3 comments/ 43435 views/ 1 favorites Watching Kate By: Jo-Jo Chapter 1 The men shook hands. The deal had been done. Carlos had asked Mark to his office on the recommendation of a friend. He took out a brown envelope and handed it over. “Half now and the rest in two weeks.” He said without a hint of question in his voice. Mark took the envelope and deposited it into his rucksack, then turned back to Carlos who was now searching in his desk draw. He could see a half empty bottle of whisky, a large box of expensive cigars and a few porn magazines. Nothing unusual for an aging business tycoon. He had expected to see a gun but that may have been hidden elsewhere. His eyes swept over the room. Someone had tried to decorate it so it looked cosy but had only made it look stuffy despite the high ceilings. Carlos was sat in a brown leather high backed chair, the deep studs made it looked cushioned and soft, but as it was identical to the one Mark had chosen to sit in he knew this was not the case. A fire roared in the fireplace throwing out the heat of a furnace, and upon the chimney breast a large dark oil painting sat, supposedly of a fresh open countryside but as the picture was so old and dark it only forced the room to look smaller and dingier than it actually was. Carlos pulled out another larger envelope and passed it to Mark. He looked inside there were a few photos and some slips of paper with various names of gyms and tennis clubs written on them. “I’ve listed the membership subscriptions that I pay for, the names of her favourite restaurants, hairdressers, beauticians and a few of her close friends.” Mark nodded and glanced at one of the photos, he was surprised to find that Kate was stunning. Her hair was shoulder length and golden blonde; she had clear blue eyes and full red pouting lips. The thing that stood out most was that she was at least 20 years younger than Carlos; she could have easily been mistaken for his daughter. Mark wondered why she had married him. Probably for his money he decided as he slipped the photo back. They shook hands again and arranged to meet again in 2 weeks. With that Mark picked up his rucksack and walked out of the warm office onto the slightly cooler hallway. He dug his car keys out of his pocket and made his way down the stairs. A large bodyguard was waiting with the door open he nodded. “Goodbye sir.” The bodyguard muttered in a gruff deep voice that reminded Mark of Barry white. Outside the brown, crinkly leaves were swirling in the fresh autumn breeze; he pulled his jacket tighter around him and briskly walked to his car. Once inside he immediately started the engine, put the heaters on and started his journey back to the apartment he had rented especially for this job. On the 40 minute drive Mark thought about the case; it had started 3 weeks ago when a friend rang him to say he had recommended his services to Carlos Santino, a rich business man who 30 years ago was one of the most feared men in the West End, but after a few years he had faded into obscurity, the rumours being that he wasn’t as tough as he thought he was. Carlos had phoned the next day to ask if Mark would follow his wife as he suspected her to be having an affair. Mark had agreed and they had arranged today’s discussion. Being a private detective Mark looked into Carlos’ finances, personal life and health before going to see him. It turned out that he was a very wealthy man who had had a string of affairs mostly with 18 year old glamour models, hoping for their big break. But all the money in the world didn’t buy you health, in short he was dying. 2 heart attacks, high cholesterol, high blood pressure and the latest, inoperable cancer of the spinal cord. Mark guessed that he wanted to find out if his wife was having an affair before he left his millions to her. The job its self was an easy one, follow his wife Kate around for 2 weeks and collect any evidence of an affair. Mark was pleased with the fact that his name as a respected private detective was spreading amongst the rich and famous, and with enormous cash payments that he could demand for doing something he enjoyed. Chapter 2 Kate had been in the gym all morning. Her clothes were stuck to her damp sweaty body and she desperately needed a shower. She walked in to the empty changing room and started to take off her leotard, when she was naked she headed towards the shower cubicles grabbing a white fluffy towel and complementary shampoo and shower gel on the way. She turned on the shower and stepped under the icy needles of water instantly cooling her burning skin, making her small nipples tingly and erect. She lathered her hair and rinsed, the bubbles snaking a slow path between the valley of her breasts over her taught stomach and between her thighs. As she massaged herself with the shower gel she thought of her lover. Peter had been away on business for a week and was due back today. She had met him at a party just over a year ago and they had become lovers shortly afterwards. It was a passionate relationship which satisfied her sexual needs, he was also married so there was no pressure for commitment. In the beginning she often thought of his wife and wondered if she knew, this made her feel guilty but after talking to Peter, he had told her that his wife didn’t like sex and expected him to go to prostitutes, but Peter thought too much of her to do that and had been celibate for a number of years before meeting Kate. Kate had no feelings of guilt where her own husband was concerned. Her father had offered her to Carlos as payment for debts, and they married with in 2 months of meeting. Kate had never loved Carlos and had never pretended to, but he worshiped the ground she walked on, and had said that if she ever left him he would have her killed and then kill himself. She knew without a doubt that he would carry out his actions, he had killed before. So she had resigned to spending the rest of her life with him. After a year of marriage he had grown bored of forcing her into sex and had started to have affairs, which the press always seemed to find out about. Apart form those annual humiliations Kate had had a good life with Carlos and never wanted for anything except passion and love. The shower was warming up now, Kate’s fingers slipped between her legs, grazing her lips. Gently she parted them feeling the drips of water kiss her cleft. Slipping a finger inside she thought of Peter, how he licked, tasting her like a fine wine. Moaning gently her finger built up a steady rhythm; fondling a stiffened nipple with the other hand she shuddered as she gently came. Chapter 3 Unaware of anyone following her she drove into town parked up and made her way to Peter’s office. It was a few streets away from the shops set in the middle of a terrace and consisted of one room down stairs with two desks, computer, fax, phones and the usual tea and coffee making facilities. Under the desks were piles and piles of paper, half finished work, two calendars of the naked women variety and several unwashed plates. Upstairs was a bathroom, a sofa an easy chair a fridge, a small sink and more piles of paper. He was one the phone to a client when she walked in, smiling up at her he pointed jokingly to the plates, making a gesture for her to tidy them up. Shaking her head she bent over sticking her pert bottom out provocatively. Wiggling it at him as she picked up the plates, placing them at the bottom of the stairs. She walked around to his side of the desk and knelt in front of him, opening his flies she smiled at herself Peter never wore underwear not even in winter. He was hard already; she ran her tongue up his full length sweeping her tongue around the thick circumcised knob. He leaned his head back against the chair and closed his eyes trying hard to concentrate on the person at the other end of the phone. She placed the shaft between her full red lips and drew it in to her warm inviting mouth. Sucking it in until it touched the back of her throat, his breathing grew raspy and his voice began to falter. After a few moments of this delicious torture she slid his dick out of her mouth and let it slap against his belly, moving her head further down she took each one of his big hairy balls in her mouth in turn. He took the phone away from his face, covered the mouth piece and groaned loudly. “You fucking tease.” he growled Smiling she took his dick back into her mouth wanking it with one hand, fondling his balls with the other. “Yes erm hang on a moment, I‘ll just check my diary” he said pressing the hold button on the telephone and replacing the receiver. He stroked the side of Kate’s face and gently grabbed her hair. She looked up at him he smiled back. “God I’ve missed you.” He whispered hoarsely. He closed his eyes again as he shot his load in her willing mouth. She drank it greedily licking the last drips with a cat like tongue. She placed his flaccid penis back in his pants and fastened the buttons. “How have you been, did you have a good trip?” Kate asked as she sat crossed legged on the floor. “The usual boring meetings, But I did get a new contract he said pointing at the phone” “Oh my god I forgot, you finish the call and I’ll make you a coffee” She jumped up and went to the kettle as he finished his call. She switched it on and began looking around for a cup. Eventually she saw one under a large sheet of paper, it had obviously been their for some time she took it upstairs to wash it, taking the plates as well. 15 minutes later she put a cup of steaming coffee before him. He nodded and winked. She sat before him crossed legged on the floor. “Thanks Jim, I’ll have the estimates with you by Friday. Ok, Bye.” He hung up grinning at her. “Thanks, mmm. That’s great” he said taking a sip of his coffee. “I should think so, this place is discust…” Before she could finish the door handle pulled down. Quickly she dived under the desk between his legs and held her breath. The desk had three solid sides with one side open where the chair went, so she couldn’t see who came in and they couldn’t see her. “Hi Troy, what brings you here!” “Hello Peter, just wondered if you fancy coming out for a drink tonight with the guys” Under the desk Kate ran her hand up Peter’s legs towards his groin. She could feel him becoming hard under her touch. He shuffled down in his chair so she could reach his buttons. Ignoring the gesture Kate continued to fondle him through the restraints of his trousers. She put her mouth on the material and blew warm air against the throbbing phallus, making it spring out further. She could feel herself getting wet and for the second time that day reached down her jeans and began to massage her hot pussy. Peter thought his friend would never leave. His cock almost tearing its way out of his trousers felt deliciously painful. He glanced under the desk to see Kate one hand on his cock the other down her jeans. Her eyes were glazed over, her tongue licking her lips. “Sorry mate, I’m snowed under.” He replied pointing to the vast amounts of paper on his desk. “I can’t even stop for a chat.” He hoped Troy would take the hint. “Well maybe next week then?” “Sure, you name the time and the place and I’ll be there.” They chatted for a few more seconds then Troy left. Relived Peter stood up locked the door and shut the blinds. Kate stood up. Her jeans were open, her hair tousled. She looked beautiful. “You’re a naughty girl,” He growled “You deserve a spanking.” He grabbed her and roughly spun her around and forced her over the desk, ripping her jeans down with one hand the other pressed down between her shoulders, pushing her against the flat surface. A sharp slap sounded, Kate moaned loudly. “Please don’t spank me any more sir, I promise I will be a good girl and do any thing you say” Her voice sounded like an innocent school girl. Her firm smooth bottom had the beginnings of a raw red hand mark appearing on it, so he knelt behind her and kissed it softly. He could hear her sighing and beginning to relax across the table. He trailed his tongue across the vicious mark and then blew gently. “Take off your jeans.” She scrambled up and kicked off her trainers and then her jeans. He stood behind her, reaching around, he began to unzip her jogging top. She was naked underneath. Sliding it off her shoulders he nibbled her neck, it smelled of clean scented shower gel. He cupped her breasts in his hands, tormenting her nipples with his thumbs. Leaning backwards, she put her head on his chest and put her hand on her mound. Her delicate fingers began exploring the folds, grazing her clit, dipping into her slick hole, coating themselves in the delectable creamy fluid. Watching her pleasuring herself drove him nearly over the edge, her loud moans made him want to tear into her there and then. Taking her hand he placed her fingers into his mouth one by one, tasting the molten juices, wanting more. She turned around to face him and slowly trailed her tongued across his lips; He opened them slightly pressing his lips to hers their tongues twined together tasting each others heady juices. He picked her up and sat her on the edge of the desk, she was as light as a feather. Stooping his head, he took each nipple in his mouth in turn suckling like a new born baby before dropping to his knees in front of her. Spreading her knees wide he lapped up the moisture on her thighs moving upward towards his goal. His lips found the place where her fingers had just vacated. The deep musky scent turned him on even more. His tongue brushed against her clit making her moan even louder. Kate grabbed his hair as he forced his middle finger into her tight wet hole, slowly he withdrew it and then inserted two, then three fucking her with them until he could feel her muscles begin to spasm he removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, with a loud groan she came on his face, Sweet nectar trickling from her glistening pussy. He stood up and kissed her mouth so she could taste herself once more, she grabbed his waist and wrapped her legs around him pulling him closer. Bending his legs slightly he drove into her, Crying out with relief. Then picking her up, still impaled he carried her to the wall and roughly thrust into her again and again crushing her against the cold hard surface until he came with a loud wail. Shaking, she lowered her to the floor as Peter withdrew and watched peter as he grabbed a handful of tissues and wiped himself then he disappeared upstairs, she could hear him scrubbing himself clean to rid his body of her scent just in case his wife smelt it and was upset. Kate could understand why, she didn’t want to hurt anybody either but surely he could wait until she was gone! All she wanted was a big cuddle and for him to tell her that she hadn’t risked everything to come here for just sex. But he would be down in a minute and would expect her to be ready to go, maybe that was exactly what it was, just sex, and she was the only one that felt more. Chapter 4 Outside Mark sat in his car. He had seen Kate disappear inside and watched as she had walked close to the window. Unfortunately he couldn’t see any further in than a few feet, and when a man had entered the office he had tried to look through the door but couldn’t see Kate anywhere but knew that she couldn’t get out any other way. The man had left after only a few moments and then the blind had been closed. He had taken this opportunity to phone some contacts on his mobile phone and found out that the office was rented by Peter Samuel, a 36 year old project consultant, who had been married for 14 years, no kids, no pets, but a friend of a friend of Kate’s. “Bingo, caught out on the first day.” He gloated. He took out a notebook and pen and wrote down dates and times and actions then slipped it into the glove box. Her photo slid silently to the floor staring up at him, he bent to pick it up but instead of putting it back, he closed the compartment door, sat back in his chair and looked properly at the photo for the first time. She took his breath away with her beauty. The perfect features he saw seemed to etch into his mind. He closed his eyes and saw her small 5”2 frame walking down the street, her petite bottom straining against her tight jeans. The way she flicked her hair when she looked to see if anyone was watching her go into that office, that office where she was probably being fucked right now. He felt his cock thicken in his trousers. “Fuck.” He muttered snapping his eyes open. “I need to get laid.” Putting the photo back in the glove box he wondered what would happen to her now. Whether she would be cut out of his will and left penniless, or would he forgive her and take her back. Maybe the shock would kill him. As long as he got paid first Mark didn’t care. That night as Mark lay in bed he could think of nothing except her. He had waited until she had left Peter 3 hours later followed her to the supermarket and then home, where she had stayed all night. He had only left when he had seen the silhouette of her getting undressed for bed, her gorgeous lithe body stretching upwards as she yawned. He could imagine her pretty pink nipples sat high on her firm round breasts jiggling up and down as she brushed her silky hair. He had to mentally shake himself and drag his growing cock and over active imagination back to the car. Deciding a cold shower would be the best cure he headed straight to his apartment. Once inside, he poured neat vodka drank it straight down, then poured another. With his dick still raging in his pants, he went straight to the shower, switched it on and turned the dial to cold. He discarded his clothes and stepped straight in gasping as the freezing water cascaded over his shoulders and down his muscular back to his tensed buttocks. He tipped back his head, wetting his dark hair then brushing it back away from his face. The throbbing had not subsided. Fiercely grabbing his hot hard shaft he began to pump it viciously, all he could think about was how Kate’s pretty pink lips would look around his wide dick, how her big blue eyes would stare up at him, how her tits would look when he shot his load over them. Unable to tell if it was the vodka or cold water making him numb he leaned his back against the chilled white tiles, the glacial stream now ran down his hairy chest, making the dark nipples that stood there erect like hard pebbles. The muscles in his arm strained against his bronzed skin as he wanked his slippery dick, squeezing as hard as he could without causing pain, until he came, shooting hot milky semen into the incessant flow of cool water. The next day dawned bright and clear, Mark awoke after a restless sleep with a mind full of doubt. He followed Kate around most of the day, a visit to the gym in the morning and then to Peter’s office in the afternoon and in the evening a drink at the pub with a girlfriend. The pub was small and quiet; Mark chose to sit in a corner close enough to listen to the flow of conversation but far enough away so that he would look inconspicuous and read a news paper. As the night wore on and Kate and her friend had more and more to drink they began to look over in interest. When Kate went to the loo her friend came over. “Hello, my name is Julia. I’ve never seen you here before.” Mark looked up from his newspaper. He thought of making up a name, but one glance in his wallet at the name on his cards or drivers licence would have aroused suspicion. “Hi, I’m Mark.” He replied with a firm handshake. “Just moved here with work last week, I’m just getting used to the area. “Oh, what do you do?” Watching Kate “I’m an area manager for a recruitment firm; we are just setting up offices in town” With that Kate returned. “You didn’t waste much time did you.” She said winking at Julia. Then turning to Mark and smiling. “Hi, I’m Kate. She has been eying you up all night. “Well I’m flattered; can I buy you ladies a drink?” “That would be lovely but I have just phoned for a taxi” said Julia looking genuinely downcast. “Maybe we will see you in here again?” “Quite possibly if the view is as good as it was tonight” He smiled a flirtatious smile. A horn beeped outside as the taxi drove up. “Bye then.” Sighed Julia “Bye.” Kate called over her shoulder as she dragged her friend by the elbow out of the door. Sitting down Mark swore to himself “Shit!” He hated getting noticed when he was on a job, it made it much more difficult to follow someone if they knew who you were. He would have to change tactics and befriend her instead. He drank his drink and headed home, where another sleepless night waited for him. Why couldn’t he stop thinking of her? She was just another job after all. Chapter 5 The next morning the sound of the phone woke him suddenly; his dreams of Kate vanished as his eyes snapped open. He scramble out of bed and looked in the pocket of his jeans for his mobile phone. “Hullo?” his voice was gruff and his tongue felt like sandpaper. “Mark, this is Carlos. I just wondered how you were doing on that little job that I asked you to do?” “Erm, fine Carlos. I’ll have the results ready in two weeks as promised.” “The thing is, I have a hospital appointment on the day we were supposed to meet and I may be out of action for a while afterwards. Could you get the results together in a week so I have time to decide what to do before I go under the surgeon’s knife?” “Sure, that shouldn’t be a problem” Mark replied “I’ll see you this Tuesday at ten.” “Thank you for been so understanding. I will of course pay you for the full 2 weeks.” With that Carlos hung up. Chapter 6 Kate had been running on the tread mill for 20 minuets when she saw him walk in. she switched off the machine and headed towards him. “Hi, remember me from last night?” “Oh hi, Kate isn’t it?” “That’s right! Is it your first time here you look a little lost?” Mark nodded “I do feel a bit bewildered, it’s much bigger than my old gym” Kate smiled “let me show you around.” They toured the large building talking non stop all the way. Kate seemed please when she found out he was single and asked if she could fix him up with her friend Julia. Mark politely declined saying he would like to settle in for a few weeks first. He found her to be very pleasant and funny. She laughed all the time and seemed very relaxed. He again wondered why she married Carlos, He decided that it couldn’t have been for money, with her stunning looks and infectious personality she could have had her pick of any number of men. After they had looked around he offered to buy her a drink in the bar. She looked at her watch and sighed. “I really would love to but I have to meet someone in an hour and I have to shower first.” She pointed to her tight leotard and shorts. Mark couldn’t help but stare at her firm breasts. Kate noticed him looking and felt a warm rush flood from her face to her toes. She could feel her nipples beginning to harden and her stomach did a somersault. Excusing herself she rushed to the changing rooms blushing furiously. She had never had that kind of reaction to anyone before. “To get so turned on by someone just looking at you is what school girls do.” She chided herself. She showered and changed as quickly as she could, not wanting to think about Mark at all, but as she drove to Peter’s office she glanced into her rear view mirror and saw him following her. She began to feel angry “Who does he think he is, stalking me because I looked twice at him” she turned the corner into Peter’s road, there was a parking space right outside his office which she swung into with a screech of her tyres. Normally she would park in the town centre car park so nobody would recognise her going to Peter’s office so frequently, but today she was so shaken she didn’t care. Peter glared at her as she walked in. “What the hell are you doing parking outside, anybody could see you.” He snapped “Sorry, some wanker nearly forced me off the road into a lamppost. I’m just a bit shaken that’s all.” She lied. “Well just don’t do it again I don’t want to get caught.” His voice was still harsh. “I wont.” She replied meekly. She couldn’t explain why she didn’t tell Peter about Mark she reasoned with herself that maybe he just happened to be going in the same direction. She was more shocked that Peter didn’t even ask how she was after she told him she was nearly in an accident. When they made love that afternoon she couldn’t concentrate, Mark‘s face kept flashing into her mind and the feeling she had in her stomach when she was with him came back whenever she saw his face. Peter didn’t notice that she didn’t come, has he always been this selfish? She thought to herself. At 4 o’clock she made her excuses and left for the hairdressers. While driving she kept looking behind she couldn’t see any particular car following but the roads were busy so she couldn’t really tell. It was dark when Kate left the hairdressers she felt more relaxed thanks to the idle chit chat from the stylist. She drove out of the town centre to the quiet suburbs feeling a pang of envy when she passed Peter’s ordinary house. Why couldn’t she have had a normal life, fallen in love married had 2.4 children and a dog. She shook her head “There’s no point feeling sorry for yourself, that won’t change things.” About a mile past Peter’s house her car suddenly shuddered to a halt. “Fucking hell.” Kate cursed. Then she remembered that she was supposed to stop for petrol after the gym but she had been too distracted. Too embarrassed to phone anyone for help she had to decide whether to walk the mile to Peter’s house or to walk five miles to the petrol station. Peter’s house won. While walking Kate thought of Peter’s wife, she had been to their house a few times before for various parties and get togethers as they had a few mutual friends, but had never spoken to her alone. The other thing to consider was how Peter would react finding her on his doorstep unannounced. Had it have been yesterday she wouldn’t have been at all worried, but his sharp words today had left her reeling. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea. She thought. I may just walk straight past and go to the petrol station after all. Then she heard footsteps behind her glancing behind she saw the figure of a man in a baseball cap. She walked more quickly and so did the footsteps, she crossed the road and so did the footsteps. Kate was getting frightened now she looked around for help but the road was deserted. She crossed the road again and the footsteps followed. In a blind panic she began to run she could hear the man running behind her he was catching up, she could see Peter’s house in the distance it was still a way off. Kate knew she wouldn’t make it, He was almost touching her now. “KATE” She heard someone calling her name from the other side of the road. Turning her head she saw Mark running over to her. The man in the baseball cap saw him too, turned suddenly and jumped over a wall and through a children’s playground disappearing into the night. “Kate are you ok.” “I think so” she panted “I ran out of petrol just up the road, I was going to a friends house to get some and then …” “Just get your breath back; I was so scared I didn’t think I would reach you in time” He took her into his arms and held her tightly as if she was the most precious thing in the world. Kate felt so safe she let him hold her for a few minutes before she pushed him away. “Have you been following me?” her voice was croaky and unsure. Mark thought for a moment of the consequences. “Yes, I have.” He sounded defeated. “How long for?” “Nearly a week” . She turned away and strode towards Peter’s house. “Please let me explain, give me a minute.” “Leave me alone,” she cried “You’re a fucking freak, Stalking women is pathetic, you’re no better than him.” she screamed waving an arm in the direction of the playground. He stopped following her at the end of Peter’s driveway watching her walk away thinking he had lost her forever. She walked around the house heading towards the back door. As she passed the side window she glimpsed inside and stopped dead. From where he was stood Mark could see her mouth had fallen open. He watched as she closed her eyes, her shoulders began to heave up and down. She lifted her hands up and covered her face with them, shaking her head in disbelief. “Kate?” Mark ran towards her and gathered her in his arms for the second time that night. Turning to look in the window he saw Peter from the office laid naked on the floor while his wife sat astride, riding him for all she was worth. Chapter 7 They entered Mark’s apartment in silence. Pouring two strong gin and tonics before even taking his coat off, he handed one to Kate, they both drank them back quickly and wanted more. She poured two more and flopped down on the sofa, feeling surprisingly relaxed in the home of someone who had told her an hour ago that he was stalking her. Mark sat down opposite her. “Was that another mistress?” “No, his wife.” “I don’t understand. You did know he was married didn’t you?” He asked staring at her tear stained face. He felt unexplained anger towards the man who had caused her so much pain. Kate explained how Peter had told her that his wife didn’t like sex and had expected him to go to prostitutes. “I feel so awful, all the time I was thinking that I was saving their marriage but all the time I was nothing but his bit on the side. He’s made me feel like I’m nothing but a cheap slut.” She began to sob again. Mark waited until she had stopped. He then took a deep breath “Your husband hired me as a private detective to find out whether you are having an affair or not.” It blurted out less sensitively than he had intended, but at least it was out in the open now. Kate sat dumbstruck. ”Are you a hit man as well” “No.” “How long has he known about Peter and I?” “Hang on, he doesn’t know anything yet.” “Are you going to tell him?” Kate asked holding her breath in anticipation of the answer. “No, I don’t think so.” She exhaled loudly “what do you want from me” Now it was time for him to lay his cards on the table. “I want you Kate.” He said simply. She shook her head slowly. “You can’t have me, I’m married. If Carlos ever found out about any of this he would have us both killed.” “Stay with me tonight?” Kate got up and left the room. Mark sighed he had blown it. He picked up the glasses and poured two more drinks. “I will stay tonight, if you promise not to tell Carlos about Peter, and promise not to contact me again.” Mark felt like he had been given the moon and then had it snatched away again. “Never contact you again?” “That’s the deal!” Deciding it was better to have her for one night than not at all, he agreed reluctantly. “I’ll just make a few calls. Then if I could use your bathroom to freshen up.” Mark left the room to get clean towels for her; he was nervous about pleasing her, did she feel forced to stay? He poured 2 more Gin and tonics and added ice and lemon. Kate finished her calls then went in search for the bathroom; she was exited and nervous about tonight. How would she measure up? Would he be able to tell that she had only ever slept with two men? Her stomach began to do somersaults again. Running the shower she stepped out of her clothes there was still traces of Peter’s jizz in her underwear. She took them off and threw them in the bin. That was one part of her life that was well and truly over. She stepped into the steamy shower and let the powerful spray massage her shoulders. Mark was the only thing that she could think of despite everything that had happened today. When she squeezed his spicy shower gel into her hand she remembered how tightly he had held her after she was nearly attacked, he had saved her life. If Carlos found out about them being together they would be both dead, yet she had never felt so safe in her life than when she was with Mark. There was a knock on the bathroom door. “Can I come in?” “Sure” Mark felt uneasy, he didn’t know where to look, he could the make out the outline of her lathering the shower gel into her smooth silky skin through the shower curtain. “You don’t have to stay. I won’t say anything to Carlos, You can walk out and you won’t see me again.” Kate smiled to herself. “If I walked out now I would probably be arrested for indecent exposure” she laughed “but if you want me to go I understand, it’s a big risk getting caught with me.” She held her hand out of the shower reaching for a towel, he handed one to her. Wrapping it around her torso she pulled back the curtain. He gasped at the sight of her, suddenly feeling a raging hard on in his pants he looked down self consciously. “I was hoping you would force me. Then I wouldn’t have to think for myself. No guilt. No responsibility.” He could wait no more. Scooping her into his arms he carried her to the bedroom and laid her on the bed. Kneeling next to her he kissed her. She closed her eyes as their lips met. He held her hands and lifted them high above her head kissing gently down her neck, all of a sudden she heard “click, click” Kate’s eyes sprung open. Instinctively she tried to sit up, but her arms were held fast handcuffed above her to the metal headrest. She looked pleadingly at Mark, he smiled back. “No responsibilities?” Staring deep into his eyes she had a sudden feeling of trust, a feeling that she hadn’t felt since her father gave her to Carlos many years ago. She relaxed into the soft bed and closed her eyes; his breath blew on her arms as he exhaled with relief. Brushing her damp hair from her face he kissed her eye lids. Kate opened her mouth and tilted her head up, her lips searching out his. Their first kiss was so gentle yet so intense, He dare not rush her, he could feel that she was like a baby dear waiting to run, wanting to run but curious to see if this stranger could offer her something she had never had before. She felt his hands around her wrists then slowly moving down her arms towards her shoulders, his lips left the safe haven of her lips and began to move down under her jaw towards her perfect neck, lingering over her collarbone. She felt him pulling the towel away from her naked body and for a second felt self conscious he pulled away from her and looked at her with such awe that she instantly relaxed and closed her eyes allowing him to stare as long as he wanted. Mark leaned over to the bedside table and fished a cube of ice out of his drink. He held it to her mouth and trailed it across her parted lips and slowly over her chin down her delicate throat across her chest. When he reached her soft nipple he traced around several times until it was as hard and cold as it could possibly be then moved the slowly melting ice to the other one and did it again. He could hear her breathing getting shallower; her handcuffed hands were grasped into two tiny fists. He slid the ever decreasing ice over her flat stomach over her short pubic hair and between her swollen lips and slowly inserted it into her vagina, she moaned out loud as he touched her there and her eyes opened wide as she realised where he had put the ice. ”Relax” soothed Mark, his voice barely audible. He took her dark nipple into his warm mouth the sensation of going from freezing cold to red hot was almost too much to bear, and just when she was starting to get used to the feeling of his tongue rolling around her sensitive areola he moved to the left side and started again. The sound from the traffic outside was gradually being drowned out by Kate’s heavy breathing, the moans that escaped from her lips were becoming longer and louder. Mark fluttered his tongue down the damp trail that the ice had left so lightly that Kate was unsure whether it was a breeze, until she felt the tickle on her clit getting firmer and more commanding. Mark’s hot breath only adding to the incredible pulsating feeling all over her body. Suddenly he stopped moving and with his thumb pressed her clit hard. Suddenly the world around her swirl into fuzziness. She held her breath for so long that all she feel could hear the blood rushing around her head and the deafening sound of her own heartbeat, as wave upon wave of absolute pleasure washed over her. Her head was still pounding when she opened her eyes a few minutes later. He smiled at her as he reached to unlock her wrists. The dull ache in her shoulders was soon forgotten when he kissed her again. This time he was passionate, he could wait no longer. His mouth hungrily ravaged hers, his lips were so forceful she could feel them bruising her. She undid his belt and ripped his button flies open in one vicious pull while he pealed his t shirt over his head. At long last they were naked. Looking at his large cock Kate worried if it would hurt her. “I haven’t slept with many men...” she started “sshhh” he put a finger to her lips. Lying on his back he pulled her to him until she sat astride his stomach. Kate was so impressed at the sight of his rippling muscles that she ran her hands all over his torso. “Kate. I want to be inside you.” His voice was hoarse Kneeling up she grabbed his solid dick with one hand and parted her slit with the other and eased it in the first few inches. She was so wet with her own juices and the melted ice that it hardly hurt at all. Sliding down further she was unprepared for the unusual feeling of his hot throbbing cock filling her cold pussy that she started to come again. The spasms of her tight muscles squeezing him were too much. He sat up threw her over onto her back and drove into her completely throwing his head back and howling like an animal. She screamed with a mixture of pleasure and pain as he pounded again and again deeper and deeper. Her fingers clawed at his back scratching his skin making him bleed, he didn’t notice. When he ejaculated his organ seemed to double in size stretching her to the limit, making her come again. She wrapped her legs around him her orgasm pulsating deep inside milking him for every last drop. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I couldn’t help myself.” He breathed into her hair as they lay panting. “I’m fine don’t worry, it was worth it.” As he held her tenderly in his arms Kate thought this is how it should be. He stroked her hair lightly until she fell asleep. She woke at dawn her head felt fuzzy she opened her eyes and smiled, it wasn’t a dream after all. Mark had put some paracetamol and a glass of water next to her before he had gone to sleep; she had a long drink then turned to look at him. He was laid on his back, his chest bare the sheet on the bed was draped deliciously over his groin. She couldn’t resist a peek, slowly sliding the cover back she smiled; his penis was like a mouse gently nestled in a furry nest. Her tongue moistened her lips as she leaned over; she placed her mouth on the soft smooth skin. She could taste herself from the earlier lovemaking it was nice to know he hadn’t washed it away. She drew him slowly into her mouth feeling how it doubled in size instantly. Mark suddenly let out a groan and shifted slightly draping his arm over his face. His cock swelled again becoming more firm and getting hotter, she sucked in her cheeks forcing him to the back of her mouth until it completely disappeared and her mouth touched the base. Watching Kate Without removing him she grabbed his muscular thigh and pulled it towards her, then manoeuvred herself over it until she was kneeling between his legs, slowly she released him from her mouth then sucked him in even further, he was rock hard now and she nearly gagged as he touched the back of her throat. Looking up she noticed he was watching her. “Good morning.” “Stop talking and carry on.” He laughed She lowered her head again this time using her hands to gently caress his balls, her fingers danced lightly in circles moving evermore southwards until they reached the tender strip of flesh that led to his anus, gently massaging with one hand and wanking his dick with the other she glanced up at him, his head was thrown back into the pillow his face looked contented. Still watching him she moved the fingers on her left hand until they brushed over his puckered anus, his back arched off the bed as if he had had an electric shock he grasped at the bed covers with his clenched fist and groaned. Kate licked her finger and placed it at his forbidden entrance, with her other hand she guided his cock towards her mouth then simultaneously pressed her finger into his tight hole and took his dick into her mouth. He came with such force that he ripped the sheet off the mattress, she could feel him contract around her finger in time with the pulsating in her mouth. CHAPTER 8 It was 2 months before he saw Kate again. She looked gorgeous in a black shift dress and matching jacket and high stilettos. As she walked into the church she glanced back but didn’t see him. Although she had a mournful expression on her face he spotted a twinkle in her eye. After the funeral they all gathered at Carlos’ house to pay their final respects. Kate Played the grieving widow part to perfection as she was upset about losing a friend, but inside she rejoiced she was finally free, and Carlos had left everything to her so she never had to worry about money again. She could do anything she wanted, but all she wanted was Mark. As the last guest left she sighed with relief, she went upstairs to run a bath. She took off her wedding and engagement ring for the last time and put them in her draw. She soaked in the bath for an hour thinking of Mark and wondering where he was, she had hoped he would come today. He must have heard about the death of Carlos, it had been in all the papers and on the news. Eventually she got out of the bath and wrapped herself in a fluffy pink towel. She walked out of the bathroom into the dark bedroom. “I thought you were never coming out of there!” “Mark. Is that you?” Kate ran to the bed and flung herself at him. “I just wanted to repay the favour from the last time we met” Mark laughed Flipping her onto her stomach and whipping off her towel. “Take it easy, we have all the time in the world” she replied but secretly she had been waiting for this for a long time. Watching Katy and Emma The two girls had invited their friend B over to their off-campus apartment that evening for drinks, and he showed up ten minutes late carrying a sixpack. Katy and Emma had been dating since their freshman year, and they had just met B the previous weekend at a party. They had struck up a conversation about sex, and as it turned out, B was into many of the same things as the girls were. Hence inviting him over for drinks. The girls planned to put on a little show tonight. B had told the girls that he'd always fantasized about watching a lesbian couple have sex. He wanted to see what it was actually like, outside of the preposterous lipstick-coated world of lesbian porn. So there he was, sixpack in hand, slight hardon from his imagination on the walk over, standing in the doorway to the apartment smiling at the two beautiful girls. Emma took the beer from him and Katy led him by the hand to a chair facing the couch. "Have a seat," she said. "We want to show you something." Emma sat down on the couch and gave Katy a smile. B took off his jacket and sat looking at the girls. He hadn't said more than hello since he arrived. Katy put her arm around Emma and began to kiss her slowly. B watched their young soft bodies as they kissed, and smiled at how unbelievably awesome this was. Katy was slightly taller than Emma, with dirty blonde hair, tan skin, perky b-cup breasts, a slight college-girl tummy, and a bouncy round ass. Emma was a brunette with fair skin, small breasts, a soft round stomach, and an ass just like Katy's. B was enormously attracted to them, and had a solid hardon already under his jeans. Katy winked at him as she stood Emma up and pulled her halter top over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, and B got to watch Emma's pointy dark nipples as she giggled at him. "He's so fucking horny," she said to Katy. "I like it. Now it's your turn baby." She pulled off Katy's shirt and unhooked her black bra. Katy's breasts bounced slightly as the tight bra sprung off. Katy's pink nipples pointed up slightly. The girls resumed kissing, caressing one another's breasts and backs. B was rock hard, and his cock ached to be let out of his jeans. The girls next stepped out of their jeans and panties and stood naked in front of B, smiling. "Strip," Katy said. "Yep, it's your turn," said Emma. B stood up and took off his shirt first, then his jeans and finally his boxers. His cock was standing straight out, very large, and very hard. "Nice," Emma said. "Nice dick." "Now sit down and start rubbing yourself," Katy said with mock command. B sat in the chair and looked at the naked girls, who were squeezing each other's asses. He started stroking his cock slowly with his fingers, starting at the tip and running down around his smooth shaved balls. He felt so alive and turned on rubbing his cock in front of these beautiful girls. Satisfied, the girls turned back to each other. He watched Katy's tongue intertwine with Emma's, and the way Emma pulled Katy toward her After a few minutes, Katy sat Emma down on the couch and began kissing her small pert breasts. Katy stood with her back to B and when she bent down to Emma's nipples, he could see her beautiful smooth pussy. As he rubbed his cock, he stared at her pink lips, imagining the feeling of them against his tongue and and the way they would part for his cock. Katy got down on her knees and started kissing Emma's pussy, flicking her tongue against her clit. Emma closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. B watched as Katy spread Emma's lips and ran her tongue up and down the length of her pussy, pausing each time to work on her clit. He was rubbing his cock hard now, with his legs spread, grunting softly. Emma opened her eyes and the two of them met glances — she moaning while her girlfriend ate her pussy and he grunting as he jacked off, watching. Emma stood up and told Katy to get on her hands and knees up on the couch. She obeyed and Emma began rubbing Katy's pussy slowly from behind. Katy smiled at B and watched him rub himself as Emma started to use her tongue."How do you like watching us?" Katy asked, looking at B. He nodded at her, groaning as he squeezed his balls. He felt so vulnerable in front of the girls, naked, masturbating, while they confidently pleasured each other. He liked that the two of them were not attracted to him, and that they were purely excited by being watched. Now Emma was rubbing Katy's clit while she licked and sucked her lips, moving up to circle her asshole from time to time, Katy moaning telling Emma how good it felt. It was the hottest thing B had ever seen. The girls got up and sat side by side on the couch kissing and playing with each other's breasts. Katy wrapped her leg around Emma and motioned for her to do the same, so that they were in a scissor position. The girls pressed their pussies together and began to gyrate slowly against each other. They had their eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to their observer. B watched Katy's breasts jiggle as she moved her hips. The girls were moaning in unison and B could see their pleasure mounting as they ground their smooth wet pussies together. He was rubbing his cock madly, moaning, watching their tits bounce, their tummies jiggle and their faces locked in determination. "I'm getting close," whispered Katy heavily. Emma said that she was too. B was on the verge of orgasm himself, but he kept it to himself, not wanting to interrupt the girls. "Oh fuck!" Emma moaned. "I'm gonna fucking cum." "Me too baby," said Katy. The two of them were grinding their soft young bodies deperately against each other, working to time their climaxes right. Katy looked at B and asked if he was going to cum as well. He nodded, rubbing his cock furiously. As the girls peaked together into their loud wet orgasms, B let the orgasm he'd been holding back sweep over his body. He squeezed his cock and watched the girls' tits as his cum shot out and landed on the coffee table. The girls were coming down now, breathing hard, kissing. They looked at B and the pools of cum on the coffee table and giggled. B sat back in the chair, sighing, feeling like he had fulfilled something deep inside.