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Susan and her new boyfriend, Tommy, have sex.
Continued from Chapter 4:
Yet, no matter what he did or didn't do for a living, she looked at him with the thoughts of going home with him, having him strip her naked, and having sex with this bald, Brad Pitt, look-a-like. Knowing better, she knew he was a bum, a player, and a bad boy. She knew she'd regret her decision of getting involved with such a man but she was horny and he looked interested and interesting enough to scratch her itch and sexually satisfy her for the night, just one night. She only hoped he had a skilled tongue and a big cock. Unless he had a pair of gym socks in his pants, he had a bulge big enough to satisfy her sexual needs.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you look like Brad Pitt...but without hair," she said with a laugh.
He ran a hand over his shaved head.
"I get that all the time," he said.
He took a step back to look at her.
"My turn," he said looking at her as if she was standing before him naked. "Did anyone ever tell you that you look like Jennifer Nettles from the country western singing duo, Sugarland, but with tits," he said using that comment to stare down at her big tits.
She laughed.
"No, you're the first," she said with another laugh. "Normally men tell me that I look more like Taylor Swift but with tits, but I don't think I look anything like Taylor Swift. Maybe because I'm so tall and blonde men used to tell me that I looked like Faith Hill. I think I look more like Faith Hill than I do Taylor Swift or Jennifer Nettles."
He took a step back as if he was looking at a portrait in an art gallery.
"Now that you mention her, you do look like Faith Hill," he said. "Actually, you could be her better looking and sexier sister."
When he didn't invite her back to his place, she figured he was married. Yet, what did it matter if he was married or not. He was hot. She just wanted to borrow him and his cock for the night. Not really caring who he was or what he does, even if he was married or single, she only wanted him for one night. Besides, if he was married, she'd probably never see him again and that was fine with her. From that brief, first encounter, she made her move.
"Would you like to go someplace quieter? We can go back to my place," she said.
She invited him back to her place and ended up in bed with him.
Chapter 5:
As soon as she opened her front, closed it, and locked it, in the way she pushed Jimmy up against the wall four years ago, Tommy pushed her up against her hall wall. Kissing and kissing her, French kissing her, he touched and felt her through her clothes. With one hand feeling her shapely ass through her short skirt and panty, his other hand felt her big tits through her blouse and fingered her erect nipples through her bra. As if he had four hands, instead of just two, his hands were all over her sexy, shapely body.
Kissing and kissing him, she felt his hard prick through his pants and underwear. Teasing him, she felt the length of his hard cock through his clothes with her hand. Enticing him, she fingered the head of his erection through his pants. As if she was about to punish him by rupturing him with a hard squeeze, she cup his testicles through his trousers. She couldn't wait to feel the real thing in her hand without his pants and his underwear getting in the way of her sexual touches, feels, gropes, and strokes. She couldn't wait to feel him in her mouth, just as she couldn't wait to feel him buried in her pussy.
Rather than just lifting her short skirt, pulling down her panties, bending her over and, fucking her as if she was a dog, she loved it that he didn't rush but took his sweet time with foreplay and with making out with her. Seemingly, he wanted to French kiss her just as much as she wanted to French kiss him. Seemingly, he enjoyed feeling her through her clothes just as much as she enjoyed feeling him through his clothes. With her not knowing what to expect from him the first time having sex with him, she was glad that he was taking it slow instead of rushing. She was glad that he seemingly wanted to make love to her than to just fuck her.
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Now, it was several months after their first sexual encounter since she invited him home from the bar. Even though he had seen her bra clad breasts and naked breasts dozens of times, wanting him to take his sweet time undressing her, she loved it when he unbuttoned one button of her blouse at a time. Instead of quickly stripping her naked, as if opening an expensive present, she loved it when he took the time to look to see what each unbuttoned button revealed before unbuttoning the next button. With him looking at her with lust and sexual, wanton desire, she loved it when he looked at her unbuttoned blouse as if seeing her cleavage and bra clad breasts for the first time.