The honeymoon had been a thing of wonder as far as Suzanne was concerned. She'd been a virgin when she married, having listened to her mother's perpetual warning about men and their ways. After that first night she wondered why she'd wasted so much time. What do mothers really know?
Now they were back and they'd spent the weekend settling into their new home. Monday had finally arrived and Paul had reluctantly departed for work. Suzanne decided that she'd probably better start looking for a job. Not that she needed to work at this point but getting experience and helping build a nest-egg wouldn't hurt.
BUT! Intending to look for work didn't mean she was getting out of bed at some ungodly hour on a Monday morning and start looking. It meant sleeping in a little, taking your time getting dressed, having breakfast, updating Facebook, and then contemplating about what sort of job she might find. Probably something along the lines of 'do you want fries with that'.
With breakfast finished and the dishes done Suzanne was rather at a loose end. She was new to the neighbourhood and so she didn't know anyone yet. She didn't need to go shopping for anything and the house was tidy. She supposed she might do some gardening later but right then? She just didn't know what to do.
She was quite pleased to hear a knock on the door. Even if it was only a salesman it would at least be someone to talk to. Answering the door she found a young man standing there - quite a fit and handsome young man at that.
Tony was in his twenties, currently unemployed, through no fault of his own he'd tell you. It wasn't his fault that the business went bust. Blame the times. Currently looking for work and expected to be gainfully employed in short order. Knocking on the door of the newcomer to the neighbourhood he found himself facing an attractive young woman of about twenty. A blonde with a knockout smile and an even better figure.
"Good morning," Tony said cheerfully. "I'm Tony. I live over there." He jerked a thumb behind him to indicate the house across the road. "My mother's not home right now or she'd be here instead of me, which would have been a great misfortune for me."
"Oh. Well, that's nice, I guess, but why are you here? I'm Suzanne, by the way," Suzanne told him.
"Why am I here? Why to meet you, of course. Fate obviously meant us to meet."
"Uh-huh. Fate told you to come over here and knock on my door?"
"Not exactly. That was more my mother's note, but I'm sure fate intended it."
"Well, leaving fate out of it, why did your mother want you to come over here?"
"Seeing she's away I was told I'm the Welcome-Wagon and I have to officially welcome you to the neighbourhood," Tony said smiling. "See, I come bearing gifts, a house-warming present."
"Why, how kind of her," said a smiling Suzanne. She loved presents, especially unexpected ones. "Why don't you come in while I open it?"
Tony entered before she could change her mind, admiring her trim figure as she walked down to the kitchen. Reaching the kitchen she swiftly unwrapped the present, and approved of the set of dainty mugs it contained.
"Well, these are lovely," she exclaimed. "Please thank your mother for me. I will make an effort to come and see her soon. Ah, would you like a cup of coffee before you go?"
Why, yes, Tony would love a cup of coffee before he left. He carefully steered the conversation so that Suzanne did most of the talking, putting in little prompts every so often to show he was listening and keep her going. Get someone talking about themselves and they're quite prepared to keep on talking, knowing that they were a fascinating subject.
Coffee finished Tony stood up and stretched. There was, Suzanne noticed, a lot of him to stretch.
"I guess I should be on my way," Tony said. "I'm sure that there're things you have to do and I'm in your way. Before I go, can I have a closer look at these?"
He casually reached over and patted a breast.
Suzanne blinked. He hadn't just touched her breast, had he? Yes, he had. She felt a slight rush of heat and blushed.
"What do you mean?" she asked, confused.
"Your breasts," said Tony, patting one again. "They're beautiful. I mean, they seem to have a wonderful shape. I was just saying I'd like to see them properly."
"See my breasts?"
Was he coming on to her? She rather suspected he was in a crude sort of way.
"Mm. That's right."
Moving casually Tony started undoing the buttons on her blouse. Suzanne watched, fascinated, seeing each button in turn pop open. Now her blouse was gaping wide, showing off the lacy half bra she was wearing and a lot of cleavage.
Tony's hand came up and brushed across both breasts, not trying to intrude under the bra but just stroking her breasts. There was, she had to admit, ample breast on display for him to stroke. The slight rush of heat she'd felt earlier returned, pooling down low and staying there.
"They are really very nice," Tony assured her approvingly. "Take off your bra. I really want to see them properly. Don't worry. It's not committing you to anything you shouldn't do."
He gave her a smile and it seemed to travel into her. She gulped and dithered. Take off her bra? She couldn't. She just couldn't.
"Let me help you," Tony said, suddenly spotting the little catch between her breasts. How convenient - a front-opening bra. A quick flick and the bra came apart, her swelling breasts pushing the cups away.
Suzanne gasped and her hands came up to cover her breasts, face flushed, the heat in her groin getting warmer.
"Have you ever heard the term callimastian?" asked Tony, idly taking hold of her wrists and moving her hands aside. "It means having a beautiful bust. You should have been named Callie."
