Chapter One
It was a warm Saturday night. Susan was restless and was laying in bed. Hot, bothered and tired. She had just moved from the country to her aunts' house and was having difficulty adjusting to life in the city. She looked up at the fan circling round and round and wished she could fall asleep, but sleep wouldn't come. Susan was 24 years old and had moved to the city just two weeks ago, having started work at a law office. She missed home and she thought of her hesitancy in moving to the city, but she needed the job. Her aunt had offered to put her up for as long as she needed and she was thankful to have the support of family, not to mention a place to stay rent free. Aunt Georgia reminded her a lot of her mom, after all they were sisters, except that it was so much easier living with her aunt. Aunt Georgia was reaching 50 but still looked young. She liked to act younger than she was too and people often mistook her as being in her late 30's. She had split up with her husband more than 10 years ago and was now living with a guy called Tim, who was at least 10 years younger than Aunt Georgia. Susan figured this was one reason why she kept herself looking good and acting young.
Susan got out of bed and groggily made her way to the toilet. Lifting up her long t-shirt she sat on the bowl and sighed as her bladder emptied. She undressed and had a long cool shower and felt revitalised. Coming out of the shower, she wrapped herself up in a towel and looked at herself in the long mirror as she tied her hair up. She was 5'7" with dark shoulder length hair which contrasted with the white of her lightly tanned skin. She dropped the towel and picked up a bottle of moisturiser, liberally spreading it all over her body, something her mother had taught her from a very young age. "Always moisturise Susan" her mother would say, "keeps your skin supple and alive. Keeps away the wrinkles when they attack."
She watched herself as she moisturised, her breasts were firm and full and didn't sag, even without a bra. Her stomach was smooth and flat although a slight bulge was beginning to appear. She made a mental note to cut down on desserts. Her hips flared out and tapered down to long slender legs. Her tight ass finished off the package, a result of years of gymnastics. She had lost a lot of her flexibility, but could still do the splits without to much effort.
Susan went to pull on her long t-shirt again. Briefly she sniffed at it. It was damp and smelt of sweat. "Its so darn hot anyway." she thought as she threw the t-shirt aside. Susan turned the fan onto full blast and climbed back into bed with a book. She loved books and always had since she was a young girl. Getting herself comfortable, she lay under the whirling fan, immersing herself in the murder mystery.
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It was 3am and Tim woke up with a dry throat.
"Too much whiskey." he smiled to himself.
He had had a night out with the boys and had drunk a lot, as always seemed to happen when the boys got together. He looked over at Georgia sleeping soundly as he climbed out of bed and made his way to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and guzzled a huge glass of water and felt better. As he was about to return to the bedroom, he noticed a light shining down the corridor.
"Susie cant still be awake can she?" he thought to himself. "Better go check."
Tim walked down the corridor and slowly opened the door. He choked back a gasp as he saw Susan lying naked on the bed, one hand hanging off the edge, still holding a book. Her legs were open and he looked at her trimmed mound. Tim felt his cock throb to life at the sight in front of him. He turned off the light and watched Susan to see if she stirred. His eyes were now accustomed to the dark and with the soft moonlight streaming through the open window, he could see quite clearly. He walked in quietly and knelt at the foot of the bed, watching Susan intently. She was beautiful naked, more beautiful than he had ever imagined. He slowly climbed on the bed and sniffed at her pussy. It smelt fresh. Tentatively he stuck out his tongue and licked lightly at her labia. She didn't stir. Emboldened, he licked harder, tasting her. Tim felt her stir slightly. He didn't want her to wake up and start screaming. Slowly he eased himself of the bed. He made his way to the laundry basket and rummaged through it, finding a pair of panties. He sniffed at it and his cocked jerked in response to the smell of pussy on the panties. He slowly undid his shorts and climbed out of them. As he passed the dressing table, he noticed a long scarf hanging off the mirror and he picked that up to. Tim made his way back to the head of the bed and watched Susan's sleeping form. He was going to fuck this woman but he was going to have to keep her quiet.
Kneeling down, he kissed her softly, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Subconsciously Susan responded, her mouth opening, accepting his probing tongue. He felt her move slightly and a soft moan escaped her still sleeping form. He removed his mouth and her mouth opened as if wanting more. Quickly, he took the panties from his hand and roughly forced it into her mouth.
"Ummpphh." Susan awoke, with the sudden intrusion in her mouth. She looked up and saw Tim hovering above her. Her eyes opened wide as she fully awoke and realised that there was a gag in her mouth. She sat up and tried to remove the gag with her hands as Tim grabbed her.
"Listen!" he said "Don't struggle and don't give me a reason to hurt you. Just be quiet!"
Susan looked at him with a mixture of fear and confusion. She nodded her head slightly, still trying to spit the gag out but without success.