Fantasizing about Susan (reviewed)

Susan was about to arrive. She would spend a couple of days with us before leaving to Paris where she was going to attend a seminar. We haven't seen her for a while and I was curious to see how she had full-blown from the cute teenager she was, the last time we have met. The impressive result was finally in plain sight. The sweet girl had become a beautiful woman, an intense brunette with a body to die for, smooth and curvy, exuding a strong sensuality from every pore of her skin. My attention was immediately drawn to the bulge of her breasts sticking out under a tight orange sweater, stretching the fabric up to the glimpse of the white bra holding them underneath. In fact, she bares the most amazing boobs, accented by the strap of the shoulder bag crossing the chest between them.

At that very moment I vowed that this white cotton t-shirt bra would be soon in my hands, so I could make it the agent of my so long awaited daydream: masturbating to Susan or, at least, to a piece of her intimate lingerie. I always had this fantasy of being caught masturbating by her or, in any case, let her know that I usually do it fantasizing about her, while I don't dare putting a show that can lead to being caught red-handed by her. And I've decided this was right time to do it, even if in the less bold version.

She spent the night, and the next morning she drove to town to do some shopping before the journey. Taking advantage of her absence, I went to her bathroom and looked in the hamper for the underwear she was wearing the day before. And - oh boy! - I got lucky. There they were the cotton bra and matching panties, on top of the dirty laundry basket. I had barely touched the bra and my cock was already growing in my underpants. I took it to my nose for a sniff and immediately felt the scent of her body, a fragrance so dearly inspiring to me. Then, I wrapped the bra straps around my penis and began to masturbate by pulling its ends, strangling my cock between them, while the glans harshly rubbed the soft fabric coating the bra cups.

Meanwhile, I was grinding her panties gusset and sucking them slowly, enjoying the wonderful fragrance of her pussy and tasting the juices infused in the crotch lining, as they were being released by the wetness of my saliva moistening the fabric, on the right spot where she rested her charming cunt. A shiver runs through my body and all the lust suddenly focuses in my swollen cock, the aching glans throbbing and shining purple, almost bursting, furiously rubbing against the soft fabric of the bra cups. As the orgasm builds in my balls, I feel every muscle in my body stiffen and the eyes rolling up in their sockets, while a huge spurt of cum finally spreads inside the bra cup, at the same time that I swallow the juices mixed in my mouth, drained out of her panties, during the session.

The experience ends superbly with the eating of the sperm ejaculated, licking it straight from the bra cup. A delicate gourmet experience: the salty taste, the velvety texture, like swallowing an oyster. An exquisite sensation. After retrieving my senses and composure, I cleaned the remaining semen of my dick with her panties and let both pieces of lingerie in the laundry basket, where I found them in the first place, waiting anxiously (but also with fear) for the result when Susan will come across them, desecrated.