As I sat there getting ready to leave finishing up a few minor odds and ends on my next presentation for work I received and odd instant message.
[Helliun] hey Kathy
I looked at it oddly. Normally I didn't give out my name so this couldn't be a complete stranger but someone playing with me. It looked like a nickname a close friend would use so I answered in kind.
[KitKat] hello chris
[Helliun] not chris lol
[KitKat] then who?????
[Helliun] saw you Friday
Interesting, I went out to the bar with my sister on Friday. Then it dawned on me.
[KitKat] hi troy
[Helliun] what are you doing tonight
[KitKat] working out at the old mansion, I have to finish that project before the end of the month.
[Helliun] kewl I got to run ttyl
[KitKat] bye sweetie
He'd logged off. I had an odd feeling about that message. I shook off the feeling and went to change clothes. The last few days it had been so hot I was drowning in perspiration by the time night fell. I picked out a pair of skimpy shorts and a bikini halter top. The shorts were just barely long enough to cover the scar on the round of hip I'd had since a child. I looked in the mirror as I bound my hair in braids to keep the long chestnut locks out of my face. I stepped back and retied the halter more appropriately over my firm breasts. Finally I decided that I couldn't do much better for working out at the mansion and left to get something done.
The heat was horrid I stopped for a second to go grab a beer from the cooler near the front door. I heard a knock on the door. I looked up and it was Troy. I smiled then sighed. Troy is terribly cute and I'm covered in paint and dust. I opened the door trying to straighten myself out as much as possible.
"Hey sweetie, what's up?"
He grinned a very sexy grin as he walked in, "Not much was in the area and thought I'd drop by."
I rolled my eyes, the mansion was out of anyone's way. "Want a beer?"
"Sure"
I handed him a cold bottle and walked back towards the bedroom I was working on. All the sudden the idea of being in a bedroom with Troy brought heat to my cheeks. I tried to concentrate on the task at hand and not this sexy man that was following me into the room. I bent over to pick up the paint easel I had been working with and continued to work on the walls. I took a small brush working on the north mural.
"You're hand painting the wall?" The amusement in his voice was cute.
"Well certain things are done better with the hands don't you think?"
"I think it depends and the insinuation."
I giggled and winked at him. Turning back to the wall. All of the sudden I felt him right behind me.
"Your sister told me that you thought I was cute"
"Oh she did?" I was pissed I had been told on, and cute was an understatement I thought Troy was damn sexy. A bit larger build than typically considered sexy but his mannerism and the way he carried himself was a hell of a turn on. I had never been so turned on being around a man. This man was my sister's friend though and things like that get messy.
"Kathy? Are you embarrassed?"
I sighed and turned towards him, trying not to get paint on his shirt he was so close to me. "I'm not embarrassed I'm annoyed"
"Why?" He raised an eyebrow at me.
"Because I wanted to tell you I thought you were adorable" I smiled at him and for the first time I looked into his eyes and realized I'd really screwed up. I shouldn't be loosing my mind around someone nearly a stranger. My heart skipped and my pussy slickened, my body was reacting just at his presence, nothing more. I wanted desperately to walk out but my knees were weak and I was nearly backed against the wall in the first place.
"Well thank you" he replied with a sexy smile, he placed his hands on my hips pulling me towards him.
As his lips caressed mine I felt a new hunger something I had thought died a long time ago. All I could think was I wanted more. I needed more, more of his lips, more of his taste, more of his body, I needed him. I tried desperately to shake this feeling as he pulled back from me I looked at him and felt even more lost. Everything I knew about Troy told me not to fall for him and every sensation in my body begged for me to give myself to him.
I tried to rationalize as his hands moved over my body. He took the paintbrush away from me and set it in the jar with the others. I tried to move past him to more open terrain to get air, he followed closely.