Article 81082 of alt.sex.stories:
From: of2minds@aol.com (Of 2 minds)
Subject: Taking Katrina (lunch, shopping, bikini wax)
Date: 28 Aug 1995 22:34:33 -0400

			    Taking Katrina

	Kelli, a very cute blonde with a schoolboy's haircut, looked
tan and great and was told so repeatedly by Erin, who was jealous. The
two women sat facing each other across a booth. Between them were the
remains of a thoroughly mediocre lunch. There were matching plates of
uneaten lettuce, still milky from the ice cream scoops of reduced fat
chicken, turkey and crab salads that had sat upon them not five
minutes ago.

	"Great service," mused Erin.

	Kelli raised her hand to the waitress, an incompetent twig of
a girl who could not have been more than eighteen.

	 "Bitch, she's actually ignoring me."

	Erin reached into the booth behind her for napkins. Carelessly
placed silverware clattered across the table. Across the room, an idle
brown busboy shook his head very slightly, and wiped his basketball-
sneakered foot, as if to scrape some shit off of it.

	 Erin gathered wet rice noodles into the pile, slid them to
the inner edge of the table and then onto the floor. This made Kelli
giggle. Erin's phone rang.

	"Don't answer it."

	"I'm not," Erin said.

	The phone rang again, drawing the interest of their waitress,
who, in the obvious absence of a manager, had removed her apron and
was smoking a cigarette at the counter.

	Kelli flicked Erin's phone open and fumbled with the buttons.

	"Hello?"

	Erin took a sip of water and tongued an ice cube into her
mouth to chew.

	Kelli winked. "I'm sorry Tim but Erin's kind of tied up at the
moment."

	Erin heard nothing from the phone and wondered if Kelli was
putting her on.

	"She's with a salesguy, a kid. They're in the dressing room.
She's about to buy a gorgeous bikini but for some reason it doesn't
fit right."

	Erin looked over at the waitress, who had put her cigarette
out and was giving herself a shoulder massage while the brown busboy
watched despondently.

	"Me, I'm just waiting for her."

	There was a brief pause and Erin though she saw Kelli's face
redden very slightly.

	"I'll tell her to call you when she gets out."

	Kelli fumbled with the buttons some more and settled for
turning the power off.

	"What'd he want?"

	"He wanted to talk to you. Something about golf tomorrow."

	Erin reached for her pocketbook. "Let's go the beach."
 

	On the way down the escalator, Kelli saw a print sun dress she
liked. Two minutes later a fairly bored saleswoman with bad black gums
was trying to convince her that she looked nice in it.

	Erin was ready for a nap in the sun. She watched Kelli for a
few minutes and then wandered off into the salon, where there was a
sales promotion for a herbal-based moisturizing depilatory called
Vitelan. The promotion offered a free bikini wax with the any
purchase. Vitelan came in sleek, hi tech looking, white tubes with a
purple, plastic base, in either 6 and 10 ounces.

	Erin bought a 6 ounce tube. She didn't have her charge so the
saleswoman had to look her up in the computer. Looking back to the
main floor, Erin saw Kelli emerge from the dressing rooms with a
minidress on. It was tan with white spaghetti straps.

	Erin thought the saleswoman, an earnest looking black girl,
weathered the computer crisis quickly and well. Within a few seconds,
she presented a charge slip.

	While Erin signed neatly the black girl asked "Would you like
your wax now? There's an opening."

	Erin looked back to the main floor. Neither Kelli or the bad
gummed woman were anywhere to be seen.

	"Can I come have it tomorrow?"

	"Sure," the black girl said, "what time?"

	"Is Evelyn here today?"

	The black girl shuffled pages in a dog eared desk sized
calendar.

	"No, Evelyn won't be in until Monday. Today is Katrina."

	Erin turned around. There was a woman standing against the
door to the private waxing rooms. She was thin and wore a white coat
and a brown, polyester shirt. She looked about the waitresses' age.

	"Ok, I'll take Katrina."


	 Katrina knocked and then let herself in without waiting for a
word from Erin. Erin was lying on a massage table with soft, blue
padding. Katrina closed the door and took her white coat off. Erin
wondered if she was the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen and
thought she probably was.

	Katrina said hello without looking at Erin. Erin said hello
back.

	There was an expensive looking tape player. Katrina turned
pressed the on switch and there was the sound of lapping waves. Every
few seconds one would break against the shore but not violently.

	Erin liked the music. She wished she were about to receive a
massage instead of a wax. Katrina put an already open tube of Vitelan
into what looked like a mini-microwave and shut the door. She pressed
a button and it whirled to life.

	Katrina smiled slightly. "Is like microwave."

	Erin thought there was a bit of French mixed with her Polish.

	She asked "Do you have French blood?"

	Katrina smiled again. Erin inspected Katrina's left hand.

	"I am from Russia."


	Once her legs were done, Katrina lowered her eyes, covered
Erin's sex with a towel and squeezed some Vitelan into her pubic hair.
The waves ended and Katrina stopped and wiped her hands clean but did
not flip the tape over.

	She seemed to notice Erin's body for the first time. Erin's
chest and crotch were covered in fresh white towels, but there were
still the tan lines. "You like the sun."

	Erin swallowed and nodded.

	When Katrina reached up into a cabinet for a fresh razor, her
brown polyester shirt bunched up and Erin noticed that she had a small
Mickey Mouse tattoo, about three inches to the left of her belly
button, about an inch above her waistline.

	Katrina shaved her deftly, smoothing Vitelan on an as-needed
basis. Erin smelled her breath which was mostly neutral, with just a
slight bouquet of something gassy and sweet. Coca Cola.

	At one point, the towel covering Erin's sex slipped a few
inches, revealing a reddish hairline. Katrina pulled it back up
without a fuss. When she was done shaving, she took another fresh
white towel, moistened it with warm water from the sink and wiped Erin
clean. She'd done a good job. Erin felt no burn.

	Erin thought Vitelan was a good product.

	Then Katrina removed the other towel and ran her second and
middle fingers down the length of Karen's pussy lips, which parted
easily.

	Erin rolled her hands into fists. "Kiss it."

	Katrina smiled and licked upwards at Erin's clitoris three
times very slowly, and then kissed it.

	Erin felt her face flushing and touched her nose with her
hand.

	Katrina kissed Erin's clit again and then soul kissed her
entire sex at once, first sucking on each of the lips, then plunging
her tongue into the depths of Erin's pussy.

	Then Katrina stopped kissing and stood up. She took a small
black and red pill from her pocket.

	"Do you know this?"

	Erin shook her head.

	Katrina crushed the pill in her hand, cupped it front of
Erin's nose and said "Breathe in."

	Erin inhaled the amyl fumes in one quick snort, as if to get
it over quickly, Her ears got very hot.

	Katrina knelt to Erin's pussy again and began licking her
clitoris lightly but quickly. A few seconds later, fighting a small
wave of nausea, Erin came, pressing the fingers of both hands into the
padding of the massage table.

	Katrina turned Erin onto her stomach, kissed each buttock once
and spread Erin's ass cheeks. She swabbed her fingers in the
moisture that had spread from Erin's pussy and brought it to Erin's
mouth. As Erin sucked her fingers dry, Katrina licked her ear.

	"Do you like to fuck?"

	Erin cooed and nodded, still sucking.

	"I'm going to give you a special kind of fuck."

	Katrina dimmed the light, went back to the base of the table
and lifted Erin to her knees. She tickled the small wet button of
Erin's asshole, kissed it, and then forced her tongue inside. Erin
felt tired and desperately thirsty. The amyl high had lasted about
three minutes.

	Katrina tongue fucked Erin's asshole with even strokes for a
solid five minutes, lightly tickling Erin's cheeks and thighs with her
nails. When Erin came, she grunted twice and reached behind her to
touch Katrina's hair. It was obscene and painful - an alarming warmth
that gathered slowly in her stomach and then exploded all at once,
outward to every part of her body. She expected the focal point of the
orgasm to be in her ass. However the true center of sensation was in
her brain, where it occurred to her that Kelli was fucking her
husband.