Living in a resort playground part of the world, one adjusts to many things: people can buy just about whatever their hearts desire, people can be all smiles while they stab you repeatedly in the back, and payback can be a real bitch.
That kind of sums up the 18 months I spent near Savannah, GA.....with new "friends" at my new job. Oh, it had its ups-&-downs, but it all started with a beautiful, mixed-up minx named Katrina.
Katrina was a kick-boxing instructor at the resort gym where I worked. She was gorgeous. You know the type...everything in its place....and I do mean EVERYTHING. She was very easy on the eyes and smart too. When you spoke to her, she was always polite and positive, but when you studied her....really got to know her, you realized there was a façade that was a thin veneer to what lay beneath.
I happened along in her life having just come from Arizona.....left a resort there...where I did a fine job in PR and playing golf with a variety of vendors. Was tired of the desert, so I figured an East Coast gig would be a nice change of scenery....never really imagined being in Savannah, but a friend of mine owned this resort and its gym and knew I was tired of Arizona...so, its who you know, right?
I met Katrina purely by accident....I heard a lot of ruckus coming from the equipment storage room. Being curious in nature, I went to explore. When I opened the door, I saw a petite, 5'4" brunette wearing tennis shoes, tight skin-tight stretch workout pants and a sports bra. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail and she was wearing a baseball cap...with the pony tail pulled through the open slot on the hat. She was glistening...not really sweating, but the room's light did play off her well-toned, somewhat tanned skin...I assumed she either came out of a class or had worked up a sweat looking for something.
Her outfit left very little to the imagination...in fact, not only did I notice that she was sporting some nice nipple hard-on's, I also got a nice glimpse at a beautiful "fuck me" tattoo on the small of her back...a futuristic looking set of angel wings (with some serious modifications in their design). When she bent over to dig through an equipment bin, I noticed that her pants did nothing to hide her either going commando or having REALLY small underwear on.
All this was gathered in just a few moments of watching her dig through the equipment bin...muttering to herself that she knew the items were right here.
Needless to say, I was mildly amused by her antics and simultaneously curiously aroused by her outfit. However having spent 20 years in the swimming arena (where everyone is somewhat exposed and most guys learn to not sport too many hard-on's lest they be embarrassed beyond belief) I kept myself in control.
I mean she should know me before I bend her over the bin, pull down her pants and bury my meat in her box, right?
So, not knowing her, but really wanting to know her, I cleared my throat and asked if she needed any help.
Apparently she hadn't heard me approach as she practically jumped out of her clothes when she heard me ask to help.
"Well, I guess you can," she started and I quickly learned that she not only had a beauty that played well with the eyes, but a voice that was sweet and melodic. "I'm looking for my daughter's gym bag...it was in the class room when we went into the locker room, but it seems someone cleaned up the class room and now we can't find her gym bag. It's blue and red...has wheels...and should be full of her school books."
"You seem to be in a rush," I said as I put down my things and started to look around the equipment room.
"Yes, I have an appointment with the attorney...I am in the midst of a divorce and shouldn't be late."
"No, I would think not. By the way, my name is Alex....Alexander Tower. I'm the new PR Director." I offered my hand to her.
She took my hand with a grip that indicated someone who knew how to give a firm handshake. "Katrina...Katrina Poseidon. I'm one of the instructors here...teach kick-boxing....and this is my daughter, Kayla." It was then that I noticed a blonde, blue-eyed munchkin who was digging in another equipment bin.
"Hi, Kayla" I waved at her, she waved back and flashed me a smile....I thought to myself, boy will this lady have her hands full when this girl becomes a teen-ager. Kayla and Katrina could have easily passed for younger/older sisters...but one of the more noticeable things was how they both had the same body movements and mannerisms. Truly like mother-like daughter (in some things)
We spent a few minutes digging through the equipment bins when I finally did the old "if I was a (blank) where would I be"? Considering Kayla was the one responsible for the gym bag and probably got bored...I figured it was somewhere other than the class room and these bins.
"Kayla, where else were you today?" She paused and looked at the ceiling deep in thought...I found it humorous almost like she was acting for me.
"I was at the eatery and the playground." Looking at Katrina, I offered to look on the playground if she wanted to check the eatery.
Sure enough, when I got to the playground and asked the monitor staff if they found any "lost" gym bags, they said there was a blue and red one in their office...they hadn't had the opportunity to take it to Lost and Found. Checking the office I found the bag. I took a peek inside to see if there was anything that would indicate it was Kayla's (wouldn't want to take someone else's bag) and discovered there were textbooks that looked like they belonged to a young student, and I did find a Note-To-Home slip that had Kayla's name on it. But I also discovered that if it was JUST Kayla who used this bag...she had some adult tastes: black thong underwear, a lacy bra, and an item that I would've sworn was a button sized vibrator.
Closing up the bag, I caught up with Katrina and Kayla sitting at the eatery. Raising the bag in "triumph" they both broke into heart melting smiles. "My hero," Katrina said jokingly. She stood to gather the bag and Kayla and gave me a hug for finding the bag. I noticed that she not only looked gorgeous, she smelled awesome too! A fruity fragrance came off of her hair...and her body offered a fragrance of a mint of some type...together it was a mix of soft/strong fragrances.
Imitating a cowboy tipping his hat I said "Always willing to help a damsel in distress, ma'am. Just let me know how I can be of service again." She laughed and headed for the door.
That was how we first met....but it set the tone for our interactions. After she finalized the divorce, she seemed kind of "lost" without a man being around her. She seemed to gravitate towards me...slowly at first...but over time, we ended up going to the movies together, fixing dinner at each other's apartments, hanging out on lunch breaks, shopping together, dancing and enjoying family events with her friends and Kayla's friends.
It was during this time that I learned that she was a military brat who had married a Marine and totally subscribed to the notion that a military wife is supposed to be perfect in every way...so when her man comes home, he has nothing to worry about. She never lost that notion and while I am not necessarily a subscriber to that idea, it sure was neat to have her always in the "perfect" mode.
I also learned that she was a computer geek who ran her own computer business on the side and used the kick-boxing classes for relaxation and guy watching. In addition, while I had no social life to speak of, she always seemed to have some hot stud hanging off her arm...of course these relationships would start off with a rip roaring start then crash into the ground in a terrible fashion. Many times she would invite me along with them, and of course I would get death-glares from most of her suitor's (but there were a few that were ok with me tagging along)
Usually I met the guy at the beginning of the excitement...provide a bit of input on whether the guy was worth her time or not....then learn about all the sordid sexual adventures they would have (for instance I learned that Katrina kept her pussy free of pubic hair and she was very tight...always tight....when they had sexual intercourse). Then of course I would usually got a phone call (usually at night at one of the town's dance bars) she would be in tears and I would be the one to comfort her and let her know that all was not lost. There were a few occasions where I even had to help her walk up the few steps to her apartment and into her bed. Oh, sure, I would cop a feel on her breasts or squeeze her butt and if she were wearing a loose fitting blouse, I would take a peek. And yes, there were times when she was so out of it, that I would get her out of her most constricting clothing (namely her jeans and shoes) and put her to bed (I truly enjoyed those occasions) There were even a few times when I stood with her as she purged herself of too many drinks.
Once, about a year into our relationship, I was "babysitting" Kayla when Katrina came home far, far earlier than expected. By this time, I was pretty well woven into Katrina's life...I was not only the male confidant for her but also a "manny"...a male nanny...and it wasn't unusual for me to stay overnight if Katrina came home late (my apartment was about 45 minutes from Katrina's). I slept on the couch...but usually with a pair of Katrina's underwear close by...Like I said, I was a male nanny in a sort of way, but I was a "good guy" too. So noticing that Katrina had a penchant for getting behind in her home life...and I usually didn't have that much office work to do after hours, if I was babysitting, I would bring my office work and laundry and do it at Katrina's. In time I learned how she liked her clothes washed, dried and folded and she allowed me to help her out with the wash and such.
Little did she realize that my fetish for women's underwear would be satiated by doing her laundry...so while I slept in a room down the hall from hers I slept with clothing garments that were mixed with her most womanly scents. I also had already inventoried all her womanly possessions...remember: I'm a curious fellow and it was curiosity was what got me to even meet Katrina. So of course while she was out on dates, I would rummage through her stuff and notice all the various toys and gadgets she possessed for self-gratification and enjoying a partner
On this night though, Katrina went to her room with only a barely audible "good night". Fortunately Kayla was already semi-asleep, so I scooped her up and put her to bed. She gave me a mumbled "good night, Alex" and rolled over on her side...dead to the world.
After a few minutes of cleaning up the living room and putting dishes away, Katrina came down the hall. She was wearing an old sweatshirt that was 3 sizes too big with a "I'm free if you're rich" saying on it (it was her favorite and she always wore it when she wanted to relax). She was also wearing some cotton shorts that barely covered her butt-again comfort clothing for her.
"Are you ok?" I asked. She shrugged. "Care to share?"
