Simple Desires or Sinful Desires

katrina

a mystery he certainly was she thought as the had breakfast at a small cafe down the road. Her skin felt alive and she had deliberatly worn the most revealing blouse she owned with a low scooped neck paired with a short black skirt. She hadn't bothered with panty hose, as they would just be a hassle later. She wondered about some of his sexual needs but couldn't really talk about it with people in hearing range.. Besides her voice carried over long distances even when she whispered. The scream this morning had been completely unlike her. Something about him was exciting and thrilling and she hadn't quite decided if that was a good thing or not. Then she decided if it was just sex then nothing else really mattered, yet she was still curious about his business. She figured that eventually things would reveal themselves.
 
Frank

I had told her a bit about my business, but it was something tha might be hard to understand for someone not in the same game. She inquired further, however, so over our breakfast I explained that we represented several eastern manufacturers, and covered several states, and I had two resident salesmen in branch offices in smaller cities in addition to my small office here.

I told herif she was curious I would be happy do drive by my office and give her a brief tour. In fact, I told her I needed another lady in my office and asked if she would like the job. My secretary was getting ready to retire, and I needed someone to learn the ropes under her tutilage until then.

She didnt ask (yet) and I didnt volunteer anything about my living situation,k but I knew that would come up soon enough

When we finished, we drove down to the industrial area and parked, and went inside. My office was fairly presentable, and there were several messages on my desk that needed action Monday morning. I told her what we did, and that Connie's job was primarily to answer the phonbe ad write a few letters, but mostly to keep tracj k of the orders and invoices to make sure everything got handled corectluy and we were appropriately paid

I showed her the back room with the microwave and coffee pot5, and the nice couch whee we would be spending much of our day. She smiled and said "let's try it out"

I sat and wrapped my arms around her miniskirt, and very quickly discoveed she hadnt put on any panties. She was still saoking wet from our earlier sessions, and as soon as my tongue was in there where it belonged, she was even wetter. As I did so she unbuttonned and removed her blouse, and I removed her skirt letting it fall to the floor. We agreed that we would keep the heat on, and she could spend much of the day in the office nude if we could just keep everyone else away.

Soon I was undressed too and we were together. It was a long way from my first time on the couch, but when interviewing a new potential employee one has to explain and demonstrate everything doesnt one?
 
Katrina

His office had a very odd feel to it, and I wondered at his motivation in offering me a job. Sure, I hadn't talked about what I did but there was no way I could work with him on a day to day basis or take such a big step back to secretarial work. I suppose my appartment didn't look like much but just because one had money didn't mean you had to splurge. I doubted we'd get much talking in as his tongue went to work between my legs. Of course he was still fishing about my room mate. I smiled, secrets even unintentional ones were always trouble. I knew my room mate would be okay with him staying over but would probably be pissy about moving out. She was a great kid but it had been tough for her to find a room mate in the first place. I knew if anyone moved out it would be me. Then again I had only planned on living with her for the year lease.

I let these thoughts drift away as I became Saturday brunch for him....had we exchanged names? I couldn't recall as I moaned until I exploded.
 
Frank

Now that she had an idea of how I spent my day, she had o know the reason I wanted her in the office with me, We'd just take the phone off the hook, lock the doors, and go at it all day.

Not very productive, but pleasant as hell, I thought as i ate her pussy for about the 4th time that day. Maybe it was only the third, but it wasnt going to be the last.

When she came I laughed and said "you have great qualifications, my dear. When can you start?"

She made it clear that she wasnt interested in a career change.

So, we got dressed and left after she had a nice cum and
headed back to her place. On the way I asked her what she did for fun and games and what she had read recently. I asked if she played cards or backgammon, thinking we needed something to do in between sex sessions. We had read a little from the same authors, so that gave us more to talk about, but as soon as we returned to her apartment we were right back on the beanbag chair, together.

It was petty clear what she liked, and i liked her
 
Katrina

He was so cute as he once again offered her a job, she could see why, but had a hard time imagining having sex 18 hours a day. He was very much like a vacation to her, good for the spirit but you wouldn't necessarily want to live there. We briefly talked about hobbies and I knew that if he had it his way any free time would be spent with his head between my legs. I wondered if cunninglus qualified as a hobby or if was more of a recreational sport, that he practiced constantly. Sure I played cards and backgammon.


Once back to my place we were back into my bean bag chair and I wondered how to clean it for the fraction of a second before his body entered mine.
 
Frank and Katrina

I just loved being in her. How many times had we fucked already toda, and it wasnt even noon yet.

Being pretty well spent, this was not urgent and we just enjoyed the pleasure of our intimacy. As she rode me, I thought about a card game, but I didnt want to be her opponent - I wanted to be her partner - in every way and forever. That was an activity we should pursue together.

I liked her being so multi-orgasmic, but this was more sex than I'd had in weeks, except a daily session with my secretary on the couch in my office that I hadnt told Kat about. Im sure she suspected, but she hadnt asked me and I didnt volunteer the information. Id split with my wife after a long period with no sex whatever, while she played around on the side and so did I. She knew I was fucking Connie, and when I made an issue of her being out all night on occasion leaving me home babysitting the kids, it became time for a divorce.

I was ready for a full tie partner, but until the divorce was final, we had time to et to know each other and decide where we were going
 
katrina

I had a feeling his couch got a regular work out. It didn't really bother me at first and I found myself hoping he was clean. I shrugged, as I noticed for the first time that he was a bit older than me. Something about him struck me as off, but I didn't really care. I was at a point in my life where I could take a lover and just enjoy the sex. I didn't know what he wanted, but that would come up I was sure. I wondered how long his cock could handle me as I smiled thinking of ways to make him hard and keep him hard even after he thought he was spent. I got this feeling that I would have to try and do my reading and homework naked so that he could suck on my breasts or my pussy. It would be distracting...but far more pleasant than trying to wade through the material clothed.
 
Frank and Katrina

She giggled and wiggled. She had a distant smile on her face and I wondered what she was thinking about.

I told her "this is a new experience for me and i like it. I hope you do too. What shall we do the rest of the day? You must have some more things you want to know about me. Ask away"
 
katrina

"Very true, the human body just wasn't built for continual copulation." I pause his question threw me off, it would open a can of worms I knew. I sank into him just holding him inside, resting my head against his shoulder. "I suppose I want to know everything, from your birthdate, to first scar, to if you went to college, and where you have been all my life." I smiled enjoying a soft nip out of his warm strong shoulder as I begin moving again.
 
Frank and Katrina

"I'll tell you everything as soon as we finish here", I said as she swirled herself around in a circle over my inserted cock. It felt so good in her. So warm so wet and she was so willing, and made me feel loved, although it wasnt a word we had utterred yet. But I really felt wanted and i needed that after what Id been through. First my wife dumps me and moves another guy into my house and my bed. Then my secretary told me she had told her husband everything, and she was leaving too

It all happenned at once, including finding Katrina so soon after getting into the puter dating scene.

As I had all that going though my head Katrina started pumping in earnest, and started to moan and groan, and rose up and down over me. I think she liked being on top and i liked it too. I needed to be subservient. To be her sex slave was my ultimate wish, as she screamed out loud and came on me.

Then I revealed my fantasy from last night, and asked her if she had a dildo and strap on harness. My cock was tired and I assumed her pussy was too, so it might be time to switch positions
 
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katrina

"That's a really nice way to avoid telling me about yourself," I chuckle softly as we finally are both satisfied and I pull away. I snag my robe and slide the sensuos fabric over my skin which was still tingling. I ask if he wants to put anything on as I lay on the couch and invite him to sit on my lap. I had a feeling he was slightly servile, his adeptness at oral sex and the way he did it. This comfirmed my thought. I was slightly dominate and so far it was a good blend and I let my fingers caress his face as I thought about the idea. Intently listening to him as his story spilled from his lips.
 
frank

We sat on the couch, with me still nude and very well spent. My legs were across her lap, but my ass was on the seat so my weight wasnt on her. As promised I told her about my schooling.

She heard that I was a math and science whiz, and had earned an engineering degree and then went in the navy for a few years. Then my dad had invited me into his business which I now owned, my father having retired and later died.

None of this could have been in the least bit interesting to her, but she wanted to know and had to hear it.

So now she knew about everything about me, bit all I knew about her was that she was just perfect
 
katrina

I listened, his background was interesting, I mentioned how I had excelled at math and science in high school but had pursued a degree in art. I skimmed over my family life, some things were just too personal to discuss after knowing him for so short of a time. So, he had been in the Navy, I found myself wondering if he still fit in his uniform.....but I pulled myself back to listen to his sketchy life story. I finally divulged that I was currently attending graduate school, working two internships, and adored my two young nieces.
 
Frank ad Katrina

you have nieces - then you must have brothers or sisters. Tell me about your family. What type of art is your specialty? Do you paint? may I see some of your work?

In graduate school I imagine you are pretty busy studying. It is interesting that with your talent in math and science you chose to pursue art, which is not my long suit although I enjoy looking at it.

We had sevferal pieces byan artist who specializes in early Americana. Jane Wooster Scott - are you aware of her work? she is widely collected among te Hollywood community
 
Katrina

we had, the words echoed inside my head and I wondered who we was as I tried to decide how much I could explain. "Math was too easy for me, it never was my passion. I studied craft design, which means I took courses in ceramics, wood, metals, and fibers." I smiled, "I took painting but it was too common to really interest me. My passion is fabric, I quilt, I do wall hangings, original geometric designs, applique designs, quilting designs, and paint and dye some of my own fabric. I have slides of most of my stuff except what I'm currently working on." I suppose he must not have looked too closely at my room as my sewing machine and fabric stash dominated the room. that i did plenty of calculations in my art work and when i worked with fabric dyes and dilution formulas. "My graduate work is intense but well worth the money and in about fifteen years i hope to be able to get my doctorate. I have one brother and four stepbrothers."

I left it at that for the time being.
 
FRANK

I had noticed the fabrics, but didnt necssarily connect that with her art endeavors. My wife sewed extensively, doing upholstery and pillows, along with tablecloths and window treatments. She had been quite talented, but didnt do it commercially. It was just fun for her.

My mother was greatly into weaving and when she died she had seven looms. She wove mnaterials foir upholstery, wall hangings, table setting, and even the cloth for several sportcoats. She also did it strictly as an avocation, not commercially.

So, I anticipated that Kat's career was probably oriented toward
paintings or scupture, so I found her dissertation quite interesting, especially the comments about math. Unless one wants to teach, math is only a useful tool for other pursuits.

I found her even more fascinating and was even more smitten with her
 
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Katrina

He listened quietly to her speak, asking occasional questions. She smiled inwardly, he thought she was doing her masters in art. She didn't feel like correcting him, after all it would just lead to more questions. Questions she had been asked by many others. She realized he was older than she had thought if his mother was deceased. She found herself intrigued by the comment of looms but she had not the time to pursue her interest in weaving at this point. He fortunately had let her skip over her family history and she rambled on about yardage calculations and seam allowances. She was sure she was boring him as her mind flipped through new ideas and stored them away for later use.

She smiled and touched his leg and apologized for rambling, that when she thought about her art it churned up a lot of creative energy.
 
Frank

I was more impressed with her than ever. Her interest in art was fascinating to me, and I liked the idea of a woman being absorbed in something besides bridge games and tea parties.

This was a woman of substance. A I listened to her I became more appreciative of my mother's talent than I had been when younger. What I really remembered was the banging of the looms hour after hour until she got too sick to stay at the looms for very long. She died suddenly whie I was off in the Navy, and my dad remarried. As soon as I got out of te navy and took over the business, he tapered off and retired, and died soon after

Time was passng quickly. It was late afternoon nw and I thought t ws tie to think about dinner, so I asked Katrina what she would like to do about that. I thought maybe she had a restaurant she partcularly liked
 
katrina

The question was laden with responsibilities, did I want to be seen out with him, would we run into someone I knew. I had had so much bad luck with men in the past that showing him off in public seemed fraught with danger. I also had no interest in getting dressed up, fixing my hair, bothering with make up and shoes. I stretched as I stood up and asked if he wouldn't mind ordering in, or scrounging my kitchen for something edible. I also mentioned that my bed was tiny and while I didn't mind cuddling up to sleep I thought we might pull out the sofa bed for fun. I rolled my head hearing my neck pop and I had a hard time believing it was already late Saturday afternoon.

We seemed to be getting along fairly well but at the same time I got a sense that we were are very different points in our lives.
 
Frank

Eating in sounded fine. I knew a good Italian restarant that prepared meals for take-out, and even delivered. I asked Katrina if that sounded good, and said iI could run to the store and pick up some wine and whatever else we might need

I liked the invitation to use the sofa-bed. I was an invitation I had no intention of passing up. Perhaps we could even eat in bed!
 
Katrina

I smiled at the suggestion. I loved Italian and said as much as I pointed out the phone and agreed that he should pick it up, so he could pick up a bottle of something nice for us. I stretched again and gathered his clothes. I listened to him speaking and planted a playful kiss on his neck. I listened as he repeated back the total and whispered not to forget dessert. I smiled as he added a slice of cheesecake to the order. He hung up and told me it would be ready by the time he got there. I smiled and said I'd get the bed ready, and lay out a mini picnic area for us, complete with wine glasses.

I watched him dress quickly and head out. The place seemed awfully quiet when he was gone and I pulled out the bed and smoothed the sheets. I laid down an extra blanket to eat on and arranged plates, silverware, and glasses. I took a quick moment to comb my long dark hair and pull it back into a ponytail.

I put on some soft music and was debating clothing when I heard a soft tap on the door. I went to it and opened to see him carrying brown paper sacks. I closed the door behind him and asked if he minded if we enjoyed a little nibble before eating.

he placed the bags down and we danced for a while, kissing, caressing, teasing. We finally got around to putting the food out and I realized how hungry I was.
 
Frank and Katrina

She suggested a little nibble befole dinner. As we danced, I gently removed her little robe and she undid my shirt, andf then my pants. Both naked we did a few turns aroiund her small kitchen, and then gave our attention to dinner.
I poured the red wine, and she opened the packages seeing the osso bucco I had ordered. We fixed out plates and carried them over to the bed where she had st a space for us to have dinner.

She even had little candlesticks on the bedside tables, and we dimmed the lights and clinked our glasses, with a toast "to love"

We sat side by side and started to eat. Pretty soon with the laughing and giggling we started feeding each other from our plates. It as great fun until I spilled Italian sauce down her chest and all over her left boob. I bent to lick it off, and that changed everything. Soon we were smearing Italian sauce all over each other and licking it off. I even poured some wine on her and licked it off just as I had thought about last night with chanpagne. She had expressed reservation about having it in her pussy though, so I was careful but the rest of her got a good bath and licking in red sauce and wine.

I also had my share all over me, giving her a good taste too, Finally I looked at her and took a big glob of sauce and spread it on my cock, and looked at her invitingly.
 
Katrina

We were quiet as we ate and then the mood changed as suddenly he was eating off me. After a delightful full body licking I saw him smear his cock with some of the sauce. I smiled and raised an eyebrow at his blatant invitation. I leaned over and slowly licked the sauce all off. I took a few extra lips at the warm tip before asking quirkily, "Do you feel better?"
 
Katrina

She chuckled as they enjoyed the rest of meal and somehow got the leftovers put away. She had smoothed off the sofa bed and they lay back down. It was a odd moment as she wondered how they would move on. It lasted just a moment before they were entangled in a soft tussle of skin against skin.
 
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