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.