Well, there was something he really needed, but he couldn't ask her that.
“Why don't you sit down and relax, Katrina,” he offered her a seat; she sat down on his wife’s chair.
He looked at her, his focus on her breasts but she couldn't see that due to his dark sunglasses.
HER BREAST
She reached for them, removed them and said, “I cannot see what you are looking at when you have the glasses on,” she giggled.
“I need to know what part of my body a man is interested in,” she giggled again.
“Really, and what part do you think I was looking at?” he asked her.
She looked at him, looked around the pool area, and looked back at the house.
She slipped one strap off her bathing suit, off her shoulder and let it fall. Nearly all of her right breast above the nipple was exposed.
She looked at him, knowing how wildly excited he would be at this raw display of exhibitionism.
“If you want to see more of my breast,” she said, “You will have to make that step, Sir.” She smiled warmly.
His heart was racing, his eyes on her right breast.
He so ached to touch her.
He wanted to reach out and cup her small breast in his hand.
He could see her nipple bursting to break open the fabric of her swimsuit.
There is something about a woman’s breast and how driven a man is to touch it, to feel it in his hands. He was no different; he was dying to touch her boob.
The sexual tension between them was high. She had set the challenge and was waiting for his move.
Her breast was there in front of him and within reach, to see it all he had only to flick the fabric above her nipple, and allow her right breast to swing free.
He looked into her eyes, her gorgeous green eyes. He looked at her face; her skin was soft and freckled.
He reached out and brushed her cheek, she responded, moving her face towards his hand.
She was such a sexually intelligent soul.
He ran his finger from her cheek to her lips.
They were painted red, bright red.
He ran his finger across her upper lip; it glistened and trembled with anticipation.
Her mouth opened slightly, his finger coursed its way across the expanse of her mouth.
Her lips moistened from excitement.
She opened her mouth; he let his finger touch the inside of her lip.
She sucked tenderly and ever so lightly on his finger.
He watched as she took it in her mouth, and he fantasized, he imagined it was his cock.
Her eyes were fixed on his, she touched his cheek, and he kissed her finger.
He let his finger trace its way onto her chin and downward, then followed it as it moved further down to the top of her chest.
He circled softly between her breasts, at the top of her cleavage, she closed her eyes, and she was his.
This was beyond the point of return; he knew that, he knew he was already emotionally committed.
He knew from what he could see in her eyes that they were already connected through time and space, he knew this chapter had already been written by fate, that they were just acting their parts.
He felt internal warmth, realizing that this was special.
His finger touched the fabric above her nipple; he took it in his fingers. Her eyes were on his, her nipple standing so hard.
He pulled the fabric towards himself and then lowered it a few inches.
Her right breast fell free, small and firm, with a large dark nipple looking for his attention.
He was so aroused, as was she, obviously.
Their faces closed in, their lips destined to meet.
He could smell her perfume, her hair, and her lips.
Their lips brushed against each other’s softly.
Her eyes held such depth, such a depth of emotion, he swam in them.
Their mouths played with each others, soft, momentary touches, slight explorations, seeking the right moment for full engagement.
He took her exposed breast in his hand and cupped it. He felt its weight, its warmth, it's sensuality. She moaned.
He was drawn to her breast.
Their mouths intertwined and explored each other’s. Her moist lips sucked his tongue.
Suddenly she pulled away, “Darling, what if your wife has not left yet, I think we should wait until she leaves.”
She kissed him, put her breast away into her swimsuit and stood and checked that she was respectable.
Then she looked down at him, patted the front of his pants down and said, “And you should become respectable too,” she giggled. He loved that giggle of hers.
“I will go and make sure your wife has everything and that she has gone.”
She walked off with her very sexy bottom wiggling in front of his eyes.
Phew, what was happening, what was happening between him and this woman? He couldn't believe how intensely he wanted Katrina. He hoped she was feeling the same way.
SEX
He walked back to the house, and his meeting with destiny. He walked into the house; his wife appeared to have left.
Katrina stood in the middle of the kitchen, waiting.
He walked toward her slowly and stood inches from her.
He knew he had to make the first move, he was the man and he was the employer.
So he put his arms around her and held her close.
He kissed her cheek, she turned her mouth towards him and their mouths touched.
His body tingled with excitement, as though it was the first time he had ever kissed a girl.
She pulled away for a moment and removed her bathing suit straps.
She looked at his eyes as her breasts felt free.
He looked at her gorgeous breasts, he needed them, and he had to have them. He reached for one breast, held it in his hand and moved forward and kissed it softly. He felt her body respond.
They were like young lovers.
The sexual tension was building; the hunger would soon overtake them.
She decided everything for them. She pushed her bathing suit down further; she exposed her belly, and then her sex. The skin shivered from the excitement. The bathing suit fell to her ankles and she stood there naked before him.
She stepped out of the bathing suit and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with determination.
“Please take me, my love,” she whispered into my ear. “I need you, I want you inside me.”
She put her fingers down into his bathers and pulled out her prize.
She stroked him and looked down at it.
She turned and bent over the kitchen table, she offered herself to him.
They didn't need words now, he took her and eased himself into her, they became one, their bodies connected, their minds connected, their spirits connected. He couldn't ever remember feeling intensity such as this.
He made love to her slowly, his cock moving in and out of her body, she responded to every movement.
His hands held her breasts; they were still deliciously cool from her swim in the pool.
“Cum inside me my love, I want you so much.”
As she urged him, he held her tight and then came powerfully.
“Oh yes my love, oh yes, so beautiful, come inside me.”
She clenched his penis with her body, milking all his seed into her blissful tightness.
They held each other and kissed.
She looked into his eyes, “I love you Brian,” she said tenderly.
Without any hesitation he whispered to her, “I love you too, Katrina.”
They hugged and stood there in the middle of the kitchen naked, and far too innocent.
Outside the window, hidden from view of the new lovers, his wife smiled to herself, her plan was working.
She walked back up the road to where she had parked her car and drove off to her lover’s home, where she planned on staying the night.
; She melted into the arms of her secret lover; they went to bed and made passionate love.
Afterwards, she called her husband, “Hello darling, something has come up and I am going to stay here tonight, one of the girls needs a bit of emotional support.”
She giggled as she hung up.
At the other end of the line her husband was ecstatic.
He told Katrina about the phone call, and then they walked upstairs, hand in hand, and spent the night in her bed, a night of uncontrolled passion and love.
By the next morning he was so completely infatuated with Katrina that he would do anything to be with her.
He wanted to spend as much time as he could with her, and it seemed that he was in luck because his wife was spending a lot of time away from home.
It was perfect.
For months they made love at every opportunity, spent all their spare time together.
And then one day she sat Brian down and said she has some important news for him.
“Darling, I am not sure if there is an easy way to say this but you know all that wild love we have been making over the past few months, well, there is a consequence, I am pregnant.”
He look at her, he was stunned.
Then he reached out to her and held Katrina and said, “I love you my darling, I will marry you and look after you.”
“I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
She beamed and hugged up him close, “Oh Brian,” she said and then started to cry.
“But you are married my love, you can't marry me as well.”
“That's ok,” he said, “I will speak to her and get a divorce.”
In Brian’s view of the world it was all so simple.
How wrong he was.
MURDER!
The next day he told his wife he wanted to talk to her, it was Katrina’s day off and she had gone to the city for some shopping and a doctor’s appointment.
He took a deep breath and then began.
He decided on the simple and direct approach.
“For the past few months,” he said, “I have been having an affair with Katrina.”
He found it odd that his wife didn't really show any reaction.
She smiled at him and said, “Yes I know that dear.”
“I am fully aware of your affair with your Irish slut.”
He bristled at her tone and language, so condescending.
“You see darling, I arranged it so the affair would happen.”
His jaw dropped.
“What do you mean?” he asked slowly.
“Well darling, you are always crapping on about sex and having a maid and all your shit about sex, so I decided to let you have a maid. I made sure she was sexy and available and would fall for you, and I gave you both the opportunity to be together.”
“But why?” Brian asked, still not able to figure it all out.
“Oh my god, you are so naive and innocent, aren't you?”
“I have been having an affair for the past six months and I figured the best way to get my own free time was for you to have your own bit of pussy.”
Brian’s eyes popped out of his head.
He didn't know what to say, but instead of thinking before opening his mouth he blurted out, “She is pregnant!”
His wife stopped her gloating and stared at him, “Oh, my god, you are such a stupid fuck, aren't you?”
“You couldn't be content just poking her silly little cunt, you had to make her pregnant and fuck everything up.”
“I should have known, an Irish woman wouldn't use contraceptives!”
“Oh you are such a silly boy.”
She stood there thinking for a moment, then she turned to him and said, “Leave it with me, I will fix it up.”
Then she stormed off shaking her head.
Brian was stunned, and now he had no idea what to do.
That evening when Katrina arrived back home he spoke to her and discussed the incident with his wife.
He hugged her, confirmed his love for her and told her it would be ok.
Unfortunately the next day he had to leave for the continent for a few days business.
He reassured her and said he would be back as soon as he could.
It was the last time he saw her.
When he returned from his trip to Europe he found that Katrina had disappeared. His wife met him at the doorway and told him that Katrina had gone. Brian rushed to Katrina’s room, all her clothes were gone.
There was no note, nothing to tell him what had happened.
He couldn't understand it.
He looked at his wife.
“Don’t look at me,” she said, “all I did was have a bit of a talk with her.”
“Yeh, right,” he said, “you probably paid her off.”
“Oh don't be a jerk,” she said,” I did what needed to be done to solve this problem”. Then she stormed off.
“I am going to see Henry,” she said, “and I won't be back tonight. You can sit here pulling yourself off, as per usual.”
Once she was gone, he went back to Katrina’s room, he couldn't understand it.
And then in the corner of the room he found some blood on the floor.
He was shocked.
He edged out of the room and ran for the phone.
He called the police, and told them of Katrina’s disappearance and the blood on the floor.
That evening flew by, the police came, questioned him, checked his statements, took samples of blood and fingerprints from around the room.
Then they went to find his wife.
By dawn, she had been arrested with the murder of Katrina.
After this, Brian went through his life like an automaton.
He couldn't function without Katrina; his wife was pushed through the legal system and found guilty of Katrina’s murder. He divorced her.
He decided to take long leave from work with a view to retiring sometime in the next year; once he could get his life started again.
He looked a wreck; to his friends he was completely lost.
He had no life left.
Every now and then he would just disappear, for weeks on end and everybody just felt pity for him.
They encouraged him to find a new woman to start a new life but he said that he couldn’t, he just didn't have the heart to try again.
His friends became concerned as he became more and more reclusive.
He disappeared from his normal life more and more.
Then one day he sat down with a few close friends and told them of his plans to move to Australia and start again.
They all thought it was a great idea and encouraged him to move on with his life.
He was pleased that he had their support and assured them that once he was settled in Down Under he would contact them and let them know how he was going.
He shook hands with them all and exchanged good wishes. They didn’t really expect to hear from him again.
Over the next month he closed his bank accounts, sold the house and cashed up completely.
Then he left.
LOVE
The woman with the long blond hair entered the supermarket for her weekly shopping. She greeted the staff and exchanged views on the weather.
She said her husband was returning after a long work stint overseas. They were all most excited for her.
She pushed her trolley down the aisles humming to herself and wiggling her hips, she was feeling so excited about her evening.
She paid for her goods with cash, she always used cash, and waved the girls goodbye.
“Goodbye luv,” said the store owner, “We hope it goes well for you tonight, Georgina.” She winked knowingly.
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