From kitchen to conservatory, the tension never stopped [Emma pt2]

If you haven’t read the first part of this story i highly recommend you do. With that being said lets talk about the sexual tension that never left.

This takes place around 2 years after i left the Restaurant job which i did about a month after my time in the kitchen with Emma. Unrelated to that moment i simply moved on to a new job, boring i know, so i wont talk more on it. Shortly after leaving i lost contact with Emma, no reason really just one of those things. Anyway I randomly find her Instagram in my recommendations so i shoot her a message. We text back and forth for a little while and agree to meet. She tells me her parents are on holiday for a week and her brother is staying at his girlfriends, so loud music and barbeques all week was the plan.

I missed her, firstly as a friend secondly, what could have been. I didn’t want to think like that however, its been 2 years i cant expect to just jump back in where we left off. “just friends” i told myself. I get to her house and I’m greeted at the door with a massive hug. She ushered me in, through the living room, the kitchen, the conservatory and finally the garden where she sat herself down on a fold out garden chair and grabbed her beer. “want one” she said pointing to a cooler on the floor. “sure, so how you been” i said grabbing a cold one. “oh you know single, bored, oh i left the restaurant” she exclaimed sitting up from her lounged position. ” oh, what do you do know” i asked “nothing” she said coldly. “everything alright?” i asked “yeah its good actually, I’ve been working on myself and all that crap” she joked.

I take a quick look around “so your having a barbeque, anyone else coming?” she stood up, and aggressively walked into the conservatory sitting on the black couch inside. Somethings going on i thought. “what’s up” i asked pulling out one of the dining chairs and sitting opposite. A brief moment of silence she she spoke up ” why didn’t you contact me. she said assertively while removing her sun glasses. “no excuse really, it just happened, i left, shortly after, got a knew number, i felt like i was starting fresh” she looked at me with disappointment “so no room for me in your new life then” she said sitting back and crossing her arms. We talked more, i wanted to tell her that she didn’t contact me either but i didn’t want this to become an argument.

Things quickly cooled down and we sat and talked memories of our old job. It was around this time i noticed a burn on her knee “what happened there” i said pointing at the burn. “i really cant tell you” she chuckled. “come on, tell me” i joked back. After some poking and playful banter she relented. “ok but promise not to laugh” she said pointing an accusatory finger. “just tell me” i said “ok so im home alone right. and remember how i said I’m single” i nodded anticipating where this was going. “ah fuck ok, i was riding a dildo on this couch and got friction burn, happy” i sat in silence quickly assessing the situation i was in “wait i don’t get it, how does that happen” i was playing coy “can you show me” i asked.

She looked at me, a cross between disappointment and a smirk. “fine” she said. As she turn around and placed her knees on the couch and lent her arms against the back she said to me “just promise you can control yourself, i know you have some urges”

“do you want me to make that promise” i asked standing behind her and placing my hands on her ass cheeks. She let out a deep sigh that turned into a soft moan “no” she said softly. “no what” i asked “no, don’t promise me that” she said almost pleading. “i wont” i said pushing my crotch against her behind. I was already erect in anticipation and she could feel it. I looked around, the conservatory door still open to the garden but i couldn’t risk loosing this moment. Still in the same position she turned her head and reached back, popping the buttons of my jeans down, i pulled them down as soon as i could along with my boxer briefs revealing my stiff shaft. She clasped it in her hand and began to stroke it squeezing at the head as she watched small beads of pre cum drip down onto her hand.

I took a step back and she knelt upright, unbuttoning her blue stonewash shorts. She took a step off the couch to slide them, along with her pink lace netted underwear down and completely off. I placed my hand in the centre of her upper back and pushed her back onto position. I then knelt down myself and immediately began running my moist tongue over her clit. “hmph” Emma let out a soft but sudden moan as she fell forward, her head on the top of the couch and her arms hanging over the back. I was infatuated with her taste taking brief moments to suckle on her labia before plunging my tongue inside her then returning to her clit.

I stood up now completely removing my clothes in their entirety. “wait” Emma said turning herself around and sitting back on the couch. “i want to do this, come here” i took a step forward and to quickly wrapped her mouth around my cock, i felt her pull me further in as she wrapped and wriggled her tongue around the head. I couldn’t help but let out a guttural moan, as i did she let out a small chuckle, slap my behind and pulled me in deeper. She removed me from her mouth, took a look up at me and smiled before returning the her original position. I took my member in my hand and rubbed it up and down the edges of her vagina then plunged myself inside her “ahhhh” Hnnngh” we both moaned. I began to thrust hard, i knew she liked this. Holding her by her hips i pounded. I took the opportunity to pull her shirt up her back, she took the hint and raised herself up and removed her clothing. Unhooking her bra i reached forward and cupped her breasts with both hands.

After some time “wait, i cant cum like this” she panted standing up and directing me to sit on the couch. The both of us dripping with sweat both from the intense sex and the hot sun. She mounted me and began to grind her hips back and fourth. It didn’t take long and “Oh fu-yeah, im cumming, im cummi- ahh” she bellowed, lifting herself up as a cascade of liquid came gushing out, landing in my lap. The all to familiar twitching and convulsing soon followed and i pulled her into me and we embraced in a deep hug, her moans became whimpers as her orgasm slowly subsided. She laid herself down to the side, resting her head on the arm of the couch. I aided her in lifting her legs up and onto my lap. We sat for a little while as i caressed her legs and she collected herself. She reached out to me and we held hands, our eyes locked, a moment to remember. I leaned down to her and we kissed, something we hadn’t done yet. She reached down and began to stroke my cock while we kissed. I took a hold of it and began guiding it back between her legs. “no, i cant, you’ve ruined me” she chuckled “im to sensitive”

I sat back up, unsure of what comes next. She stood up and grabbed a pillow off of the dining chair and placed it at my feet. She lowered herself onto her knees and sat between my legs. A quick adjustment of her hair and she took my cock in her hand and began to suck. Again she did that thing with her tongue which drove me wild, letting out another involuntary moan, again she chuckled, running her hand across my stomach as she did. She alternated between her mouth and rubbing the head of my penis over her nipples and breasts. She felt my twitches and began rapidly jerked me, placing my cock against her breast. “im gonna cum” i gasped, lurching my hips upwards and she wrapped her breasts around my shaft and watched as the volcanic like eruption poured out and coated her breasts. As i finished she lent forward kissing me again.

We cleaned up and lay naked together, our legs interlocked as she rest her head on my chest. ” i want pizza” she said. Not confident in the strength of her legs she wriggled herself to the edge of the couch and grabbed her phone letting out cute little grunts of exertion as she did. After she made the order we drifted of in each others arms only being woken by the knock at the door from the pizza guy. She quickly threw on my t shirt and her shorts and rushed to the door. Still sitting naked i look over at the still open conservatory door “i wonder if anyone saw” i thought but paid it no mind and met her in the kitchen. “your still naked” she said “so should you be” i joked. She placed the pizza on the kitchen side and removed her clothes once again. She approached me leaning in, our lips moments from touching. her stomach pressed against my cock “pizza” she shouted excitedly turning away and grabbing a slice while cheekily shaking her butt.

To this day my last moments with Emma where of standing in her kitchen naked eating pizza after an amazing moment of pure carnal passion. We dropped out of contact again and, so it goes. I don’t pursue her this is just how it is and how it has been, a sort of “way of the universe” type feeling that a dare not change.

I wish her the best and thank her deeply for the times we spent together.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ny56j3/from_kitchen_to_conservatory_the_tension_never