Emily's Valentine

She ordered crab wantons for them.

The silence stretched again. Finally, he had to say something. He had to find out what her situation was, whether he had any hope at all of sex with her.

"So, what would your husband think of you—being here with me? Buying me a drink?"

"Huh?" She seemed confused.

"Your husband?" He nodded toward her ring. "He doesn't care?"

"Oh!" She finally seemed to understand. Her eyes darkened and her face became very sad.

Shit! Not only is she married... she's in love with her husband!

"I'm sure Ben's fine with it," she said. Her voice choked on his name and tears sprang into her eyes.

Well, now I know! What a fuckwit I was to think I might have a chance with her. She's obviously having major marital issues. She's buying me a drink as part of some sick little game she's playing with her husband. Oh well—just enjoy your free fare, dude.

"I'm a widow," she finally said quietly. "Since July." It was still very difficult to talk about. She was just getting used to her status herself, and people never knew how to react when she told them.

A widow! A sharp pang of pity struck him, followed by a strong urge to protect and help her, followed immediately by a rush of sexual desire. Damn! A damn hot widow! He was jaded, though, and he looked at her closely again, just to make sure she was genuine. She was. Her pain was real enough, so unless she was an incredibly good actor, and also psychotic, she was on the level.

"I'm sorry," he said. He reached for her hand as they sat shoulder-to-shoulder at the bar. It was a purely instinctive move. As his larger hand wrapped around hers, a jolt of sexual energy coursed through him. He looked into her beautiful, sorrowful eyes and his chest constricted. July. I wonder if she's had sex with anyone since then. Josh, you selfish, horny bastard! Don't be taking advantage of her situation.

She tried to shrug off the heaviness that always descended when she thought about Ben. When Josh grabbed her hand, heat sliced through her and her heart soared. This is the path to freedom from pain. He can help me. She looked into his deep brown eyes so filled with concern. And something else—lust perhaps? Her pussy throbbed.

"I don't know why I still wear the ring," she said, looking at her hand and pulling it gently out of his to touch her ring with her other hand. "I guess I'm just not ready to... to..." To what? Forget about Ben? Give up on my marriage? Start dating?

He sighed in soft regret as she pulled her hand away. "That's okay. I understand," he said.

Their food arrived and they both busied themselves eating, watching each other, flirting gently with their eyes. The mood had become serious, though. Heavy.

She finished her champagne. He still had half a beer. When the bartender asked, she declined although she really did want more champagne. She didn't want to look like a lush.

What now? Think, dude. We're done eating. She's done drinking. It's over unless you figure something else out.

"Do you want to hang out?" That's dumb. She doesn't want to hang. "I mean, I could help you shop... at the lingerie store." Smooth, dude! He gave her a slow smile.

Her heart skipped three beats. Did he really say he wants to go lingerie shopping with me? Heat flushed her body. His smile was devastating. She could not help but smile back. "Okay. Sure. That will be fun!" And exciting!

His engine revved. Full speed ahead! His cock was almost hard. Slow down, horny dog. Don't seem too eager. Chill.

She paid the bill, $25.60, and they left.

"Where to now?" he asked as they exited. He wasn't sure if she really wanted him to come with her or not. She grabbed his hand and a thrill ran through him again, straight to his cock.

"Victoria's Secret. It's in Pacific Plaza." She started off down the street, leading him. He seemed happy to hold her hand. They grinned at each other like children with a secret.

He is so... fucking... sexy! His walk was extremely masculine. Just the way he moved was driving her mad. She was very wet. She glanced surreptitiously at his crotch. Yes, there's definitely a bulge there. Sweet Jesus!

This could be embarrassing, she thought as they entered the store. What the hell am I doing here with him?

However, her natural shopping instincts kicked in as she spied a very sexy underwear and bra set on a manikin. She stopped to admire it, letting go of his hand to finger the panties that were in the bin below. "These are pretty."

This is so fucking hot! He followed her as she moved through the store, pausing now and again to look at something more closely. The store was full of tiny, lacy bits. He couldn't help but picture the perfect bodies that would be wearing them. His hard-on raged.

She stopped to admire a bustier in black lace over burgundy satin. He stood very close behind her. She had taken her jacket off and he could feel the heat of her body. "That matches your sweater," he whispered in her ear. "It would look awesome on you."

His voice was low and sultry in her ear. She stifled a groan as an intense wave of desire washed over her. "You think?" she asked, turning to look at him. She didn't step back and found herself face to face with him, their bodies only inches apart.

He put his hand lightly on her hip. "Yes," he said, smiling into her eyes. He could smell her spicy perfume. If we don't get out of here soon, I'm going to embarrass myself by leaking onto my pants.

She turned away from him, but his hand lingered on her hip. She forced her breathing to normal and busied herself looking through the bustiers for her size. "I need to try this on," she said, pulling one off the rack.

He followed her to the dressing rooms, but stopped outside. "I'll wait for you here."

"I'll be quick," she said, disappearing into the room.

Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere. Oh, my God! I'd love to see her in that lacy thing. Her body seemed perfect—what he had seen of it.

Join me in the dressing room—we can fuck right here!

Whew! Get a hold of yourself, Emily. Let's show a little patience. Have at least a little class. Sure enough, her underwear was soaked. This could get embarrassing. I need to have more control... somehow.

The bustier fit her well and it did match her sweater. She bought the bustier and matching panties, and three more panties that were on a table at three for twenty dollars.

The charge came to $108.52. She paid for it with her debit card and didn't seem to flinch. He was impressed. She's rich. What is she doing with me? She was definitely flirting with him though. And when she stood close, he was pretty sure that scent he was catching underneath her perfume was wet pussy. His cock swelled and throbbed. He didn't even try to hide his erection. It was hopeless. He tried to ignore it and hoped it wasn't too noticeable.

He carried her package and picked up her hand again as they left the store. They wandered slowly around the mall, walking close, holding hands.

She paused outside the door to Abercrombie & Fitch. There was a huge poster of a shirtless hunk, looking sultry. His abs were amazing.

"Can I buy you something? A shirt, maybe?" she asked. She turned and looked at him, standing very close.

"Well, I don't... I'm...."

"Please?" she interrupted. She put a finger lightly on his lower lip. Her eyes shifted to his mouth. So kissable!

She wants to kiss me! The sexual tension was so thick it seemed almost tangible. It was all he could do to restrain himself from leaning over and sucking on her pouty bottom lip.

"Please?" she asked again.

"If you insist," he answered. He wasn't sure he was comfortable with her buying him clothes, but he couldn't seem to deny her. She probably had great taste and she certainly seemed to have plenty of money.

"Something casual," he said as they entered the store. He didn't wear collared shirts.

They eventually settled on a long sleeve T-shirt with a cool design on it. It was dark blue-green. She insisted he try it on before buying it.

When he stepped out of the dressing room to show her the shirt, her eyes widened in admiration. Wow! She had suspected he had nice muscles underneath his sweatshirt. The tight T didn't hide much. He was ripped! Down, girl. Down! The bill was $49.95—almost $55 with tax. She paid for it with her debit card again. She didn't seem to lack for funds. He beat down his guilt. She wants sex, but she's not buying me. I want sex too. Hell, I'd fuck her in a hot minute whether she spent a penny on me or not.

"Do you want another drink?" she asked as they left the store. "Let's go to Oliver's." She saw a slight hesitation in him. "I'll buy, of course," she added.

"I'm not used to being paid for."

"It's nothing, really." I'd like to get used to paying for you!

They held hands again as they walked. He had never said yes, but it was clear to both of them that he wasn't going anywhere.

Oliver's was a few blocks away on the corner of 4^th and Olive. It had huge windows overlooking the street. When you sat at the bar, you could watch all the shoppers coming and going. It was also just off the lobby of the Mayflower Park Hotel, a fact that did not escape Josh.

He ordered a beer. Alaskan Amber. She ordered something called 'a Paradigm Shift.' Her drink arrived in a martini glass, looking very pretty and pink with a fresh raspberry garnish.

"Would you like to try it?" she asked.

He did. "That's good! It tastes like grapefruit juice. It doesn't taste like alcohol at all."

"Yes, but it's strong," she warned, smiling. "It will shift your paradigm."

She talked about her job as a project manager at Microsoft.

No wonder she has so much money!

He talked about his hopes to go to college and his lack of funds and focus. He didn't know what he wanted to study. He loved photography. He loved music.

She encouraged him and drew him out. They finished their first drink and ordered another round. He decided to have a Paradigm Shift too, even though it looked girly. Conversation became easier. They talked about music. He was surprised she liked some of the same new bands he did. He would have expected her to be stuck in the nineties.

By the time he was halfway done with his Paradigm Shift, he could feel its effects. He was more relaxed. More confident. He rested his hand casually on her thigh and she almost seemed to purr. His eyes kept wandering down to her fine cleavage, and sometimes lower to her shapely hips and long legs. The beast within him howled.

She could smell his musky scent more and more. His eyes were appreciative, sensual. She ached with a yearning so strong it was almost painful. Her panties were hopelessly wet. She hoped her jeans weren't getting wet too.

He excused himself to go to the bathroom. When he returned, he slid onto the stool next to her and crept his arm around her waist. She shifted, leaning into him.

His arm felt so strong around her. Visions of them both naked, wrapped in passion, kept leaping into her mind. Emily, please! Chill!

He kept smelling her wet pussy, stronger, sharper. It was driving him mad. His cock was granite. He fought back the urge to nibble on her neck. Control, Josh! She doesn't want to be pawed in public.

"Do you want to come to dinner with me?" she asked.

"I'm yours for the evening." His voice was growly, suggestive.

Her heart began to pound. Oh, yes! It's happening! I will for sure get some of this young hunk tonight!

When she was almost finished with her drink, she excused herself to go to the ladies room. The facilities were across the lobby from the bar. While she was peeing, she made a decision. On her way back to the bar, she stopped at the reception and booked a room for the night. The Jacuzzi suites were full, the next day being Valentine's Day, but she managed to get a room with a King-sized bed and a fireplace.

She returned to her barstool bursting with excitement but trying to hide it.

What's up? he wondered, but he didn't ask. He was definitely feeling the Paradigm Shift. They were strong!

She smiled at him, eyes dancing.

He focused on her lips. So close. So kissable.

He wants to kiss me! She envisioned grabbing him by the shirt and dragging him off the barstool. Dragging him all the way up to her room, pushing him onto the bed, and jumping on him. Fuck! I wonder if he has a condom. If not, we'll have to go buy some. First things first though. I want to check out the room and change out of these sopping panties. How to tell him?

"Another round?" the bartender asked.

"No, I'm good," she said. Josh shook his head as well. She signaled for the bill.

If I spend much more time in this bar, I'll be stripping him down and fucking him right here.

"Dinner now?" he asked as they stood and she gathered the packages.

"Um...well. I'd like to change first," she said.

She looked him in the eye and he knew something was up.

"I got a room."

Holy Shit! "Here?" his voice squeaked slightly.

"Yes." She looked embarrassed. "I just got it—on a whim."

"Well, we'd better go check it out!" He took her hand and led her to the elevators. A huge grin split his face and she smiled back, looking relieved. Did she think I'd have a problem with this? It's been months since I broke up with Jenny. I am more than ready to fuck you, sweetheart!

His cock strained against his pants. He took a position behind her in the elevator, trying to play it cool, hoping she wouldn't notice how horny he really was. He stood close but not pressing against her. He took her right hand in his, entwining their fingers.

She pushed the button. They rode in silence. She could feel his hot breath on her ear. She almost swooned with desire.

His head was spinning. She is so gorgeous. I can't believe she's bringing me to her room!

She let them in with her key, and set her packages down on the dresser, taking in the room at a glance. It was elegantly furnished. The fireplace was nice. There was a view of the downtown city lights from the window. He was still standing in the short entry hall and she turned to him.

He was sometimes kooky and spontaneous; the Paradigm Shift had squashed his inhibitions. They walked into the room, he closed the door behind them, and for a lark he quickly unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. "You want some of this, baby?" he asked, waving it back and forth.

He meant it as a joke. He thought she was certainly experienced enough not to freak out and she would say something like, "Put your cock back in your pants, dude." And they would both laugh.

He was not prepared for her reaction.

Her eyes glued themselves to his cock, widening. She took a few steps and fell to her knees in front of him. "Christ, Josh!" Her voice was strangled with emotion.

She could not remember ever having seen such a beautiful penis. And so hard! Ben had not gotten fully hard in years. Josh's cock was like a rock. It glistened. Large veins ran up from the base. Beautiful!

She lost all control.

She pulled his pants and his boxers down, fully exposing his hard cock and balls. Her face was full of awe. A whimper of desire came out of her throat and she ran her tongue up his shaft.

His balls clenched and pre-cum immediately dribbled out of the head of his cock. He staggered a step back against the wall, helpless.

She moved with him. Another whimper of desire. She closed her mouth around the head of his penis and went down, sucking hard.

He could not help the scream that issued from his throat as he felt her mouth close around his sensitive head. Incredible!

She cradled his balls in one hand and held the base of his shaft with her other. She slid her mouth quickly up and down his cock, sucking and tonguing and pushing the head all the way back into her throat.

"Jesus Christ, Emily!" His fingers clutched her hair. He screamed again and lost it.

He had been hard already for hours, but the orgasm caught him unexpectedly. It overwhelmed him completely. He felt his balls tighten and sperm rush into his shaft. Pleasure consumed him, engulfing his groin and spreading like wildfire to his limbs. Sensation flamed into the head of his cock. He spasmed and shot load after load of cum deep into her throat.

It took him awhile to recover. He leaned against the wall, eyes closed, small moans coming out of his mouth. "Fuck, Emily!" he finally managed to say. "Fuck!"

"Do you want to?" she asked. She seemed to have finished swallowing all his sperm and she grinned up at him wickedly.

He let his knees relax, and he slid down the wall so he was sitting on the floor. She still knelt in front of him. He put a hand under her jaw and pulled her face to his. Their lips crushed together passionately. He thrust his tongue between her lips, tasting his own salty semen on her.

She moaned and clutched his shoulders tightly.

They broke away, both gasping for air.

"That blow-job was amazing! I was not expecting it though," he said.

"Well, you take your hard dick out and start waving it around. What did you think would happen?" she asked, laughing.

He smiled. "I thought you'd tell me to put it back."

"Oh, no way!" she said. She looked at his cock, which was still mostly hard. "Do you have any condoms?"

Condoms, fuck! He hadn't even thought about them. "I think I have one." He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and rummaged for a few seconds before producing a somewhat tattered looking condom package. "One," he repeated.

"That will never be enough, but it's a start," she said.

"You have entirely too many clothes on." He tugged on her sweater.

She laughed and climbed to her feet, offering a hand to help him up. "Do you want to take a shower with me?"

"Shower?" Both of us naked in the same little space together, slathering each other's bodies with soap? "Sure!"

He shed his pants and followed her into the bathroom, rumbling in anticipation.

She heard a low animal noise coming from him as she stepped into the bathroom. It sent her over the edge. Christ Almighty, he is sexy! And he's got a fucking fine cock. It was larger than she would have expected for someone his size. And so stiff! Iron stiff. She wanted it inside her—bad!

He stopped just inside the bathroom door and watched her undress. She seemed to have no inhibitions, and as her clothes came off, he understood why. Her body was perfect. She was amazingly fit. Her thigh muscles bulged; they weren't huge, but definitely defined. Her breasts were nicely rounded and still high on her chest. As she bent over to remove her sopping panties, he got a fine view of her very firm butt with a flash of pussy below.

He stepped forward, laid a hand on her ass, and emitted a low growl. He couldn't help it. It just came out.

When he growled, she shivered with desire. She stood and turned, into his arms. He was still wearing the damp sweatshirt, his eyes drinking in her naked body. She tugged on his shirt. "Your turn," she said. "Take this off. I want to see you naked."

He watched her face as he slowly pulled his T-shirt and sweatshirt off together. Her eyes widened in appreciation. As soon as he got his shirts off, she began running her hands over his muscled chest. Her body trembled.

"Nice tat," she whispered, tracing the edges of the lion that was on his upper right arm.

"Thanks. I have one here too." He turned and pointed at a very small pitchfork tattooed onto his ass-cheek.