Emma Chambers was what we used to call a bottle blonde, she was also a
three time divorcee and one time widow, and was the wrong side of fifty but she
filled a sweater very well indeed and her bum was tailor made for tight jeans
which I’m pleased to say she wore on a regular basis and she occupied them to
maximum effect.
In addition to her assets she had the added attraction of when you got
in close proximity of her, she smelt incredible.
It was Emma who was the reason that Mark and Sue Aldridge and the well
filled sweater were at Clayton Manor Hotel for the murder mystery weekend in
the first place, it was something that appealed very much too both the women
though not so much to him.
Even if it was up Marks street, it was far too rich for his blood, which
was why the merry widow stumped up the cash.
He and Sue had known Emma for some time and they often went on trips and
outings together, it suited him very well as the women entertained each other,
leaving him free to entertain himself, usually of the Golf course.
Also, on these outings he was often preoccupied with his ponderings over
whether the contents of Emma’s sweater were real and what her natural hair
colour was.
On the Saturday night Emma had too much to drink and had to retire early
but Sue was enjoying the entertainment far too much and didn’t want to miss the
conclusion to the mystery so it was left to Mark to help Emma to her room.
All weekend Mark had taken every opportunity to enjoy the view of her
goodies as she had been wearing her customary jeans and a sweater but as he
guided her along the corridor to her room on Saturday night she was wearing a
dress and as he struggled with her through the fire doors there was every
chance she might fall out of it.
He propped her up against the wall as he used her key card to open the
door, once he got her through the door to the room however, she suddenly
regained her senses and pounced on him, taking him completely by surprise and
knocking him backwards onto the bed.
As he lay on the bed like an upturned turtle desperately trying to get
back to his feet he looked up at her and she gave him a leery smile before
jumping on the bed and straddling him.
“What’s going on?” Mark asked “you can’t do this”
“Stop complaining” Emma ordered “I’ve seen the way you look at me when
you think nobodies looking”
And she planted a wet alcohol tasting kiss on his mouth which silenced
his protests, and as her tongue poked and probed around his mouth, he grabbed
her ample buttocks with both hands.
Emma took this action as a sign of submission, so she sat up and
unzipped the back of her dress and let the front fall away.
By the time Mark left the room he knew the contents of her sweater were
indeed all hers and that she was naturally brunette.
When he got back to the drawing room, he found Sue sitting and talking
to one of the actors.
“Have you seen to her?” Sue asked
“Yes dear” He replied “you can consider her seen to”
“Thanks darling” she said and kissed his cheek. “You’re a good husband”
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