Emily Rowan Palmer slipped out of her tennis whites in the bedroom, standing in front of her mirror. She enjoyed looking at herself when she was naked, and she very much enjoyed watching herself get naked.
With a smile, she unhooked her silk bra, easing the cups free of her tits. She held it in one hand, the swaps dangling, while she ran the fingers of her other hand across the full round curves of her tits.
The reddish tips of her nipples began to stiffen almost immediately. They were very responsive. Emily licked the tips of two fingers and applied them delicately to her hardening nipples, squeezing gently, rolling her fingers around as the strawberry buds came to full erection.
She dropped the bra and cupped the other tit, massaging it lovingly as she teased her nipple hard. She held her tits a long time, loving the feel of her hands upon them, the ping of her nipples as they responded to the caresses of her hands.
With a sigh of pleasure, she released her tits, reached down and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties.
She turned before the mirror, panties still in place, and she looked at herself from the front and then over her shoulder. She contemplated her body and decided that it was perfect. At five-seven, she had always wished she were taller, but her weight was distributed evenly up and down her frame and she was a perfect size six.
She removed the panties, smiling as her fluffy reddish-brown bush came into view, the hairs full and crinkly like cotton candy. She slid the panties downward, then straightened up, wearing only her high-heeled slides. She studied carefully the curve of her legs, the thrust of her ass. Yes, it was perfect, she assured herself.
Emily's hands slid down over the full but not ostentatious tits. Eyes seemed to follow them no matter where she was, but it was not her fault that she had eye-catching tits.
She stroked the hard, flat tummy and the well-proportioned fullness of her hips. She felt good because she looked good. She'd drawn more than her share of stares at the club today, playing singles with Julia Frost.
You can look, she had thought smugly, feeling the eyes that followed her, but you can never touch. Well, she had finished her tennis workout, and now it was time to pamper her body. Emily turned away from the mirror and went into the bathroom.
She drew her bath and sprinkled bubble powder onto the hot water, watching as it began to foam. She slipped off her shoes and went down into the big sunken tub, easing into its foamy luxuriant wetness. A bath always felt good.
She leaned back, and her tits lifted out of the water, the stiff cherry nipples rising from the suds with froth clinging to them. Emily scooped up a handful of suds and worked it into her tits, sighing as her flesh responded to the caress of her hands.
She squeezed down, soapy fingers sliding on her tits, and the nipples seemed to get even harder. She leaned her face toward her tits and kissed her soapy flesh as close to the nipples as she could get.
She wished the tits were bigger, big enough to get them into her mouth. She could flick her tongue over the nips but she couldn't quite suck on them, and she longed to know the feel of her own mouth loving her own tits. Someone else sucking her titties was not the same thing, not at all.
Her hands slid under the water, onto her belly. She stroked herself, making small waves in the tub, and her fingers moved gradually into the space between her perfect legs.
That spot was perfect, too – a plump hillock of flesh, furred in the same shade of reddish brown hair that grew on her head. It was bisected by a clean, snug-lipped pussy, whose inner lips barely protruded at all.
She caressed her cunt, opening and closing it, teasing the soft tight lips provocatively.
She could feel her clit enlarging, and she stroked it as it grew, purring in her bath as the warm feelings spread through her body. The water sloshed around her, the soap bubbles seeming to froth a little more with each responsive twitch of her body.
Emily stretched out in the tub, head leaning back, a smile playing across her perfectly chiseled features. Under the water she was wing both hands on her cunt now, fingers sliding gently up the insides of her thighs, to meet atop the crease of her pussy. Even though her entire body was wet, she was totally, intensely aware that sticky warm juices were coming down the tube of her cunt, bubbling along the passageway to anoint her toying fingers. And the more her fingers stroked back and forth over her cunt, the more those juices seemed to flow from deep inside Emily.
She parted the petal-like folds of her cunt and allowed knowing, erotically charged fingers to play through her pussy french. The warm water of the bath was an extra stimulation to Emily's pussy.
Her hands moved more insistently on her cunt, and she basked in the response of her body. She deserved a special treat. After all, she'd let Andy, her husband, do that yucky stuff to her just the other night.
She shivered at the memory. His mouth, open against hers, his tongue thrusting itself into the privacy of her mouth. His lips, going down to attack her nipples.
He'd put his hand between her legs, just as she was doing now, but it hadn't been the same, of course. He loved to feel her pussy, to finger spread the lips of her cunt, to push his way inside, right into the tight mouth of her cunt. But it wasn't the same as her own fingers. How could it ever be the same?
And then Andy was atop her, rubbing her pussy with the end of his hard cock, saliva bubbling on his lips as he attempted to put it inside her. God, what a disgusting thing!
But she'd let him do it, even though she couldn't quite hold back the gasp of shock and revulsion as his big hard prick pushed through her narrow opening and into the delicate tightness of her cunt. She'd been dry, of course, but by that time he hadn't much cared. He was hot and hard and he kept kissing her, working his tongue over and into her mouth.
He'd thrust his cock into her pussy until the tight tube had no choice but to lubricate itself just a little, to keep from being scraped raw by the friction of his prick as it ravished her cunt.
She hated it. She'd always hated it. Back in high school, when everyone else had started to fuck, she'd tried it too, just to see what it was all about. She'd hated it then.
A stupid football player, a quarterback with a great arm and an IQ lower than his jersey number, had fucked her in his car the night of the harvest dance. He threw great passes on the field. In the backseat he was a piece of shit. He'd been so excited to find her a virgin that he'd squirted his sticky white milk onto her pussy while trying to get his cock inside. Onto her pussy, her stockings, her formal. But despite the gusher of cum he'd squirted, his cock stayed rock-hard, and he got it inside her. When he was done, he used her ripped panties as a rag to wipe her cherry blood off his cock.
Disgusting.
Then came Andy. He was older than she, rich for his age, good-looking too. He'd courted her like something out of a romance novel and he hadn't pushed her for a lot of sex before the marriage. In fact, he'd been almost excited when he found out she hadn't had much experience. His ex-wife had been a real slut, by all accounts. Emily had been sure this was it.
But after they were married, sex was all the man seemed to think about. He was obsessed with licking her pussy, with getting her to take his cock in her mouth and suck it.
She was perfectly willing to be his beautiful wife, hostess, housekeeper. But sexually, what could he give her that she was not already giving herself, and better, too?
Again her fingers toyed with the delicate lips of her pussy, and again she stroked the hot aroused clit. Emily shut her eyes dreamily, relishing the feel of the fingers on her precious parts.
Emily made a soft cooing sound as she slipped a finger into the jewel-like hole after cunt. She worked her arm, moving the finger in and out of herself, the water sloshing briskly in the tub.
"Oh, God, that feels good!" she sighed, turning and twisting her body to receive the thrust of her insistent finger.
She eased her upper body around, rubbing her stiff-nippled tits against the side of the tub. The friction was delightful, providing a sweet hot counterpoint to the steady in-out of finger in pussy.
Her pussy was deliciously tight. Pricks were too big to fit comfortably inside her. They made her snug delicate muscles ache. The finger worked in and out, as natural as if she had been born with her finger shoved up her cunt.
She traced the sensitive-fleshed tube of her pussy passage, finding each arousal spot within herself. She knew all of them by heart. Up and down her finger stroked, turning and twisting as she probed herself, and Emily began to sigh and whimper, responsively. She pressed her tits against the side of the tub, just below the water, and she worked her chest to further stimulate the hard, tender nipples.
She put her thumb into play around the button of her clit, rubbing vigorous circles that further aroused her erected trigger.
"Oh God, yes!" she sighed, rocking in the bathwater, fingers hotter and hotter as they worked her cunt.
Her finger was poking now, stabbing as far as that first rough cock had rammed up her pussy. She moaned as the digit rammed itself erotically into her snug but yielding cuntal depths. Her long legs twitched, raising higher and higher waves in the tub, but she didn't really notice. Emily was about to come.
"Now!" she moaned. "Now! Now! Nowwwwww!"
Her finger speared deeply, seeming to penetrate all the way to the midst of her womb, and she rubbed her thumb excitedly over the tip of her aroused clit. She gave her thumb a wiggle that made sparks crackle from her body, made stars explode before her eyes.
She lifted her head up, gasping, then closed her eyes and dropped downward. Most of her face submerged, and her nose filled with water, but she was already drowning in the sweet hot exciting release of her orgasm, and she was oblivious to everything else.
She came up sputtering, eyes full of soapsuds, but it didn't matter. She clutched her pussy under the water, humping into her fist as the final contractions hit their peak and began to subside.
The sloshing water grew still at last and so did Emily's exultant body. She shook her head, blowing soap bubbles off her nose, and she basked in her own glow for a moment longer, enjoying the delicious glow of orgasm, before she stood up and reached for a towel.
She began to dry herself carefully, making sure that every part received its fair share. She spent a long time on her long legs, a very long time on her heaving tits, and the longest time of all making sure that she had carefully dried her tingling pussy.
Emily drew the towel back and forth between her legs, sawing it excitedly over the aroused, fur-covered bun of her cunt. She gave her cunt a last, long, loving pat, hung the towel on the rack, and slipped into her shoes.
Nude, she sat down at her vanity. She unpinned her hair, letting it fall in luxuriant auburn swirls onto her shoulders. The hair dropped down her chest, momentarily veiling the cherry-red peaks of her nipples. Emily stroked her chest with hands and hair, then pushed the hair aside and bared her still-hard nipples. She cupped her tits, offered them to the beautiful woman reflected from the mirror. Emily smiled knowingly, and so did her image.
They were both still smiling when Emily noticed, in the mirror, that someone else was staring, too.
Her first thought was that Andy had come home early and had caught her at her most private enjoyment. Emily's face flushed; her mind raced, searching for some possible explanation. She crossed her arms across the bared thrust of her tits, and she looked up.
"You're not Andy!" she said in surprise.
"No, I'm not," said the man who stood behind her. Emily saw the glint of metal, and she realized that he was holding a syringe in his hand.
As if in slow motion, she watched his hand lift and then descend in a sweeping arc. There was a sting at the edge of her ass. She looked down, astonished, saw that the needle of the syringe had punctured her skin. His thumb pushed the plunger down.
"Oh!" Emily said.
Her flesh went numb, and then her mind numbed too, and she fell, unconscious, into the arms of a stranger.