songs down to three, and she chose the one we'd dance to."

"What were your three?"

"You Are Everything by Marvin Gaye and Diana Ross, Delicate by Damien Rice and the You and Me Song by the Wannadies."

"That's quite an eclectic mix, what did Rachel choose?"

"Marvin and Diana."

"Good choice. You can't beat a bit of Motown."

The conversation had helped to break the awkwardness and we soon pulled up outside Emily's house, where I paid the taxi driver.

"Have a good night," He called out as he drove away, "You lucky bastard!"

Emily and I both found ourselves laughing at this as we walked up the path arm in arm.

"Wise man, that taxi driver!" I quipped.

"Maybe he was gay and fancied you, which would make me the lucky bastard!" Emily responded.

"That seems unlikely!"

Emily opened the door and I followed her into her house. I had never been here before, so I looked around, noting the tasteful decor, and the photos of her kids on the walls. I didn't see any pictures of Richard, her ex-husband.

Emily led me into the front room and drew the long green curtains, before turning on some lamps.

"Would you like a drink?" She asked.

"A glass of white wine, if you have any."

Emily walked out of the room, her dress had ridden up again exposing her stocking tops. My pulse quickened at the thought of seeing her naked and I felt nervous again.

She returned a couple of minutes later with two glasses, handing one to me. "To tonight." Emily raised her glass.

"Tonight." I clinked mine against hers and we both took a drink.

Things felt strange again. I have had sex thousands of times, but I didn't know how to take the next step with Emily. With Rachel, we wouldn't have to discuss it, we would know when sex was on the menu and would instinctively take the steps to make it happen, but here Emily and I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, sipping our wine in silence.

"Aren't you going to kiss me?" Emily looked up at me, her eyes shining.

"Sorry Emily. I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed. Being here with you is something I've dreamed about for years. Even when we lost touch, I still used to think about you and imagine meeting up again."

"You really love me, don't you?"

"Yes, which is why I don't want to mess things up."

"You won't. Sit down and I'll put some music on."

I took a seat on the sofa, putting my wine glass on a table next to me."

"Do you want Parachutes or a Rush of Blood to the Head?" Emily was grinning as she held up two Coldplay CDs.

I stuck my tongue out at her. "Parachutes."

Emily bent over to put in the CD, and her dress rode up even further showing the straps of her suspenders and pink flesh above her lacy stocking tops. I flirted with the thought of going over to her, but by the time I had made up my mind, she had straightened and Don't Panic came from the speakers.

Emily put her wine glass on top of the mantlepiece and walked towards me, she took my hand and pulled me to my feet. "Dance with me." she said.

I put my arms around her waist and she put hers around my neck. We gazed into each other's eyes as we moved around the living room.

"We live in a beautiful world." Chris Martin sang through the speakers.

Yeah we do, yeah we do. I said in my head, for once in perfect agreement with him.

I tilted Emily's head up and kissed her for the second time that night, and my nervousness vanished. From the feel of her lips on mine, and the way we seemed to move in sync, this was right, we belonged together.

Emily slipped her tongue into my mouth and I tasted the wine on her breath. My tongue danced with hers and I brought my hand up to stroke her hair. I broke the kiss and moved my lips to her neck, nuzzling into her. Emily moved her head and made a contented noise, as if she were a cat being stroked.

"I love you Alex."

Tears came to my eyes as I heard this and I looked at Emily, seeing that she was crying as well. "I love you Emily. You're so beautiful and you feel so perfect in my arms."

"Like we're made for each other." She agreed.

Rachel's face flashed across my mind but I erased it by kissing Emily again. This beautiful moment was shattered by the driving guitar riff of Shiver, the next song on the album. I laughed and tried to dance with Emily to the song while still in hold, but it was much too fast and we fell on the sofa together, giggling.

As our laughter subsided, I looked at Emily. One of her legs was on top of mine and I stroked my hand up it, enjoying the feel of the nylon on my fingers, and then the lace band, and finally the smooth flesh of her thigh.

"That feels nice." Emily murmured.

"It certainly does." We kissed again and I moved my hand around to the back of her leg and then up, clasping the bare cheek of her bottom.

Emily pulled back and I moved my hand away, worried that I had gone too fast, but instead she looked at me and said, in a voice thick with emotion, "Take me to bed Alex."

My cock was already hard in my trousers and it throbbed at this. I gently pushed Emily's leg off me and stood up, offering my hand to help her to her feet. "You'll have to show me the way," I said.

Emily pulled me after her, she was walking quickly and the thought that she was impatient to have sex with me increased my excitement.

I followed her up the stairs and onto the landing and then into a darkened room. Emily released my hand, "I'll just draw the curtains." She said.

I felt for the light switch and turned it on when the curtains were closed. Emily raised an eyebrow, "I want to see you." I explained.

"Voyeur!" She teased. "I suppose you want to record this as well."

"There's a thought!"

"Sound only."

I turned on my sound recording app and put my phone on a bedside table, I then walked over to Emily who was standing near the now covered windows.

I took her in my arms and kissed her again. There was a charge in the air now we were in the bedroom, and she ground her body into my erection as we stood pressed against each other. My hands reached down to her bottom and fondled it through her dress, before pulling it up and grasping her bare cheeks. She rubbed against me even harder as I stroked her arse.

Emily pulled away from me and I felt confused at this, but it was only so she could unbutton my shirt and slide it off, she moved her hand through the patch of hair on my chest and then leaned her head to nibble on each of my nipples in turn before coming back into my arms and kissing me again.

I rubbed my hands up Emily's back and under her long dark hair, finding the zip of her dress and pulling it down. I reached my hands through the gap and stroked the bare skin of her back encountering her bra strap. I toyed with the idea of unclasping it for a moment, but I wanted to see her in her lingerie, so I moved my hands up and out, easing the dress off her shoulders. The blue dress was tight and difficult to remove, so Emily stepped away saying "Let me help you."

I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of the fabric sliding down Emily's body.

"Why are your eyes closed?" Emily giggled.

"I think I'm about to see the most beautiful thing in my life, so I'm getting ready for it."

She snorted a laugh, "Oh Alex, you are sweet! You can look now."

I opened my eyes. Emily had her head tilted back, looking me straight in the eyes, as if challenging me to accept her body as it was.

She needn't have worried about my reaction, she looked incredible, her face flushed with passion, her alabaster skin with her breasts standing firm in a lacy bra, my eyes travelled down along her stomach, which showed few signs of the three children she had borne. She was wearing a suspender belt above a lacy thong with her well-shaped legs sheaved in the black stockings I had admired earlier. "You're perfect." I said, hoping my voice would convey my feelings.

"I'm really not. I'm middle-aged, and have stretch marks and a tummy from my kids."

"I'm 45 years old Emily, I don't fancy young girls any more, I love women and you have a beautiful womanly body."

"Oh Alex!" Emily melted back into my arms and we kissed again. I reached my hand up to her breasts and found her nipples under the lacy fabric of her bra, as I started to play with them, she moaned and reached her hand down between us and grasped my cock through the outside of my trousers. "Someone is pleased to see me." She said, breaking the kiss. "I want to see him."

She pulled back and slid to her knees, as her hands started to unbuckle my belt, I felt a throbbing as my blood pumped around my body in anticipation of what would happen next. My trouser button was undone and as Emily pulled down the zip, I felt it run against the shaft of my penis.

She pulled my trousers and boxer shorts down in one so I was naked in front of her. "Oh I like him!" She said, appraising my cock. "What do you want me to do now, Alex?". She asked, looking up at me coquettishly.

"Put him in your mouth." I was so excited I could barely get the words out.

"And then what?"

"Can you suck my dick?"

Her hand grasped my shaft and tilted it forward, she kissed the head, and then opened her mouth and enveloped it. It was almost too much to bear, her hand moved up and down the bottom of my cock with a twist as if she was trying to wring out my cum, her lips and tongue worked together around the top of my penis and the sensations brought me to the edge in seconds.

"Stop!" I cried out desperately.

"What's wrong?" Emily looked worried.

"It's too much, you're going to make me cum!"

"That's good, I want you to cum in my mouth."

My cock twitched in her hands at this. I reached down and grasped her arms to ease Emily to her feet. "I'm usually a once a night man, so I want to save it until I've done something for you."

I kissed her again, and as our tongues danced, I reached down and pulled her thong down over her bum. Emily had put her panties on over her stockings because as I moved the fabric out of her perfect arse, they slid down her legs to the floor. I reached around and using skills honed over the last 30 years, unhooked her bra in one smooth movement.

This time it was me breaking the kiss and I stood back to look at her. Emily had always said that her boobs were her best feature, and although I would vote for her face, they were magnificent, firm and high with only a few thin white lines from where they must have grown during her three pregnancies. Her nipples were incredible, with pale pink areola and tips that looked to be more than an inch long.

I had already admired her stomach so my eyes slid down to her groin, noting the curve of her mound with the hint of her lips between her partially opened legs.

"You've shaved." I said.

"I remember you saying you liked it that way."

"I do, but I would happily munch through a seventies style bush to be with you, Emily!"

"You old romantic!"

I pushed her towards the bed, and she fell back onto it, sliding up the bed so her head was lying on the pillows. Her legs were open and I could see moisture shining on her inner thighs.

I slid onto the bed catching my erection on the edge and paused with my head between her thighs. Emily's vagina looked engorged from her arousal, I moved a finger and ran it along her; she was soaking and her lips opened at my touch, I moved to the top of her slit feeling her clitoris which appeared much larger than Rachel's. I drew my finger to my mouth and tasted her.

"You taste delicious."

"There's plenty more where that came from!". Emily leaned forwards and, putting her hands on the back of my head, pushed me down to her.

I went to town on Emily's pussy using all the tricks I had learned with Rachel and my previous sexual partners. Emily was really responsive and I could tell from her moans and the involuntary movements of her legs and groin exactly what turned her on most. My mind also flittered to our chat conversations and the recording of her and Mark, to help me to satisfy her.

I had three fingers in her sopping wet pussy, with my little finger slid up her arse, while my tongue teased her clitoris. Her hips rocked back and forward in time with the thrusting of my fingers, and she panted as if she was running a race.

"Stop please!" Emily called desperately.

I froze, had I been too rough and hurt her. "Why?"

"I might squirt and I don't want it to go on your face."

I laughed and leaned in to kiss her clitoris, "If you squirted on me, you'd make me the happiest man alive."

"You really don't mind."

"I would love it." I dived back in, my fingers returning to her pussy and her arse, and my tongue dancing across her clit.

"Oh yes, yes, fucking yes!" Emily's hips rocked even harder and her hands moved from playing with her nipples to holding my face against her pussy, as liquid splashed across me.

I wiped my eyes and looked up at Emily from between her legs. "You seem to have made a bit of a mess!" I said grinning like the cat that had gotten the cream.

"I'm so sorry!" Emily's face was red, although whether that was from arousal or embarrassment I couldn't tell, her chest rose and fell, as she caught her breath, bringing her nipples into my eye line.

I moved up the bed so my face was next to hers with my body positioned between her legs and kissed her. "How do you taste?" I asked when I came up for air.

"I'd rather taste you."

"Later."

I slid my cock into Emily's pussy. I had feared that I wouldn't feel very much because she was so wet, and I had just had three of my fingers in her, but she clearly had incredible pelvic floors because her muscles clamped around my penis like a vice. I started to move within her and looked into her eyes, as she stared back at me. It was so intimate and to be finally making love to Emily after all these years, felt a bit overwhelming.

"I love you Emily."

"I love you Alex."

"I can't believe we're finally doing this."

"I know, I used to dream about being with you."

"I didn't dare to dream, but I fantasised. I don't know how much cum I've spilled over the fantasy version of Emily."

"And now you get to do it for real. Your dick feels incredible inside me."

"Your pussy feels incredible around me. Your muscles are like iron."

"Pelvic floor exercises."

"I'll have to pass on my thanks to your gynecologist!"

Emily giggled, which set me off, and we stopped moving for a while just holding each other and kissing and laughing. Then Emily tightened her muscles in a rhythm as if she was willing me to start making love to her again. I started taking some long slow strokes, pushing into her and then pulling back so only the tip remained inside her before thrusting deep again. Emily's hand wandered down across her body and she started to play with her clitoris, while my lips went to her nipples, teasing them to full length. Emily's moans got louder at this and I felt her fingers speed up as she masturbated herself. I took the hint and quickened the pace of my thrusting.

I had never been so excited in my whole life, the scent of Emily's body, the sound of her cries, the movement of her under me, the sensation of my cock in her pussy, I wanted to last until she had orgasmed again, but as I sensed her getting closer the shared excitement took me nearer to climax, in desperation to hold back, I started listing the names of England's 1966 World Cup winning football team in my mind. This did the trick and I had reached Martin Peters when I felt Emily's cunt muscles spasming around my cock and heard her cry out, "Oh you fuck me so good, Alex!"

I slowed my pace, letting her coast down from her orgasm, before resuming my thrusting. "Stop Alex, it's too intense! " she said.

I withdrew my cock, it was still rock hard and dripping from Emily's moisture. "You haven't come yet, have you?" she asked.

"Not yet, but it was a close run thing!" I admitted with a smile.

"Let me see what I can do about that."

Emily moved so she was on her hands and knees, I looked at her breasts hanging down, and then along the lines of her body at the suspender straps straining over her perfect arse, and her legs sheathed in her stockings. Emily grabbed my cock again and put it back in her mouth, sucking on it hard and then moving back and looking up at me with her gorgeous blue eyes. "Are you ready for this?" she asked.

I nodded.

She smiled and opened her mouth, taking the tip of my cock in and sliding down and down until her lips were around the base of my cock.

"Fucking hell!" I had never felt anything like it.

Emily's mouth moved up my cock and then back down to the base. There was something incredible about it, more than the feeling of the blow job itself, just knowing that my dream girl was taking all of me in her mouth. I started to get close again and naming sports teams wasn't going to hold back the tide this time.

"I'm going to cum!" I called out.

Emily made a strange noise in the back of her throat and her head kept bobbing.

"Oh yes, here it is!"

Emily's face shot back just in time for my first spurt to splat across her cheek. The second shot up and landed in her hair, luckily she had closed her eyes because the third went across her nose and eyelid, she then went forward and my remaining spurts went into her mouth. After my cock had stopped firing, she moved her head back and used her tongue to clean around my shaft, before going up on her knees so her face was level with mine and kissing me. Our tongues swapped juices again and we tasted each other, it was so fucking hot. I moved my mouth to Emily's cheek and licked some of my jism, putting it into her mouth with my tongue.

"I love the taste of you." She murmured.

I looked at Emily's face, by any objective standard she looked a mess, her hair and face covered in my spunk, her mascara had run down her cheeks, one eye was gummed shut by my cum, but I had never seen anything more beautiful in my life. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her into me, loving the feel of her body against mine. We were just so right together. I felt so happy and so relaxed that the next thing I knew I was asleep, with Emily still clasped in my arms.