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

Katie's Place (1 of 3)

... finally reopening the hatch. Katie then spent the next ten minutes going through the contents of his wallet while he rubbed her feet. Having examined and taken photos of the array of identifications and platinum credit cards, she handed it back down to him intact. “So you really are Tom.” “And you are?” he asked. “Why, Katie,” she giggled innocently. The smiling brunette continued. “You made the right decision to be my business partner. I wasn’t going to unlock you until you did”. Tom smiled, although the seriousness of her voice and the way her brown eyes focused on him was slightly unsettling. Katie closed the hatch and walked back down to the basement. She took the key from her necklace, where it had hung since her shower, and stepped bare foot into the cell. Stood beside him, Katie looked very different to how she appeared when sitting on the grille above him. She was at least five inches shorter than him, slim, vulnerable and certainly less intimidating than when she’d had him under lock and key. “Your home is very small,” she observed as she placed one hand on each side wall of the room. “It’s not my home, Katie.” “Isn’t it?” “Don’t you ever wear shoes?” he asked, keen to change the subject. He pulled on his shirt as she ran her hand over his tight, fit abs. “Katie!” he said admonishingly. “What?” With her most innocent expression, she ran her fingertips up and over his slim, muscled chest, occasionally catching his eye as she did so. He had to button up his shirt to ...

... make her stop. The various delays, instigated by Katie, meant that Tom didn’t have time to return to his apartment to shower before his meeting and so Katie suggested that he shower at her flat instead. Carrying the keys to her flat and a badly drawn map, Tom finally left the place almost twelve hours after arriving. Ten minutes later, he reached her small and very untidy flat, which comprised a single room with an ensuite bathroom. He was starting to see why Katie was so keen to make a go of her recent inheritance. He picked up her tiny denim shorts that she worn the day before and that had evidently missed the early morning wash. He held the soft worn denim against his face where he could smell her scent magnified from many many wears. He quickly folded them up and put them down. What was he doing? Why was his path becoming so entwined with this woman’s? After clearing the bathroom so that he could shower, he left for his meetings. By early afternoon he had finished and returned to the alleyway with sandwiches and coffee. He didn’t know quite why he’d returned. Maybe because he’d promised her he would, or because she had the ability to blackmail him, or because she needed someone to stop her getting into trouble. Or maybe just because he wanted to experience the excitement of being locked up by her one more time. Katie opened the door, let him in and then deadlocked it behind him. She skipped over and handed him one of two notepads that she’d bought and a pen. Even though ...