Last week I had the most incredible sexual encounter of my life, and I’m dying to share it with someone. I’ve read Penthouse for many years, but this is the first time anything’s happened to me that is worthy of inclusion in your publication.

I recently moved into an apartment complex that is closer to my work. The rental manager is a cute little Asian woman named Sydney. She first caught my attention as she was showing me through the model unit. I observed a band on her left-hand ring finger, so I dismissed the thought of anything developing between us. It wasn’t long before I discovered how premature my judgment was.

After signing the lease for the apartment I had to wait a couple of weeks before moving in. During this time I thought briefly about Sydney, but that was about it. Finally move-in day arrived, and I managed to get an early start. About two hours later I heard a soft knock on the open door. I turned around and there was Sydney, looking as cute as ever. “I just came over to do the initial inspection with you,” she said. I replied that the other manager had already done that, but that she was welcome to go over it once more in case anything had been missed. She readily agreed, and absently shut the door. I followed her about the unit as she and I scrutinized the apartment for defects.

It was in the kitchen that I got my first clue that her presence was not the result of a miscommunication. As we inspected the cupboard she kept moving closer, as though the confined space of the kitchen required it. At one point she “accidentally” brushed her rear against my front. She turned and smiled her apology as an acute throbbing started suddenly in my crotch. Also, the room itself seemed a bit warmer than it had been just a few seconds before. At this point she murmured something about having to inspect the bedroom.

I followed her down the short hallway while I visually fondled her plum-shaped bottom. She went inside and “tested” the curtains by closing them. As I was peering at the closet she softly closed the door and turned toward me. “Well, everything seems ready,” she announced, staring directly into my eyes. God, she had gorgeous eyes. As she floated toward me it dawned on me what she meant.

She came very close and faced me directly. “Are you ready?” she asked. She reached up and ran a soft hand across my cheek as I mumbled something inane. Smiling, she leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips, grasping my hand and bringing it slowly to her breast as she continued to kiss me. I was barely conscious of what was going on as a thousand tiny explosions went off inside my head.

Reluctantly our lips parted when she moved slightly away from me. Effortlessly, she pulled off her sweater and allowed me to gaze upon her perfectly shaped breasts. It took me a second to digest the fact that she was not wearing a bra, not that she would have ever needed one. My hands explored her breasts, while hers busied themselves undoing the buttons on to my jeans. She slid the jeans down my legs and moved back so I could step out of them. I quickly removed my T-shirt, but not as gracefully as she had doffed her sweater. I barely remember us removing the rest of our clothing. All of a sudden they were a rumpled heap in the middle of the floor.

Kicking aside the clothes, Sydney knelt in front of me and began to cover my midsection with tiny little kisses and nips. Finally her breathing fell on my penis as she moved closer to it. She began by kissing it along the shaft and stroking it lightly with her tongue. When it became fully engorged she took the entire length in her mouth and began to suck and lick. I’ve had this done to me many times, but never had it felt anything like this. It was as if the warmth of heaven itself had closed around me.

When she realized I was nearing orgasm she stopped what she was doing and steered both of us to the floor. As her legs spread I stared at her shaved vagina. Immediately I applied oral ministrations to her. As I savored this, she ran her fingers through my hair and moaned softly. Her fingers became entwined in my hair. Her squirming became more marked as she neared orgasm. Sensing this, I stopped what I was doing.

I moved back up her body, my tongue leaving a trail to mark its journey. Finally I reached her mouth and kissed her again, much harder this time. Her hand moved down to my crotch and gently grasped my penis. Slowly she guided me into position. With a last look into her eyes, I moved my hips slowly forward. An incredible sensation swept over me as my penis buried itself in her sweetness.

Once I was fully inside I paused for a moment. Then I began to move back and forth, my penis sliding in and out. The only sounds I could hear were our heavy breathing and the sound of love. For several minutes we were lost within each other. Occasionally my mouth would dive into hers for another taste, but our rhythm never slackened.

Sydney neared orgasm again, evidenced by the quickening of her breathing and movements. I sped up the pace as I realized I was on the brink too. Faster and faster I pumped her. Deeper and harder. Her moans quickly turned to cries as her fingernails clawed at my back, her legs locked tightly around me.

Finally she tensed mightily and went limp with a throaty yell. I let go with a powerful orgasm that coursed throughout my body.

Suddenly I felt very weak, as if all the energy had drained from my body and into hers. This wasn’t so, however, because she was as limp as an old rag doll. We lay like that for quite a time. Neither of us had the energy to make any sort of move. At last we had to do something, so I rolled off Sydney and stared blankly at the ceiling. Sydney rolled over and kissed me one last time. She said she had better get to her own apartment to clean up before she went back to the office. As she and I dressed we glanced at each other and giggled like two schoolchildren. She lightly kissed me goodbye and left me to struggle on through the rest of my day.

Although Sydney is married, she and I have had other “inspections” since. Those stories will have to wait until another time. Sometimes it does pay to pay attention to detail.