9 comments/ 27354 views/ 2 favorites Katrina Comes Home By: seatraveller It is early Saturday morning, and I am sitting in my home office. I have just finished answering all of my email, and am thinking a little about my life. My wife passed away many years ago, but my life has not been lonely. Our children are grown and have successful careers of their own now. My oldest son, Brad Jr., is successful in the mid-west. His latest email included some anecdotes about my grandson, and I had to remind my son about the times he had done the very same things when he was that age. My youngest boy, Jeff, has finally realized his dream to become a Major League ball player. He plays left field for one of the west-coast teams, and is becoming a star of the diamond. Chris, my daughter and middle child, has become successful as a financial consultant. She even helped her old dad to become financially independent. Following her suggestions I was able to retire early, and now at 55 I no longer have to punch a clock. I also don't have to worry about money, and I can spend my time acquiring, maintaining, and re-building unique cars. Some I sell to other enthusiasts and some I add to my own collection. I have become an accomplished restorer and collector. I stand on his doorstep wondering what am I doing here. Why have I chosen Brad to be the first one I re-connect with? I almost turn to leave, but I realize that I have to start someplace, and it's ridiculous to be afraid of this man. I push the button and wait. "What will he look like after all these years," I wonder? The doorbell rings interrupting my thoughts. I wonder, "Who can be calling this early on a Saturday morning?" I don't look to see who is at the door, but when I open it my heart stops and my breath catches. Katrina, a young woman I thought I would never see again. Her hair, still like fine-spun gold, is cut short making a golden helmet. The crystal blue eyes I remember so well for their laughter, impishness, and intelligence. But there is something more in the eyes. There is an adult awareness as well as a slight sadness. The face is still beautiful with high cheekbones, soft and unblemished skin, but a few tiny lines about the eyes are now visible. A lovely mouth and full lips that I know are oh so kissable. Her clothes are like those I remember from when she was the teenager from down the block a bulky sweatshirt over baggy jeans. The clothes prevent an update on her figure, but that is not important. Katrina is here. Brad stands before me with the doorknob in his hand and a stunned look on his face. At first I think I've made a mistake coming here. Then I realize the look on his face is one of surprise and amazement, not anger. He hasn't changed that much. The rich brown hair has a little more gray in it, but not that much. The tanned face is the same the lines just a little deeper. The brown eyes, wide with surprise at the moment, are the same. I know they are very expressive of his emotions I've seen it. The body is still strong and lean. All together still a very handsome man. I decide to bring him back to reality. "Hello, Brad." Her voice jolts me. I realize that I've been holding my breath. I gulp air and reply, "Katrina, what a wonderful surprise." "Can I come in, Brad?" she asks with a smile that warms my heart. I've been gawking like a teenager and completely forgotten my manners. "I'm sorry," I reply, "Please, come in. I was going for coffee. Would you like some?" I step aside for her to pass and close the door. "I would love some coffee," she says as if she is desperate for some. I let Katrina lead the way to the kitchen she knows my house as well as a member of the family. She and my kids spent most of their childhood going between our house and hers. I pour the coffee while Katrina settles at the table. As I sit across from her she sips her coffee. Her eyes light up and she smiles as she says, "You remember how I like my coffee." "That's one of my best skills. I remember how people like their coffee," I reply. For the next two hours we catch up on each other's lives. My side dwells mostly on my kids, my retirement, and my cars. Katrina's side is much more poignant. I know some of it because Katrina and Chris have kept in touch over the years, as friends will. She fills in the blanks and the details. " I studied for, and became, a computer engineer, and met my husband at my first job after graduation. We had two children, Matthew and Sarah, and I started my own consulting business at home to be with the kids. We were a happy family for 5 years. Then I lost my husband to a traffic accident. I stayed there a while working and taking care of the kids. Unfortunately, I worked at home and my life had revolved around the family. The only friends I had were John's from work, and none had become close. I decided to move back home to start over. I've been back about 18 months, which have been filled with finding a home and re-establishing my business in a new place. That part of my life is finally on an even keel, and I decided that I had to re-connect with the people I once knew. You were the first on my list. I find that I can still tell this man anything, and I unburden my heart of many of the weights I carry there. Some of these details I have told to no one else. I find that telling them is cathartic for my spirit. While Katrina brings things up to date I try to concentrate on her words, but my mind keeps wandering back in time. I remembered the 18-year-old young woman that came to me looking for her sexual identity. That led to a relationship that lasted for about 4 months. The relationship was intensely physical, but an emotional attachment had also formed. It had been my idea to end the relationship when she left for college. I had often thought of her over the years with great fondness and even love in a way. To have her back in my house and sitting across from me dumps a set of emotions on me I would never have dreamed of. I suddenly feel complete and content for the first time in a long time. These emotions take me by surprise since I didn't know they were missing. I also feel that this is no way for me to be thinking. I'm not sure what Katrina's presence here is about, but I'm certain she is not interested in a 55-year-old lover. I find my mind slipping to some of the memories of my previous times with this man. I also find my body tingling with the memories of the pleasure we had given one another. It's hard keeping focused on what I have to say, but I manage to tell the whole story. When Katrina is up-to-date she sighs and looks at her empty coffee cup. I rise to refill both our cups, and turn back to her. "Katrina, I'm glad you've come to see me. I would like to continue getting re-acquainted, and if you're still in a mood to talk we can continue out in the garage. Is that ok?" "Sure," she replies as she stands up. Katrina knows I like to work on cars. She turns and heads to the garage attached to the house carrying her coffee. "No sweetie," I say. "This way." I lead the way through the sliding glass door that lead to the rear deck, then across the deck and down into the yard. As we cross lawn to the rear of my property Katrina sees the large barn-like structure I had built there. "What's this," she asks? "You didn't say anything about keeping horses here." "Well, I guess they are horses in a way." I reply. "I told you that I am in to full time car collecting and restoration didn't I?" "Sure," she said. "But I thought you meant in the other garage." "No, I out grew the garage several years ago." I say this as I unlock and open the large doors that lead into my display area and workshop. I flip on the lights and hear a gasp from behind me. Katrina begins walking slowly down the center lane of the display area. Her eyes are large and her mouth slightly open as her head goes from side to side taking in all the gleaming paintwork before her. I walk beside her, and she is like a child walking through the best toy store in the world. My personal collection has risen to 20 in number. All are classics and from several different eras. She stops at a low-slung blue and white number and points. "This one I know," she says. "I should think so." She is pointing to the Shelby Cobra GT that had carried us on our first date. We had also shared each other's bodies on its hood one night while on a nearby mountain watching the stars. I quickly banish that thought to the back of my mind. I remember that night long ago when I shared my body with him. The tingles return and I shiver with the memory. An old fire is kindled in my belly that I thought was lost to me forever. I force myself to continue my inspection of the beautiful cars. The last two cars on either side are two of my favorites. The one to the left is a Jaguar sedan in British racing green. The one on the right is a Ferrari GT 350 in Ferrari racing red. "Do they all run?" she asks. "Of course they all run," I reply a little indignantly. "Quite well in fact." "What are you working on now, Brad?" "Come on. I'll show you." I go to the garage door in the wall at the back of the barn and lift it. Inside is my large workshop. When we walk inside I flip the light on. There in the center is my current project. It is a 1968 Shelby Cobra Mustang. "Brad, it's beautiful." She says. The car is dark green with light brown leather interior. I've been putting the finishing touches on it for the past few days. It's just about finished. "Is this the latest addition to your collection," she asks? "I wish it were," I reply. "It's a commission from another collector. When he found her, she was in sad shape. He asked me to have a look to see if it was restorable. I told him it was, and he asked if I would restore it for him. The rest is history." "I'm fine tuning the engine. You can help if you like," I say. "Can you still tell the difference between a box-end wrench and a crescent wrench?" "Try me," she says. For the next couple of hours Katrina passes tools and reads meters while I do the hands on work. She hasn't lost what I taught her years ago, and is still a good assistant. We work well together. I enjoy working with Brad again. I marvel at his expertise as he works the tools and the engine. This time together is re-establishing the bond we once shared, and I wonder where that will lead. I'm washing my hands after we put everything away when Katrina says, "Brad, I need a favor." I realize that I want this man in my life again. I have been searching for a way to do that when I have an inspiration. I suddenly realized that after all these years I still can't deny her anything. "You only have to ask, Katrina." "As I said before, I'm trying to re-establish a life here. Trying to see the people I knew and fit in again." "I can understand that, Katrina. What can I do to help you?" "Well," she looks away like a teenager unsure of herself, " my high school class reunion is in two weeks. I thought that would be a way to see some of the people I used to know. I had resigned myself to going alone, but I think I would prefer to go with someone." I was totally unprepared for what came next but said, "Is there something I can do to help?" I summoned all my courage to ask the next question. "Brad, would you take me?" Once before, a long time ago, this same young woman asked me a favor that stopped me in my tracks. I see that she is still capable of doing it. That experience long ago, and those that followed immediately after made this time easier, but it still takes a moment before I can answer. "Katrina, I would be honored to escort you to your class reunion." My heart leaps, as it hasn't in a very long time. I can hardly contain myself, and I know my face is glowing. I watch Katrina's face light up with a beautiful smile. The next thing I know she has her arms around my neck giving me a big hug. I wrap my arms around her and hug her back. I also feel her body next to mine and realize that her body hasn't changed much either, and the sweatshirt and baggy jeans are hiding a treasure trove of beauty. After our hug Katrina backs away and happens to look at the clock on the workshop wall. "Is that the right time," she asks? "Yeah, sweetie. It is," I reply. "Oh God. I'm late. I was supposed to meet momma 15 minutes ago. I have to run." "Go ahead. I have some things to finish here. You know your way out. Get going." She reaches up and kisses me on the cheek, then runs from the building saying, "I'll call you in a couple of days with details." And she is gone. My day suddenly feels less than it was a few seconds ago. I go back to my business. I felt light of heart and light of spirit as I ran for my car. I haven't felt this good in a long time. Not since before my husband died. That seems like such a long time ago all of a sudden. I put the car in gear and speed out of the neighborhood. The next two days are very busy for me. My business is still in the bud stage, and I'm trying to get it to grow again. There are staff meetings, and meetings with clients. I'm able to keep my mind on business most of the time, but there are times, especially when I'm at home, that thoughts of Brad creep into my mind. Thoughts of what he had meant to me, and what I had meant to him at one time play on my mind. The strength of those feelings and the strength of the passion we shared keep coming to haunt my thoughts. Since the death of my husband I haven't thought of another man in this way, even though some have tried to make me feel that way. Two days after my visit to Brad I received the details for my class reunion in two weeks. The usual get re-acquainted to-do, the home coming game, and the dinner dance. I decide to handle the first two by myself, but I need Brad for the dinner dance. The phone is in my hand before I realize it. His phone rings 6 times before he answers. I have not been able to get Katrina out of my mind. Ever since her visit she has totally occupied my thoughts. It's only been 3 days but already I've begun to think I only imagined her visit, and am desperate to hear from her again. I'm under the hood of one of my cars as the phone rings. I reach it on the 6th ring. "Hello?" "Hi Brad, it's Katrina," she says. "Hi sweetie. How're things going," I ask? "Everything's fine Brad. And you?" "Just waiting for you to call." "Oh, I just found out today. The reunion dinner is 2 weeks from Friday. Is that ok?" "Let me check my calendar," I say mischievously. "Gee, it looks like I'm free that night, but I seem to remember a date for that night." "You better remember Mr." She replies just as mischievous. "Well then, what time would you like to be picked up?" "I'll be ready at 7:00." "I will be there at 7:02. Does that meet with your approval, mam?" "Yes. That will do nicely. I'll see you then." She gives me her address and hangs up. I whistle as I finish up in the garage. Later I realize that it will be over two weeks before I see her again. I hope I'll be able to last that long. The next two weeks are very busy for me. I have not told Brad, but I'mspending most of it out of town on business. There are out of town clients I need to meet to discuss projects my firm is working on. The business is too small for a large staff, so I have to handle meetings like this myself. On the second trip I find the dress I'll wear for the reunion dinner. I like it, and I hope Brad will too. My daughter Chris and her husband have come to town on business and brought the kids. I am busy being a grand father for a good part of the time Katrina is gone. I'm always glad to see my grand kids, but this time they occupy me so I'm not a nervous wreck by the day of the dinner date. The morning of the date with Katrina dawns a bright and clear early fall day. There is crispness in the air as I walk to the barn. Once inside with the lights on I walk down the center aisle. I stop in front of the Ferrari and walk slowly around it. The decision is made before I finish the circuit. Nothing but the Ferrari will do for transportation tonight. I spend the rest of the day cleaning and tuning. By 4:00 PM I'm satisfied, and go in to get ready for the evening ahead. I'm at my desk early this morning and working like a demon. I clear my desk by 3:00 PM, and check with my secretary to see if there is anything else that needs my attention. There isn't. I tell my secretary I'm leaving early, and anything that comes up can wait until Monday. My mother is picking up the kids at school, and keeping them for the weekend. I make it home by 4:00 and start preparing for the evening. I've felt the anticipation for this day building for some time. After I undress for my bath I take a minute to look at myself in the full-length mirror. I look at myself with a critical eye. My face is still very pretty, while my figure has changed a little I decide it's not half bad either. My breasts are a little fuller than they used to be, but they don't sag and are quite shapely. My hips are a little fuller and the tummy not as flat as it once was. That is a result of bearing two kids. But I've seen teenage girls at the beach with tummies not as flat as mine, so I guess it's not so bad after all. My thighs are still firm and well shaped with soft smooth skin. All in all I'm satisfied with what I see. I step into the warm water of my bath scented with honeysuckle bath salts. The warm water feels wonderful as it slowly covers my body. I lay back and luxuriate for a while letting the bath relax me. My mind wanders a little, and I find myself thinking about Brad. The memories of our previous relationship begin to pass through my mind. I seem to be fixating on the more physical memories, and I begin to feel the sensations of arousal in my body. I have repressed these sensations since my husband's death, but now they are flooding back. Suddenly I feel hands caressing my body. They are touching me in ways that are familiar yet distant. My body begins to respond to a touch that becomes more familiar each second. I see Brad's face and his hands are caressing my body, just like they used to. My arousal builds and my body responds by moving toward his hands as they pass allowing for maximum contact. I know that I am building to an orgasm and just as I know that I'm getting close I suddenly come back to reality. I find that the hands I feel are my own, and one is caressing and massaging my breast while the other is between my thighs stroking my vagina and clitoris and it feels wonderful. I stop for a moment wondering what I'm doing. I haven't brought myself to orgasm since my college days, then I remember that Brad was the one who taught me how to pleasure myself. That thought makes it seem ok. I lie back in the water and replace my hands. My skin is wet and slick from the bath salts. It feels like satin to my hands. One hand returns to my breast and continues to stimulate the sensitive tissue, the other slides down my tummy through the nest of curls and back to my mons. Fingers find my clitoris and vagina, and resume the motion that will complete my orgasm. One finger caresses my clitoris and causes shivers to tingle my body. It plays around then begins to stroke the nubbin in earnest raising my level of arousal to new heights. I hear my breath quicken as my hips begin to move increasing the stimulation of my hand. The stimulation becomes too much to bear and an orgasm washes over me with such force that I scream out in pleasure. My hips are thrashing beneath the water as my body tries to continue the pleasure just released, and now both hands are between my thighs as I hump against them in the final throes of climax. My body seems to vibrate with the intensity of my orgasm. Out of breath I collapsed back against the tub, and continue to stroke my body as I calm from the intense orgasm I just experienced. My breathing finally returns to normal, and with it rational thinking. I realize that tonight will be very important, and the reason hits me like a truck. I'm still in love with Brad James. The love I shared with my husband was everything I wanted in life. I know I would've been completely happy spending the rest of my life with him. Fate, however, had different plans, and my husband has been taken away from me. Now, the only other man I have ever loved is taking me to dinner, and I know that I still love him. Though I've not seen anything definite, I'm pretty sure Brad still loves me. Tonight I will let Brad know, in no uncertain terms, that I love him and my door is open for him and only him. Katrina Comes Home I dress carefully for this evening. I want to look my best. I brood, as well, about Katrina and my feelings for her. Could I still have deep feelings for her, even after such a long time? I've had no lasting relationship with any woman since then. Certainly they never developed physically as it had with Katrina. Each woman I'd dated since seemed to be lacking something. Until this moment I could never put my finger on what it was they lacked. I'm knotting my tie when the realization hits me. These women had not appealed to me because they were not Katrina. The problem is I'm not sure that Katrina would want me back in her life that way. I apply my makeup with care just enough to accent my natural coloring. I brush my hair until it glows, and I dab perfume in all the strategic places. I want to be perfect tonight. I smile at myself in the mirror, because this is the first time in a long time that I feel like being perfect for a man. I take one last look at myself in the mirror. I think I look pretty good for my age. This evening will tell me how I stack up next to the younger potential competition. I lock the door to the deck after I go through, and proceed along the lawn to the barn. The leather of the Ferrari's seats smells good and feels good under me. The V-12 comes to life with a rumble of power when I touch the ignition. After passing though the doors I get out to secure them. Back in the Ferrari it takes great restraint to keep the 400 + horsepower in check as I drive through the neighborhood, they want to run. The trip to Katrina's will take about 30 minutes along city streets. I pull up to a stop light next to a 300 Z. The young man behind the wheel just sees a red sports car, not what it is. He looks at me and revs his engine. I just smile and look away. The light turns green and the kid takes off like a shot out of a cannon. He is waiting at the next light, and the same game unfolds. The next light is the last one for several blocks, and the street is not too crowded. I decide to show the kid what he's up against. When I pull up next to the Z I don't bother to look at the kid. I let the V-12 and the 400 horses do the talking as I rev the engine. The kid's head does a double take when he hears the roar, and misses second gear after the light turns green. The Ferrari is nothing but taillights in about 4.5 seconds. I pull into the development where Katrina lives, find the address and park the Ferrari at the curb. I look at my watch as I push the button and realize I'm a minute late. I hold the dress over my head and let it fall over my body. The soft material feels sensual next to my skin. I'm smoothing it over my curves when the doorbell rings. I take a deep breath and go to the door. I have a feeling of de ja vu just before the door opens. I remember a night years before when I had called for Katrina the very first time. The picture that flashes in my mind does not do justice to the picture before me. The door swings open, and Katrina fills my eyes and my senses. This is no young woman bursting with virginal enthusiasm. This is a full, ripe, voluptuous, sensual woman who stands before me. She precedes me into the room and turns to stand in the soft light as if for inspection. The dress she wears is black but not simple. Thin sequined straps hold it up while the material clings to her lovely breasts, tapers with her abdomen and clings lovingly to the swell of her hips. It is cut low enough to show me the inner swells of her bosom. She turns to give me the back view, which is spectacular. I notice the side slits that reveal a great deal of her long shapely legs. I have an urge to reach out and stroke her thigh that I hold in check. The back of the dress hangs down almost to the top of her buttocks showing her long muscular back. She turns back around and smiles that beautiful smile I love. I wondered how much she has on under that dress. I watch his face as his eyes cover my body from head to toe. The expression on his face turns from curiosity, to desire, and to lust the more he sees. I turn my back to show him how little is there, and watch his eyes linger on my leg when he sees the high slit. The curiosity returns to his face briefly. "He's probably wondering how much I have on under this dress," I think. "Well sir, your curiosity will be satisfied before this night is over. I promise." I say to myself. Out loud I say, "Do you approve?" I know the answer from the look on his face. It's a rather hungry look. "You look good enough to eat," I croaked. "Good. I'm hungry and dinner is waiting." She picks up her wrap and hands it to me, then turns her back. I gently place the wrap over her shoulders, and get a whiff of the perfume she's wearing. The aroma causes a stirring in my loins. I take her arm and lead her out the door. After the door is locked we turn on the porch to head down the steps. Katrina stops short when she sees the sleek red car at the curb. "Wow," she says. I chuckle at the wow and say, "Nothing but the best for you my dear." Then I usher her down the stairs and to the curb. I open the door for her, and as she sits in the Ferrari I'm blessed with a large expanse of thigh flesh for my labor. She smiles up at me knowing what I've seen. She says, "Come on Galahad, the grail is waiting." Once again in the car I touch the ignition, and the engine roars to life and idles throatily without the least hint of vibration. "Wow," Katrina says again. "Quite," I say as I find first gear. Our destination is the Hyatt Regency on the other side of town. I decide the interstate is the route to take and take the ramp a few blocks from Katrina's house. On the interstate I take the Ferrari through the gears. In 5th I'm doing 85 with more than half the accelerator left. The V-12 isn't even breathing hard. The traffic is light so I indulge in a little girl watching. The woman next to me is very much worth watching. At the entrance of the Hyatt I get out, but the valet beats me to open Katrina's door. When he takes the keys from me he has a hungry look on his face. De ja vu hits me again. When I take her arm I whisper, "I seem to remember another valet about 12 years ago with that same look I just saw on this valet." Katrina gives me a brilliant smile and blushes. She remembers too. Before and during the dinner of rubber chicken and mushy veggies I am introduced to various people, whom I may or may not meet again. During this process Katrina never breaks contact with me. She either has a hand on me, or an arm around me telling everyone without a word that she's with me, and I'm her man at least for the evening. Apparently none of the younger men stack up I think with some amusement. While we eat dinner Katrina keeps her thigh pressed to mine, and occasionally her hand finds my thigh and gives it a squeeze as she smiles her enjoyment at me. The orchestra begins to play, and I ask Katrina to dance. "I thought you'd never ask," she says. "The band just started," I reply. We rise together and I take his hand to lead him to the dance floor. Once there I step into his arms and gently push my body into his. He has no place to put right his hand except on bare flesh, so he takes advantage of the situation. His hand comes to rest at the small of my back so low I'm sure he can feel the beginning of the swell of my buttocks. My breasts are pushing into his chest while my abdomen undulates against his groin to the rhythm of the music. My thighs caress his as we move about the dance floor. Despite all his will power Brad's body begins to respond to the stimulation. His erection begins to grow between us to the point we can both feel it. I'm reveling in the effect I'm having. In desperation I gently push her slightly away from me to stop the contact. "I'm sorry Katrina. I didn't mean for this to happen," I say. "That all right," she replies, "I did." She comes to me again this time putting her arms around my neck. Her head nestles beneath my chin, and her abdomen returns to torment my poor erection once again. I am grateful that the band starts changing gears, and plays an up-beat tune. Katrina, however, has other ideas. She disengages herself to take my hand and lead me from the dance floor. She walks in front of me close enough to shield me from the embarrassment of my erection. Instead of heading back to the table she leads me out a side entrance into a hallway that is at present empty of all activity. She goes to a dark corner of the hallway, backs into it and pulls me next to her. Her arms go around my neck and she pulls my face to hers and kisses me aggressively. I respond by enfolding her in my arms and returning her kiss. Her body once again molds to mine. We continue to neck for some minutes, and only break away when the need for more air became too great. "Brad," she said breathlessly, "I hope you know now how I feel about you." "Katrina, in my wildest dreams I could never have hoped for what I'm feeling right now." We resume our embrace and kiss. Brad's hands find my breasts and squeezed them through my dress. I moan into his mouth as the sensation overwhelms me. My hips move against him, and my abdomen caresses his erection making it larger with each passing second. One hand finds the slit at the side of my dress and insinuates itself inside. His warm hand caresses up my thigh and cradles my mons and massages it. I feel his finger spread my lips and dip into the dripping moisture. I am beside myself with passion. I want him more right now that I've ever wanted any man before. Our mouths part and she breathes in my ear, "Oh Brad! Take me here, right now. I don't care if we're seen. All I want is you inside me. Now!!" She reaches for my groin and unzips my pants. Her hand fumbles inside until she frees my engorged erection. The warmth and softness of her hand is amazing. With her other hand she moves the front of her dress aside as she lifts a thigh to my hip, then she inserts the end between her lips. Once she is sure I'm seated properly she places both arms around my neck, her other leg over my hip and lifts her weight on me. The lips of her sex spread wider and she slowly impales herself upon me. With a push of my hips I enter her fully and she sighs with fulfillment at the sensation. We move together to stimulate each other, but we cannot maintain the slow rhythm of the beginning. Soon we are thrashing against one another in complete abandon as we both climb the mountain of passion. Katrina reaches the summit ahead of me, and begins to scream out her climax. I clamp my mouth to hers in an effort to contain that scream. Her inner muscles are clenching about my erection like a warm wet hand. I manage a few more savage thrusts before I join her in a mighty orgasm of my own. Groaning my completion into her mouth as my body jerks into hers in the final throes of climax. I don't know how long he stays inside me, but it seems an eternity. My inner muscles continue to spasm and milk every drop from him. His erection finally deflates and slips from inside me. We stand there breathing into each other's neck as our bodies descend from the peak of passion we attained. When I am able to think clearly again I hear the muffled music. The tempo changes again I say to Brad, 'Come on. I want to dance a little more, then I want to you take me home and make love to me." How can a man argue with that? When we returned to the dance floor the lights had been turned down low. We danced in an erotic embrace that was nearly copulation standing up. My hands were beneath the back of her dress caressing the soft flesh. They drifted down under the material to find her bare buttocks. My fingers kneaded the resilient globes and pulled her abdomen closer to me to get full benefit from the undulations. After the last dance the orchestra breaks into the school alma mater. Katrina turns nostalgic and sings along with her classmates. She turns her back to me and nestles her back and buttocks against me, and pulls my arms around her. Her body sways with the music, and she brings my hands to her breasts and holds them there. While she sings and sways I weigh, caress and knead her breasts. It's so dark on the dance floor that no one can see. When the last notes play the lights come up, and Katrina takes my hand to lead me back to the table. I retrieve her wrap and we walk to the lobby. The valet brings the car around, and is rewarded one more time when Katrina gets back in the car. "That boy will be having wet dreams of you for some time to come," I said. Katrina smiles and blushes again. Back at Katrina's house she leads the way through the darkened living room, and down the hall to her bedroom. Once there she turns on low lights and turns to face me. She looks deep into my eyes with such emotion that I almost have to look away, but I stay with her. A shy smile appears on her face as she reaches up and pushes each sequined strap from her shoulders. When the second one is down the dress falls from her body like a black cloud, and she stands naked before me without a hint of shame or reserve. She stands with her arms at her side and allows me to feast my eyes. My eyes caress her body from head to foot. The curve of her neck and shoulders is still perfection. Her breasts are full and proud with the pink areolas pebbled from the slightly chilled air. The abdomen is still firm but slightly rounded from the children carried there. The hips flare luxuriantly to shapely thighs. The blond vee covering her sex is as light as ever, and the lips are covered by golden wisps of fur. When my gaze returns to her eyes she walks to me and begins to undress me. Each item is carefully hung or folded until I stand there as naked as she. Then she encircles my neck with her arms and I draw her body next to mine. We both luxuriate in the feel of naked flesh against naked flesh. Hands search and caress areas that were at once familiar but had to be reclaimed because of the distance of time. Moans and gasps of pleasure escape our throats as the passion rises in us both. Brad picks me up and carries me the short distance to the bed. He lays me gently on the bed, and once again stands and looks at me. The look in his eyes is unbridled lust tempered by what I know is love. He sits next to me and begins to caress my body with his hands. Those strong but gentle hands are everywhere. My face, my breasts, my thighs, and my crotch are treated to sensual pleasures of love brought by his hands. Next his mouth begins with delicate kisses about my face, my eyes, my lips and my ears. Feather light kisses that increase passion with their delicacy. The kisses become more aggressive when they reach my breasts. Accompanied by his hands they inflame my lust to a higher level. Fingers knead, pinch and fondle, while lips and teeth kiss, nibble, nip, and twirl. He seems to take an eternity with my breasts and I love every minute of it. I experience at least two mini orgasms from his attention to my breasts alone. I trail my lips and tongue along her abdomen leaving delicate traces wherever they touch. Her back arches as I lave her navel, and she shudders when I trace a line across the top of the soft triangle of hair. My attention shifts to her beautiful thighs where hands, lips and tongue linger lovingly to arouse her higher with each passing minute. Katrina has a hair trigger by the time I focus my attention on her sexual center. I delicately lap the drops of inner dew from the fur protecting her entrance. Her back arches once more as my tongue traces each lip and delves between them to drink more of the nectar she produces. I pause to look up and find her eyes on mine. Hers are lidded with lust as she looks between her swollen breasts and her hands manipulate that sensual flesh. I return to my work and spread her lips with my fingers and find the nubbin I have been searching for. I kiss it and she moans loudly. I lick around and over it and a scream is torn from her parched throat. My tongue flicks it faster and faster as a finger sounds her depths. When she comes her thighs clamp around my head and imprison me in silken textures and sensual aromas. Her hips thrash against my face, mouth and tongue in an attempt to wring every drop of pleasure from her orgasm. I don't stop until she collapses exhausted from her sensual exertions. I lost count of the orgasms during my labors. I am a lump of lustful flesh by the time his mouth finds my center. All I can do is ride the tide of climax he is building inside me. I am afraid I will lose my mind if the pleasure gets any better than it already is. When the wave of orgasm crashes over me I hear a distant voice scream out. My head throws back and thrashes against the pillow, my body arches and my hips spasm uncontrollably against his face. My thighs and hands imprison him to me until I am done with him, and the tides of orgasm passe. The next conscious thought I have is the realization that I have been somewhere. I realize that the sensations were so intense that I passed out from sheer pleasure. I regain my wits to find my lover looking up from between my splayed thighs with a look of loving adoration on his face. I reach for his face and guide it to me and meld my mouth to his. The taste of my recent satisfaction is salty on his face and I drink it in with the kiss we exchange. The next sensation I have is that of being filled from below. He has inserted himself within me and is proceeding to fill me inch by inch with each thrust of his hips. When he is fully within me I clench my inner muscles around him and we both grunt with pleasure at the sensation. I feel Katrina clamp down around me, and the sensation is glorious. As she releases me I withdraw my hips and push forward again. I set up a slow rhythm and feel the sheath cling to me as I move back and release so that I can plunge once again into the warm wet velvet. I see her smile grow with each thrust and soon her hips pick up my rhythm and pace. Her thighs clamp around my waist, and I feel her heels against my buttocks with each thrust trying to draw me deeper inside. The sensations are increasing and my pace increases with them. Very soon I am slamming myself into her with such force that her breasts are bouncing with each thrust. "Come inside me again my love," she pants out. "Come inside me again." Our breathing becomes ragged again as my lover continues to pound into me. I can't contain myself any longer. I scream again as the spasms of orgasm seize my body. Again and again the wave breaks as he continues to thrust and I meet each one with a thrust of my own. Finally he reaches his limit and I feel him erupt inside me as he bathes my insides with the flood of his seed. His head is back and he too screams his completion. I come again with the sensation. I don't know how long I have been out, but I return to the knowledge that I have collapsed on top of Katrina. With arms that feel like mush I struggle to lift my weight off of her. We are still joined together, and my erection is still deep inside. Her inner muscles are clamped tightly about me, and I can feel them milking me even after I have given her all I have to give. The sensation is fantastic. As she returns to her senses she slowly releases the tender vice she has held me in. My erection slowly recedes and finally escapes the grip of passion that has held it for so long. I collapse beside my beautiful lover and turn to face her. She turns to me and we embrace tenderly. Brad has collapsed next to me, and as I turn to face him we embrace. He strokes my back tenderly and I wrap one exhausted leg over his hip. We kiss tenderly and touch each other's faces with looks of tenderness passing between us. Our breathing slowly returns to normal. His hair, face and body are bathed in sweat. I am bathed in sweat. Finally I begin to calm down and the tremors in my body subside. Katrina Comes Home "Katrina, after what has happened between us tonight," he says between breaths, "I have only one thing to say." "What is that my darling," I reply. "I've discovered that I still love you." I feel the tears fill my eyes. I hug him to me and whisper in his ear, "I still love you too. I didn't realize how much until tonight." We gaze into each other's eyes as lovers do. Our bodies are cooling and becoming sticky. We say almost as one, "I think we need a shower." My legs feel like rubber as I stand beside the bed. Katrina stands with me on unsteady legs as well. We walk together into the bathroom. She reaches inside the stall and turns on the water. While we wait for the water to warm we embrace and hold each other up. When the water is adjusted we step together into the stall. The water pelts us and begins to rejuvenate us. I reach for the soap and begin to run it over her body. I massage the lather into her shoulders and back then run my hands down over her buttocks. The sensation of her skin beneath my hands is glorious. She turns to face me and I begin the same process with her front. I spend extra time with her breasts because they feel so good. She enjoys this as much as I. Her nipples distend and she sighs with contentment as I worry them with my fingers. The tender assault continues as I work my way down her soft abdomen to her firm thighs. I also spend extra time with her sex. She rewards my attention with soft moans of pleasure. I'm almost ready to come again so I back away from his hand. He surrenders the soap and I return the favors he has so lovingly provided to me. The broad back, the hard buttocks, the expanse of his chest and abdomen. My hands trace the ripples of his thighs and then settle on his groin. He is semi-erect when my hands encircle him, and my soapy hands bring him to full erection. We are both breathing faster after he is rinsed and the water is off. Without drying I take his erection in my hand and lead him back to the bed. I push him down on his back and sit astride his thighs. Katrina pushes me back on the bed and mounts my hips. She strokes me a few more times then inches forward. Taking my erection in her hand she raises herself and inserts me just inside her opening. Then she begins a slow undulation of her hips and slowly takes me further and further into her warm moist depths. When I am fully seated inside her she places her hands on my shoulders and moves her hips backward and forward. I'm sliding in and out of her, and at the same time she is rubbing her clitoris against my shaft stimulating us both. My hands reach for her slowly undulating breasts, and begin to work them against her chest. Her nipples push against my palms harden they harden further against the roughness. The tempo of her hips increases gradually, but soon she is grunting with the effort as she slams herself over me. I have lost my grip on her breasts and place a hand over each plush hip and help bring her forward harder and harder as the tempo of love gets faster and faster. My lungs are demanding air and his shaft is driving me crazy with desire as I move above him. We are moaning our desire louder and louder as we push each other farther along toward climax. I once again am drowning in my orgasm; the passion I feel throws me erect above him trapping his erection within me. My hands reach back to rest on his thighs to bring his shaft in tighter contact with my throbbing clitoris. I have to hold myself to him with my thighs to keep from being thrown off. I am in the midst of a powerful orgasm and I will not be denied at this moment. I am trapped in a velvet vise as she leans back. The spasms and vibrations of her orgasm are driving me crazy. I did not think I could come again, but my body tells me that one is on the way. Our bodies are thrashing against one another in total abandon neither of us giving an inch in our quest for pleasure. Katrina is screaming her release at the ceiling as we pound each other to completion, and my yell joins hers bouncing off the bedroom walls. I collapse on top of Brad totally exhausted. We both drift into an exhausted sleep of the well satiated. I awake in the morning spooned to Brad's font with my back. His half hard member is wedged between my thighs, and his arm is around me his hand cupping my breast. He is snoring lightly, and I decide it is not time to wake up yet. Katrina and I were married this past spring. We found our families were delighted and had no objections. She has rented out her house with an option to buy, and she and the children moved in here. I am now papa Brad to Matthew and Sarah, and enjoy being a dad again. Having little ones around the house again has taken some getting use to, but I've managed. I am content with my new family, and it seems they are content with me. Brad and I have been married for 2 months. Since moving here with the children we have become a family again. I was afraid the children may have some problems, but Brad loves them and they know he does. That has made the difference. Like any couple with children we've had to become a little creative with our love making, but that just keeps our sex life exciting. I'm sitting here in the hot tub surveying my realm. The children are playing on the back lawn about 50 feet away. My beautiful bride is in the house getting us some soft drinks. I hear the door behind me, and turn to see her walk across the deck toward me. The sky blue bikini she's wearing does little to disguise her body. The stretch material clings like a second skin, and the sight her moving toward me is very erotic. As I walk toward the hot tub with our drinks, I sway my hips a little bit more. I know Brad is watching, and I see him running his eyes over me. I set the drinks on the edge of the tub and join him in the bubbling water. I notice the bulge just under the water in front of my husband. "Is that a stick in you pocket Mr.? Or are you just glad to see me," she says in a poor Mae West voice. "Oh, it's a stick mam," I reply. "Let me check it out," she says as her hand finds my erection. "Hmm. That's a pretty good stick you have there." "You should know. You put it there." "Lets see if we can take care of that for you," she says as she reaches for the drawstring. "What about the kids, " I ask? "We'll be careful, and we'll have to listen for them," she replied as she lowers my trunks to my knees. I begin to stroke his erection under the water. Brad lies back against the side and enjoys the sensations. I feel his hand reach for my breast under the water and the surge of lust through my body as he squeezes it and worries the erect nipple he finds there. "Just leave my top in place please," I warn him. "Yes, mam," he replies. I reach forward and help Katrina to her feet then I pull the strings at the side of her bikini bottom. The flimsy material comes away from her hips, and I stroke her mons and insert a finger inside her. She sighs contentedly as I stroke her clitoris. "How are we going to do this, " I ask her? "Like this," she says. I moved to the side of the tub facing the yard and rest my elbows on the edge. My bottom is pointing at Brad and I spread my thighs and wiggled it at him. "Does this give you any ideas big boy?" "Just one," he said. I feel him move behind me and take a hip in each hand. Then I feel his glans nudge against my vulva. I reach a hand between my legs and spread my lips to allow him entry. I feel him begin to slip inside and release my fingers. He begins a slow thrusting of his hips that send him farther into me with each stroke. The sensation of the warm bubbling water coupled with being penetrated by my loving husband is pleasure beyond compare. My beautiful wife is thrusting her hips back at me as I slowly imbed myself inside her. When I'm fully inside I begin moving slowly back and forth with my hips. We are both sighing and enjoying ourselves. At the same time we can still watch the kids playing on the lawn. This coupling continues for quite some time. We both go up and down the scale of sensation several times. When one of us gets close we stop, then continue when the mood strikes us. One of the kids calls to us to watch what they're doing. Katrina answers that we are watching in a voice dreamy and hoarse with passion. Finally Katrina says with difficulty, "Finish me off my love. I'm ready now." Brad takes a hip in each hand and begins long thrusts which get faster and faster. He is driving me crazy right now, and I'm getting close. I pick up the pace and thrust harder and harder. Katrina places her hands on the tub edge so she can thrust back toward me harder. Her back arches as the pleasure rises within her. I reach around her and get a handful of breast in each hand and use them for leverage. The friction on her breasts and nipples drives her farther along toward orgasm. Her breath is coming faster and faster. I push the material of her bra above her breasts to be able to touch the real thing. Tweaking her nipples pushes her over the top. She is thrashing back against me as hard as she can the warning about her top forgotten. The wave of orgasm washes over me and crashes inside me. Brad thrusts as hard as he can and increases my pleasure. I have to stifle the scream that wants to get out. I am coming harder now, and my vision blurs, and my body throbs. By keeping my attention on the kids, I'm able to stay detached enough to avoid coming myself. Katrina is enjoying herself and coming hard around me. With one final mighty thrust back at me her body goes rigid while her inner muscles clamp down on me so hard I can no longer thrust in and out. I just ride with the sensation. I am immobile impaled on Brad. There are giant tremors running through me as my orgasm strengthens. He is massaging my breasts to prolong the pleasure for me. Katrina finally collapses into her folded arms on the edge of the tub. I'm still inside her as deep as I can get, and enjoying the muscle tremors in her vagina. It's a wonderful sensation. I finally start to come down, and regain my composure. I'm satisfied beyond measure, and thankful to my lover/husband for bringing such pleasure to me. When I'm composed enough that I can take over the kid watch I rise up on my hands and begin moving again against my man. "It's your turn now my love," Katrina says to me over her shoulder. She also begins taking me in and out of her velvet sleeve. I begin to concentrate on my own pleasure. The sensation of my erection gliding along the warm moist sides of her vagina begins to take over. I once again place my hands on her plush hips to drag her on and off my shaft. She is grunting with the effort to meet my thrusts, and my hips take on a rhythm of their own taking me with them to completion. I can feel Brad expanding within me. I know that he is nearing his explosion. While keeping an eye on the kids I redouble my efforts to bring him the pleasure he has given me. His breathing is heavy, and when I glance over my shoulder his eyes are squeezed tight, and every muscle of his neck and shoulders is standing up from his effort to gain his release. With one last mighty shove I bury myself within my wife's body exploding my seed inside her. It feels like gush after gush is spewing from me as I hold her hips tight to my groin. A loud grunt escapes my throat with each ejaculation. Brad almost launches me out of the tub with his final thrust, but I manage to stay with him. I feel him burst inside me, and the fluid that spills from him washes my insides. His body finally allows him to thrust a few more times inside me, and then he collapses across my back filling his hands with my throbbing breasts. Once I have calmed down I squeeze Katrina's breasts one last time, then drag her with me as I sit down across the pool. She floats toward me and comes to rest with her bare bottom on my lap. We sit there in the after glow of our exertions watching the kids, stroking each other and stealing a kiss now and then. I am still holding a naked breast in each hand feeling their weight and caressing them gently. We notice the kids coming in our direction and slip our entire bodies beneath the bubbles of the tub to conceal or degree of nakedness. When Matthew and Sarah reach us they ask if they can come in the tub too. "Sure," Katrina replies, "go get on your suits. They are gone in a flash. While kids are changing Katrina and I reluctantly cover ourselves. We cuddle together while we wait. The kids return, and we are a happy group sitting in the bubbles of the hot tub. I am thinking about the new parts of my life, and what is to come. I'm sure it will never be dull. Confirmation of this comes in the form of Katrina's hand finding me under the water and stroking gently.