Operation: Tempt Me

by Christina James

  “Not gonna find yourself a fella around here since they’re all moving to the city.”

  She laughed as another matchmaking session began. “Not looking for a fella, sir.”

  “Girl needs to have a man around the house. Don’t you get lonely all the way out on that farm by yourself?”

  This was the problem with living where you grew up. Everyone knew your business. Especially in a small town like White Cap Creek. Privacy just wasn’t really an option. “Not at all. I’m very busy with my roses and my horses.” And writing erotic emails to Finn.

  “Well, to each his own I suppose,” he stated simply as he handed her the change with her receipt. “You have a nice day for yourself, you hear?”

  She accepted the two brown paper bags he handed her. “Thank you. I will.”

  After finishing the last of her errands, Emma drove through town on her way home. Suddenly the charming scene that she had so much enjoyed on the ride in only made her sad now. It was obvious how happy the mothers pushing their strollers and the couples walking hand in hand were. The smiles on their faces said it all. Emma wanted a part of that. She just didn’t know how to get it. And Mr. Langston was right. There were not many eligible men in White Cap Creek. The ones that were left were more than likely already planning to leave to chase careers that would take them away from what generations of families had helped build.

  Emma Shields was no quitter but, damn, she felt like running from this town as fast as she could. That would make no sense since she’d only end up right back here. This was where her heart was even if her thoughts were oversees with a man she’d never meet.

  ****

  Night fell silently around Emma’s farm. The cool night air seemed a stark difference from the warm spring afternoon. Emma leaned against the porch railing, wrapped in her knit sweater, old T-shirt and jeans, and sipped a steaming mug of tea. Somewhere in the woods a creature made a shrieking noise. The sound wasn’t scary, just something that went with the territory along with a thousand other noises that stirred the otherwise silent night. Looking out over her fields, Emma felt a sense of pride having kept the farm in her family.

  Why wouldn’t anyone want to live here? The air was fresh and clean. The weather was bearable and all four seasons paid a visit every year. Crime was practically non-existent. Neighbors were like family. But loneliness was abundant for those like her that lived farther away from the heartbeat of town. It had never bothered her before and she had a sneaking feeling why it was bothering her now.

  Finn. He’d shown her what it was like to have constant male attention, even if it were only in the form of erotic emails. She closed her eyes and could almost feel his arms wrap around her and pull her against his hard body. She could almost feel the pleasures he promised. Could feel his warm breath against her neck, while his hands explored her body with exquisite caresses. She sighed for the lack of intimacy she yearned so much for. Craving something that much couldn’t be healthy.

  Her body hummed like a stick of dynamite waiting to ignite. The power was there, but only when the fuse was lit would it be useful otherwise it was just pent up energy. Fantasizing would surely drive her insane, but she loved how she felt when her imagination envisioned her in Finn’s arms. How many times had he described just how he wanted to fuck her? He had promised to taste every inch of her skin, running his tongue along her body and leaving wet kisses in its path. The thought made her shudder with excitement. She pulled her sweater tighter around her. He made her hungry for him. Hungry for his damn touch.

  No matter what they talked about, Emma wanted it all. Every position he’d described to her, how he’d bend her over and fuck her from behind, fuck her against the wall, spank her ass until it glowed. Oh God, when had a spanking ever turned her on? She had to admit that she fantasized about Finn’s powerful arms holding her over his knees when she refused to send him pictures. She laughed because a spanking from Finn would be the ultimate sexual experience for her, being at his mercy, having him soothe her punished bottom, while whispering sweet words in her ear and holding her tight before he fucked her brains out.

  Oh God, she needed to take the sweater off. Her body heated too quickly whenever she thought of Finn.

  She looked up into the night sky dotted with stars and sighed, sadness consuming her as it had for the past few days. Where the hell was he? Why hadn’t he gotten in touch with her? He had always emailed routinely, almost every day, if not a couple times a day with a few sentences to tell her he was thinking of her or what he was doing for work that day. It was natural for her to get used to that routine. How she wished she had given him her phone number so he could call her like he wanted to. She longed to hear his voice. She already knew it’d be deep and strong. But she’d resisted because that would just make her little white lie even more complicated. It would just bring Finn closer to discovering the truth about her, that she was a fake.

  Emma stomped back into the house and sat in front of her computer. Her heart sank, a dull ache settling into the middle of her chest when she clicked on her inbox. No new emails had arrived since she’d checked fifteen minutes ago.

  No problem. If he didn’t want to email her any more then that was fine with her. After all, he had never promised her anything but fantasy. A fantasy that she had chose to live in for far too long. She no longer wanted his emails staring at her when she logged on, so she created a file and began transferring them. One particular email caught her eye and she couldn’t help re-read it, remembering how it had changed their friendship from acquaintance to something neither of them knew how to explain.

  My naughty Emma, oh the dreams I had of you last night. It took me an hour to fall asleep after reading how you would suck my cock. I swear I felt your mouth cover my dick as I read your words. My balls ached so badly. I closed my eyes and stroked until I shot my load onto my stomach, imagining how it would feel shooting my cum deep into your mouth. Watching as your little tongue lapped my cum from your lips. Do you know what you do to me you little tease? You drive me wild, so wild that I can’t stop thinking about bending you over and entering that hot, slick pussy from behind. I want to feel my cock slide into your heat. Then I want to hear you scream my name, begging me to let you come. Would you come hard for me, Emma? I wonder how your juices will cover my cock as I thrust deep inside you. I dream of running my tongue through that bare pussy, licking at your sweetness collecting on your swollen lips. I want to taste you, baby. Oh hell yeah. I want to taste you over and over and over. Would you like that? Want to feel my tongue fuck that hot pussy? Sweet, sweet, Emma. I’m gonna spank you for making me crave you. That sweet little ass of yours will soon feel the sting of my hand and you’ll love each spank. I promise. Think of me Emma. Want me like I want you. Sweet dreams, baby girl.

  Finn

  Emma’s body hummed in so many places that she shook. Logging off the laptop was the easy part. Walking to her bedroom was the hard part as her pussy throbbed with a need greater than she’d ever known. She stripped and dressed in her satin lilac nightgown. So what if she slept alone. Why couldn’t she feel sexy while she dreamt of Finn?

  She crawled under her blankets before opening her nightstand and removing her vibrator. Her heart was already pounding. Since she’d started IM’ing Finn and divulging her erotic desires, the slender pink plastic toy had gotten more use than ever before. She made sure to keep a decent amount of batteries in stock.

  Closing her eyes, Emma sank onto her pillow, using her fingers to pull the edge of her nightgown up to her belly and imagining it was Finn’s rough fingers baring her. Once she pulled her panties down far enough to access her clit, she envisioned Finn’s hard body moving over hers like he promised. Her fingers gripped the long, slender vibrator, positioning it over her clit before turning it on. With the vibrations massaging her tender nub, she squeezed her eyes and gasped at the sensations rocking through her pussy.

  The first touch of the wand was always the most sensual as it came in conta
ct with her sensitive skin. The pulse from the wand’s motion roared over her exposed clit, awakening even more need, and her hips automatically inched upward to meet the buzzing rod. Just the sound alone, the loud, constant humming, placed her senses on high alert. Her body knew what to expect as the vibrator edged closer to her pussy until it made contact with her clit and the need to come built with every second. The heavy ache deep within her pussy was never immediately alleviated by the first touch of the vibrator, as should be expected from such a powerful jolt on tender flesh.

  The humming of the vibrator matched her ragged breaths, her body tensed, edged on by the sounds of pleasure. She concentrated on keeping the toy against her clit even as she wanted to yank it away, the sensation almost too much to bear as she awaited her release. She wasn’t completely sure if an orgasm was even possible tonight. The building climax seemed more than she could handle as her mind begged for her to come. Is this how it would be with Finn? An all consuming mindless bliss?

  Her juices flowed freely over her bare pussy lips, coating them in thin, slick moisture. That was also another luxury she had afforded herself since Finn entered her life. Even though she had to drive an hour to the closest day spa, Emma consistently kept her monthly appointment for an intimate waxing. It didn’t matter that only she saw the results, but her soft, bare pussy lips made her feel feminine and sexy. In her mind, in her fantasies, Finn was enjoying the results as well.

  Enduring thirty minutes of torture once a month as the hot wax was applied then ripped off to create the perfect Brazilian was well worth it. Those first hours while her abused skin healed, she would soothe herself with soft caresses over her bare mound. She imagined coming home to Finn kissing her pussy until she forgot all about the pain and only remembered the pleasure his mouth brought.

  Emma angled the vibrator hard against her clit, immediately causing her hips to buck, lifting her butt off the bed. The blankets had long since fallen off, and she sprawled half naked in the middle of her bed. Quick spasms rolled over her pussy lips like a roller coaster of pleasure. She could feel her explosion so close as she imagined Finn ramming his cock deep into her cunt, caressing her vaginal muscles and claiming her as his. Soon, he’d brand her with his hot seed as he emptied his release deep inside her heated pussy. It didn’t matter that she’d only experience this wild intimacy in her fantasies, at least she had that much.

  She gasped, tossed her head side to side, and fought against the rising urge to remove the vibrator from her clit, the intensity almost unbearable. Almost. This was one orgasm she needed more than air. Her body felt feverish, like flames surrounded her, bathing her in their heat until her skin glowed in a fine sheen of perspiration. Her nipples ached and begged for attention she couldn’t give them, needing teeth clamping onto them, tugging them with gentle yet firm jerks. Through one very descriptive email, Finn had taught her the fine art of how to pinch her nipples to mimic the way his teeth would tug on them so the pain blurred into pleasure, the pull on her nipples directly responsible for her pussy swelling in anticipation of a cock or dildo. Now, after months of erotic masturbation, her body was programmed to be greedy with every attempt at an orgasm. Her fingers or vibe may have worked her clit to reach orgasm, but every inch of her body was aware of the pleasure to come.

  Holding the vibrating wand to her clit, Emma’s hips shot off the bed again and she screamed, “Finn! Oh, Finn!”

  The orgasm shattered her fragile control. Tremor after tremor snaked through her body, easing the tension in her pussy but building it in her heart. She yanked the wand away from her throbbing clit, the spasms gripping her pussy like fiery whips. What kind of fool fantasizes about a man she could never have? To Finn, she was a totally different woman, one made from lies of well-meaning friends. It was an image she couldn’t live up to and one that Finn lusted over. Every one of her instincts had warned her about going along with such a devious scheme. Disgusted with herself, Emma crawled from the bed, pulled her panties up, and adjusted her nightgown, the silk so smooth against her skin. She walked into the bathroom adjacent her bedroom and washed the vibrator under warm, soapy water then dried it.

  One glance at her reflection in the mirror showed just how affected she was by her orgasm. Her face was flushed. Her lungs fought for air as she breathed deep to regain a normal rhythm. Her skin was damp with her efforts to reach orgasm. All thanks to one man at the center of her fantasies.

  Walking back to her room, Emma tossed the vibrator back into the nightstand, climbed back into bed, and turned off the light.

  With her pussy still pulsing from her orgasm and her body still warm, she kept the blankets off and snuggled into her over-stuffed pillow. Laying in her pretty nightgown, alone, Emma closed her eyes and dreamt of Finn, dreamt of a man who would forever only be a fantasy.

  ****

  Morning came too soon. Emma had tossed and turned so much during the night that her body felt like it had been through a wrestling match. Of course, she had dreamt of rolling over her bed with Finn, his body hard and firm against hers. So, it’s no wonder she’d tossed and turned.

  Emma considered her full morning as she walked to the kitchen to start coffee. Walking across the hallway’s hardwood floor, down the stairs, the icy sting of the cold wood shocked her feet. While the heat was programmed to automatically turn on at five-thirty, it was only five so she first stopped at the thermostat to override the commands to get the chill out of the house.

  Rubbing her arms with her hands, Emma yawned and stretched before starting the coffee pot. Her kitchen was a decent size, large enough for the six-burner stove and butcher-block table that seated eight. She laughed. For a woman who lived alone, she sure had an abundance of appliances and furniture. Still, she liked to believe that one day the house would be filled with laughing kids and lots of friends and family.

  The canary yellow she had painted the walls last fall really brightened up the room. Now, as she inhaled the smell of freshly perked coffee, she looked out the window overlooking her backyard. In a few more weeks, she’d plant her vegetable garden but not until after the threat of frost was past. She was grateful her dad had taught her when she was a young girl how to can jams and veggies. Now she had a family tradition to pass on to her children some day.

  Filling a large mug with coffee, sugar and cream, Emma sipped the hot liquid and sighed. She loved her morning coffee and was a bear without it. She didn’t have the willpower not to check her email, even though she felt foolish waiting for Finn when it was obvious that he was either too busy to write or maybe had grown bored with her. She didn’t want to think about how depressing life would be if she no longer had Finn’s emails to spice up her otherwise plain life.

  After her second cup, she walked to her bedroom to dress for the unavoidable trip to deliver Mrs. Galway’s special order of roses. Emma wondered who the mystery man was to make such an effort to get his special woman the best roses he could find. She sighed. What it must feel like to have a man so completely infatuated and go out of his way to please you.

  Opening her Maplewood armoire, Emma chose an old pair of jeans that were comfortably worn. They, along with a grey short-sleeve shirt, would do for her first chore—feeding the horses. Standing naked in front of the mirror, she had to admire her body. While she had no regular exercise regimen and actually detested any kind of physical fitness program, she kept in shape with the multitude of tasks she was responsible for on her farm. Holidays and sick days didn’t mean the work took a hiatus. Roses needed to be watered, horses fed and groomed.

  So the slender body reflected back in the antique oval looking glass was toned and trim. She laughed as she stepped into pink lace panties and matching lace bra. Even if no one else would see her under-things, she felt sexy and feminine while she did her sweaty chores.

  Before sitting on the king-sized four-poster bed, Emma pulled the comforter up over the messed up sheets from her restless night’s sleep. She detested making the bed, doing laundry or the d
ishes, and all household chores. She would much rather be mucking a stall or brushing the horses than being stuck in the house. But since she lived alone, those chores wouldn’t do themselves so she just sucked it up and did them.

  She quickly laced her dark drown work boots and grabbed her jacket from the floor in the corner of the room. Wrapping her long hair into a ponytail, she walked out the front door toward the horse barn. Once she fed the horses then she’d have to take the trip into town to Mrs. Galway’s. Despising another match-making session by the well-meaning but annoying old woman, Emma sighed and prayed Mrs. Galway wouldn’t disregard Emma’s wishes and have the Sanders boy at the shop or, worse, have the unknown stranger waiting around while she brought his roses. Praying the old woman wouldn’t stoop so low as to trick Emma into meeting some guy who was obviously already interested in another woman since he was ordering special roses, Emma shook her head and sighed. Emma was prepared though. She couldn’t defend herself against another ambush, but she was prepared for today.

  Strategy. Emma needed a damn good one.

  The morning dew wet the grass as Emma trudged through the field to the horse pen. The sun was rising, casting its yellow tint over everything. Emma squinted against the bright rays breaking over the trees. It seemed like only yesterday that she’d run through these grounds and the surrounding woods as a pig-tailed kid, more tomboy than princess. She swallowed hard to fight the knot forming in her throat. Now wasn’t the time to think about all she’d lost at such a young age and how her father tried to be everything for her.

  When she’d lost her mom at seven, Emma didn’t think she’d be able to live without her. But Daddy needed her, so she learned to be strong for him. And now Emma was envious of her own father for finding love again when Emma couldn’t even be honest with her cyber-lover, leading him to believe she’s something she’s not.