Sweet Ginger Taco

This is how we met (again). An intimate cocktail-party fundraiser for a hometown historical society. Jack spied her from across the room. Tall. Very tall. Shoulder length red hair, freckled face (in fact, freckles everywhere). Fit. Trim. She wore flowing black pants, open toe black, classic heels and a black long sleeve top with a meshy see-through V that exposed just enough of her B-cup cleavage. She looked elegant, sophisticated and dressed sexy as hell. About 28 or 30 years old. Jack would later say she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And at this moment he needed to meet her. Jack employed the help of a friend. “Mrs.Garinger,” he asked, “do you know that lovely woman is just over my shoulder back there with the red hair?” Jack had barely finished his inquiry when from behind him came a silky voice. “Jack Hamilton, is that you?” It was the tall red-head. Jack turned on his heel and caught, for the first time, that the tall, slim, fit and elegantly dressed red-head had piercing blue, mesmerizing eyes. “And you are?” Jack replied extending a hand. She didn’t answer directly, but took and held his hand briefly with both of hers. “We have a mutual friend who told me you’d be here and asked me to say hello. Emma Reid from high school says ‘hello.’” “There’s a blast from the past,” Jack said. “Wow!!” “You remember her?” “Of course I do,” said Jack. “really sweet, wicked sense of humor and was crazy smart. Other kids teased her because, looking back, I guess she was an awkward teenager. Wow,” Jack said. “I really liked her, please say hello for me.” “You just did.” Jack was confused. “I just did what?” Jack asked. “Said ‘hello’. It’s me. Emma.” “Emma?” Jack asked, “Nnoooo,” he added in disbelief “I’m. I’m speechless. You are stunning,” Jack said. Jack and Emma hugged.

“You look fantastic, yourself,” Emma volunteered and smiled. The two caught up on the years gone by. Neither was married, nor dating. Emma became and engineer and Jack a lawyer. They reminisced. Connected. Flirted. And both were unwillingly to let the evening end. “Do you have to get straight home?” Jack asked. “Continue over coffee?” “Sure,” Emma said quickly. “You can follow me to my house, I make a mean cup of joe. I’m only 15 minutes away.” The fundraiser ending, Emma and Jack departed. Jack escorted Emma to her car, and they left for her home. Alone in the car, Emma immediately got on her phone and called her friend Ashleigh. “Ash?!!,” Emma exclaimed, practically shrieking, “Oh my god, he was there and we gabbed the entire evening and now he’s following me back to my house for coffee.” “I told you,” Ashleigh said. “and isn’t he good looking? “Yes, Yes you were right,” Emma shot back. “Now don’t fuck it up,” Ashleigh demanded. “And whatever you do you cannot have sex with him tonight!” Emma and Jack had coffee and talked. And talked some more. And even more. Until 5:30 in the morning. And with the sun rising, Jack thought it best to leave, but asked to have dinner with Emma after getting some rest. Zoom head four weeks and after more than a dozen dates –lots of dinners, movies, walks. Emma invites Jack to her home for dinner. Jack arrives with flowers. Emma arrives at the door dressed exotically in this http://kikidm.com/lingerie/bodysuits/backless-bodysuit-c388b5.html There was no dinner. Emma grabbed the flowers, sniffed the bouquet and dropped them to the floor. She embraced Jack in a passionate kiss. At first stunned, Jack did not kiss back, but then darted his tongue in her warm, inviting mouth and allowed his hand to wander down her back to her firm ass. “What’s for dinner?” he was barely able to say between deep kisses and nibbling Emmas’ neck. “Sweet Ginger Taco,” Emma deadpanned. “Jack,” Emma said looking him in the eyes, “ you’re going to lick my pussy … then we’re going to fuck. And then we going to take a rest and fuck some more and after that we’re going to make love.” Emma opened Jack’s pants, reached to grab hold of his engorged, stiff penis, and led him from the closed front door toward the upstairs bedroom. Jack had dreamed of this moment since he first cast eyes on Emma… Laying Emma back on the bed, undressing her, finally able to feel her long legs next to his.

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From the first day I saw Emma I wanted to be with her. I liked looking at her. Her eyes, her freckles, her great ass, beautiful breasts, legs, the whole package. Thinking about her made me hard and horney. And now we were about to fuck. Hard. Just looking at her long thin French manicured hand wrapped around my raging boner made we want to explode. And the thought of finally getting my tongue and mouth on her beautiful pussy was almost too much to take. We entered the bedroom fell onto the bed in a tangled heap, Emma clawing at my pants and cock and I unsnapping her body suit between her legs and pulling it off. I took her beautifully symmetrical left breast in my hand and sucked on the nipple of her other, straddling her, looking down at her flat, freckled stomach. “Well,” Emma, catching her breath asked, “when are you going to kiss my pussy?” I moved back to her mouth, kissing her and darting my tongue deeply into her mouth… consuming her tongue and sucking it. “Kiss me,” I said, “the way you want me to lick your pussy.” Emma grasped and stroked my cock even faster and firmer and began to pull my member toward her pussy. “Just fuck me, Jack! Fuck me.” And I did, parting the soft lips of her swollen pussy with the head of my cock and sliding inside of her. I came.

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