Throughout my time dating “Lisa,” I got to know her friends and family very well, as if they were mine too. She had a handful of hot friends but nobody compared to “Emma.”
I remember the day I met Emma. Lisa and I were spending the day at the beach with her family and we arrived in the early afternoon. We planted our stuff in the sand next to everyone else’s, undressed to our bathing suits and waded into the ocean. Out maybe 50 feet in front of us, I noticed a bikini clad goddess yelling waving at Lisa.
“Lisa, Lisa!” She shouted over the waist high waves as they crashed onto us, nearly knocking Lisa over. We waded further into the ocean and the girl doggy paddled her way towards us. She rode a wave until it broke at our feet and stood up, using both hands to clear her hair from her face. Just a couple feet from Lisa and I stood a tan skinned dark haired 5’6″ curvy figure standing in knee high water wearing a navy blue bikini that flattered her B cups and spectacularly round ass.
“Emma, this is my boyfriend Mike,” my then girlfriend said. “Mike, this is my cousin Emma.”
*Please don’t stare, please don’t stare!* I thought to myself as I said, “Hi Emma, nice to meet you,” amicably shaking the bathing beauty’s hand.
“Hey Mike, I’ve heard *all* about you!!!” She let out in a bubbly voice.
***
That night, I did something I knew I shouldn’t have done. I went to my girlfriend’s Instagram account and searched for Emma. Public account. Fuck. Then I did something I really shouldn’t have done: I watched her story, which consisted of eight consecutive slides of videos showing her bikini laying on the beach and selfies in the bathroom mirror still wearing the bikini. And then I scrolled down her page and stared at every single picture of her in gym clothes, sexy nightclub dresses and swimsuits.
***
I became friendly with Emma in the months that followed. We became Facebook friends (where I further admired pictures that didn’t make the cut for Instagram), talked during family functions and I texted her regularly while planning a birthday party for Lisa. Every time I saw her, I had to consciously avoid staring at her. She was always wearing a different outfit that offered a new perspective of her magnificent body. Ugh, her curves were perfect. She was your typical “Instagram model” type and she knew it.
About a year after meeting her that day at the beach, I heard the doorbell at Lisa’s house. A couple other cousins were over on a random Friday night. Lisa asked me to get the door, so I scurried to the front door and quickly identified the new guest as Emma.
“Hi Emma!” I politely greeted her as I swung the door open.
“Hi hi, Mikey!” She pecked me cheek as she walked in. It took every ounce of me to not stare at her perfect breasts nearly popping out of her skin tight spaghetti strap red dress and just as much effort to not admire her absurdly round ass shaking as she walked past me. And I failed at both of those tasks.
I ended up sitting next to Emma as we sipped mixed drinks on Lisa’s couch as the night unfolded. I shifted myself on the couch at one point and my hand landed right on Emma’s hand. I turned to her and we both laughed it off as she adjusted the bottom of her dress, which rested over her crossed legs. There was something about the way she was looking at me. I was attracted to her every time I saw her but she was intently glaring into my eyes, seducing me instantaneously at that moment. I was eye-fucking my girlfriend’s cousin on the couch less than five feet from my girlfriend. I knew I had to snap out of it.
An hour passes. I run upstairs to use the restroom. I knock on the door and after three seconds of quiet, I turn the knob and open the door.
“Oh shit, I’m so sorry!” I exclaim as I spot Emma dropping a black thong to the floor and lifting her dress. She doesn’t flinch at all.
“It’s ok, it’s my fault, I should have locked the door, oops!” She playfully replies, as if she was teasing me. She covered her mouth with both hands and half smiled. I embarrassingly backed up and closed the door.
After my trip to the restroom, I noticed Emma alone in the kitchen mixing Vodka in a cup with cranberry juice. I nervously approached her.
“Emma, I’m so so sorry for that!” I admitted in shame, still taking the opportunity to admire the gorgeous piece of ass a few feet away. Emma rapidly spun around.
“Haha, you didn’t do it on purpose!” She giggled. “Come here, take a shot with me.” She fixed us both a hint of Vodka and we downed them. “Can you do me a quick favor?”
“Of course!”
“Can you fix the right strap on the back of my dress?” She asked, pulling her hair in front of her and pointing to her right shoulder.
“Sure,” I said, stepping towards her and leaning over her. It had gotten tangled and I straightened it for her.
“Thanks, you’re the best!” She turned and embraced me in a hug. I felt her leg press up against me. Oh no. Shit. She felt my boner. She giggled again and raised an eyebrow, winking at me.
***
Emma was one of the last to leave that night. As she came down from the bathroom and walked out the door, she gave me a subtle smirk that Lisa never noticed. I helped Lisa clean up and then prepared to head home myself.
“Oh shit,” Lisa said, frantically checking her phone. “Emma said she forgot her contacts upstairs.” My heart skipped a beat. “Hmm. Babe, can I ask you a massive favor?”
“Of course babe, what is it?” I diplomatically replied.
“Can you bring them over to Emma’s? She thinks they’re in the bathroom. I froze momentarily but agreed. I wished Lisa a goodnight and drove about fifteen minutes to Emma’s parents’ house.
I parked outside and immediately noticed the foyer light turn on. Not five seconds later, the door opened. I walked up to the door holding the contacts in their case. Then I could not believe my sight. Emma emerged from behind the door wearing nothing but a white towel. Her hair was soaked, just as it was at the beach that day and the towel still exposed a fair bit of cleavage and most of her toned legs.
“Oh Mike, you’re the best, thank you so much!” Emma took the contacts and threw herself into my arms. And she hugged, and hugged. It was by far the longest hug I ever had with her to date. She backed off when suddenly, “oh oops!” Her towel slipped down her body. She caught it and adjusted it but not before I caught a glimpse of those perky B cups fresh out of the shower. She caught me dead in the eye after I saw her.
“We’re quite the blooper reel tonight, huh?” I poked fun at the situation, causing her to crack up in a blatant exaggerated laugh.
Then came in the awkward silence. You know when you’re face to face with a smoking hot girl and you want to do something about it? Now add to that the fact that this was my girlfriend’s cousin and you have an extremely uncomfortable situation.
“Hey Mike, can I make you coffee or something before you go? I know you have a long drive home!” She said in a playful manner. I paused, knowing I should say no but before I could, Emma said, “come on, come in!” She reached for my arm and led me inside.
I waited for Emma at the edge of the kitchen, occasionally admiring her body through the towel. My mind drifted off and I began fantasizing about my girlfriend’s sexy cousin. I felt awful but I couldn’t fight the though of that towel falling to the floor. I mean, at this point I had practically seen her naked already!
“Mike!” Emma turned and spotted a bulge in my pants as she turned around. She caught me, hand over my pants. This was it, I was done. Fuck!
“Emma, I-I…” I started to say before Emma placed a finger over my lips.
“Do you think I’m hot?” She asked, backing up a step. I flinched. How could I possibly answer that?! “Seriously, do you?” I pondered this critical moment of my life but was unable to say anything before Emma continued. “It’s ok if you do, Mike. I think you’re hot.” She scanned me up and down, adjusting her towel and stepping towards me. My level of shock spiked exponentially further in the moments that ensued.
She knelt in front of me and began loosening my belt. She unzipped my jeans and tugged them to my knees, revealing my boxers.
“Emma, what the fuck are you doing?” I whispered in a panic, looking around the house.
“Relax, Mike, nobody’s home and we both know you want this.” She calmly said.
“Emma! We can’t do this,” I cried, as her fingers tucked into my boxers.
“Am I wrong?” She replied. “Do you not think I’m hot?”
“I… I mean, I…”
“It’s ok, Mike, I think you’re a very sexy man. Lisa is lucky!” She sent her hand up under my shirt and caressed my chest. She then pulled my boxers down to meet my jeans at my knees and instantly wrapped her hand around my swelling cock. “Can I?” She leaned her mouth over it.
“Yes.” I was in disbelief as my girlfriend’s hot cousin guided my throbbing cock into her mouth, sucking on it and rubbing the top of my shaft in the process. I threw my head back in pleasure and then stared at her working her magic. Her touch was firm, yet seductive. Her mouth felt intoxicating as her tongue navigated me in her mouth, sending me further in. Her head rocked back and forth, begging my cock to force its way down her throat. I moaned, grabbing her hair and shoving myself deeper into her mouth. She released me after a minute and holding it in both hands, she spit it on it, massaging me slowly back and forth.
“Do you want to fuck me?” She asked, my cock throbbing in her hands.
“Y-yes,” I whimpered. She sucked on my tip for a minute and then stood up, dropping her towel on the floor. She squeezed her tits together and slowly walked to her couch, pointing for me to join her. She laid on her back and sprawled her legs apart. I pulled my shirt over my head and planted myself between her wide open legs, admiring her fit curves in front of us. I guided my hands up and down Emma’s legs and to her surprise, I lowered my head.
“Oh fuck!” She yelled as she felt my tongue graze her freshly shaven clit. “Fuck, fuck fuck!” She squeezed her tits together as my tongue traced around her opening. I carefully slid a finger until I felt her soaked she was, then added another finger. She nearly screamed as my two fingers wiggled their way into her. I leaned in, skimming my teeth on her inner leg and kissing it before swirling my tongue around her clit. My fingers jerked upwards in her tight opening, drenched with her wetness. I felt around, sliding my fingers further into her in search of her G spot and simultaneously pressed my tongue over her clit. Her body shook as I licked her clit. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and buried my head between her legs. She placed her feet on my back and clenched the couch pillows. My fingers shoved further in and out of her at high speeds as my tongue swirled her clit. I repeated this until she couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck me now, Mike!”
I sat up and towered over her stunning body, lowering my full seven inches into her wet opening. I slid in between her tight walls effortlessly. The tightness and wet had my cock overwhelmed with pleasure from the first trip deep into her. I placed my hands on her tits and thrusted into her using my hips. She matched my movements and I rocked her in and out, back and forth, burying myself deeper into her. She was a non-stop soundtrack of moans, screams and “oh fucks” as I thrusted in her time after time. I leaned my body over her, picking up speed and finally meeting our lips together. I felt our bodies touching entirely as I plunged deep into her.
We had instant chemistry and mutual attraction for each other, which made each thrust more intense than the last. Her moaning turned me on even further and I knew I wouldn’t last long. “Flip over,” I instructed. She obeyed and shoved my incredible ass in my direction. I reached for her clit and stimulated her moan again. My cock gracefully entered her again and then I started plowing into her, causing her ass to jiggle repeatedly.
“Spank me,” she cried between moans, reaching for her clit. She arched her back, further extending her ass towards me. I wound up and smacked her ass, which I think might still be jiggling from it. She yelped and nearly collapsed on the couch. I smacked her ass again, and again, and again. I reached over her, grabbing her damp hair and pulling it towards me as I shoved myself deep into her.
“Where do you want me?” I yelled. “I’m gonna cum.” I slammed my cock into her as fast as I could, feeling the inevitable about to happen.
“I need your cum inside me, please!” She replied. As soon as she moaned those words, I erupted into her, smacking her ass as my cock blew a load into her, wave after wave. I eventually slowed my thrusts to a stop, remaining in her briefly before pulling out. We were both dripping on her couch. “Fuck Mike, you feel so fucking good.” She was panting at this point. “I can’t remember ever cumming so hard.”
“You feel fucking amazing too, Emma.”
We cleaned ourselves up and I got dressed. Emma wiped her couch and I kissed her goodnight. She flashed me her tits one more time as I left the house.
By time I got home, I had texts from Emma and Lisa. Fuck. *What the fuck just happened?!* I told Lisa I stopped to get a snack for the ride home. Emma sexted me pictures of her majestic body for several days but we agreed that had to be a one-time fling.
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