Kate & Jim Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

Kate & Jim Chapter 4

... hair up for Jim, a dab of perfume behind each ear and on her wrists. They toasted marshmallows over their campfire to a golden brown on the outside; hot, gooey and creamy in the middle. Jim brought out wood and canvas folding chairs from the barn, the short ones that sit close to the ground. Kate didn’t sit on hers; she sat between Jim’s legs leaning up against him for a backrest. His strong loving arms were wrapped around her as they watched the fire, the only light for miles, aside from the stars and half moon. “Do you want to hear about the mystery now, beautiful?” “You know I do,” Kate answered squeezing Jim’s hands and snuggling closer, “I’ve been waiting all day.” “You smell like Jasmine and it mixes well with your womanly scent, my love.” “The story, Jim.” “I’m tempted to rip your dress of and ravish you now.” “The story, please; how did the house burn down? What happened?” “I was tempted to rip your clothes off and ravish you when we were neighbors. However you were married and off limits. The first time I was tempted was right after your Neighborhood Garden Club meeting in October of 2007. Your had just cut your beautiful waist length hair short; into a blunt, chin length bob with blunt bangs; I liked it better long and loose or when you wore it pinned up. I was always on the lookout to catch a glance of your long red tresses down and loose. You were wearing a white blouse under a tailored navy blue jacket and matching skirt; stockings and black pumps. I also ...

... remember you had a cameo set in gold filigree pinned to your jacket and a red silk scarf tied around your neck for a splash of color. Do you remember that day, you little red vixen; I was underneath my truck changing the oil when you walked into the garage. I miss that old truck. Do you know that after I sent it through the crusher, I saved it? I have the cube outside next to my office.” “Yes I remember that day. You were in the garage under that old truck. You slid out from under it on the creeper and stood up. You wiped your dirty hands on the front of your coveralls; if I remember correctly, you were in need of a shave. You walked right past me without a word to the refrigerator. You took out two cans of cola. You offered me one. I politely declined. You drank them both down and burped loudly to annoy me,” and she started laughing. Scratching your butt you asked, “What the heck did I do now?” “You remember well, Katherine. You were very charming and you were flittering when you suggested I plant perennials per the decision of the Neighborhood Improvement Committee. You handed me a very precise drawing so all the perennial flower beds would be the same from house to house on our street. Included were a list of the correct flowers; spring, summer and fall varieties and how and where they should be planted.” “I remember, Jim. I thought you agreed after you said you’d take care of it. I thought I’d finally won after you dug the flower bed in the right spot to my specifications. I ...