Caught

[Sensual_Goddess]

It was getting hotter in the kitchen by the minute. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Carson picking up the table to move it. The bend of his elbow was achingly familiar. That twinge in my calf ached softly. I was starting to feel dizzy. It wasn't just from the heat. I saw him hesitate at the window, size up the view. Now all that was left was for me to fill in the details.

So I had seen him, well, okay watched him yesterday. I don't think he left the window open on purpose; I just happened to be looking over at an opportune moment. I have always had pretty decent timing. Perhaps I could work that into my confession and apology.

He didn't seem horrified when he turned around,which was a good sign. I picked up the plates and handed one to him. Shane was still busy picking at the tiny crumbs he had missed. He was oblivious to the situation brewing. He had already made his contribution by scampering out the door this morning, The rest was up to me.

I handed him a plate and walked to the sofa. I put my own plate down on the table and waited for him to sit down beside me. My hands were trembling, but I wasn't so much scared as excited. I had never had to confess like this before. The look on his face told me he already knew. These next few moments would determine if he was creeped out or not. He didn't look creeped out, but of course, I didn't know him all that well. Not at all, really.

"The view from your place is certainly better than it is from mine."

"There was no mention of the view in my lease, but I think I may have the best one here," I said.

That was a good beginning. Compliments were always a good start to an apology. I didn't waste my momentum.

"I have a, a...confession," I continued. "It has to do with how I broke my table. I was lying when I said I broke it while I was putting up my curtains. I wasn't standing on the table, I was sitting on it. Sitting on it, watching you, um, well, do you remember what you were doing late yesterday afternoon?"

I wanted to say how could you forget, right? I know I won't forget for awhile! I got so completely caught up in having a mutual orgasm with you that I rocked my little table to fucking bits!

My heart was racing in my chest and I felt a little short of breath, but I felt better to have gotten it out in the open, mostly, anyway. My toes curled up tight in my slippers as I struggled to keep his gaze. I couldn't wait to hear his take on events.

The hard part was over...or was it?

 

[downhomeguy]

Taking the plate that she offered me, I thanked her and turned towards the living room. Walking around the edge of the table, I put the plate down and took a seat. Despite the size of the couch, we were sitting close together; our bodies were just inches apart as we crowded around the small end table.

"There was no mention of the view in my lease, but I think I may have the best one here."

It was a cryptic statement for my equally enigmatic compliment.

"I wasn't standing on the table, I was sitting on it. Sitting on it, watching you, um, well, do you remember what you were doing late yesterday afternoon?"

"Of course I remember", I wanted to say. "Oh, are you talking about when I was watching the History Channel? Or were you referring to the the point in the evening that I stripped down naked, spread out between the couch and table, and thrust into my hands until my entire body was convulsing?" I knew better than to say that though; this probably wasn't the time for sarcasm.

"Yeahhh," I said, dragging the word out. "I sort of worked it out by now that you must have seen me."

I felt my neck and cheeks flush; of course I had figured out that she knew, but hearing her say it was another beast entirely. It was also a little surprising to hear that she had been sitting on the table. That meant it hadn't just been a passing glance.

"Believe me, it's not something I've ever done before." A bead of sweat ran down the back of my neck. "If I had known that the blinds were open, I never would have done it."

While waiting for her to speak, I began to picture the table immediately in front of us being pulled up to the window; I thought about her sitting on it, peaking between the curtains as I stroked myself in full view. I thought about her pinching her nipples through her shirt; maybe after awhile she reached down and pulled her panties to the side...my thighs screamed for more, but my head told me to stop. That would be a fine way to make my case: "I swear, I never do that...just ignore the massive erection I have right now."

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

"You've never, um, hmm...never?" I asked a bit incredulously.
Then I realized he meant had never done it with the blinds open. I had to laugh out loud at my first assumption. Right!

His face turned pink then red. I could see his pulse throbbing in his neck. I had an almost impossible to deny urge to run my finger along that artery, follow it down to where it disappeared behind his collar bone, then take a bite. Right there, where that bead of sweat had just disappeared. If I had been brave enough to look him in the eye, I think he would have been able to read my mind, know exactly what I was thinking.

I squeezed my toes tightly, hoping to distract my thoughts. Was this the time to admit the view had had more than a passing effect on me?

I didn't get to see the very end for you. You see, I got a little...okay, not a little, but very aroused watching you. My table might have survived had I not been concentrating so hard on having, shall we say, a mutual event? Then, even after the show was over, I carried you off into my dreams.

Confession did nothing to tame my desire for you. I had thought maybe it was just some stranger attraction thing, but that was completely not true. The longer I sat here just looking at you, listening to your voice, the more I wanted. We were sitting close to each other, close enough for our knees to touch if I relaxed my thighs just like...just like that. Oh, that jolt that starts at the point of contact then courses through my entire body. I'm wondering what it feels like to you. I don't see how you could not feel the heat.

"So, now that you know, I hope you aren't too offended?" I asked, fairly certain I knew the answer.

 

[downhomeguy]

"You've never, um, hmm...never?"

"At least not with the blinds open," I said with a smile. When she laughed, I followed along.

I could still feel the heat radiating off of my neck. I knew that my embarrassment was obvious by the blood rushing to my face...still, better my face than my lower extremities. She was obviously embarrassed by the situation as well; the only times that she looked me in the eye seemed to be by accident. I knew that if she would lock eyes with me, the lust building inside would be apparent.

Then our legs brushed together, only adding fuel to the fire that was burning inside of me. It felt like every nerve ending in my body was focused on that one point of contact, screaming out at the rest of my body. If a simple touch felt like that, I couldn't fathom what it would feel like to have more of her against me...our skin coated with sweat, bodies wrapped together, flesh aching with a thirst that could only be slaked by an intense moment of passion.

"So, now that you know, I hope you aren't too offended?"

"Not at all," I smiled. "If anything, I'm a little embarrassed."

I thought that if there was a time to be bold, it was probably now. I needed to know what she meant when she said she had been watching me, not just that she had seen me. I didn't think that the air in the room could be any more uncomfortable, so I swung for the fences. I tried to think of a way to frame it in a way that didn't implicate anything in particular.

"So...what exactly were you doing on the table?"

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

"So...what exactly were you doing on the table?"

The question caught me off guard. Hadn't I just told him what I was doing? Maybe not in detail, but...oh! Was I ready to share my whole story? I had gotten to see his whole story, well, almost...didn't he have the right to hear mine?

You see, I was sitting on the table. No, I don't always do my moving in chores in the nude, but what can I say? You inspired me! Anyway, I was sitting on the table with my legs spread, ankles wrapped around the table's legs, two fingers buried inside me while my thumb rolled in circles over my wet, swollen clit. When I saw you start to stroke with both hands, well, that's what really got me going! Pretty soon my ass was sliding in a pool of sweat and, with as wet as I was, I'm sure that contributed to the slick surface, too. I was trying to keep focused on you, and that's when I missed the warning sounds from the table. I did have a pretty great orgasm, thank you for that! But I missed your big finish when the table broke. Cut my leg, landed on my ass. My very first sex injury, and no one around to kiss it and make it better!

I pulled my knee away from his, certain the heat had to be burning through his flesh, too. Absentmindedly, I reached down and ran my finger along the rough line where the jagged table edge had dug into my flesh. I might as well have fingered a nipple for the sensation it caused. Damn it was hot in here all of a sudden!

"I might have been engaged in a similar activity as you," I said, and finally looked into his eyes again.

There. It was out there. Mostly out there. Details could be saved for later. I'm sure his imagination was able to fill in the gaps, anyway. Isn't fantasy supposed to be reality's pretty sister? No reason to bring up blood, sweat, and tears to mar whatever he had conjured up in his head. His performance had been all hot and exotic; very much like a scene from an erotic movie. No reason to queue up the laugh track just yet.

Shane had a different idea, though. He sauntered into the living room and rolled over on his back at the corner of the couch. When I reached down to rub his belly, he swatted at me. Here, let's play with this instead! his actions seemed to say as he brought his paw from under the sofa, the thong I had shed the previous night attached to his claws. So much for avoiding the laughter.

"I guess he just wanted to make sure I told you the truth," I said. "I think he likes you."

 

[downhomeguy]

I felt her leg move away from mine, and instantly wished that it would return. I saw her reach down and touch the back of her leg; no doubt feeling the cut that had marked her the night before. It appeared to be an absentminded action, more of a reflex that I had caused by mentioning the table that had cut her.

"I might have been engaged in a similar activity as you."

When she said what I had been dying to hear, a lump rose in the back of my throat. Why couldn't I have looked over? The fantasy in my head at the time had felt very real, and led to a mind-numbing climax. Had I just turned my head a little to the side, just enough to see her through the blinds and across the courtyard, it may have very well killed me. The image of her sitting on the table in front of the window returned; I pictured her knees spread, her entire body devoid of any clothing. With every stroke she saw me make, her fingers dipped between her thighs and elicited moans simultaneous with my own. What I wouldn't give to have been seated on the table under her, my hands around her waist and my cock buried deep inside of her.

For the second time in less than a day, the thoughts in my head were becoming too real for my body to handle. I could feel my cock twitching in my shorts, and immediately began to try and flush the prurient thoughts out of my mind. Then I saw her reach down to pet Shane, only for him to roll over with a thong in tow.

"I think he likes you."

"I guess so," I said, laughing.

When she turned to pet him, I caught another glimpse of the scratch down her calf.

"So...I guess in the grand scheme of things, I'm partially responsible for your unfortunate injuries." I motioned towards her leg so that if she didn't understand what I was referring to and looked at me, she would see me pointing towards the red mark.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

Shane had his head in my thong and was using his back paws to try and remove it. I tried to ignore him, knowing if I reached to assist he would just make a bigger scene. Not that we've fought over my underwear often, but he likes to help me fold laundry. It's usually best to let him tire of the game on his own. I don't know if it just seemed to be taking an unusually long time because of the audience, or if he really was dragging it out for Carson's benefit.

Hey, aren't these the panties you tossed aside yesterday? You know, the ones you were wearing when you were doing what Carson is imagining now! You know the ones! These ones!

"So...I guess in the grand scheme of things, I'm partially responsible for your unfortunate injuries."

Unfortunate? I don't know that I would go so far as to say that. I ran my finger down the length of the raised scratch and felt what was becoming a familiar twinge down in my belly, then lower. Is it possible to develop new erogenous zones? I wondered. Maybe I just didn't know about that one, and the disruption in the flesh made it stand out. I tried it on my other leg, and while it tickled, it wasn't the same.

"I don't think you were so much responsible as a contributing factor," I said. "In fact, you kept me from standing on that wobbly table, which probably kept me from hurting myself worse than I did. Maybe I should be thanking you?"

And just how would I like to thank you? I have already offered you breakfast, which is still untouched on the table in front of us. The eggs were overdone, anyway.

I could sit on the table in front of you, show you what I was doing when the other table met its demise. And you know, if you wanted to reenact your part here on my sofa, well, that wouldn't bother me at all. Not that you owe me any favors, of course. I know what watching you from across the courtyard did to me; I'm almost afraid of what might happen watching you up close. Almost...

My conscience was screaming at me, You are acting like a complete slut!!! but I couldn't hear her over the moans of desire roaring in my ears. I knew if I looked at you, you would hear them too, but couldn't keep from looking at you.

I caught a glimpse of Shane first, though, and damn it if he didn't side track me. He had worked the front of the thong down over his face, so his eyes were both visible now over the triangle of cloth. He looked like some sort of masked super hero, or at the very least, a spokescat for thongs.

Pussies think they're great, and and cats love 'em too!

 

[downhomeguy]

Watching Shane roll around on the floor, his claws hooked in the fabric of her previously discarded panties, made me wonder if she had ever ever bothered to put another pair on. And how had they gotten under the couch to begin with? She must have taken them off after she saw me; I could see her standing at the window, peeking through the blinds as she slowly lowered them over her hips and exposed her entire body to the cool air in the apartment...although if she had been feeling even remotely like me, the cool air in the apartment would have been feeling warm and heavy by that point. I saw her run a finger down the length of her calf again.

"Maybe I should be thanking you?"

A lump rose in the back of my throat; something about the way she spoke. I could think of a few ways she could thank me...although I wasn't nearly bold enough yet to suggest any of them. I could always make the "you saw mine, now let me see yours" argument. But I knew that any suggestion of the sort would merely be a pretext for turning a solo performance into a duet. I was already having enough trouble keeping my hands to myself.

"No thanks necessary," I said with a smile. "The fact that you didn't call the police is more than enough."

I laughed when I saw Shane wearing the thong like a mask. He looked like he was about to rob a train.

"I'll tell you what."

Pushing down on the couch and scooting myself a few inches closer to her, I let my knee brush against her leg again. The feeling spread like a fire, coursing through my veins and setting my nerves on fire. The all-too-familiar feeling of my thighs and loins tingling returned. Clearing my throat, I raised my eyes to the side of her face again and spoke.

"Why don't you let me take a look at your leg, make sure it isn't infected or anything, and we'll call it even?" There was something about that scratch, something that made her run her hand along it every few minutes.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

Call the police? And say what? Officer, there is a naked man in the apartment across from me. How do I know he's naked? Because I can SEE him! I see him stroking himself in the twilight, I think I can see the sweat glistening on his skin. Just close the curtains? Are you insane?? Why would I do that?

Shane had gotten his head out of my thong, but it was still tangled in his legs. He rolled around and meowed until I finally reached down and plucked the straps from his paws. When he realized he was free, he was gone like a shot, leaving me holding the evidence. Thanks, Shane! How nonchalant could I be while holding my underwear? No pockets in my shorts, either. I wadded up the bright red cotton, which fit easily in my closed fist. Out of sight, out of mind? I sure hoped so.

The throbbing in my calf was not going away this time. When he scooted closer and rested his knee against my thigh I sighed heavily. The heat was indescribable. I looked down at his hands, resting between his knees as he leaned slightly forward. Did I dare allow him to touch me there? My mind screamed No no no!!! Thank the nice man and get on with your..well, whatever it is you need to do today. Need? I needed to be touched, yes, but I wasn't sure how my body would respond. I don't think I have the self restraint.

"Why don't you let me take a look at your leg, make sure it isn't infected or anything, and we'll call it even?"

"Um, sure, okay, that would be great," I heard myself speaking, but I sounded distant, far away. I could hear the voice in my head protesting, but I wasn't listening. I was listening to the blood rushing in my ears, a dull roar that drowned out the last bit of reason I had in me. Let him look! What can that hurt? Hurt, oh, that wasn't the word. What could it start? Did I want things to be "even?"

I ran my fingers down the scratch and felt that tingle, then ache flood my senses. If my touch could do that, what would his touch do? I imagined I was lying face down on the sofa, his fingers tracing the same line, from low on my calf, then behind my knee. The scratch wasn't that long, but there was nothing to stop him from running his hand up to my thighs, stopping just at my ass, asking May I? before letting his hand reach under my shorts. Yes, I had put on underwear last night, but in this fantasy my cheeks were bare. His hands warm, kneading my soft flesh while I moaned softly, yes, oh, that's nice...

"Hmm, let's see," I said as I stood, trying to figure out the best position for viewing my injury. "Where do you want me?"

 

[downhomeguy]

Watching her free Shane from his cotton prison, and the ensuing mad dash for freedom, I couldn't help but laugh. I was still aware of every bit of her skin that was brushing against my leg. I had to keep my hands together between my knees to prevent them from joining my knee against her thigh. I wanted to explore every inch of her creamy skin with my hands; every time I caught a glimpse of one of her curves, a burning desire would well up inside of me. Seeing her ball up the thong in her fist made me realize just how small it really was. In her fist, it was just an embarrassing piece of cloth; I'd bet that if it were pulled over her hips, though, it would suddenly become a component in a work of art. I saw Shane across the room, peaking around the wall as if to say "You're welcome."

"Um, sure, okay, that would be great."

For now, my hands would have to settle for her calf. I couldn't guarantee that I would be able to keep them there. Considering the circumstances, though, I reasoned that she wanted my hands on her as much as I did. I saw her touch her leg yet again; I would have bet that even if she was mindful of the feeling, she probably wasn't conscious of the fact that she had been doing consistently since the moment we sat down. When she stood up, I caught a glimpse of her shorts clinging to the curve of her ass.

I started to say "I'm not a doctor, but I did stay at a Holiday Inn last night." I quickly realized how unnecessarily cheesy that would sound. Despite the fact that she would no doubt get the joke, the humor usually worked best when the recipient hadn't seen the speaker in his apartment and naked the night before.

"Where do you want me?"

Despite knowing the context, hearing her say those words caused my cock to twitch. Sandwiched between me and the bed would be nice, as would bent over the arm of the couch; seated on the table in front of me would be good too, although it would be hard to justify either as a means of looking at the back of her leg unless she lifted it up in the air. That would hardly be the most efficient position for a medical examination, although it would certainly ease the burden on my imagination.

"It's up to you," I said. "Standing up, or on the couch if that would be more comfortable." I moved back over on the couch to make room...now that she was standing, there was no need for me to be where I was anymore.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

"Where do you want me?"

Really? The innuendo was so thick in here I could barely breathe. Where was Shane, my distractor, when I needed him most? He had been in the big middle of things until now. Ungrateful furball.

Now that I was standing, I committed myself to the position. How would this work best? I was standing just to his left; if I turned around, the scratch would be within easy reach. Even easier if I bent my knee and rested my foot on the couch. That way, I wasn't putting my ass directly in his face, which I thought might be a bit rude. I also wasn't sprawled out with a leg in the air. That was more than physically awkward.

I raised my foot behind me, and my hands went to my waist automatically, for balance, I guess. Though falling back onto his lap wouldn't be the worst thing. Certainly more pleasant than my fall the day before.

Oh, damn, I'd say and try to look as though I hadn't fallen on purpose. When I made a half-hearted attempt to get up, would you say something like maybe I can see better from here. See what? The scratch is on the back of my leg. No, see how you like this...

I loosened my grasp on the thong in my hand, and it fell before I could regain my grip. It landed in the floor between his feet at the very moment his fingers made contact with the back of my leg. It had to have brushed his leg on its way to the floor. The rush of blood from my head to, well, other places, made me dizzy for a moment. I heard "ohhhhh," escape my lips. Not quite a moan, not quite a sigh, but a necessary outlet for my physical response to his touch on that rough line of skin up the back of my calf.

"Just leave that there, I'm sure Shane will snatch it up soon enough," I said quickly, biting my lip to stifle another whimper as his finger glided gently up the ridge.

I had been right. His touch there was almost more than I could take. He was probably going to think it hurt from my noisy response to the barely there pressure of his fingers. That might be the best, to let him think that for now.

Perhaps, some day, I'll tell him how it really feels.

"So, how does it look?" I asked.

 

[downhomeguy]

When she turned around and faced away from me, I sensed that she was planning on bending her foot back towards me. Shifting my body towards her, I let my eyes follow a path down the muscles in her thighs, across the curve of her knee and down the scratch on her calf until she bent her foot back and rested it on the couch next to me. Just as my hands moved to lay flat on her leg, I saw a flash of red; before I knew what had happened, the thong in her hand had fallen. It landed on the edge of my knee, rolling off and onto the floor. The feel of the fabric on my bare skin was like a shot of adrenaline, coursing through my veins and sending a shock down my spine. Before I could react, my left hand had found its way to her ankle. My right hand landed along the top of her calf, behind her knee and across the top of the red line marking her skin. I suppressed a groan brought on by a combination of the fabric and her skin against me.

Despite the assault on my senses brought on by the contact with her, my ears managed to catch a whisper of sound made by her. Although I couldn't identify it, I could tell enough to know that it wasn't one of discouragement.

"Just leave that there, I'm sure Shane will snatch it up soon enough."

She was probably right, although he was nowhere in sight. Focusing on the task at hand, I didn't even try to respond...even if I had, I probably wouldn't have been able to muster anything more than a grunt. With my left hand holding on to her ankle, I slowly traced the tip of my right index finger along the scratch. I could feel its raised edges, rough against her otherwise smooth skin. Bending my fingers under her leg, I used my thumb to pull the skin tight along the edge of the abrasion. My other hand did the same, sliding up her calf until it was parallel with the other. Despite the distraction, I made a conscious effort to at least look at the scratch. Other than being red and rough, it looked fine; granted, I was no doctor, but I had experienced my fair share of cuts and scrapes over the years.

I could feel her leg shaking as I ran my hands along it. Despite most of my touch having nothing to do with first aid, I made sure to stay within certain boundaries so that I could at least pass them off as such. Glancing up, I could see her fists clinching.

"So, how does it look?"

Letting the tips of my fingertips brush behind her knee, I cleared my throat.

"It looks...uh, looks fine to me. No sign of an infection."

I slid the pad of my middle finger lightly down the scratch, covering it entirely from top to bottom, while the others brushed along the sides.

"How does this feel?"

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

"How does this feel?"

It feels like you are touching me on the inside, where I'm already feeling that fire building. You know the one. I think you're feeling it too and just have a little more restraint than I do, is what I think. The smooth surface of your thumb gliding along that slightly rough edge, that new ridge of sensitive skin, the one that I have because of you. Not directly because of you, but indirectly, at the very least.

Would I ever be able to touch that place, or have it be touched, without flashing back to that moment? That moment when I lost sight of him and crashed to the floor? I could feel myself getting warmer, the skin where his fingers touched me burning, almost.

It feels a little, I don't know, different," I manage to say. "But, if you say it looks fine, I'll take your word for it."

I wait for him to let go of me so I can put my foot back on the floor. I hope he doesn't, right away, because the sensation of his finger tracing that line from the bend of my knee to almost my ankle is, well, there just aren't words to describe it. Can't you hear by brain screaming oh come on, take a little bite! Kiss it and make it better? Just don't stop touching me there, please!

My nipples are burning now, much like the line on my leg. Aching to be touched, so much I almost do it myself. A glance down confirms they are rock hard, poking against the thin fabric of my t-shirt. Out of the corner of my eye I can see my thong in the floor between his knees. How would this play out in a sit com? I think I would lose my balance when Shane appeared from around the corner of the couch to reclaim my panties as his very own. When I fell back he would catch me. Then there would be the moment...the long gaze into each others eyes, the realization that all of the flirting and teasing was leading up to this moment. Then the music would queue up and we would kiss. The audience soundtrack would go "oooooh", and then there would be a fade to black, but not before panning back over Shane, who would have his face wrapped up in my panties again. Go to commercial...

Reluctantly, I put my foot back on the floor and turned to face him. That makes us even, then?" I asked.

 

[downhomeguy]

I had thought that the more I touched her foot, the less of an effect it would have on me. As it turned out, the feel of her calf surrounded and cradled by my hands repeatedly stimulated my nerves and shocked my senses. I could feel my thighs trembling, my shaft beginning to swell and press against my shorts. What I wouldn't give to lean down and replace my fingers with my lips, to trace the back of her leg along her calf and up her thigh until they reached the bottom of her shorts; to slip my hand under the hem, and use my palm to cup her ass. I wondered if doing so would intensify the barely-audible sounds that I had heard her make during my cursory examination.

My hands reluctantly let go of her foot, fingers dragging lightly along her skin as she withdrew her leg and put it back on the floor.

"That makes us even, then?"

It felt strange for me to be sitting down while she was standing up...maybe it was the way I was raised, or maybe it was the desire to be as close to her as possible. I stood up to face her, my eyes catching a glimpse of the protrusions straining against her shirt. I could always say it didn't...it would be bold, though, and I'd have to follow it up with something extreme. Maybe I should demand a reciprocal performance. Her hands were still on her waist, elbows pushed out to the side. I wondered what she would do if I reached down and put my hands on top of hers. Or maybe go for broke, and aim directly for the waist, and use my grasp to pull her into me.

"That it does." I turned and glanced out the window towards my apartment, the couch still clearly visible from where I was standing. "Assuming I don't forget to leave the blinds open again."

Who was I kidding, of course I was going to leave them open again. Not completely open, of course...I would probably figure out a way to leave only just enough open for the couch to be visible from her window. No need to tempt the odds again by leaving them all the way open. If I did that, I may as well just drag a chair out onto the patio before stripping down.

"Unless you want to be on the safe side, and schedule a follow-up," I said, turning back to face her.

Perhaps a more thorough examination...for safety's sake, of course. Maybe a reenactment of the accident to make sure I had enough information.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

I searched for something to say that would prolong this moment, keep him here for just even a few more minutes. I took one very small step back, so I could look up into his face without craning my neck too much. I kept my hands on my hips, which seemed like the safest place for them to be. Otherwise, I would reach up and put my palms on his chest, just below his shoulders, and lean in to smell him. I'm not one for cologne, but whatever he had shampooed or showered with was making me hot. it was spicy, maybe I smelled some lime? Whatever it was made him smell delicious. Maybe my table injury had somehow transformed me into some sort of vampire. Why did I want to bite him so badly?

"Breakfast was kind of disappointing," I said as I nodded toward our untouched plates.

Shane was going to be feasting on scrambled eggs all day. I probably shouldn't reward the kind of behavior he had displayed, but oh well. There was plenty of time to get him back on kibble and out of my underwear. That's when I remembered the thong that Shane had miracled back into play on this side of the room. It was now lying in the floor between Carson's feet. I took another step back and picked them up. I fought the impulse to run my fingers up his inner thighs as I stood. Fingers? Who the hell was I kidding? I wanted to bite there too.

"I would offer you dinner, but you've already seen my talents in the kitchen," I said. "Are you familiar with the area, like any place special?"

Shane jumped up on the table then, sniffing the cold, overcooked eggs. He was no connoisseur, but even he wouldn't touch them. He licked at the butter that had since soaked into the soggy toast, then turned to look at Carson as if to say do you need any better example of why not to let this woman cook for you?

My heart was beating so fast in my chest, I was sure he could see the gentle thud thump thud thump. That damned scratch throbbing right along to the beat. Was tonight, after dinner, too soon to think about anything except a kiss good night? Would I ever be able to sleep again, knowing he was so close? How would I fight the urge to peek through the curtains every ten minutes?

"Or is tonight too soon to schedule that follow up you offered?" I slipped in, before he had had a chance to respond to my vague invitation to meet up again tonight.

 

[downhomeguy]

The sun was streaming through the window behind me casting linear, errant beams across the carpet and walls. Most of the light that would have landed on her was blocked by my body, warming my back and neck. The few strands that escaped, though, was cast around her head like a halo. If I were to step any closer, those would be blocked as well and the glow surrounding her would be diminished. It seemed like the perfect metaphor...or was it an allegory? There was a reason I hadn't pursued an English degree. Whatever it was, in my mind it suggested that the closer I would get to her, the further into darkness we would descend. My poetic daze was broken by a flash of gray scurrying across the floor, then another as Shane leapt up onto the end table and began to prod the abandoned plates with his nose. He must have sensed that we were done with them.

"Are you familiar with the area, like any place special? Or is tonight too soon to schedule that follow up you offered?"

The wheels in my head were turning so fast, it was a wonder than smoke wasn't pouring out of my ears. If I had thought long and hard enough, I probably could have come up with something that fit what she was looking for. The truth, though, was I didn't want to.

"The only thing you're going to find around here is fast food or a dive bar."

I acted like I was thinking, although a plan had already formed in my head.

"Why don't you let me make something?" I took another step closer to her, reducing the gap between us.

Normally, I wouldn't be so eager to let her see my apartment...not reluctant, though, but just not persistent about it. Even so, I wanted to see the look on her face when she saw my living room in person. She had seen it from across the courtyard, but I wanted to gauge see her reaction when she was close enough to my couch to touch it, to sit on it where I had been sitting the night before. Maybe not exactly where I had been sitting, but close to it. I wondered if she would have the same urge to reach down and feel her leg, to run her finger along the scratch, that she had felt on her own couch. Would it be stronger? Weaker? Something about me had to know.

"You might be surprised at how well I know my way around a kitchen."

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

Standing so close to him was the most exquisite torture I had ever experienced. One more step and we would be toe to toe. My nipples were all but reaching for his chest. I knew if I looked down I would see them poking through the thin material of my white t-shirt. Oh come on just a little bit closer please please please? I could almost hear them screaming at me. One step...that's all it would take! One more step...

He was blocking the sun so I didn't have to squint to look up at him. Don't look directly into the sun! There was some faraway, long forgotten warning my mind was trying to send me. Something about going blind? He was standing in just the right spot in front of me to block the rays, but allow the warmth to fall around him and reach me. Especially that damned scratch on my leg. How was that possible? It's on the back of my leg, I thought to myself.

"You might be surprised at how well I know my way around a kitchen."

A vision appeared before me at that statement.

Carson, in nothing but an apron. The kind that hooks around the neck, has a bib, ties in the back. His muscled arms bare, a bowl of something sticky and sweet in his hands. He holds a spoon to my lips. Do I want a taste? Well of course I do, but not from that spoon, no. I think it would taste better licked off him. Anywhere off him would be fine, but what I really would like to do is reach around and untie that apron, and...

"I have a few errands to take care of this afternoon, but I wouldn't mind something other than Lean Cuisine again, if you're in the mood?" "To cook, that is," I added, as an after thought.

I think we're both in the mood for something else, but his dinner invitation is too good to pass up. Then, maybe, just maybe, we can get a little taste of each other? Sit there on that sofa, the one I already know must be extremely comfortable, and sample his lips, neck, or a little more? Standing this close has given me all sorts of ideas of where I'd like to start, and finish that sampling.

Shane had spied my thong in the floor about that time, and I decided to grab it before he got it again. I got to it a split second before he did, but he managed to get a claw on the fabric before I could ball it up in my hand. The ensuing tug of war resulted in my forehead brushing Carson's crotch, not lightly, when I gave Shane some slack to unhook himself. Nothing I could do really, but continue my efforts to retrieve my panties.

"Sorry about that," I said as I stood. But I wasn't completely sorry.

"Don't worry, I'll leave Shane home tonight so we don't end up playing with my panties again all evening," I added, as I removed his claws from my underwear for the umpteenth time today. Damned cat.

 

[downhomeguy]

Despite the shadow that I was casting, I could still see her nipples standing out against the confines of her shirt. By that point, I had given up any notions of abandoning reason and simply grabbing for her on the spot. My opportunity to do so had disappeared the moment we started making plans for later in the afternoon. Otherwise, my patience may disappear and my body give in. Her open waist, just above where her own hands were situated, would be the perfect landing point for my fingers. Pulling her into me and dipping my head, I could nuzzle my cheek against her shirt; she would be able to feel my hot breath on her nipples just before my lips closed around it, drawing it into my mouth and flicking my tongue over it, and perhaps lightly tugging on it with my teeth.

I was dragged out of my stupor...and just as well, really, considering that her curtains were still open and people could be heard occasionally walking by...when her forehead hit me in the crotch, I groaned and flinched.

"Sorry about that."

Half of my reaction was surprise...the other half was nothing short of a pure, unadulterated desire that she would keep it there. Anyone that walked by and glanced over would think that she was fixing a hole in my shorts...or not, but that was a risk I would probably take at that point.

"Don't worry, I'll leave Shane home tonight so we don't end up playing with my panties again all evening."

Good, I thought. I wouldn't mind slowly sliding them off of her, but that would be the most attention I would pay to them...the rest of the evening would be better spent on more licentious endeavors. Squatting down on the floor, I reached over and rolled Shane over on his back. He wrapped his claws around my hand, biting at it playfully as I scratched his stomach and growled quietly. I used my thumb and little finger to push his arms apart while the other rubbed back and forth on his neck and torso.

"Sounds like a plan," I said, smiling up at her. "And don't worry, I'm always in the mood to cook. When you live alone and never miss a meal, its sort of a requirement."

It's also a requirement that you keep the blinds closed when you masturbate, I thought, but look what forgetting that minor detail had led to.

"What time works best for you?"

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

Dinner at Carson's. I couldn't shake the image of him in nothing but that apron, offering me something sweet, sticky, oh so delicious. And not necessarily from a spoon.

Well yes, this tastes wonderful, but if you want something really special, help me with this apron...

Or, perhaps I should offer to bring dessert? Something not so sticky, but sweet just the same? Something that starts with me reaching around behind him and untying that apron. It's served it's purpose, gotten me all wet. Naked in the kitchen can be dangerous.

Why don't we find someplace a little less dangerous, say, that very comfortable looking sofa in the front room? Yes, in front of the window. Sure, you can close the curtains, if you want...

I think Shane liked him as much, if not more than I did. I looked down and watched Carson's hands, sure but gentle as he teased Shane. My fickle beast, I thought. He had warmed up to this man like he'd known him always. I noticed Shane's claws were retracted fully, in just playing mode. His tiny grey paws against Carson's strong hands were quite a contrast, but somehow, they seemed like they fit together.

When he looked up and smiled, it was hard to hear the words he was saying. My selective deafness had kicked in. Something about being in the mood. I had been in the mood for about a day now, I thought. All I could see was that smile, those hands, and oh, there was the way his thigh muscles were taut as he balanced on the balls of his feet. There went that throbbing, hot poker up my leg again. His face was inches away from my thighs, and I could feel his warm breath when he exhaled. Oh god would dinner time ever arrive?

"Now Shane, let Carson go. I'm sure he has things to do today, just like we do," I said to the cat, so I would have one more excuse to take a glance at those thighs; hairs almost translucent in the late morning sun shining through the patio doors. I was growing to love those patio doors more and more by the minute.

"When ever you usually have dinner is fine by me. Oh, and can I bring anything? Dessert, maybe?" I asked while he continued to amuse Shane. It just seemed rude not to offer something.

 

[downhomeguy]

"Now Shane, let Carson go. I'm sure he has things to do today, just like we do."

Giving his stomach a final rub, I reached over and rubbed his nose with my finger. Like a shot, the gray ball of fur under my hands flipped over and shot behind the kitchen counter. I saw a hint of his face as he peaked back around the corner, pupils wide, body low to the floor. Slowly stretching out my head, I saw his shoulders shook back and forth before he fired out from the kitchen and ran at me full speed. Just before he got to me, his tail lifted in the air and he pulled short. Slowing down to a trot, he walked around my side and rubbed against my back. I could feel his tail thumping against me, a soft purr audible from between me and the window.

She was right, I did have things to do; tidy up the apartment (although it was generally cleaner than was normal of students), make sure I had what I needed from the grocery store, and decide whether or not to wear something a little nicer than shorts. Although perhaps shorts might not be the worst decision in the world...I wouldn't mind feeling her hand on my bare thigh, sliding up and disappearing under the material before her fingers finally found what they were looking for.

"Whenever you usually have dinner is fine by me. Oh, and can I bring anything? Dessert, maybe?"

I could think of a few things she could bring for dessert. If she wasn't willing to put herself on the menu as the only course, perhaps something that I could lick off of her. Something that would melt and drip, leaving trails down her body that I could follow with my tongue. From where I was squatting on the floor, I could rock forward onto my knees and be in the perfect position to do it from.

I could still feel Shane rubbing against my back; when I felt his head against my arm, I reached back and scratched his side. He walked up beside me, pinned between my arm and torso.

"That would be nice," I said, rocking forward and standing back up, careful to leave Shane on the floor. "Why don't we say around 7:00?"

That would give me plenty of time to take care of everything in the apartment, as well as get started on prepping the food. I would have to check out the refrigerator and make a mental note of how long everything needed to cook. Considering that I had always been a rather picky eater, I didn't bother to ask if there was anything that she didn't like.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

Why on earth had I volunteered for dessert? Because I thought it was the girly thing to do. All girls can whip up something sweet, right? Well not this girl. I added a trip to the grocery store to my list of things to do today. God I hope they have a bakery.

Shane was in no hurry to let Carson go, and Carson didn't seem to mind. I didn't mind, either; I had a great view. I could see his thighs disappear into the hemline of his shorts; thighs just lightly covered in hair, with the defined muscles of someone who runs, or works out. I could feel him lying on top of me, those strong thighs tensing between mine as he...

And then he stood. Shane looked up at him; was that disappointment I saw on his face? Or resignation. Damn it, I guess he likes her better than he likes me, I could almost hear in the huff he let out as he rolled to his feet and sauntered off.

I was a little disappointed to see him go too, but we both had things to do if we were going to meet for dinner tonight.

"7:00 is great," I replied, like I had any idea what time it was now.

By the brightness of the sun through my french doors, the french doors, I was guessing close to noon. That should be enough time to figure out what to do for dessert. If I showed up empty handed and said something like how about we put our heads together and come up with something, I wonder how that would work out? Heads together may be a start.

 

[downhomeguy]

"7:00 is great."

"7:00 it is then."

But seven seemed so far away. Rather than go about my day being productive (if I could even do so in expectation of her arrival), I would much rather spend the day lounging about with her...limbs tangled together, bodies dripping with sweat. We could make sure that Shane stayed out of our way by leaving a trail of clothing for him to entertain himself with. What little contact my hands had made with her skin was more than enough to set me on fire; I could only imagine what more would do, and I wanted nothing more than to spend hours exploring her body with my hands.

"Well, I suppose I should go," I said with a smile. "I think we both have plenty to do this afternoon."

I wasn't sure how I was going to go about planning and cooking a meal with her on my mind. I would probably end up burning something...whether it would be the food or myself was the question. At the same time, I needed to at least make my apartment look presentable. Hopefully she wouldn't be expecting it to be as clean as hers was...then again, she had just moved in and hadn't had time to dirty it up yet. With her body between me and the door, I took another half-step closer towards her.

"Oh, and, I hope you aren't expecting any one particular type of cuisine. I tend to mix and match a little bit," I said, smiling.

I had learned early on that it was better to know how to make a few things that taste good rather than a lot of things that taste bad. As a result, I tended to focus less on new ingredients, and more on different ways to fix the ones that I was comfortable with.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

When he took a step toward me I realized I was blocking the path to the door. I took a step back and side ways, demonstrating a little bit of grace. There still wasn't enough room for him to walk by without brushing against me. Two sidesteps and I'd be to the end of the sofa, allowing him a clean exit. How long was too long to stand there and contemplate that? Did I have time to stand there facing him and get one more good noseful of him, at least? What was that scent? I thought I recognized it, but I was having a hell of a time thinking right now. Whatever it was, it made that place on my calf throb. Well, that and standing nose to chest with him might have something to do with it, too.

I put my hands on his chest an rub my face against him, reveling in the combination of touch and scent causing my heart to race and my body to tingle all over. When I exhale he puts his thumb under my chin and forces me to look up at him. So are we going to pretend we're interested in dinner or are we going to admit what we really want? I think you want this...and I find myself starting to drift, my eyes closing....

And before it really goes there, I side step, side step and motion to the door.

"Anything that doesn't come out of a microwave amounts to haute cuisine, as far as I'm concerned," I told him. "I'm sure it will be wonderful."

Back to that vision of him naked, except for an apron, in the kitchen. Yes, I bet anything he offers will be wonderful. My stomach grumbled a little, and I remembered breakfast had gone cold and it was getting near lunch time. I don't think that's what my stomach was grumbling for, though.

 

[downhomeguy]

"I'm sure it will be wonderful."

"I hope so," I said with a small laugh.

I was a little disappointed when she stepped out of my way and motioned to the door, signaling the end of first encounter. Despite having known that it was rapidly approaching and that I had plenty of things to do before the afternoon was over, part of me still wished that it would continue. The day was young, though, and I knew that I would be seeing her again before too long. Walking across the floor towards the door, I paused to reach down and give Shane a final scratch on the head; he was sitting next to the kitchen counter watching me...watching us, really, and probably wondering why he was no longer the center of attention.

When I reached the door, I put my hand on the knob and paused. Turning around, I caught a glimpse of the clock on the stove. 12:15. It would be almost 7 hours before I got to see her again. Normally I wouldn't think anything of it, but the tension that had formed between us made it feel like an eternity.

"I look forward to this evening," I said, leaning into the door and shouldering it open.

The heat outside was nothing compared to what I had felt in her presence. It was an external heat, bearing down from the sky, rather than the internal fire that had been lit by the feel of her skin against mine. The warm air outside would soon dissipate, but I had a feeling that its rival inside of me had only just begun. As I made my way across the courtyard, part of me was tempted to look back and see if I could catch another fleeting glimpse of her through the open curtains. I decided against it, knowing that nothing would compare to actually being in the same room as her.

Pulling out my keys, I remembered that I had never even bothered to lock my door. Doing so was out of character for me, but it wasn't like I had forgotten to do it...I had been otherwise occupied, and the entire morning had been a bit impromptu. I was already trying to mentally picture what I had in my refrigerator; every time I did, though, she walked into my head and shut the door, leaning against it and throwing her arms around my neck.

 

[Sensual_Goddess]

Shane looked over at me when the door shut. Are you really going to let him go that easily? I could have kept him here for you, you know, he seemed to say.

"For me? I think you just like batting my panties around with him Shane, that's what I think," I said as I fought the temptation to peek out the window and watch Carson walk away.

I remembered the panties balled up in my hand and tossed them to Shane, as a consolation for sending his new playmate away. He scampered across the floor and batted the tired red scrap of material around the slick kitchen floor. Kitchen, hmm, reminded me I had to come up with something for dessert. Oh, and that I should probably eat something now so I didn't get busted snacking in the produce department at the grocery store.

I found some crackers and cheese, and a diet Coke. That would keep me going until dinner. I should probably decide on something to wear, too. Not too dressed up, but certainly something nicer than the cut off sweats I was wearing now. Maybe even a bra?

"Nothing's too good for our new friend Carson, right Shane?" I asked the ball of fur that whizzed by me to bat at a fly on the window, panties forgotten again so soon.

My excuse to take a peek? Just a quick one. Damn, he had already made it back to his apartment, or at least he was not in sight of my window if he hadn't. Oh well, there was plenty to do. I looked up the address of the nearest grocery store and got up to get dressed for the trip out. I decided to wait until I got home to shower. I thought I might want to let off some steam before heading to Carson's place later. So I didn't drop what ever dessert I found and tell him thanks for dinner, but I would really rather just, well, just get naked and taste you, babe. I could see myself starting at that slightly pouted bottom lip to get an idea how sweet he really was. Kiss down his neck, find his pulse and bite, just a soft scrape with my teeth, before I lick along his collar bone, run the tip of my tongue down his chest to a nipple and nibble.

The scratch on my calf was my excuse to wear something that showed my legs. I could wear jeans, then have an excuse to take them off when he offered to provide that re-check he promised me earlier. But that wasn't quite my style. Besides, it would drive me crazy to not be able to touch that place from time to time. I felt that warm tingle just thinking about him touching me there again. I knew just the skirt and sexy but not too seductive top, too. Purple, v-neck, shows just a hint of cleavage. It was going to be torture waiting for 7:00 to get here. I thought again about relieving some of the pressure now, but knew it would only make me impatient. Sometimes, self satisfaction just won't do. Now was definitely one of those times.