***
Jacob let loose a series of groans as pre-cum dribbled down from the tip of his cock enough to lubricate his palm somewhat as it glided up and down, faster, rhythmically bringing him toward a climax.
He visualized Emily's lips playing the part of his fingers, up, and down, up, and down, “Fuck yes, good girl, don’t stop, that’s right, gag, yes.” He could practically hear her making those sweet retching sounds he found so arousing.
Pushing harder, faster, he could almost see her throat bulge as her eyes streamed with tears; those sweet, bright green eyes blinking up at him in lustful adoration, that rounded face decorated with freckles that would soon be splattered with cum, the rich red hair that clung to her damp features which would also have their share in ejaculate.
That gorgeous face…
***
Emily stood right outside the window, barely a few feet away from the writhing Jacob, unable to hear or smell, she could only imagine what those senses were missing out on, but for what they lacked, it was made up for in the visual department.
Had she been anywhere else, Emily might have shared in the experience, fondled, groped or rubbed herself to completion but instead, she lived vicariously through Jacob at that moment, imagining the sounds of his flesh stroked, his moans, his increased breathing.
Her thighs squeezed together in an attempt to quell the throbbing ache of her pussy, she knew without having to touch that her panties were by now soaked through, evidence of which could be felt against her inner thighs; she’d chosen a professional suit, blouse, and skirt, the latter of which stopped shortly above her knees and at that moment, she fervently wished that no such items stood in the way of her touching, that was she with him, next to Jacob, in his lap, on his cock, those items of clothing that shielded her from the elements would be gone in seconds.
“Oh, god.” She whispered, her breath fogging the glass, momentarily obliterating the view. “Oh, god, cum soon.” Emily willed Jacob on, to move faster, harder, as she nodded, and squirmed, almost pressed up against the window.
***
Moments away from orgasm, Jacob felt the familiar tightening of his cum filled ballsac, his movements had become jerky, spasmodic and erratic, no longer owning that fluid smoothness of before, his control wavered, his face contorted and at the last possible moment, his eyes opened…
That gorgeous face…
“FUCK!”
He exploded, cum spurted, jetting from his pulsating cock to spatter across his lap, down his legs, to decorate the grey carpet; one large glob landed on the tablet, the rest, he had no idea, and didn’t care, for, at that precise second, his contorted features knew only horror and pain of a partially interrupted climax.
“Emily?!”
***
Emily could have reacted in several ways; she could have turned and fled, running from one of the most erotic spectacles she’d ever witnessed in her twenty-eight years; she could have burst into tears, feigning horror and begun to yell at Jacob; she could have laughed; she could have fainted. She did none of this, and instead, on seeing her name on his lips, smiled, then beckoned to him, gesturing in the direction of his front door, a slight tilt of her head and an expression filled with promise.
Chapter Three
Jacob scolded himself. He knew better. Seated in full view of his front garden where anyone could see him on arrival when not fully dressed was one thing, an indulgence, but to not only expose himself then masturbate like some animal on display was another thing altogether.
Dismayed at his behavior, Jacob acknowledged Emily’s gesture with one of his own that said ‘meet you at the door’.
Hoisting his shorts up and over his tumescent dick, he adjusted it, sighed at the mess and shrugged; there seemed little point to cleaning up at that moment given that Emily had quite literally seen every single droplet.
Opening the front door, Jacob stood back to allow Emily entry, she smiled, walked smoothly past him, swiveled, turning to face him and said, “That was quite the show, will there be an encore?”
Jacob laughed, shrugging, he responded with a wry grin on his face that showed he was nowhere near embarrassed as perhaps someone else might have been under the circumstances.
“Well, now that you mention it, that might be possible.”
He welcomed Emily in with a broad hand gesture “Make yourself comfortable; I’ll get cleaned up.”
Taking a few steps to close the distance between them, Emily, feeling bold, reached out to where a droplet of cum clung to Jacob’s lower abdomen and swiped it away using one finger; holding it up as though in offering she smirked, and said: “I can help you with that.”
Jacob knew at that moment he was in trouble, his wet dream, his fantasy, stood right in front of him, offering to do all manner of things no doubt, but, he couldn’t allow that, no, his dominant nature wouldn’t allow it.
Watching as Emily suckled her finger clean, Jacob took in a deep cleansing breath and said, “Sit down, wait for me.”
Something in his tone told Emily to obey, and, not perturbed at all, she smiled, turned and moved to sit in the chair opposite to the one he’d recently vacated. Setting down her product and sample case, she modestly crossed one leg over the other and rather primly spoke, “Yes Sir, I’ll wait right here.” No mockery, entirely sincere, she smiled, a little excited by the developments because for a second, she’d wondered if her actions had been too much.
“Good girl.”
Emily shivered in the wake of that praise, two simple words, two syllables that seemed to zing straight to her clit and leave it throbbing.
***
Jacob showered quickly, soaping his entire body from head to toe and rinsed under a hot spray. He needed the time to compose himself fully, to reign in control, to understand and appreciate this turn of events. When he’d sat down with his coffee that morning, he’d not anticipated anyone’s arrival much less the woman who’d dominated his dreams for the past few nights, the woman responsible for his waking discomfort, the woman who’d contributed unwittingly to his laundry bill.
Drying off rapidly and donning jogging bottoms, Jacob returned to where Emily still sat; at first, he assumed she’d not moved the entire time he’d been gone, that is until seeing the area around his armchair devoid of spatter.
“You cleaned?”
Emily shrugged and answered, “It’s the least I could do; I somehow feel responsible.”
Jacob frowned, knowing full well she couldn’t have known what he’d been fantasizing about then or the nights leading up to that morning. “How so?” He asked when stepping barefoot into the kitchen to retrieve a fresh cup of coffee, gesturing to her wordlessly by holding up an empty cup.
She nodded and explained, “I get the feeling that I interrupted you, that had you been entirely alone, you’d have uh, contained it better?”
He snorted a short bark of laughter, poured Emily’s coffee and carried it to her, then sat down where he’d been when this had all started; the scent of disinfectant wafted up under his nose until he replaced it with the coffee he inhaled, savoring the rich aroma. “Thank you, but you didn’t have to do that.”
Emily shrugged again, taking small sips of her freshly brewed elixir and groaned with appreciation, “this is delicious. Thank you.”