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Soft, for Katie (MF, affair)
by Friend7@webtv.net (Long Lost)
Date: 1998
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Katie and I worked together at a consulting firm. I was now 31, an old
man in this college town. She was 20. And perfect. In every way. Her
hair was a mixture of gold dust and fresh sand. It was long and spiral
permed. At first glance she brought images to one's mind of a buxom
young woman, riding a unicorn of pure white, Her hair draped over her
breasts to hide her nipples. Katie's hips were small, but there was just
a hint of curvature that was all woman. Her face was soft and a
pleasure to look at. Her lips rosy and full on the bottom. Her breasts
were amazingly huge for her frame , but she carried them perfectly. They
sloped down and forward, yet firm. She was only 20. And perfect.
I had not always thought so of Katie. Oh , I'm sure she didn't care. She
being 20, available, gorgeous, and her eyes wide open to the future. Me
31, a daughter, a wife. a gut to boot. Sure, in my younger days, I may
have had a chance. No, lets be real. I had no hope at any age with this
goddess. LOL So from afar, in our different departments, I'd neatly
labled her a bitch. She had to be stuck up. Boy was I wrong.
Changes in management brought us to not only working in the same area,
but the same Project. I stayed professional, and treated her with
respect, despite what I thought. She had the most knowledge on our team,
so I had to listen close to her every word. Slowly I began to see her
true colors.
Well , we ARE in the south, so I should have known. Katie was a southern
belle at heart. Sweet, not dumb at all, and firm in her decisions. I
guessed she had to be, so no one would second guess her. Now our dress
code was business, but Katie seemed to wear what she wanted. On her days
off- oh those were the best ! Sure I only saw her IF she dropped by,
but it well worth it !! Those hot summers in georgia brought out the
best in Katie. No doubt she'd drop by in some cut off Levis, wayyy too
short for Southern Baptists. And a v-neck tee from the Gap. God she
looked great in purple.
Talk about cleavage from heaven !! And she'd lean back against a desk
or car, posing, but acting like she didn't know she was making me cream
in my boxers. She'd just talk about the project and stuff we had to do.
I suffered. I truly did.
One evening, working late, I paused to check my email from my friend
Matt in california. He'd sent me a dirty joke, as usual. Just as I
finished reading it, I heard a small chuckle behind me. Spinning my head
fast, I stared directly into Katie's twin towers. She was leaning
forward, with her hands on the back of my chair. Her slender arms pushed
together. Like her perfect mounds needed any help. Can't say I didn't
instantly spring to life. I did. My face also turned red. I deleted the
message and apologized. She just laughed. She said not to worry and
smiled some more. I love her smile. The joke had been about blowjobs.
She asked if thats what married men want. I tried to act cool and deny
it. She tilted her head at me and said low, " All men want is for ME to
suck their cocks ! " Then she licked her lips wet. They really shined in
the office lighting. I stammered, stuttered, and shook nervously. But
mostly I was hard.
She spoke again , softly, " But....they have to pay the price. "
" And what is that?" , I thought quickly, wondering how much of our
savings I could tap into and get away with. ALL of it, I thought !! You
know how fast a mind works. I was spinning this wild scenario in my head
about running off to Mexico with her.
" A body rub " Katie said. " A body rub is what I like . "
I went limp. I looked confused. She must have noticed.
" See " , she explained, " every guy wants this and that. I've dated all
these boys and frat boys and while it's ok, they never give my body
special attention. You know the last time someone rubbed my back and
feet for me? My sister would, only after I rubbed hers. And thats when
we had to share a room, like 6 years ago."
My head was reeling. I manged to say I would rub her back for her. She
just laughed. not at me, she said.
" Your wife would kill us both."
" She don't have to know. Some week night, I'll tell her I have to work
late. Then I'll show you a back rub. I rub hers all the time. We wont
even have to DO anything. " I was trying my damnedest to make it sound
casual, like no big deal. Then I told her to think about it. No biggie.
I also used psychology on her, by saying how I was mature enough to
handle it, why couldn't she?
Someone came by for some info at that time, and we had to get back to
work. The whole scene was only seconds. But in that time, we'd gone
light years. I thought so, anyway.
Weeks went by. I started to feel like maybe she was mad about the whole
thing. But work had us in different areas, nothing personal.
One evening, leaving together, I escorted her to her car. We just sorta
chatted. I brought up that conversation. She tried dancing around it. I
didn't wanna push it, so I changed the subject. i asked about her
boyfriend. She tried to say "Oh same ole b.s." , but her eyes said more.
I started inquiring as to what was wrong. She went on to tell me how he
was never gonna commit to their relationship. He was never gonna set a
date. The usual stuff for a couple that age. The more she talked , the
more sad she got. She was about to cry. I reached out and hugged her
close. She just let me, not really hugging back. She started sobbing ,
loudly against my chest. She was much shorter than me, at least a foot,
and her head rested firmly between my arms. I could feel those great
breasts and their roundness pushing against my body. My manhood arose
again in her presence. Her hair smelled sweet and fresh, like a summer
day after a sun shower. She seemed so tiny beneath me. After a few
moments, I suggested we go get a beer and calm down. She said we
couldn't , cuz she was underage, but her room mates had some at home and
we could go there. I volunteered to drive and she said she'd just pick
up her car the next day.
As I made my way to her apartment, she talked. The more she talked, the
closer we got. I felt she really trusted me. Soon we were in her
apartment.