Chapter 1 -- Getting to know the beautiful Katya (Katey)
This is a true story. My true story.
So I'm originally kiwi (from New Zealand) polynesian, dark brown skin but was educated in England UK. 46 years old now. 5'10", 200lbs size 13.5 shoes, deadlift 550lbs, Athletic. Trained with the British Army and after my service worked in the Middle East, North Africa and on large ships as a PMSC contractor. I managed to get involved in the defence industry and have a dignified life as a defence contractor now living in the US. Divorced with 2 kids. And that's me.
Now let me tell you about "Katya/Katey" (short for Ekaterina). We met during an Embassy National day function I attended in 2017, approximately a year after my divorce. It was a day that changed my life forever. A lady friend who used to model and now did PR for a very cool club downtown recognised me and came over to say hi. I set my beer down as she came right in for what was truly an enjoyable hug and kiss on the cheek. I asked her how she was and she said business was doing great. I asked who her lucky date was and she joked that she was saving a date for me but came with a friend. Not knowing that this was about to change everything. "Here she comes now..."
I looked over and what I saw literally took my breath away. She was beautiful. One of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen. My friend kept talking but I wasn't really listening anymore. I just couldn't take my eyes off her. 25 years old, long blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes that sparkled when she smiled. She looked at us and I held my breath as she approached us. She moved like poetry, in slow motion. Between a pair of luxurious long legs and what was an outstanding cleavage, it was hard to decide where to look. A blonde bombshell at slightly over 5'8" (she was wearing 4" heels when we first met so she stood over 6ft) with an itty bitty waist she couldn't weigh more than around 110 lbs soaking wet. She just took your breath away.
"Hi, I'm Katya, but you can call me Katey," she said with a man crushing smile. It was the kind of smile that was full of sublime innocence. No pretence. No agenda. Just pure kindness.
I tried not to be rude to my friend but once she introduced me to her friend Katya I just couldn't take my eyes off her. I knew this was the only girl for me. Katya was Russian; her full name was Ekaterina. She looked like a young Heather Thomas but taller, bright blue eyes, flashing smile and a pair of breasts that were Sports Illustrated worthy (her breasts were real too - unbelievable). Then there was her ass, which words fall short to describe; it belonged to a mythological Greek Goddess. Epic. Like I said - bombshell...
Katya used to be a professional photoshoot model - stuff like bikinis, lingerie and even Victoria Secrets -- like I said, bombshell... She had just received a Master's degree in Mass Comms & Media and was now starting out in the world of film and production. She was enjoying it but transition from being in front of the camera to behind it wasn't easy.
My friend took the hint and went off to talk to handsome guys in military uniforms, leaving me alone to chat with Katya. It was an effortless conversation and boy she was funny. I hadn't laughed like that for many years and enjoyed our silly conversation.
She was a real hippy. She loved the whole world, which in her version was a bright happy place full of flowers, bunnies and cotton candy. A completely different version of my earth - full of terrorism, asymmetric warfare and so many lost friends in far-away places that we shouldn't have been in.
Her quirkiness was adorable for me. As far as she was concerned she could feed herself by staring at the sun and wondered if the moon really was made out of cheese. We'd play these games like 'the floor is lava' in the living room or 'zombie apocalypse planning' in the supermarket just because she loved to talk crazy and had such a colourful imagination.
We dated for about 4 weeks after the Embassy night until we finally spent the night together. To say it was memorable would be an understatement. This was lust of biblical proportions.
I mentioned that I'm still fairly athletic - I bench over 280lbs and can still finish a 7 mile (11km) run in around 40minutes. I have never surrendered to a woman in bed but with Katey, it was close. For the first week after we spent the night together we probably stayed in bed for 4 or 5 days straight before we came up for air. She was insatiable. She would give me 20 - 30 minutes to rest before sucking my dick into whatever salute it could muster before pouncing on me again. And again... and again...
So I'm armed with a respectable calibre weapon - 8" long and thick (nearly 3" inches in diameter). She on the other hand had the tightest and softest vagina in the mid-west -- Blonde Greek Goddess. Despite how much sex we were having, she just couldn't seem to get enough. She would cum and cum and then cum some more. I think I'm not exaggerating when I say that our record in that first few weeks was 8 times in a single day. She would come nearly every time and I came about 3-4 times.
Apparently she had a long term boyfriend with whom she had been together for nearly 3 years about 6 months before she met me. She claimed she'd had not been intimate with a man since that time, hence the sudden appetite was making up for lost opportunities. I wasn't complaining. Apart from 6 months of abstention she told me her ex-boyfriend was an intellectual person -- she loved his mind but he wasn't very physical, or as big in the johnson as I was. She also thought it was really cool I was polynesian -- especially compared to her snow white complexion. I suppose all those guys in Russia must look like Thor -- blonde blue eyed types. I must have been her exotic 'barbarian savage' fantasy man being much darker skinned. Probably why she raped me everyday for about a month after we got together.
What I enjoyed the most though was the cuddling. She was tactile -- like a koala bear. She wanted to be holding hands or sometimes flat out hugging me while we walked on the street or in a mall. Once she even insisted I piggyback her around the mall. I know some folks may find that irritating or 'needy' but my ex-wife was never affectionate. So to have this 25 year old gorgeous ex-model physically near me all the time was something of a dream come true.
At the time we met (2017) she was only 25 and I was 40 - she was 15 years younger and although people tell me I look young for my age you could tell that I was older. Our age gap seemed to work in my favour though.
She grew up with a mother and older brother but her father was a bit of a rolling stone and she didn't have much contact with him. Perhaps being near me, helped to fill some part of the void she had in her soul.
Either way she seemed to love that I was a little older than her, ex-military, kept fit and had a good business. I had a respectably comfortable home, a full 4 car garage, swimming pool, more rooms than a single man needs, plus apartments in different cities. She liked that I was successful but still did stuff with my hands like build furniture or fixed things and would help her keep house; taking out the garbage, doing the dishes and whatnot -- she would often say how she finally felt safe and very loved by a 'real man'.
