I know I haven't finished Chapter 1 part 2 yet, but bear with me. Writer's Block I guess. If you have not read Fantasies of Katrina - Introduction, you might enjoy reading that prior to this story. This is another in a series of fantasies involving a co-worker.
Chapter 2 Part 1
Well I finally did it. I let Katrina know that I had been writing erotic fantasies based on her. It was as hard to get up the courage to show her the stories, as it was to judge her reaction to them.
One day when the Coffee House was slow, I brought them up on the website and let her read them. I don't really think that she paid that much attention though. Either that or she was a graduate of a Speed Reading Course.
I was concerned for weeks, that I had really offended her, but she finally asked for the web address so she could look them up again. I don't know if this was for her benefit, or to show someone else. I'm hoping that it was for her, personally. The following story is another fantasy, based on a simple moment in time where I wanted to act, but alas couldn't.
Kat and I had worked very hard that day, and had finally got the place cleaned up. We were sitting at the coffee bar relaxing, having a cigarette, and fooling around on one of the many laptops that line the bar. The place offers Internet Access, on a time/fee based menu that is very popular with the Granola Heads that frequent there.
I was showing Kat some of the erotic literature website's, as well as some of the alternative dating sites, letting her peruse some of the ads. I got emails from guy's wanting to date me for weeks after that.
Kat was leaning on the bar, her arm stretched across it, and her head resting on her arm. She is dressed in her normal everyday casual kind of way. Kind of like my style of dress (Goodwill Meets Walmart). Bulky knit sweater, stretch pants, and tennies.
She was half looking at the screen, but occasionally looking up at my face when I was explaining something. When I would glance down into her face, I would swear that her eyes sparkled. Maybe I was tired, but it sure seemed like it.
She had stuck around much longer that night than normal. I didn't want to see her in trouble, and I was beginning to get concerned that she would suffer the wrath when she got home. Then I remembered, she had told me her husband was out of town for several weeks. I decided to just relax and go with the flow.
Every time I would look down at her face, I would see the sparkle in her eyes, and the smile on her lips. I wanted nothing more than to taste them. To just bend my head down a few inches and meld my lips, and her lips.
I knew the instant our lips met, I would be in heaven. It would be one of the most exciting things I had ever experienced. Years, of pent up longing, being brought to reality is one simple movement.
I knew if it happened, it would send my senses into overload due to the erotic feeling of the moment, and trying to build up the courage in my own mind to go past that kiss.
Then it happened. I couldn't stop it anymore than I could stop and oncoming locomotive, or an avalanche down the side of Everest.
I slowly inched toward her mouth, keeping my eyes transfixed on the stars dancing around in her eyes. Looking, searching, for the approval to go further, to allow our lips to finally touch.
Then just as I had written in my fantasy, she simply said "do it."
I did.
A soft tentative kiss at first, the kind that friends give each other. Then a more insistent one. She then reached up and held my head, pressing our lips together in a deep soulful kiss, tongues dancing together.
Was this really happening, or was it a dream. At this point in my totally confused mind, I really didn't know, but if it was a dream, I hoped I wouldn't wake up soon.
A soft sigh from her breaks me out of my trance, and makes me realize this is no dream.
Here she is, the woman of my fantasies. Yes woman, no little girl, no Barbie, no fake boobs, no bullshit, just 100% pure, soft, real woman. Not a beauty queen or model, yet exuding an innocent, intense sexuality that none of those other plastic females could ever attain.
But what do I do now, what does she want, how do I ensure that I give her back as much as she's given me, just by opening up? How do I let her know that my only purpose is to give her pleasure? That I'm not interested in just using her for my enjoyment. I want to use her for her enjoyment.
I break the kiss, and stare into her eyes. I slowly lower my mouth to her's once more, and begin another deep kiss. Gently and Tenderly I move my hand down to the end of her sweater.
With all the courage I have, I begin to move it up underneath her bulky sweater, enjoying the sensation of her smooth skin on her soft stomach. Until my hand meets with her bra covered breast.
God what a sensation, there is the large soft pillowy breasts that I long to fondle kiss and suck, separated only by the material of her bra, no Victoria's Secret here folks, this is the real thing. I would have it no other way, screw the pretty little flimsy, frilly, stuff, the same prize is still inside.
I move my hand over her breast, fondling it gently, searching out the nipple to tweak through the thick material. Ever vigilant waiting for the inevitable resistance or refusal. It doesn't come. In it's place a soft moan escapes into my mouth, as I continue the gentle exploration.
I start kissing and nibbling all over her face and neck and slowly move my hand down to the underside of her bra and gently dig my finger in underneath the under wire, to lift it and allow her breast to come free. Then it happens. She tenses, and I freeze. I have gone too far, I know it. It's over.
She looks up at me. She is flushed, her breathing has become more ragged.
She says "Will we can't do this here. Someone might see."
She's right, there's a lot of traffic outside, and a lot of people still walking down the street. Even with the lights off, we could both be in a lot of trouble if anyone happened to pass by. Living in a relatively small town does have it's drawbacks. Everyone know's what everyone else is doing. What do I do, where can we go?
Then I remember. A relative of mine is out of town for several weeks. They live only a few houses down from the Coffee House, and left me the keys to check on things and feed their animals.
I say "Come on, I know where we can go, if you want to."