"Oh, you're such a sweet boy, such a gorgeous boy, such a beautiful boy, I can't believe you're 18, I'm so pleased, I'm so happy, no more yearning and frustration, no more waiting - mmmm, mmmm, mmmm," Susan softly enthused, while she stroked Peter's hand, smiled at him, leant in, gently kissed his hot cheek again and again and again and left blood colored lipstick on his skin. "Oh, my, ha-ha, look what I've done to you!"
Peter grinned. He was red in the face. He was hard in his pants. Susan wouldn't stop touching him. She never stopped touching him. She couldn't stop touching him. She liked to chase him around the house. She loved chasing him around the house. Her high heels tapped on the tiled floor as she pursued him. He had to be in her arms. He was always wearing her kisses. She was so close. She was fussing. She was so relentless. She was exhaling in his face as she wiped the lipstick stains on his cheek with her fingers. She was chatting non-stop all the time. Peter inhaled the scent of her perfume, her moisturizer and her other creams.
"Oh, I'm so clumsy, Peter - oh my God I'm just making it worse," Susan softly stated, shifting in her seat and moving even closer to him. "Where's a tissue?"
"It's okay, Susan," Peter whispered, entranced by her attention, her aroma, her avalanche of softly uttered words and her beautiful appearance. "It's not that big of a deal."
How hypnotizing she was, how bewitching she was, Peter thought. Susan had long auburn hair. She had large blue eyes. She had a full glossy mouth. She was petite with beautiful curves. She was 25 years older than Peter.
Susan giggled and managed to take her hands off Peter for a moment. She wriggled impatiently. She nibbled on her bottom lip. She spoke a second later.