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

Katie's Place (1 of 3)

... the other, she made the short walk back to the alleyway, stumbling a couple of times in the unaccustomed heels. She opened the door and walked into the back room where she un-padlocked the steel hatch. A shiver of excitement ran the length of her body as she lifted the steel and saw the fit, bare-chested guy beneath her, shielding his eyes from the light. “You still here?” Katie smiled as she crouched down, knees together and handed him a coffee through the heavy grille. “Actually I was just leaving.” he joked with his dry throat from lack of talking. “Like to see you try!” Katie giggled, shaking her head as she sat down on the grille above him and again slipped her feet through the bars. He noticed her new look. Even her feet which again she swung and which this time almost knocked over his coffee had been cut and painted pink. “Well if the coffee’s any good I may stay.” “Good, I have a proposition for you,” Katie said as she instinctively tried to cross her legs, but couldn’t with the grille between her knees. “A proposition?” “I want you to help me make this business work.” “What business?” “This business, my Aunt’s business!” she exclaimed. He smiled and rolled his eyes. In response she pulled out her dress from under her so that her skimpy pink panties were resting on the bars just above his head. “Oh don’t do that,” he complained as he buried his face into the back of her calves. “Why?” “Because... I’m a guy who’s just spend all night locked in sensory deprivation ...

... and now your body in that dress is giving me sensory overload!” “Good,” she smiled, oblivious to the anguish she was causing below. He ran his hand through his slightly greying, dark hair. “There’s more to this business than you know,” he replied having finally refocused on the question. “That’s why I’m making you the offer. I need your help.” “Look I don’t know.” Katie was pouting as she wrapped her ankles around his neck and squeezed. “Look at it this way, who else can I ask?” It seemed as though she needed his help, at least this might give him some leverage. “Maybe we should talk in the cafe over another coffee.” “No I like you down there,” she smiled as she tried to rub her feet against his face. Okay, it gave him no leverage. He grabbed her feet and again started to massage them mainly as a way of controlling them and stopping himself from getting kicked in the face. “First I need to know my business partner’s name,” Katie said. “Tom,” he replied after a short pause. “Okay Tom, pass me your wallet, I just need to check.” “That’s not necessary.” He was still distracted by her slim legs when she pulled them back through the bars and stood up. “Maybe you will show me your wallet tomorrow!” She spoke calmly, but firmly as she lowered the steel hatch cover, plunging him yet again into darkness. Standing in bare feet on the hatch, she counted in her head until she heard the inevitable cries of help from underneath. She listened with amusement they grew more desperate before ...