3 comments/ 23846 views/ 2 favorites Something for Kate By: LilacWine It's 1987, I am going to be 20 soon. Married, no kids, mortgage on a great little unit in South Perton. Ready to start my new job in an inner city library which I've been hoping will be a far cry from the suburban one I have been working at since leaving school four years ago. I've a new wardrobe for this new position, and I am pretty impressed by it. I'm going for a professional look, and for my first day I thought my knee length houndstooth pencil skirt with the buttons down the back would be perfect. A satiny blouse, black stockings and high heeled black shoes. The perfect librarian look. Conservative but attractive. Even though I'm not a librarian! Clerk, ok, but I want to look the part, make a good impression. My hair is what always lets me down, I just can't tame it. Still I manage to get a thick handful of my shoulder length tresses and scrape it back into a tight ponytail. I leave my makeup understated. I understand how conservative the other staff there are, nothing like the girls I worked with at Kelville Library, who wore casual clothes and didn't bother with hair or makeup. One last look in the mirror. I am not used to seeing myself like this! Like most 20 year olds I wear relaxed clothes, jeans and stuff. But I think I look good, if a little uptight. I assess myself...too much cleavage. I do up another button on my blouse, smooth my skirt, make sure all the back buttons are fastened. My one concession to my true nature is my Schiaparelli stockings, fastened by a suspender belt. And of course matching bra and knickers. Nice underwear makes me feel so good. But my stomach is churning with nervousness. I take a deep breath, kiss my husband goodbye and head out the door. By the time I get to Tivoli Library (yes, corny I know! It's named after the place in Italy!) it's 8am. I knock at the back door. The librarian, Janet answers. Tall, with a large build and intimidating looking, she greets me and gestures for me to enter the back room. "Hi Kate," she says. "You're early, none of the others are here yet. Oh except the cleaner, he gets here early and leaves at 10am." "Ok," I say. "Where can I put my bag?" Janet takes me to a small lunchroom which is at the end of a long passage with several doors. I peek into one as we walk down the corridor, I can see a toilet cubicle and a shower. We reach the lunchroom which has one high window, nothing visible of the outside world except the treetops and sky. It's lined with grey lockers and she offers me an empty one to put my things in. There's a fridge, a sink, a kettle and a microwave. In the middle of the room sits a green laminex table surrounded by six chairs, and against one wall are three comfy looking armchairs. "Come on, I'll show you around," Janet says. The library is impressive, obviously Tivoli council has money to burn. Huge open areas, enormous shelves stacked to the ceiling with books. Leather sofas, many study desks both downstairs and upstairs on the mezzanine level. It's nothing like Kelville Library, which would have fitted in the children's area here. No wonder the cleaner stays so long each day. Janet shows me the workroom, which in contrast is a mess, books and papers stacked high on each desk. It has an inviting chaos about it. I am feeling a bit overwhelmed by all of this, but excited at the same time. She shows me the storeroom which she says at first will be my domain, at least while I am the youngest and new, my job to keep it in order. I wince a bit at this, but it is my first day so I accept it. She's showing me the stationery when we both turn at a noise behind us. "Oh," says Janet. "Mark! You gave me a fright." Mark. I wasn't expecting this. He is in his late twenties, maybe early thirties, with long black hair which falls to his shoulders. Clean and shiny looking. He's got a small goatee, very dark, black eyes and dark eyebrows. He's wearing Levi's 501's, I know this because my eyes take in the button down fly at his crotch, involuntarily. His crotch has a nice bulge, this doesn't escape my notice. At his waist is a belt with a Harley Davidson buckle which catches the light. A tight black Tshirt and Doc Marten boots complete the picture. He surely isn't a staff member. The cleaner? "Mark, meet Kate. It's her first day today," Janet says. Mark extends his hand to mine, which by now is slightly clammy, my heart racing a bit as I take his warm hand in mine. "Hi Mark," I manage to say. "Welcome Kate," he says. His voice is soft and deep, and he smiles at me revealing beautiful white teeth, a contrast to the dark facial hair. He holds my hand for a moment and doesn't drop his gaze from mine. I feel some kind of current between us, and I wonder if it's just wishful thinking or does he feel it too? Janet suggests that maybe I would like to shelve some books until the others arrive at 9am. I take a trolley and head down to the stacks at the back of the library. My heart is still beating hard as I think about Mark. He isn't really my type, but I can't stop thinking about the way he looked at me, his smile, those 501s! Shit, I need to stop this, I have to be more professional and for god's sake I'm married! I try to concentrate on getting the books on the shelves. I reach up high to put one away, and through the shelves I see Mark. He's watching me. Maybe he has been for a while and I didn't notice. When I look back at him he looks away, but then raises his face to mine again and smiles. His smile is devastating. I feel my stomach drop and a liquid warmth between my legs just looking at him. I move along the stacks, this time I need to bend and put away some heavy reference books on the bottom shelves. I am struggling a bit with these. I sense someone behind me, and there is Mark again, eyeing me as I am bent over, my pencil skirt tightly strained against my arse. He's pretending to vacuum as he watches me appreciatively. "I could offer to help you there Kate, but I've gotta get on with this," he chuckles. "And anyway I am enjoying watching you...shelve!" Instinctively I reach behind to check my buttons, and typical of this damn skirt one has come undone, right below my knicker line, surely he has seen my stocking tops, not to mention my underwear. I feel embarrassed but excited at him watching me. I stand up straight, emboldened by his interest in me, and slowly reach behind, pretending to struggle with the buttons but accidentally on purpose opening another, which I know will expose me further. "Oops!" this skirt is always coming undone!" I say laughing, and Mark is standing there vacuum cleaner in hand, with his mouth slightly open, staring at my open skirt which is fully showing my black underwear. We hear voices, it's the other staff arriving. He returns to his work and I to mine. 9.45am is when we all have morning tea together before the library opens. I head to the lunchroom ready for a coffee after my encounter with Mark. I enter the lunchroom, and he's there, making his coffee. "Kate," he says. "I made one for you." Passing me a hot mug he holds my hand again. The heat feels good against my palm, the skin of his fingertips brushing mine. We stand there for a moment, footsteps are approaching down the corridor. Mark leans in towards me, his lips centimetres from my ear. He inhales. Then exhales audibly, I feel his hot breath on my neck. "You smell divine," he whispers quickly. My legs go to jelly as the other staff whom I have yet to meet enter the room. We take our seats. I am shaking and unable to speak. I smell divine. I didn't even put on perfume today. I keep rolling his words around in my head as I consider his meaning. Somehow we get through morning tea. Mark leaves at 10am, roaring through the library carpark on his Harley. I manage to breath again when I know he's gone. I know he starts at 6 the next day. Tomorrow is another day though, is it not? That night I don't say much to my husband about my job. Just tell him it's ok, a bit the same as the last one, but the people are cool. In bed I am ravenously aroused, I take control with him, leaving on my lingerie as I pin him to the bed, fucking him hard and imagining Mark watching me go wild, flinging my head back with abandon and cumming over and over. I can't sleep, I get up early. This morning I dress similarly to yesterday. Shorter black skirt this time, again a tight pencil skirt with slits up the sides, black stockings too. The blouse I wear is loose, cream this time. I leave a few buttons undone showing my deep cleavage which is encased in a lacy pink bra that fastens at the front, sewn in with ribbons and a small pink bow. I know it's a bit sexy but I can always do up some buttons. I fasten my hair with a big clip at the back, just enough to get it off my face. A bit of eyeliner and mascara and lipgloss and I am ready for work. I am ridiculously early, and I know I am doing it deliberately. Janet will probably be there though. I just want to flirt with Mark, feel the same feelings I felt yesterday, nothing more. I park my car, Janet still hasn't given me a key so I knock at the door. As I wait notice the only vehicle in the car park is Mark's Harley. Mark answers. Smiles that grin which slayed me yesterday. "Kate," he says. "Aren't you early?" "Yeah, I am. I wanted to um...get some work done, you know, catch up, yesterday was hard, just want to get organised, you know," I am babbling but he just stands there smiling at me. "Oh I know," he says. "Better get on with it then hadn't we?" winks at me and walks out into the library. Janet isn't here. Mark tells me she won't be in till lunchtime, she's gone to a meeting. My legs feel weak, but I pull myself together enough to start organising the storeroom. It's a mess, things need to be put away. I find a small stepladder and with an armful of manila folders climb a couple of rungs to put them on the shelves. I know Mark is standing behind me. "You need a steady hand," he says, and moves towards me, sliding his hands up the outside of my upstretched thigh. I gasp, knowing I should stop him but I don't. The storeroom is poorly lit but I can see his eyes shining up at me and his partly open mouth showing his white teeth. I say nothing, bracing myself against the shelves as Mark's hands reach up and find my buttocks. He runs his hands over them kissing the backs of my knees. My body is liquid fire now as his hands knead and squeeze my arse harder. I am still on the stepladder feeling his hot hands running over me, now sliding inside my satin pants and caressing the soft skin of my arse. I start to whimper and moan, his touch is inflaming me. His hand slides between my legs, finding the wet gusset of my pants. He strokes and kneads me there, exploring the lips of my pussy and massaging me with the palm of his hand. Slowly I descend from the ladder while he keeps pressure on my pussy, his other hand still squeezing my arse. I bend over slightly and lean against the shelves with my elbows. Mark raises my skirt to my waist, gasping as he takes in the full view of my pussy and arse. He hooks his fingers into my underwear and pulls it down, kissing my arse as he does so. His hand moves between my legs as he massages my mound again, running his fingers along my wet slit. My body responds to his touch, pushing urgently against his exploring hand. Finally his finger slides between my labia and inside my pussy. I moan with pleasure as he slowly but deeply finger fucks me. I can feel juice from my pussy running down my thighs, hear his groans at the heat and tightness of the flesh around his finger. Wordlessly he turns me to him. He takes my hand and I unbutton his fly. His cock is hard and straining at the buttons. I reach inside his boxers and pull it out, it's hard and so hot, protruding hugely from the foreskin, the head purple. I wrap my hands around it and wank him as he strokes my clit. I can feel his movements more urgent now, he's having some difficulty but he keeps the movements consistent on my clit as I feel the pressure building inside me, my pants around my ankles my skirt up around my waist, his jeans around his bum, his hard cock in my hand. I feel myself cumming again and again, and once I do it's as if he's free to cum himself, I feel his orgasm building as I jerk his cock more violently and see his cum shoot with force from the head of his cock all over the storeroom floor. We hear voices and quickly clean up, Mark leaving the room before me, picking up his Hoover and heading back out. I don't know how I get through the rest of the day. I can't believe what I have done. But I just want more, I know I want to feel Mark's cock inside me and tomorrow I am going to make it happen. This morning I don't bother with panties. My pussy is hot and already dripping at the thought of fucking Mark. I don't care about professionalism or fidelity. All I can think about is Mark inside me. I get to work even earlier this time when I know only Mark will be there. As if he knows my plans he opens the back door even before I knock, pulls me in and kisses me passionately. I can't stop myself and I don't want to, I kiss him back and reach for his crotch which is already bulging. He reaches behind my neck and frees my hair from its clip, it tumbles around my shoulders and he buries his face in it, kissing it inhaling it and biting at my neck. In a lustful dance we steer in towards the library which is semi dark. I am walking backwards and Mark is holding me, his tongue probing mine the whole time as we approach one of the leather sofas. He sits me down and pushes up my skirt, sees I am wearing nothing underneath. He spreads my legs, puts his face between them and takes a huge mouthful of my raging pussy. Works his lips all over me. His facial hair stratches me exquisitely. I unbutton my blouse and undo my bra, while he looks up and sees my breasts for the first time, reaching up a hand and cupping one, tweaking the nipple as he flicks his tongue all over my pussy concentrating now on my clit, sucking it and licking it and pinching my nipple until I cum into his mouth. I pull him to me now and free his cock from his pants. It's even harder and huger than yesterday, the biggest cock I have ever seen, almost scary, but I want to feel it stretch me to my limit. I kiss him deeply, and lie him back on the sofa. I straddle his hips, just rubbing my pussy slowly up and down his cock as he groans. I am dripping juices all over him, and I see precum oozing from the eye of his impressive member. I can't restrain myself any longer as I straddle him and lower myself down onto his throbbing hardon. His cock stretches me wide open, but my pussy expands to receive it all. I am wetter than I have ever been and this lubrication enables him to slide with ease in and out of me. I bend and dangle my breasts in his face which he captures with his hands and his tongue, sucking my nipples and squeezing my tits. One hand moves down to assist with the movement of my hips on his, his cock pushing against my cervix but I am relaxing my pussy then tightening to take all of him, and I am loving the ecstasy of it. My body takes over as I begin to ride him now, leaning back and taking his cock to the hilt, feeling it deep inside my belly, sliding in and out of my like hot steel encased in satin. Mark's hands run up and down my body and I lean down to kiss him now, our tongues finding each other's. Our breath quickens together and I can feel his heart beating fast. Our bodies are becoming slick with sweat and juices as our skin slaps togegther, the leather beneath Mark becoming wet and slippery, sucking noises as he pumps his fat cock in and out of me faster and faster. I know time is running out but we are both about to cum. My clit is burning as it pumps against Mark's pubic bone, and he's muttering "Oh Kate, oh Kate," as he fucks me harder, his cock splitting me in two but it feels so good and I am cumming now, as he looks at my face in ecstasy eyes closed head thrown back saying "Oh god, oh god...yes...yes!" this spurs on his own climax and with several deep hard thrusts I feel his cock pulse and shoot his hot cum into my pussy. I want more but I glance at my watch and know everyone will arrive soon. We sit looking at each other, side by side. I am doing up buttons and he's wiping himself clean on a bandanna, then straightening my hair and helping me with my skirt. I pull him to his feet and button his 501s. We hear voices now, people arriving. We kiss deeply, arms around each other. The sofa has a noticeable wet stain on it which Mark cleans again with the bandanna. We part, I return just in time to the storeroom and humming, he begins polishing a study desk with the same bandanna as Janet enters. As Mark leaves later that morning, I wait till the others aren't around and look at him, the door open. "Mark. Thank you!" I whisper. "I'm coming in early tomorrow again." "No Kate, thank you. You are incredible. And I knew you would," he says, smiling that killer smile again as he winks and walks to his bike. I watch him ride off. Looking forward to tomorrow. Something For Kate: Late One Night The shrill ring of his mobile phone startled him. He opened his eyes and rolled over, fumbling for the annoying interruption to one of his favorite dreams. "That's a place I won't be able to get back to for a while." he grumbled as he picked up his phone and glanced at the screen. Two pieces of information were displayed. One, the time, stating it was 2:30am, on a Monday morning no less. Great, five hours till work. The second was much more intriguing... It was the Caller ID - Kate. He hesitated at the name on the screen. Kate was his best friend of more than eleven years, and he had last seen her under a wet and moonlit sky, saying goodbye. She was leaving on a whirlwind trip of London, followed by almost two years of service as a masseuse aboard a luxury cruise liner. It had been terrible weather that night, and they had spent most of the evening in the car, talking loudly to each other so as to be heard over the rain. The thunder had eased and Kate had unexpectedly jumped out of the car, racing away from him towards the middle of the car park. She stopped, already soaked through, and turned to him. He would never forget those next few minutes. Kate was incredibly striking, she always had been. Her blonde hair was always well groomed and framed her face delicately. Her blue eyes had a piercing gaze that could melt even the most stalwart of men (and some women, although that's a story for another time) and her figure made you want to grab hold. They had known each other for a lifetime, and he had fallen for her long ago. He had never told her, for fear of losing her altogether, but always was there for her, whenever she needed him. And she needed him now. She stood, wet to the core, and beckoned for him to join her. It was a simple gesture, a flick of a wrist at most, but it made him come running. The rain chilled him instantly, and, bracing himself against the cold, he strode across the deserted car park toward her. He closed the gap between them, but stopped short, about a foot away from her. She was on the verge of tears. "I'm scared." He almost didn't hear her. The rain had picked up and whipped her blonde locks across her face. Her bottom lip trembled slightly, either because of the cold, or because of what she had said. Maybe even a little of both. When she became worried, or lost, or scared, he had always seemed to know how to calm her. And he did what he always did. He opened his arms, an offered a warm and welcome embrace. She bridged the gap between them instantly, folding his arms around her so that she was safe, protected, secure. She buried her face in his chest and he could feel her body shake as she let out little sobs. He gently placed a hand on her head, and held her close. "What are you scared of, Kate?" She looked up at him, her azure gaze penetrating deeply into his dark brown eyes. "I don't know what's going to happen while I'm away." She began, "Everything will be different when I come back. Even you." The statement hit home for him. He had considered that maybe they would never be what he wanted them to be, and that, while Kate was abroad, he would find someone special. But he hadn't considered that Kate had been thinking about that, too. "I'll never change, Kate. I'll always be here for you. You know that." She squeezed him as he said it. She found comfort in his words, weather he meant them or not, but he felt sincere. "Kate...?" He faltered. Was he really about to tell her how he felt? Now, of all times, when she was about to leave for the opposite side of the planet? Would he get a better opportunity? Probably not. He lifted her chin gently, taking his time, pacing himself. Then, cautiously, deliberately and very delicately, he uttered three simple words. "I love you." He tilted his head to hers, and their lips met. She smelled amazing, even in the rain. And a crack of thunder and lightning illuminated the scene in spectacular fashion. Much to his delight, he found her kissing him back. A gentle nudge against his lips made him part them slightly as her tongue pleasantly found it's way against his own. The kiss lasted only a few moments, but it would be the kiss he measured every other in his life against. When he broke the passionate embrace, she smiled up at him, warmly. "Thank you." She said, knowingly, "That's exactly what I wanted." Their evening was almost uneventful after that. They continued to talk as though nothing had happened, although they held each other for the remainder of the night. He kissed her goodnight, and then, early the next morning, she flew out of his life for the next two years. That had been eight months ago. While they had swapped emails and discussed the details of her trip, they had never discussed that night. But now, here, at 2:30am in the morning, she was calling him direct from wherever she was on the other side of the world. He answered the call. "Hello, Kate." "Oh my God! It's so good to hear your voice, I missed you so much!" She was crying. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" "Oh, just homesick, I guess, and I've been drinking, and I miss you and everyone back home, and I'm just feeling lost." "Surely working on a luxury cruise liner can't be that bad." he offered. "You don't understand. I have no one." "What are you talking about, you've got me, you know that." "Yes, but you're all the way back home in Melbourne..." "But I'm still right here, Kate. What do you need? How can I help?" There was a pause. He wasn't sure if it was the delay or a break in connection. He called out to her again. Then, after another short pause, she asked him a question. "Are you still the same?" He frowned. What did she mean by that? "Yes, I think so. I told you I wouldn't change while you were away." "So you haven't shacked up with anyone?" "No." He was telling the truth, but didn't understand where this was going. "Have you?" "No. That's part of the problem." "What do you mean? Surely you've had offers from all the guys out there?" He was a little hurt by her comment, but they were not a couple, and she was free to do what she liked with whomever she liked, but he had been hopeful, all the same. Then she said the words he would never forget. "But they aren't you." She whispered the words as if they were a sensitive secret. He beamed in his bedroom, his heart doing backflips in his chest. "Are you still there?" She asked. He responded that he was, and they then made a bit of small talk, but it was clear he didn't know what to say. "Baby," she had only on very few occasions called him that, "where are you right now?" "In bed, it's nearly 3am here. Where are you?" "In my room on the ship. We've docked for the night, and while I'm allowed off the boat, there's nothing I really want to do... Except you." His dick sprang to attention. "Baby, I need you. And I want to make you feel really, really good, too." He moaned a little, but she heard it instantly. "I'm going to talk, and you are going to listen. I know I can't physically be there right now, but I bet you wish I was. I want you to place your warm hands on my skin, feel you pull me toward you. Feel you kiss me again." His hand slid down his stomach into his boxers, brushing over his hardening cock as she spoke. "I want you to make yourself feel good, baby. Touch it while I talk to you." "Way ahead of you, Kate." he said as he pulled his member out of his shorts altogether. "I'm here, in my little room, sprawled out on my bed, wishing you were lying here next to me. Do you know what I'd do? I'd sit on top of you. I'd tease you. I'd start to undress you slowly, stripping you down to your boxers, and then I'd lift the waistband, pulling it up off your skin, but then I'd stop, and tease you some more. I'd remove my clothes and leave just my underwear on, then remove your boxers with my teeth." "I'd slide your shorts down over your body, exposing all of you to me for the first time. God, I've thought about you naked from time to time, baby. I wonder what it looks like. Describe your cock to me. I bet you're looking at it right now." He gulped at this, and began to describe his hard, engorged 8 and a half inch dick to her, in full detail. She moaned her approval. "I want to take that cock of yours in my mouth, baby. You deserve all the pleasure I can offer you. I'd slip the head of your dick between my lips and slowly run my tongue along the head, getting you wet and slippery. I'd massage your balls and stroke your shaft while I suck on that big head, making you moan and groan. Stroke that big cock for me, baby." He did as he was told. "I want you to suck my nipples, now, baby. Undo my bra and take off my panties and lick my tits. Suck on them, make me moan. Oh my God, baby, I can't take it any more. I'm putting my hand inside my panties just for you. I can feel you here, pinching my nipples, as I rub my clit." He plucked up more courage at this, and muttered, "Show me." "Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you baby. You wanna see my naked body? Well, if you do, you gotta show me a little something first..." While still on the phone, he managed to keep the call going and switch to the phone's camera. He snapped a decent photo of his cock, with his hand wrapped around it, and sent it off to her, without hesitation. All the while, she kept up her commentary. "Oh God, baby. I want to feel you suck on my pussy while your cock fills my mouth. I'm gonna climb on top of you, and press my wet cunt onto your face. Fuck my mouth while I fuck yours, baby." He heard the distinct beep of her phone as she received the message. Her breathing changed and she stopped speaking for a few moments. "Oh shit, baby. You are a big boy! That cock of yours looks amazing, and now I can really picture what it is I'm about to fuck! Lay me on my back on the bed, baby, I want you to slip that cock of yours inside me. I want to feel you fill me up to the brim." His phone beeped in his ear. He had an incoming message. He switched to the messenger program and saw it was from Kate. He also saw that their was a picture attached. He opened it, stroking his cock faster. When he saw the image appear on the screen, he moaned his approval. "Do you like what you see, baby?" The photo was of Kate, in all her stunning naked glory, spread out on the bed, just as she had described. She was wearing nothing but a smile, and her cheeks were flushed, clearly she was aroused. Her breasts were full and pert, wonderfully topped with deliciously pink nipples, standing at full attention. His eyes roved over her form, taking all of this digital goddess in. He looked down her body, over her stomach, and stopped at the space between her legs. She was bare down there, her pussy winking at him, devoid of hair. Her pussy lips were open, and she had one hand holding her pussy lips apart to really open herself up for him. Her clit was erect and protruding from the folds, and there was a hint of wetness he could see. Next to her most intimate of intimates, was a small tattoo of a yummy looking strawberry. "Oh, baby, I want you do fuck that pussy you see open for you. Slide your dick in there, baby. I'm wet and ready." "What's with the Strawberry, baby?" He asked through heavy breathing. She laughed as she panted. He imagined her there, on the other side of the world, frigging her clit while he pumped his cock, each of them helping each other closer to orgasm. "The Strawberry? It's what I like to eat... Only I like my Strawberry with cream." That sent him over the edge. He pumped harder, imagining what it might feel like to pound her wet pussy until he exploded inside her. "I want you to come for me, baby. Fill my cunt up with that cream I know you've been keeping just for me. Spray your hot load deep inside me." He groaned as the orgasm built, and she heard him approach the climax. "Do it, baby, spray it everywhere, make a dirty, sticky mess all over me!" He screamed down the phone as he started to come, and heard her doing the same. They both moaned and erupted in pleasure as they came, his load shooting out from his cock in strong heavy spurts as he covered his hand and the bedsheets in his hot cum. She moaned down the phone as her own orgasm subsided, and gradually their breathing returned to normal. "You still there, baby?" He confirmed that he was, and she giggled down the phone. "Wow," she said, "I'm going to let you get some sleep. I realize it's pretty late now. I'm sorry I called you so late." "Don't worry about it, Kate. I'm glad you did!" "I am too. Thank you, that's exactly what I wanted." And Kate hung up, leaving him to clean himself up, and giving him a whole new set of dreams to dream, and leaving him wonder about the possibilities of what could happen when Kate finally came home. To Be Continued...