Suzette

This is a story of what was and what could have been.

Suzette worked with my mom at the university where I was a 3

rd

year student.

She was 22, tall (taller than me) and absolutely gorgeous. Big blue eyes, a really wide, generous, slightly crooked smile. Her dress was usually professional and modest, but there was no hiding her pert small breasts, large curvy ass and sleek, long, powerful legs.

She was an interesting mix of shy and yet friendly and engaging. I really enjoyed chatting with her, even though we had little in common -- she of a conservative, church-going Afrikaans background, and me a computer-geek / Wiccan hippie, long hair, barefoot with crystals round my neck!

Her desk was near the main door, so I passed her whenever I came to see mom.

One day, as I was walking out, I turned to see her smiling at me, and realised "God! I want to kiss this woman!" The thought was so shocking that I paused for a moment. She looked at me enquiringly, with a simple "What?" I just shook my head and walked out without saying anything.

This pattern continued numerous times over the following months, me being stopped by her beauty, her enquiring, me walking out. I couldn't tell her because I was shy, unconfident, and felt that we had nothing in common.

Then, late one day I came to see my mom, and found only Suzette in the office. Again I was stopped by her beauty and my desire to kiss her. Again, she asked me "What?"

I hesitated, rather than rushing off, and saw her... still, curious, amused, waiting for a response.

"You know how this has happened often, me stopping at the door, you asking me 'what?', me saying nothing and just walking off?"

"Yes."

"Well, every time I was thinking 'God! I want to kiss this woman!'"

With her grin even wider, she blushed and giggled "Seriously?"

"Yes. And now that I've told you, may I?"

"No. That would be weird. I work with your Mom."

"It doesn't have to be complicated. I could just come round this counter, walk over to your desk, and kiss you."

"Um..."

She got very quiet, and swivelled her chair to face away from me. However, her body language was one of waiting, not rejection. She sat perfectly still, yet fully aware of me.

"I'm going to walk to you now."

I slowly walked around the counter, and crossed the floor to her desk. Her hair was in a high ponytail, showing off the graceful lines of her neck.

"And now I'm going to kiss you..."

I planted a soft, gentle, loving kiss on the base of her neck, followed by 2 more as I moved up towards her jaw line.

She turned her head towards me, offering me her mouth, and we shared a soft, lovely first kiss.

Her beautiful eyes were on mine, full of curiosity and warmth.

Keeping her face close to mine, she gracefully stood up and moved to the empty space next to her desk.

We held each other, continuing to kiss in the same manner, fully open to each other, gentle, generous. I was in awe of the feeling of closeness and communion.

I was also aware of having to tilt my head up to meet her mouth -- a new experience for me!

When I straightened my head for a rest, my eyes were eye level with her collar bones. As my gaze dropped lower, I found the tops of her breasts showing over the top of her form-fitting blouse. They looked tanned, firm, smooth. Without any conscious thought, I bent my neck to kiss her breast.

Very softly "Please don't"

I moved my mouth back to hers, brushing my lips against hers.

We stood, holding each other and kissing for a while longer, and then went our separate ways.

[So, dear Suzette, if you are reading this...then know that I still think of you some 20 years later. I hope you don't mind where the rest of the story goes!]

Several weeks passed. Now, my pause at the door morphed into a moment of shared intimacy, as we grinned at each other.

Reader, have you ever had the experience of responding to something without involving conscious thought? And only after the response, realised what you were responding to?

I was walking to Mom's office when I found myself veering off to one side. Only then did I realise that what drew me from my path was Suzette! She was striding along, carry a filing box destined for the storeroom. She was wearing a pleated white skirt with black poka dots. The skirt wasn't particularly short, but her gorgeous long legs made it look tiny in proportion!

I followed her along the passage, watching her sway. Each time she did, her skirt flicked up, promising to show me the curve of her ass, but never actually delivering. The effect was mesmerising, and I would have followed her until I dropped dead of hunger or thirst. Fortunately, she reached the storeroom before that happened.

Once at the door she raised one leg to hold the box whilst trying to get the key in the lock. I jogged over, said a soft "Hello!" and took the box from her. She smiled at me gratefully and opened the door.

Inside were racking shelves to the ceiling, with most of the empty shelves near the ceiling. She opened a 3-step ladder and looked at me.

"Can you pass the box to me when I am up?" she said.

"Sure"

As she started to climb, she hesitated. "Now don't be naughty!"

"If you mean looking under your skirt, then no, I won't. But I am going to enjoy looking at your lovely legs!"

"Yeah! Right!"

With that, she climbed to the top rung. I was in heaven! I was eye level to the gorgeous, lithe, strong, tanned, smooth skin of her lower thigh.

"Hello...the box?"

I broke out of my reverie and sheepishly handed her the box.

As she reached to place the box, the ladder wobbled, and I instantly moved to stabilise it.

I ended up with a hand on either side, and my face pressed against her ass.

"Opportunist!" she called.

"Opportunity!" I thought, and very deliberately kissed her butt cheek.

I then moved back to give her room to climb down, encircled by my arms still holding the ladder.

She twisted around to face me, her big eyes fixed on mine.

I just had to tell her...

I drew her close, my hands on the curves of her hips, and said quietly in her ear...

"Suzette, I am trying very hard not to be a drooling lecherous idiot, but the effort is killing me."

(Giggle)

"You are so gorgeous! I love your face, your eyes, your beautiful mouth..."

(Deep breath...)

"And I also love your body. You have such cute tits, such a gorgeous curvy ass and legs that just go on and on! I'm lost!"

Before I could say anything more, she pulled me close into an open-mouthed, hungry snog, with her body tight up against me.

My arms swept around her, my hands firmly on her back, her shoulders and then swooping down to grab her ass and pull her groin against mine.

She broke the kiss, pulled her face away, and looked at me, speechless.

I drew her back to me, and we stood there for a moment in other's arms, not talking, not kissing, just being with each other.

Then, by unspoken agreement, we left the storeroom and returned to the world.

[Suzette, you know this never happened, but I wish it had! I wonder if you remember your polka dot skirt, and if you had any idea how hot you looked in it!]

A week later, I was going to see my Mom, when I found Suzette walking out the building.

After a shy "Hello!" she told me she was walking to the cafeteria, and would I like to join her?

We enjoyed a slow amble in the sun through the lovely university gardens, at ease with one another.

"I should come to your place to fix your computer sometime. I'll really need to concentrate, so it should be when no one is home." (grin)

"I don't even own a computer!" (returned grin)

"No one else has to know that!" I said.

She just smiled and bumped me with her shoulder as we walked.

Several weeks passed, until I was in my Mom's office and Suzette popped her head in.

"Hi! My home computer isn't working, and I was wondering if you could have a look at it? Perhaps on Saturday?"

"Sure, I'd be happy to take a look."

With that she disappeared back to her office.

On my way out, I asked her what time. She said that her parents were going to the family farm on Friday, and so anytime on Saturday would be fine. We were grinning at each other like idiots!

I got to her family home at 9am, and she greeted me with a warm smile and a gentle kiss.

She nervously asked me if I wanted a coffee, to which I readily agreed (I was nervous too).

I walked around the open plan kitchen, dining room, lounge just taking everything in, and then turned to where she had her back to me, fussing with the coffee machine.

She was wearing a long-sleeve button-up shirt and a pair of jeans. Her hair was in a high ponytail, showing off her neck, and her jeans showed off her lovely ass. I decided I just had to break the ice and show her my appreciation of her lovely form.

I walked up behind her, standing well inside her personal space. Then I ran my fingertips over her fine neck, down over her shoulders, swept down her back, grabbed her waist, pressed my hard cock against her ass and leaned in to kiss her neck.

She just groaned and slumped against me.

I then released her and moved to the side so that she could finish making the coffee.

We took our coffee to the lounge area and sat down facing each other on the 3-seater.

Cautiously took a sip of coffee.

Made careful eye contact.

Lowered our coffee.

"What do you want from me?" she blurted, and then pulled back defensively.

I put my mug down and took a breath.

"I want to have my version of a fling with you. You and I connect, but we are too different to be a couple." (she nodded)

"I only have flings with people I care about. It's loving, fun, sexy, private. It's exclusive -- I'll only be with you while this lasts. And it will end, but the end will be graceful. There will be a space in my heart that you'll always occupy, and a bunch of X-rated movies stored in my head. One day I'll be sitting on a bench at the old age home, gazing out to sea, but in my mind, I'll be replaying a sexy moment with you."

"You're really direct!" she said, blushing.

"So, you know how we held each other and kissed gently in your office? And how we snogged in the storeroom? Well, I want more of that with you. I want to explore you and pleasure you. You interested?"

Her answer was to lean in and kiss me. A hold nothing back, toe curling kiss.

We moved in close and wrapped our arms around each other as we snogged for ages.

"Suzette? You are wearing way too much clothing, lover!"

"There's no way I am getting naked with you!" she gasped.

"I know. I just meant that what you are wearing doesn't give me much to touch. I have a favour to ask...You know that polka dot skirt you were wearing in the storeroom? Can you put that on...and the tiniest top that you own?"

"Men!" she giggled, as she got up and glided out the room.

I sat there, rigidly upright in tense anticipation.

Finally, I heard her slowly walking down the passage, sounding really hesitant.

She came into the room, her arms folded over her chest, head down.

"Hello, beautiful!" I said, as I moved across the room to hold her.

"I have to tell you about the skirt!" I said and proceeded to tell her about veering off to follow her, and the tantalising almost reveal with every flip of the skirt.

She laughed so much she forgot to cover her chest, and I got to see that she had put on a black lacy bralette that left tons of skin to caress with my eyes, fingers and tongue.

"But..." she said, "I have such a big bum!"

"I know!" I said, with a leer. "So big, and curvy, and firm. I have no idea how I manage to keep my cool with your lovely body in reach."

With that, I started kissing her, sometimes on the mouth. She had her hands on my chest, then on my back, as if interested but shy to explore.

Things got really heated. Her chest was flushed, and I could feel her heart pounding (or was it mine?).

I ran one finger down her neck, over her collarbone and was just about to slide down the slope of her breast when I remembered that she had stopped me before.

"Suzette...at the office, when I kissed your breast, you told me to stop. Are you OK with me touching your breast now?"

"Though the top, yes" she said quietly, but nervously.

I just kissed her, and went back to caressing her back, shoulders, neck, and now her breasts. God, they felt good. I love small breasts. Hers fit my hand perfectly and were that entrancing combination of soft and firm that drives me wild.

The fabric was really sheer, and soon I could feel the hard nubs of her nipples poking through. I slid down on the couch and started gently biting the sides and underside of each breast through the bralette, carefully avoiding her nipples. Her breath hitched, and she thrust her chest out at me, whilst gripping my forearms tightly.

"Oh!" she groaned.

I kissed my way up her neck until I reached her ear.

In a low throaty whisper "I want your breasts. I want to know what your nipples taste like. I want to know how your breasts like to be kissed and sucked. Please give them to me."

She ran her fingers through my hair, and said "I just can't, sorry!"

I pulled back to look her in the eye, all the while swirling my finger around one of her nipples. I enjoyed the look of pleasure sweeping across her face as I swirled.

"Do you have a problem with me seeing them, or touching them naked?"

"Seeing them. I love what you are doing to them."

"So easily solved, then!" I said, sat up, whipped my shirt off and tied it around my head as a makeshift blindfold.

"There you go! Can't see a thing! You can take your top off now!"

She laughed and playfully punched me on the arm. "I'm not that stupid. I take my top off, then you'll just take the blindfold off."

"Think about all the intimate moments we have had. Have I ever done anything other than treat you really well and respect your wishes? The blindfold stays on."

Silence. Then she shifted on the seat, lifted the bottom of the t-shirt blindfold and kissed me hungrily. We snuggled in close, and I ran my hands over her back, delighted to discover the absence of any fabric.

Slowly I kissed and nuzzled my way down until my lips grazed one delicious nipple.

Ever so slowly I brushed my mouth over the whole of her gloriously naked breast, getting to know it with just my sense of touch, and thrilling to the sound of her ragged breathing.

Then I returned to her nipple and sucked it into my mouth. She collapsed instantly, pulling me down on top of her and thrusting her breast up into my mouth.

She was trying to speak but had lost coherence completely.

I came up for air, said "Lovely!" and repeated everything I had done, this time with her other breast.

I could feel her squirming, her groin against mine.

I slid onto the couch to give her room, my one leg draped over one of hers.

Then I took it up a notch, sucking almost the whole of her breast into my mouth whilst holding the other in cupped in my hand. Now she was thrashing and groaning like mad.

"Are you getting horny, my lover?" I asked with a smile. She just groaned.

I ran my hand over her smooth stomach, found her skirt and flipped it up to expose her panties.

"I'm assuming that you don't want me to touch your pussy, but that shouldn't stop you"

With that I lifted the hem of her panties, inviting her hand in.

Then I bit her nipple and sucked her breast back into my mouth.

As I did that, she thrust her hand into her panties and I let go the hem.

It was both weird and very exciting to hear and feel what was going on, without being able to see.

I rested my fingertips on her wrist so that I could feel what motions she was making on her pussy. She seemed to be rubbing her slit back and forth, alternating that with circular motions over her clit.

I was in heaven, and she was on her way there too!

I could feel from the tension in her back, and the sounds that she was making that she was close to cumming, but not going over the edge.

I moved my mouth back to her ear.

"You beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, powerful, lovely woman. I love the taste and sound of you. You are so horny, so alive. I can feel you touching yourself. I want you to cum for me. Cum now!" and with that, I bit her neck, her shoulder and then her breast as she spasmed into an orgasm with a squeak, then collapsed and stopped moving her hand.

I instinctively grabbed her hand through the fabric of her panties and started moving it again. No way was that squeak all the orgasm she has in her!

With a harsh, guttural cry she picked up the orgasm and rode it all the way, until eventually she begged me to stop, and collapsed again on the couch.

I just lay there, snuggled up to her as she caught her breath.

All she could say was "I never knew..."

"Lover, I want to take the blindfold off. Let me know when I can." And I waited for her to put on the bralette again. Instead I found myself blinking up at her smiley face as she pulled the t-shirt off my head.

"Hello, sexy!" I said. She just smiled, blushing as I looked down at her breasts.

"Oh! My god! They are lovely!" And really, they were. Lovely shape, blood red nipples sticking out (thanks to all my attention, I'll have to see their normal colour some other time, I thought).

Then I had a naughty thought. I grabbed her hand that had been in her panties and brought it to my nose. She looked shocked, and the expression that followed when I delicately licked the pussy juice off one of her fingers was priceless.

I followed her gaze to where it rested on my tented shorts. "Um...my turn?" I said tentatively.

She laughed.

"We can't just leave it like this. It could go off at any time!" I said, and looked at her, waiting for her acceptance.

A tiny, almost imperceptible nod was all I needed, and I whipped off my shorts and underwear, exposing my excited cock to the sound of her gasp.

I lay back next to her, kissed her and said "You can watch and kiss me, or you can join in."

Then, under her curious, excited, shocked eye, I proceeded to give myself the release I needed. She watched with rapt attention, her hand moving towards my cock and then stopping as she caught herself in the act.

"All yours, if you want it, but no pressure!" I said.

She gently ran one finger along my length, causing me to squirm just like she had earlier. Then she wrapped her hand around my cock and mimicked what I had been doing just moments earlier.

"Are you going to make me cum?"

"Mmh."

And that is exactly what she did, as I held onto her for dear life, kissing her chest, shoulders, neck and mouth.

"Wow!" was all she could say as I relaxed back onto the couch, completely satisfied.

She continued to play with my cock and cum as I slowly softened.

"Spent much time playing with cocks?" I asked.

"Just fumbling in the dark on the back seat of a car. Not like this. I like this." She said, tapping my cock.

I went to the bathroom to clean up and came back to a wonderful sight. Suzette sprawled on her tummy, still topless, relaxed and at ease.

She looked up at me, and it was clear that a naked man in her house was still new to her.

"More coffee?" she said, and I nodded.

She got up, and with a cheeky grin, folded the waistband of her skirt, making it even shorter, and walked past me, flashing the curve of her ass for me to enjoy.

I followed her to the kitchen, enjoying her lines and curves and muscles moving under her skin.

As she started up the coffee machine, I moved close to her back, nuzzled her neck and slid my hands around to cup her breasts.