6 comments/ 54694 views/ 7 favorites What Katy Did By: SwiverGuy It was a simple truth and there was no denying it. My best mate Keith's beautiful daughter Katy Halloran looked very tempting when I walked into my local watering hole early one Thursday evening to cool down over a couple of beers and escape the hot breeze blowing in from Australia's dusty centre. I weaved my way through the noisy crowd and tapped her on the shoulder. "G'day gorgeous." When she turned her head and saw it was me, she grinned. "Jack!" She spun round and enveloped me with her slender arms and gave me a warm hug. "You're a nice surprise. How are you?" I pecked her on the cheek. "I'm good. You?" I held her for a few seconds, enjoying the warm feel of her full breasts against my chest and her delicate perfume caressing my senses. She let go of me and stood back. "D'you like my new dress?" She swung her left hip out and rested a hand on it like a catwalk model. "I bought it this afternoon." She looked gorgeous. Her dress, a rich and vivid purple that emphasised her light tan, was made of a silky fabric that hugged her nineteen-year old body like a warm caress. A partially unfastened white zipper snaked it's way down the front between her breasts, over her flat stomach, and ended a few centimetres above where the hem stopped high on her long thighs. "You look great," I said, resisting the temptation to look at the cleavage she was showing and the way her nipples poked into the material. She scanned me from my short brown hair with its streaks of grey to my white cross-trainers. "You don't look too bad yourself. You should wear shorts more often." Not used to compliments about my appearance, I smiled and said nothing. I'm not a big fan of shorts and only wear them when I'm out jogging. I had every intention of doing just that after work that day when I swapped my boring dark grey suit for a pair of black shorts and a white t-shirt after spending most of the day in long and sleepy meetings about proposals to upgrade the company's computer systems. But the choice between running around getting hot and sweaty and spending a couple of hours in air-conditioned comfort enjoying a cold beer was, as they say, a no-brainer. "So," I said, "what brings you here?" "I'm having a couple of drinks with a couple of guys I bumped into." She looked over at two young men around her age who were playing pool at one of two small tables at one end of the crowded room. "The tall guy's Spike and the other one's called Fletch, I think. Come over and say hi." I shook my head. "Maybe later, right now I need to unwind." "Whenever you're ready," she said, turning toward the bar. "I'd like to see if you can beat me for once." I watched her pick up her drink-loaded tray and head back towards her friends. The eyes of half the men in the room seemed to be on her as she dodged her way through the crowd, her taut round buttocks shifting seductively with every step. I knew what they were thinking, since I was thinking it myself. She has the kind of body that encourages some pretty wild fantasies, the tamest of which is wondering, like I have from time to time, what she looks like naked. I sat down on the only vacant stool at the bar and ordered a beer. When it arrived, I took a long gulp and enjoyed the way the cold amber fluid hit my throat when I swallowed. My thirst now partially satisfied, I looked over at the pool area where Katy and her two friends were playing. She was bent over the table while Spike stood behind her, guiding her cue into position with one hand while resting his other on the small of her back. I was puzzled, since she's been using her parent's pool table ever since she was tall enough to play without standing on tiptoe. Over the years, she's turned into a good enough player to beat me most of the time--no mean feat, since I used to haunt pool rooms in my younger and more reckless days. If she wanted, she could hustle a small fortune out of any guy who was foolish enough to think that being beautiful equals being dumb. So what was she up to? "See that chick over there?" said a male voice beside me. I turned to see who was speaking. A little older than me and with thinning grey hair, he was dressed in paint-stained khaki shorts, a black t-shirt, and heavy work boots. "Where?" I said. He turned back towards Katy's group. "There, over by the pool table, the one in the short dress. Look at the ass on her." "Not bad," I said, trying to sound less interested than I was. We watched in silence as Spike leaned in closer and slid his hand from where it was resting on the back of her waist down onto one of her buttocks. I expected her to remove it diplomatically but firmly in the way women do when a man strays too far, but she didn't. Instead, she let him fondle her while she lined up her cue on the white ball and sent it rolling along to one of the others. When his fingers reached the bottom edge of her dress and seemed about to make contact with the top of her bare thigh, she grabbed his wrist and pulled it away. The man beside me twisted his beer glass around on the bar top. "Is she asking for it or what! Jeez, I'd give 'er one." I fiddled with the corner of a damp rubber mat on the bar. The way he was talking about her was beginning to get to me, so I stood up. "I need a piss," I said, picking up my beer, "back in a few." I jumped down from the stool and headed off into the gents, where I put my glass down beside one of the two sinks and went to an empty spot at one end of the long stainless steel urinal. While emptying my bladder, I wondered what Katy was up to. Why was she pretending to be hopeless at pool when she could thrash everyone in the hotel? I mulled over the question while I finished off. In the end I came to the obvious conclusion that she was just having a bit of fun, and that I was taking the whole thing too seriously. Her two friends were just a couple of typically horny young guys with the usual overabundant hormones and Katy, being young and attractive and wearing a very sexy dress, was a natural target for what was merely a bit of harmless fun. After I washed my hands and went back into the bar, I looked over at her and drew a sharp breath. She was showing a lot more of her impressive cleavage than she was before. I guessed that in my absence she must have pulled her zipper down a few catches, presumably to give her two friends a bit more to look at. I sat down at a small oak veneer table a short distance from the pool table and watched her twist a small cube of chalk over the top of her cue, then blow away the excess. She put the chalk down and leaned forward to take her shot. As I watched her line her cue up with the white ball in order to pot the remaining black and win the game, I couldn't help staring at the way her breasts shifted around under her dress. My cock tingled with that pleasant, shivery feeling that told me that, if I didn't stop ogling her, it would rear its unwanted head. Her breasts gave an extra jiggle as she hit the white ball and sent it rolling across the table. When, as I knew it would, it hit the black at the perfect angle and it disappeared into a corner pocket, she jumped up and raised her arms in the air, nearly knocking the end of her cue against the slats on the ceiling. "Yes!" she cried out loud enough for me to hear above the din of music and loud voices, "I win!" My dick began to grow as I stared at the way her victory dance made her breasts bounce wildly and her dress ride up to show the rest of her thighs. And I wasn't the only one enjoying her antics either; her two friends and a few of the men nearby were showing a lot of interest as well. Whether she knew it or not, she was getting a lot of attention. When she calmed down, Spike hugged her and tried to kiss her while Fletch stood back and watched. He grabbed her ass, causing her to let go of her cue, sending it clattering onto the floor. My stomach knotted. For a moment it looked as if her exuberant antics were about to get her into trouble. Not wanting to interfere too quickly, I waited to see what she would do. I needn't have worried. She turned her head, pushed him away, and said something to him. When he replied and she smiled and patted his arm, my stomach untied itself and I relaxed. While she was clearly revelling in being the centre of attention, she seemed to be skilful and assertive enough to keep her friend under control. They went over to an old leather couch near the pool table and sat down with her in the middle. They were talking and laughing and seemed to be in good spirits, so I was about to go to another part of the hotel and leave them to it when something happened that grabbed my attention. The two men each put a hand on one of her thighs just above the knee and started rubbing them. Before I knew it, I was wondering how warm and soft her skin would feel as I watched them caress her, moving their hands a little higher on each upstroke. I guess it was inevitable that they'd have trouble keeping their hands off her, given how provocatively dressed she was. I was filled with a mixture of concern and arousal, an unpleasant combination that niggled at my conscience. The concerned friend in me wanted her to push their hands away before they explored what was under her dress, while the lecher in me wanted to see what they would do next. I sat there, fiddling with my empty glass, wishing I could turn my eyes away from the sight of their wandering hands while my cock grew harder. Apparently getting caught up in the excitement of what he was doing, Spike started tugging at the zipper on her dress while Fletch moved his hand higher on her thigh. She tried to stand up, but they held her down and continued groping her. I sat frozen for a few seconds, arrested by the powerfully arousing sight of their hands exploring her body. But it was my friend Katy they were molesting, and no matter how excited I was at the prospect of seeing how far they'd go, I knew I had to act. So, not caring whether my hard-on could be seen or not, I jumped up from my seat and stormed over. "I think you guys should cool it," I said, looking at each of them in turn. Fletch let go of her as soon as I spoke, but Spike continued working on her zipper and stroking her left breast. "Get fucked," he said, glaring at me. When Katy moved to stand up, Spike held her down. "Get your hands off me!" She shoved his hands away and stood up. "God, Spike, you're such a pig." I glared at him. "You really shouldn't be messing with her in public like that." I turned to Katy. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine." She bent down and picked her small bag up from the table beside the couch. "Come on Jack, let's go." I took a last look at the two guys as we turned and started threading our way toward the exit. They were glaring at us and muttering what I assumed were curses. Spike's voice rose above the din. "Fucking skanky bitch." Furious, I turned to go back and have it out with him, but she grabbed my arm. "Leave it, Jack, they're just pissed off. They'll get over it." We turned away from them and continued on our way. No wonder he was angry. He must have thought he was onto a good thing with Katy until I came along and took her away from him. As she said, he'd calm down and find another girl to mess with. When arrived outside in the early evening heat, she wrapped her arms around me and kissed my cheek. "Thank you Jack. I didn't realise they were such jerks." "I couldn't just sit there and watch them while they molested you, now could I?" She let go of me and took a step back. "I guess I should choose my friends more carefully in future. They were a bit grabby." I couldn't resist glancing at the upper swells of her breasts before returning my gaze to her eyes. She looked down at her cleavage, then up at me, and smiled. Embarrassed at being caught ogling her, I turned and started walking along the street to where my car was parked. The sharp sound of her shoes clacking on the pavement filled the warm air as she caught up with me and trotted along beside me, her silky shoulder-length black hair bobbing around her young face and glinting in the evening light. "I hope you don't mind me asking," I said, "but have you ever wondered whether the way you dress these days had something to do with what happened just now?" "Why, what's wrong with what I wear?" "Don't get me wrong, I love the way you dress, I think you look terrific." I glanced down at her breasts, which were jiggling as she walked alongside me. "It's just that, well, some guys might get the wrong idea about you." "What, like they'll think I'm a slut or something?" "I didn't say that." "But that's what you meant, right?" "No, that's not what I meant at all. It's just that I was worried about the way you were being groped where everyone could see. They should've shown you more respect." "I know, but the thing is, I like dressing like this, and most guys are able to control themselves." She smiled. "Most of the time anyway." When we arrived at my car, I took my key ring out of my pocket and clicked the remote, unlocking the doors with two loud beeps. She stood beside me on the driver's side and turned to face me. "Jack..." she said, looking at me with a faint smile on her full red lips. "Yes, Katy?" "Do you like my boobs?" She emphasised her unexpected question by arching her back so that her dress gaped a little wider and exposed more of the inner swells of her breasts. I couldn't help staring. "Huh?" She took a step toward me so that her chest was almost touching mine. "You must do. You've been looking at them all evening." I blushed. "Don't be silly. Of course I haven't" "Yes you have," she said, leaning forward so that I could see more of her deep cleavage, "you can't take your eyes off them." This whole conversation was way outside my comfort zone. "I think maybe you should pull that zipper up a bit." She looked down at the deep valley between her breasts, then back at me. "Why? I know you like them." I shrugged my shoulders. "It's your choice, I guess." "Exactly. You enjoy looking at them and I'm happy to show them to you, so I don't see a problem." All this talk about my attraction to her spectacular chest was making me want to tug her zipper down and see them in all their glory. What was she doing to me? Her behaviour was giving me all sorts of wrong ideas about her. I opened the door on the driver's side. "Get in and I'll run you home." The sooner I was back home in the safety of my two bedroom apartment and out of the sight of her voluptuous body, the better I'd feel. It was getting difficult to be around her without wanting to leer at her all the time. "It's alright you know," she said, watching me get into the car, "I like it when you look at my boobs. I think it's cute." Even though she had given me an open invitation to stare at her stunning display, I still felt guilty doing so. Not that I let it stop me when she went around to the passenger side and bent over to get into the car, causing even more of them to come into view. To make an already arousing sight even more exciting, she swung a leg inside and I was able to see her panties. I shivered and my cock stirred inside my shorts. She was too quick getting into the car for me to get more than a glimpse, but I saw enough to see that they were a dark colour of some kind and very tiny. When we were both settled in, I wound the window down to let out the heat that had built up inside the car in my absence. I buckled my seat belt and waited for her to do the same. She didn't. Instead she tossed her bag onto the dashboard, kicked off her shoes, and sat there wiggling her feet and looking at her painted toenails "Don't forget your seat belt," I said. She fumbled with her belt for a while as if she was having difficulty with it, then looked at me and pouted. "Can you help me? I always have trouble with these things." Pretty well everyone's capable of using something as childishly simple as a seat belt, so I was sure she was just playing with me, but I didn't know why. Whatever the reason, I couldn't resist the chance to get an up-close view of her chest. I unbuckled my belt and leaned over in front of her and drank in the fullness of her breasts as they filled my vision. Now that I was close enough for her to feel the warm air of my breath on their upper slopes, they seemed even bigger and, with her nipples poking at the thin material of her dress, more irresistible than ever. It was enough to make my dick turn into a full and throbbing hard-on. I reached over and grasped the belt and pulled it down across the middle of her chest and snapped it into its catch between our seats. Satisfied that it was in place, I stole a last look at the way the belt emphasised her tits and sat back in my seat. I was still confused by her act with the seat belt. The most obvious reason, that she really didn't know how to fasten one, was ludicrous, so I ruled it out. The only other possibility I could think of was that it was a veiled invitation for me to make a move on her. Goodness knows I wanted to--what man wouldn't, given how ravishing she looked--but I couldn't, not with my best friend's daughter, so I did nothing. I put the key in the ignition and turned it, bringing the engine to life with a low growl. When there was a gap in the traffic, I swung the car out into the street and tried to concentrate on my driving. My head was filled with all sorts of wanton thoughts about what I wanted to do to her, things I shouldn't be thinking. Try as I might, I couldn't get rid of my increasingly explicit thoughts about her. I was at an intersection waiting for the lights to change when she challenged me with a new question that snapped me out of a fantasy I was having about slipping my hands inside her dress. "Can I ask you a personal question?" she said, tapping her fingernails on the door handle beside her. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to." "Fire away." "When was the last time you had sex?" My stomach tightened. I was so surprised by her question that I sat there, stunned, and it was only the sound of a car horn behind me that made me realise the lights had changed. "Katy," I said, turning left into a quiet street, "that's none of your--" "I've never seen you with anyone, not since you and Miriam split up." Katy can be very persistent once she's curious about something, so I offered her the least personal answer I could think of. "It's been a while, let's put it that way." I hadn't had a sexual relationship with anyone since Miriam, the woman who I foolishly believed was my soul-mate. We divorced about three years ago after heated arguments about my loving my work more than her. After that traumatic event, the idea of running around looking for someone to replace her seemed so difficult that I gave up and buried myself in my work. It was a simple life, but a lonely one. "You're a good-looking guy," she said, reaching over and stroking my arm, "I bet you could score big-time if you gave it a go." I felt my cheeks heat into a blush. "Please, Katy, can we drop the subject? It's making me uncomfortable." "Sorry." She patted my knee. "Just one thing though." Her fingers on my skin were soft and reassuring. "Go on, I'm listening." "Wear those shorts when you go hunting. You've got a nice butt." I glanced down at her barely covered one. "Yours isn't too bad either." "So I've been told." She cupped her breasts in her hands and pushed them up. "I think these are my best assets though. What d'you think?" The intimate nature of our conversation had made me almost forget about how powerfully sexy she was, but the way she was drawing my attention to back her breasts made cock throb. "I...um...agree." How do you answer a question like that? What Katy Did She sat back in her seat and gazed idly at the pedestrians as we cruised along the street. While her physical beauty filled me with longing for her, it also stirred something that ran far deeper, something that had been hidden for far too long. I wanted more than just a carnal meeting of bodies, however exciting that could be. I wanted what I had with Miriam before everything went wrong. "Jack..." she said. What I saw her doing when I turned to look at her dragged me out of my thoughts about a better life. She was slowly rubbing her left thigh from her knee to the edge of her dress. I tried not to stare. "Yes?" She slid forward on the seat, raised her legs, and perched her bare feet on the dashboard. "We've established that you like my boobs, but what about my legs?" Her slouching and leg-raising had dragged her dress so far up that I could now see most of her right ass cheek. Not only that, but I now knew she was wearing purple thong panties, since I could see them. The same bright shade of purple as her dress, they were tiny, just a small triangle at the front that started above her pubic hair and tapered into a narrow strip that disappeared between her upraised legs. The ache in my cock became painful and my heart raced as tantalising visions of what she was almost revealing ran riot in my head. "They're good legs, great in fact," I said, struggling to breathe normally, "they'll get you from A to B just fine." "You're not looking at them the way you normally do." She scratched what I assumed was an imaginary itch on the lower part of the ass cheek closest to me. "Look at them properly and tell me what you think." "You have beautiful legs, you know you do," I said, forcing my attention onto the left-turn indicator flashing on the car in front of me. "Yeah, I guess." She rubbed the entire length of the outside of her thigh in a slow caressing motion. "Still, it's nice to get a compliment every now and then." "You're a beautiful girl, Katy, you know that." She stopped stroking herself, reached over, and squeezed the middle of my left leg. "Your legs aren't too bad either, you know." She moved her hand up my leg. "You should wear shorts more often and show them off." I lifted her hand off my leg and dropped it beside her before she moved her hand higher and realised how hard I was. "Please, Katy, you're distracting me." "Oh, sorry," she said, and turned and looked out of the window. Instead of pulling her dress down and sitting more modestly so that I could focus more of my attention on my driving, she did something that distracted me even more. She lowered the leg closest to me back onto the floor and left her other one high on the dashboard, so that her legs were wide apart and I could see more her panties. When I looked, I could make out the faint contours of her pussy lips through the gossamer material. In the confusion of my growing lust for her, I couldn't work out if her intimate display was deliberate or not. Maybe she didn't realise how much she was revealing, maybe she did. If she was unaware of how much I could see, then I should play the gentleman and point it out so that she could cover herself up. If she knew what she was revealing, then she was playing some kind of game with me and I should talk to her about it before she exposed even more of herself and things got out of hand. Either way, the sight of her pussy mound covered by so flimsy was so enticing that I kept quiet. She dropped the leg that was high up on the dashboard down beside her other one and swung them away from me so that her left knee was touching the passenger door. Although I couldn't see between her legs anymore, her dress was still bunched up high enough for me to see the thin ribbon of her panties where it went low around her hip. The possibility that she might fidget around in her seat again and give me another glimpse of her pussy kept threatening to play havoc with my driving. It was agonising being next to her. She had such an easy sensuality about her, a comfort with her body which she seemed to know how to use to devastating effect. I suppose it was inevitable, and I felt guilty about it, but I wanted to do more than just look at her, I wanted to touch her. She started fiddling with the catch on her zipper. Oh shit, I thought, what now? I looked at her more than the street as she continued fiddling with her zipper for a bit, then pulled it down a few catches. My cock tried hard to break out of my shorts as she slipped a couple of fingers under her dress and scratched her left breast close to her nipple. What with my desire to do the right thing fighting with my urge to explore her tantalising young flesh, this was turning out to be a long and painful journey I had a vague idea what she was doing. I'm not sure, but I think she likes being a tease. That, or she simply wants to look pretty and be admired without any thought about the effect she might be having on the men who see her. It all started shortly after her eighteenth birthday, when she started wearing the kind of clothes that show off her delicious body to hypnotic effect, her new purple dress being the latest and most striking example. Not only that, but she's taken to doing things that I suspect are designed to get attention. Lately, when I've been making my frequent visits to her parent's house, she's been parading around in tight shorts and an even tighter top, generally without a bra. When she does that, it takes a huge effort on my part not to stare at the way her top stretches across her breasts and makes her nipples stand out. Every time she moves, which is a lot given how energetic she is, her tits jiggle around in maddening ways. At other times she wanders around in a tiny skirt that barely covers her ass and does provocative things. For instance, she bends a little too far forward on some pretext or other so I can see more of her cleavage; or she 'accidentally' flashes her panties when she sits down and crosses her legs. I'm still entirely not sure whether she does it on purpose or not, but either way it fills my head with all sorts of improper thoughts about her. "Ow!" I glanced at her and saw she was massaging the upper part of her right thigh. "What now?" "I've got cramp." I tried to ignore the way her fingers were making little indentations in her flawless skin, as well as my urge to reach over and do it for her. How lovely, how silky soft and warm her skin would feel under my exploring hands. Every cell in my body ached to squeeze her exquisite thigh, but if I gave in to her request and massaged her, I'd be doing it for all the wrong reasons. I felt my already tenuous hold on my lascivious impulses slipping further away, and along with it any hopes I had of being a responsible adult whose only concern was for her wellbeing, not what it would feel like to explore her fabulous body. She continued kneading her leg, apparently trying to relax the underlying muscles that gave her legs such a breathtaking shape. "Damn it!" she said, "it's not working. Can you stop the car and massage it for me?" I thought of parking by the street in the next available space and doing what she asked, even though I was almost certain where it would lead. Fortunately, sanity prevailed before I did something stupid. "Can you manage until we get home? We're almost there." "Please," she said, shifting her leg around as if trying to ease her cramp and giving me glimpses between her legs, "can you rub it for me? It really hurts." The fast-disappearing sensible voice in my head was telling me that she was only exploring her sexual power by playing with me, that she was only showing off her body and asking me to massage her in order to see what effect it would have on me. My other voice, the crazy one, was begging me to go ahead and do what she was asking as a possible prelude to doing a lot more. It was so loud and insistent that I gave in and decided to do what she asked. But I couldn't park the car just anywhere, however. The thought that anyone who happened to be passing could look in and see a middle-age man with lust in his eyes caressing the leg of a nineteen year-old girl in a very sexy dress was just too freaky to contemplate. My head was in such a turmoil that it took me a few seconds to work out where we could go so that I could work on her leg in private. We were very close to the office where I work, and it wasn't much of a detour to get there. It has a very secluded car park at the back that is surrounded by tall office buildings that would be empty except for the cleaning staff. No one would be able to see us, so it seemed perfect. I turned the car around and made my way there. When we arrived, I leaned my hand out of the window, waved my plastic key card in front of the digital lock beside the gate, and watched it swing open. I drove in and parked the car, turned off the ignition, and unbuckled my seat belt. "How is it now? Still hurting?" I asked, taking in every curve of her tantalising young body as she unfastened her belt. "Yes." She started pressing her fingers into her thigh again. "Can you give it a shot? Your hands are stronger than mine." I'd been longing to get my hands on her for what seemed like ages, and now I was about to get my chance, even if it was just her leg. If massaging one of her long and sensuous limbs to relieve her cramp was all I did, then maybe, just maybe, it would be enough to take the edge off what was rapidly turning into an urge to fuck her. At least I'd know what it would feel like to touch and stroke the smooth and supple skin of her thigh, and it might, if I dedicated enough of myself to the task without letting my hands wander, be enough to reduce my longing for her to something manageable. Yeah, right. But it's what I told myself as I turned towards her and placed my trembling hands on the middle of her thigh. She opened her legs a little as I began to dig my fingers into her flesh. Her skin was warm and yielding, and it felt infinitely better than I had ever imagined. If her leg felt this good, how would the rest of her feel? "How's that?" I asked, staring at what I could make out of her pussy lips under her delicate panties. She looked at my massaging hands, then up at me. "A bit higher." "How about here?" I asked, moving my hands up her thigh. "No, higher." I slid my hands up further, until the edge of my left hand was close to her panties. "How about here?" She moaned as I pressed my hands against her leg. "Mmm, that's the spot." As I worked on her leg, an intoxicating feminine fragrance drifted up from her pussy, bypassing the moral part of my brain. I couldn't resist letting the edge of my hand graze her panties. The delicate and moist feel of them against my skin made my cock throb and my balls ache. "Careful," she said, putting her hands on mine and trying to push them down her leg, "it feels nice, but maybe you shouldn't be quite so intimate." I reluctantly shifted my hands a short distance from her panties. "Sorry, I didn't realise." She must have known I was lying, as well as the effect that rubbing her leg so close to her pussy was having on me. Everything she was doing seemed calculated to get me to want her. The sexy dress with it's zipper pulled far enough down to reveal a substantial portion of her breasts; asking me about her tits and legs; slouching in the seat and showing me her panties; and, most tantalising of all, asking me to work on what I still believed was an imaginary cramp on her leg close to where my cock wanted to be. She was teasing me, I was sure of it, but I was still confused about what she was up to and why. "Are you alright, Jack?" she said, opening her eyes and looking at me. "You're breathing funny." I guess I was so caught up in caressing her leg and staring at her panties and trying to figure out what game she was playing that I hadn't realised that my breathing had become short and erratic. "I'm, um, fine Katy, just fine," I said. It took a massive effort to take hands off her, but I managed it. I sat back and rested them on top of my pulsing cock. "How's the cramp now?" "It still hurts." She rubbed the inside of her thigh close to her pussy. "Can you try again?" There was no way I was going to put my hands on any part of her body again. I was scared that if I did, I'd be all over her. The idea of getting her naked and running my hands all over her gorgeous flesh was driving me insane. "No, I'd better not. Maybe you should get out of the car and walk it off." "Good idea," she said, and jumped out of the car. While I watched her tug her dress down and walk away from me across the deserted car park, her hips swaying with every step, I took the opportunity to shift my cock into a more comfortable position. It was aching so badly that a thought occurred to me that, mad as it was, made a weird kind of sense. Maybe I could take it out and relieve myself while she was far enough away during her cramp-easing walk. I still wasn't sure what game she was playing, or if indeed she playing one at all, but I was so excited that I knew it wouldn't take too many strokes to blow my load. Even though it would have gone a long way toward easing my torment, it was a ridiculous thought, a crazy one. Apart from the haste with which I'd have to do it, I had no idea how I would explain the mess when she returned. But I had to do something to ease my longing, so I put my right hand down my shorts, wrapped it around the shaft of my dick and began stroking... "It's all better now," I heard her shout, "the cramp's gone." I yanked my hand out of my shorts as she came running toward me, her tits bouncing wildly. When she got to the car, she came over to my side, bent down, and looked at me through the window and smiled. "That was a great idea of yours." "That's good," I said. I could see the upper slopes of her breasts almost down to her nipples. "Jump in and we'll get going." "Since we're here, can you show me where you work? I'd love to see it." The best thing would have been to say no, but I didn't. I knew that the more time I spent alone with her, the more likely it was that I'd do something I was sure I'd regret. But she was too beautiful to resist, and my hunger for her was so overwhelming that I did the stupid thing instead. "Okay," I said, opening the car door, "but we can't stay long." When I got out of the car and stood in front of her, she glanced down at my crotch before turning toward the car park gates. I wasn't sure, but I think a faint smile crossed her lips. Or maybe it was a smirk. Whatever it was, her reaction to the obvious bulge in my shorts was the best clue yet that she was playing with me. What I still couldn't work out was why. We turned and walked out of the car park toward the door at the back of the office building where I earn my living. As we walked, she linked her arm in mine and bumped her hip against me. Even that small contact, as slight and seemingly innocuous as it was, sent fresh blood into my raging cock and made my heart pound and my body tremble. "Are you alright, Jack? You seem a bit on edge." I lied. What else could I do? "It's nothing. I guess all the hard work I've been putting in at the office lately has caught up with me." "Is there anything I can do to help?" Short of telling me exactly what she was up to, no. I quickened my step. "No, I'll be fine. I just need a good night's sleep, that's all." When we arrived at the door into the building, I used my key card again and listened to the lock disengage with a loud click. I turned the handle, pushed the door open, and walked in. Acting like a gentleman but not feeling remotely like one, I stood to one side and held the door open to let her enter. She looked up at me and smiled as she passed by and began walking along the short corridor leading to the lift. I followed along behind her, staring at the long elegant curves of her back, her slim waist, and her round ass barely covered by her tight dress. When we arrived at the lift, I pressed the button beside the doors. They slid apart with a soft swish and she walked into the softly lit interior. I followed her in and used my key card again to activate the lift to take us to the seventh floor. While we waited for the lift to begin its ascent, I stood behind her while she looked at herself in the long narrow mirror beside the door. "I really love this new dress." She smiled and looked at me in the mirror. "D'you still think it makes me look hot?" She looked so ravishing standing there with most of her breasts on display and her skin looking so soft and inviting that, finally convinced I knew what she wanted, I stepped forward, wrapped my arms around her waist, and pressed my erection against her ass. "You look gorgeous Katy, an absolute dream." I rubbed my shaft between her buttocks and raised one of my hands and clasped her zipper tag. She wanted me to take her, I was sure of it, I really was. I tugged the zipper down a few catches and moved my trembling fingers under the inside edge of her dress... "You know what, Jack?" she said, looking into my eyes through the mirror, "I think you're the best friend a girl could ever have." I couldn't do it. The sweet and innocent way she had just complimented me filled me with a rush of guilt, and I let go of her and stepped back. I had known Katy all her life, I had witnessed her being baptised when she was a baby and watched her grow from a playful toddler into a lovely and intelligent young woman. I loved and adored and treasured every second of the nineteen years I had known her. There was no way I could let myself give in to my ferocious longing for her. I had to fight against it, I had to. The lift doors opened and we walked out into the deserted office. With the air conditioner turned off and no one around to give it life, it looked and felt strangely quiet, like it was asleep. "So this is where you work, huh?" she said, looking around at the empty desks filled with the boxes and cables and the other bric-a-brac that make up what I thought was an average work-a-day IT section. "Not much to see, is there?" I said, "Just another boring office." She started walking along the gangway between the main office space and the line of small offices along the side where the managers and team leaders like me spend their days. "So, where do you hang out around here? In one of those Dilbert cubicles or one of these fancy offices?" "In one of these fancy offices, the one at the end." We started walking toward it. "Come on, I'll give you a quick look, and then we really do have to go." When we arrived at my office, she looked around, taking in the shelves full of folders and the charts on the walls that made up what to me was a typical and very boring office. "Cool," she said, wandering around. "You must be very important to have an office like this." "I guess," I said, watching her walk to the front of the desk and run her delicate fingers over the polished veneer. "Look, I think we'd better be--" "What do you do around here? Not much going by how empty your desk is." I watched her as, keeping her back straight, she bent over the desk and started fiddling with the mouse by the computer monitor at the side of the desk. The way she did it emphasised the curves of her ass and caused the back of her dress to ride up so that I could see part of the thin ribbon that snaked up between her ass cheeks. I still wasn't sure if her provocative pose was deliberate or not, but the effect on me was electric. The ache in my cock spread through my entire body until I was struggling to control myself. My brain was a mess. "I...I do...mostly manage..." She stopped playing with the mouse and turned to look at me, a faint smile curling her lips. "Are you alright, Jack? You look a bit flustered." She jumped up onto the desk, slipped her shoes off her feet, and started swinging her legs back and forth. "Is there anything I can do to help?" What Katy Did She was irresistible. I moved towards her. Still smiling, she opened her legs to let me stand between them so that the sides of my thighs were touching hers. Unable to stop myself, I looked down at the dark wet stain soaking her panties. She's aroused, I thought, she must want me to fuck her, she must do. But even then, with the evidence there right in front of me, I still couldn't be sure. The fact that her pussy was leaking her enticing feminine juices didn't necessarily mean that she wanted what I was so desperate to give her. She leaned forward and tapped the front of my shorts with her right hand. "Is that what I think it is?" The faint smile, the glint in her eye, revealed more than her words. "Yes Katy, it's an erection." "Oh?" she said, tapping it again. "What brought that on?" Certain now it was what she wanted me to do, I feasted myself on her tits, her thighs, her wet panties. "You did." She put her hands behind her onto the desk and leaned back, causing the top of her dress to gape a little wider. "Me? What did I do?" I'd had enough of her games. "Please, Katy, stop it." She stroked my erection through my shorts, nearly causing me to explode. "Stop what?" I stepped closer to her, pushing her legs further apart and placed my hands on the middle of her thighs. "I can't stand it any more, you're driving me crazy." "I had no idea I was getting you so worked up." She sat forward and lifted my hands from her legs and lowered them onto the desk between her thighs. "If that's the way you feel, then maybe you shouldn't touch me until you've calmed down." I put my hands on the upper part of her thighs close to the edge of her dress. She lifted them off again. "I said, no touching." The look in her eyes made me think she didn't mean it, so I squeezed her leg. "Not even a little?" "No, not even a little." She sat up and stroked my left arm with her fingertips. "I know you like looking at me and I know you want me, but you can't have me." She trailed her fingers down my arm and squeezed my hand. "Not until I say you can." "Katy--" She grasped the zipper tag on the front of her dress between her thumb and index finger and played with it. "I guess we're at one of impasse thingies." The cool, almost mocking way she said it got to me. "I can't work out what your game is, Katy. What do you want me to do?" "That would be telling now, wouldn't it?" She pulled her zipper down a catch. "Tell you what. If you promise to keep your hands off me, I'll show you my tits. Would you like that, Jack, would that make you feel better?" I nodded. "Yes." "And you promise not to touch me?" I was shaking. "Yes, Katy, I promise not to touch you." She slid her zipper down, catch by tiny catch, until her dress was open down to her stomach and I could see her belly button. My dick was raging as she grasped the inside edge of her dress at the top and pulled them apart until they were just covering her nipples. "Ready?" she said, smiling. "No hands, remember." I raised my hands level with my shoulders and showed her my palms. "No hands." I put my hands back on the desk between her legs and watched Katy pull her dress back off her shoulders by small degrees. She revealed her elegant shoulders first, then more of the upper swells of her breasts. I leaned forward, hungry to get a closer look as she tugged her dress further down and part of her pink and bumpy areolae appeared. She stopped. "Ready?" I think I nodded. I don't remember, since I was too eager to see what she was about to show me to care. Her tits were all I wanted to see, were all I cared about. She continued pulling at her dress, its sides falling down her slender arms until finally, finally, I saw her breasts, and they didn't disappoint. They were so full and luscious, with taut hard nipples that looked like their purpose in life was to be kissed and sucked. She looked so inviting sitting there with her dress down around her waist and looking so vulnerable and available that something snapped. No matter what I promised or what she said, I now knew what she really wanted. I pushed her down onto the desk, making her flail her arms and knock the phone on the floor with a loud clatter. I ignored it and grabbed her tits and rolled them around in my hands, savouring their warmth through my fingers and palms. She put her hands on my chest and tried to push me away. "No, Jack, you promised." "Some promises are made to be broken," I said, "and this is one of them. I know what you really want now." "Oh really?" she asked, trying to pull my hands away from her tits. "And what do I want?" I twisted both of her erect nipples, making her squeal. "For me to fuck you of course, what else?" "Are you sure that's what I want, Jack?" I grabbed her hips and dragged her ass toward me across the desk so that her pussy was pressed against my cock. Eager to taste her, I leaned over and took one of her nipples into my mouth and began to lick and flick it with my tongue. The more she tried to push me away and wriggle out from under me, the more excited I became. I leaned in closer to her to her luscious body and continued playing with her maddeningly perfect breasts. She laughed. "God, Jack, there's no stopping you!" I looked at her and smiled. "I guess not." I gripped the sides of her chest and dragged her to her feet. "Now let's see what the rest of you looks like." Still trapping her against the desk, I yanked her dress down past her hips and let if fall in a crumpled purple heap at her feet. I gripped the top band of her flimsy panties and ripped them away and flung them across the room. When I saw how good she looked naked, I groaned. She was beyond perfection, she was a goddess with no equal. "You're so hot, Katy, so fucking hot." I ran my hands down her chest and stomach and paused to feel the delicate curly strands of her heart-shaped pubic hair tickle my fingers. I thrust my hand between her legs and felt the wet softness of her shaved pussy. "I'm really going to enjoy fucking you." I began rubbing her saturated slit with my fingers. "And you know what?" She shook her head while making feeble attempts to push my hand away from her pussy. "No, what?" "You're going to enjoy it too." "We'll see," she said, pushing harder against my hand, "but I'm not going to make it easy for you." I pushed hard against her resisting hand and slipped my index finger between her lips. She was tight and very, very wet. "I know you want it," I said, sliding my finger in and out of her. "Tell me you want me to fuck you." She eased her grip on my hand and moaned. "No." At last I knew the game she was playing. Denial, and it was working big time. I inserted a second finger into her pussy while massaging her clit with my thumb. Even as her moans turned into sighs and groans, she still pushed feebly at my hand, as if she was fighting to control her body's responses. I slid my fingers out of her slippery pussy, grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her to her feet. She cried out as I spun her around and pushed her back down onto the desk so that her firm round ass was up in the air and her tits were squashed against my desk. I kicked her legs apart and looked at her sweet, hairless and blood-engorged lips. "I'm going to fuck you now, Katy." I pushed my shorts and briefs down to my feet, stepped out of them and removed my t-shirt. She turned her head back and looked at my hard and ready cock. "Please...Jack...do--" "Here I come Katy..." I rested one hand on her back while rubbing the slick head of my cock along the length of her engorged slit, mixing my pre-cum with her juices. "Tell me you want me to fuck you." "No." She cried out as I grabbed a handful of her fine black hair and lifted her head. "Tell me you want me to fuck you." "No!" I took my hand from her back, opened her lips, and guided my cock towards her opening. "Tell me you want me to fuck you!" "NO!" I guided the head of my cock into her waiting slit. "If you say no one more time, I'll stop right now, otherwise I'm going to fuck you." "Oh what the fuck," she said, wiggling her gorgeous ass against my cock. "Stop messing around and just do it!" she cried. "Do what, Katy? What do you want me to do?" "Fuck me, Jack," she screamed, "I want you to fuck me!" She pushed her ass towards me and I pushed back and slammed my cock into her. When it was all the way in and my balls were pressed up against her, I paused for a few moments to savour the warm and slippery feel of her pussy enveloping my cock. It felt good, it felt like I belonged there, it felt like home. "God, Katy, I like your pussy," I said, "it's so tight." "Thanks for the compliment," she moaned, "now fuck me." I began moving in and out of her, slowly at first, and then with increasing speed. I cupped her fabulous tits, the tits that had got me so wound up in the first place. Thrusting my cock in and out of her was worth every bit of the torment her teasing had put me through. She howled and writhed and bucked against me as I slammed my cock in and out of her. "Fuck me harder, Jack," she screamed, "ram that gorgeous cock of yours into my cunt!" Her words spun me into a frenzy. I increased my speed until I was pounding her with joyful abandon, my balls and thighs slapping loudly against her. She responded by crying out as her body arched and was wrenched by a massive orgasm. Her pussy walls clamped hard on my prick, driving me over the edge. I tensed and bucked and flung my head back and cried out as my cock exploded, sending wave after wave of cum gushing from my balls and into her. She screamed, her body flailing wildly under me as another orgasm tore through her. When our ecstatic body-wrenching spasms finally died away and my cock had spurted it's last drops, I collapsed on top of her and let the euphoria that comes after a great orgasm wash over me. I lay there, exhausted and gasping for air. It was the best fuck of my life, and one I would never forget. When the euphoria made its inevitable exit, doubt rushed in to replace it. Sure, I like sex as much as any man when the opportunity arises, but this was Katy, a girl who I loved and adored. Even though we were both willing participants, our relationship was now much more complicated. Whether that was a good thing or not, I had no idea. When I felt her stirring under me, I withdrew my softening cock from her pussy and took a step back. She lifted herself up, turned around, and jumped up onto the desk. "Wow," she said, dipping a finger into the juices that were leaking from her pussy, "that was a fuck and a half." She raised a hand to her lips and licked her fingers. "I'm so glad I teased you like I did. You were fantastic." A rush of primitive male pride swept through me, but my doubts persisted. "Don't get me wrong, what we did was amazing, the best sex I've ever had, but doesn't it, you know, make things more complicated between us?" She laughed, causing her breasts to jiggle. "Why settle for simple when you can have complicated? It's way more fun." She was right. While I love the fast-changing challenges that are an essential part of my work in IT, the rest of my life has been too simple and far too safe. Sex with Katy was a revelation, not just because it was so shatteringly good, but because it made me realise how much was missing from my life. I wanted the joy and pain that comes with living a full and complicated life. Right now though, there was the loveliest complication of all, my naked and beautiful friend Katy, who was looking at me, her radiant eyes shining. I moved closer to her and tweaked her nipples. "Are you ready for round two?" "Oh yes," She jumped down from the desk and squatted in front of me, "and more, if you can manage it. There's just one thing though." I ran my fingers through her disheveled black hair. "Isn't there always?" She looked up at me, her bright eyes gleaming. "After I've sucked your cock back to life, I want to see your eyes when you fuck me again."