All Sinners, Even in the Past Chapter 2
While studying in college and later working as a forester for two years in state forests, I hardly ever came across Emma. There was an exception at the Christmas party that I just described.
During a short vacation at home, Helmut showed me the hunting grounds he had recently acquired - a significant investment. His business had thrived, transforming it into the largest building company in the region.
However, by the time of my visit, which turned out to be quite consequential for me, Helmut was no longer alive. He met his end during a hunt for a trophy chamois buck, slipping and falling off a 30-meter rock cliff.
Upon completing my qualification, I took up a job as a Forester Assistant on a large estate, operated by an aristocratic family, near the Bohemian border. Being far away from my childhood home and experiencing little reason to return, I hadn't seen my family in over two years.
One day, I decided to take some time off and travel back home on my motorcycle. Without stopping for fuel or coffee, I covered over four hundred kilometers to reach my family's house.
Upon arriving, I excitedly walked into the kitchen, only to find my parents and Kate. Her two-year-old son, Toni, was terrified and holding on to her. However, after some laughter, everyone welcomed me back home. Little Toni also warmed up to me.
Kate suggested we go out to Emma's house for dinner with her and her husband Hannes that evening. She was dropping off Toni with my parents for the night.
I decided against it, preferring to spend my first night back home with them.
The following morning, Kate stopped by to pick up Toni and informed me that Emma was displeased that I couldn't make it the previous night. To make up for it, she invited me over for another dinner the next night.
Kate playfully offered to call Emma to give her my response, as my parents did not have a phone.
Pleased, flattered, and curious, I agreed.
I rode to Emma's villa and rang the doorbell. Within seconds, she opened the door and welcomed me with a warm hug.
She told me it had been ages since she had seen me and that she was delighted to see the grown-up version of me, looking like a hunky forester.
Just before leading me into the dining room, she kissed me on the lips, leaving me both flustered and aroused.
In the living room, Emma had arranged an extravagant spread of cold cuts, cheeses, savories, and different types of bread on a large coffee table. The setting had been carefully designed for two, with two candles illuminating the silver bucket containing an open bottle of champagne, resting on ice.
She guided me to sit on the long divan along one wall, where I felt extremely young and unworthy amidst the luxury and the meal she had prepared.
Nervously, I apologized for my attire: a flannel shirt and cotton slacks. I explained that I didn't bring my formal attire with me and that there wasn't much I could have brought on my motorcycle.
Despite my apology, she remained kind and told me to relax, offering to pick something else for me to wear.
Enveloped in mourning attire, she was striking yet intimidating to me in her sophisticated grace. Tall boots with high heels complemented her legs, leading up to the curvaceous roundness of her posterior. She donned a sleeveless, silk blouse, form-fitting and buttoned to her neck. Compared to previous memories, her cropped hair only highlighted her delicate, lively countenance.
Emma knelt beside me at the dining table. Her face flushed as she beamed, "You're dressed just fine, Tom. If I appear too stuffy, I can always change."
Her fingers slowly unfastened her blouse's top button. She chuckled, "Say when, Tom."
The following buttons were unfastened, each with a smile. On the last button, hovering at the neuronic intersection of her breasts, she paused, laughing, "Shall I proceed now...? You seem quiet... I guess I'll keep a little bit dressed... Especially for our meal."
As she leaned over for the glasses and champagne, her open blouse drew my attentive eyes to her almost fully exposed, braless bosom.
While still on her knees, she shifted between my legs, offering me my glass. When lifting hers, her blouse slid off a shoulder, exposing an unrestrained tit. Her fingers briefly brushed her erect nipple, then giggled, "To you, Tom... and to us spending tonight together!"
After downing our beverages in one thirsty gulp, Emma introduced her lips onto mine with an intoxicating kiss. Our tongues swirled in a mesmerizing dance, entwined within an intimate embrace. When breaking the kiss, her palpable breath burned in my nostrils as I recognized the inevitability of more than kissing.
Emma rose and, hesitantly, pulled her blouse over her tit that I had been unable to touch. Then, before laying next to me, she refilled the glasses.
Emitting a humorous grin, she raised the glass. "Let us cherish our meal. After all, I invited you here for supper, Tom. I wouldn't want to leave you famished."
Eating and drinking, we discussed and laughed - a carnality not quite like a Roman orgy.
My gaze remained fixed on her admirable attributes as Emma leaned and twisted on the pillow. Her breasts threatened to spill free, incessantly teasing my vision.
She enjoyed my voyeuristic evaluation and reciprocated with watching the swelling bulge in my trousers.
In our casual conversation, I referred to my girlfriend, the daughter of my boss. Instruction instantly transformed to questioning, an unspoken hand caressing my thigh.
She inquired about Erika's age and appearance, asking if she was lovely and enticing... and did I also display desire for her in the same way I now had for her... Emma paused and snickered, revealing her breasts again. "Are Erika's tits as alluring as mine? Does she relish displaying and having them touched? How often do you make love, kiss, caress each other... and do you intercourse?"
I, apprehensive of shattering the sensual atmosphere, feigned a neutral response, uttering short, unnecessary details, and avoided divulging the pitiful truth of my stumbling partnership with a reserved maiden, affectionately pushing me.
Finally, as Emma closed in for another raunchy kiss, I firmly pulled her back onto the sofa. I gasped, "Erika is not like you!... No woman I've met or known could be compared... Even during that casual, mysterious event at the Christmas party where you displayed your sensuality... I kept watching you... here...dressed in that bewitching oriental dress."
"Did you like that dress, Tom?... Why?"
"You seemed like a fairytale princess in it... mystical... exquisite! I wouldn't have deemed it sexually appealing then... But God, you were the sexiest woman I've ever encountered."
She reminisced, "You've not witnessed me wear that dress how it was intended. At the Christmas party, I wore the largest bra and panties I could find, tempting Helmut... Knowing you watched, I felt stimulated... and tantalized!"
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Her eyes twinkled as she remarked, "When that bra and panties couldn't contain them, the dress gaped open, exposing my breasts."
Intriguing me with her halfway undressed stature, she winked, "And, you turned me on during that occasion."
Her remark kindled a spark within, illuminating the truth that Erika could not hold a candle to a spectacular woman like Emma.
"Hey, let's try out one of my fancy dresses again, just for you? I have a few stored away in my closet. It'll be a blast - I haven't worn them in years!"
Rather than waiting for a response, Emma immediately gave me a quick kiss before rushing off to her room. Quickly clearing the coffee table from the center of the room, she turned on the lamps that were sitting in the corners.
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