pre-date wanking session!

You looked at your clock and saw that it was only 7:30. With the food cooking and a half-hour left till her arrival, you were feeling a bit impatient. That’s when you spotted your camera sitting on the counter top. You consider whether or not you’ll have enough time to rub one out before deciding ‘fuck it’.

You grab your camera and run over to your computer. Quickly plugging it in, you open up the folder containing the photos and video from earlier today. Click by click you admire your work and the images of Emma in the various states of sex.

Slowly you started pumping your meet to the images, happy that you took high quality photos. What really allowed you to appreciate your work was when you got to the video. Eagerly you clicked play and watched as Emma Stone fucked her boyfriend on the beach all over again. The audio was shitty but the faint moans you could make out was more than enough to get you off.

Just as you’re on the cusp of blowing your load there’s a loud knock on the door. It causes you to jump in surprise and your cock immediately fires off like a canon. Another knock brings you to your senses and you look down to see your cock, hand and pants covered in goo.

“Fuck. Shitshitshit” you swear as you look around for some tissue.

You look at the clock and see Emma is five minutes early. “Just a second!” you call, trying to turn off your computer while cleaning yourself up. It takes a few more minutes of you bumbling about before you finally toss your bottoms into the hamper and pull on a pair of shorts, not having time to consider how ridiculous you look in shorts and a polo shirt.

When you open the door Emma is standing there with an annoyed look. “Is this your idea of playing hard to get?” before you can respond she looks at what your wearing and gives you an amused smirk. “I thought you said to dress nice.”

The level of embarrassment is through the roof but at least she took your words. Her blonde hair is done up with her bangs hanging just above her eyes. She’s wearing a loose one-piece dress with a belt at her waist to pull it close. The plunging neckline gives you a nice very of her modest cleavage as well.

“I wasn’t expecting you so early” is all you can manage to say.

Emma looks at her phone then back to you. “I’m only ten minutes early.”

“Ten minutes too soon.”

She’s quiet again as she looks at you curiously. You’re sure she knows you were up to something personal but if she does know, she doesn’t say it. Instead she merely shrugs and steps inside. “Are you always weary of people coming early?”

The question throws you off and being the actress that she is, her expression gives nothing away. You’re sure that there was a double meaning behind her comment and it only reaffirms your belief that she knows you were rubbing one out to her arrival. Nonetheless, you go along with it in good humor.

“Other people can if they like. Personally, I’m not a fan of it.”

“Well played, sir” she says smiling before frowning and giving you a stern look. “I promised myself I wouldn’t have fun on this date. That’s the last smile you’ll get from me.”

Again you can’t tell if she’s serious or teasing you but something tells you that this time she is at least semi-serious considering the reason she’s here. Either way you nod your head. “The living room’s over there, I’m going to put some proper pants on.”

“You do that” she replies, that twinkle in her eye.