I was horribly bored. It had been a long week on site, and I was lay down on the couch with my laptop in a mood. My house-mates were out, and my friends all busy, leaving me with no option but to trawl a trashy website I had been given a free trial with. It was one of those 'get laid now' type sites but realistically the majority of women on there were either not to my liking or far too respectable just to meet you within 24hrs. I wasn't too fussed. I was happy just to browse the pictures and chat rooms and see what sort of filth people engaged in while their partners were at work or away from their normal work/social environments. I find it all terribly exciting how your average person on the street hides so many of their inner perversions to the outside world. When I pass people in the street, you just know there are skeletons in the closet, and it is always fun to guess how they spend their weekends when their closest friends and colleagues are far away.

As I flicked through the endless channels of mind numbing TV, and entered yet another chat room by habit rather than interest, I saw the most incredible figure. Long legs and broad hips given incredible shape by a tight fitting knee length office skirt. A tight red top encapsulated the most beautiful looking 34D breasts. The picture was cut off at the neck but I had to follow this up to see if the face was even half as stunning.

'Hi.' I typed, thinking how I would not score many points if there were prizes for originality.

'Hi, how are you?' My heart jumped, it was not often I got replies off the ones I wanted so I better not waste this chance I thought.

'I love the British.' I took a second glance and immediately opened her profile again.

'SHIT!!!' I finally find a stunner, get a response, and she lives in New Mexico.

We began to chat about this and that, the different nationalities providing ample conversation as it happened. She was called Emma, divorced, had three children and worked as PA to a company director and had done for 19 years. After cursing the luck of the director in question, I was again drawn to her profile....19 years in a job? three children? I really had not done my homework had I? Further investigation put her at 43 years old. I had seen 19 year olds who could get no where near Emma in terms of physique. She was curvy but so slim and exquisitely toned, to the point where you could easily see her doing fitness modeling on the side. You could tell from one photo she kept her self active and in shape.

The conversation flowed, light and humorous, nothing sexual just easy banter about our different nationalities and chatting about our lives. Immediately I was drawn to the warmness of this woman, she was beautiful and sure of her self but not arrogant or cocky. She was clearly intelligent and successful and knew how to work for what she wanted. In terms of what I wanted, it was more.

As one week became two, and two became three, we were chatting on a nightly basis. My schedule involved getting in from work, logging on and chatting to Emma until midnight when she left work and went home. I would then drift off to sleep lamenting my bad luck and promising myself I wasn't falling for this beautiful woman who lived thousands of miles away and had a live in boyfriend. I could promise my self all I wanted but I was simply lying. I was in love. The moment she had sent me a face picture to add to the body I was smitten. A stunning broad smile with perfect teeth, and eyes so warm you just had to smile back despite the fact you were looking at a photo. Her medium length blonde hair, perfectly straight falling just passed her shoulders.

As the months drew on and the attraction became stronger, we discussed the 'ifs' and 'buts' regarding ever seeing one another. With her children, job and boyfriend it was impossible that she would ever come here so it was all on whether I would go to her. I had secured a new job with a very lucrative commission structure and was making a real success of it. My figures were as high as any one in the company but it was taking its toll. I was drained physically and mentally and decided to book a weeks holiday to visit the coast. As Friday came around, I hit my targets and clocked out at 12.30 with ten days of RnR ahead of me.

Sat in the traffic I was just so frustrated with life. I was successful but I would rather have not been and been close to Emma. In a haste I opened my phone as the traffic ground to a halt and began looking at flights to New Mexico just out of curiosity. Each one was upwards of 700. I scrolled down, about to close the page and scold my self for thinking of just upping and leaving for New Mexico on my own when I saw a last minute flight, leaving that evening at 7pm for 390 return. I clicked for details; in 12 hours I could be in the USA on holiday I thought, deep down I was thinking 15 hours and I could be in Emma's arms. That did it, I pulled over and whipped out my credit card, keyed in the details and as the confirmation came through my heart sank. What if she wasn't there? What if I couldn't get hold of her? What if she didn't want to see me? My positive streak took over convincing myself I would enjoy my holiday no matter what.

The next 19 hours were a blur, the packing, the airport and the flight. I had booked a nice hotel in quick time when I had got home and made sure I dropped Emma an e-mail saying I was flying to New Mexico for holiday and would she meet for coffee. I gave her the name of my hotel and was dreading not hearing from her.

As I drove from the airport I was looking out of the window, 10% of me taking in my surroundings, 90% of me looking to see if I could see Emma. A state with millions of people and typically English, I wonder if I will see her out and about randomly. Arriving at the hotel I checked in and arrived at my suite, it was incredible. I had stayed in hundreds of hotels before and never seen anything like this. The suite was split into two, a living area and a bedroom with an en-suite bathroom. The bathroom housed a beautiful circular stone bath in the middle with stunning marble sinks to the side. I left the bath and had a quick shower before my luggage would arrive, I hoped that it would be in my room by the time I had finished as speaking to people right now was low on my priority list.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, I shouted from the bathroom to come in but heard nothing. I turned the shower off and shouted again, still nothing. I hopped out and found there to only be a small towel on the rack and did my best to make it fit around me. I ran to the door cursing the bell boy for not just coming in and dropping my luggage off. As I opened the door, fully prepared with a sharp remark about ruining my shower, I was stopped dead in my tracks.

There, directly in front of me stood Emma, all 5'3in of her, a nervous smile on her beautiful face, and a bottle of Champagne in her delicate hands.

I instinctively took the Champagne from her as she backed me into the room, still not a word spoken between us. Her smile had now gone, replaced with a look of hunger, her gaze from my eyes to my torso.

As I backed in to the room I placed the Champagne on the table, my eyes never once leaving her slender frame. She was wearing a dark blue dress that fitted tightly to her waist and breasts, accentuating her large buxom and stunning behind. She leaned in and took my towel away from me, leaving me naked as the day I was born. I stopped and took a step back towards her, my lips searching for hers until they met in a moment of pure electricity. It was like all these weeks of all talk and no action meant the time for words was over, words were now obsolete and it was time for action.

My hands roamed her hips, her back and her neck. I held her face and kissed her hard, as she reached her hand to my now hard cock. She groaned as she grasped its thickness and began working my shaft slowly with her slender fingers. My fingers found the zip on the back of her dress and it dropped to the floor revealing her firm enhanced breasts pushed tightly together by a stunning black lace bra. The bottom half was equally spectacular with a pair of matching black French nickers framing her stunning bum perfectly. She looked so perfect, it was almost a shame I was going to have to remove them.

As I pushed Emma away from me she looked sad to be releasing my broad tool. She laid back, looking at me like an innocent kitten about to be ravished. I began kissing her body, making sure that if I never got to kiss her again, I would not have the regret of missing even an inch. My lips explored her neck, and down to the collar bone, her back arched as I found a sweet spot and she shivered. I lifted her slightly, my lips never leaving her body as I unhooked her bra and slid it down and away from her stunning breasts. My lips clamped her nipple as my free hand ran up and down her thighs. Occasionally I would release her nipple to run my tongue over it before swapping to the other breast. Her moans were now audible as I kissed down her navel, sliding off her knickers before I got to her thighs. We had waited this long and my patience was high, I was going to make her wait....I kissed passed her stunning pussy, her hair trimmed neatly into a thin strip as I got to her thighs and began kissing and stroking her legs up and down to within an inch of her entrance before moving away again to her disappointment.

After a few minutes my patience became thin and I could no longer resist the scent of her damp pussy. My lips honed in on their target and I began to flick her clit gently, building her up. Her moans grew and grew until I entered her with my fingers, sliding two inside her, her head fell backwards and her back arched as she writhed, allowing me deeper. My tongue began to flick faster as it matched the motion of my fingers angling upwards to find the soft, spongy texture of her G Spot.

'Baby, I have waited so long for this, don't stop, please don't I will come for you, I promise.' That was all the encouragement I needed. My hand and tongue went into overdrive, working her pussy like it had never been worked before.

'I'm coming hunny, ahhhhhhhhhh.' I slowed my rhythm as her entrance tightened around my fingers and her body spasmed, her beautiful pussy squirting its juices in to my waiting mouth. She took one long breath and pulled me up to her, tasting her own juices.

'I can't move, that was so amazing and just what I dreamed through our internet conversations.' With that she motioned me up towards her head and took my thick cock head in to her mouth.

'Mmmmm, it's even thicker than the photos, I am going to love making this tool my own.' She ran her tongue the entire length before doing the same on the other side leaving me begging for me.

'It's all yours. Use it all however you want.' I had completely submitted to her. A strong minded, athletic man in my mid 20s, I had succumbed to this beautiful blonde totally through only three licks of my stiff wand and I wanted more.

Emma readjusted her position and dropped her head down the length of my tool. Her eyes never left mine, as she explored my piece in its entirety.

'Baby, I will suck you dry. I want your come on my breasts, my face, down my throat and in my tummy, but right now, all I need is your seed inside my pussy, can you do that for me? Can you fill my holes like you promised me all those times?' I didn't need asking twice. I shuffled down the bed and raised Emma's supple legs over my shoulders. I lined up my cock with her entrance as she closed her eyes about to savor the full feeling she was about to enjoy.

I drove my cock firmly into her, filling her pussy like it needed. She gasped and moaned as she grabbed hold of my ass to pull me deeper. I began thrusting powerfully but not too quickly giving her my whole length and building her up. I was getting used to making love to such a beautiful woman and praying that I could live up to everything she deserved. After five minutes, I slipped out and rolled Emma on to her side. I pulled up behind her in a spooning position and slipped back inside her as she let out another gasp. I began to massage her breasts as we slowly made love and I kissed her neck. I whispered how much I looked forward to fucking her ass over the coming days and how she was my love, and I would not stop until she was fully satisfied. I told her how we were going to go toy shopping so she could be double penetrated by me. All of these stories were working her in to a frenzy.

My own orgasm wasn't far away and I began to feel a strong urge to fill this incredible woman with my seed. I flipped her on to all fours and entered her from behind, my sucked on my index finger to give it some moisture and dribbled some more into her ass for lube. Her moans were at their loudest as she felt me line my finger up with her ass and push into her gently. I began encouraging her how full she would feel with my cock in her ass and a toy in her pussy as we both went in to overdrive. I began fucking her hard, pulling her back onto me by my shoulders. Her perfect ass meeting me beautifully. Emma's orgasm ripped through her body sending her into spasm, her pussy clamped my cock as I released my finger from her ass. Her juices flooded down my cock and I managed only a handful of strokes before I pushed deep and unloaded my come deep inside her gorgeous pussy.

I kissed her back, savoring the dampness of her moist skin as I leaned over pulling her hair to the side to kiss the back of her neck as her head dropped to recover from our session. As we lay looking at one another, our fingers interlocking and our lips occasionally meeting, I knew this week would be the best of my life, but leaving her would be the hardest thing I would ever do.