Wild Horses
Date: 02.02.2010Keywords: Horses, Wild,
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In the parking lot, I took her hand, and said, "Kath, you're not a customer anymore, you're a friend. Don't you ever be afraid to tell or ask me for anything, you hear?"
With a thoughtful look on her face, she nodded, and we headed for the door, hand in hand.
We had a good time. Talked and laughed, shared food and memories, tossed back a couple of beers each; and now that I think about it, we both listened.
On the way back to her place, I thought about how much time I spent alone and in my head; realized I was doing it again by thinking about it.
Kath asked me in when we got to her house, but I begged off claiming too much to do.
Her last words, from her porch were, "You are coming back, aren't you?"
Smiling, I said, 'Wild horses, Kath, wild horses."
I pulled in around six o'clock the next morning with coffee and donuts, to a swinging dog door and Sally acting happy as all get out to see me. We talked and played 'pet me all over' until I realized that Kath had never made an appearance. I climbed the steps and knocked, waited, and knocked again, louder. Sally went inside; I heard some barks; and a couple of minutes later Kath opened the door. She looked good, in a what-the-cat-drug-in kind of way. She slipped her arms under mine and hugged me; then headed for the kitchen. She sipped at her coffee; turned her nose up at the donuts; started mumbling about her problem with 'damn Donna'. I got her to stand, picked her up, and carried her down the hall to the only open door and placed her on the bed. I sat next to her and told her to sleep; Sally and I had stuff to keep us busy. I pulled the cover up and closed the door.
I drank both coffees; Sally had the lion's share of the donuts, with a bowl of milk.
I was busy in the big room setting up my equipment when I heard a "hi", and turned to see Kath coming across the room wearing a robe, her hair wet but brushed out, carrying two cups of coffee.
"Hi gorgeous, feeling better?"
She nodded, set a cup down by me, walked to the computer; hit a button and the printer started.
I watched her stand there, drinking her coffee. She seemed nervous. She kept moving little things around, stop, and then move the same things back to where they were.
The printer stopped and she brought the pages over to the table and layed them out. She said over her shoulder, "what do you think?"
I went over next to her, bent over with my elbows on the table, and took a long look, end to end. Still looking down, I said, "beautiful, just like you."
I looked at her, she mumbled, "thanks" turned away, and with a shaky sound to her voice said, "what's next?"
I picked up the pages for the left hip and stomach, fed one into the stencil maker, and said, "stencil," waited, fed the next in, waited, said, "done."
With that same shaky quality, I heard, "already?"
I motioned her to the futon and pillows I had placed on the floor. Explaining as I went along, I placed her on her right side, with me behind her, starting with her hip I could then roll her towards me for her stomach. As I began to pull one side of her robe open to expose her hip, she jumped and her entire body went rigid. I pet her for a moment, chalking it up to being a virgin. Her panties were going to be a problem, so I explained that she would have to hold them down, or if she just removed them, she could use the other side of her robe to cover herself.
She chose the later, and as she lifted herself to remove them, I turned and busied myself with my equipment.
When she said that she was ready, I turned back and explained that I was going to clean, lightly shave, clean, and place the stencils. There wasn't much to shave, just some fine golden hairs that had probably never known a razor.
Waiting for the stencils to set, I spoke softly, telling her that we were almost ready to begin; that it would most likely sting, and in some areas worse than others; to just try and relax; talk if she needed; and if it started to get to her, let me know and I will stop. There was no rush, this was not a one setting job in any case, and that if it takes more visits than I figured, that was OK by me because I really enjoyed being with her.
I turned to check the setting on the machine one more time, and as I hit the switch I thought I heard a sob. I set the machine down and turned back to Kath. Her entire body was shaking; she had her hands over her face and was crying so hard that I could see the tears dripping from the edge of her hand. I rolled her on to her back, put my hands under her shoulders and lifted her to a sitting position against my chest, hugging and rocking her.
It all started to rush out of her, all about don't hurt her, she didn't want a tattoo, she only wanted to meet me, be with me, didn't think I would like her if she didn't get one, don't hate her; on and on she went emptying herself.
I couldn't take any more. I had tears in my eyes as I looked around for something soft; let go of her; and pulled my t-shirt off.
I began to softly call her name over and over and finally got her hands away from her face. I gently smoothed her hair out of the way and started to dry her tears with my shirt, telling her, "I told you not to be afraid, I care for you, Kath. Aw hell, I think I love you Kath."
Kath got to her knees, threw her arms around me, her lips on my neck, whispered, "I'll never be afraid with you here. I love you too, Nick."
I drew back a bit, took Kath's head between my hands, searched her face, wiped some final tears away with my thumbs, smiled, got a smile in return, and gently kissed her.
We stayed that way for a time. Kissing, being kissed; holding, being held. I whispered against her lips, "I want you, Kath." She whispered back against mine, "let me freshen up." After another kiss, I released her and watched her out of the room.
I unplugged the equipment and slid it behind a plant; lie back on the futon; closed my eyes for a moment. When I opened my eyes, Kath was standing there, still in her robe. I reached towards her with one hand, patted the futon with the other. She playfully shook her head no, said, "Come over here."
As she walked away, she untied her robe, let it slip from her shoulders and fall to the floor. She stood facing the mirror, looked at me over her shoulder, smiled impishly, and said, "I wasn't paying attention, do it again."
I could see her watching me through the mirror as I stood.
"So she wants to play," I thought. "Well we'll just see about this." I slowly unzipped my jeans and emptied my pockets. I let my jeans slide down my legs, sat down and pulled them from one leg, then the other. As I straightened up, I put on my best karate sensei impression by drawing in a large breath, raising my arms above my head so that my hands met in prayer, then suddenly dropping both arms, hands clenched with index fingers extended, thrust my hands towards Kath, and exhaling, "YOU!"
Kath jumped, and started laughing hard. I waited for her to calm, and when I saw her watching me, I dropped my arms to my sides and started slowly towards her. As I neared, I did my Mr. Myagi, clapping my hands, then rubbing them together briskly while growling a chant in my throat. I didn't stop my rubbing or chanting, and her eyes got big as I came up behind her. Raising my arms over her head and down around her body, my face above hers in the mirror, I gave her my vampire stare locking her eyes to mine. Suddenly, my hot hands went to Kath's breasts, her nipples between my middle fingers, and I pulled her against me; at the same time, my open mouth found the pulse on her neck, my tongue making small, pushing circles as I continued the growling chant.
Kath's body went rigid; I slid my left hand across her stomach, stopping with the heel of my hand on her pubic mound and one finger sliding between her lower lips to circle her clit. Her lower body arced away from me for a moment, then came back and did a series of small humps. "Oh…oh…oh…oh," escaped from her lips; timed with her movements. In the mirror, I watched her body flush starting at her thighs and moving upwards across her stomach to her breasts and finally her neck and face.
I felt good.
When she had calmed, I whispered, "just for you, Kath. Only for you."
Kath, turned in my arms, her head on my chest, one hand between us, seeking and finding my cock; stroking its length, making it pulse with her touch, turned her face to the mirror and found me looking at her. "My man, she said, "my beautiful man. No more games. I want you, Nick. I want you in me, now."
Kath led me to the fouton, faced me, put her thumbs in the waistband of my briefs and pushed them down; following with her body, she was kneeling as I moved my feet and kicked my briefs away. Kath reached for my cock, but I put my hands under her arms and urged her back to her feet. "Like you said, no more games," I whispered.
I bent down and kissed her, letting my lips move to her throat, and then between her breasts, and across her stomach, my hands keeping pace from her armpits, along the outside of her breasts to her hips. I ended up resting back on my heels, my knees on the futon and between her legs. I pulled her closer to me, and with a siight pressure from my hands on her hips, got her to slide down my body; my lips going back the way they had come. I felt my cock touch the heat of her pussy. Kath gave a little wiggle to line us up, and then slowly inching her way down; her pussy nipping, my cock pulsing; she gave me the ultimate sharing.
Our lips meet, and in a hungry, sucking, biting frenzy, we both moan meaningless things into each other's mouth. We are one. We are all.
I turned around so I could kiss her and hold her. She just lay there for a few minutes. She them got up and headed for the shower. I followed her to the shower. I asked her, "Is there something wrong?" She said, "I have to go back to town to meet with the lawyers about dumping her asshole husband.
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Keywords: Horses, Wild,