I poured another shot. Kathy picked it up, held it
out in a toast.
“To alcohol.”
“To absolut.” She corrected, and drained the glass,
setting it down carefully.
I nursed my shot. Kathy had been drinking like a
fish for the last couple of hours, unaware or uncaring
about the fact that I had had only a shot or two. The
alcohol coiled warmly in my belly. She was a friend of
my wife’s, who’d been out of town on business for al-
most a week. I’d always thought she’d liked me, and I
was beginning to think she wanted me.
She was wearing a blue dress, low cut in front. Her
large pert breasts moved freely within it. As usual,
she wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Ahh, my beautiful Kate,” I said, leering pleasant-
ly at her. “I believe you’ve missed the Transit.”
“Really?” Kathy said it like she was trying to
sound surprised. “Then I’ll just have to sleep here.”
My penis surged in my shorts.
“Yes,” I said. “You can sleep on the couch.”
She curled up on the sofa, and I took the far
corner. She extended her bare feet in my direction. I
began to rub them.
“Little foot rub, before you turn in.” I smoothed
the muscles with my hands, being careful not to tickle
her, pressing hard. Kathy let her head back against the
sofa and sighed. She wasn’t quite a virgin, but she
wasn’t far from one. She’d had only one affair in her
21 years of life, as far as my wife knew, and it hadn’t
worked out. That and a one night stand.
Maybe I’d make that two one night stands.
I began to rub my cock through the fabric of my
shorts. It hardened quickly.
She opened her eyes, and stared at the bulge in my
shorts. “What are you doing?” she asked in a slurred
voice.
“Nothing serious. Just rubbing. You do know how
don’t you?”
“How what?” She asked quietly.
“How to rub yourself.”
Her nipples were now quite erect. She nodded, her
lips slightly parted, her expression hard to read.
“Good. I need to. That damn dress has got me so
fucking horny.” I pulled my cock out through one short
leg, and rubbed it against her foot. She flinched, but
didn’t pull away.
“Ever see a guy jerk off?”
She shook her head. I leaned over, and began to
trace a finger around her left nipple, which strained
against the thin blue material of her dress. She sighed
and closed her eyes.
I took her hand, and rubbed it up one smooth, cool,
tanned thigh, pushing back her skirt. When I got to her
crotch, I rubbed her index finger in a little circle
against her clean blue underwear.
She pulled her hand away. “Jake, I don’t think we
should…”
“Shhhhh.” I placed a finger against her lips.
“We’re just going to jerk off. I was going to do it
in my room. You were going to do it on the sofa. What
does it matter? I moved my hand lazily up and down my
cock.
Katie kept stealing glances at it, while listening
to me.
“Well…” I placed her hand against her crotch. She
began to rub herself through her underwear. “Ummmmmmm.”
I nodded, and began to stroke my cock more vigor-
ously.
She stared, and slipped her hands down her under-
wear, rubbing quicker and quicker. Her lips were
parted, her nipples hard little knots poking through
her dress.
“Could I see those beautiful tits?” I breathed. She
nodded, her eyes almost closed, and pulled down her
dress straps, freeing her large beautiful breasts. The
nipples were very erect. I leaned over and sucked one
into my mouth, holding the tit in one hand while I
stroked myself with the other.
Kathy sped up the pace with which she was rubbing
herself as I slowly caressed her tits. I sucked each
nipple, cupping a breast in each hand, moving back and
forth between them. I began to gently tug the nipples,
lifting the entire breast up by the rigid pink flesh.
Kathy made a quiet mewling sound.
I lowered myself between her legs, and drew my
tongue up her thigh.
“Jake…”
“I could lick you. Then you could suck me off. I
could show you how.” My voice was low and hoarse. My
cock had begun to drip clear fluid onto Kathy’s smooth
thigh.
I pulled down her underwear, Kathy lifting her hips
to make it easier, and began to gently tongue her labia.
She moaned. I flicked my tongue across her swollen clit.
She gasped.
“Has anyone ever made you come?”
She had her eyes closed. Her breasts nearly ob-
scured my view of her face, her erect nipples bright
pink points. She shook her head. “No.”
“Then this is going to feel good.” I flicked my
tongue over her clit again, eliciting another moan.
“Better than jerking off. Much better.”
I licked her clit until she began to relax. Then I
sucked it into my mouth, and began to nibble lightly.
Kathy began to buck her hips, pushing her pussy into my
face. I reached my hands under her large smooth ass,
and began to knead the flesh. I worked one slick finger
into her rectum.
She moaned, like something pent up for years had
been released. Her pussy convulsed, and her ass clamped
down, viselike, on my little finger. I sucked, hard, on
her clit, as she lost control of her muscles, and
collapsed quivering to the sofa. She shuddered violent-
ly as I withdrew the finger from her ass, jerking with
every flick of my tongue over her swollen clit.
I wiped my dripping beard on the sofa.
“That was so good,” She had tears in her eyes, “I
didn’t know it could feel so good…” She looked into
my eyes, and then down at my dick uncertainly. “I want
to do it to you I want to…suck it,” she cleared her
throat. “Suck you off.”
Holding my cock in one hand, I reached up to remove
her glasses, but she wouldn’t let me. She said that she
wanted to see me. So I let it be and watched as Kathy
shyly opened her mouth, and flicked her tongue up the
shaft.
“Good. Lick it.”
She gave it another timid lap. I fondled her
breasts roughly, pinching her nipples erect, cupping
their considerable weight in my hands.
“Now suck.” She took the head in her mouth.
“Suck it.” I grabbed the back of her head with my
hands, and began to force it deeper into her mouth.
“Suck it.”
“Now, move your head back and forth, and work the
shaft.” I reached down and grabbed one cool hand, and
placed it on my cock, “Like this.” I milked it back and
forth. She began to bob her head back and forth as she
stroked it. Saliva dripped down onto her thighs.
I smiled down at her. “Look at me.” She looked up,
my cock in her mouth, questioning. “You’ll know when to
stop.”
She did it clumsily for several minutes. “Faster.”
I urged, and she dutifully sped up the pace. “Good.” I
began to draw the head of my cock out of her mouth with
each stroke. “Not much longer.”
She was holding it with both hands now. “Jake,
don’t, you know, do it…” She murmured. I grunted and
shoved it back in her mouth.
“Faster.” She jerked her head back and forth
quickly.
I pulled free just as Kathy looked up, her chin
glistening with saliva. She kept stroking, and I let
her have it. My come squirted across her face in a
thick stream, striking her in the cheek, cascading up
her forehead.
“Ohh.” She said, opening her mouth wide.
I held her head, and squirted another thick jet
onto her tongue.
“Eat it.” I murmured, closing my eyes. I heard her
swallow. “Good girl.”
Cum dripped from her left eyebrow, and her eyelid
fluttered, stuck with a thick droplet. She reached up
to wipe it away.
She tentatively licked the jism from her fingers,
as she looked up at me. “Is that all?”
I looked down at the thick gobs of come streaking
her face and hair. “Wasn’t it enough?”
She tasted it again. “That’s not so bad.” She
murmured. “I could swallow it all, next time, if you
want.”