1. Emma's Stalker


    Date: 3/15/2019, Categories: Straight Sex Author: edgiver83, Source: LushStories

    Later Emma would consider how the timing of his call could not have been better. That everything was geared to happen they way it did. In any other situation, she could easily have slammed the door on his suggestion and thought no more about it. But, as she was to see, everything in the circumstances was set right. First, she hadn’t had a man for just over a year, when her husband had gone off with a young bimbo, just over half her own age of 38. No hand, other than her own had stroked between her thighs for too long. She’d had dates with three men, but none had aroused her enough to allow them any liberties with her body. Sexual frustration, was not infrequent, but seemed to come in waves, and on that particular evening it was on a very high wave. She had languished in a hot bath, deliciously squeezing the wet sponge between her thighs. Wishing that the cosy sensation was something more, she climbed out of the bath and rubbed herself dry. Clean and refreshed, but not relieved, she had donned her thin silken gown, so sensuous against her bare skin, poured herself a liberal white wine, and tried to read her book. She’d taken just two sips of wine when the door-bell rang. Five past eight on a rapidly darkening September evening, and she had to wonder who could be calling at this time. She knew her best friend Joy, was in London with her husband, so it couldn’t be her. Just a little nervous, she went out into the hall, and saw through the frosted glass of the front door, the ...
     unmistakable shape of a tall man. Her nervousness hadn’t lessened but her curiosity was wearing it away. She switched on the porch light before slowly, cautiously opening the door, even while her eyes were trying to identify him, he, in a deep brown voice, told her, “Yes, please keep the door fastened on the chain until I’ve said what I have to say. And, of course, you have the option to close it at any time.” While he was making his unusual introduction, her eyes viewed his muscular looking frame, covered in a light weight jacket, and thin fawn cotton pants. But his face, she knew from somewhere. There was something familiar about the depth of the blue eyes, set in a strong handsome face, something that had caught her attention somewhere. Clutching her robe tight to her neck she asked, “Why are you here?” His smile was warm, and already she was warning herself to be cautious. His answer to her question was not one she had expected. “I suppose you could say, in one sense, I’m a stalker.” “Stalking me?” She should be scared, shouldn’t she? So, why wasn’t she? “On another level, I would suggest that my only wish is to pleasure you.” Oh, that was it! No thanks, and she began to close the door. He leaned forward, and the light reflected in those eyes, “Please, hear me out, and if you aren’t interested then I’ll just leave. And no hard feelings. Okay?” She allowed the door to reopen to the extent of the chain, “Go on,” she said, something had opened in the back of her mind, a recall ...
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