Work Experience - Katie, Angela & I, Part 1
More revelations. Mature, romance, office, work, love.
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Author's Note: A more complete appreciation of events may be gained by reading 'previous stories in the 'Work' series. This part is a reprise, an expansion, of the weekend shared with Katie as told in "The Week After - Part 2" Saturday revisited. Things get complicated as more information comes to light.
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So much had recently happened and I was taking some time to relive this last weekend with Katie. The Saturday provided some revelations that changed completely the thoughts, the feelings, nature of the relationships I had developed with Angela and Katie.
Life is always a continuing learning process, one where sometimes what one thought could never happen, was impossible, it could never happen like that, suddenly changes and all those previously unimaginable situations suddenly become very real. I'd always held strong opinions, (against), sharing partners, about polyamory, about any other non-monogamous behaviour between committed couples. But here I was, as I was to learn, maybe facing exactly those situations. And confusingly, was forced to rethink previously held strong opinions. So, the future? What did it hold in store for me, for us?
The Saturday...
As I recovered from the shocked daze that I had been subjected too by Katie telling me that not only did she know about Angela and me, but that also Angela knew about Katie and me, and they both knew about Catherine and me.
And what's more, the two women I had developed deep feelings for, Angela and Katie, were apparently prepared to accept the status quo, but with lesser acceptance of Catherine as they, or at least Katie, considered, rightly, that I did not have the same feelings for her as I had for them. But whether Catherine knew about the other two, neither Katie, Angela nor I knew.
The dynamics had now irrevocably and permanently changed. And that just by my coming into some additional information. I mean, physically nothing had changed. The girls were happy, or at least OK, to go along with things the way they were. Yet I felt my world had kinda had the shit kicked out of it. Physically, I needed do nothing other than what I was already doing. So what was the big deal?
I should have felt like the luckiest guy alive, given I had what I considered the two most desirable and perfect, for me at least, women on the planet interested in me. And I now knew they weren't just interested. I now knew they felt as deeply for me, as I did for them. But my feelings, having grown slowly over the many years we had worked together, were for both of them, and I could easily have made a commitment to either, despite the age differences, differences that did not seem to be of concern to either of them, had I only known one of them. But I was having difficulty choosing between them. I knew my varied dalliances and procrastination could wreck everything. But these women deserved true commitment and true loyalty. And until I was in a position to offer that, all I could do was what I was doing. If that cost me any chance I had with them, then so be it. I was already privileged that I had had the honour of being with them, in all respects. I now knew they each knew about the other.
But even if it was ultimately allowed to be my choice I could not pick one over the other. They were both so perfect in their own way, but so different to each other. And I could not even say I was more enamoured of one than the other. I simply loved them both... equally. And it would not even have been possible to combine the qualities of both into one ultimate woman, should that have been possible, for in many ways they were complete opposites of each other for any given quality. And as I'd stated earlier, had I not known both of them, at the same time, I would have been more than happy with either.
But still, the problem remained. Our society's laws dictated that even if the decision was ultimately mine, I could only have one. It was not my fault I really could not decide between them. Love makes no allowances for what should or should not be. Love makes its own rules, and does not care in the slightest, and in fact, consistently turns its nose up at man-made rules and regulations and cultural traditions and attitudes.
Katie brought me out of my reverie. "David, are you with me?" she asked...," or do I have to do all the work around here?... and my glass is empty as well," giggling, as if nothing earth shattering was happening in our lives.
I did snap out of it. I rose out of my chair and walked over to Katie. I curled my arm around her thin waist as I kissed her on the lips but cheekily lifted my hand up to squeeze her breast as well, and took the barbeque tongs out of her hand.
Katie didn't flinch when I squeezed her breast. "So are you OK now?" she asked.
"How could I not be with you here with me?"
"Oh, you are nice. Thank you," she said smiling. "Now do you want to get your hand off my tit and finish cooking the food? I'm starving, and you will need to build up your stores of energy for later."
"I bet you'll tire before I do," I said smiling giving her bum a squeeze before turning back to the barbeque to finish cooking what Katie had started. As I was cooking she came up behind me, put her arms around my waist and pushed her breasts against my back. She then cheekily moved them from side to side a few times before stopping. "As I recall, work goddess Katie," I smiled, "Isn't that how you seduced me in the first place?"
She squeezed my waist harder and put one side of her face against my back, "I couldn't believe how hard I had to work to get you to fuck me."
"So have I made up for that yet?" I asked.
"Not by a long shot mister,... but your scorecard is slowly improving," she giggled as she lowered her hand from my waist and gave my cock a squeeze, and then added, "But don't get cocky, so to speak," she laughed, "You've still got a lot of making up to do."
I turned around and blurted out, "God I love...being with you."
For a split second I saw disappointment register on her face before it turned into a big smile, "And I love being with you too," she said. She took my empty glass, and hers, and virtually skipped into the kitchen to refill them. God, she really did look beautiful as she moved dressed only in my long t-shirt.
By the time she returned, I'd finished cooking the food, dished it up and served it on the outside table and sat down. As she returned, she bent over me to put my glass down, rubbed her breast against my shoulder and kissed my cheek, before she sat down in her chair and started eating. We were silent as we ate, and I couldn't stop her earlier words from intruding into my thoughts, but each time I looked across to her, the sparkle, and the smile, in her eyes was undeniable. While this was great, it did not make the situation any easier.
When we'd finished eating, she took the dishes inside and started washing them as I cleaned up the barbie. When I'd finished, I went inside and as I rounded the wall that led to the kitchen, I stopped, and leaned against it to admire the beautiful woman that was standing at the sink. I didn't know that she could see me reflected in the kitchen window.
I'd been standing there probably almost two minutes when Katie said, "I'm very wet."
"No doubt," I chuckled, "I always get wet washing the dishes too."
"It's not that kind of wet," she said pulling off her kitchen gloves, and moved back from the sink while now bending forward at the waist, her head resting on her hands on the edge of the sink.
The view I had was exquisite. That she was very wet was no exaggeration, as her labia glistened, covered in her juices.
The t-shirt had ridden up, fully exposing a beautifully rounded, firm set of buttocks, and at their lower end, a smoothly shaved, symmetrical, juice covered labia, all leading to perfectly shaped long legs and slim ankles, that she was spreading as I admired her. I looked up, and along her torso that was now parallel to the floor. The t-shirt could not hide her thin waist, or the very generous sized breasts that were now hanging down beneath her, straining against the front of the shirt, and at the very bottom of the curve of those perfect breasts, poking through the restraint of the shirt were her prominent nipples making their presence very visible.
I removed my t-shirt, stepped out of my jeans, and with what was now a raging erection, I moved behind her and rested my cock in her arse crack. I moved it up and down before she reached underneath and between her own splayed legs, grabbed my cock and pulled it down so that the whole length of it was now under her. I took my cue from her and moved back a fraction so that I could rub my cockhead along her wet cleft, and when the head was wet, I moved it up until I found the entrance to the place she wanted me to enter.
I pushed slowly into her tight vagina a little way. Then I pulled out almost all the way, before moving back in, each time moving in a bit deeper than the time before, until I was all the way in, with my balls pressing up against her clitoris and inner thighs.
I pushed her shirt up as far as it would go, and when it reached the limit of its travel Katie lifted her head and arms up off the sink long enough for me to push it over her head and arms and to remove it. Once it was gone she put her hands back down on the sink, and then replaced her head back on her hands, leaving me looking at a shapely back, curving in at the sides to a thin waist before flaring out, just slightly to her beautiful hips and rounded buttocks below which protruded, my cock.
"God, Katie, I swear you must surely the most beautiful physical vision that exists in all of creation, irrespective of form," I said as I gently, with feather-light touches, ran my hands over all the parts of her body that were exposed to me. Her soft skin reacted to my touch no matter where my hands went, evidenced by a low guttural purr, almost a growl, that emanated from deep within her. I particularly loved running my hands in the curves of her waist, from her armpits down through the waist and out over her hips. I then bent forward to kiss her neck, and as I did that I then moved my hands under her, to feel the full weight of her now freely hanging heavy breasts.
