<div class="floatleft">(https://imgur.com/WOAQMvG.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Emma Grey (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=337584.msg16026944#msg16026944)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Inside -> Guest Bedroom #2<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><del>Black jacket</del>,<del>Black top</del>, Black bra,<del>Belt</del>,<del>Jeans</del>, Black panties,<del>Sneakers</del>, A towel<br/><strong>Content Warning</strong>:<br/><strong>Optional</strong><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><hr/><br/>It might not have been the best idea for Emma to go wandering off into Izzy's house on her own. She had a vague idea of where she was supposed to be going in so much as she knew that her destination was 'upstairs.' In a house this size though, that didn't exactly narrow things down. How hard could it be to find the right room, right? Emma had all the drunk confidence in the world to back up that assumption.<br/><br/>So around the second story of Izzy's house Emma wandered. Her head poked into every door that she passed by, each room that she spied causing her to pause to drink in the decoration and really appreciate the gigantic gap between Izzy's wealth and her own. Eventually, she heard the faintest sound of voices and used them to guide her to where she was supposed to be.<br/><br/>In the hallway, Emma looked to her left and then to her right. Her lips scrunched up in thought. Which one of these was room one and which was room two? She kind of expected like a label or something -- like Izzy was running some kind of hotel and would have nailed a number onto each door. There had to be a way to figure out which handle to turn.<br/><br/>She wasn't trying to spy. Honest. Her ear was on one of the doors to figure out which one Rose was in so that she could go into the other. That's all it was. But then why did her heart beat so fast? Her fingertips touched the handle as she pressed her ear more firmly to the door. Her breath froze in her chest when she heard voices on the other side. Rose. Donavon. Diane. Everyone that had left before her was on the other side of the door but Emma could not make out the words that they were sharing. The tone of their voices disappointingly didn't have that urgency to it that people had during sex, though. They were talking, but not in the "Yes! Right there! Harder!" sort of way.<br/><br/>Emma rolled her lips and took a step back. The temptation to step inside was there. Emma felt something she usually didn't when she had touched Rose, part of her was curious to see if certain aspects of Donavon's body were proportional to his large frame, and she felt like the shy delivery girl was right on the verge of breaking out and doing something that Emma wouldn't want to miss. Still, Emma took another step away from the door. She wanted Jonathan more than all that. There was chemistry between them, and Emma thought that maybe there might be more to it. Fucking someone probably wasn't the best way to sort through and figure out complicated emotions, but it was definitely the most fun way.<br/><br/>Emma turned on her heel and went through the door to the second room. She hugged the towel draped over her shoulders a little tighter to herself. As far as bedrooms went, this was easily in Emma's top five -- and it was a<em>guest</em>bedroom. Fuck, being rich must be awesome.<br/><br/>Left to her own devices until someone else showed up, Emma started slowly shuffling around the room. Her first thought was that Izzy<em>must</em>have known what her bedrooms would be hosting on a night like this. If the rest of the party was anything to go by, then that meant that Izzy went through the trouble of making sure that her guests had everything that they needed to have a good time. Naturally, this led Emma to curiously pull on the drawer of the nightstand. All the fun stuff went into the nightstand. And Izzy didn't disappoint.<br/><br/>Emma first pulled out a bottle of water-based lubricant and set it on top of the nightstand. She felt confident that it wouldn't be necessary with Jonathan, but it never hurt. Next, she fished out a box that was roughly the length of her forearm and turned it over in her hand. "<strong><em>Oh</em>.</strong>"<br/><br/>Emma wasted little time in pulling the flap of the box open and letting the white wand fall into her hand. The little paper of instructions and warnings that fell out behind it ended up getting kicked somewhere near the bed -- because let's be real, who<em>really</em>reads those? Her thumb clicked one of the blue buttons and Emma was greeted with a pleasant hum that she stopped with another click. Who knew that the real party was waiting up here all along?<br/><br/>Terrible thoughts began to form in Emma's head. How hot would it be if Jonathan walked in on her making herself ready for him? They only had fifteen minutes anyway, right? Who could blame a girl for wanting to get a headstart in that situation?<br/><br/>Emma didn't get started though. Not yet. Her legs found the bed and she walked to the middle on her knees. There, she turned so that she could watch the door. She sank, the curve of her ass almost an exact match to the shape of the angled feet that she rested on. The towel still covered most of her torso. Strands of wet hair clung to her back and shoulders. Her soaked underwear grew increasingly cold against the air, eliciting a shiver from the woman waiting on the bed. Emma could have stripped to save Jonathan the trouble later, but she relished the idea of Jonathan peeling the last of her clothing off of her so that she could see his eyes when he finally had her naked in front of him. The toy rested near her thigh. Emma wanted Jonathan to see it. She wanted him to have his revenge the stunt she had pulled in the pool.<br/><br/>All Emma could do now was wait.