"Silly," Emma muttered as she untied her gown and let it drop to the floor in a puddle about her feet. But as silly and irrational as she might proclaim it to be, the untoward feelings and the incessant newfound infatuation had her within its talons. Hugh’s image swam in her mind as she slowly stripped away her undergarments to bare her breasts and more.
Emma could clearly see in her mind’s eye, the heated mystery that had been in Hugh’s gaze when he looked upon her. Her nipples were tight now with the memory of that gaze. He had enjoyed looking at her, and she had immediately felt the rise of his maleness. Emma bent to turn down her stocking and take off her shoes. The stirring of air across her nude buttocks and the laden weight of her breasts hanging downward with taut nipples, felt acutely sensitive. The cove of her cupids lips were moist, and as she rose her hands stroked over her shins, knees, and thighs. They moved more slowly over the muff of curls atop her throbbing cunny, but then moved upward caressing over her belly, rising to beneath her breasts which she cupped and lifted upward. Her head fell back trailing curls of her hair over the crease of her buttocks, while a lilting moan curled from her throat.
She could not! She dare not! Nevertheless, her hands circled her breasts with kneading motions, while her fingertips inched forward to tweak the hardened tips. Her moans grew weighty with huskiness as she stepped into the warm bath water, lowering her tingling and sensitive flesh beneath the surface.
Hugh held the middle of his long and turgid dard in his hand. The circumference thumped like a live beast not attached by engorging blood and meat, but by nerve endings tweaking alive, skittering into his balls, through his inner thighs, and up into his gut. When he had seen Emma bending over, his cock had actually thudded between his griping fingers with the flesh stretch tight beneath the upwardly bowing rigidness, while the whole seemed to gain heat and bake his finger pads.
Why he had come to secretly watch Emma, he did not examine it too closely in his aroused thoughts? Perhaps arrogance portrayed it well enough. She was his to do anything and all with that he wished. And the fact that Emma was a golden goddess, secured his arrogance. He was jolted when his first sight of her was bent over removing her stocking and shoes. His hidden view had captured her naked ass with a stunning peek of her florid and pink-lipped twat.
It was then that he released the control of his will upon his cod. To cast it out into lecherous freedom. The effort not to groan in relief caught in his Adam’s apple as he watched with dawning surprise while Emma played the seductress. The fact waylaid him that she would privately begin to stroke her own body in what was obviously aroused methods.
His first inclination was that he was a lucky bastard. His second was one of curiosity amid his simmering lust, and his third was a bit of perplexity. Did virgins do such? Did any woman do thus, privately? However, his concentrations were wiped away with more earthy and manly pursuits, when he saw Emma pluck the pink buds of her nipple tips. Then, when her head fell back in surrender, powerful emotions more wieldy than he had felt before slammed into his chest. That moment was as if a vision from heaven, with the waves of Emma’s gold-fire hair kissing the creamy pink-tinted curved of her buttocks, while her hands lifted the healthy alabaster hills of her tits upward as though giving alms.
