It was early evening, and the beautiful blonde trophy wife Susan Feather had just finished showering and was searching for the perfect nightwear in her walk-in closet. After some browsing, she settled on a neon pink halter bralette with matching strappy panties. She then put on a silk night robe, grabbed a pair of sandals, and stepped out of the house.
As she walked through the path in her backyard, she noticed the light in the guest house bathroom was on. Probably her introverted Chinese boyfriend Martin was showering and getting ready for bed.
Susan quickly let herself into the guest house and checked the bathroom; sure enough, the door was closed and the shower was running. As she walked over and sat on the bed, she heard the water turn off. Soon she heard the hair dryer blowing, then stop. She quickly decided to sit cross-legged on the guest bed to show off her legs, to give Martin a preview showing of herself.
The door opened and Martin entered the room wearing nothing but a pair of boxers; he was no model but at least his body was firm and athletic. Susan found his particular build to be attractive enough, and with his dark golden skin tone, Martin did turn her on a little. She smiled when all he could do was stop and stare at her on the bed.
"Hi," said Susan quietly.
"Thank you. Thank you for doing all this for me," stammered her boyfriend.
Susan patted the mattress: "Come here, lover. It's time to go to sleep."
Martin walked over quickly, then asked, "Your husband won't mind?"
Very polite, Susan thought.
"No. He has to stay overnight at the hospital anyway due to a complex operation, but will be back tomorrow afternoon to take us sailing."
As Martin crawled between the bedsheets, Susan got up and turned off the lights. She then turned to face Martin who was now all tucked in bed:
"It's bedtime," said Susan, and she undid the knot on the front of her silk robe, then slowly opened it and let it drop to the floor. She stood in the moonlight, her fluorescent bralette and panties now glowing, herself smiling as she saw her boyfriend's jaw drop.
Susan then slowly walked over and got under the bedsheets with him. She turned in bed so that she faced him, and for a moment just looked into his eyes. Then she reached over and began lovingly stroking his face.
Martin reached over, and ran his fingers through her long blonde hair down to the top of her breast, causing her to heave her chest a little. He then reached behind her head and pulled her face close to his. She looked at him lovingly, closed her eyes, and opened her mouth.
Susan felt his lips touch hers and stuck out her tongue to meet his. Their tongues licked and rolled about each other within the space created by their connected mouths.
After some tender tongue dancing, Susan disconnected their mouths to catch her breath again. While they both breathed heavily at each other, Susan touched his face gently, letting her fingers slide down to his chest. She continued sliding her fingers down over his semi-six-pack until they found the waistband of his boxers.
She tugged and pulled his boxers off his loins, and she felt his engorged glans on her knuckles. Susan then reached over with her foot, used her toes to grab his boxers, and slid them off.
She then reached down to where she remembered his erection was, and grasping it with both hands, began pumping his shaft. While pumping away, she stuck out her tongue.
Martin leaned closer and touched his tongue to hers; Susan enjoyed touching tongues with him. One of his hands slid under her and the other over top, meeting at her bra clasp. Soon he had her bra off and left it on top of the bed covers. Martin then leaned over her breasts and licked and fondled them.
Susan rolled onto her back, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the sensation of Martin's tongue licking all over her breasts, circling her nipples, and even rubbing the top of them. She moaned in ecstasy, and her breathing pace was increasing rapidly. She even felt his hard glans poke her thigh from time to time.
Martin's breathing was also increasing in pace, and he was involuntarily poking her with his glans every few seconds. He then got up and carefully kneeled between her legs, avoiding any pressure on her womb and causing the blankets to slide off the two of them. He gazed in awe at the beautiful white goddess beneath his hard dark golden Chinese erection; Susan felt this was the first time he realized he was fornicating with a woman of a different race.
His hands slid down off her breasts, over her smooth, flat eight-pack, and into the waistband of her strappy glowing panties. He pulled them off slowly, clearly to enjoy the feel of her legs as he slid her panties down. Susan placed both legs on his shoulders so he could easily lift her panties off too.
Once Martin removed her panties, he lay on Susan's side and brought her legs down gently so she was lying flat on the bed. He then slipped his arm under one leg and began kissing Susan's breast.
While stimulating her breast and nipple orally, his hand felt and caressed her beautiful long leg. He slid his hand up underneath her leg to feel the back of her thigh, down the outside of her thigh to her ankle, and then up the top again. Susan could only moan and groan in ecstasy.
Then, as if eating corn off a cob, Susan felt Martin nibble and kiss his way across her breast, down over her abdominals, and eventually over the top of her thigh. Martin then returned to kneel between her legs, holding them once again on his shoulders while enjoying their texture; his hands sliding up and down the outside of her legs. As this happened, Martin involuntarily bumped his bulbous excited glans against her swollen labia lips; the lecherous contact caused Susan to buck her hips up and down, sliding his glans along the length of her slit.
"The lubricant. Get it. It's in the top drawer," Susan gasped between breaths.
