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 close to my office. The rental manager is a cute little Asian woman named Susanna. She first caught my eye when 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. 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 Susanna, 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 one, 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 around the unit as she scrutinized the apartment for defects.

In the bathroom, I got my first clue that there was more going on. She kept moving closer, as though the confined space required it. At one point she “accidentally” brushed her rear against my front. She turned and smiled her apology, but an acute throbbing had started in my crotch. 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. “Well, everything seems ready,” she announced. She came very close and faced me directly. “Are you ready?” she asked, running a soft hand across my cheek. Smiling, she leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips, grasping my hand and bringing it to her breast.

She moved slightly away from me, pulled off her sweater, and allowed me to gaze upon her perfectly shaped breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra — not that she would have ever needed one. My hands explored her perky tits while she unbuttoned my jeans. She slid them down my legs so I could step out of them. I quickly removed my T-shirt, but not as gracefully as she had doffed her sweater.

Susanna knelt in front of me and covered my midsection with tiny little kisses and nips. Finally her breath fell on my penis. 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 sucked and licked. When she realized I was nearing orgasm, she stopped and steered me to the floor.

Her hand gently grasped my penis as she guided me into position. I moved my hips forward till I was fully inside, then paused for a moment. I began to move back and forth, my dick sliding in and out. The only sounds were our heavy breathing and our skin smacking together.

Susanna neared orgasm, so I picked up the pace till I was on the brink, too. I pumped her faster and faster, deeper and harder. Her moans turned to cries and her fingernails clawed at my back as her legs locked tightly around me. Finally she tensed mightily and came with a throaty yell. I let go with a powerful orgasm that coursed throughout my body.

After a few minutes, Susanna said she had better get to her own apartment to clean up before going back to the office. As she and I dressed, we kept glancing at each other and laughing. She kissed me good-bye and left me alone to finish moving in.

Although Susanna is married, she’s come over since then for other “inspections.” Those stories will have to wait until another time.