6 comments/ 35442 views/ 0 favorites Recognition By: bprivate I spend a lot of time cruising the Internet looking at porn. I don't care about kinky stuff, and I am bored by professional porn workers. What I like is true amateur porn; people who put their photos and movies on the web because they enjoy sex and find it exciting to show that pleasure to others. There are many, many sites that pretend to show amateurs, and most of them are fakes. But there are a few out there if you keep looking. I am married, and my wife is a fine woman, but she hasn't shared my interest in sex for many years. She is willing to accommodate me when I ask, but she is just going through the motions. I usually prefer to masturbate because it is easier and about as exciting. I guess that is why I enjoy real amateurs so much. They remind me that lots of women do like sex and aren't afraid to say so. And while I have no wish to leave my wife, I do often wish that we had more in common sexually. So I cruise, and I look. On some sites women send in a series of photos. These are usually some kind of strip show, and there is a lot of difference in style. Some women prefer to tease, maybe finally showing their breasts but not going beyond that. Others go right to the basics, showing everything they have and then some (I have seen poses that would make a gymnast groan). Most of the women seem pleased to be showing off, but some look very serious, even grim. I don't care much for the second type; as I said, I am looking for people who like sex. I don't care a bit if a women doesn't look like a super model. If she enjoys sharing herself with me I love to see her. And I like to see faces. I can't begin to believe that a woman enjoys showing herself if she hides her face. One evening recently I was on a site which uses the series format. I started through the latest sets of pics, and as usual it was a mixed bag. The third or fourth group of photos started with a pic of a woman reclining on a bed, wearing a set of pajamas, with one hand poised at the top button of the pajama shirt as though she was just about to unbutton it. She was smiling, almost grinning, at the camera, and my first reaction was a smile of my own; she looked so happy and so sexy at the same time. I admired her unstudied pose; she wasn't trying to look like a porn star, she was simply a woman on a bed with sex on her mind. I had been immediately drawn to her hand on the button; it was really quite erotic. But then I looked more carefully at her. She was a brunette, which I like, with shoulder length hair. She was not slender; "pleasingly plump" described her well. Rubens, the artist who painted so many full figured women, would have enjoyed her. I looked again at her happy smile, and as I studied her I began to realize that she looked familiar. You know how you can see someone outside of their usual place, and think that you know them without being able to say for sure? It was like that. I clicked to the next picture. In this one, she had unbuttoned the first two buttons of the pajama top and had her hand on the third. The opening top showed the swell of her breasts, and just the hint of one nipple. She had shifted position, and I could see her face from a slightly different angle. And suddenly I saw a second vision of her, not on the screen but with my mind's eye. This image was of a woman in a cubicle, leaning back slightly in her chair and turned so that she could speak to me. I knew this woman! My first reaction was disbelief. After all, you don't expect to see somebody you know on a porn site. I told myself that it was just a chance resemblance. But the more I looked the more certain I became. This was really Katherine, known informally as Kat, and she worked at my office in the cubical across the aisle from mine. I had known her for at least two years. It would have been an exaggeration to call us good friends, but we were certainly friendly. I sat back in my chair, stunned. I looked again at her impish smile, and realized that I had seen almost that same grin on Kat's face when she told a joke or a funny story from the weekend. I looked at her eyes, the same dark brown, filled with laughter and just a hint of lust. And I found myself on the horns of a dilemma. On the one hand, Kat's pose was so inviting, so artlessly erotic, that I wanted to move on to the next picture, and the next, and all the ones after that. On the other hand, I felt a little like a Peeping Tom, lurking outside a bedroom window in the dark. This was Kat, my co-worker. I had chatted with her in the break room, swapped stories about kids, lent her a pen when hers went dry in the middle of an important phone call. Did I have any right to see this more personal side of her? Fortunately, it didn't take long to resolve the moral question. After all, Kat had willingly put these pictures where others could see them. She had chosen to share her liking for sex with others, and I was grateful to benefit from her generosity. In the third picture, her top was completely unbuttoned and one side had fallen open, revealing a well-shaped breast and a nipple that was just beginning to stand. The hand which had been undoing the buttons now rested lightly on her thigh, her index finger just touching the faint hit of dark triangle which could be seen at the juncture of her legs through the light pajama bottoms. The forth picture showed Kat still reclining against the pillows, her pajama top tossed aside on the bed. One hand lightly cupped a breast, the thumb caressing a nipple which was now frankly aroused. The fingers of her other hand were slipped just inside the waist band of her pajama bottoms. There was just the slightest dip in that waist band, just a hint that the pants were being pushed down. Before I clicked to the fifth picture I had to do a little rearranging of my own clothing. A certain small bulge had become significantly larger, and it had become necessary to undo my belt, open my zipper, and ease my hardening penis out of my shorts. I was then able to resume my exploration, one hand maneuvering the mouse while the other gently stroked from scrotum to head and back again. In picture five Kat was using both hands to slip the pajama bottom down her legs. Her arms and legs acted as pretty effective fig leaves, but there was no missing the dark line which promised her pubic hair. Picture six, and my breathing had gotten a bit ragged. My erection was now so firm that it was almost painful, and I had to be careful with my stroking to keep some semblance of control over my climax. The pajama bottoms were crumpled at the foot of the bed, and Kat was now naked. Her eyes were now smoldering, and her body had taken on a certain tenseness. Her nipples stood at attention, and her slightly parted legs showed a hint of moisture in the cleft of her trimmed bush. Picture seven made me groan in pleasure. Kat's legs were now farther apart, and she was using one finger to trace the trail between her clitoris and her vagina while the thumb and forefinger of the other hand kneaded a nipple. The tip of the finger between her legs was just inside her labia, and the sheen of moisture there was easy to see. I clicked to picture eight at the same time that my own stroking increased its speed. The picture opened, and I saw Kat, still smiling at me. Her back was arched, lifting her buttocks off of the bed. Her legs were now so well spread that I could easily see the pink opening inside her hair and the luscious juices coating the two fingers deep in her vagina. I couldn't wait any longer. My eyes skipped back and forth between Kat's sassy grin and her open thighs as I increased my strokes, and in moments a pulsing jet of semen shot from my engorged penis. I shuddered at the intensity of the release, gasping as those small muscles between my scrotum and anus twitched in rhythm with my ejaculation. When I could see clearly again, I looked back at my computer screen. There was Kat, still smiling at me, still pleasing herself with happy abandon. And there, between her parted legs, was a small drop of my semen covering the fingers deep inside her. While I cleaned up, I pondered what, if anything, I would say to Kat in the morning. It would be hard to tell her that I had seen her on a porn site, but it seemed downright ungrateful not to let her know how much pleasure she had given me. I went to sleep still wondering what to say. In the morning I woke with my answer. I went to work where I would see Kat. Recognition Ch. 02 Chapter 2 - The Next Day When I got into work that morning I was very excited and more than a little nervous. I would be seeing Kat, my co-worker and also the woman whose pictures I had so enjoyed viewing the previous night. Kat had posted her pictures on an amateur sex web site, and I had gone through her pics one by one as she slowly and invitingly removed her pajamas, then pleasured herself with her fingers. Kat had no idea that I had seen her photos, and while I really wanted to tell her how much they had excited me I was not quite sure how to do so. Kat arrived in her cubicle opposite mine shortly after 8:30. After hanging up her coat and putting her handbag into a drawer, she gave me a pleasant smile and said "Good morning." "Good morning," I replied, but there I stuck. What to say next? I began to fear that I would stay tongue tied and be unable to tell her how hot she had made me, how incredibly strong my ejaculation had been when I masturbated while looking at her pictures the night before. If Kat had simply turned back to her desk and gone to work, that might have been the end. Luckily for me, however, she didn't. "I'm going for a cup of coffee", she said. "Can I bring you anything?". I realized that if I didn't speak now that I probably never would. I answered "I'll walk along with you." We strolled toward our break room. I was wracking my brain for some way to start the conversation when Kat gave me the very opening I needed. "Do anything special last night?" she asked. After all, I reminded myself, Kat had chosen to put her pictures on the web for other people to see and enjoy. I took the plunge. "Well, yes, I did," I answered. "I was cruising the web and ran across a set of pictures that I really enjoyed." I looked at her, barely breathing, to see how she would respond. If she chose not to follow up, I would drop the whole thing. Instead, Kat glanced at me with a new look in her eyes. Not seductive, not even suggestive; maybe speculative best describes it. "Oh, yes?" she answered. "What kind of pictures?" "Pictures of a woman," I said. "A very attractive woman who enjoys her body and is willing to share her beauty with others." Kat's eyes widened slightly, and her hint of a smile broadened just a bit. "I see," she said. A moment passed and we walked in silence. Then she added "I gather that these pictures were of a rather personal nature. Some people think that there must be something wrong with a person who would put pictures like that out where anybody could see them." "Some people are wrong," I responded. "Some people are afraid to admit that certain things exist." Kat's smile was now almost a grin. "Certain things like sex?" she asked. I was finally able to look her in the eye and try my own smile. "That's right, sex. And some other people really appreciate a person who enjoys sex and isn't afraid to say so." We reached the break room, got our coffee, and started back to our cubicles. During the return walk Kat was quiet and thoughtful. When we were back in our work area, Kat turned into her cube, then stopped and turned back to me. "So you liked the pictures. I bet the person who put them out would like to know just how you enjoyed them. Did they make you smile? Laugh?" She waited, her head slightly tilted, her eyes frank. It was time to quit being coy. I took a quick look around to make sure that nobody was near enough to hear. Our cubicles were at the end of a row and we were as private as you can be in an office. "They made me cum." I told her. Kat's lips parted slightly, and she took a small, quick breath. "Good!" she said. She looked at me for a long moment, then turned back to her cubicle. I went into my cube and sat down. Only then did I realize how nervous I had been; my legs were a bit shaky. For the rest of the morning Kat and I worked as usual. Or at least she appeared to be doing so. As for myself, I couldn't concentrate on anything for more than a few seconds. All I could think was "What happens next?". I tried to work out what I should do. Invite Kat to lunch? I didn't want to look like a stalker, or make her think I was trying to blackmail her into having sex with me. I tried to avoid staring at Kat, but couldn't resist a quick peek every now and then. The sight of her brought back memories of her pictures: her shapely breasts, her neatly trimmed bush, the hint of moisture on her fingers as she slipped them into her vagina. Before long, of course, I had an erection. Without really meaning to, I began to stroke my penis through the fabric of my slacks. Just then, Kat glanced over her shoulder at me. Again her eyes widened, and then she smiled. Not a smile that says "Caught you!" but a real one; one that says "I like what I see." She nodded slowly, and slowly swiveled her chair so that it faced mine. Her eyes locked on mine, she slid her hand slowly down the front of her blouse until she reached the top of her slacks. Then, never looking away, she slid her hand under the waistband and down to the spot I had stared at so hungrily the night before. Leaning back slightly in her chair, she began to gently rub her vulva. I was so incredibly turned on that I wondered why my engorged penis hadn't split my pants. I stroked the length of it through the fabric, relishing the friction caused by the cloth. Kat was still rubbing herself, and seemed to be breathing a bit more quickly. Using her unoccupied left hand she quickly opened the top two buttons of her blouse. She slid the hand inside and began to stroke her right breast through the material of her bra. I imagined the feel of her through the bra, the gentle sliding of cloth over skin, the small swelling as her nipple hardened. I imagined the feel of her through her panties, the faint unevenness of her pubic hair, the delicate plumpness of her mound, the tiniest suggestion of moisture beginning to seep through from her delicious cleft. By now we were both almost panting. The fact that we might be found masturbating together only added to the excitement. I was almost groaning with the intensity of my lust, and my throbbing penis seemed both longer and harder that I had ever known it to be. The moment came. I felt the beginning of my orgasm deep in my body, that shuddering twitch as the testicles begin to pump their semen. And then, that glorious moment of release as my cum gushed from me in a series of warm jets into my shorts. Across the aisle, Kat was almost lying in her chair, her hand now thrusting hard between her legs. And just as my orgasm finished hers began. Her legs stiffened, her back arched, and an almost-silent gasp forced its way through her lips. She stayed in that position for several moments, and I thought I could see her stomach muscles quivering through her blouse where it was stretched tightly as her orgasm rushed through her. Long seconds passed as we slowly regained our composure and adjusted our clothes. Kat was the first to speak. "That was good," she said". Her voice was a little shaky. "Very good." "Yes, it was," I replied. "I especially liked remembering your pictures while watching you." At that she smiled again. "Yes, you did have an advantage. All I could do was imagine what you would look like." "I'd like to show you," I said. It was probably the most daring thing I had said yet. Our eyes locked. And Kat said "That's what I want, too. I want to see you."