Em’s arms were outstretched, above her head. Her long sexy legs were spread widely, the left one down with the knee bent and a man’s hot hand gripping the bend, just behind the knee, the right one raised and resting on the man’s shoulder.The man was naked. Em was too. She was wearing nothing but a bangle on her right wrist and her wedding ring on the third finger of her left hand.She was looking intently down the length o...

Em was in a very unusual situation. It wasn't that she was lying nearly naked with her legs spread wide open in the middle of a super-king-size bed in an expensive hotel suite. It was certainly not that her fuck-me's and her little cocktail dress were lying in a wantonly discarded heap where they had been thrown after they were rather warmly removed.The fact that she had then briefly worn just a tiny black lace string, ve...

Em’s whole body was buzzing. At that particular point she was midway through a two-hour massage at a discreet little spa on a Thai island where she was staying on an extended business trip. It was a place a new girlfriend had recommended. It catered only for women. Em had asked for a masseuse this time but she thought she might go back for a masseur later. Being massaged naked by a man was very special, especially if the...

“Ambrose?” said Em, shifting in her comfy lounge seat on the terrace and deliberately letting her sarong slip open. This manoeuvre revealed not only one very long and very sexy bare leg but also her naked pussy. “Yes Em?” said Ambrose. He turned his head so he could gaze directly at her waxed slit with the sexy mini triangle of hair above it, on her desirable mound. He wanted to feast on it soon. His cock stirred beneath...

Em was wearing her long freshwater pearl necklace, a bracelet and her wedding and engagement rings. She was also wearing an expression that denoted surprised pleasure, approaching ecstasy, and a keen anticipation of even hotter things to follow.  She was doing these three things on the sofa in her hotel suite. The first was because she was audibly enjoying being fucked by the very thick, very long, very hard and very stro...

He was about to begin massaging her breasts. His slickly warm right hand was resting just below their rise, fingers stretched into her cleavage. His left hand was lightly gripping the top of her right thigh. She was feeling pretty hot about that. She was wearing the bottom half of a pink string bikini. She was hot about that too and even hotter about the certainty that soon she would not be wearing even that. He would pul...

Em’s nipples were about to be hotly massaged. They were already erect and hard as little rocks. Her masseur’s warm, firm hands were just below the swell of her breasts. His fingers had already lightly brushed her nipples. She was wet with anticipation. She was naked and her legs were wide apart. She was in their room at the island resort she and Ambrose had chosen for a four-day break. To be precise, she was on a massage...

Em was shouting into the bed covering. She was naked except for her garter belt. She was lying face down across the bottom of the bed with her legs spread widely apart and her feet on the carpeted floor of her hotel room for extra purchase. A hot cock was punching her wetly fragrant vagina, rapidly bringing her to orgasm. It was her first of the night. It would certainly not be her last. It had been an all-round great eve...

She’d been out all day at meeting after meeting. These had been followed by drinks and then a corporate dinner. By the time she got back to her hotel suite with its fabulous view of city lights and darkly twinkling water, she was badly in need of something to reduce her tension. A massage always helped. Em was a fan of therapeutic massage. Deep tissue massaging always relaxed her if she was feeling tense. Often, though, b...

Em had watched all the action. It had taken place deliciously between her legs on the sofa in the man’s hotel suite. She was still tingling all over with the excitement and ecstasy of it all. Em had been half-lying, half-seated on the deep sofa. This position had afforded her a full view. He had first stripped her to her panties. They were little white bikini-cut lace ones through which the attractive darkness of her bush...

“Ambrose,” Em had said over the croissants and Eggs Benedict. “I’d like to get a home service massage today.” It was a Saturday and they were having a late breakfast at the big table out under the jacaranda tree that shaded the courtyard. Unusually they would both be home this weekend. It often wasn’t like that. Their competing work schedules frequently deprived them of weekends together. Tonight they’d be going to dinner...

He had undone her bra and pushed it and her sweater up above her breasts. He was hotly licking her left nipple. Em could smell her hot pussy, now wetly open in expectation of exciting cock, in her as yet still in place jeans and panties. She knew that he could smell it too and that he was excited by the thought that soon he would invade it. His cock was rigid in his own jeans. She could feel it pressing firmly against her...

It was nearly eleven when Em finally decided to get an out call service. She’d been lying in bed, hot between her legs and with aroused nipples, for an hour. She had tried to satisfy herself, since she was on a plane early the next morning, but it just hadn't worked. Em’s troubles were two-fold. First, she’d had a pussy flutter and flashed eyes with a lovely hot man earlier in the evening, but while the feeling was obviou...

Em was sitting in a long chair under a big sunshade beside the hotel pool. It was late morning. She was there for a solo weekend and was deciding whether she would like to have sex after dinner with that rather nice man she’d chatted to in the restaurant the evening before. That thought made her hot. It was warm anyway, even in the shade. She was wearing her new weekend-alone bikini, a tiny little halter top and string. I...

Em was at home alone that weekend. It was the middle of summer and very hot. So was she. Ambrose was away and she was at mid-point in an unusually long gap between business trips. They kept a massage bed at home and in the summer it lived out on the shaded terrace at the back of the house, next to the swimming pool. They used it now and again, either themselves or very occasionally with a visiting masseuse or even more ra...