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

Katie's Place (1 of 3)

... inside. He turned around only just in time to see the door bang closed behind him. It was only then that he realised he was in the pitch black as he hadn’t told her about the lights. He walked up to the door and pushed, but it was too late, he was on the wrong side of two inches of steel. As he laid in the dark concrete box this thoughts jumped from one thing to the next. Emily was no more, but who was her niece? Could he trust her? It was too late to worry about that now. Whoever she was, she had a great figure. No, he mustn’t think like that, she must be fifteen years younger than him. What was her name? He should have asked her. He’d given away all control to a girl whose name he didn’t even know. His thoughts were stopped as the mystery woman lifted the metal cover and looked down at him through the heavy grate. “Oh it’s dark down there!” “Yes, all light switches.... and door handles are on the outside.” Katie jumped up and with one bare foot still standing on the grate, started to play with the light switch. “On. Off. On. Off,” she giggled as she played with the switch. He looked up from underneath her wondering if he’d made a mistake by letting her lock him up. She wasn’t taking this seriously. Would she even remember to let him out? But when she had tired of playing with the light, she sat down on the edge of the grille with her legs hanging down between the bars. She swung her legs back and forth as she drank from a bottle of beer. He had to grab her feet to avoid ...

... being kicked in the face as they swung towards him. He looked up at her slim figure sitting on the barred grille above him and as he did so, started to inadvertently massage her feet. “Mmm that’s nice,” she smiled. “What?” “My feet, it’s nice. Keep going.” “What’s your name?” he asked. She giggled as she let down her hair so that it hung untidily around her head. “You really don’t know much about me, do you.” “Well maybe you should tell me.” He ran his lips up her calf muscles and watched as tiny goose bumps started to form. She smiled, threw her head back and took another sip of beer. Whether it was the situation or just tiredness, the mystery woman was starting to look more and more attractive. He reached up and ran his hands up her thighs. Katie let him do this, partly because it felt nice being touched by this sexy guy, but also because she was taking note of the very expensive watch on his wrist. “Okay, until tomorrow,” she purred as she pulled her legs out from between the bars and stood on the grille above him. He instinctively tried to reach up through the grill and touch her body that was now hopelessly out of reach. Instead, he had to quickly retrieve his hands as Katie lowered the metal hatch that covered the grille and locked it with the padlock. He sat down on the hard cell floor, now sure that he wanted to spend the night as her prisoner. Katie sat down cross-legged on top of the hatch in one of her yoga positions and started to breathe more slowly. Right then she ...