Chapter 3 :

Curiosity and Skin

I could n't stop thinking about her.

Every time I closed my middle, I saw that towel clinging to her rose hip, the way she leaned in, the way her voice dipped when she talked about being wanted.

I tried to flick off and forget about it, but every time I came, it was her face I pictured. Her laugh. Her tits spilling out of that bikini. Her lips wet from lemonade.

It was starting to get to me.

I told myself I was n't going back that day, that I needed outer space to clear my head. But by mid-afternoon, the sun beating down and boredom wrapping around me like a blanket, I found myself back at the gate.

Katherine was already out by the syndicate, stretched out on a lounger in a coral bikini this time -- thinner than the smuggled one. thinner everywhere. Her sunglasses were on, and she looked like a womanhood who had zero fucks left to collapse. Effortless and glowing.

She saw me the second I opened the gate.

'' Twice in one week ? '' she said, smiling. `` must be my golden summer. ``

I tried to express joy, but my voice caught. `` Just figured I 'd adopt you up on the go. zip like lemonade and bad conclusion. ``

She chuckled. `` Well, you 're in the in good order berth for both. ``

I sat beside her, pulling up a chairperson a few feet from her mope. She handed me a crank already sweating with condensation -- like she 'd decant it expecting me.

We did n't talk for a minute. Just sat, sipping. Her branch were long, crossed at the ankle. Every so often, she shifted, and I caught a news bulletin of the flabby hide beneath her two-piece bottoms. My dick had a head of its own at this full stop, and I adjusted in my short circuit more times than I care to admit.

'' You okay today ? '' she asked, turning her head toward me.

'' Yeah, '' I lied.

She let the muteness hang, then said, `` Can I ask you something ? ``

'' Sure. ``

'' What was your sex life like with your ex ? ``

The lemonade nearly went down the damage way.

'' I -- uh ... I mean ... '' I cleared my throat. `` Not very exciting. ``

'' That 's honest, '' she said, smiling softly. `` Why not ? ``

I glanced at her legs, her chest, then back at the sky. `` I guess ... I did n't really experience what I was doing. Neither did she. We were each former 's firsts. It was ... fine. But nothing like the stuff you see on-line, you know ? ``

She nodded slowly. `` Porn teaches a lot of bad habits. display everything, explains nothing. ``

That made me laugh. `` Exactly. ``

'' And now ? '' she asked. `` You been with anyone since ? ``

I shook my top dog. `` No. It 's been a while. And honestly ... it 's kinda messed with my head. feel like everyone else has it figured out except me. ``

Katherine sat up, her dresser rising as she leaned forward, elbows on her knees. Her sunglass slid down her poke, and she looked right at me.

'' Can I tell apart you a occult ? ``

My heart was thudding. `` Yeah. ``

'' I think a lot of masses are pretending. They talk a big game. But well-nigh do n't really fuck how to mind. How to feel someone. How to delight it. ``

The way she said that Holy Writ -- enjoy -- sent a chill through me. Like she meant something more.

I swallowed. `` I guess I just ... wan na be good at it. I do n't wan na be the guy who does n't know what he 's doing. ``

She smiled, softer this time. `` That 's the first whole step to being good. Wanting to be. ``

Another silence. Longer. Not uncomfortable -- just heavy.

Then, out of nowhere, she stood. `` I need helper with sun blocker. My back 's already turning red. ``

Before I could speak, she handed me the feeding bottle and turned away, pulling her hair up. The straps of her bikini twisted across her shoulder steel, and her back was all smooth hide, firm curves, and glistening heat.

I froze. My hired hand shook a small as I unscrewed the cap.

'' You adept ? '' she asked over her shoulder.

'' Yeah, '' I said, voice cracked. `` Just -- yeah. ``

I squeezed the lotion into my palm and slowly touched her back. Her cutis was warm. Soft. I spread it across her shoulders, then broken, feeling every inch under my fingerbreadth. My putz pulsed so laborious I thought I was going to blow just from touching her.

She let out a soft suspiration. `` Mmm. You have nice custody. ``

I did n't trust myself to say anything. I just kept moving -- down to her low back, just above the swell of her ass. My thumb brushed the top of her bikini nates. She did n't flinch.

When I pulled back, she turned to face me. Her cheeks were a slight flushed -- maybe from the sun, maybe not.

'' You 're Sweet, Tommy, '' she said. `` Most guy wire would n't be so thrifty. ``

'' I ... did n't want to bilk a line. ``

She tilted her school principal. `` What if I do n't mind you stepping over it ? ``

That hung in the air between us for a long, dumb second.

Then she smiled again -- playful, unreadable -- and slid her sunglasses back up.

'' Thanks for the help, '' she said, lying back down. `` You 're welcome to stay. ``

And I did.

Hard the whole darn time.

CHAPTER 4

THE INVITATION

It started with a text.

Katherine :

'' Hey sweet boy. Wan na ride to Home Depot with me ? I need help carrying mulch and I like your weapon system. ``

I read it twice before replying. My arms ? She was flirting -- or teasing. Or maybe both. It was always concentrated to recite with Katherine. Her words had a way of sitting in your read/write head, dim and sticky.

Me :

'' Yeah. for certain. What sentence ? ``

She picked me up around noon, and the second I opened the passenger doorway, I forgot how to breathe.

She wore tiny denim drawers, so tight they looked painted on. The way they hugged her midst thighs made my brain fog over, but what really knocked the wind out of me was the soft, troll synopsis of her pussy, pushing through the denim. light. Proud. That thick camel toe between her legs was unimaginable to neglect, out of the question to forget.

Up top, she wore a blotto Edward White crop top, no bra. Her replete tits pressed against the fabric, nipples teasing through in the sunlight. Her vapid belly gleamed with a silver grey belly ring. Every in of her was tan and shine and perfectly fucking distracting.

'' You getting in, or you gon na stand up there all summertime ? '' she said, smiling.

I climbed in fast, hoping she did n't notice the way I adjusted my shorts.

At Home storehouse, it was like we were on display. well -- she was.

Men stared. Like, openly. One guy walked into a signal. Another fumbled an entire wrack of pigment sample. She bent over more than once to look at cup of tea or labels, and every clip she did, those short circuit rode up and that thick pussy pressed forward, practically showing through the seams.

And Katherine ? She did n't seem to find. Or maybe she did.

She caught me looking and smiled. `` You 're pipe down today. ``

'' Trying not to make a conniption, '' I muttered.

'' A scene ? '' she laughed. `` Tommy, you 're the most polite guy I 've ever seen engagement a boner in public. ``

I nearly choked. She grinned wider.

The driving force back was quieter -- sonorous, even. The air between us felt charged, like something unspoken had grown too big to ignore.

Then she turned down the medicine. And everything changed.

'' Can I evidence you something ? '' she asked.

I looked over. `` Of row. ``

She stared out the windshield. Her voice dropped just a little.

'' I have a fantasy. One I 've never told anyone. ``

The way she said it made my breast tighten.

'' I think about being with someone, '' she went on slowly, `` while mortal else watches. Not a camera. Not a telecasting. A real number person. finale. placidity. Hidden. Watching me take it all. Watching me get fucked. ``

Her vox hit my skin like heat.

'' I think about the way I 'd sound, '' she continued, `` the way I 'd propel, the way my body reacts when I 'm really taken caution of. I imagine the witness sitting still -- cock in hand, probably -- just hard and desperate, trying not to breathe too loud. Seeing everything. ``

I did n't respond. I could n't. I was rock hard, breath shallow, almost dizzy with how much I wanted her.

'' I 've never done it, '' she said. `` But I want to. One day. ``

I could sense my pulse everywhere. In my throat. In my fingertips. In the unbearable pressure between my legs.

She glanced at me. Her eyes were n't teasing anymore. They were honest.

'' You 're the only person I 've told. ``

'' Why ? '' I asked, throat dry.

'' Because I trust you. You 're sweetened. Curious. And you make me experience safe being a picayune ... wicked. ``

My heart and soul slammed against my ribs.

She turned into her driveway, the tires crunching softly over the crushed rock. She shifted the SUV into park but did n't get out.

'' There 's something else, '' she said.

I waited.

'' My husband 's not ... satisfying. Has n't been for a retentive time. So when he 's gone, I call a protagonist. Someone who knows how to handle me. ``

My chest went tight. My ears were ringing.

'' He comes over, '' she said simply. `` Fucks me. Makes me cum. Then leaves. ``

My mouth opened, but zippo came out.

She looked at me now -- direct, open.

'' He 's coming this weekend. Saturday. ``

The air was thick.

'' You do n't suffer to be involved, '' she said softly. `` But if you 're singular ... if you wanted to watch ... ''

Her voice dropped just a little more.

'' There 's a closet in my bedroom. Slatted doors. perfect tense view. ``

My turncock twitched so hard I nearly groaned out loud.

'' And if it 's too practically, you can skid out. Quietly. No one would jazz. ``

I just stared at her. Breath caught in my throat.

'' But if you stay ... '' she smiled gently, `` you might learn something you wo n't ever happen online. ``

She opened the door and stepped out, slack and fluent, her thick ass rocking in those tight shorts as she walked toward the house.

I stayed sitting in the passenger seat, staring through the windshield like the world had just shifted under me.

I did n't eff what the Scheol was going to materialise Saturday night.

But I already knew where I 'd be.

Chapter 5 :

The press Door

I stared at my blind for a solid minute before I finally hit send.

Me :

"Hey… what time should I come over ?"

Her reply came a few indorsement later.

Katherine :

"9. Come to the rachis gate. It'll be unlocked. He'll already be inside."

My heart kicked.

She'd already set it up.

No indisposition. No small lecture. Just come.

At 8:56, I was standing at her backrest gate in the dark, medal sweaty, breathing spell shoal. The porch light was off, but the piano orange radiance from the home spilled out through her drapery. I could hear music — low, tedious, sultry. Something rhythmical pulsed underneath it. A round I could already finger in my chest.

I slipped inside, closed the gate behind me, and crept through the railyard like I was breaking the law.

Because maybe I was.

The sliding room access was cracked open, just like she said. I didn't see anyone, but I heard voices. A man's, low and harsh. Katherine's, piano. Flirty. Laughing.

My heart was pounding now.

I stepped inside, shut the door without a sound, and moved through the kitchen. The house smelled like essence and strong vanilla — and under that, something raw. Something real.

Her bedroom room access was half-closed.

I slipped into the hallway, crept up to the edge, and there it was. The closet.

Just like she said — slatted door, a crevice broad enough to see everything. I opened it, stepped inside, sat down.

And waited.

I crouched in the wickedness, heart hammering, eyes locked through the slats. The bedroom glowed with candlelight, shadows swaying across the walls. Soft music played low — slow, rhythmic, something that made my pulse peer its beat.

Then she came in.

Katherine.

Black lacing barely clung to her curvature, her full breasts lifted in the bra, hip joint wide and swaying, her scanty pulled tight against that midst, wet outline between her second joint. Her skin looked flushed already, her eyes darker than I'd ever seen.

She was cook. Starved.

The man followed. Tall. Wide. Confident. His blue skin shimmered under the brightness level, and the way he looked at her… it wasn't dessert. It was claiming.

He kissed her.

Not subdued not polite. Deep, wet, with his bridge player locked around her ass, dragging her finis until there was no space left. She melted into him. Moaned against his mouth.

Then he lowered her to the bed and dropped to his knees.

She spread her thigh for him slow, deliberate and his head went between them like a man who knew exactly what he was doing.

Katherine gasped."Ohh, fuuuuck…"

Her back arched, hands clawing at the sheets. I could see her thick thighs palpitation as he worked her over with his mouth — slow at first, then cryptical, focused. She rocked her hips up to assemble him, one leg lifted over his berm, her body opening for more.

"Right there,"she panted."Don't break .... aright f * * * ing there ....."

She cried out as he buried his tongue in her, moaning, shaking, hips grinding. Her thick pussy looked soaked, back talk swollen, glistening under the flickering light.

Then she grabbed his arm and pulled him up middle waste, breath ragged.

Her stifle hit the floor.

She undid his blue jean, pulled them down. Even from my angle, I saw it : long, thick, grave. He hung monolithic between his legs, and Katherine just stared at it for a import a skanky smile curling on her lips.

"God, I've missed this cock,"she whispered.

She leaned in and started sucking him.

Wet, messy, greedy.

Both hands wrapped around the stand as she bobbed her heading, lips shiny, spit dripping down his beam of light. She moaned as she worked, taking more each clock time. I could hear it thickheaded, sloppy sounds filling the room.

lubber. Slurp. Moan.

He grunted above her, deal on her chief."That's it. give suck it. Just like that."

She pulled off with a pant, a strand of spittle still connected to the tip.

"I want you inside me,"she growled.

He didn't need to be told twice.

He grabbed her, turned her over the edge of the bed, and slammed into her from behind.

Doggy style.

The auditory sensation was instant : wet slaps, fast and sound. His hips crashed into her ass with a rhythm that made the walls echo. Katherine's mouth dropped receptive in a scream.

"Oh my god .... YES ! Harder ...... ! shtup me surd

.. fill me up .... quid this pussy !"

She looked possessed. Her back arched perfectly, ass bouncing back to meet every thrust.

The bed creaked, shook. Sweat beaded down her spine. Her hands gripped the sheets like she was trying to contain on to the world.

Then she twisted, rolled him onto his dorsum, and climbed on top.

Cowgirl.

She rode him like she owned him ... hip grinding in soused circles, thighs flexing, breast bouncing in her bra.

"You like watching me, baby ?"she moaned into the air."You watching me get fucked ?"

I nearly moaned out loud in the closet.

She picked up stop number — bouncing now, fast and loudly, her vox breaking with each shaft down onto him.

"Ohh yes—yes—right there—I'm gon na cum again, fuck—don't halt !"

Then she froze — trembling — head thrown back, thigh shaking around his waistline. She gasped, and I saw it — her whole body rocked as she came hard, grinding on his cock, crying out like it had wrecked her.

And still, she wasn't done.

She slipped off, pulled him up, kissed him gruelling — then turned and hang over at the wall.

He took her there, too.

From behind. Against the rampart. Her workforce braced. His hands on her hips. The sound of it — clapping, deep, wild.

"Oh f * * * —yes round this pussy up, infant show me how lots you want it god YES ..."

The way she moaned, how her body slapped against the paries with every deep thrust I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move.

Then came the last switch.

He lifted her again, carried her back to the bed, and laid her down feather, wooden leg pulled up over his shoulders.

Missionary. Deep. Powerful. Final.

He fucked her like a man possessed — her hands clawing at his spine, her voice breaking into heroic motherfucker of pleasure.

"I'm gon na cum—oh my god—I'm cumming—don't stop—please don't stop—"

Her whole body locked up and shattered again — twice, I think — and finally he groaned, pulled out, stroked himself hard—

And finished across her chest.

Thick, hard spurts. Her breathing space caught. She laughed, panting, licking a bit from her bottom lip.

"God,"she whispered,"I needed that."

In the closet, I sat frozen.

My shorts were soaked. My rooster was painfully heavily, untouched, leaking. My whole body was buzzing like I'd just jumped into lightning.

Katherine was nothing like I thought.

She wasn't just sexy.

She was a storm.

And I knew without a doubt

I wouldn't be in the wardrobe next fourth dimension .