My name is "Kat" - Sex Stories

My name is "Kat"

My name is “Kat” My name is Kevin, but most everyone calls me “Kev.” It’s funny how a nick-name can be attached and then sticks. Okay, I work in an office building as a mail-clerk…you know…deliver and pick up office mail for a variety of corporations in this sky scraper building. You can meet a lot of interesting people with the duties of my job. That’s how I met Kathrine, “Kat”, as she has requested of those who know her. Well, several weeks and even months have lapsed since I met Kat. She is a very attractive brunette, about 5’6 ½ ” tall with a wonderful personality. She has a very extended education with lots of wall paper credentials to back it up. Me, I have a Bachelors degree…it’s almost laughable, but the pay is good. As my story progresses, keep in mind, I didn’t know that Kat was even interested in me. As one carries out the duties of my job, they will hear and see many things, some true, some real, and some, well—down right fantasies. The time of year is about Christmas time 2000 and everyone is happy and in good spirits. One of my colleagues, Janice, Jane as we call her, asked if she could walk the building with me today…I agreed. We are good pals and she is a close friend of Kat. Jane and I tried to be an item…I say “tried”, because after a office party one evening, a few months back, when she “tried” to take me inside her, I proved to be too big around and she cried uncle…saying something about it hurting to badly and feeling like it was ripping her pussy. I ...

... will say, she gave it the old college try…I’m thankful she continues our friendship and she is a great pal…a few women before her wouldn’t even try once they saw it. This I think is where the real story begins, in my opinion. Okay, here goes: It was just a week or so before Christmas and Jane, with a few other pals invited me for a drink at our local bar. As we were leaving the building, we met Kat and the short of it, she joined us. After a few beers, lots of jokes and some juicy gossip, I tried to pardon myself and head home; however, the guys and gals would have no part of it and talked me into another round of drinks. When I reseated, I sat next to Kat and I couldn’t help but breath in her perfume…whew, what a wonderful aroma…it was more intoxicating than the alcohol. Kat is my idea of a perfect woman; very sexy body; absolutely beautiful face with dimples when she smiles; and plump lips that beg to be kissed. I was so taken back by her presence that I didn’t even hear the conversation at the table. Kev, Kev,…earth to Kev, came a voice, jerking me back into the here and now… “umm, sorry, what” and everyone started laughing, excusing it to the drinks. It was then I began to notice a rise in my levy’s and apparently so did Kat. When I realized she saw the bulge, I was embarrassed, but Kat put her hand on it and said, “this ought to make for an interesting conversation later” as she smiled real big with those beautiful dimples very pronounced and took another drink of her beer. ...