Katie's Place (1 of 3) - Sex Stories

Katie's Place (1 of 3)

Katie sat on a hard wooden chair looking disappointedly at the place she’s inherited. What the solicitor had described as ‘commercial premises’ was not on the high street, but up a small, rarely used alleyway. No passing traffic and no chance to realise her initial hope of opening a high class clothing store. The place itself comprised the basement and ground floors of a unit in an old brick-built commercial block. It had a small reception area and an empty room behind that didn’t seem to serve any purpose. In the basement there was a further room containing three large cupboards. The place was clean and stylishly decorated in white with red feature walls. She stood up and walked around her new place, trying to imagine what, if anything, she could do with it. Katie had recently quit her job as a shop assistant, one of a long line of failed jobs. She had the intelligence, but hadn’t found anything to inspire her to make the necessary effort. She was 21 years old, with limited qualifications, even more limited cash and no idea on how to make more. But she did now own this place. For the last year she had lived in a bedsit, which was small and always in a mess. Her sink was always full and she was always behind with her laundry. The underwear she was wearing right then had been dirty when she’d put it on that morning. Katie looked up with shock as she heard a knock on the front door. She stood totally still, wondering whether she’d imagined it. There it was again. Katie felt ...

... her heart race up as she slowly stepped forward in her old worn out, sockless trainers. She reached the door and turned the large silver key that was sitting in the deadlock. Outside was a good looking guy who must have been in his late thirties. He was wearing a suit, without a tie and with a few shirt buttons undone to give him a casual look. As soon as he saw Katie, his casual smile changed to a look of surprise and then to a look of slight embarrassment. “Is Emily here?” “No,” Katie stammered in reply. “Oh. Sorry to have bothered you.” He started to walk away. “Emily was my Aunt,” Katie called after him. He stopped and turned, with a look of concern. “Was?” “She’s no longer with us. Car accident.” He stood there in slight shock as he ran a hand through his salt and pepper hair. He didn’t seem to know what do to or say. At Katie’s invitation, the guy followed her into the small reception area and they sat down on the wooden chairs facing each other. Having each said their condolences to the other, they sat saying nothing. He watched the slim girl sitting in front of him. She had her hands on the edges of her chair and was nervously fidgeting. Her eyes darted around the room, occasionally resting on him for just a second. She was sniffing slightly, although he wasn’t sure whether that was from a cold or just grief. Her long brown hair was up in a very untidy pony tail. Her white t-shirt and denim shorts were unironed and in need of a wash. Her shoes were in need of chucking ...