My apologies for taking too long for this fifth installment. I'm deemed an "essential worker", so my time has been limited in getting in front of my laptop. It's been a busy and hectic few weeks. I hope you all are doing well and being safe. We will get through this. God Bless you all.
This is my first attempt at writing a story for this site. It's seventy percent factual with about thirty percent artistic license and fiction added. It's turning into a multiple part story so be patient. Names have been changed to protect the people involved. All characters are over 18 years old. Thanks to LaurieLou for the editing help.
You'll need to read the first four parts of this continuing story for it to make any sense with the characters and where the plot is going.
Thank you! And thank you for all the comments, good and bad.
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Kat and I showered together after our session in bed. We lingered over each other's bodies, but nothing more physical than kissing and cuddling happened. Kat was sated and probably a little sore but a good sore I would hope.
We got out of the shower and I proceeded to towel dry Kat off. I knew she'd need time for her hair and makeup, so I gave her the time to get dry and dressed first. I toweled off and decided against shaving again for the day. I'd shave tomorrow morning before work.
I headed into the bedroom and got dressed in my summer attire. Shorts and a polo shirt were the norm for me going out. I tucked my handgun in the small of my back, grabbed my DSLR camera bag and tripod and went downstairs to wait for Kat to come down.
I browsed my phone for a bit when I heard footsteps on the stairs. Kat was coming down the stairs and when she got to the landing I gasped. She was wearing a black skirt with lace trim going down both sides of her hips. The lace showed her skin, but it was demure enough not to show her underwear. Her blouse was black with lace as well. Semi-low cut with lace trim around the neckline. The sleeves were trimmed in lace and flared out at the ends of the sleeves. Her legs were encased in black fishnet stockings. She had the black cameo choker around her neck, which I remembered her wearing when I first met her. Her earrings were small pentagrams. She was wearing black lace up boots with chunky heels. She had her ever-present black lipstick and gloss on her lips. Her black eyeliner and smokey eyeshadow were perfectly suited for her style today.
I let a low whistle escape my lips as she dropped her duffle bag on the floor. "You approve?" Kat asked me.
"You're simply stunning. A walking vision of beauty and grace encased in sexiness," I replied.
Kat blushed at my words. "Thank you, kind sir! Do you like my skirt and blouse?" She did a little twirl to show it all off.
"Incredible. They look awesome on you!" I told her.
"I made them last night, with your help. You have just as much to do with this as I do," she told me.
"No Katherine. It's all you. Your design, your skill, your dream."
Kat walked up and pressed against me. Her hand went to my chest and she looked at me. "It's us. You and me, together. And I love that," she told me.
Kat stood on her tiptoes and kissed me. I kind of messed her lip gloss up and told her so. She told me she had more and would touch it up in the car.
I asked Kat if she was ready to go. She sighed and nodded. I grabbed her duffle bag, along with my bag and tripod and we headed downstairs to the car. I put all our bags in the trunk and then opened Kat's door for her. Kat got in and thanked me. I liked seeing her skirt ride up her thighs. Yeah, I know, call me a dirty old man. Kat would make an octogenarian drool.
I closed the door and got in the driver's side, backed my car out of the garage and headed to the magistrate's office. On the way Kat fished out a small Kleenex out of her purse. She leaned over and wiped the lip gloss off my lips. Kat giggled and said, "Can't have us both wearing the same color lipstick in front of the judge."
She put the Kleenex into her purse and pulled out the tube of lip gloss. Pulling the sun visor down, she flipped up the mirror cover and started to apply a new coat of shine to her lips. We were at a red light as I watched her do this. To me, this was such a sexy act. I felt myself stirring down below as I watched her.
Kat finished applying the gloss and flipped the visor up. Just then a honk from the car behind me brought me out of my daze. I guess the light had turned green. I jumped a little and raised my hand in the universal "I'm sorry" gesture and drove off.
Kat giggled and asked if I was okay. I cleared my throat and told her what I was staring at.
"Really? Putting on lipstick? Me?" she asked, a little befuddled.
"Yes, you. Yes, it's a sexy thing to me, to see you do that," I told her.
"Oh really? Is it because all you're thinking about is my lips all over the head of your cock?" Kat asked seductively. She reached over and ran her hand over the outline of my hardon.
I moaned a little and said, "Oh, I'm always thinking of that, but that's not why I find it sexy."
Kat continued to caress my erection through my shorts. "Then why is it sexy then?" Kat asked in a very husky voice.
I cleared my throat again. "I guess it's because it's an intimate gesture. You're putting on something that makes an already sexy woman even sexier. It's an act, I guess that a lot of guys don't notice a woman doing, even though it's mostly for the guy's benefit."
Kat smiled and said that she always wanted to look good for me. Her rubbing was still happening, and it was driving me crazy.
"You know, all this talk about lipstick reminds me of a couple of parties in high school I went to," I mentioned to Kat.
"High school? Your younger days, huh? What happened at those parties? Did you hunt dinosaurs?" Kat asked. "Ouch, that hurt!" I kidded her and sighed.
"Well, they were called 'Rainbow Parties' and they were wild, to say the least. It was usually a few guys from the football team and some of the cheerleaders and the popular girls in school," I explained.
"Yeah? So, what happened?" Kat asked intrigued.
"Well the usual drinking and loud music. Nine times out of ten it was usually after a football game. Anyways, it would eventually wind down, but things would get a little uh....x-rated. It was usually the cheerleaders that initiated it. They'd grab two of us players and sit us down on chairs in the middle of the room. Then all the girls.... well not all the girls.... some would put lipstick on. Each one wore a different color. There would be maybe five or six girls and they'd undo our belts and then, the girls would take turns leaving their lipstick mark on the guys and trying to get it the farthest down....," I trailed off.
"Oh...," Kat slowly said, getting a mental image of the situation.
"Yeah. So anyways, maybe that's why I think that way about a woman putting on lipstick," I told her.
"So, what happened to the ones with the farthest mark?" Kat asked with wide eyes.
"Well, the winners went off to the bedroom and the losers may or may not have hooked up. Depended on how they felt about each other." I told her.
"Soooo, did you go to the bedroom?" Kat asked with a sly smile on her face.
"Uh, well once or twice," I confessed.
"Slut," she giggled and grabbed my erection through my shorts. "You're such a male slut."
"Hey now!" I said, a little offended. "I was a perfect gentleman, 18 years old and full of innocence."
"You're so full of it, your eyes are brown!" Kat laughed loudly.
"Can't blame a guy for trying, right?"
