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Kathy Smith (MF, rom)
by Morgan <Morg105829@aol.com>
Date: Jan 1998
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"Kathy"
(c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan.
Book I
Chapter 1
Kathy Smith was doing something different tonight, having just quit her
job. She visited Charley's, a bar she owned in town. Normally, she would sit
at a table, but tonight she wanted to talk to Charley. She was sitting at the
corner of the bar nursing a club soda with a lime. It was nearly eleven
o'clock on a Friday night in Norfolk, Virginia. The crowd was, as usual,
almost all Navy personnel. Located across from the main gate of the Naval
Base, it was a primary hangout for sailors. After all, Norfolk was the
headquarters facility of the entire U.S. Atlantic Fleet. Charley, the
manager and ostensible owner, was protective of Kathy. He was tending bar
while looking over the crowd. Although he made a point of keeping the stool
next to hers free, while he was at the other end of the bar a naval officer in
uniform sat on the stool next to hers. Although he wore the rank of
commander, he looked like a wreck. His uniform looked like it had been slept
in despite the man looking like he hadn't slept in days. Charley didn't like
it, but there wasn't much he could do about it. The officer looked dead
tired, but he was still about six feet three, and appeared to weigh something
better than two hundred pounds. He was more than Charley cared to take on.
Kathy looked at the officer and felt a unique sensation surge through her.
Without conscious thought, she turned and said, "You look like you lost your
last friend."
Charley saw what was happening and was astonished. This was the first time
Kathy had ever spoken to anyone in the place except for himself and a few of
the staff. For that matter, she seldom came in at all.
Kathy Smith was a built like a dream: five feet seven, with a figure and
movements like an athletic model. Although not apparent from her present
conservative dress, Charley knew she had a perfect figure. Tonight she was
wearing a camel's hair skirt, cashmere sweaters, and a simple gold chain. 'As
usual,' Charley thought, 'She looks like a million bucks.'
Kathy continued looking at the stranger and feeling the strange sensation.
The officer tried to focus on her. "I don't like women!"
"Why not?" she asked quietly.
"They're all bitches!"
"All of them?"
"I guess so... at least my ex-wife is. She's a real bitch."
"Have you eaten?" Kathy asked. 'My God! what am I doing!?' she wondered.
"I guess so, but I can't remember exactly when."
"Today?"
"I'm not sure."
"Would you like to take a ride?"
"Let's go."
Kathy got up off her stool and gave Charley a private wink on the way out.
Charley just shook his head in amazement. She and the officer went around the
corner of the building to her car, a new BMW 635 CSi. She unlocked it and
said, "Hop in."
"Is this *yours*?"
"Yes."
"The B-girl business must be better than I thought. I had better warn you,
though: I don't have any money. What little my ex-wife didn't get, my lawyer
did."
Kathy gave him an icy look. "Thanks a lot."
Kathy started the BMW up and drove off, smoothly shifting up through the
gears. After leaving the Expressway, she drove in a circuitous route to an
office-apartment complex in Virginia Beach. At a gate, she reached for an
electronic controller, pressed the button and the gate swung open. Beyond the
courtyard a garage door was automatically rising. She drove into the garage
and shut off the engine.
"Hop out. We're here."
"Where is here?" he asked.
"My place. Come on up." She took a key from her purse and put it into a
wall switch. The steel door in front of them slid open revealing a wood-
paneled elevator car. They got in and Kathy pushed an unmarked button. As
she did, she turned to her companion and held out her hand. "Let me introduce
myself. My name is Kathy Smith."
"Hi. I'm Ken Stark." He shook hands and was surprised at the firmness of
her grip.
The elevator door smoothly slid open revealing a quietly decorated entrance
hall. To their right was the main entrance to the apart ment. They went on
through the living room to the kitchen with Kathy turning on lights as she
went. "What would you like? I could whip up a couple of steaks and a salad,
if that's okay."
"That sounds great," Ken replied.
Kathy noticed that Ken was starting to relax. She noticed laugh lines now
appearing when he smiled. It was obvious that his depressed attitude was not
his normal condition. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable? Would you
like to fix yourself a drink?"
"Sure. What do you have and where do you keep it?"
"Just about everything, and it's in the bar over there."
Ken looked and saw a fully-equipped wet bar located between the living room
and another room he guessed to be the library. "I think I'll just have a
beer. What can I get you?"
"I'll join you. There's Sam Adams in the refrigerator."
He opened the refrigerator and found at least six brands of beer. Most
were imported. He found the Sam Adams and opened two bottles. "Do you want a
glass?"
"Please. They're in the cabinet right above you."
Ken found the beer glasses in a chiller paneled to appear to be a piece of
furniture. He poured the beers and returned to the kitchen. "All the
comforts. I've never seen a place with so many. The B-girl business is
*much* better than I thought."
"That's the second time you've said that, and I didn't appreciate it the
first time. Actually, I'm a lawyer."
"Business must be pretty good. How old are you, anyway?"
"Not that it's any of your business, but I'm twenty-six. How old are you?"
"How old am I, or how old do I feel?"
"Both."
"Well, I guess my driver's license says I'm thirty-one; I just feel like
I'm 110." While they talking Kathy was preparing two gorgeous steaks. "Do
you like spicy food?"
"I guess so. Why?"
"I'll try something different, then. Tell me about your problems."
"I would rather not. It would just bore you and infuriate me."
"Would you like to clean up a bit? You look like you've been going for
days. Come on, I'll show you where." Ken allowed himself to be led to the
master bedroom and then into a bathroom off it.
"Good grief! I've never seen anything quite like this." He
stopped and stared like a bumpkin. The bathroom was larger than most
bedrooms. It had two sinks, a shower, a tub the size of a small swimming pool
and opened out through glass doors to a private swimming pool area beyond.
The area was beautifully landscaped and surrounded with a palisade-type fence
about ten feet high providing complete privacy in all directions except from
directly overhead. Ken turned to Kathy, "What floor are we on?"
She grinned. "The sixth. Why?"
"Just asking. I thought it was impossible to put a swimming pool up this
high."
"It can be done. It just takes money."
"Obviously."
Kathy left Ken alone in the bathroom after showing him where a full array
of men's toiletries were kept. Ken continued to look around in amazement.
His wife had been a world-class slob, particularly in the bathroom. There
were always undies, makeup, tissues and other debris lying around. Ken
thought about taking a shower, but didn't feel like getting back into his
dirty clothes. He realized he looked terrible. Taking off his tunic -- he
was wearing his officer's whites -- Ken decided to settle on a wash and a
shave. A whore's bath would have to do. He noticed that all the men's
toiletries were Polo by Ralph Lauren. Since every container was the same
shade of green, it took a few moments to figure out which was which. He
washed, shaved, splashed on some cologne and started to feel human again.
After dressing again he returned to the kitchen.
"Feel better?" Kathy asked. "You certainly look and smell better, at least
if you like the fragrance of Polo. I do."
"Who's stuff is that? Isn't your boyfriend going to be pissed when he
finds a stranger has been using his things?"
"I don't have a boyfriend."
"Then what is it there for?"
"For you to use. And you just did. Let's eat. I didn't think I was
hungry until I started cooking. Now I'm famished."
"Good grief! It's almost two o'clock."
"As I said, let's eat," Kathy repeated with a smile.
They sat down at a counter built as a part of the kitchen cabinets. The
two steaks looked beautiful; they had been Cajun blackened. Along with baked
potatoes, there was a beautiful salad. Ken went to the bar and returned with
two more beers. The dinner passed without conversation. When they finished,
Kathy told Ken to go into the living room and sit down while she cleaned up.
He sat down on the sofa and that was the last thing he remembered. Chapter 2
Kathy sat on the sofa in the living room with her legs tucked under her,
trying to read a book. She was wearing a man's pajama top with only one of
its buttons fastened. She could see Ken still asleep in the bedroom. She
tried to analyze her motives, but could not. She had picked up a man in a
bar! She had never done anything like it in her life!
She remembered with a small smile how she had returned to the living room
early in the morning to find Ken out like a light, the poor guy. He had just
collapsed. She remembered struggling to get him into bed, and she shivered as
she recalled stripping off his clothes piece by piece. The effect must be
similar to men watching a stripper perform with the excitement coming more
from the anticipation than the realization. When he was fully naked she
admired his body. He had broad shoulders and narrow hips; in spite of its
hard use his body was that of a trained athlete. Just then Kathy saw Ken
stirring on the bed.
Ken looked around and found that he was in the king-sized bed he had seen
in the bedroom the previous night. He was naked. Looking around, there was
no sign of his clothes. Looking through the doorway he saw Kathy sitting on
the sofa with her legs tucked under her wearing a man's pajama top. The bed
showed the marks of shared occupancy. He tried to remember what had happened.
He had the vaguest recollection of making love -- of achieving a marvelous
physical release. But was it all a dream?
Kathy looked up and saw him. "Hi, sleepyhead. Have you rejoined the ranks
of the living?"
"I think so. I would get up, but I'm not dressed. What do I do?"
"You get up. How do you think you got into bed in the first place?"
"You did it?" Ken asked incredulously. "How?"
"I'm practiced," she said enigmatically. "You'll find a robe that fits in
the closet.
Ken got out of bed, ignoring his nakedness. Going to the closet he found a
navy-blue flannel bathrobe. It was a perfect fit and seemed to be brand new.
He put it on and went out to the kitchen. Kathy was bending over the stove as
he came up behind her. Her pajama top was hiked up in the rear exposing a
gorgeous little ass. Ken couldn't resist. He put his hands over her
asscheeks and squeezed.
Kathy gave a little yelp and then seemed to melt. He continued to gently
squeeze, while she had her hands on the range, making soft mewing sounds. His
right hand continued around her body. He put it on her prominent mound and
received a surprise. Her mound of Venus was bare ù there was no pubic hair.
He slowly moved his hand and entered her cunt.
Kathy straightened up slowly. She didn't turn nor did she try to move his
hand. She just leaned back against him. By now both of his hands were around
her body gently exploring it. He found that her belly was flat while her
breasts were perfectly proportioned and beautifully sized. Ken loved nice
boobs, but didn't like cows. He unbuttoned the only fastened button on the
pajama top Kathy was wear ing and let it drop to the floor, then gently turned
her around to face him. "You're beautiful. You know that, don't you?"
"Thank you, kind sir. Can we go to bed now?"
"That's supposed to be my line."
"You're too slow. I'm tired of waiting." Ken picked her up in his arms
and carried her into the bedroom. Curiously, she seemed to be as light as a
feather. Her hair was medium length and tawny, gold in color rather than
blond. Her eyes were a brilliant blue and were focused on him.
When he slipped out of the robe and got into bed beside her, she rolled
over on top of him. Ken's phallus was powerfully erect and had been ever
since the kitchen. She got astride him and slowly worked it into her vagina,
moving her pelvis with slow motions to help. As he entered her she continued
to move her hips as his cock went in to its full length. She gave a soft
sigh, and slowly started to rotate her hips. She began making small mewing
noises as her pleasure mounted. In the meantime, her loins were vibrating on
his cock. It was almost as if there was another pair of hands inside her,
slowly squeezing him. Her body barely moved. There was just the slow pelvic
motion and that wonderful internal movement.
Then she started to move slowly up and down on his raging member. To Ken
it was exqui sitely tormenting. He wanted to move quickly but Kathy wouldn't
let him. "Just lie back. I know what I'm doing," she said. Her movements
increased in tempo. As Ken was about to release, she slowed her movements
just enough to bring him down from his peak only to bring him back up again
moments later. He lost count of how many times he had been up and down. His
whole being started to scream for release. But still Kathy maintained the
tempo, nearly to climax then retreat. Each time it seemed that the peak was
higher than the time before, but still she wouldn't let him cum. Her moans,
increasing in intensity, showed she was reaching her own peak. Finally, he
could contain it no longer and his phallus exploded. It seemed that he would
never stop cuming. His release triggered an eruption at the heart of Kathy's
being. It had never ever been like this before for her or for him. She
screamed. Her climax was so powerful she lost consciousness and collapsed on
top of him.
* * *
Chapter 2
Kathy awoke and found herself entwined on the bed with Ken. She stretched
her arms and legs languorously. It had been so long since she had been with a
man. And it had never been like this. She looked over Ken's body. It was
beautiful, but scarred. She continued the explora tion of his body that she
had begun the night before but the light was better this time. She looked
again at the dimpled bullet scars on his upper arm and shoulder. Feeling
playful, she tweaked her nipples to make them turgid and then found that her
stiff pink nipple just fit into the depressions on Ken's body. She looked
down and found him looking at her with his grey eyes. His hair was brown, she
thought, but it had been bleached by the sun to a color similar to her own.
He grinned up at her and she grinned back. Slowly, she slid down his body,
kissing it and running her nipples over it. It was exciting to feel his body
hair on her smooth skin. Ken started to run his hands over her body. "What
are you doing?" she asked.
"It's figure study by the braille method. You're beautiful."
Kathy moved up and kissed him. Good grief, she thought. That's the first
time I've ever kissed him. The kiss lasted. She heard bells and felt her
body start to go limp. It was as if her bones and muscles were turning to
jelly.
"Do you hear them too?" Ken asked.
"Mm, Mm. I guess you mean the bells?"
"Have you ever heard them before?"
"Nope. Have you?" Kathy slid down Ken's body again. When she got down to
his sex, she stopped and studied it. "You have a beautiful cock," she said.
"And you have a beautiful body."
She took his member into her mouth. Because of their earlier exertions, it
was now flaccid. She ran her tongue slowly over its head, and took the tip
inside her mouth. Ken lay back. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"Just finding out what you taste like. You taste of cum and, I guess, my
cunt juices. It's wonderful." As she continued to run her tongue over his
prick, it started to stiffen to attention. Just then, with his prick in her
mouth, Ken pivoted on the bed. His face was opposite her cunt. "It's
beautiful. I don't think I've ever seen a hairless cunt before. Why did you
do it?"
Kathy didn't answer. Instead, her head started moving up and down over
what was now a full erection. Ken watched in amazement as, without apparent
effort, she took it all the way into her mouth. The feeling was wonderful.
She was doing with her mouth and tongue what earlier she had done with her
vagina: slowly squeezing and massaging his vibrant sex.
In the meantime Ken had spread Kathy's legs. He noticed that they were
like dancer's legs, smoothly muscled and firm, not soft. He put his face near
her cunt and extended his tongue causing Kathy to moan softly and spread her
legs wider to give him easier access. His tongue entered her and found her
magic button. He got it between his teeth and gently bit on it. He ran his
tongue in and out, slowly sucking in the accumulation of fluids. It did taste
good. As his tongue went in and out, her hips were undulating. Ken was
beside himself. While his mouth was encountering exquisite tastes, he could
feel his prick being massaged and his balls gently kneaded. Again, he could
feel himself taken to a peak where he felt he had to explode. Each time Kathy
eased back a trifle just before he had to come. Finally, the excitement was
too great for them. Kathy's mouth closed over his cock swollen to its extreme
size but nevertheless, she had taken it all in. Then he exploded. He could
feel her swallowing quickly as she took his discharge. At the same time, her
hips moved violently; it was all he could do to hold her beautifully muscled
body as her fluids gushed. He licked and swallowed; they tasted great. After
licking out the final drops, he flipped Kathy's body around so it was lying
beside his own. Then they dropped off to sleep together.
* * *
Ken was the first to awaken this time. He looked at the lovely girl he was
holding in his arms. He saw a girl with skin as smooth as satin and he
wondered at his luck. Being invited to her apartment by a beautiful girl
wasn't the way his world worked. He thought about his ex-wife, Sylvia. She
was different from Kathy in every way. At its best their sex life together
had been barely adequate. Ken recalled that it was never as good after the
wedding as it had been before. She used to complain that his phallus was too
big. He couldn't recall ever getting it all the way in. As far as going down
on him was concerned, she said the idea was repulsive. He realized that
Sylvia didn't really like sex but knew he did. In fact, he felt he had to
have it so she used sex as a weapon to get what she wanted from him. Now he
wondered why he had ever bothered. Ken guessed that it must have been his
lack of experience with women going back to his Naval Academy days. But while
Sylvia was reluctant, Kathy was joyous. She seemed to love sex and seemed to
need it as much as he did.
As he studied her, Kathy's eyes opened. She murmured, "Hi."
He just grinned at her. Although he thought that his grin must look dumb,
she just grinned back. She looked at him and said, "Let's eat. I'm starving
to death, particularly with all of the exercise we've been having. Do you
want me to melt away from starvation?" She got out of bed while Ken admired
her sleek nakedness as she moved gracefully with apparent total unconcern for
her nudity. She went to the kitchen and Ken heard a few noises. A moment
later she reappeared and went into the bathroom. After he heard the toilet
flush and the water running, she reappeared, still nude. Stopping at the bed
she looked down at him with her hands folded into small fists on her hips.
"And what are you looking at?" she asked.
"Just you. Do you really know how beautiful you are?"
"No, and neither do you. You're just showing how little you know about
women."
"And you're just fishing for compliments. You are beautiful, you know."
Kathy pertly stuck out her tongue and then went out to the kitchen. Ken
got up, went into the bathroom and started to clean himself up. He found a
toothbrush, and then jumped into the shower. When he came out, he put on the
bathrobe and went out to the kitchen. He stopped and laughed. There was
Kathy, nude, wearing only a small apron, with a hurt look on her face.
"What's so funny?" she asked with a wry little grin. "How would you like it
if bacon fat spattered on your tit?"
"I wouldn't know; I don't have boobs." Ken went up to her, knelt down, and
started running his tongue over her breasts and nipples. He stood up and took
her into his arms. "I kissed it to make it better." He kissed her gently on
the mouth. She tasted delicious. And the bells sounded again.
"Please, Ken, I really am starving. I know your spend is protein, but I've
never heard of it being tested for food value. Besides, the bacon and eggs
will burn." She took them off the stove. Ken was dazzled to find in addition
to the bacon and eggs, orange juice ù freshly squeezed ù along with hash
browns and toast. The aroma of the coffee smelled delicious to a sailor who
lives on it. They sat down again at the counter side by side where they had
eaten the previous night. The food rapidly disappeared and he realized that
Kathy wasn't just picking at hers. She was eating like a person with a real
appetite who wasn't afraid to show it. When he asked her about it, she said,
"I do like food, and I told you I was hungry."
As they had another cup of coffee, Ken asked Kathy, "By any chance, do you
have a cigarette in the house?"
"What brand do you smoke?"
"Winston Lights, why?"
Kathy got down off the stool and went off to the other room. Ken loved the
way her firm little ass wiggled slightly as she went off. A few moments later
she was back with a pack of Winston Lights and a lighter. He opened the pack,
took out a cigarette and lighted up. "May I have one too, please?" she asked.
"I'm sorry. I didn't think you smoked."
"I shouldn't, and I guess I don't really, but..."
"But what?"
"It just seems to be the right thing to do after the lovemaking, the
breakfast, and the second cup of coffee." They smoked in silence for a few
moments. Kathy rested her head on Ken's shoulder.
"Feel good?" she asked.
"I don't know how I could possibly feel any better."
"I do. Come with me." Jim followed Kathy out of the kitchen and then into
the bathroom. As she left the kitchen Kathy dropped the little apron on the
floor. In the bathroom, she turned and took off Ken's bathrobe. Standing up
on tiptoe she kissed him gently on the lips. "Come on."
She went into the shower and beckoned Ken to follow her. Although he had
taken a quick shower earlier, he hadn't realized how large the shower
enclosure was. There was plenty of room for both of them. Again, Kathy
manipulated a set of controls that Ken hadn't noticed earlier. Warm water
poured over them coming from every conceivable angle. Kathy pressed a button
and suddenly the flow of water stopped. Kathy picked up soap on a rope ù
again it was Polo ù and started to soap Ken's body. She delighted in the way
his body hair caused the soap to lather. She ran her hands all over his body
paying particular attention to his prick and balls which she fondled tenderly.
Then she moved her fingers between his ass cheeks soaping all the while.
Finally, she went to her knees and soaped his long legs and feet.
Ken just luxuriated in the feeling. At that point, Kathy stood up, gave
him her own soap and said acidly, "You can do this, too, you know." She stood
there as he caressed her entire body, paying particular attention to her
gorgeous breasts. Again, as he soaped them, her nipples started to harden.
He continued, lathering her loins and her ass cheeks. Then he bent over and
soaped her legs and her feet. At this point with her back to him Kathy
pressed a button and again they were flooded with warm water from every
direction. She wriggled her hips and moved her ass against his prick.
Ken, just following his instinct, bent her body forward. By this time his
prick was again fully erect and he moved it against her ass. Kathy bent over,
grabbed a rail, and, with the water flowing over them, spread her legs. He
put his phallus against her anus and it slowly went in. Again, Kathy moved,
this time using her ass, with body movements that Ken couldn't even imagine.
His hand went around her body and was welcomed into her cunt. Kathy put his
finger on her tiny bud, while she continued to move her hips. Again, Ken
could feel the pressure mounting in his balls. With so much sexual activity
in such a short time, he did not believe he could possibly get hard again so
soon, but he had. He moved in and out slowly while her sphincter held his
weapon like a tender vise, slowly massaging it as it went in and out. Once
again he came and Kathy screamed her release. It seemed to be even more
violent than the times before but that was impossible. They sagged slowly
together to the floor of the shower as the warm water continued to flow over
their bodies.
* * *
Kathy got up with a groan, activated another switch and the water stopped.
She pulled Ken up and they got out of the shower. Then Kathy picked up a huge
terry cloth towel and started drying him off. She again stood up on tiptoe
and tenderly kissed his lips. She gave him a towel and he carefully dried off
her beautiful body. "Come on, we need to get you cleaned off."
"Cleaned off! What was the shower for?"
"That just takes off the surface dirt and sweat. I've got something else."
They went through a door in the bathroom, and entered a sauna. As soon as he
entered, Ken could feel the dry heat strike his body. It was hot! Meanwhile
Kathy took a small dipper and poured water over hot rocks which caused it
instantly to flash into steam. Then she sat beside Ken on the wooden bench
and leaned her head on his shoulder. "You know, this sauna is much more fun
with someone to share it. I've had it for a year or so, but this is the first
time I've had the chance to use it with a man."
The steam rose and Ken could feel his pores opening. Then Kathy picked up
a flat wooden stick and started scraping his skin. Although he thought his
body was clean, what Kathy was scraping off looked black. When she was
finished, Ken took another stick and started to scrape her flesh. What came
off appeared to be just the outer layer of skin with no dirt visible. About
the time he was wondering if he was going to die of suffocation, Kathy took
his hand and pulled him to his feet. Opening the door, they went outside.
The swimming pool he had seen the night before was there but now he noticed a
smaller circular pool near the sauna's door. Kathy let go of his hand and
jumped into it feet-first. Ken realized that the pool was much deeper than it
seemed. Kathy's head disappeared below the water's surface before her feet
touched the bottom. She bobbed to the surface and floated vertically. It was
much too deep for her to stand on the bottom. She ducked her head for a
moment and then surfaced. She flipped her hair back off her face, and grinned
up at him. She looked as sleek as a seal. "Come on in! You saw how it's
done."
Ken dropped into the pool next to Kathy. And he almost died. The water
was like ice. Instantly, with a smooth, almost effortless motion, Kathy
pulled herself from the pool. As she got out, she put a foot on Ken's head
and pushed him under water again. When his head popped up to the surface, Ken
was sputtering and shivering. He was freezing! Meanwhile Kathy was laughing
so hard she couldn't even stand. Finally, she controlled herself and gave Ken
a hand, pulling him out. Although Ken didn't think Kathy weighed more than
120, she seemed to pull him out without effort. She grabbed a dry towel and,
still giggling, wrapped it around him.
Ken took her in his arms, gave her a kiss which almost caused her knees to
buckle, and then suddenly picked her up. Dropping to one knee, he laid her
over his leg and proceeded to spank her bottom. The spanks were just hard
enough to redden her ass cheeks. Kathy struggled in his grip, but she might
as well have been held by steel bands. The spanking continued as she
continued to struggle. She realized her clit was contacting his leg and was
being stimulated by it. Suddenly, she came in a flood that ran down Ken's
leg. At that point he stopped and released her, helping her to her feet.
Again he gave her a melting kiss, tasting the salt from the tears rolling down
her cheeks. Mournfully, she backed away a step, rubbing her tender ass.
"You're a brute! You attacked a helpless woman!"
"You tricked me! I almost froze to death in there. And then you tried to
drown me!"
Kathy's grin broke through her tears. "You know, I thought about doing
that when I had the sauna and pool put in. It's refrigerated water: thirty-
eight degrees Fahrenheit. I use it almost every day, but I wasn't sure I
could keep from giving it away. Usually, my teeth start chattering and I get
goose-bumps all over. I thought I handled it pretty well."
At that, Ken grinned. "You did, you stinker! You were perfect. I'll have
to add actress to the list of your talents." He started to laugh, then
paused. "I hope I didn't hurt you. I didn't mean to."
Kathy grinned back. "You injured my pride. Now my bottom is tender, in a
warm sort of way." She glared at him and said, "But you made me cum, you
brute! On the other hand, my loins are sore, my asshole can still feel you
and my mouth and throat may never be the same. I still can't believe I was
able to take in your full length. You are a woman's dream. But if we keep up
like this much longer, I'll be a physical wreck." They went back into the
apartment and checked the time. It was nearly five o'clock. "What would you
like to do this evening?" Kathy asked. "Do you have any plans?"
Ken, standing naked looking like a Greek god, grinned at her. "No, I have
no plans... and I don't have any clothes, either."
Kathy gave a little yelp and left the room, returning in a few moments with
what looked to be his uniform and a box. She hung up the uniform and gave him
the box. "I hope it all fits."
Ken opened the box and found new underwear, socks, and everything else he
needed. "How did you know my sizes?"
"I guessed. Did I guess right?"
"You certainly did. You make me a little nervous sometimes. How did you
know I like Polo toiletries?"
"I didn't. I bought them because I like them. The fragrance really turns
me on."
"Oh. And I thought it was just me."
Kathy cocked her head and grinned. "Well, maybe its a little bit of you,
along with the Polo." She squealed and jumped away, covering her reddened ass
with her hands as Ken made a move towards her. When he stopped and held out
his arms, she came up to him and he kissed her. Again, her knees seemed to
buckle. "Do you want to go out tonight?"
Ken smiled at her. "If you're willing, I would like to show you off at the
Officers' Club at the Base. Would you like to go? I think they have a band
playing on Saturday night. I could try to make a reservation."
"I would love to," she said. "Let's do it!" Arm in arm they went into the
bedroom.
**********
Chapter 3
The Officers' Club at the Naval Base in Norfolk is one of the largest clubs
of its kind in the world. Since Norfolk is the headquarters of the U.S.
Atlantic Fleet, as well as the home of countless other military installations,
the size of the club is no surprise. Ken and Kathy drove onto the base with
Ken wearing his uniform and driving Kathy's car. He received a snappy salute
from the guard on the gate after showing his ID and then drove up to the
entrance of the club. "Why don't you get out here?" Ken asked. "I'll go park
the car." Kathy said she would rather stay with him.
He put the car in gear and found a parking spot. Opening Kathy's door, he
handed her out of the car. Again, he was startled at how beautiful she
looked. Tonight, she was wearing a white cocktail dress with a full skirt.
With her even tan and golden hair, she was exquisite. Ken realized that she
must use her private pool area to tan in the nude because he now knew she had
a mark-free tan. Her only jewelry was a large sapphire hanging from a golden
chain around her neck. The gem was the color of her eyes. Ken was pleased
that they were the focus of all eyes as they entered the club, and it was
Kathy's astonishing beauty that was attracting the attention. Looking at her
closely, he realized she was blushing. "It's just your beauty, Hon. I keep
telling you, but you don't listen." The headwaiter nearly fell over himself
to seat Kathy at a very prominent table. Ken took his seat and groaned.
Kathy looked at him with concern in her eyes. "What's the trouble?"
"I'm an idiot. Here we are at the club and *now* I remember I don't have
any money!"
Kathy smiled at him an asked, "Have you checked?"
"What do you mean, have I checked? I left the ship last night with less
than five bucks, and I spent most of that before I met you. Good grief! I
don't even remember paying the bill last night at Charley's."
"Don't worry about it," she said, "I own the place." He gaped in
amazement. Then she said, "Why don't you check your wallet anyway. You never
can tell." Ken unbuttoned the flap on his hip pocket and took out his wallet.
Thinking about it, it had felt a little different when he had taken out his ID
at the gate. He looked in the bill compartment and received a shock. He
counted. There were twenty $100 bills in it. No wonder it had felt a little
thick Ken had never had $2,000 in cash in his life. Kathy looked at him
with concern on her face. "What's wrong? Isn't it enough?"
"Enough!? You've got to be joking. This is the Navy, not Tokyo. Of
course it's enough. But where did it come from?"
"It's mine, it's honest money, and I love you. Do you need to know any
more than that?"
"I guess that's enough. By the way, I love you, too."
Very daintily, Kathy stuck the pink tip of her tongue out at him. "The way
you said that wasn't very romantic." Then she held out her hand and said,
"Let's dance."
As they went towards the dance floor, Ken tried to conceal his reluctance.
With Sylvia he always felt like he had two left feet. As a matter of fact he
had felt that away about dancing ever since he was a plebe at Annapolis, but
he took Kathy in his arms and moved out on the floor. He couldn't believe it!
He was moving with a feather in his arms. In bed she had moved like a dancer.
On the dance floor she moved like a dream. He grinned at her and she grinned
back. "You didn't like to dance before, did you?"
"How did you know?"
"Call it another good guess. Can we open up a little?"
Kathy moved away from him in time with the music. It appeared that Ken was
controlling her feet, when in actuality she was somehow controlling his.
Other dancers on the floor moved away to give them more room. Ken felt like
he was lost on a cloud. The music stopped. Suddenly, there was applause from
the dancers around them as well as the band members all of whom had been
admiring their dancing. Kathy made a quick curtsy and fled back to their
table. After seating Kathy and taking his seat Ken looked around for the
waiter. "What would you like, Hon?"
"I think I'll have my usual, club soda with a lime."
"Do you mind if I have something stronger?"
"Of course not!"
The waiter came over and Ken gave him the drink order, ordering a Beefeater
martini for himself. Ken looked at Kathy. "What happened out there?"
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean. I can't dance like that! What happened?"
"Obviously you can, because you did." Then she added with a note of alarm
in her voice, "Some people are coming over. Do you know them?"
Ken looked over in the direction of Kathy's eyes and grinned. "It's my
parents. I wonder what they're doing here tonight. They live on the
Peninsula and almost never come down to Norfolk." As he got to his feet,
Kathy saw a man almost as tall as Ken approach accompanied by a matronly woman
at his side. He was wearing the uniform of a full admiral and appeared to be
about forty-five years old. When the couple reached the table and joined
them, Ken reached out his hand to grip his father's and then gave his mother a
quick kiss. "Mother and Dad, I would like you to meet Katherine Smith.
Kathy, this is my father, Admiral Samuel Stark, and my mother, Betty."
Admiral Stark gave a courtly bow, smiled and bent to kiss Kathy's hand.
She blushed. Then she rose to greet Ken's mother, an overweight woman who
looked much older than her husband. "I am delighted to meet you both. Would
you care to join Ken and me?"
"Why thank you," Sam Stark replied, "Betty and I would be delighted. We
haven't seen Ken to talk to in nearly a year. After his marriage he seemed to
disappear. However, a nice thing about carrying rank is that I've been able
to keep track of him through the Navy but no thanks to him. How have you
been, son? You're looking very well."
"Kathy gets the credit for that one, Dad."
As the evening progressed, Kathy studied Sam and Betty Stark. She was an
expert. Sam showed all the marks of an attractive man with a roving eye. In
fact, she saw a female lieutenant commander looking at him from time to time
with a possessive look that Kathy thought she recognized. Kathy was certain
that Betty was displaying the telltale symptoms of a woman who is afraid of
losing something of great value to her: her husband.
After a very pleasant evening, Ken and Kathy returned to Kathy's apartment.
It was nearly two o'clock and they were both tired. After taking off her
dress Kathy went into the bathroom. Ken could hear the noises as he undressed
and entered the bathroom. 'What a joy to have facilities large enough for two
to use at the same time!' Ken thought. He looked at Kathy lovingly. As
usual, she was nude and was brushing her teeth at the sink. He washed,
brushed his teeth, and took her in his arms. Again, like the morning could
it have been only a single day? he carried her to the bed. This time,
though, he laid her gently on the bed and lay beside her. As he gently took
her in his arms and held her, he could feel his arousal from their close
contact. While he felt for her moist spot, she spread her legs to make his
access easier. She was wet already. Slowly, he straddled her and moved his
phallus towards her moist cunt and entered it. The previous times had been a
near-frenzy. This time it was slow and lovely. She arched her back and
hooked her ankles around his neck to get the greatest possible penetra tion.
As he moved in her, she started to moan softly. Deliberately, he moved in and
out while her hips moved slowly in the tempo. He could feel that he was close
to release and slowed his move ments as Kathy had done earlier. He looked
into her face and saw a beautiful smile. "You're wonderful," she whispered.
The movements continued. He could feel her movements speeding up while the
flow of her internal juices increased. Suddenly, he let go in a flood. Her
pelvis was bucking in a frenzy as she, too, let loose a flood of fluid that
nearly drowned his cock. She lowered her legs and they lay side by side.
Almost immediately, they fell asleep in each other's arms.
Ken awakened in the morning to find Kathy standing next to him fully
dressed. "Come on, lazy-bones, we're going to church." Ken was surprised,
but said nothing. He took a shower, shaved, and got dressed. Going out to
the kitchen, he found Kathy had breakfast on the counter waiting for him.
After eating, Kathy led him down to the garage and then backed the car out.
Driving back towards the apartment after church, Ken looked around and
sighed. It was a magnificent early Spring day in Tidewater without a cloud in
the sky. While stopped at a traffic light, Kathy looked over at him. "Okay,
where are we going to play?"
Ken, looking like the little kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar,
grinned sheepishly. "Play what? What are you talking about?"
"Golf, silly. You have all the symptoms of a junkie deprived of his
regular fix. Where are we going to play?"
"What do you mean, play? You can't play golf like that. You're dressed
for church."
"Hah! My clothes and clubs are in the trunk. For the third time, where
are we playing?"
Ken gave up the act and grinned. "How would the course at the Officers'
Club be? But with the weather so nice, though, we might have quite a wait."
Kathy smiled. "I have another idea. Why don't we swing by your club, pick
up your things and play at mine? I belong to a private club nearby."
"Do you think we can get out?"
"Since our tee-time reservation is for an hour from now, I'm sure we can,"
Kathy replied.
Ken, still trying to salvage something from the exchange, asked her, "How
did you know I play golf, or would want to play?"
"Because, silly, it's as nice a day for golf as we will ever find. Any
golfer would want to be out, and you look like a golfer to me."
Driving up to Kathy's club, an attendant came rushing out to greet her.
"Good afternoon, Miss Smith. May I take your clubs? Will you be walking or
riding today?"
"Thank you, Jack. Commander Stark and I will be walking. Could you see
that he is set up in the men's locker room?"
They met a few minutes later on the practice tee. Kathy was already
hitting balls with a very fluid swing. After loosening up, Ken started
hitting balls starting with his wedge and working up through his bag. When he
got to his driver he was pounding the ball almost off the range. Kathy
stepped back and admired his shots which were ripping off the club head with a
small draw adding to the distance.
The caddies were waiting for them on the first tee. Kathy turned to him,
"Since this is my home course I won't even ask you to give me strokes, but
what are we going to play for?" The idea of an even match with a girl had
never occurred to Ken. He didn't know what to say. Kathy looked at him.
"I'll tell you what. If you win, the $2,000 in your wallet is doubled. If I
win, you give me one wish. It will easily be in your power to grant. Fair?"
"Sounds fine to me. You're on."
Before they had finished the match word of it had spread to the clubhouse
and they had attracted a gallery. Ken's drives were straight and more than
250 yards off the tee. Although Kathy's were shorter, she was still hitting
hers over two hundred yards. But what she was losing off the tee she was
making up around the greens. She was deadly. After seventeen holes the match
was even with both golfers at one under par.
The eighteenth hole was a 460-yard par five played to an elevated green.
Ken led off and hit his best drive of the day. It was over 300 yards, leaving
him only 150 yards to the pin. Kathy also crashed one nearly 250 yards.
After studying her position on the fairway she took her three wood. Her swing
was straight from a golf video. The ball cleared the lip in front of the
green and disappeared from sight in the direction of the pin.
Ken approached his ball, selected a six iron, swung and pulled his shot.
It reached the green, but was well to the left of the pin. They walked up the
hill together. "Where on earth did you learn to play golf like this? Do you
realize I'm playing the best round of my life against a girl I outweigh by
about 100 pounds, and we're still even?"
Kathy smiled up at him. "It's a simple game. After all, the ball just
sits there on the ground looking at you. It's not even moving. Besides, you
got me warmed up yesterday." Her eyes glistened with love.
"Thanks a lot," Ken grinned resisting the temptation to take her into his
arms. "My regular partners who have trouble breaking ninety on their best
days would kill you if they heard you say that. But I love you anyway."
Ken's ball was on the left edge of the green. He had a forty-five-foot
putt with a sharp left-to-right break on the green. After carefully lining it
up, he stroked the ball firmly. Although his line looked good at first, the
green broke more than he expected. His ball passed below the cup and stopped
about three feet away. Kathy's ball was about twelve feet beyond the pin. It
was a very difficult putt, downhill, with a right-to-left break. She lined it
up carefully and stroked the ball firmly. The ball, following the contours of
the green that she had read perfectly, dropped solidly into the center of the
cup for an eagle three. Ken, although he had already lost the match, stepped
up to his ball and sank his putt for a four. Ignoring the cheering spectators
surrounding the green, he took Kathy in his arms and kissed her. Her back was
wet from sweat and her face glistened. She put her arms around his neck as
their kiss lingered. Meanwhile, the cheering increased in volume. Finally he
let her go and whispered, "That was great. It was the best round of golf I
ever played: two under par. And I lose to a girl! I'll never live it down."
He faked a grimace. Kathy, with her face hidden by Ken's bulk, stuck out her
tongue.
After showering at the club, they returned to the apartment. Ken sprawled
on the couch. "Not so fast," Kathy said. "There's a small matter of our
wager. You lost!"
"I remember. One wish. You mean you want it now?"
"I sure do," Kathy replied archly. "You are going to be my slave for the
rest of the day. Take off your clothes."
Ken stripped off his clothes, looking at her. "Are you serious? I'm
afraid you are. You want to get even for the spanking."
"Slave Ken, bring me a Sam Adams." she commanded imperiously.
Ken returned with the cold beer. "You may have one, too, if you like. But
only one."
Ken returned with his beer and went to sit beside her. "Remain standing,
slave. Better yet, kneel on the floor." Ken knelt and drank his beer.
"Slave, undress me." Kathy rose gracefully from the sofa and stood in front
of him. With trembling hands he carefully undressed her. As the clothing
came off, once again her glistening beauty was revealed. Kathy had an idea in
mind. When she was as naked as he was, she left the room and came back a few
moments later with a feather quill. She ordered Ken, "Spread your legs
slightly, stand up straight, and don't move."
She took the feather and started to run it over his chest, then his back.
She played with it over his buttocks as he continued to stand. Kathy watched
as his erection grew as large as it could possibly get. Yet it continued to
increase in size! Finally, using both the feather and its tip, Kathy turned
her attention to his genitals while kneeling in front of him. Ken's body was
starting to shake from his sexual tension. "You're not standing still," she
said sharply. She continued to tease his organ, while the strain was showing
on his face. His body was crying for release but all she was doing was
further exciting him. He longed for release between her thighs, but failing
that, release through masturbation. She continued to torment him. Finally,
his system couldn't take it any longer. He erupted in spurts. Kathy, still
on her knees caught it in her mouth. He came in torrents, with most of it
going into her mouth but also spraying her face, her hair, and her breasts.
When his orgasm finally subsided, Ken realized that Kathy was shaking. He
looked down and could see moisture running down her legs. Orders or not, he
collapsed on the floor. "Please, Kathy. Never again. I don't think I could
survive."
That night was like the previous night, one of the most tender lovemaking.
Ken was on a voyage of exploration on the body of this glorious girl he had
found, or who had found him. When Kathy fell asleep, her head was on his
shoulder so he reached his hand around her body and gently cupped her breast.
She made a small mewing sound and snuggled her body even closer to his. Ken
fell asleep that way.
* * *
On Monday morning, Ken awakened in Kathy's bed. Having the facility of
being able to set his mind like an alarm clock he awakened at five-thirty,
since he had to take a cab back to the base in time to be back on board by
0800. The bed beside him was empty. He went into the bathroom, shaved,
showered, dressed, and went into the kitchen to find Kathy with another
beautiful breakfast ready for him to eat. She was wearing a flannel bathrobe.
After eating, Ken looked at her. "May I see you again, Kathy? Soon?"
Kathy opened her bathrobe and held it spread wide like the curtains on a
stage, revealing her gorgeous body. "Is this soon enough?" she grinned. Ken
moved towards the telephone. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"Calling a taxi to get back to the base."
"Don't bother, I'll be ready in a second." As good as her word, she was
back in the kitchen, struggling to button a pair of Levi's that fit like a
second skin. She had on a windbreaker and held her car keys. Ken couldn't
resist. He had to give that lovely little ass a spank, and was rewarded with
the little pink tongue being stuck out at him.
When they arrived on the pier, Ken looked solemnly at Kathy. "Kathy Smith,
who are you, anyway?"