Emmy And Me

I was sitting at my desk, thinking about what I was likely to find with the site inspections, good and bad, wondering who were going to be the ones (if any) that were going to get fired as a result of this sort of internal audit.

Logging out of the company’s system, I checked my personal email. There a new one from an address I didn’t recognize, but hadn’t gotten blocked by the spam filter.

The subject was, “So, looking for a good time?” which I would totally have deleted without reading, but the email address was ‘[email protected]’ and that seemed unlikely to be some kind of dating app spam.

“My boy Zeke gave me your address,” the email began. “He says he bumped into you on Topanga, and you asked about locals-only roads and wanted to find somebody to show you around. Can you meet at the same place you met Zeke at nine tomorrow morning? PS: Pix of the GT-R or GTFO".

The sheer absurdity of the posturing convinced me the guy was ether a complete tool, or had a sense of humor. The line about the GT-R shots tipped it in favor of humor, so I replied.

“Trakjunki, I can meet you there at nine. I’ll be in an orange Aston. What will you be wearing? PS: Here’s a teaser of the GT-R. No full-frontal until we get to know each other better.”

I attached a picture of the rear quarter panel and wing, cropped from a photo taken at Laguna Seca a few months before.

I was still chuckling about the email exchange when Jake knocked on my doorframe and came in.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m good,” I said, shutting my laptop and dropping it into my briefcase. I grabbed a pen and notepad from the desk, and off we went.

We wound up looking at nearly ten units that day, so I got a good start on my survey of how we fit in the local market. Jake and I did a fair amount of talking, too, so I got a much better feeling for him as a person at the same time. I think that helped a lot, since we both had incorrect assumptions about the other coming in. All in all, it was a good day as far as information-gathering is considered.

We stopped for a late-ish lunch at a taco shop Jake liked, and while we waited for the food I checked my personal email.

I’d gotten a response from trakjunki, saying, “Sexxxy GT-R. Can’t wait to see it in person. In the meanwhile, I’ll be in a 458, in red, of course. C U there!

I laughed as I shot a quick response back. “How will I be able to tell you from all the other red 458s?”

“Something funny?” asked Jake, looking up from his phone.

“Well, it’s sort of like a blind date,” I said. “I’m supposed to meet a guy who’s going to show me around the Malibu hills tomorrow morning, and he seems like a real joker.”

“You don’t know the guy?”

“Never met him, don’t even know his real name. He’s just some car guy that some other car guy suggested might be able to show me some good roads, that’s all.”

“Well, be careful,” Jake replied. “Some of those roads are amazingly remote, for being right next to town.”

I bought some roses from a vendor at the freeway on-ramp on my commute back to the apartment.

Pulling into the parking garage, I saw a brand-new X6-M in an amazing metallic aqua color parked in our second spot, with BMW of Temecula paper temporary plates. I took a minute to look it over, checking the differences from our older car. I liked the aqua exterior and grey interior colors a lot more than the older one’s black on black, and generally I thought the styling was good.

Pleased that Emmy had gotten herself the new car, I grabbed the bouquet and the shopping bag with the shoes and took them up to our new home.

I found Emmy unpacking some of the boxes in our bedroom.

“Hey, babe,” I said, holding out the roses.

“Oh, Leah,” Emmy said, taking the flowers and tip-toeing in for a kiss. “Thank you!”

“I saw your new car,” I said, following her to the kitchen. “I like the color.”

“I had them deliver it this morning,” Emmy said. “And look! I went grocery shopping!” she said, opening the fridge to show me how full it was. She then gave a funny frown. “When I came back with the shopping, Lacy told me that the building has concierge shopping service and all we need to do is give them our list.”

“Lacy?” I asked.

“Our next door neighbor,” Emmy informed me. Somehow I was not at all surprised Emmy was already making friends in the building we’d lived in a grand total of half a week.

“I got you another present,” I said.

“What is it?” Emmy demanded, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

“Well, I actually got presents for both of us,” I said, pulling the big shopping bag out from where I’d sort-of hidden it. I handed Emmy the box with the oxblood boots, and took mine with the black boots over to the couch to try them on.

“Oh! I love them!” Emmy exclaimed when she opened the box. “They are so… so very- is ‘butch’ the right word?”

“‘Butch’ is the perfect word, Em,” I said with a laugh as we both struggled to get our new boots on.

“The sales girl- who said she loves your music, by the way- gave me an instruction sheet on how to break them in quickly, and some conditioner to use to make the process quicker,” I explained.

“She loves my music? How did she know these were for me?” Emmy asked, puzzled.

“I guess she recognized me as your wife, babe. You know I’m in at least half your red carpet shots in magazines and web sites, right?” I said, lacing the boots up nice and tight.

Emmy had hers all done up by this point and was clomping around the apartment in them, admiring her big, stompy boots. I was busy admiring how damned cute she was in her little shoulderless sun dress and purple Doc Martens, the contrast being just too adorable for words. Unable to help myself, I whipped out my phone and snapped a bunch of pics. When Emmy realized I was taking her photo, she posed for me, all cute and flirty.

“I know I suggested we go down to the pool for a while this evening, but how about we just skip all that and get straight to the sex?” I asked, hopefully.

“No!” Emmy repied. “You promised I would get to see you in your bikini!” she said, her hands on her hips. “First the swimming pool, then the sex!”

How could I possibly say no to that?

“All right,” I agreed, pretending I was making a big concession. “But I want you to wear that little black bikini you got back in high school.”

“Then you must wear that blue one we bought in Key West!” Emmy demanded with a smile.

I took a big breath, sighing on the exhale. “If I must,” I said, my shoulders slumping.

“Yes! You must!” Emmy insisted, stamping her foot.

That late in the afternoon it was easy enough to find a shady chaise for Emmy to relax on, while I positioned mine to catch the last of the sun. A waiter approached us minutes after we settled down.

“Can I get you ladies anything?” He asked. “Would you like to see our menu?”

“Yes, please,” Emmy said, leaning back. “A drink menu, too, if you would.”

“Of course,” said the guy, who then disappeared, presumably to get the menus.

“I didn’t know they had food poolside,” I said.

“Lacy told me all about it today,” Emmy said.

“How long did you talk to her today?” I asked, surprised.

“We had lunch together,” Emmy said.

Shaking my head at Emmy’s ability to make friends at the drop of a hat, I said, “So no work with Lee today?”

“No, not today,” Emmy replied. “I had too many things to do.”

Just then the waiter came back with the menus. The food items weren’t all that appealing to me, so I went with the Caesar’s salad while Emmy chose a grilled chicken sandwich. We had the house sangria to drink, which was a perfect way to enjoy the warm evening by the pool.

A few others were either lounging poolside or actively swimming, but all in all it was pretty low-key, which suited me just fine. Emmy and I swam or hot tubbed it every now and then, but mostly just relaxed in the lounge chairs and enjoyed each other’s company.

After a couple of hours we left the pool to go back up to our apartment for our post-swimming activities.

“What are you thinking about?” Emmy asked in the elevator. “You seem distracted.”

“Sorry, Em,” I replied, giving her hand a squeeze. “Just some work stuff.”

“Is there any way I can help you?” she asked, concerned.

“No, not really,” I said. “Just some concerns I have about the Santa Monica office, and how things are run. I think I’m gonna have to shake things up a bit, that’s all.”

“I am certain that you will do the right thing. You always do,” Emmy replied, rising up on her tiptoes to give me a kiss.

Emmy tossed off her robe the instant we walked in the door of our new place, so I reached out and caught her around her waist.

“Wha-” Emmy said, then realizing quickly that I’d untied her top and was pulling it off her with my other hand.

“You are simply insatiable!” Emmy cried, pretending to struggle, while slipping off her bikini bottom at the same time.

I pulled her against my body, her back to my front. I held her in place with one arm around her waist and another across the top of her shoulders, resting on her collarbones. I leaned in to nibble on her earlobe when she glanced up at the big mirror facing the front door and realized I was watching her reflection.

“This is not fair!” Emmy said, squirming.

“What do you mean, babe?" I asked, nuzzling behind her ear.

I’d distracted her enough that it took her a moment to respond. “It is not fair that I am the only one who is nude! You must take off your clothes, too!” she said, squirming helplessly in my grasp. Of course, I wasn’t actually holding her all that tightly at all, but then, she wasn’t actually trying to get away, either.

“Nope,” I said. “I’m just gonna enjoy the sight of your beautiful body.”

“So I am yours to play with? Must I do your bidding?” Emmy demanded, still play-struggling.

“Yes,” I said, breathing into her ear. “You must do my bidding.”

Sighing with resignation, Emmy repeated my line from earlier. “If I must,” she said.

“Yes, you must,” I growled into her long, elegant dancer’s neck.

I let her go, and she spun around to face me. “What must I do to satisfy your carnal desires?” Emmy asked, posing with one hand on her hip and her other held out, elbow down, palm upraised. It was an odd stance, but elegant and obviously practiced.

“First off, no clothes for the rest of the night. I want to see you in all your glory,” I said, my eyes wandering up and down her slender, charcoal-black figure.

“You have already seen to that,” Emmy said, pointing at where her bikini lay on the marble floor.

I stepped forward and pulled her against me again, drawing her in for a kiss. Our lips met, then parted, and Emmy’s tongue slid gently past my teeth. Our tongues didn’t wrestle for dominance, no, they played with each other, gently touching, tips sliding around and past each other. We stayed like that, Emmy’s arms wrapped around my shoulders and mine around her waist, simply kissing each other for a very long while, but neither of us really noticing the time pass.

Eventually we parted, and Emmy asked, “Are you still hungry?”

“Hungry for you,” I said in my beast voice, deep and growly.

“No, you silly monster,” Emmy said, walking into the kitchen. I followed her and watched as she opened the refrigerator, then bent at the waist to look for something.

Sure, that was what she was doing- checking the fridge, while keeping her legs straight, her hips rotated forward and her upper body low. It was only accidental that this provided me with a perfect view of her perfect little innie pussy, wasn’t it?

I stepped up right behind her and put my hands on her hips, then dropped to my knees and leaned forward, gently putting my teeth on the lower curve of one of her butt cheeks. I then did it to the other side, which got an encouraging moan from Emmy, who was still leaning into the cold air from the fridge.

After planting a soft, gentle kiss on her pussy, I stood up and let her go.

“What? No!” Emmy complained, standing up straight. “You are so mean!”

I gave her a light slap on the butt and said, “You know what? I could use one of those Perriers.”

“Oh- you!” Emmy exclaimed, but handed me the sparkling water anyway.

“Thanks, babe,” I said, twisting the top off as I walked away.

“You are so mean!”

Turning to face her, I shrugged and said, “I was thirsty.”

“Yes, well, I am horny!” Emmy said, her hands on her hips in an exaggerated angry pose.

“As soon as I’m done with this,” I said, holding up the bottle, “I’ll take care of that for you,” I said, taking another long, slow drag from the bottle of mineral water.

“Hurry up! Drink faster!” Emmy ordered.

I took another slow sip, smiling. “Make me,” I said.

Her eyes flaring wide with mock anger, she rushed at me sort of slowly, giving me time to set my bottle down before she leapt up onto me, wrapping her legs around my hips and her arms around my shoulders.

“Sex! Now!”

I made a show of staggering back to fall onto the big dark gray sectional sofa, Emmy on top of me.

“I have you now!” she crowed as she straddled my belly. “You are mine!” Grabbing my wrists, she pinned them above my head, which put her boobs right in my face- exactly where I wanted them.

“Om nom nom,” I said as I took first one breast into my mouth, than the other, making exaggerated suckling noises as I did so.

“Hey!” Emmy complained. “Do it right!”

I pulled my arms down, despite Emmy trying to hold them in place. Wrapping her up, I drew her chest down, and lavished the attention Emmy demanded on first one nipple, then the other, mixing the gentle bites that I knew really got her worked up in with the more gentle tongue flicks and swirls.

Emmy’s breathing grew heavy as she started to fidget, then writhe with more vigor in my arms. I wasn’t about to let her go until I was good and ready, and believe me- I was taking my time.

Eventually I had mercy on Emmy and flipped the two of us over, so she was lying on her back on the sectional and I was above her. I sat up straight, admiring Emmy’s slender form as she breathed heavily, trying to recover from the onslaught I’d waged on her sensitive breasts.

I sat there, towering above her, just watching the hypnotic way her chest rose and fell with every breath, hardly noticing that she’d recuperated and was now watching me watching her.

“Leah,” she said, her voice gentle. “I love you ever so much.”

“I love you, too, Em. So much it makes my chest hurt sometimes,” I told her.

“Let me make love to you,” Emmy said. “I want to make you feel as good as you do to me.”

“You always make me feel good, baby,” I said, as I helped Emmy untie my kimono.

“I want to see you,” Emmy said. “I always want to see you.”

“What do you mean?” I asked as I stood up to ditch the bikini bottoms.

“You are so amazing, so… statuesque. It takes my breath away every time I see you in all your glory,” Emmy said. “No, do not sit down,” she added, as she sat up straight. “I just want to look at you. Please, let me enjoy the view.”

I felt ridiculously self-conscious about it, but I struck a few poses for Emmy, much to her delight. She really got into it, and started directing my posing. At first, they were all just your typical fitness model poses, highlighting my back muscles, my shoulders, my abs, or my legs. After a while, though, the poses grew sexier and more and more compromising.

I could see the effect it was having on Emmy, and enjoyed watching her squirming uncomfortably, with her legs clamped shut and her hands clutching at the material of the couch. She was desperately turned on, but didn’t want me to bring her to release, since that would mean the end of the show I was putting on for her.

Finally Emmy couldn’t take it any longer and her hand slipped between her thighs when she thought I wasn’t looking, and within moments her eyes were shut tight and her fingers were hard at work rubbing her little pearl like it was a genie’s lamp and she wanted her three wishes.

I scooped her up off the couch, eliciting a shriek of surprise as I hoisted her lean body into the air. I flipped her upside down and drew her up, jamming my face between her legs as Emmy realized what I was doing and opened them up for me. She rested the tops of her thighs on my shoulders and wrapped her arms around my waist as I dove in, spending no time on gentle foreplay. Our height difference was too great for Emmy to do any more than kiss me right above my pubic mound, but that didn’t matter. This was all about sending Emmy into a mind-blowing orgasm.

I licked her folds, swirled her little nubbin, and jammed my tongue deep inside and in just a few brief moments Emmy was gasping, panting and shuddering her climax.

I gently lowered her back onto the couch to recover.

“You are a brute,” Emmy said once she caught her breath. “You are my brute. My beautiful brute.”

“And you are my beautiful little sex toy,” I said, sitting her up on the couch and pulling her legs forward so I could kneel in between them. I leaned in for a kiss, Emmy responding eagerly.

When we parted, I said, “You are the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life.”