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Date: Sat, 10 Jun 2000 23:10:17 -0400
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Kat
by Lord Malinov
<malinov@ev1.net>
~~~
"Come on," said Kathryn, "we're almost there." The young man
she held upright as they stumbled slowly along the hallway
muttered incoherently, and groaned. Plodding steps brought them
finally to the apartment door. Kathyrn heaved Brian against the
wall and tried the door knob. It turned easily and Kathryn sighed.
She pulled his arm across her shoulder and pulled him into the
dark.
"It's a good thing you're so skinny," she said, leading him down the
barely lit hall toward his bedroom. She pushed his door open with
a shove of her hip and with a final effort pulled him into the
darkness. Catching her foot, she tripped and fell onto the crumpled
surface of his bed, pulling her drunken charge on top of her. Brian
mumbled, groping at Kathryn's thigh.
"Not tonight, big boy," she said, shoving him over and bouncing out
of bed. She leaned against the door frame. "If you'd stayed sober,
we might have . . . " Brian shifted to hold onto his pillow and
moaned. "You're right," said Kathryn, smiling. "Not even then."
She closed his door and stepped into the bathroom, flicking on the
light. The harsh white radiance made her blink as she sat down to
pee. Kathryn shook her head, relaxed by the release. "I should
have known he was getting romantic about me again," she said. "I
should have put an end to it before he started drinking." Kathryn
stood and looking in the mirror, teased her hair. "One o'clock,"
she said. "Too late to go back out, really." She shoved her brush
back into her purse and flicked off the light.
Cast a glance back at Brian's door, she let herself play with a
naughty thought. "He wouldn't even know," she mused but
shrugged her shoulders and headed back toward the yellow beacon
of the still open front door. Taking hold of the knob, she stepped
into the hallway, but a glance back into the apartment caught her
attention. Someone slept on the sofa. Curiosity mixed with
boredom and she stepped back inside. A young man lay stretched
out, his dark curls propped up on the near arm, his feet pressed
hard against the far.
Kathryn stepped over to take a better look. Although his face hid
in the shadows, she felt a strong attraction to his slumbering
features. She paused a while to stare, admiring his handsome
visage at her leisure.
"What a dish," she said gaily to herself. Thinking of Brian passed
out in the other room, she leaned close to the man's face, smelling
his faint breath. "And not even drunk," she said. Kathryn kissed
his lips, lightly. A smile glimmered across his face. "Mmm," she
said with a shiver.
Kathryn stood back a moment, pondering, feasting her senses on
the strong youth. Her nerves trembled as her imagination rollicked
over the lean limbs and firm jaw. She reached for the light just
behind his head and carefully unscrewed the bulb, turning it slowly
until it fell loose into her hand. She put the glass piece down on
the end table, where it rolled silently from side to side. Kathryn
went back over to the front door and put her purse down on the floor.
"I've just got to," she said, and lifting up her suede skirt, she
took hold of her black lace panties and pushed them down her
thighs, past her feet and dropped them into the open top of her
purse. She slowly closed the apartment door, bathing the room in
darkness.
After taking six careful steps forward, Kathryn felt for the floor
as she went down on her knees. Her waited for her eyes to adjust
to the blackness until the dim outline of the sofa finally took shape
before her. She crawled to the center of the sofa and carefully
brought her hands to the cushion. Gently searching, she found the
thick curved surface of his legs and with gentle, easy strokes, she
located the bulge she'd hoped to find.
Softly running her fingers up and down the undefined lump of flesh,
Kathryn evoked a shifting response that thickened the mass. She
teased the place cautiously. A rigidness evolved as she followed
the natural line, until a hard rod had developed. "Mmm," she
purred, and finding a cord, she gently pulled. The sweatpants fell
loose. Kathryn slowly uncovered the stiff cock. Pale light from the
window reflected off the dark flesh. Lifting the pole slightly with her
warm fingers, Kathryn took the head, slightly salty, into her waiting
mouth.
The young man moaned and stiffened, pushing his prick deeper
into her wetness. "Oh, Angie," he muttered, putting a hand on her
shoulder. Kathryn smiled broadly and tickled his dick with her
tongue.
"Hey," he said, shaking his head. "Who are you?"
"Meow," Kathryn said, licking the tip of his cock.
"Pretty kitty," he said laughing, running his hand through her hair,
ashen in the pale light.
Kathryn sucked his prick with a hungry rhythm, suddenly realizing
that the faint shadows of this young man reminded her of another
time, another night. He had the same dark curls and she had
kissed him in the black of night.
"Come on," she had said to the youth, taking his hand and dashing
them both through the hedge and away from their friends. He
followed tittering with glee as they ran down the hill and into a
nearby field. The others kept on walking the other direction,
oblivious to their escape. "Over here," she had said and flopped
them both down in the tall grass.
The clouds were thick that night and she could hardly see him as
he leaned over to kiss her, to drink those sweet innocent lips with
the first bursts of passion that had been welling in her soul.
Kathryn had wanted him, felt his hand on the tense swell of her
breast, felt the press of his thigh over hers.
A flash of lightning revealed the hunger in his eyes. The boom of
thunder in the distance and the voice of their worried friends drove
the youth from her clinging embrace. They had run back toward the
car as the rain began to fall.
Kathryn smiled nostalgic as she sucked another young cock,
anxious to drink up the young man's lusty flow. A rogue hand lifted
her skirt, kneading the uplifted flesh of her ass, and she leapt with
a sudden shock as a finger grazed her wet lips.
"Hurry," she said, turning around to let his fingers tease her
swollen pussy. "Please fuck me." He slipped from the sofa,
behind her, and taking hold of her waist pushed himself into the
fiery storm of her cunt. Kathryn moaned, the heat of his rhythmic
prodding welling higher with each fierce stroke.
A flash of lightning illuminated the room, as he drove himself deep,
as she felt his love coming. He yelled at the sight of her pale ass
below and she shuddered from within as thunder announced the
breaking storm.
The young man fell away, sitting back on the dark sofa. Kathryn
leaned forward to kiss the young man.
"God, that was beautiful," she said. He reached up to turn on the
light. Kathryn stood. Rain began to patter on the window panes.
"Wait," he said, turning the switch in a rapid series of clicks.
Kathryn opened the door, pulled down her skirt, picked up her
purse and blowing him a kiss, vanished into another stormy night.
~~~
Kat
by Lord Malinov
<malinov@ev1.net>
Power belongs to those who dare . . . Sapere aude
<http://users.ev1.net/~dccain/malinov/>
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