An Evening for Susan
Chapter I - The Calm Before the Storm
Susan sat at the dining room table nursing her morning coffee, smoking a
cigarette. A smile crept across her face as she mused on the morning activities.
Her right hand drifted to her lap and her fingers pressed against her feminine
mound through her shorts. Lost in the moment she felt the flutter of excitement
run through he body again. One of the things that she and Chris really loved was
showering together. The warm water hitting their naked bodies, the tender feel
of soapy hands gliding over flesh. Ever since Susan's best friend developed
breast cancer, they had been diligent in checking for any tell tale signs. First
Chris would check Susan's ample breasts, his fingers delicately moving around
her tit, pressing, searching. Susan's eyes would close to his touch, his soapy
hands holding her titties like two ripe melons, then squeezing them together and
a final pinch of her budding nipples that would make her giggle.
Then it was Chris's turn for inspection. Susan would hold him close and cup his
balls in her hand gently probing as she looked for anything that might indicate
testicular cancer. When she was finished her soapy hands would glide up the
shaft of his cock, lingering at the head and pinching it slightly between her
fingers. Kissing, fondling, bathing titties, buns and thighs, Chris would sit on
the shower seat and eye level with Susan's plump vulva he would lather it up
with the special shaving gel and then with a new razor he would carefully shave
away the little stubble that had formed. His fingers moving her labia this way
and that, he left her as slick as the day she was born. Then it was a special
salve that he worked into her soft mound, massaging Susan's thick lips as he
grasped them between thumb and fore finger in a kind of milking motion, causing
Susan to quiver and push her sex against his touch. With both hands, he spread
the mouth of her sex wide displaying to his gaze and the spraying water, the
pink glistening inner membranes, the little bud of her clitoris and the small
hole of her urethra. The total exposure made Susan blush wildly. With his little
finger, he pressed against her little pee hole, actually managing to insert the
very tip of his finger, threatening to thrust the entire digit up the tiny
entrance to her bladder. Susan moaned as she could no longer hold back, and when
Chris removed his finger from her little hole, a gush of yellow liquid shot like
a hose from the center of her sex mouth and cascaded on Chris's chest, bathing
him in the warmth of her water that splashed down over his cock and balls. Chris
released her labia and they closed like flaps leaving only the thin line of her
womanly division, and the stream of her pee now became a spray the length of her
slice that continued to splash against his body and his rock hard shaft.
Then there would be more washing, playing. Susan's face pressed against the
shower wall, her legs spread, her back arched, her eyes closed tightly and a low
crooning coming from her lips as Chris's fingers washed, pressed, caressed the
entry to her bottom. Susan loved anal, and Chris could make her cum and cum, the
ever-gentle touch of his fingers on the bud of her ass, his finger searching,
touching and then dipping in until two fingers slowly rhythmically slid in and
out of her ass while Susan moved with them. During all this, Chris watched as
the syrup of Susan desire fell in long strands from her parted slice to the
floor of the shower. And when she was almost exhausted from cuming, she would
turn and go to her knees, grasping his cock and balls and sliding it deep into
her mouth, her tongue swishing across the head of his prick, searching out the
little pee hole, forcing his cock deep into her throat, her lips at the root of
his shaft, and then slowly out and in again, until she felt his balls contract,
heard his heavy breathing and opening her mouth wide to accept the sperm that
erupted from his cock and shot down her throat and lay on her tongue. She drank
every drop, convinced with showing her love for him, and her desire to have him
all. She licked at the small drops that remained.
Susan's fingers had pushed the material of her shorts into her gash and her
fingers were moving up and down her slice as she remembered it all. Suddenly,
she was rocked into reality as the phone rang.