Tommy was starting to cum, and buried his cock all the in and blew his entire load inside her. He slowly pulled out and was instantly replaced by the fastest acting guy, while Tommy moved to her mouth and got cleaned off with her mouth. The other guy who was left out moved under Donna and started to place his cock at the entrance of her ass. I never thought of this while I was up there, and it made me totally jealous. The two friends started to double team her while Tommy was sucked back into a full hard on. The guy on the bottom reached up and started to squeeze her tits very hard and Donna seemed to love this and all the attention she was getting. Both Tommy’s friends started to really double team Donna, and she was about to go crazy with pleasure.
Tommy stopped getting head to watch close-up the friend on top, jump up and blow his huge load of cum onto Donna’s face and chest. The guy beneath her that was ramming her ass, was also just over the edge. He pulled out and aimed his cock right at her pussy. He shot a large load at her snatch, and started to insert it in her pussy. Without missing a stroke, he started to pump her hard and finished cumming the last bit in her pussy. Donna was feeling exhausted, but Tommy wanted more. After his cock was brought back to full attention, he ordered the handcuffs off. Donna seemed to like this but was soon to find out that Tommy wanted her turned around so they could handcuff her back up to the bed doggie style.
Donna knew that they were just starting and gave out a big sigh. The next thing was Tommy at her back door wanting to fuck her ass himself. He spread cum from her pussy and wiped it at the entrance to her ass. Tommy lined it up and started to go full steam into her ass hole. She screamed and grunted as he started to fuck her very hard in her ass. The pleasure on their faces was easy to see. Tommy started to say something, but just let out a big roar and pumped load after load into Donna’s stretched ass. The other two guys lined up to re-fuck her pussy again.
Both lined up for some more head and made plans to fuck her again. They waited for Tommy to move and lined up right were he had been. One started to thrust his cock into her well heated pussy. The second guy, got a hand job while waiting his turn. He would squeeze her tits waiting for the chance to fuck this girl. The blindfold was working great, and Donna didn’t know who was fucking her and in what position. The first guy blew his load inside her pussy, and slowly slid out to allow his friend the same position. The second guy started to pump her pussy, but moved and started to fuck her ass.
He made several attempts to switch between the two holes, and finally decided to finish off in her beautiful ass. He pumped for several more minutes and pulled out till his head was at the opening of Donna’s ass. He came at the entrance to her ass with a large roar himself. The cum was dripping down her legs and pussy. They left her there and decided to go out for last call and return for some more fun. The got dressed, very slowly and started to leave telling Donna they would be back, and maybe bring back more people to fuck her. She sounded unsure, until Tommy rubbed her pussy hard and squeezed her tits. She said she couldn’t wait, and neither could I.
As soon as they left, I went back upstairs and let myself back in the room. Sure enough, there was Donna with her ass up in the air in the doggie style position. I put my camera in my hand and got a close-up shot. My cock was at her ass crack and I was all ready. The cum from the other guys was still dripping down when I inserted my cock into her ass hole. She was super tight but it felt good. I wasted no time in fucking her hard and fast. Before I knew it, my balls were ready to cum. I buried my cock in her ass and let it rip. I could feel my toes curl, and just trying to keep the camera straight was tough. I groaned and loaded her ass with more cum. As I slowly pulled out, the camera captured my cum still dripping from her beautiful ass cheeks. Exhausted, I pulled out and snuck back down stairs to review the video tape. This was unreal, and the whole thing was caught on tape.
Her boyfriend came back alone, but continued to fuck her for another two hours. The footage of them and me was unbelievable. Finally he unties her and they both curl up and instantly fall asleep. I was just wondering if I could sneak up one more time, but I didn’t.
The tapes would still be here for me to watch over and over, but I couldn’t wait for the next chance to meet my neighbor (even if she didn’t know it was me). I also dated her blond friend I meet at her party, but this is a another story for another day.
The End
A Wet Dream
Sandy awoke to the sounds of the shower. She lay there in the warm bed, cuddling her husband’s still warm pillow. She would normally be quite content to go back to sleep. However, after last night, lying in bed was not what she wanted. Sandy and Dave had had one of those lovemaking sessions that required the bed to be remade (twice) and Sandy wanted more.
She threw off the covers and crawled quietly in to the bathroom. As she flushed, she heard Dave say, “You’re up early.” She opened the shower door, threw her nighty to the floor. “I was hoping to say the same to you,” as she told her husband she entered the shower.
Dave’s arms immediately enveloped. A small pool of water filled the space between her breasts. The couples stood in the warm spray, letting the warm, moist air caress their skin, content for the moment to let the shower do its magic.
After what seemed to be an hour (much too short of a time to Sandy), Dave lifted her chin and kissed her. He kissed her lips, neck, and face. Tenderly exploring and loving her skin with his lips, he rubbed and massaged her back and bottom with his strong hands. The air was really getting hot and the source was not the hot-water heater.
Without warning Dave twirled Sandy and switched positions, placing her under the shower spray. She felt the warm streams of water stroking her scalp. Dave reached for the bottle of “special” shampoo, the one that smelled so nice. He suggestively squirted some into the palm of his hand, smirked and started slowly lathering Sandy’s hair. She almost melted as his hands massaged the shampoo through her hair and onto her scalp.
Sandy’s senses were being confused. On the one hand there were Dave’s hands, relaxing her, loosening her grip on her purpose. Then there was the rest of her, in close contact with Dave’s naked body, exciting her, causing her to want more of him. She was in quite the pickle and she LOVED it!
Sandy’s revelry was interrupted when Dave started to rinse the shampoo from her hair. Sandy quickly bent her neck, placing the top of her head squarely into the center of Dave’s chest, leaving a frothy oval. “You wicked imp,” he said to her. She just beamed at him and giggled as she tilted her head back. The spray was making small rivers through her hair, tickling her scalp. Leaning back into the spray, Sandy grabbed Dave bottom for balance, forcing their hips together, taking the heat in the shower up a notch.
Sandy was content for the moment with the warm spray on her head, Dave’s fingers running through her hair and their hips pressed together. However, Dave had other plans. He again picked Sandy up and twirled her around so he was in the shower spray. He reached for the soap and again suggestively squirted a dab into the palm of his hand. He rubbed his hands together and created a rich, thick lather. He started at her neck and lathered her up. He gently rubbed his soapy hands over her neck, shoulders, back, and bottom. His hands were divine. He worked from her neck to her bottom, making sure all areas of her were quite soapy and clean.
After a short pause (to re-soap his hands), Dave spun Sandy so that he faced her back. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. While his hands soaped up her breasts, Dave rubbed his body against her soapy back. This “Human Loofa” was something he knew drove her crazy. Gone was the sensory confusion. This was sensual over stimulation.
The temperature began to rise and so did Dave. Sandy aided his erection by working her own “Human Loofa” actions, pressing her soapy bottom and back against his manhood.
Sandy was REALLY getting clean (in a dirty sort of way). Dave’s left hand moved south as his right continued to rub and massage her breasts. Dave made sure Sandy was clean “everywhere” by making small circles in Sandy’s womanhood. The rubbing of her breasts and the pinching of her nipples just made Sandy want to “Loofa” Dave’s manhood more.
Sandy was hot, VERY HOT. Dave was hard, like a piece of steel. There was only one thing to do …
RINSE!
Sandy moved regretfully broke Dave’s love hold. She asked Dave for the shower head. When he turned to removed it from its cradle, Sandy pressed close to Dave’s back and reached for his manhood. She stroked the slippery rod slowly several times until Dave stopped her. He handed her the shower head. Sandy rinsed the soap away and using her own fingers she made sure all of her was clean. She then turned the shower spray on Dave. Starting at his chest she gently rinsed him, at times aiding the shower with her lips and tongue. She slowly moved down his body until she reached his stiff, erect member to which she paid extra attention. Up and down his rod she moved. By his reaction, Sandy knew he would not last long.
Sandy suddenly stopped, stood, opened the shower door and left. “Hey! Where are going?” Dave growled at her. Sandy soon returned with her shaving stool. She set the stool down and placing her hands on the stool, she bent over and red her “womanhood” to Dave.
He smiled and moved forward. Entering her from behind, he at first very slowly slid into Sandy, pushing the full length of his shaft into her. Then very slowly, he removed it. Again, he slowly pushed in and ever so slowly, he pulled out. This was too much for Sandy. She wanted it deep, fast, and hard but Dave was in control and he knew it!
Dave slowly increased his pace. Ever so slowly, he increased his pace. Sandy was in a fast burn. She wanted more, she needed more, she begged for more but Dave had a plan and was sticking to it. Finally, Sandy felt her orgasm building. This was going to be the “mother of all orgasms”. Dave’s pace was getting closer to what she wanted. Sandy was getting closer … Closer … CLOSER, … CLOSER!! She was getting higher and higher until finally she arched her back and…
Her eyes fluttered up and she awoke to the sounds of the shower. She lay in the warm bed, cuddling her husband’s still warm pillow, shaking and sweaty. She needed a shower, and now would be the BEST time.
The End
The Therapy Session
“Doc, I’m just not sure how to describe these dreams. They’re so… weird.” Tony Francola sat in his chair, staring at his hands. In his mind’s eye, the “dreams” were extremely vivid, and a product, he was sure, of an overactive imagination. But they were inundating his sleep, keeping him from rest, and Tony decided he had better talk about it before it sent him over the edge.
“Tony, I’m assuming that these weren’t garden-variety weird dreams, or you wouldn’t be here. We’ve already talked about how stresses in our daily lives can affect our subconscious.” The doctor made several notes on his clipboard. “But you seem to think that’s not the case. In order to understand that, I have to know about your dreams, in all the detail you can give me.”
“Okay, Doc. Let me see…” Tony closed his eyes and tried to relax. After a few minutes, the most recent dream started to return to him. “I’m in a totally white room, almost antiseptic. There’s a large sleeping mat in the center of the floor. I’m just standing there, wearing a white jump suit of some sort. On the other side of the room, a door opens, and a woman walks in, she’s wearing the same kind of jump suit.”
“This woman, Tony, did you recognize her? Do you know her from somewhere?”
“No, doc, I’ve never seen her before I had this dream. And even if I saw her on the street, I’m not sure I’d recognize her, or if it would even be the same person.”
“Okay, so she’s not a friend or acquaintance of some sort. Can you describe this woman, Tony?”
“She’s white, I’d say mid-twenties, shoulder-length brunette hair, moderate build, large breasts… nicely large breasts.” A smile came to Tony’s face as he recalled how the smallish-size jumpsuit had struggled to contain her breasts. “Then for some reason I had this… urge…. to ask why she was there?”
“Did you ask her?”
“Yes, and she said, ‘I am here to serve and please you.’ It struck me as odd for a second. But before I could think about it, I was telling her to strip. And she complied without any hesitation.”
“How did that make you feel, Tony? In this dream, how did it feel to have a woman take off her clothes simply because you told her to?”
“It was quite a rush, Doc. Here was this moderately attractive lady, saying she would serve me, and taking off her clothes simply because I told her to.”
“Tony, are you into S&M or other forms of kink, like Domination and submission?”
“Not that I knew of before, doc. But that may be changing.” A lewd smile came to Tony’s face. “Anyway, she starts taking off this jump suit, and I’m having a nice ol’ woody on the spot. But when she reaches to remove her bra, I tell her to stop.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, Doc. I just had this… urge… that made me do that.”
“Okay, so you have this woman standing there in her bra. Was she wearing anything else?”
“Just some skimpy bikini panties, doc. And for some reason, I just had to rub her mound. So I walked over to her and put my hand on her crotch. She jolted for a second, like she had been knocked out of a trance. Then she says again, ‘I am here to serve and please you.’ So I walk around her, looking her over. Then I reach around and take those nice large breasts into my hands and squeeze them. She sighs and says, ‘Do with me as you will, Sir. I am yours’.”
“So, Tony, a woman you’ve never met before basically gives herself to you as a sexual play toy in this totally white room. This, I must say personally, is quite a dream.”
“Oh, it gets better, doc, and stranger. I tell her to undress me, and she does, gets me totally naked. Then I tell her to kneel. By this time, she’s doing anything I tell her, no questions asked. Then I get this… urge is all I can call it… to have her blow me. And oh boy, it was the best blow job I ever had. But while she’s blowing me, I have her take her bra off and hand it to me. And here’s where it gets really weird.”
“Oh? How so, Tony?”
“For some reason, I start spanking her with it!! I’ve never spanked anyone in my life.”
“And how did that feel? Spanking this woman?”
“It was an incredible turn-on, doc. And she just ate it up, started moaning with each spank. She was doing me so good that I had to explode. And I did… all over her breasts. Then I rubbed it into her skin, massaged her entire body with my cum. Then I had another urge… and I was spanking her mound with her bra. Oh, did she ever eat that up!!! Then she says to me, ‘Sir, I need to cum, but I can’t without your permission. Please, please, let me cum!!’ That was quite heady for me.”
“So, did you allow her to orgasm, Tony?”
“No. For some reason, I made her hold it. I just had to have her strip off her panties. Then I layed down, and had her kneel over my face. And let me tell you, her pussy was a nice sight to see that close. Then I had another urge… told her she could cum only when I squeezed both of her breasts… and until I did that to grind my face with her pussy.”
“Did she comply?”
“INSTANTLY, doc. It was like she was a sexual puppet, and I was pulling all her strings. Talk about a head rush!! I didn’t think a woman would give that much power over herself to a man. So I had her grinding me… and just when I was going to squeeze her breasts, an urge would hit me, and I’d only squeeze one. She growled and/or sighed with each squeeze, but never stopped servicing me. Then, finally I squeezed both breasts. Doc, have you ever had a woman’s pussy explode in your face?”
“Well, Tony, that’s not what we’re here to talk about.”
“If you ever get the chance, doc, experience it. I just licked it up, literally. She was pretty good tasting, too. So good I just had to go inside her. So I pushed her off, had her lay down, and pretty soon I’m banging her like nobody’s business. Then… I stopped.”
“Another urge?”
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“Yeah, doc, another urge. And I look over, and there’s this table. I don’t know how I missed it before, but I must have. Anyway, it’s covered with sex toys. Vibrators, leather collars, creams, paddles, and one thing I’d never seen before, looked like a cat-o-nine-tails out of an old pirate film. Suddenly, I’m having her kneel over this bar on the side of the room, a vibrator going in her pussy, while I’m spanking her with this cat-o-nine-tails thing. She’s happily moaning each time I spank her. Then for some reason, I tie her feet and hands to the base of this bar. You wanna hear something really crazy? She became even more relaxed!!”
“Tony, some people enjoy sensual bondage, actually being tied up or tied down while having sex with a partner. It’s all consensual, but a lot of folks frown upon it, so most folks keep that kind of desire private. Have you ever read erotic books, Tony? Do you like x-rated films? Ever had a desire to tie up a girl while having sex with her?”
“No, never, doc. Hell, I haven’t picked up a copy of Playboy in years. I have absolutely no idea where this came from.”
“But you are considering pursuing it?” “Well, I’m not sure… part of it still feels weird to me. Like it’s not real.”
“Oh it’s quite real, Tony, if not exactly well known. There are many folks who lead normal, ordinary everyday lives who, when they get with that someone special, either need to control their partner in a loving sensual manner, or be controlled in that same way. And they are often some of the most protective people when it comes to their partner. But, it’s not for everybody. So, if you keep having these dreams, I’d suggest you check it out safely, read some informational books, before going and leaping into it. Talk with folks on the internet, but be careful, because there are some predators out there as well. But for today, I’m afraid our time is up. Just realize, you may be a little different than you thought.”
Several minutes after Tony left, the doctor opened a desk drawer and pressed a button. A bookcase on the far wall slid away, revealing a large video screen. A fractal pattern was playing on it.
“Control, this is Observer eight-one-five. Patch me through to research division Kil-Nu-Shiga.” Several seconds later, a face appeared on his screen.
“Eight-one-five, you know it is dangerous to contact us this way. What if someone –”
“Relax, Verek, my office door is locked. How goes your research?”
“It goes quite well, Kronai. We are learning much about these humans, especially with the new methods.”
“I’m glad you brought that up, Verek. How are you determining which command profiles to use?”
“With the mind-scans, Kronai. You know that, you were here when we started this research. We scan and catalogue their minds, their memories, their attitudes, their preferences, likes and dislikes. Then we use that to determine what command sequence profiles to use.”
“Are you using ideas they have enjoyed before? Or are you programming the subjects to do things they would normally reject?”
“We are having them do things they have not or would not consider in their regular lives. That way, there is nothing in their minds or their experiences that can trigger a memory of their time in observation.”
“Are the humans responding to the mind controllers?”
“See for yourself, Kronai.” The image on the video screen changed to a totally white room with a large sleeping mat in the middle. In the room were two women, naked but for large headbands, actively participating in a lesbian sexual encounter. “These two females are a perfect example. The tall one has a religious hatred of any homosexuals. The short one is a devoted wife who has never considered sex with anyone but her husband, and has an innate distrust of what the humans call Hispanics. Yet, look at them now.” The short white housewife was actively sucking the genitals and fondling the breasts of the tall Latino woman. The sexual pleasure on the face of the anti-homosexual Latino was more than evident. “Also, the addition of the physical stimulus to the mental manipulation has yielded results beyond anything we anticipated. We are learning much about these humans. How to stimulate them, control them, even breed them into the labor force we will need in the years to come. The mental implantations are working well.”
“Maybe too well, Verek. I just finished interviewing subject TF-409-M. He is having vivid recollections of the session he was put through, of performing actions he readily told me he had never before in his life considered. I read the research report before he came in, so I would know what he was programmed to do and how he responded. He recalled almost every detail of his time in Research. Either he was over-stimulated, or someone in memory replacement a made big mistake.”
“What about his counterpart?”
“JL-328-F? She hardly recalls anything, other than a nice vague dream that makes her feel sensual. Better check on who handled the memory reprograms on both of them, and see if any mistakes were made. And be sure that there aren’t any further problems. The last thing we need is for the humans to find out that beings from another planet are scouting them out for selective slave breeding.”
“I’ll get right on it, Kronai. And be sure that you aren’t compromised yourself. We don’t need you exposing us, either.”
“Agreed. To the future of the Pok-Char, my friend. May the Universe treat us kindly.”
“To the future of the Pok-Char, Kronai.”
The End
Noisy
It should be a foggy night – I do enjoy the sound of the foghorns singing their slow melancholy dirge – when I meet her for a stroll along the water. It’s pretty quiet at night, except for the night spots which are quite raucous on the weekend. As we near one I mention that my office is just underneath. Very quiet during the day, but late at night on the weekend with the dance music going it’s quite loud in the office. Not a whole lot of fun working late in the evenings on these nights – aside from the distraction of the noise there’s the thought that so many people are having fun upstairs while I’m working. Every now and then I think that it would be nice to have even more fun than they’re having…
Inside the office, only dim indirect lights giving a warm relaxing glow, I lead her to my corner where I have a leather couch –I bought it a few years back as a comfort for my office. It is very cozy. We sit down together and talk quietly, but the noise from above makes it a little difficult. It’s not a completely romantic setting – we are after all in an office and the music is dance music, not my first choice for the bedroom. But that leads to a playfully naughty mood, and discussions about noises to drown out the music. Somehow the conversation turns to sex noises… including the famous orgasm-in-a-restaurant scene from “When Harry Met Sally”. We taking turns making our best efforts to mimic our own orgasm sounds but I don’t think either of us have quite what it takes to really fake it. On her third attempt I suggest that she might need a little inspiration… and slowly reach over to caress her breast while she tries again. I observe that the result is a significant improvement and suggest she try one more time… with my mouth on her nipple. I can feel her breathing quicken this time, can feel my own lust surging as her vocalization includes more real pleasure and less imagined. Once more? With a little more feeling?
I slip down to my knees and reach up under her skirt to slip her panties off. I gently kiss up her leg, from her knee just above her boot to the top of her stocking, then hesitating slightly as I reach my hand up to find her breast and listen to her first audible moans. More kisses inside her thighs, followed by a much higher pitched gasp as my lips find her mons. Her legs relax and spread just a little and as my tongue slips gently down through her pubic hair, moving from side to side to feel the outline of her clitoral shaft, I hear a far different sound than her previous attempts. As my tongue reaches her clitoris her body starts writhing with each progressively louder moan. My tongue dives deep inside, then runs up again to tease her clit, her legs squeezing me tightly now, hands clutched around my wrist holding it to her breast, finally a nearly deafening cry thunders through the room as her whole body convulses with pleasure.
“That was convincing,” I compliment as I climb up from between her legs.
“I want to hear your best attempt,” she smirks as she pulls open my pants and slip down to her knees in front of me.
My moans are gentle as she runs her tongue around my shaft, flicking it lightly. Louder as she closes her lips around me, licking and gently sliding her lips up and down. Louder and deeper as she closes one hand tightly around me, teasing my balls with her other hand while sliding her lips up and down faster. The louder I get the faster she moves, her hands moving much more quickly now. I let out a deep bellowing moan but she slowly slips her lips from me, squeezing tightly and sending shivers through my body but then shakes her our head slowly.
“Not very convincing at all… perhaps we should try that together?”
She steps up onto the couch and holding her skirt up she lowers herself slowly onto my shaft, both of us together moaning loudly at the overwhelming pleasure. Slowly her hips start moving, my lips finding her nipples through her open blouse. As my hands guide her hips I hear those same sounds coming once more… my moans muffled into her breast as she squeezes me and cries out…
“Now together…” she says to me once she catches her breath.
I pick her up and put her down on the couch on her back, my hands on her breasts as I start voicing my pleasure for real. Her fingers squeezing my nipples as I pump madly into the couch, my own screams this time complimenting her as she comes and squeezes me until I explode too, the cacophony of our voices seeming to echo through the office as we collapse into each others’ arms.
“That sounded just about right…”
The quiet of the fog is incredible once we leave the office and the dance beat from upstairs. Just the fog horn once again sounding sad. But we’re filled with an incredible joy… if just a little hoarse in the throat.
The End
Improbable, Yet Sexy, Work Fuck
Clover worked the graveyard shift at a small call centre called Hastings. Hastings was an ISP, and she spent most of her time placing orders and teaching people how to reset their modems. The company was brand new and the client base was very small, and so was the workforce. Things were beginning to expand, however, and they were in desperate need of new employees to keep up with the ever-increasing call volume.
Clover had volunteered for night shifts over the next few months so that the more experienced night shift employees would be available to train the newly hired relief crew. She was a night owl anyway, and didn’t really mind staying up until 6am. There were hardly any calls after 3am anyways, and most of the other night shift employees got off at that time. The only company she had after that was Matt, a very quiet guy who had been with the company from day one. Matt made it a point to sit almost on the opposite side of the call floor, and they hardly spoke. He spent most of his time after 3am reading.
Clover usually brought some music with her and occasionally a magazine. She liked to laze in her chair, close her eyes, and zone out to Pink Floyd or Jimi Hendrix. She usually smoked a joint outside on her break; it made the time go faster.
She was young, only 23, and still in school. She was attempting to complete an MA, but it was slow going. She didn’t have enough money to pay tuition without a job, and working full time meant she didn’t have time for a full course load. All in all, she was doing ok, though. Only 2 classes and a completed thesis remained to be conquered.
This particular night at Hastings was extremely quiet. It was 3:30 am and the rest of the night shift had already gone home. Clover was curled up in her chair, knees drawn up to her legs, listening to the Kinks on her iPod. Matt was at the other end of the centre, reading Proust and looking annoyed and a little confused. Clover couldn’t blame him; Proust was thicker than Joyce.
Clover felt restless. She fiddled with the iPod, changed the music, let a song play halfway and changed the music again. She had smoked a joint a few minutes ago, on her last break of the night, and now she felt antsy instead of relaxed. She kept stealing furtive glances at Matt; she wanted a conversation, something she could usually do without. She opened her email and sent him a quick note on his company address. “Come down, it’s boring here. Let’s chat.” She hesitated over the send key. She didn’t know him all that well, no one at Hastings really did. He had been on night shifts since the very beginning and kept mostly to himself.
She had chatted casually with him now and then, but had gotten the impression that he didn’t enjoy it. They didn’t seem to have much in common. She did think he was handsome, though. He was tall and lean, with dark curly hair and blue eyes. He dressed casually all the time, jeans and a t-shirt, but managed to look beautiful in them. She had sometimes wondered what it would be like to be with him, but most of the girls assumed he was gay, and she couldn’t quite argue; he had never shown any interest in any of the women at work.
With a small sigh, she hit the send key and heard the ding at the computer down the aisle as the email popped into his inbox. He marked his place in his book with his finger and opened the email. She saw his eyebrow raise out of the corner of her eye, and he glanced down at her quickly, then looked back at the screen. She waited a moment, watching him in her peripheral vision, pretending to be extremely engrossed in her computer screen. He leaned back in his chair, put his feet up on his desk, and went back to reading Proust.
Clover felt her cheeks flush, anger bubbling up slowly. She took a few deep breaths and turned on some Metallica, blasting it to make her feel better, to relieve her anger at the social retard she was forced to work with. She leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and let the music wash her fury away. After a few songs, the playlist switched to Neil Young and she felt herself getting drowsy, the strains of Helpless soothing her nearly to sleep. Her head tilted to the side and she sighed, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness. She almost jumped a mile when she felt a warm hand on her shoulder. Her eyes flew open and she stared blearily as Matt dropped into the chair beside her.
`What are you doing here? I thought you were too engrossed in Proust to bother with me tonight."
“Yeah, well, I don’t think anyone can be that involved in Proust without a decoder ring to make some fucking sense of this stuff. Anyways, I had to wait for my break to move; you know how Marshall gets when you’re off the system for 30 seconds without checking with him first.” Marshall was the General Manager and checked the logs every day. Logging out for no reason usually meant a trip to his office.
“Oh, right, I hadn’t thought of that” Clover muttered, mortified at her own stupidity. “So, that stuff’s hard to wade through, huh?”
‘Extremely" he said, logging into his systems, not really looking at her. “And most of the reference books on Proust are about how confusing, nonsensical, yet brilliant his work is. Explain that one.”
Clover smiled and shrugged “There’s a fine line between genius and insanity, or something like that.”
“Yeah, well, I think it’s finer than usual in this case.”
Clover settled back into her chair and plucked her ear buds out. She was so drowsy. The weed and the music had started to work on her, and even Matt’s conversation couldn’t keep her awake. He spoke quietly, mostly about Proust, and she found his voice relaxing. The only time she usually heard him speak was on the phone with a customer. His voice was deep and melodic, and she found her eyes drifting closed.
She was stuck in that place between waking and sleeping, the place where her imagination took over. The weed had made her slightly aroused, it always did, and as she dozed, his voice in her ear, his body close by, she imagined he was murmuring to her like a lover, dirty words to accompany dirty actions. She imagined his hands on her breasts, and her nipples hardened; she imagined his breath on her neck, in her ear, and she shivered; she imagined his cock, slipping into the wet heat between her legs, and she moaned softly, barely audible.
His hand touched her knee this time, shook it slightly. “Don’t fall asleep on me already, Clover” he said quietly. She opened heavily lidded eyes and looked up at him through her lashes. He must have seen the lust there, the guilty glance, because he flushed slightly and cleared his throat. “What are you thinking about, anyway. You were a million miles away just then.” He didn’t move his hand from her leg, and she liked the warmth of it there, radiating through her jeans, onto her skin. “I wasn’t that far away” she said quietly. He didn’t move, and neither did she. She sat there, leaning back in her chair as he leaned forward in his, almost above her, his knees touching hers, his hand just under her thigh. Her head was clouded from the weed she had smoked, intoxicated, and her entire body was aroused, on fire. She hesitated for a moment, then leaned forward slightly and pressed her mouth against his.
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If he was surprised, he covered it well. He leaned forward, into her kiss, and took control. His hands slid up her legs, over her thighs, to settle on her waist. His tongue parted her lips, slipped inside, pressed gently against hers. Clover shuddered and a small noise escaped her mouth, somewhere between a sigh and a moan. After a few moments, he pulled away with a groan, not meeting her gaze. “We really shouldn’t be doing this here.
There are security cameras. We’ll get so much shit for this.” His voice was rough and he had turned away from her to hide the burgeoning erection in his jeans. Clover felt the heat between her legs, intense and urgent, and knew she couldn’t leave it alone. Her panties were soaked and her nipples were hard, standing out against her t-shirt. She knew he was probably planning to take her home and fuck her when their shift ended, but she couldn’t wait that long. She needed it now.
Barely hesitating, she dropped to the floor in front of his chair. Her hands were steady and she didn’t fumble as she reached for the zipper of his jeans. He placed his hands lightly on her forearms, his face anguished. “Clover, stop. We can’t do it here, you know we can’t.” She ignored him and tugged down the zipper, popped the button open. Her right hand slipped into his pants, under the waistband of his boxers and gripped the huge, hot length of his erection. He groaned, his hands tightening on her forearms, his head slipping back until he was staring at the ceiling. ‘Clover…" he murmered, his voice so rough, so full of lust. She pulled his cock out of his pants, and before he could protest further, she had plunged her mouth down around his entire length, feeling the head hit the back of her throat.
His teeth were clenched, his eyes firmly closed. His hands moved from her forearms to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her short hair. She sucked hard on his cock, her left hand cupping his balls, her tongue sliding up and down the thick length of him. He groaned as she pulled her mouth back along his shaft, only to plunge down on him again and again. His fingers twined more tightly in her hair, he pushed her mouth down on him, pulled her back. She moaned around his cock and the vibrations made him shudder. “Oh fuck, we’re so fucking fired” he muttered, pulling her away from his dick, pressing his mouth against hers.
He pushed her chair hard and it rolled away, across the call floor. Before she really knew what he was planning, she was laying on her back on the floor, his hands tugging urgently at her jeans, pulling them down over her hips, exposing her underwear. He paused for a moment before he pulled them off, noting the dark, wet stain between her legs. Then she felt her underwear sliding down over her knees, and he was raising her hips, easing her legs apart. She felt his tongue press hard against her clit and she cried out. Her legs shuddered and he held them firmly apart, the tip of his tongue circling her clit, his fingers teasing the drenched opening of her pussy before slipping inside. She arched her back and pressed herself against his mouth, her breath coming in short gasps as he sucked her, licked her, fingered her there on the floor.
He was driving her mad, her heart was pounding, her cries getting more frantic. She squirmed under him, nearly sobbing. He took her to the edge again and again, stopping before she went over, never letting her reach orgasm, preventing her from coming at the very last second. Every time he pulled his mouth away, she thrust her hips upward, desperate, searching. “Fuck me” she panted, her fingers clenched tight in his hair.
He groaned and sucked her clit into his mouth, making her shudder and cry out, before getting to his knees. “Ride my cock” he said hoarsely. He rose to his feet and hauled his pants and boxers down around his calves before sitting in the chair he had so recently vacated. Clover got quickly to her feet and approached him, her pussy aching to have him inside. She put one leg on either side of him, balancing on the edges of the chair seat. She took his cock in her hand and held it at the opening of her pussy, felt the thick head part her swollen, wet lips. She closed her eyes and she slid down over him, inch by inch, until she felt her clit pressing against his pelvis and knew he was completely inside. She moaned softly as he twitched inside her, and paused for a moment to enjoy the feeling of being so completely filled.
His hands reached out and pulled her shirt over her head, then unhooked her bra and tugged it hurriedly off. She felt his hot mouth envelope one of her nipples, and she slid her legs aroound his waist and began to ride him. She moved slowly at first, building a rhythm, but soon lost herself, fucking him as hard as she could, grinding herself against him, slamming her pussy down on his cock even as he thrust up inside her. He pulled his mouth away from her bouncing tits, held her tight as their bodies collided over and over. They were both panting, both on the edge of coming, when the phone rang. Clover groaned. Somehow, it made her feel even more filthy. She wondered who the customer was, what they would think if they knew why there was no answer, if they could see her impaled on Matt’s cock, grinding up and down on him, her legs wrapped so tightly around his waist.
She cried out again as she came, her pussy contracting around him, her head tipping back as her orgasm made her shudder and tremble. He groaned and continued to thrust up into her, almost violently, until he couldn’t take it any longer. Holding her tight against him, he slid down to the floor, laying her on her back on the carpet. He raised her legs, placed her knees over his shoulders, and began to thrust savagely inside her, his eyes focusing on her face as he fucked her mercilessly, driving into her, making her tits bounce and her hips ache as he pounded her. Clover’s eyes widened, her orgasm intensified. Her fingers clenched his shoulders, clawed at his back. Her mouth opened wide, she cried out again and again, intense pleasure and slight pain making her almost delirious.
He watched her face, clenched his teeth, fucked her harder until her eyes rolled back in her head, her nails dug deep into his flesh, her voice cracked as she came again, harder than ever before. Only then did his release come, only then, when her soundless orgasm ripped through her body, did he spill his hot come into her, filling her with it as her cunt squeezed him, held him tight and milked every drop from his swollen head.
He was still kneeling there, panting, his hands on either side of her head, his cock still deep inside her, when Marshall walked through the door.
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Katarina - A Beginning
Katarina’s fingers caressed the keys on her laptop, as though each one stimulated a sensation in her that was almost sensual. She skimmed through her patient’s files, until her eyes rested upon Richard’s name. A warm sensation started to build up in the pit of her stomach which swarmed to her vulva. She opened the folder to locate her notes from their last session. As she read through them, a faint pulse came alive in her clit and unconsciously she started to squirm in her chair.
A subtle tapping sound distracted her. She looked down and caught her fingers drumming on the desk. “Sort yourself out Kat.” she mumbled as she moved her hands to rest on her breasts before smoothing them down over her torso, straightening her jacket as she went. “He’s your patient for Christ’s sake.” She reached out to open the drawer and noticed that her hand only stopped its slight tremor as it clasped around the handle. Retrieving her note pad and pen, she stood and moved to the seating situation in the centre of her small office. She placed the equipment on the coffee table and decided to rearrange the chairs a little. “The more distance between us, the better.” She mumbled to herself while moving the chairs apart, facing them on an angle towards the whiteboard on her wall. At least she wouldn’t be his focal point in the room.
Liz buzzed though on her intercom. “Mr. Clover has arrived for his three o’clock session.” Katarina ran her hands through her curly dark locks before tracing one finger around the edge of her full lips to make sure the gloss applied minutes before remained in place.
As she approached the waiting room, she felt his eyes run over her, soaking in every line and curve in her stature. She felt a fluttering sensation in her stomach as he stood to greet her.
“Good afternoon Ms Corbett.” He greeted her rather formally as he shook her hand.
“Good afternoon Richard. You can call me Katarina you know.”
“Yes but I prefer the way ‘Ms Corbett’ rolls off my tongue.” He replied with a slight smirk on his face.
“As you wish. Follow me and we’ll make a start.”
Leading the way, Katarina couldn’t help but wonder where his eyes fell. Were they on her? She became aware of the slight sway her hips made as she walked. Focusing on planting one foot in front of the other, she felt pleased with her decision to wear flats that morning. Her confidence grew as she stepped back into her office. She picked up her tools and settled into her chair. Crossing her long legs, she watched Richard turn to close the door behind him.
“So tell me Richard, how have you been over the last fortnight?” She asked as she pulled her skirt down a little.
“Yeah, I’m alright. I’ve actually put lots of effort into following my steps at the time of temptation.” He replied as he settled into his chair.
“That is positive.” Katarina smiled and nodded to affirm him “And how have your interactions with your wife been?”
“Fine. She cooks. I eat. We’re all good.” He chuckled out loud “But that’s not what you were referring to was it Ms Corbett?”
“Well no Richard, that’s not what I was referring too.” She cleared her throat “I’ll rephrase the question for you. Have you been successful in initiating sexual intercourse with Linda since our last session?”
His smirk grew wider “Yes, as a matter of fact. I was very successful in giving her a number of orgasms after nearly an hour of pounding her tight, little pussy a little over a week ago.”
Katarina tried to ignore his terminology but noticed a new heat build up in her cheeks. She removed her jacket and let it slip to the back on to her chair. “And what was the end result for you?”
“Well the end result was me faking it, excusing myself to the bathroom to jack off. Blowing my load as I thought about someone else I’d much rather fuck.”
“Right, well the fact that you were able to have intercourse with Linda is very positive. Tell me, did you try to achieve orgasm with her?”
“I did try Doc, I just got so fucking frustrated. It wasn’t worth the effort.” He let out the softest sigh as he cast his eyes downwards. “It’s not like I don’t love Lindy, or find her sexy as hell. I don’t know what the fuck my problem is.”
Katarina felt comfort in the vulnerability he showed. She smilled slightly “He is making progress.” She thought to herself. “Well, that’s why you’re here, to gain insight into why you struggle to maintain a healthy sexual relationship with your wife…”
‘And to help me control my dick." He interrupted.
“Yes Richard, to help you control your self destructive sexually driven impulses.”
“Well Ms Corbett, when the hell is that going to happen exactly?” He spat. “I mean this is the fourth session I’ve had with you.”
“It will take some time. You need to be patient with yourself and with me. I do have a reading for you to take home. It will give you more insight into why some sex addicts find it difficult to be intimate with their partners.” Katarina said gently, noticing his levels of frustration remained. “But in all honesty Richard, it doesn’t help when you skip our weekly appointments.”
He let out a little sigh “I was wondering when you’d bring that up.”
“Well, for cognitive behaviour therapy to be successful, you need to want to change your detrimental behaviour and be committed to change. Why did you miss our last session?”
“I was a little preoccupied fucking my bosses PA.” He laughed lightly, stretching his legs out slightly and drawing them back in.
“Ok,” Katarina responded as she shifted herself in her chair slightly and braced herself for what she was about to hear. “Talk me through what happened, Richard.”
“Basically I had an impulse and I acted on it. It’s that simple.”
“Right and did you attempt to work through the steps we established together?”
“No Ms. Corbett, I was far too gone by that stage.” He replied rich with sarcasm. “The bosses little bitch made it her day long mission to get my hard cock in that tight little snatch of hers.” With his smirk returning, Richard repositioned his chair to face Katarina’s directly.
“Hmmm, and how do you feel about what happened, Richard?”
“I’ve not really let myself feel anything about it. But at the time, it felt fucking great.”
“Well, why do you think you acted on that particular impulse? You have urges to connect sexually with others on a frequent basis and for the majority of the time you restrain yourself. What made that particular occasion different?”
“Honestly it was circumstances. That quick fuck was made readily available to me. It’s not always like that Ms. Corbett. There are plenty of women I’ve ached to screw like a wild animal. It’s just not always an option, without committing an act against the law.” He chuckled lightly.
“Ok, so think back to the last situation when you controlled your urges to have sexual intercourse with someone other than Linda.” Katarina flipped over the page of notes she had made as they had been talking. “What were you thinking and feeling at the time?”
“Well Ms. Corbett, it’s happening right now. So let’s analyze it together.” Richards’s voice turned into thick liquid honey “Your designer silk shirt doesn’t hide those two perfectly round, erect nipples. Clearly you are in a highly aroused state. And in all honesty it’s taking all of my control to refrain from pulling you out of that chair and ripping that shirt off you.” He let out a deep moan and stared into her eyes. “Fuck, I want to suck and tease those nipples until you’re a withering mess in my arms.”
A jolt ran through her body and felt as though it erupted in her pussy. She quickly turned away from his gaze. She focussed on her hands, refusing to look back at him for fear he would see the effect he was having on her. “You’re a professional, Kat, you keep fucking acting like one.” She warned herself without a sound.
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Richard continued, all the while staring at her as though she was a piece of meat. “I just want to push that pencil skirt up above your hips, tear off your panties and make you perch on the edge of your desk. God damn, I wanna be enveloped in the scent of your sweet cunt and lick it out roughly until you scream out for more.”
Katarina unconsciously bit on her lower lip. She felt her heart race. It was beating so hard, she feared he could see it through her blouse. She squeezed her legs together, as if doing so would kill the mad throbbing sensations that had sprung to life between her legs.
“Just as you’re about to cum in my mouth, I’d pin you up against that wall.” He said pointing to it, as though there was a movie playing out in front of him. “I’d kiss you deeply and move back to watch you enjoying the taste of your sweet pussy juice before lifting you up and…”
Feeling as if she was going to burst, Katarina cut him off sharply “Richard, I’ll ask you to stop there thank you.” Staring into his eyes, her mind raced. “Look, if it is too much for you to continue your therapy with a female psychologist, we have a number of males here who would be more than capable of assisting you in your therapy.”
“Look Ms. Corbett, I am paying a lot of good money for this and I’ll see the psychologist who I believe is better equipped to counsel me.” A tone of sureness and authority seeped from his words. “And that therapist is you.” Richard slowly stood “Look, I can see I have made you feel uncomfortable, I apologize for that and in the future I will try to discuss my thoughts with you in a more appropriate manner.”
Katarina let out a small sigh. “I would appreciate that Richard. Make an appointment for one week’s time at reception as you leave. Remember to follow your steps. If you have any thoughts that you’d like to share with me over the week, jot them down and bring them to our next session.”
“Thank you Katarina.” Richard said with a genuine smile before tuning to make his way to the door.
Hearing him say her name sent tingles down her spine and she lost herself in thought for a moment “Wait,” she spoke up and reached for his reading. “Don’t forget this Richard. It may also be a good idea to have Linda read the paper. She needs to gain insight into your condition as well.”
Richard turned back and took the paper from Katarina “Ok Doc.” He chirped with a mischievous glint in his eyes. And before she new it, Katarina was staring at an empty doorway with a twinge of loss that seemed to lodge as a lump in her throat.
“Earth to Kat. Earth to Kat. Come in Kat. Do you read me?” It was Keith’s loud cackle stirred her, not his words or his humour.
“I’m sorry Keith, I’m just…”
“Away with the fucking fairies, I know.” he said while playfully knuckling the top of her head. “Do you want another one of those?”
Katarina felt the heat that burned between her legs. She pushed Richard out of her mind.
“Would you like another wine?” Keith asked.
She stared down at her empty wine glass. “Why the hell not.” She said, passing it to him as she stood to follow him into the kitchen. “Thanks for cooking tonight Keith. I really appreciate it.”
“Well that’s not all you need to thank me for.”
A big grin spread across her face as she looked around her kitchen and noticed everything was clean and put back in its place. “Awwww, you did the dishes too. We’ll keep you on.” She said, elbowing him gently.
“Yeah but you’ll be doing it all tomorrow.”
“We’ll see about that.” Katarina grinned as she took a few steps backwards before reaching for the imaginary whip in the back pocket of her jeans. “Whipsh!” she sounded while cracking it in the air. “You’ll do as I tell you bitch.”
Keith grabbed his right arse cheek and lurched back into the bench behind him. “Yes Ma’am. Anything you say ma’am!” He squealed, followed by a chuckle of laughter.
Katarina leant in towards the bench and clasped the stem of her wine glass. “And don’t you forget it!” she replied lifting her glass to take a sip.
She noticed something different about him and began to intently run her eyes over him as he moved in to cork the wine. “Hmmm. What have we here? Locks groomed, with the use of styling product.” She said, playfully scrunching his hair. “Clothes ironed and damn Keith,” she let out a wolf whistle “you’re even in a shirt!”
She leaned in to his neck and inhaled deeply. She ignored the slight shiver that she noticed ran through him. “Mmmm, and your wearing Hugo Boss, without even a hint of that nasty Lynx.”
Katarina gasped. “You’ve got a…”
“Yes I do actually. So you have the house all to yourself.” He stated with a little wink.
“Mmmmm. First thing on my agenda is a long, hot soak in the tub, with my glass of merlot and a little Macy Gray.” Katarina smiled innocently at him. “You have a great night Keith. Just don’t get up to anything I wouldn’t do.”
“Well, I won’t be having much fun if that was the case Kat.” Keith said with a playful sparkle in his eyes
“Psh, get outta here you.” She laughed.
Katarina loved it when she had her villa all to herself. Of course she was grateful to have Keith as a flatmate and grateful for the company most of the time. She just wished he would go out a little more often.
She walked into her room, shutting the door behind her “Just in case.” she said to herself quietly. On her way to her wardrobe she systematically walked around the outskirt of her room, turning down frames with photographs of loved ones who peered out at her.
Slowly she removed each piece of clothing as though it was a ritual. Pealing her tee-shirt off, the cooling air wrapped itself around her bare flesh. Her hands lightly skimmed down over her neck, slowly making their way to cup her full breasts. She traced the bra’s lines to the centre of her back and unclasped the hooks, letting the straps roll off her shoulders. She discarded the garment which revealed her hard nipples as it fell to the floor.
She closed her eyes as a vision of Richard flooded her. His dark, unkempt hair, which beautifully framed the strong, prominent lines of his face. Those bright blue penetrating eyes that seemed to dance upon the object his gaze fell upon. As she unbuttoned her jeans, she wished his eyes were on her now, watching every movement she made.
Fuck it, she couldn’t wait anymore. She drove her hand between her skin and the panties that constricted her. She quickly moved her fingers down to find the source of her sweet, pulsing ache. She threw her head back and moaned as she clamped her fingers down hard upon her swollen clit.
Leaning in to the wardrobe to support herself, she swept her fingers vigorously around her hot, wet bud. She thought of an unsatisfied Richard, sneaking out of bed and slipping into his bathroom. As she imagined him naked with his toned body pushed back against the door, her fingers strummed her clit faster and faster. She hoped he had been thinking of her as he jerked himself off.
A frenzied chorus of moans escaped from her lips as she rocked herself back and forth on the balls of her feet. Her clit and pussy started to spasm which rippled its way through out her body. Katarina pushed her fingers over her swollen lips and let out a yelp as she thrust them into her dripping pussy. “Oooooo fuck yes!” she moaned as her muscles began to convulse around them.
She rode out her orgasm, panting slowly. As it started to subside, she turned to look at the clock on her bedside table. “An hour,” she smiled to herself “that gives me plenty of time.”
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What Happens in Vegas
My son, Austin, and his wife, Kati, were fighting again. Austin was seeking refuge at our house and catching up on Mom’s cooking. I adore Kati, she’s perfect for him, but they are both so volatile that the slightest word sets the other off. Austin tries to keep private things between him and Kati, but sometimes he needs to confide in someone else that he trusts, so he usually turns to me. A lot of the time, the things that seem to bug him the most are largely in his own head. When I passed fifty I began to think of everyone I met as a child and not strictly because they were my own children’s ages, but also because the world seems to have gotten a whole damned lot faster than when I had my own first loves and marriage.
I know that both Kati’s and Austin’s experiences before marriage were a lot more varied and experimental than my own were. They seem to have a scoring system between them about whom is the ‘worst one’ based on the number of one-night-stands or under what circumstances they had sex with other partners. I’ve tried to get them to realize that none of this matters, they were both free agents at the time. Also, past behavior is no indication of future behavior, at least not from the perspective of one or the other of them being unfaithful. They both suspect the other of that. They’d both had previous marriages, but no children, and between fights were trying to get pregnant.
This put me right in the middle. I could listen, but I could not advise beyond saying, “what’s past is past” - not that either of them heard me. Every time Austin went off, he’d flee back home and expose more details of what he should never have mentioned. Kati had had a rough time of things, I will grant you, but she wasn’t the only person in the world to lose someone to a drunk driver. However, Danny’s ghost seemed to inhabit her life at times, and this never failed to set Austin off. I can’t really blame him on that count, no one can compete with the dead.
Kati had her share of issues, sometimes describing herself as a widow, sometimes saying it was her boyfriend or fiancé that had died. I guess we could make a case for her having had a common-law marriage, but the point is she’d never actually gone down the aisle in her six years with Danny. As I later learned, there was damned little else she hadn’t done with Danny, and my “past is past” sentiments even sounded hollow to me. Danny’s psychological hold on Kati was something that none of us could understand.
Kati had been off on a trip to Denver planning a media event for Coors and Austin had been cleaning out the storage shed. When he came across Kati’s diary, he shouldn’t have read it, but he did. Worse, he then confronted Kati about the incident involving another couple and she’d told him some of the details, principally she’d only gone along with it so the woman could eat her pussy while the man fucked her from behind and fondled Kati’s tits. I’d already heard from Kati about Austin’s prying without any specifics and I agreed with her that he’d been wrong.
It’s not like he could do anything about it, so why stir it up. I didn’t dare ask what the incident was. When Austin told me his side, it was merely to seek my take on whether Kati might be cheating while she was out of town on business and if she might do something even more outrageous. I assured him I didn’t think so, while privately thinking Kati was putting a good face on this already. So, the following is my idea of what might have happened.
Kati had had a series of jobs after giving up her stint in the gentleman’s club in Dallas. She worked as a financial officer in a car dealership, had run a boutique, and even had done a year as a flight attendant with Compass Point airlines. Her friend Suzie had coached her through the training with the idea that they’d fly together, but that never seemed to work out. Suzie had much more seniority and Kati could never get the good flights with her. In many ways, working for the airline was as bad as working at Knockers, except you didn’t even get tips.
The only good thing that had come out of the experience was the lead that got her the “events planner” gig. Kati’s gregarious personality and her good looks had been perfect for the position, so she’d been doing that for a couple of years and made about ten trips annually to various functions she was coordinating.
On this particular evening the gig was in Reno and she’d had an exhausting day of minor snafus. She switched into some jeans and a cami top and had decided to have a sandwich and a couple of beers at the hotel bar. It was just past eight when the attractive couple walked in. The guy was 6-2" and hunky, with startling blue eyes and dark curly hair. His girlfriend was about 5-8", a slender dirty-blonde who seemed to be all leg. They took a booth in the shadows of the bar and began to party boisterously. There was something about them that seemed familiar.
First off, the hotel where Kati was staying was frequently used by air crews on overnights. It wasn’t the best place in town, but it was very convenient to the convention center. Most airlines have a policy that once you leave the terminal, as soon as possible, you get out of uniform. One stewardess had been fired for posting pictures of herself in uniform on the Internet, not risqué shots, just in uniform and smiling. These two somehow had the look of a pilot and a flight attendant, or maybe a first officer, but somehow Kati doubted it. She turned back to her beer and contemplated it, what was it that made the girl so familiar?
Kati was thinking about the girl being with the pilot. Pilots were pretty much the lowest form of life in the air, they were pigs of the first order. One of the jokes that circulated while she was crewing concerned a doctor, an attorney and a pilot seeking entrance at the gates of heaven. The doctor had small sins, but was rejected, the attorney, bigger ones, also rejected. The pilot had a long string of affairs while away from his wife and family, but was accepted. Saint Peter had explained “what happens on an overnight, stays on an overnight”. That was typical pilot attitude.
The vast majority of male flight attendants were gay men, who were fun to pal around with, but that was it. The females were either married or bi/les or both, so Kati had found it a lonely existence.
“Kat?”
Kati snapped out of her musings to realize that the tall blonde was standing beside her. Even seated on the high stool, the other girl had about four inches on her. In her mind she fumbled for the name, Stephanie perhaps?
“I’m sorry, I’ve forgotten your name " she began.
“It’s Chase. I thought that was you, Kat! It’s been ages since Flight Attendant School. What did you come in on?”
“Chase, of course. Actually I came in yesterday on US Air. I’m not crewing any more.”
Chase had slid onto the next bar stool and made herself at home. She seemed to want to catch up, but perhaps there was more to it. Another beer appeared in front of Kati, apparently on the pilot’s tab.
“I almost didn’t recognize you, " Chase began, fondling a lock of Kati’s amber hair, “You were blonde back then. Also, you seem to have grown (her eyes falling to Kati’s chest).”
“Well, this is more my natural color. As far as the boobs, well, I just decided to come out a little now that the airline can’t criticize.”
“Out, huh? I always wanted to ask you about that.”
Kati blushed down to the freckles crossing her cleavage, “I didn’t mean that kind of ‘out’. I’m completely straight.” She took a big swig of her beer and tried to calm herself.
“It’s OK. You can’t blame a girl for trying with someone as attractive as you, now can you?”
Kati licked her lips and tried to get a grip on this rapidly deteriorating conversation. Later she would write in her diary that it was one thing for a man to tell you that you were beautiful; they only wanted to get in your pants. However, when a woman said it, if she wasn’t trying to protect your feelings, it carried real weight. If a woman was prettier than her, it was her nature to criticize or cut her in some way, not admit to it.
“What brand lipstick is that, Kat? It looks so luscious and kissable.”
“I’m just wearing a little gloss, I had my liner tattooed on and filled in with something natural” Kati replied as Chase leaned in and put her words to actions, brushing Kati’s lips with promise and overt hunger.
Kati found herself responding, but then summoned courage to break the kiss. “Aren’t you with that pilot? Isn’t he going to be upset that you’re making a pass at me?” This wasn’t the best she could have said, but she was off balance from the kiss and that’s the first thing that occurred to her.
“That’s, Roger”, Chase giggled. “We’re engaged. We were wondering if you would care to join us tonight?”
Kati glanced at Roger and he raised his glass and smiled a sloppy grin.
“That’s really very sweet of you”, Kati began, “but that’s not exactly my kind of thing.”
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