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Kate's Surprising Afternoon Ch. 01

By: latias_ca



Kate stepped out onto the rear patio of the house, where Tom and his assistant Andy were having their lunch break. Her husband Peter had hired the two men to install new window coverings and blinds; the house was a big place with a lot of windows, and it was taking them quite a while. They'd been at it all week.

The men were a little older than Kate, who was 28, and they were both quite attractive. She'd noticed them checking out her legs and her rather well-filled blouse, but she was used to men doing that, and anyway, she'd had a few naughty thoughts about them herself. It was nothing she took seriously--although, if she were honest, she'd have to admit that she might have been quite interested if she weren't married to such attractive man as Peter. Andy especially might have been a candidate-- she knew from watching him work that he was physically very strong, and he had a take-command air of authority that she found just a little challenging.

"I'm going out for a while," she said. "I'll be back later. Are you working upstairs this afternoon?"

"Just starting, Katie," Tom said. "I think the end is in sight."

"Good," Kate said coolly. Katie, indeed! It wouldn't do to let them get too familiar-- it might give them ideas. And she had enough to handle in that department as it was. But she couldn't help noticing that Andy's gaze slid to her blouse as she turned away, and she wondered if she'd been encouraging them without realizing it... or if they'd somehow sensed that her husband had done her earlier this morning. She was still rather sticky and damp down there despite her shower... maybe she had a sexual fragrance, a freshly-fucked aura that the two men had somehow picked up?

She shrugged off the thought and went upstairs to her and Peter's bedroom. It was huge, with a king-sized bed, a sitting area, a wide-screen TV with an entertainment centre, and a lavishly equipped ensuite bath with adjoining dressing room. After stripping off, Kate slipped into the clothes she'd chosen for the afternoon, beginning with dark thigh-high stockings with lacy tops, and a charcoal-gray pleated skirt that ended about four inches above her knees. She considered going out with nothing on under her skirt, but then thought better of it and slipped into pale blue panties. Next she considered putting on a really skimpy bra, then decided on a compromise. She'd go out with panties on, but no bra.

Next came the new, hip-length violet blouse. It was rather thin and clingy for going braless, so she tweaked her nipples to make them stand up, and examined herself in the mirror. The blouse turned out to be sufficiently demure; if she moved so as to make it tighten over her breasts, her erect nipples--which stuck out a lot when fully hard-- showed quite clearly, but otherwise only gave tantalizing hints of what might be under the fabric. Satisfied, she slipped into her little black pumps, grabbed her purse, and headed for her destination.

By the time she'd parked and walked to the sidewalk café, the lunch hour crowd was ebbing and there were lots of tables. She chose one in a quiet corner and sat with her legs crossed, right thigh over left. Her skirt rode up a bit but she didn't pull it down, and when the waiter arrived she sensed him giving her stockings-clad legs an interested inspection. She ignored him and ordered coffee. When it came, she sipped at it idly. It was a lovely warm day in late spring, and the breeze rippled the fabric of her blouse against her nipples. She felt them beginning to stand up from the friction, and moved a little to make sure she didn't show too clearly.

As she did so, her skirt slid up a bit more, and from her experience with the garment, she knew she was showing a lot of what she had under it. Someone sitting opposite would be able to see the inside of her left thigh right up past the lacy tops of her stockings-- to be precise, they'd be treated to an intimate view of some smooth bare leg. The feeling of exposure gave Kate a pleasant tingle in her very most sensitive spot, and she discreetly swung her foot back and forth. The motion produced a gentle thigh-squeezing that aggravated the tingle, so she made herself stop.

A couple of minutes later, two men appeared and took the table in front of her, just a few feet away. Kate gave them a covert glance. They were broad-shouldered, strong-looking males, one blond, one dark-haired, and both very good-looking. Kate again felt that sweet tingle between her legs, and shifted a bit in her chair. The movement attracted the attention of the blond man, and she saw his gaze rest on her knees. She didn't quite make eye contact, but she knew exactly how much of herself she'd put on display, and she knew he was looking up her skirt. He would have a very good view of her naked inner thigh, and he'd also see that she was wearing stockings, not pantyhose. That would probably get to him, she thought.

It did, for he clearly liked what he saw. He glanced at her wedding ring, which she'd made sure was in plain sight, but he didn't seem put off by the fact that she was somebody's wife. Her nipples, which had softened, started to harden up again in a hurry, and the tingle between her thighs turned into a sweet, throbbing ache. She almost began to swing her leg again, but stopped herself just in time.

Now the dark-haired man was also inspecting her legs. Kate didn't quite look him, either, but she was acutely aware of their interest and knew exactly what they wanted to do to her: they wanted to strip her naked and then fuck her. The thought left her short of breath. Her nipples stood up even more and, as often happened to her in these circumstances, she felt herself getting distinctly wet.

The waiter came for the men's order. It distracted them for a moment and Kate took the opportunity to slide her skirt a bit farther up the top of her right leg. The pleats were now a long way above her knees, almost revealing the lacy top of her stockings. She was also acutely aware, from the feel of the breeze on her naked inner thigh, that she was on the edge of exposing her panty-clad puss. She felt a very strong urge to go ahead and do exactly that, but she didn't quite dare go any farther in public.

The waiter left and the men began talking, but they were much more interested in Kate than in their conversation--she could tell by the way they kept taking sidelong glances at her legs and up her skirt. She was so wet that she could feel her lubrication seeping into her panties, and her nipples were fully erect and hard as pebbles. And, although she was being careful not to show what had happened to her, her blouse kept brushing against her nipples, and every time it did, Kate got a tingle that slid right down into that slippery cleft between her legs, and made her throb and ache.

It was even worse when one of the men--or both of them--was looking up her skirt. Whenever that happened, she got that familiar, intense feeling that she needed to be filled, and she had to fight very hard against several very strong urges-- to swing her foot back and forth to stimulate her clit even more, or to lean back in her chair and let the men have a good look at her erect nipples. Or even uncross her legs and sit with them parted a little, to allow them a fine view of her panty-clad puss. The trouble with that, Kate was acutely aware, was that she was now lubricating very lavishly indeed. She also seemed to have retained a lot of Peter's cum, and the combination was making her decidedly sloppy. If she gave them a good look at her thong, they'd almost certainly see a wet spot. And if she revealed how slippery she was, anything might happen... and at the thought of what that anything might be, Kate felt such a surge of sexual need that she could hardly breathe.

In fact, she was now so excited that she could barely sit still. As a compromise, she demurely pulled her skirt down a couple of inches and started to cross her legs the other way. Instantly, the men were looking at her there. The naked lust in their eyes took Kate's breath away, and she followed though on the movement much more slowly than she should have, her left knee raised to expose her thighs above her stockings, knowing as she did so that she was leaving very little to their imaginations.

Kate settled into her new position, trying very hard not to move her hips provocatively, although the hot throbbing inside her was demanding that she do exactly that. Her skirt slipped up again but she didn't bother pulling it down. She knew from the feelings down there that she'd gotten her panties wet, and she was pretty sure the men had seen it. She hoped they had, because now, in spite of herself, she wanted them to know she was excited. Part of her wanted them to realize that she'd been fucked not so very long ago, and that she was completely ready to be fucked again. Maybe they'd somehow sense how badly she needed to be with a man. At the thought, Kate's hands trembled so much that she could barely pick up her coffee.

The waiter arrived with the men's order, something with a lot of whipped cream. As he put the cups down, Kate crossed her arms on the table in front of her, then discreetly pressed her breasts into her hands. At least this kept her nipples hidden. But the pressure felt wonderful and she involuntarily squirmed in her chair. The dark-haired man noticed and started looking at her hips. So did his companion. They were, she knew, watching to see if she'd wriggle around any more.

As if by themselves, Kate's concealed thumbs crept upward across the soft mounds of her breasts. She found her nipples, hard and erect under the thin blouse, then watched the men from the corner of her eye. When she was sure they were looking up her skirt, she secretively took each nipple between a thumb and forefinger and rolled it around. Her nips were fantastically sensitive now, and squeezing them while she was being inspected by two men felt amazing. She could hardly keep herself from moving her hips to and fro, in what would have been a very provocative way.

And something else had happened, too. She'd been watching the men for signs of arousal, and now she knew she'd definitely had an effect them. Both had prominent bulges in their pants, and the dark-haired one was sticking right up--she'd gotten his penis fully erect. Kate shivered, imagining that stiff cock sliding into where she was so wet and open. It made her pussy muscles contract in waves, as if she were being sexually penetrated... and she somehow just couldn't stop herself from doing what she did next.

Being careful not to look at the men, she let her crossed arms fall into her lap. Then she leaned well back in her chair so her breasts were sticking out and her blouse was pulled tight across her. And when she looked down at herself, there they were, her erect nipples showing through the fabric like plump pencil erasers.

The men looked at her and Kate let them inspect her. Then, very slowly, she uncrossed her legs. But this time she didn't cross them the other way. Instead, she put her little black pumps on the table base and allowed her knees to drift apart. She didn't spread her legs very far, only a few inches, but her hem was well up and she knew they could see everything she had under her skirt-- her stockings, her naked thighs, her damp panties, everything.... and she waited to see what would happen next....