Dan and Emma have a nice Day and next Morning a new Show for Dan

After my phone call with my wife, I put on something comfortable and went to the canteen. By this time most of them had either already left or had not yet fallen out of bed. I saw Emma sitting at a table and she waved to me in a good mood. Should I really sit with her? She was wearing a simple white dress, held on her shoulders by two thin straps. The straps of the bra were clearly visible. Do not think about her breasts! I cursed myself inwardly and imagined my wife's small, soft breasts. It was just the right size for one hand. A good, solid cup size A. Emma, on the other hand, was quite probably C.

"Hey, Dan., Slept well?" she asked me and put a coffee that she had served. "Strong and black?" she grinned, and I beamed.

"My life saver. I already had one in my room, but it wasn't very warm." I said, almost biting my tongue.

"Well. If you like it hot, come and visit me! I have an excellent coffee maker. I've got a great coffee machine, I've got a room with the best espresso machine in the hotel," she grinned with a wink and I tried to ignore the ambiguity of her words. She certainly didn't mean what I had heard.

"Thanks for the offer. Maybe I'll come back to it. Except for the coffee machine, I'm more satisfied with my flat than I am with mine. It's much better than last years."

"You're welcome." She just smiled and winked at me as she sipped coffee.

"You got me this flat? Why?" I asked in amazement and she smiled gently.

" Simply Dan. Because I like you and because you helped me in a difficult time. Well. At least in the short phase when I admitted to myself that I needed help. But mainly because I don't want one of the other guys hanging in the window watching me do yoga," she said casually, and my heart slipped into my pants as I cleared my throat embarrassed and she grinned at me teasingly. "Right Dan?"

"Uh... I..." I stammered as she put her hand on mine and said softer.

"Dan. All right! I don't mind when it' s you! First, you're married and secondly, we're friends. But the thought of someone like Bill standing there wanking while watching me..." she shook in disgust and I understood what she meant. Bill was our company pig as far as women were concerned and had more than one complaint on his leg. Many of our women had already put him on the blacklist. What bothered me most about Bill was that he worked with my wife's museum and advised her on certain things. However, I had heard from Ria that he was rather reserved outside the company. Maybe he was just playing the tough guy with us. My wife had once called him a whisk and gave him a wide berth.

"yeah... I guess... but..." I sighed.

"Dan. It's okay. Of course, if I'd known you were gonna be watching, I might have changed my clothes." She grinned cheekily and just as I was about to have a drink she grinned cheekily and winked. "That little silver swimming costume?"

Heavens. I almost spat coffee in her face. My face had to look so droll at this point that Emma started to laugh out loud. She was still making jokes about my face when Bill showed up. As if we were talking about the devil.

"Hey, boss baby. Today is the partner program at noon. What do you think about doing it with me! We could get to know each other better and for all I know you're back on the market."

Emma's laughter died immediately, and my good mood was gone too. What a pig this guy was. Emma was in trouble. I could see that at once. In her position, she couldn't answer the way she would have liked to, and she was never very good at saying no.

"Sorry, Bill. Too late." I just said that, and they both looked at me in amazement.

"Huh? What do you want with the Dan. You're married!"

"Right." I said it calmly and took a sip of coffee. "And that's why I offered to let Emma play the games with her, so she wouldn't be **** into a group with some assholes."

"Assholes?" he asked and, as always, made a show of his big pants in front of women. But I was sure that I didn't have to fear him in any way. He was just a muzzle no more. I put the cup down slowly and looked up at him.

"Right. Assholes. Do you have a problem with that Bill?" I asked and put on my tough poker face. A brawl would get us both in trouble, I knew that. Not even Emma would be able to protect me, but I was sure Bill would turn tail. And as expected, he caved.

"Do what you want. There are other chicks," he said furiously and left us both standing. Now that the pressure was gone I exhaled with relief. Emma looked at me with big eyes and I noticed that she had been holding her breath the whole time.

"Taking a breath." I just grinned and she blinked briefly and started breathing again.

"Dan!" she just said, and I tried not to rock it up any more and took a sip of coffee.

"Yeah?"

She just looked at me and understood I didn't want to make a big deal out of it and just smiled. "I'll repay you!" she just said and then smiled. "By filling up your coffee!" she laughed and for the next few minutes we amused ourselves as Bill rebuffed one woman after another.

"So... what was the plan for this community toy?" I asked uncertainly, and Emma just smiled at me.

"Don't worry. It's just the usual games that you can't miss at an event like this!

"Oh, wonderful. How I'm looking forward to it!"

"What? You're not looking forward to being tied up with your boss?" she laughed, alluding to the infamous three-legged race. When she noticed the look on my face, she laughed so infectiously that even I had to start laughing.

We spent the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon playing the games and having a great time. We didn't win, but it was still very funny and when we could do our own things again at 4 o'clock we spent the time together in the garden of the hotel and had a nice day. It was good to see them laugh like that again. We even made fun of Bill, which normally wasn't their thing, but today it was probably an exception.

"Dan." She suddenly said something insecure.

"What is it?"

"I start my... exercise tomorrow at nine!" she said, then scurried away. As fast as she said it, as fast as she ran away. Had she just asked me to watch her training again? All evening I thought about these words. What could I do. When I lay in bed in the evening I was convinced that I would not accept her offer!

But when I got up the next morning, my first thought was to go straight to the window to make sure I didn't miss anything. Apparently, I was on time because I could see Emma coming up on the roof. She looked at my window first and I imagined that she smiled when she saw me. She was still wearing a long coat, which she now stripped off, and this time she wore a little more. However, this "more" of clothes was not necessarily better than the underwear from yesterday. She was wearing spandex pants that shimmered in a deep black. She also wore a kind of belly top that covered her firm breasts tightly. The top was in contrast silver-metallic. It ran over her breasts up to her neck and did not reveal any details, but just like the sports pants it was so close to her body that it was more like a second skin. When she looked up at me I raised my hand and pointed to the coffee cup. Then I watched as she started doing her yoga exercises. For almost thirty minutes I stood on my balcony and watched as she made her movements slowly and provocatively. I was under a spell. I followed her every move and admired her flawless body. I wondered what it would be like if we were not sitting so far apart. But after a while she stood up and stretched herself. She stood there with her legs apart and stretched her hands far above her head. Then she stretched slightly backwards and that all while she turned her chest towards me. Through these movements she presented her incredible body to me and I almost felt as if she was making such movements just for me. As if she enjoyed moving before my eyes and offering me her body. Finally, she went to a metal bar and started dancing. I had no idea how flexible she really was, and I had never been a friend of a woman dancing on a pole before. But when I watched Emma push her body around the pole wall, her thighs against it, and press the pole against her ass, there was something incredibly exciting. She kept looking up at me and checking to see if I was still watching. She positioned herself so that the pole was between the two of us, and then swung a leg around it. Then she pressed herself firmly against the bar and moved up and down. It almost looked like she was being fucked off the pole. Her firm breasts pressed against the cold metal and I was sure that if she was naked she would have given the pole a nice titty fuck. An incredible performance.

Ria had beautiful breasts, but it wasn't enough for a good titty fuck and besides, she had never been a friend of such things. There were just things she didn't like in bed. Her ass was still a virgin and no matter how many times he tried, she was adamant.

But how he would love to feel what it was like to really fuck a woman in the ass. Or what it was like to slip his cock between two firm breasts and fuck those hot tits. Sure, that Emma couldn't see much more than his head he started jerking his cock while Emma danced for him on the pole.