Katrina is a student of arts and I met her through a good friend of mine who is also studying at the very same academy in Vienna. You must know that Katrina originates from one of the Eastern European countries and that she speaks with a harsh accent that reminds me of sexy Communist agents from the James Bond movies à la Famke Janssen.
She also has the body and face to go along with the picture: stark black hair reaching to her neck (I don't know if it's dyed, but then I didn't think that asking her about it was such a good idea) worn in a topknot, dark brown eyes and prominent features: high cheekbones, a strong chin and strong jawbones and a slightly curved yet delicate and beautiful nose. Her teeth are rather uneven but white and they fit well with her face.
The first encounter between me and Katrina occurred when I asked my friend if I could come over and visit him in the academy of arts where he was doing all of his paintings, his workspace and that of Katrina being in the same studio there. When I entered he at once introduced me to Katrina showed me some of his paintings afterwards.
I was lucky insofar as he and Katrina are friends and together, they will rent a studio outside the academy because they have to make room for the newbies, so when the two of us went to the cafeteria to get something to drink, Katrina joined us, and there we chatted away. Occasionally, Katrina would remove the thong holding her hair and retie it, and, while she was busy with both of her hands behind the back of her head and elbows held high, I (sitting on her left) couldn't help noticing how, everytime she rearranged her hair, she would arch her back towards the table and stick her breasts out, so that I could clearly envision their shape from beneath the folds of her wide black turtleneck pullover. I don't know if she was doing this on purpose but I think she did, and she knew that both of us, especially me, were watching her every movement.
But since we couldn't keep sitting here forever and my friend and Katrina had to go someplace to show some people an assortment of their paintings, the three of us finally left the academy and I said good-bye to them in one of Vienna's underground stations, me going home, they going somewhere else to make their presentation.
A few days after my visit I realized something, namely that I had forgotten a form in the book I had returned to my friend on the day of my visit. I had put the form between the pages of the book so that it wouldn't get crumpled in my backpack between the other things I was carrying, but now that I needed it, it was lying somewhere on his crammed desk in the academy. The problem was that I couldn't reach him because he had gone to job as a waiter somewhere out of Vienna and would only come back at the end of the month. But I needed the form earlier, so I didn't have any choice except to go there and fetch it myself.
Naturally I was thinking of Katrina-with-the-patent-breasts as, two days later, I was on my way to the academy and wondering if she would be there. And, being the lucky bastard that I am, she was: As I opened the last door, my breath coming a little heavier than usual because of the excitement that had contracted my belly, my eyes immediately fell upon her very feminine form, especially on her behind, packed in a pair of blue jeans, since she had her back turned to me and was hunched forward, legs straight, while critically regarding one of her paintings spread out on her desk.
‘Doggy-style!’ I thought excitedly. I could already see myself plunging into her soft glistening flesh from behind, her legs pressed to the solid and probably unmovable desk, her body sprawled on the table-top, could already hear her moans of pleasure, begging me to go faster, harder, deeper.
‘Hi Katrina,’ I said nonchalantly as she was turning around to see who had entered.
‘Hey, what are you doing here!’ she exclaimed surprisedly and apparently happy to see my face.
‘Just forgot something when I was here last time,’ I half-mumbled, pointing vaguely in the direction of my friend's workplace while fixing her eyes with my gaze and slowly approaching her.
The strange thing was that she held my look. This came totally unexpected for me because normally, if you stare into somebody's eyes, they will look away after some time in order to appear friendly and not aggressive, but since I had no intention of averting my eyes, I kept staring straight into hers. But still she didn't look away and that's when I realized, mainly because of the grin that was forming on her mouth, that she had picked up on what I was doing and that she was not going to be the one to give up our little contest either.
‘Ok, I can play along,’ I said to myself and continued approaching like a snake approaches its prey after hypnotizing it with its eyes, at least that's how it goes according to legend. Less than two feet away from her I stopped. We were so close to each other now that gazing into each others eyes was almost uncomfortable, so I said, ’You are not going to give up, are you?' having to smirk rather madly myself while doing so.
She ignored me but continued to defy me by staring back. After what had seemed an eternity but could only have been a few seconds she replied in a coyly hesitant way in that incredible accent of hers. ‘You said you have forgotten something... perhaps... you should go and get it.’
‘OOOOOOAAAAAAAHH,’ my mind went, doing somersaults. This was too much to take: I could feel her breath on my skin, smell how her mouth would taste, see how she moved her lips that would maybe caress my cock in a moment, but, above all, I could hear from the tone of her voice that she had allowed me to take her right now and there, that she was willing to offer me her body to do with as I pleased, and these sensations caused my sex to swell rapidly.
I slowly reached out for her hips and enclosed them tenderly with my eager and all of a sudden slightly sweaty hands, letting them glide back to her voluptously curved ass, my fingertips pressing upwards into the fold between her two buttock-halves roughly where cherry must have been, drawing her close so that her breasts were poking into my chest, so that she could feel my erection. She encircled me with her arms at the small of my back as I embraced her and inhaled deeply, the tip of my nose buried in her pitch-black hair, her personal scent assailing my nostrils and causing my cock to harden even more in no time.
Without warning, I whirled her around by twisting her hips, eliciting a delighted giggle from Katrina, to now clasp her with my left arm around her belly and my right hand moving up to cup and probingly squeeze first her left breast and then her twin sister, gauging how they would look like when freed from their restraints, all the while nibbling at her right earlobe and the spot on her neck just below, my prick pushing into her behind, causing her to moan softly and encouragingly in the process.
