1. The Unforgettable Jemima


    Date: 10/7/2017, Categories: Taboo, Author: footprint, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    Temptation got the better of him though. He went to the corner of the window and spied down on them, careful not to be noticed. His gaze took in Jemima, scanning every inch of her luscious body from head to toe. Those beautiful legs; the little bikini top covering her small but perky breasts; that long, curvy black hair that spilt over her shoulders like molten jet. A bulge had sprung up in his pants and he licked his dry lips. Sara said something about getting a drink and got up, disappearing from view. He edged a little closer to the window, being careful so as not to be seen. Her gaze was upward, but he couldn't tell exactly where she was looking because of the sunglasses. She couldn't see him, he was sure. But then, she slid a hand down her belly and under her bikini bottoms. “Fuck,” he breathed. She started to rub herself, pushing the bottoms down a little as she did. He caught sight of her black pubic hair. The bulge in his pants hardened, expanded. Did she know he was watching? Could she see him? He pulled back from the window, breathing fast. “Jesus,” he muttered, shaking his head. He heard sounds again, Sara returning to the garden. He daren't look again. *** Paul barely saw the girls again as the afternoon turned into evening and evening blurred into night. They'd been out for a takeaway earlier; he saw the remnant plastic containers left in the kitchen bin, and the smell of Chinese food had drifted through the house. He relaxed in his bedroom, watching an ...
    indistinct film before settling in his bed and preparing for sleep. His phone chimed with a message. Who's bothering me at this hour? he wondered, turning his bedside lamp on and picking up the phone. He didn't recognise the number, but the name he knew: Jemima. Are you awake ? she asked. He replied, yes . Then, how did you get this number? Copied it from Sara's phone when she wasn't looking. Naughty me. Before he knew what he was doing, he replied, yes you are so naughty. “Shit,” he whispered to himself. What am I doing?? You want me? she asked. A photo appeared in the conversation view. A selfie of her, but with just her head and shoulders visible, biting her lip suggestively. Fuck, you're beautiful, he thought for the twentieth time since meeting her only the day before. Paul scrutinized the photo. It had been taken in the kitchen, he realised. His fingers hovered over the on-screen keyboard as he contemplated his response. *** He never sent the response. Jemima, stood in only a tee shirt in the dark kitchen at midnight, was ready to give up on him when a figure appeared in the doorway, silhouetted in the darkness. “I knew you'd come,” she whispered. Paul flicked a light switch and two side lighters silently flickered to life, banishing the dark but only half lighting the room. He carefully closed the door behind him. It shut with a barely audible click . He walked up to her, his erection full and hard already. Perhaps, deep down, he'd known too that this was always going to ...
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