4 comments/ 23112 views/ 5 favorites Lust Conquers Love By: Tombone Kathy was content. She was engaged to the perfect guy, she had the perfect job on the horizon, and she lived in the most perfect part of the world. She was happy, healthy, and looking forward to the years ahead of her. Kathy lived in Hawaii, had been born there as a matter of fact. Her parents were well off, her dad worked for the FAA as a supervisor at the Honolulu Center, the agency that directs all the air traffic into and out of Hawaii. His annual salary exceeded 150K per year; not counting the 25% locality pay the government paid him. They had bought a house in 1986, paid it off, and it was now worth well over 2 million dollars. They lived in a very nice home, near the top of one of the mountains overlooking Honolulu. It was just over 2500 square feet, with a small pool on the side of the house, with wrap-around decks on two sides and the back of the house. They could see all the way from Diamond Head to Ewa beach, a panoramic view they enjoyed everyday. Tourists would drive near their house and take pictures, which they would save and look at later on, but Jill and her family got to enjoy the view every day they were at home. Kathy had attended school in Hawaii, starting in kindergarten, and going all the way through high school, and was about to finish her degree at the University of Hawaii. She had picked Business as her major, her dad had helped with the choice, but she also had a minor in Psychology that she really enjoyed. Her thinking was that the psychological side of it would help with the business part. The more you know what a potential competitor might be thinking and all that. Anyway, she was set to graduate in about three months, and was looking forward to it, because it meant that she could then marry Jack, move in with him, and start their lives together. Not that she didn't love living at home, the nice house with the view, steak every Friday, vacations every summer to places all over the world, the trust fund that would soon be hers, just the security of living with mom and dad in general. But, she was 22 years old now, in love with Jack, and it was time to move on to the next phase in her life. The next phase involved moving to the Big Island of Hawaii, where Jack was in the process of renovating a coffee factory to process organically grown coffee. Jack had purchased a small, old, coffee plantation two years ago, and had been commuting back and forth to the Big Island at least once a week. The plantation came with a processing facility, but it was run down from years of neglect, the previous owner wasn't concerned about the quality of the coffee, he just wanted the bucks, and had let the factory go down hill. Nearly every major piece of equipment had to either be replaced or repaired, including the roof of the building itself. Not able to truck in equipment, the shipping process was cumbersome, and time consuming. Renovations were nearing completion, and the carrot at the end of the stick was a lucrative business in which demand didn't seem to be affected by the economy. Demand for the Island's coffees was never higher, and there was a pile of money to be made if the quality was there. Jack had ensured his end product would be the finest on the market, and would in turn demand a premium price, which would allow him and Kathy a carefree lifestyle once things got rolling. Jack would run the physical plant, and Kathy would take care of the business side of things. Kathy and Jack had met in high school. Jack was two years older than Kathy. They had attended a private college prep school, which was light years ahead of the public schools in Honolulu. Jack graduated and then stayed in Hawaii and had majored in mechanical engineering at the University, and was putting his degree to good use at the facility in Kona. Jack and Kathy's first dates were comical. Shy, and slight of build, Jack had had trouble even getting up the nerve to ask Kathy out. When he finally did, he was so nervous on the first date he was physically shaking after he picked her up. Kathy picked up on this, and tried her best to soothe his nerves. She liked him right away, even with his glasses; Jack had a face she thought she could look at for the rest of her life. They went to a concert on that first date; Chuck Berry and Bo Diddley were in town for a once in a lifetime show. They had fun, but Kathy noticed that Jack couldn't clap to the beat of the music, and during intermission, had spilled a coke on his pants, embarrassing himself to no end. The drink had spilled on his lap, and it looked like he had peed in his pants! Dropping Kathy off at her parents house afterward, Jack had just opened her door, said good night, and let her go without even trying for a goodnight kiss or even hinting at a next date. It was a week later before he even called her. Their next date went a little smoother. Jack wasn't quite as nervous, and had even bought Kathy a small bouquet of flowers. He called her "princess" for the way she had treated him. She was always kind, and encouraging, which made Jack start to feel confident. They went to a drive-in movie, and sat in the car holding hands, eating popcorn, and talking. Jack hadn't even considered kissing Kathy, when she casually leaned over and planted a quick smack on Jack's lips. Jack jumped back in surprise, but then relaxed and the kissing continued, until it was time to go. Jack started to move the car, but had forgot to remove the speaker, which nearly broke the window, as he clumsily reached across and removed the speaker from the window. Kathy just laughed, which started Jack laughing, and then he couldn't drive until he settled down. That night dropping Kathy off, there was a long, tender kiss, which stirred something deep within them both. They continued dating through high school and into college. They had tried sex a couple of times, but Kathy had to show Jack what to do. He was a virgin at that point. Kathy had a few boyfriends before she met Jack, mostly jock types who wanted sex and not a relationship. Kathy was looking toward the future, and being a sex toy for a few of the football players was not her idea of a long-term plan. What she saw in Jack was security. He had the brains for what he was doing with the coffee company, and as far as the sex went, she had decided he would be fine. Once they got married, she could show him all the tricks she had discovered along the way. Early in Kathy's junior year in college, they decided to get married soon after she graduated. That date was now about three months away, and they were both looking forward to it. The wedding was all planned, a simple Hawaiian ceremony with just close family and friends. The closer they got to the date though; it seemed the demands of the coffee company increased. Jack was spending more and more time on the big island, and less time with his beloved Kathy. Kathy was missing him. They talked on the phone almost every night when Jack was away, and spent as much time together as they could when Jack was on Oahu. It just didn't satisfy Kathy though. She wanted, no, needed something more. She was trying to be patient, but it seemed the summer and the wedding would never get here! Then something happened that would change her life forever. Kathy had just dropped her folks off at the Honolulu International Airport. Her dad had a week long training session in Oklahoma City, and her mom had decided to go along with him to keep him company, and see some relatives she had in a nearby town. Kathy had a week to herself. It was also spring break, so she didn't have any school. For all intent and purposes, she was already through with school; all her major tests and papers were out of the way. All she really had left to do was graduate. Unfortunately, Jack couldn't be there that week; the coffee roaster had arrived a few days ago, and would take all his spare time to ensure it was installed and operating properly. Also the renovation of the house where Jack and Kathy would be living was in full swing, and right now was unlivable, so Kathy couldn't go there. Kathy had decided to work on her tan at the family pool, and just relax before the wedding. She wanted to look like she had been tan all her life on her wedding night, and not like some sunburned tourist. Her friends had planned a party that Friday, one of three before the wedding, and she wanted to look healthy and brown for that too. She got back home right about noon. It was Saturday. She decided to make something to eat first. She made half a sandwich of avocado, sprouts, tomato and lettuce on whole wheat bread, with a little mayonnaise. She ate, changed into her string bikini, grabbed a glass of iced tea, and headed for the pool. She decided to leave her phone in the house. It was a beautiful sunny Hawaiian afternoon. Temperature was in the low 80's, with a gentle breeze out of the northeast, and puffy white clouds lazily drifting along in the trade winds. Kathy arranged her lounge chair to face the sun, and adjusted the backrest. It was one of those lounge chairs that had an adjustable back. She decided to tan her front first, and began to rub tanning oil over her legs, arms and torso. She admired her body as she did so. She had well shaped calves, trim, and well-toned thighs, a trim waist, ample breasts, or so she thought. They were size 34 with a c cup that she filled out. Her arms were toned also, with small petite hands. She stood 5'6' tall, probably taller than average. Actually, she was an inch taller than Jack, so she always wore flat shoes or sandals when they dated, trying to make him look taller. Her hair was a golden brown, shoulder length, not quite blond, but the Hawaiian sun kept it on the light side. She had big brown eyes, nice white teeth, not perfect movie star teeth, but they were straight and gleamed when she smiled. Her face was pretty, again not movie star quality, but pretty enough to catch the eye of plenty of guys when she went out in public. She had had no trouble getting dates with the football players when she was in high school when she wanted to. What a fun time that had been she reminisced. She had enjoyed the sex when she was younger. Maybe that's what was missing now. With Jack being away so much lately, they barely had time to get caught up with each other, let alone have sex. She finished applying the oil to her body, and laid back. The warm sun felt good on her skin. She relaxed for about 10 minutes, and then thought, why not get a little sun on my breasts? It was private. She felt a little giddy about doing it, but her parents weren't there, and there were no nosy neighbors around, so she sat up, untied the string behind her neck, reached behind her, untied the back, and took her top off. Then she took more oil and began to rub her breasts with the coconut smelling lotion. She rubbed them slowly up and down, and then around and around. She noticed her nipples beginning to harden as she worked the oil into her skin. She pinched her nipples with her thumbs and forefingers and gently pulled them out. She closed her eyes, basking in the pleasure. She rolled them between her fingers, feeling them harden. Her breathing quickened she noticed. She realized she was horny. Here she was, in the prime of her sex life, and no one to please her. What a waste she thought. She couldn't wait to be with Jack, so she could scratch this itch she was having! Just then she heard the gate slam shut. The sound frightened her. She opened her eyes and saw a man staring at her grinning. He had a five-gallon bucket in one hand. "What are you doing?" she yelled, as she covered herself with her hands. "Who are you? Get out of here!" Her heart was pounding with fear. "Sorry lady," the stranger said calmly. "I came to clean da pool. My cousin Marvin call me, says he was sick, so he asked me to help out," he said with a pigeon English accent. Kathy knew who Marvin was, the pool man. She forgot, it was Saturday, the day the pool man comes. She started to relax. At least the guy wasn't going to rape her. If he wanted to though, looking at him, there probable wasn't much she could do about it. He was a big guy. The phone was up in the house. That didn't excuse him not knocking, or staring at her half naked body. "Couldn't you have knocked?" she asked the stranger, her voice dripping with disgust. "Turn around," she commanded him, "So I can get my top back on. What's your name anyway?" "Henry," came the reply as he turned his back to Kathy. "Henry Rosa." 'Nice body' he thought. 'Great set.' "Hey, I'm really sorry lady," Henry explained. "Marvin said usually nobody's home, so I thought no one would be here. I didn't see any cars out front." He didn't want his cousin to lose the pool account, so he tried to be nice. "I guess its ok, its not like the first time someone has seen me half naked," Kathy replied. "Don't let it happen again please? Ok, you can turn around now," she said as she finished tying her top back on. Her topless tanning would have to be continued another time. Henry turned around, still smiling. Smiling just came natural to him. He looked at the pool, and told Kathy it shouldn't take long to get the pool clean. There were a few leaves in the bottom, but the water was clear. He grabbed a skimming pole that was near the house and began to skim the surface of the water. Kathy put her sunglasses on, and lay back in her lounger. She didn't want Harold to know she was watching him as he worked. She pretended to be oblivious to his presence. Henry was of Polynesian descent. Tall, about 6'3" she guessed, black wavy hair, fairly short, but long enough to tell it was naturally wavy. He was built too. Big arms, with tattoos on his biceps, some kind of New Zealand design she guessed. Thick, muscular legs, skin the color of bronze, not blackish, just a deep tan color all over. Henry slowly, but thoroughly worked his way around the pool, getting closer to Kathy as he did so. When he was right in front of her, he asked if she minded if he took his shirt off, as it was getting warm. Kathy did not object. She watched him as he peeled his t-shirt off his body, and nearly gasped as the rippling muscles on his back came into view. She realized his stature, and the fact that had he wanted to rape her, she would have been helpless. He turned around and tossed his shirt on the chair next to where Kathy was laying, and as he did so, Kathy could see his pectoral muscles flex, and relax. He was very powerful looking. She also noticed his complexion was clear, just one or two little scars on his face, and when he smiled; you could see tiny dimples at the corners of his mouth. His pearly white teeth gleamed in the sunlight. She also noticed big scars around his knees, like football players have, and several on his back. He had had a rough life it looked like. Kathy continued to watch him as he worked. Something about him stirred her to her core. She noticed her heart was pounding again, but it was not from fear. Why was this guy having this effect on her? She continued watching from behind her sunglasses. Henry switched from the skimmer pole to the vacuum attachment on the end of another long pole. He brought the hose over from the pump area, attached it to the long pole, and pushed it into the water, filling the hose as he went. He then knelt beside the pool, and proceeded to push the rest of the hose into the water, again filling it as he went. When the hose was full of water, he took it to the skimmer box, and attached it to the lid within. He now had suction on the end of the hose that was in the water, and proceeded to vacuum up the debris on the bottom of the pool. This man fascinated Kathy. He worked quickly and efficiently, with very little wasted movement. He was wearing long white board shorts with red tribal flame designs on the sides. They hung low on his hips, very low. She noticed just the slightest bit of less brown skin, just above the waist of his shorts. She could also see his pubic hair, which started just below his round belly button, extending down, the tuft of hair becoming wider and thicker the lower it went. She could only imagine what was at the base! Henry was moving the vacuum pole in the water, his giant hands easily pushing it across the bottom of the pool, and then retrieving it, his hands working as one with the tool, grasping the pole, sometimes hand over hand as he worked. When he did this, for some reason, Kathy began to imagine him grasping his penis, and placing his hands over the length of it. Why was she doing this? She didn't know why she was having these thoughts! Then she imagined her pretty petite little hands on his penis. "STOP," she screamed in her head. She was lusting after this gorgeous excuse of a man. She could not keep her hidden eyes off of him. Just then, the hose became detached from the end of the pole that was in the water. Quickly, Henry dove in and reattached the hose. He swam like a fish. He pulled himself up and out of the pool effortlessly, his biceps rippling as he did so. He then stood between the sun and Kathy on the other side of the pool, his white, now wet board shorts transparent to her view. He grabbed the end of the pole and continued working. Kathy removed her glasses, using the commotion as an excuse. What she could now see took her breath away. Henry's wet board shorts, heavy with water, were now hanging even lower on his hips, the band of less tan skin more noticeable. His visible pubic hair had grown in width and length. She could now see a little valley between his upper thighs and his abdominal muscles. The top of his shorts could only have been an inch from his shaft. But what took Kathy's breath away was what she saw hanging down his thigh. The material of his shorts was clinging tightly to a long, thick cock that was hanging loosely between his legs. From her estimate, it was at least seven inches long, and it wasn't even slightly aroused. She had seen Jack's cock fully erect, and it wasn't that big. She could tell it was much thicker around than Jack's too. Again, she stared in amazement. Harold noticed her gawking and continued confidently smiling and working. Kathy was now wet between her legs. It wasn't every day a gorgeous hunk like this came over, and practically got naked in front of her. There was something about this man! Henry finished cleaning the pool, emptied the skimmer baskets, backwashed the filter, and then came back close to Kathy to check the chemical levels. His shorts were drying, and his penis was not as visible, but Kathy could still make out the bulge beneath the material. Harold added some chlorine from the five-gallon bucket he had brought with him to one of the skimmer baskets, and told Kathy to stay out of the pool for about 20 minutes so it could mix enough not to cause any harm if she decided to go for a swim. Henry then put his shirt back on and came over to say goodbye. He apologized for staring at her earlier. Kathy sat up in the lounge chair and accepted his apology, and admitted they were probably even as she had obviously been staring at Henry in his wet shorts. She then began to apply the tanning lotion to the back of her legs. She was due to turn over onto her belly. Henry pulled a business card out of the pocket of his t-shirt, and handed it to Kathy. It was to a bar she recognized near downtown. "Here," he said, handing her the card. "Drinks on the house! No hard feelings eh?" Henry liked what he saw, and wanted to see more. "I know this place," Kathy said, examining the card. "How can you get me drinks on the house?" "I own the joint," Henry proudly exclaimed! " The bar side anyway. I don't mess with the restaurant, too much work. You don't think I do this for a livin' do you?" he said, pointing to the pool. Lust Conquers Love "This is a nice place! We go there on special occasions sometimes," she replied. "How did you come about owning Trader Vic's?" she asked. "Well, my uncle died and left it to my fatha, but he didn' wanna mess with it, so I took it over. I watch the business end of it, and bartend sometimes when the regular guy is off. I'm working tonight. As a matter of fact, I bettah get going! Try come on down if you want." "I might just do that," Kathy heard herself say. 'What?'... She screamed again in her head! ...'What are you doing? Shut up! You're engaged!' "Hey, what was your name?" Henry asked. "Kathy," she replied sweetly, unconsciously extending her hand to him. "Nice to meet you!" Henry said as he took her petite hand in his huge one and brought it up to his lips. He kissed her tenderly, squeezed firmly, and released his grip. Kathy melted. She could feel the strength of this man; it was like nothing she had experienced in her life so far. She had security in Jack, a safe, sure life. But this was something new, something different somehow. Those scars, there must be a story there. She was intrigued, and wanted to find out more about this guy. "Hope to see you," he said as he turned and walked towards the gate. "Ummm, could you give me a hand?' Kathy asked, holding up the lotion bottle. "Could you help put some lotion on my back? I need to turn over." She wanted to spend a little more time with this Adonis. "Ok, sure" he replied. "I guess I can be a little late to work, what dey going to do, fire me?" he said as he walked back to Kathy, and took the lotion bottle from her hand. "Thanks," Kathy said sincerely. "I can never get it even on my back." She laid the backrest of the chair flat, and turned over onto her tummy. Henry couldn't believe his luck. 'This broad has one fine body' he thought as he knelt beside her. He filled a gigantic palm full of the coconut scented oil, rubbed his massive hands together, and began to massage it into her upper back. Kathy reached up behind her, and untied the lower string of her bikini top. Then she untied the upper one, giving Henry unrestricted access to her flesh. His hands felt rough to her soft skin as he rubbed the warm oil over her shoulder blades, and upper back. He refilled his hands, and began to rub lotion onto the small of her back in small circular motions. This was one of Kathy's hot spots, and she moaned softly, as he worked the oil into her lower back and sides. Henry was tempted to grab her round ass that was just inches from his hands. The oil glistened in the sun on the back of her upper thighs, Henry couldn't help but notice what shapely legs she had. It was hard for him not to touch her there. He then revisited the upper back area, not wanting to stop. He noticed every time he touched the small of her back, she moaned softly, and arched her back just a little bit. So he kept coming back to that place, he knew she was enjoying it, and didn't want him to stop. This went on for several minutes, both of them getting more and more excited, when Henry began to rub her spine with his thumbs, his fingers extending to Kathy's sides. He started at the base of her spine, right where her bikini bottom was, and slowly worked his way up her back, the rubbing turning more and more into a massage. As his thick fingers reached her lower ribcage, he slid them under her body, sliding them up, towards her breasts, cupping them and squeezing them firmly in his strong hands. Kathy let out an audible gasp of pleasure, stiffened her body, but didn't protest. In fact, she raised her upper body slightly to give Henry easier access, which he took advantage of, squeezing and massaging Kathy's soft but firm breasts, palming her nipples, her breath coming quicker as the unexpected pleasure washed over her body. Kathy opened her eyes, and saw the tent pole in Henry's shorts, as he obviously was turned on by the situation. She watched as her hand reached out to touch the huge bulge. She was in a trance like state, not believing what was happening, yet overcome by lust at her situation, and unable to stop. She grabbed the now hard cock that was tenting his shorts and squeezed the hot meat. It was too big to get her tiny hand around. Jack's cock was average in size she guessed, and this thing was half again as long as Jack's, and almost twice as big around. She felt the mushroom shaped head, bigger in circumference than the main shaft. It filled her whole hand. She wondered what it would feel like, inside her, filling her, stretching her. "We can't do it here, outside" she said. "I know," Henry answered. "Besides, I got to go." He did have to get to the bar. He rose and stood over her, his shorts straining to contain his raging hard on. He wanted to rip her bikini off and slam his meat into that wet white wanting pussy below. 'She wants it' he thought. 'She wants it bad!' "Come to the bar tonight." He stated. "I will." "Nice to meet you Henry," she managed, her voice quivering just enough to be noticeable. "Around eight?" "Anytime," came the reply as he closed the gate. She heard him drive off. What just happened? She asked herself. She lay out in the sun for about an hour more; thinking about what had just happened. Not wanting to burn, she replaced her top, and decided to take a dip in the pool, to cool her off physically, and sexually. She hoped the desire kindled in her core would vanish with the cool water. She had a good life planned. She shouldn't be thinking about going where she was in her mind. She swam hard for a good thirty minutes, but the feelings inside her about Henry would not go away. She rose from the pool, and went back into the house. Pausing to look out the back windows at the panoramic view of Honolulu, she found herself looking for the bar Henry had invited her to. She found the general area, and wondered what she should wear. On her way to the shower, she noticed a message on her phone. She dialed her voice mail and heard Jack's voice. He had called, wondering where she was, and had said it didn't look like he would be able to make it back to Honolulu until at least Wednesday. She returned his call, but was relieved when she got his voicemail. She didn't leave a message; he would see she had called. Besides, she didn't feel she could talk to him in her present state without him getting suspicious or at least questioning what she had been doing. She rarely lied to him, and felt very uncomfortable when she did. She stripped off her bikini and started the water in the shower. Pausing at the mirror, she looked at her naked body, trying to be objective about what she saw. She had a nice body, she thought. She cupped her breasts, and squeezed them, imagining her hands were Henry's. She entered the shower, and began to scrub herself. Not just the usual washing, she was really scrubbing her body, loins, thighs, butt, and breasts. Maybe she was trying to wash the guilt away, but she finished the same way she started. She was hungry for Henry. She finished washing, and toweled herself dry, then combed her hair. She took her time now, thinking about the evening to come. Could she justify what she was doing? She wasn't married, but was it cheating? This might be the only time you have for one last fling, she told herself. A lifelong commitment to someone is just that, a lifelong commitment. Once you decide that's what you want to do, there is no turning back. She kept debating herself in her head; it went back and forth like a tennis match. All the while, she dressed herself, applied her favorite perfume, and did her makeup, which wasn't much, and found herself locking up the house, getting in her car, and heading for downtown. She pulled into the parking lot, locked up and entered the bar area. It was starting to fill in, but there were a few spots open at the bar itself, so she walked up, pulled out a stool, and climbed up. Henry wasn't there, and she was a bit disappointed. The bartender finished with the customer he was with, and came over to take her order. She fished into her purse and pulled out Henry's card. "I got this from a friend," she said, handing it to the barkeep. "He told me drinks would be on the house." The bartender took the card, gave Kathy the once over, and grinned. "Henry's still in the office," he said. "Want me to tell him you're here?" "Oh, yeah, I guess so," she replied, thinking, ' you can still not do this!' "What'll you have?" "Mai-tai," Kathy replied. The Mai tai's here were world famous. Made with rum and orange curacao, they also packed quite a punch. The bartender mixed the drink, presented it to her, and told her he would tell Henry she was here. "What is your name?" he asked. "Kathy." "Ok, be right back." Kathy sipped her drink. It was sweet, and went down smoothly. She looked around the bar, a good mix of folks, she thought. She observed people of all ages, and races, no criminal looking people. She felt safe. Henry entered the bar area, and their eyes met. They both smiled. "Hey, you made it!" Henry greeted her. He leaned over the bar to give Kathy a hug. Kathy had worn a sundress that was loose and casual, and when she leaned forward, Henry could see those luscious mounds of hers, spilling out of her bra. She kissed his cheek, "Wouldn't have missed it for the world," she beamed. "Did Arthur hook you up?" Henry asked. Arthur was the barkeep. "Sure did," Kathy replied, taking a sip of her mai tai. "Hey, turns out I don't have to work, Arthur says he needs the overtime, so I'm gonna finish some bookwork in my office, and then I'll be free. Do you want to go get a bite to eat or something?" "Or something!" Kathy answered, giving Henry a sly little grin. "Come on back," Henry said, motioning to a hallway on the side of the bar. "Art, bring us a couple of drinks when you get a chance please?" "Yessir boss," came the reply from Arthur. Kathy met Henry at the entrance to the hallway; Henry led the way back to his office. "You look very nice in that dress." Henry complimented her, looking her up and down again. It was a light colored flowery dress, which showed her nice looking legs and ample bosom. "Why thank you sir. You look good yourself," Kathy returned the compliment. "This won't take very long," Henry said, sitting down at a desk with a spreadsheet page up on his computer. He quickly punched in a long string of numbers, added them up, and transferred the data onto a deposit slip he was working on. He was just at home here, as he had seemed to be doing the pool work. He finished making out the deposit slip, added it to the clear plastic bag that was full of money, sealed it, and placed it into a floor safe under his desk. "That's out of the way, now what's next?" "How about we go get something to eat?" Kathy asked. Just then Art came through the open office door with two mai tai's. "Here boss," he said, placing the drinks on the desk. "Thanks Art. I see we had a good night last night," Henry said, referring to the deposit he had just completed. "Yeah, that's why I wanted to work tonight. You wouldn't believe the tips I'm getting!" "Well, keep up the good work man." "Thanks boss, we'll see ya," Art said as he left for the bar. He closed the door behind him as he left the office. Henry gave a drink to Kathy, took his and toasted her. "Here's to tonight!" he said as he clinked her glass, and took a drink of the cool tropical liquid. "Tonight" Kathy replied, taking a drink of hers. She was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. The only thing she had eaten so far was the avocado sandwich she had had for lunch, and she wasn't used to drinking strong drink. Henry rose from his desk and made his way over to a black leather couch on the side of the office. He motioned for Kathy to come over. "I thought we were going to get something to eat?" Kathy asked, walking over to him. "Oh, we will!" Henry grinned. He sat his drink down on the end table, and embraced Kathy as she neared him. They kissed deeply, tenderly, tongues dancing the dance that tongues dance. Henry sat on the couch, and pulled Kathy on top of him. She was straddling him, her knees on either side of his legs. They continued kissing, their breath becoming short as the sexual tension mounted. They picked up about where they had left off at the pool. Henry moved one of the straps of Kathy's dress off her shoulder, exposing her bra on one side. Still holding her drink in one hand, she was kind of helpless to stop, not that she would have anyway. She took another long drink, and then set the glass down. She then helped with the other strap, pushing it off her shoulder. The dress slid easily down off her shoulders, exposing her bra. Henry reached behind her and undid the snaps in the back. Kathy pulled the bra straps off and removed it, tossing it to the side. She was exposed to Henry's hungry mouth now, and he started to suck and kiss her breasts. Her nipples grew in his mouth, as his tongue danced and darted around her nipples and areolas. Kathy tossed her head back, and moaned in pleasure. "Ohhhh, that feels so good," she whispered in Henry's ear. "You have a magic tongue!" Henry's hands were now on her butt, squeezing, and feeling the round firm flesh. He felt her hot pussy through her dress, she gasped as he did so. He continued to feel her firm thighs, his hands under her loose dress, her breath coming quicker and quicker as the passion mounted. Henry lifted her dress with his big strong hands, exposing her tiny panties as he did so. He began to pull them off, Kathy not protesting. She felt the cool air on her hot flesh as she was now exposed to his touch. She couldn't believe how wet she was. Her body was responding to Henry's touch, but her mind hadn't quite caught up. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe she was just in a state of denial, but when she felt his meaty finger enter her wetness, she knew she was no longer in control. Unable to speak in protest, she let him do as he pleased. He began to play with her clit with his now soaked finger, circling, stroking, and gliding in and out of her lips. He was so strong she thought. So masculine. Henry urged her to move to a sitting position, as he moved onto the floor in front of her. He pushed her dress up past her ass, and moved her hips to the edge of the couch. He then had her sit back, leaning on the back of the couch, her dripping cunt spread wide in front of Henry's mouth. He wasted no time in getting down to business. Kathy felt his mouth cover her lips in a warm wetness she had never experienced before. Henry began to kiss, and pull with his lips, tugging, kissing, and sucking her swollen lips. To say she was in ecstasy was an understatement. Jack had tried this a couple of times, but it didn't feel anything like what she was feeling now. It was heavenly. Then Henry's tongue touched Kathy's clit, and she shuddered in a mini-orgasm. "Oh my God!" she cried. "Don't stop, don't stop...." She moaned, closing her eyes, lost in pleasure. Henry was just getting started. 'This is nothing' he thought. 'Wait till she feels lil' Hank' he grinned, as he continued to pleasure Kathy with his tongue. He flicked and stroked his tongue around Kathy's clit, her pleasure mounting with every second. He kissed, sucked, and licked her up and down, and all around, and in and out, her moans of pleasure growing louder and louder. Just as she was about to climax, Henry slid his thick middle finger into her pussy, and started to stroke her g spot. This sent Kathy over the edge in a wild orgasm, wilder than anything she had ever felt. Her thighs clamped together on Henry's head, her hips turning left and right in an uncontrollable thrashing as her orgasm reached its peak. Henry continued his stroking, his mouth and tongue were still on her clit, and she came again, in a continuous tidal wave of pleasure. Henry had to come up for air. He stripped off his shirt and his shorts. Kneeling in front of the low couch, he placed the pulsing plum sized head of his cock at the entrance to Kathy's dripping wet lips. A full ten inches of rock hard Polynesian meat was poised at the entrance to Kathy's tunnel. He entered her slowly, with just the head penetrating the slippery path. It took Kathy's breath away. It was hot, and felt so good inside her, she wanted more of it inside her. "More," she demanded. "I want to feel you all the way inside..." she cooed as she reached out to Henry's hips, and pulled him closer, the fuck pole slowly disappearing between the folds of flesh at the entrance to Kathy's cunt. She gasped when it was fully in her. She felt so full, so wonderful, and so feminine. Henry began to rock back and forth, the shaft smoothly sliding in and out of the slippery love tunnel. Kathy could feel every inch, the big head brushing her g spot every time it went by, it didn't take long before she had a vaginal orgasm, something she had never experienced before. Her hips convulsed, her heart pounded, the pleasure overtook her senses as Henry continued to work his magic. He held her pretty much in place and continued to fuck her, tenderly at first, but as time went on, the tempo of his rocking motion increased. He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to him, and began to pound into her pussy. His knees were getting sore, so he withdrew, and stood up, her juices dripping from his throbbing pole. He lifted her and turned her around, and placed her hands on the back of the couch with her legs straight and on the floor. He then entered her from behind, grabbing her hips, and pulling her deep onto himself. Now he could really get to pack the meat home, and he did just that, pulling her and thrusting his hips, their skin slapping together, his balls hitting her ass with every thrust. Henry reached around and grabbed Kathy's breasts, mashing them with his huge hands, teasing the hard nipples, squeezing, kneading, and pushing them together. Kathy had never felt so much pleasure all at one time. She came again, as Henry continued to pound into her. His motion was becoming furious now, as his climax approached, the meat becoming a blur as he rammed into her faster and faster until, with a loud groan, came in her. The hot jets of cum blasting deep into Kathy, coating her insides with the sticky goo. His load was massive, and filled her to overflowing, the warm semen dripping down her thighs, onto her calves, even reaching her feet. Their now sweaty bodies collapsed onto the couch, both of them breathing hard. "That was the best!" Kathy finally managed between deep breaths. She leaned over to kiss Henry, their tongues again doing the love dance in their mouths. "Yeah, baby, that was some fun!" End of part I