I was just finishing up the dinner dishes when I heard Susan's car pull into my driveway. I smiled to myself and hurried over to the front door. She had taken to coming over as soon as her husband left for work each night. I'd found myself acting like a puppy, eager for her owner to get home. Everyday I waited for the clock to swing around to 7 and for my new lover to arrive.
I opened the door before she could knock. Susan stood there in her usual casual attire, long coat tossed over t-shirts and jeans. Her thick brown hair was brushed back in ponytail. She wasn't really a person for dressing up, but god was she lovely.
She gave me a wide smile and threw her arms around my neck. I pulled her into my embrace, our lips brushing in a kiss as our breasts pressed together. My hands slid inside her coat, wrapping around her back, stroking along the curve of her spine, cupping the swell of her ass. She purred into my kiss and then walked me back into the kitchen, never breaking our contact. She reached behind her and closed the door.
We'd been friends for about a year, then lovers for the past two months. We'd met at mutual friend's party and later I'd started hanging out with her and her husband. I was giving her longing looks from the start. Over time, as we grew closer, she'd admitted her past experiences with other women. I took my chances and kissed her, a few minutes later we were pulling off our clothes and pulling each other to the floor. Now we got together every chance we got.
We quit our embrace at last and I stepped away from her. I looked into her pale blue eyes then reached up to stroke her cheek. She took my hand in hers squeezing it tightly. She led me to the living room. We were both grinning like kids at Christmas.
At the doorway she pushed me to the wall. Her mouth closed over mine, devouring me. She pulled my skirt up and pressed her leg firmly between mine. For a wonderful moment she ground her thigh against my pussy. I wrapped my arms around her neck to keep my balance and pushed myself to her. I felt my breath grow short and my skin flush. I let out a deep throaty moan. Her hands moved between us, closing on my breasts. But just as I began to climb towards ecstasy she pulled away. I stared at her, pleading with my eyes. She smiled and stepped fully into the room.
We settled down together on my sofa. I lay on my side and she spooned up against me. It had become our little ritual, the thing we always did before really beginning. She wriggled her body to mine, and as always I shivered in delight when her ass came to rest against my pelvis. I let my arm drape over her, my hand resting on her stomach. We lay like that for a long moment, the sweet joy of the intimacy filling us both. I caught the scent of her, the sweetness of her skin, the perfume of her hair. I could feel my heart rush at the joy her being near me.
Susan had such a lovely body. She was tall, almost whipcord thin. She'd been a long distance runner in school and her muscles still reflected that. She was trim and taunt, with wonderful legs. Her long thighs and claves were so perfectly shaped. Next to her I always felt delicate and a little weak. It only added to the thrill to know I could make her do what I wanted. My gorgeous, almost dangerous, pet.
My fingers made little circles on her belly, slowly pushing her shirt up. I reveled in the contrast of her soft skin stretched over the firm muscles beneath. Girl Jocks have always been a passion of mine and she was the sexiest I'd ever met.
I pushed her hair aside with my face and began to nibble her slender neck. She cooed in response and turned to meet me. I paused, our lips so close, our breath mingling, flowing warm across our faces. I moved to kiss her, our mouths so tight together that I could feel my lips pushed to my teeth. Excited by this I moved my mouth, biting her lower lip playfully. She sighed and shifted her weight, leaning back into me. The warmth of her form filled me.
I let my hand wander higher, taking one of her pert breasts and squeezing it softly. Her breasts were small, in keeping with her athletic build, but they looked perfect on her. She was always worried about their small size detracting from her appearance; every chance I could I did my best to convince her they were perfect.
She reached down and pulled off her top, exposing them for me. I kissed my way from her lips, down her neck, pausing to nip at her throat again. She sighed in response. I'd discovered Susan had a thing for bites. I continued my progress along her body until my mouth closed on her nipple. I teased and sucked at it, letting the stud in my tongue slide over the sensitive skin. She purred in appreciation of the attention. I nibbled and licked both her nipples, trying to draw out her excitement.
My hand ran back down her belly, my fingertips sneaking under the waistband of her jeans and her panties. I let my nails trace through her pubic hair, lightly scratching her skin. Susan refused to shave or wax her pussy. At first I'd found it a little odd (which says something about modern fashion) but by now I found it excited me, making her seem so much more womanly. I inched my fingers down, taunting her skin with them, until the tips brushed her lips. She sighed and stiffened, lifting her hips off the sofa. Her jeans left me little room to work, so my motions were small confined, just the lightest pressures and strokes on her folds, the quickest touch on her clit. I kept up my kissing of her nipples, enjoying the way she twisted and squirmed, the sound of her breath growing more ragged.
At last in frustration she reached down and undid her fly, giving my hand room. I rewarded her by sliding my index finger inside her, curling it around the pubic arch pressing firmly on her spot. She howled in pleasure, a deep throaty sound, more like an animal than person. I slowly drew my finger out of her, pulling it across her clit as it left her folds. I repeated this motion a few times, playing her cunny like a violin, and like the instrument she sang in joy at the feeling.