-We can do it now, we’re residence alone.
**We Can Do It Now, We’re Home Alone**
“Mmm, finally, some alone time,” Emily purred, kicking off her heels as she shut the entrance door behind her. Her husband Mark was away on a enterprise journey, leaving her and their empty home to herself for the weekend. She tossed her purse onto the entryway desk, a devious smile enjoying on the corners of her lips.
Emily sashayed into the lounge, hips swaying. She unbuttoned her pale grey shirt, letting it drop to the plush carpet. Biting her decrease lip, she reached again and unclasped her lacy black bra, liberating her ample bosom. Her nipples had been already stiffening within the cool air.
“Now, where was I?” Emily murmured, traipsing in the direction of the steps. It had been two months since their final houseguest, her school roommate Samantha, had spent the night time. Samantha, that ravishing redehead with porcelain pores and skin and curves for days…
Emily’s panties dampened on the recollections. Samantha’s lithe physique pressed in opposition to her personal, their lips locked in a passionate embrace. Those expert fingers stroking Emily’s delicate spots. That sinful mouth swallowing her moans. Emily hadn’t realized simply how pent-up she was till that tremendous night time.
“God, I need that again,” Emily groaned, climbing the steps with urgency. She shed the remainder of her garments alongside the way in which, leaving a path of clothes. In her bed room, she knelt nude earlier than her dresser and rummaged via the highest drawer. “Ah-ha!”
She extracted the strappy pink toy Samantha had gifted her – an LED rabbit vibrator assured to hit all the best spots. Emily crawled onto the mattress and unfold her thighs invitingly. The vibrations rumbled via her clit as she angled the tip inside. “Fuck, that’s it…”
As she started thrusting the toy out and in, pleasuring herself, vivid pictures of Samantha flooded Emily’s thoughts. Her roomie pinning her wrists above her head, licking a path all the way down to Emily’s dripping folds. Those plush lips wrapping round Emily’s aching clit, tongue flicking quickly over the delicate bud. Emily’s fingers tangling in Samantha’s copper tresses, pulling her nearer…
“Ahhhh,” Emily cried out, the pleasure mounting. She was so shut, writhing wantonly on the bedsheets, the vibrations resonating via her core. “Samantha, yes!”
She plunged the vibe in deep, simply how Samantha would, and exploded. Cunt clenching across the toys, her essence gushing out as her physique shuddered with launch. Pleasure coursed via her veins as wave after wave of intense ecstasy washed over her.
“Fuuuuck,” Emily panted, collapsing again on the mattress. She lay there catching her breath, a glad smirk enjoying on her lips. But her momentary bliss was short-lived. Her cells had been nonetheless tingling with anticipation, craving extra.
Samantha’s picture remained entrance and heart in Emily’s ideas. That scorching starvation that would solely be sated by one other girl’s contact. Emily rolled over on her knees, clutching the toy, each inch of her being screaming for satisfaction. She puzzled how far she’d go to really feel Samantha’s fingers on her once more.
Her gaze fell on her telephone and an thought sparked. Emily crawled up and doing and rummaged via her closet till she discovered what she was on the lookout for – a tiny micro-mini she’d purchased on a whim and by no means really worn. She stepped into the mini, the hem barely skimming her panty-clad backside. Stiletto heels and a cropped tank prime accomplished the outfit. Slinking all the way down to the lobby, Emily glanced on the clock. 7:43 PM. Just an hour earlier than Supper Club met at O’Malley’s Pub throughout city. Plenty of time.
Emily grabbed her telephone from her purse, snapped a pic of her reflection, and uploaded it to the Supper Club’s on-line discussion board:
“Change of plans, ladies! Let’s make tonight pajama party night. Potluck & pillow fight at my place. :P”
Within minutes, the chat lightened up:
“Ooh an impromptu slumber party? I’m in!”
“Sweats, snacks, and sass. You had me at hello, girl.”
“You best stock up on tequila, Em. :D”
Emily grinned, tucking her telephone again into the tiny purse that matched her outfit completely. She double-checked her make-up and reapplied a contemporary coat of gloss to her crimson lips. Tonight was going to be wild. Maybe even wilder than Samantha. And if Emily performed her playing cards proper, it would not simply be pillow preventing she and her ladies may be doing earlier than dawn…
She spritzed the fragrance Samantha had gifted her for secret nights, took one final lick of her lips, and grabbed her keys. An empty home, an itch in want of scratching, and a night filled with alternatives. She wasn’t positive what they’d rise up to earlier than sleeping it off in her visitor room pile-up. Knowing the Supper Club although, it was sure to be a steamy one. Emily shifted her micro-mini hem and virtually skipped out the door, able to unleash her inside orgasm-voracious minx. The night time was nonetheless younger and he or she was feeling sooooo naughty tonight.