The void of waking. That place where even when you're there, you're not really there. An anti-presence that never existed in the place you almost created. Spencer was floating somewhere amidst this in the most exceptional comfort he felt in perhaps all of his life. Wrapped in warm heavy blankets instead of shivering on a filthy mattress... how they had a kind of compassionate weight to them, like a hug. His head felt as if on some ethereal cloud. His mind - as on most mornings - had a habit of lazily floating between concepts of breakfast. Pancakes please, with... syrup... butter... bacon... hashbrowns... toast with butter... then a sound like a cat's meow. It was like a fracture to his misty thoughts and he became of aware of being quite warm indeed. Mostly at his groin. And oh how good something wet felt. In the whimsical window of subconscious before the click of realization he had imagined for some reason he was making love to heated Jell-O. He of course, was not.
Lucidity brought disorientation, which brought fear. He didn't know where he was, or how he got here for a second until he looked down at the blanket slowly rising and falling around his waist. He gave a single wheezy laugh and his head fell back on the pillow. His hands went up and rubbed his eyes and over his bangs. His blonde hair felt so soft, clean and foreign now, but that was a secondary sensation to the fellatio being performed at a leisurely pace.
"Ha..." He croaked. Spencer wondered as his arms went limp to each side how long Katherine had been blowing him. It seemed to be a hobby of hers. He had never been lecherous, or had an overactive libido but... he could get quite used to this. His wife had been quite happy with their sex life before, but was more of a catcher than a pitcher. With Katherine however, he might have to get a second mitt. "Kath- er, Kitty..."
"Hm?" She responded over his dick innocently unhindered. He felt her rise up and circle his glans with her textured tongue and dive back down. Spencer grabbed the blankets and pulled them up, revealing the curled up girl in shadow eyeing him with bright green cat eyes. She must have placed her contacts back on after waking. He hadn't even got to see her natural irises. Her body was laying the other way up against his, and she seemed to be in her red plaid pajama bottoms. His member was pulled through the front boxer hole.
"What are you up to down there?" He asked playfully. She gave a toothy smile over his tip.
"Nuhhin'." Katherine said, and sucked with a little more effort. He just held the blankets up and watched until she began to move her leg. Something very soft brushed his cheek and he looked to see the pale top of her left foot there on the blanket. Katherine moved it to softly caress his face. He looked down to her and seen her intense eyes watching him as she bobbed her head along his cock. Her left foot repeated the soft touch and she moved her little right foot over it. Spencer had a close up view of her clean soles and cute toes approach and he blushed as they touched his chin and lips. Memories of his wife reluctantly indulging him in this kink with averted eyes, and past girlfriends who had outright found it too weird. How did Katherine know?
The little black polished toes brushed his lips again and he couldn't help but place a quick kiss. She never blinked. That kiss was followed by another one, then a longer one. That milky velvet of her foot caressed his scarred face and he felt enveloped as if in some Indian harem. The mattress, the pillow, the perfect woman pleasuring him from every physical and mental angle. Spencer felt his inhibition slide as her two middle toes wiggled into his lips. He let them in and allowed his tongue and mouth to close around them. Katherine issued an adorable sigh and took him in deep. Heaven on Earth.
Spencer ran his tongue between the two and placed his left hand on the sole of the foot against his cheek. With a delicate touch little more than his fingertips he traced along her arch. He felt her give minor twitches and whines of surprised delight. Katherine slid out her two toes and replaced it with her big one. He felt a subtle shaking on the bed and was certain what her hand was up to. His other hand grabbed the foot at his mouth and he massaged it as he sucked. The blankets fell and Katherine was concealed as they both used their mouths. From the covers protruded both ends of her legs and the tips of her plaid pajamas, but inside he just felt that ever thirsty mouth work it's lovely magic. Minutes passed. Both were worked up to a numb-minded heat, and without warning Katherine popped his dick and her toes out and scrambled on top of him. Her puffball of black hair emerged and when face to face there was one silent second before lips met.
He felt her fumbling with something and thought she was fingering herself to orgasm but was quite wrong. Both little hands returned and rested on his shoulders, then she moved. Her aim was flawless and he gave a sharp intake of breath as what felt like a tight oven suddenly swallowed his cock. She groaned with bit lip and hazy eyes as she slowly gyrated her hips. Her pussy was tight... her pussy was soaked. He was making love to his obsession in her own home, and he had no idea what time it may have been. With the curtain drawn it could have been mistaken for a space beyond time, if not for the sunlight in the hallway beyond the double doors.
His right hand grabbed her firm ass above the pulled down pajamas, and the other ran again through that fluffy mane. She mashed her cheek into his palm and snuggled it as she took him inside with fluid motion. Suddenly he was overcome with some kind of empowerment. Like the current happenings and recent events culminated in such a euphoric freedom that he wanted it all. He thrust powerfully up into her descending hips and she cried out in primal pleasure. He had taken that, now he wanted what was before him. His love. His hand slid through her hair to the back of her head and he brought her face to his. Katherine eagerly opened her mouth when lowering, the last thing he seen were her green irises and eye whites as just thin slivers. Then for quite some time they were entwined in lust. His heavy deliberate thrusts into her and that tiny gap of hunger for the next. Her body was so light and easy to hold. Her cries reverberated in his skull and mind, threatening in it's adorable passion to drive him mad. With an approaching precipice he lifted her face off and they panted nose to nose.
"Kitty... I'm gonna..."
"Mmm... give it all to me..."
"But-"
"I'm on the pill... don't stop!" He couldn't now if he wanted. The point of no return that all men are familiar with. Both of his hands found her shoulder and held tight as he buried inside up to balls. He groaned, her eyes rolled up and tongue hung out as cum wads filled her sex. Katherine clenched her teeth and looked almost as if she was crying as she must have come more than once. The blast of both body and mind subsided in fading pulses. Spencer sighed heavily as his muscles relaxed and he noticed her doing that cute post-climax licking of his cheek and ear, as well as rubbing her face against his. They didn't dare pull out yet from sheer sensitivity. When thoughts returned they were of gratitude to life, the universe and everything. If he was told that he had to walk into a furnace later today he would tip his hat and stroll in on time.
Soon he had deflated and naturally slid out, her remaining on top of him. Spencer stroked her head under his jaw and felt her breathing against him. He found himself beginning to contemplate the future seriously for the first time since letting everything go. He had almost run out of money, so there was a job to get. If he was to keep seeing Katherine he'd need a new residence. No way would he have her in that crusty cesspool again. This morning made it apparent her affection for him was lasting somehow, not that he was complaining but he was allowing fantasies of every morning being like this one...
"C'mon..." He finally whispered. "I'll whip us up a decent breakfast, that sound good?" Katherine looked up with tired twinkling eyes and nodded with a smile. Spencer kissed her forehead and they got up. He stood on the grey carpet and stretched wide. A new day. Perhaps a part of him did die that day at the pharmacy. It felt like some burden had been shed, or a chain unshackled. He put a pin in his corkboard - a mental symbolism he always found efficient and helpful - to reach out to some old contacts for potential work.
As he scratched his chest he considered the two paintings he couldn't make out last night on her wall. The right one was mostly black, with a solitary kitten in the corner. A vague air of loneliness, but mostly a mischievous one. The left was abstract, monochromatic with a violent and frantic mess of black and white streaks, cuts, globs and swirls. Spencer didn't know what to make of this and leaned down.
Katherine watched him with a grin and knuckles to her mouth as he slid on his new jeans and then make the bed, tucking in the lower sheets under the mattress and smoothing out the fake fur covers.
"Come on Mr. Conscientious... Kitty's hungry." She said with her light rasp and audible smile. She stood there in her red pajama bottoms and now matching open plaid top.
"Sorry, can't believe it's so easy to get in the habit of this again." He answered and walked toward the archway. Her green cat eyes raised and watched him step out and she followed. "I'm gonna throw on a new shirt, can you set the table for us?" Her eyes twinkled.
"Yes sir." She said seductively. Again Spencer had no idea what he was doing to her. They walked opposite ways and he stepped into the fancy bathroom. At the mirror he turned on the cold water and drank a few mouthfuls. Clean water... clean running water... the things we take for granted. Gargle. Spit. Out of the bag he pulled fresh socks, a new white tanktop, and a sky blue over-shirt. He stood with a grin and after looking in the mirror, had to wipe his wet eyes. Before he left he scooped and folded up his old clothes which as expected felt and smelled horrid. Something small gave a metallic pang on the floor and rolled away. Spencer knew it from the sound and swiftly retrieved it. The ring lay in his palm as he looked down on it without real thought or emotion. Just a relic. A symbol of the life he had now left behind. It was deposited into his pocket and he strolled out with the bag and folded garbage.
The bag still containing some other new clothes was set next to her dresser, and he descended the stairs. Arriving at the bottom he seen that everything that had been ransacked was tidied up, and two plates and sets of utensils were on the counter. Katherine stood by them with hands down at her sides. She watched Spencer look the place over.
"Wow... I'm sorry, I was going to help with this, but you work fast."
