I awoke with a start as something in my room made a noise - turning my head bleary with sleep I saw Emma, standing a few feet away, adjusting the front of her trousers. I suddenly realised that I was also very naked - the sheet having been thrown off in the night. I grabbed the sheet and what was left of my dignity, noticing the embarrassed flush on Emma's face.

"Hi Richard," Emma said "Sorry if I was disturbing, but I just wanted you to know I'm heading out for some breakfast stuff, and will pop into the office in town to collect some files. I'll be about an hour, so feel free to have a bath in the main bathroom, or if you want a shower then use my en-suite. Did you sleep long ... well?"

Was it my imagination or had Emma stammered over the "long"? I could feel I was semi-hard, but surely she wouldn't have seen from the doorway? I mumbled that I'd grab a shower, and Emma disappeared out, almost colliding with the door jamb. Had she seen me naked? Would she have seen my semi?

I heard the front door shut, and ligered a while in bed. To think that 24 hours ago I'd been in my flat in murky, wet Manchester, absorbed in the betrayal by Sian. Well, for accuracy's sake, 24 hours ago I'd been watching a porno, a range of mags spread over the bed, cock in hand having a wank over lovely Em. I'd fancied her for years, and being only in her mid-30s she was still hot as hell. Her tits were big, but firm, and if I was any judge they hadn't needed a bra this morning! I could feel my cock getting harder as I imagined if Emma had been looking at my cock - would she know that fully hard I was nearly 11 inches long and thicker than my wrist? Would she have fantasised about sucking me deep into her throat, giving me a tit-fuck? My cock rose before me, swelling harder as I wrapped my fist around it, giving a couple of pumps of my hand until it was at full stretch, foreskin stretched tight around the bulbous head ....

But I had to get up. Last thing I needed was my aunt dropping in again with this thing bobbing hugely in front of me. I grabbed the towel Emma had left for me, and made my way to her bedroom.

Emma's bedroom was light and airy, with a huge king size bed and moroccan lamps on all tables and hanging from the ceiling. The en-suite was lavish - Emma had made her money early in property and was living a good life here in North Africa. As I soaped my body under the steaming shower, images of Emma's body came to mind - no kids, so she'd still be tight, a great arse and of course those tits - this hard-on wasn't going anywhere!

Frustrated, I turned off the shower and dried myself off - seeing my cock in the mirror, still throbbing with desire. I stepped into Emma's bedroom, and I made my way to her bedside table. Bingo! Top drawer, vibrator - no real surprise. What was more of a surprise was that it was big, a black cock that must have been about 9 inches. I smiled at the thought of what she'd say if she caught a glimpse of me now, the vibrator in my hand dwarfed by my own hard cock. Putting it back in the drawer, I saw an envelope, and - shamelessly - opened it. Well, well! Pictures that would never grace the pages of a family album - Emma, nude, smiling into the camer and blushing. Then more daring - sat naked on a chair, then sat naked on a chair with her legs spread a beautifully shaven, tight pink pussy peeking out ... wow. My hand was on my cock as I looked longingly at each picture, the blood pounding in my ears, oblivious of everything ...

Oblivous even of Emma standing in the doorway, shopping bag in hand, her mouth a perfect O of surprise as she looked at my huge cock, hard as hell over pictures of her ...

TBC ....