It's a cliche, but it really was like an electric spark. We just kept rotating until we were trying to walk sideways, my stomach pushing into his cock, which was poking out and felt huge. Finally we stopped and embraced passionately, mouths open and sucking, tongues lashing each other.

I'm five eight, but he still towered over me. I hooked a leg around one of his, and used the leverage to grind my hips into his, being sure to get as good a feel of his stiff member as I could. I was breathing hard, and all I could smell was my cunt musk, surrounding us like a cloud. Remember I hadn't been laid for a long time, so I was mad with lust. He wasn't frantic, but went with my urgency, and I felt like I was in a world of our own there on the dark street. My mind was really out there, concentrating on his lips, his cock, the wonderful feel of his body against mine.

Suddenly, he picked me up and we were standing in front of my townhouse, the door open. I was a little surprised, because I didn't know how we had gotten there so fast, as he stood with my arms around his neck, holding me so easily. "Shall we go in, Susan?" That myth is true, he had to be invited. "Oh God, yes, hurry Brad." He strode powerfully into the living room, but set me gently on the long sectional couch, then knelt beside me. His lips met mine as I felt his hands dip into the bodice of my sheath, and begin to caress my boobs. The nips were hard already, and his touch sent bolts into my chest, even down to my twat. I was starting to writhe the way I do when I'm turned on, my hips moving in a fucking motion, my legs opening.

I was just soaring, waiting for his hand to get at my pussy, thinking he might rip my clothes off, pressing my mouth to his as hard as I could, trying to wrap my tongue around his. My arms were clawing at his shoulders, trying to pull him into me. Honestly, it was the most intense sexual arousal I had ever felt. His shoulder muscles were hard and their rippling as he moved his hands over me was incredibly stimulating. I kept sucking air in through my nose, not wanting to break the bond our lips had made.

Suddenly, he pulled away from me, and whispered "Susan, my beauty, let's take a moment and get naked." I blinked a couple of times, sort of knocked off rhythm, but when he stood up and pulled the black polo shirt over his head, I jumped to my knees, and tore the dress up over my head. My red hair got messed up, but that just made it wild around my head, not a bad look in the circumstances. My bare boobs felt the air, as I sighed with wonder at how good it was to have their cushiony fullness exposed. I held my hands with the dress over my head, watching him eye my tits. They're big, and sag a touch, but posed like that I've always thought they were attractive, nice and high, with big aureolae and nice tips. When I saw his pleasure in their look, I smiled. It's nice to be admired, and Brad did it with a leer that warmed me.

His hands reached out for them. He covered both with his palms, pushing gently, then letting his fingers caress and knead. God it felt good. We stayed like that for several minutes, while he played with my breasts, not only did it please him, it let me calm down a little. I whispered "Let's use the bed, Brad." He remembered about Todd, and asked "What about your son?" "It's his father's weekend."

Then I felt myself picked up again, his head buried between my tits, as he walked that decisive way to my bedroom down the hall.

He spread me out in the middle of my queen size bed. I had the dark red spread on it, so my pale skin must have been a nice contrast as I moaned and writhed gently, staring at him. That was the first time I felt the lovely anticipation that it turns out goes with Brad. I knew he was going to fuck me wonderfully, give me terrific orgasms, but there's another dimension, a sense of belonging to him, of pleasure in being his woman.

As I watched him push down his pants, revealing a semi-hard nine inch cock, the heat in my body soared. Just looking at him, muscular without being buffed, graceful in all his movements, a smile that was lusty, pleased with me, greedy, confident, playing on his face, I was lost in him. My hands fluttered at the thong, trying to slip it off, but he whispered "No, no Susan, let me." He almost floated down to my side, supporting himself on his elbow, his hand in my hair while the other cupped one of my tits. I felt his dong poking my hip, and had a little shuddering sort of mini climax right there.

He could tell, and the smile got wider, greedier. "Oh my beauty, what a deliciously sexy thing you are."

He kissed me while he caressed both breasts. His tongue was like a fiery lance, thrilling my whole body as it explored my mouth, and dueled with my own. I was wiggling at him, and tried to pull him on top of me. Instead, he released my mouth as he started kissing toward my tits, while his hand drifted down to my belly. He took a good five minutes with his mouth touching firmly on every hot spot on my upper body, until finally one nipple was sucked into his mouth, and his hand was under the thong, covering my cunt. I was vibrating, shuddering, and moaning as his finger found my pussy.