Another little fun story, not to be taken too seriously. No sex really, so don't complain about that if you read it.
I would however like to hear from you if you like these little tales, to see if it's worth my time to continue with them. (Oh dear -- I wonder what response that is going to bring).
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"I'm here you bastard," the very attractive brunette snarled at me as I opened the door and she pushed her way, angrily past me, into my apartment. "I've agreed to do it, but I won't be enjoying it, I can promise you."
"Good afternoon Kate," I found myself addressing her back, beautifully shaped as it was, as she stormed brusquely through into my living room. "Can I take your jacket?"
"Yes, here, take it," she snapped at me, handing me her rather fetching, rather expensive leather jacket. "But that's all I'm taking off."
"But wouldn't that make it all rather difficult Kate," I asked, light-heartedly, risking a grin, which was not too well received. "A bit uncomfortable as well, perhaps."
"Damn the comfort," she shot back with a glare. "Damn you as well Mike, and damn my stupid bloody husband for letting you get him into this position."
"What position would that be, Kate?"
"You know bloody well what position," she cried back. "Threatening to bankrupt him if he didn't get me to agree to letting you fuck me. I thought you were a friend Mike. How could you do such a thing?"
"Oh, that position."
"Yes that bloody position," she nigh on screamed at me. She wasn't a very happy bunny. "I've got no panties on, so if you want me then I'll pull up my skirt and we'll do it right here and now. Then I'm going straight home to that hopeless husband of mine, and don't expect me to ever talk to you again, our friendship is finished."
"Be more comfortable in the bedroom," I suggested tentatively, not expecting to get a positive reaction, which the look of fury on her face soon confirmed.
"Come on then," Kate managed to spit out, trying to hold her tears back, her hands shaking, as she started to nervously roll the hem of her dress up her lovely shapely thighs. "Let's get this over with."
I watched her.
A bit too long maybe?
Golly she was gorgeous. Five-five or so, slim but curvy, tits that I knew from past times around my pool, hardly needed any form of bra to assist them. Long lustrous dark hair that framed her cute face, and those deep blue eyes that so entranced me. My own wife was an attractive enough woman, but Kate was indeed a veritable beauty.
How on earth did I find myself in this position?
How had her husband, a long time friend, been so damned stupid?
"Hang on now Kate," I stopped her, holding up my hand. "Not here."
"I've told you," she sobbed, unhappily. "I'm not undressing and I'm not going with you to your bedroom. It's here, like this, or not at all."
"Not at all then," I answered her calmly, feeling guilty for what I'd put her through, for no fault of her own.
"But .... But ....." She uttered, lost for words.
"We need to talk Kate," I interrupted her. "As beautiful as you are, and as much as I've always fancied you, I have no intention of having sex with you. Not here, not in my bedroom, not anywhere."
Kate stared at me, wide eyed. Oh, those beautiful wide eyes, how they sparkled.
"I'm very sorry Kate," I continued. "I could bankrupt your husband if I chose to, but I've never intended to. Why would I want to do that and put all those people out of work?"
"I don't understand," Kate whimpered, letting her dress fall back down those lovely thighs -- Sort of a pity really!
"This was his idea, not mine," I explained.
"My husband's idea," she exclaimed in surprise. "Why would he want this to happen?"
"To keep me quiet!"
"To keep you quiet?" She repeated. "Quiet about what?"
"Well, I did promise not to tell you."
"Tell me about what?"
