There was a knock at the front door; I moved to open it knowing full well who it would be. I opened up and there she stood, my Susan; five foot, four inches of prettiness, large breasts and more than one person's fair share of pure, unadulterated sexuality. Why she fancied me is one of life's mysteries, but I wasn't about to complain. I had dressed exactly as she had asked me to, a dressing gown with nothing on underneath except a liberal dousing of Aramis plus a hint of Quorum, her favourite aftershave cocktail.
These were the instructions I had received from Susan over the phone, thirty minutes previously, when she called and in a breathless state said that she had to have me now and god help anyone who tried to stop her on her way over. I certainly wasn't gonna be the one to get in her way that's for sure.
She walked straight in stopping just for an instant to sniff the air, look me up and down and give a slight nod of what I took to be approval. I led her into the living room, nothing was said. I knew better than to try anything as mundane as verbal communications when she was in one of her, "I must have you now!" moods.
She threw her coat on the floor, and looked at me expectantly; she didn't have to speak, as our ability to communicate had gone beyond mere speech many years before. Her breathing had started to get heavier, her gorgeous red and recently glossed lips had started to engorge with blood and her eyes had slightly narrowed, I knew exactly what she wanted; she didn't have to say a word.
Her whole visage was impatient and demanding, but she would never forgive me if I gave in too easily. I turned to face her and started to caress her breasts, she closed her eyes, put her head back and a low moan of pleasure escaped her lips. I could feel her nipples swelling through her thin cotton blouse; I could also see that she wasn't wearing a bra. Now I have to say at this point that Susan has the most amazing pair of tits that I have ever seen, so the sight of them through her blouse and the hardness of her perfectly formed nipples really started to make my cock ooze some serious goo.
I moved round behind her and slowly started to undo her blouse. As I undid the last button, her magnificent breasts swung free, I cupped them one in each hand and massaged them for all I was worth. She swung her head backwards gasping as I tweaked her swollen nipples, then moaned with pleasure as I bit and sucked her neck, shoulders and ears. I finally tore off her blouse completely and turned her round to face me. I put my hands gently but forcefully round the back of her neck, pulled her face towards me and gave her a long and powerful kiss, her hands were on my behind and our hips were gyrating as she forced herself against me. Our tongues danced together like a crazed pair of electric eels, and both our mouths were so full of saliva that it was dribbling out onto her breasts. I let go of her neck and started to rub the silvery liquid around one of her nipples, at the same time I brought my mouth down and kissed chewed and sucked her other nipple until it too was rock hard and swollen.
During all this Susan was almost swooning with desire and ecstasy. I could see that her knees were about to buckle so I gently pushed her down into a sitting position on the edge of my large sofa. She was out of breath; panting and her eyes were glazed over with the craziness of lust and passion. I let her sit there for a bit and after about a thirty seconds her eyes came back into focus and the glazed look was replaced with one of a women who knew exactly what she wanted.