And Katie Came Too - Sex Stories

And Katie Came Too

... practice she was good at it now and rather enjoyed it. Kayden began to gasp with pleasure and she kissed him tenderly, fishing in her bag for the tissues as she did so. She was regretting not having brought any baby oil when she felt something wet and warm running over her fingers, and Kayden let out a louder groan. She knew this signalled impending climax so she stopped the massage and caressed the very end of his erection with the tips of her fingers, teasing and tormenting him. A little more cum welled up, running down over her fingers – almost as good a lube as baby oil. ‘Ooh, naughty, naughty!’ she giggled, taking him to the brink of orgasm only to deny him the release he craved, and then back again her timing was perfect, his torture exquisite. ‘Oh, Katie, please, please!’ He was begging for mercy and she was about to take pity on him, when suddenly the cries of children broke the woodland silence. ‘Oh, help!’ gasped Katie, ‘Someone’s coming!’ Hastily she rearranged her dress and he squeezed the protesting Rover back into his trousers, just as a young family strolled into the glade. ‘Kayden!’ hissed Katie, ‘You haven’t wet yourself, have you?’ He shook his head. Katie thought mum had a bit of a smirk on her face as she went by. After that there were more people including a middle-aged man who chatted to them at tedious length about bird life in the woods. Glumly Kayden reflected that there are contrasting ways to deal with a raging erection: for example, a gorgeous ...

... babe with no knickers and a lecture about birds of woodland and wetland; the outcome being the same – the most gallant lover’s ardour will flag sooner or later. Disconsolately they packed up and went home. ****** The following day the snooty receptionist noticed that Nurse Gemma seemed to be wearing slightly more make-up than usual; her heels were a bit higher, too; and come to think of it her tights were white, with the faintest hint of a fishnet pattern. The receptionist didn’t know it, but in fact they weren’t tights but stay-ups. She also noticed that Nurse Gemma’s chest was sticking out more than normal too. The truth is, beneath Nurse Gemma’s brisk, professional exterior smouldered a volcano, a volcano which was never dormant for long and which was due for an eruption – in fact overdue, in Nurse Gemma’s opinion. Nurse Gemma had a boyfriend, a high-flying corporate accountant who earned good money, enough to keep her in the style to which she intended to become accustomed. Unfortunately, though, he worked away a lot. A few days previously he’d flown out to a conference in, of all places, Thailand. She couldn’t understand why he had not booked a return flight till Monday when the conference finished at lunchtime on Friday. What, she had asked, was he planning to spend the weekend doing? ‘I’ll be, ah, networking with business partners..’ was his reply. She was deeply suspicious of these business partners. She suspected they might not be the type who wore grey suits. As a ...