Chapter 2 - The Next Day
When I got into work that morning I was very excited and more than a little nervous. I would be seeing Kat, my co-worker and also the woman whose pictures I had so enjoyed viewing the previous night. Kat had posted her pictures on an amateur sex web site, and I had gone through her pics one by one as she slowly and invitingly removed her pajamas, then pleasured herself with her fingers. Kat had no idea that I had seen her photos, and while I really wanted to tell her how much they had excited me I was not quite sure how to do so.
Kat arrived in her cubicle opposite mine shortly after 8:30. After hanging up her coat and putting her handbag into a drawer, she gave me a pleasant smile and said "Good morning."
"Good morning," I replied, but there I stuck. What to say next? I began to fear that I would stay tongue tied and be unable to tell her how hot she had made me, how incredibly strong my ejaculation had been when I masturbated while looking at her pictures the night before.
If Kat had simply turned back to her desk and gone to work, that might have been the end. Luckily for me, however, she didn't. "I'm going for a cup of coffee", she said. "Can I bring you anything?".
I realized that if I didn't speak now that I probably never would. I answered "I'll walk along with you."
We strolled toward our break room. I was wracking my brain for some way to start the conversation when Kat gave me the very opening I needed. "Do anything special last night?" she asked.
After all, I reminded myself, Kat had chosen to put her pictures on the web for other people to see and enjoy. I took the plunge.
"Well, yes, I did," I answered. "I was cruising the web and ran across a set of pictures that I really enjoyed." I looked at her, barely breathing, to see how she would respond. If she chose not to follow up, I would drop the whole thing.
Instead, Kat glanced at me with a new look in her eyes. Not seductive, not even suggestive; maybe speculative best describes it.
"Oh, yes?" she answered. "What kind of pictures?"
"Pictures of a woman," I said. "A very attractive woman who enjoys her body and is willing to share her beauty with others."
Kat's eyes widened slightly, and her hint of a smile broadened just a bit. "I see," she said. A moment passed and we walked in silence. Then she added "I gather that these pictures were of a rather personal nature. Some people think that there must be something wrong with a person who would put pictures like that out where anybody could see them."
"Some people are wrong," I responded. "Some people are afraid to admit that certain things exist."
Kat's smile was now almost a grin. "Certain things like sex?" she asked.
I was finally able to look her in the eye and try my own smile. "That's right, sex. And some other people really appreciate a person who enjoys sex and isn't afraid to say so."
We reached the break room, got our coffee, and started back to our cubicles. During the return walk Kat was quiet and thoughtful. When we were back in our work area, Kat turned into her cube, then stopped and turned back to me.
"So you liked the pictures. I bet the person who put them out would like to know just how you enjoyed them. Did they make you smile? Laugh?" She waited, her head slightly tilted, her eyes frank.