Chapter 3 :

Curiosity and Skin

I could n't kibosh thinking about her.

Every clip I closed my eyes, I saw that towel clinging to her hips, the way she leaned in, the way her voice dipped when she talked about being wanted.

I tried to jerk off and bury about it, but every meter 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 space to bring in my top dog. But by mid-afternoon, the sun beating down and boredom wrapping around me like a mantle, I found myself back at the gate.

Katherine was already out by the syndicate, stretched out on a lounger in a precious coral two-piece this meter -- thinner than the black one. Thinner everywhere. Her sunglasses were on, and she looked like a fair sex who had zero fucks left to give. Effortless and glowing.

She saw me the second I opened the gate.

'' Twice in one hebdomad ? '' she said, smiling. `` Must be my prosperous summer. ``

I tried to laugh, but my voice caught. `` Just figured I 'd take in you up on the offer. Nothing like lemonade and bad decisions. ``

She chuckled. `` Well, you 're in the flop shoes for both. ``

I sat beside her, pulling up a chair a few feet from her dilly-dallier. She handed me a spyglass already sweating with condensation -- like she 'd swarm it expecting me.

We did n't talk for a minute. Just sat, sipping. Her wooden leg were long, crossed at the ankle. Every so often, she shifted, and I caught a flash of the soft skin beneath her bikini bottoms. My shaft had a mind of its own at this point, and I adjusted in my boxershorts more meter than I care to admit.

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

'' Yeah, '' I lied.

She let the silence knack, then said, `` Can I ask you something ? ``

'' Sure. ``

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

The lemonade nearly went down the wrong way.

'' I -- uh ... I mean ... '' I cleared my pharynx. `` 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 know what I was doing. Neither did she. We were each former 's firsts. It was ... o.k.. But nothing like the material you see online, you know ? ``

She nodded slowly. `` porno teaches a lot of bad habits. display everything, explains nada. ``

That made me laugh. `` Exactly. ``

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

I shook my principal. `` No. It 's been a while. And honestly ... it 's kinda messed with my psyche. Feels like everyone else has it figured out except me. ``

Katherine sat up, her bureau rising as she leaned forward, elbows on her genu. Her dark glasses slid down her nose, and she looked right at me.

'' Can I secernate you a secret ? ``

My meat was thudding. `` Yeah. ``

'' I think a lot of multitude are pretending. They talk a big plot. But most do n't really fuck how to listen. How to feel someone. How to enjoy it. ``

The way she said that watchword -- enjoy -- sent a shivering 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 lie with what he 's doing. ``

She smiled, softer this fourth dimension. `` That 's the initiatory step to being good. Wanting to be. ``

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

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

Before I could utter, she handed me the bottle and turned away, pulling her pilus up. The shoulder strap of her bikini twisted across her shoulder blades, and her back was all politic pelt, business firm curved shape, and glistening heat.

I froze. My hand shook a niggling as I unscrewed the cap.

'' You dependable ? '' 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 skin was warm. easygoing. I spread it across her shoulders, then down in the mouth, feeling every inch under my fingers. My cock pulsed so hard I thought I was going to blow just from touching her.

She let out a easy sigh. `` Mmm. You have decent hands. ``

I did n't rely myself to say anything. I just kept moving -- down to her let down backrest, just above the dandy of her ass. My ovolo brushed the top of her bikini backside. She did n't flinch.

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

'' You 're Sweet, Tommy, '' she said. `` virtually guys would n't be so careful. ``

'' I ... did n't require to cut through a railway line. ``

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

That hung in the air between us for a tenacious, silent second.

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

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

And I did.

Hard the entirely damn time.

CHAPTER 4

THE INVITATION

It started with a text.

Katherine :

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

I read it twice before replying. My arms ? She was flirting -- or teasing. Or maybe both. It was always hard to separate with Katherine. Her lyric had a way of sitting in your head, slow and sticky.

Me :

'' Yeah. Sure. What prison term ? ``

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

She wore lilliputian denim drawers, so soused they looked painted on. The way they hugged her thick second joint made my brain fog over, but what really knocked the farting out of me was the balmy, round outline of her pussy, pushing through the jean. percipient. Proud. That thick camel toe between her legs was impossible to neglect, impossible to forget.

Up top, she wore a slopped white crop top, no bra. Her full teat pressed against the fabric, pap teasing through in the sunlight. Her flat belly gleamed with a silver belly ring. Every inch of her was tan and smooth and perfectly fucking distracting.

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

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

At family entrepot, it was like we were on display. fountainhead -- she was.

Men stared. Like, openly. One guy walked into a sign. Another fumbled an stallion rack of paint samples. She bent over more than once to look at bag or labels, and every clock time she did, those shorts rode up and that thick pussy pressed forward, practically showing through the seams.

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

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

'' Trying not to do a scene, '' I muttered.

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

I nearly choked. She grinned wider.

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

Then she turned down the music. And everything changed.

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

I looked over. `` Of course. ``

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 dresser tighten.

'' I think about being with someone, '' she went on slowly, `` while someone else watches. Not a camera. Not a video recording. A real person. end. repose. Hidden. Watching me consume it all. Watching me get fucked. ``

Her voice hit my skin like heat.

'' I think about the way I 'd sound, '' she continued, `` the way I 'd run, the way my organic structure reacts when I 'm really taken concern of. I imagine the watcher sitting still -- cock in handwriting, probably -- just hard and desperate, trying not to rest too loud. Seeing everything. ``

I did n't respond. I could n't. I was rock punishing, 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 experience 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 merely soul I 've told. ``

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

'' Because I trust you. You 're mellisonant. rum. And you make me feel safe being a little ... wicked. ``

My nub slammed against my ribs.

She turned into her private road, the tires crunching softly over the gravel. She shifted the SUV into park but did n't get out.

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

I waited.

'' My married man 's not ... satisfying. Has n't been for a hanker time. So when he 's gone, I call a booster. Someone who knows how to do by me. ``

My chest went tight. My spike were ringing.

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

My mouth opened, but nothing came out.

She looked at me now -- channelise, open.

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

The air was thick.

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

Her voice dropped just a little more.

'' There 's a closet in my bedroom. Slatted room access. Perfect view. ``

My putz twitched so voiceless I nearly groaned out loud.

'' And if it 's too often, you can luxate out. Quietly. No one would know. ``

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 receive online. ``

She opened the threshold and stepped out, slow and bland, her duncish ass rocking in those sloshed shorts as she walked toward the house.

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

I did n't know what the underworld was going to happen Saturday night.

But I already knew where I 'd be.

Chapter 5 :

The Closet Door

I stared at my screen for a solid bit before I finally hit send.

Me :

"Hey… what clip should I come over ?"

Her reply came a few seconds later.

Katherine :

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

My heart kicked.

She'd already set it up.

No hesitation. No small public lecture. Just come.

At 8:56, I was standing at her indorse logic gate in the dark, medal sweaty, breath shallow. The porch light was off, but the lenient Orange River glow from the house spilled out through her mantle. I could hear music — low, slow, animal. Something rhythmical pulsed underneath it. A beat I could already feel in my chest.

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

Because maybe I was.

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

My warmheartedness was pounding now.

I stepped inside, shut the room access without a sound, and moved through the kitchen. The family smelled like perfume and ardent vanilla — and under that, something raw. Something real.

Her bedroom door 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 snap astray enough to see everything. I opened it, stepped inside, sat down.

And waited.

I crouched in the wickedness, affectionateness pounding, eyes locked through the slats. The bedroom glowed with candlelight, shadows swaying across the bulwark. easy euphony played low — slow, rhythmic, something that made my beat match its beat.

Then she came in.

Katherine.

blackness lacing barely clung to her curve ball, her to the full breasts lifted in the bra, hips wide-cut and swaying, her pantie pulled rigorous against that thick, wet outline between her thighs. Her skin looked flushed already, her eyes darker than I'd ever seen.

She was set. Starved.

The man followed. Tall. Wide. Confident. His dreary pelt shimmered under the twinkle, and the way he looked at her… it wasn't afters. It was claiming.

He kissed her.

Not soft not polite. oceanic abyss, wet, with his hands locked around her ass, dragging her close 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 second joint 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 canvas. I could see her thickset thighs trembling as he worked her over with his mouth — tedious at first, then deep, focused. She rocked her hips up to meet him, one leg lifted over his shoulder, her body orifice for more.

"right wing there,"she panted."Don't stop .... right f * * * ing there ....."

She cried out as he buried his spit in her, moaning, shaking, hips grinding. Her boneheaded pussy looked soaked, lips swollen, glistening under the flickering light.

Then she grabbed his arm and pulled him up middle wild, breather ragged.

Her knees hit the floor.

She undid his dungaree, pulled them down. Even from my angle, I saw it : long, thick, lowering. He hung massive between his legs, and Katherine just stared at it for a moment a wicked 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 base as she bobbed her mind, lips shiny, spit dripping down his jibe. She moaned as she worked, taking more each time. I could try it chummy, squashy sounds filling the room.

goon. Slurp. Moan.

He grunted above her, hand on her head."That's it. draw it. Just like that."

She pulled off with a pant, a filament of spit 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 sharpness of the bed, and slammed into her from behind.

barker style.

The speech sound was second : wet slaps, fast and heavy. His hips crashed into her ass with a rhythm that made the walls echo. Katherine's mouth dropped open in a scream.

"Oh my god .... YES ! Harder ...... ! screwing me harder

.. 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 spikelet. Her hands gripped the sheets like she was trying to defy on to the world.

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

Cowgirl.

She rode him like she owned him ... hips grinding in tight R-2, thighs flexing, mamilla 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 speed — bouncing now, fast and loud, her voice breaking with each slam down onto him.

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

Then she froze — trembling — fountainhead thrown back, second joint shaking around his waist. She gasped, and I saw it — her whole dead 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 hard — then turned and bent over at the wall.

He took her there, too.

From behind. Against the wall. Her deal braced. His men on her pelvic arch. The sound of it — clapping, inscrutable, wild.

"Oh f * * * —yes musical rhythm this pussy up, baby show me how much you want it god YES ..."

The way she moaned, how her body slapped against the paries with every late jabbing 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, peg pulled up over his shoulders.

Missionary. Deep. Powerful. Final.

He fucked her like a man possessed — her hands clawing at his back, her voice breaking into desperate sobs 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, sullen jet. Her intimation caught. She laughed, panting, licking a bit from her backside lip.

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

In the closet, I sat frozen.

My packer were soaked. My cock was painfully grueling, 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 press next time .