Well you've had Seònaid's account of what happened; now here's my side.
We had been seeing each other for around three months and apart from the odd quickie when her flatmate was out we hadn't really been able to get up to much. You can imagine my reaction when Seònaid told me that she would have the flat to herself all weekend because her flatmate was visiting her boyfriend in Manchester.
I arrived at her door about eight. It had been over a week since we had last seen each other (my work takes me all over the country) and I had been looking forward to tonight for days. Seònaid opened the door and I was stunned by what I saw. She had made herself up and she had obviously spent ages on her hair. She was wearing stockings, a flimsy little camisole and an oriental silk dressing gown that she knew was one of my favourites.
Before we had even got the door closed I had pinned her to the wall and kissed her. I kicked the door shut with my foot as I explored her mouth with my tongue. I could tell that she had been smoking. Seònaid only smokes when she wants to turn me on. I don't know why it does, I think it's just because it's so appealingly out of character.
As we kissed I ran my hands over her body until I came to her tits. Seònaid has great tits, 38C and very firm; I could spend hours playing with them and still never get enough.