Can he Rescue Kat's cat and Kat? Pt. 02

Part two.

"Did you like the feeling of my mustache?"

"I think so, although I was preoccupied with those overly active lips of yours." What a kisser, she thought; he took my breath away.

I smiled and said, "We can try it again if you're not sure."

"You're too much." Kat honestly wanted more; nevertheless, she playfully swatted my shoulder and walked back to the trail. However, I hadn't heard a definite no.

Not wanting to admit her true desire, Kat had lightly slapped me. Yet in her mind she was thinking about how she could get another kiss like that and remain righteous. After all, she was wearing Dirk's ring.

Nothing more occurred that day of a sensual nature. Our walks continued through Friday of the third week of July, during which nothing out of the ordinary happened. On that Friday we made plans to meet again on the following Monday.

Kat was confused about her romantic feelings. She had known Dirk for a considerable amount of time, and now they found themselves engaged. She believed that Dirk loved her, and she loved him. For the most part, she felt lucky to have connected with him. He was very popular with all of their friends and extremely handsome. Together, they had shared many good times; however, lately those good times had become less common. She felt Dirk was taking her for granted; sometimes he displayed a jealous temper, and his alcohol consumption was becoming excessive. On the other hand, she hadn't known Jeff for very long but enjoyed his company immensely. She felt he always appreciated her, and she liked him more than she cared to admit. Jeff, while handsome in his own right, pales in comparison to Dirk, who possesses a more impressive physical presence. Jeff's personality shines: he is intelligent, confident, caring, and has a wonderful sense of humor. Jeff doesn't seem to have any negatives, yet she hasn't known him for very long and then only as a friend. Thinking back, everything about Dirk seemed positive at the beginning of their relationship as well.

Out of nowhere, on Sunday, I received a message from Kat that made my heart sink. Apparently on Saturday night, she and Dirk had a long discussion about their relationship. They managed to work things out, and they came to an agreement on how they could better cement their connection and create the kind of union they both wanted. Dirk was humble and charming for once; he apologized for the things he had said to Kat and promised to curtail his drinking. While Dirk never admitted to attempting to get rid of her cat, he did tell Kat that he would be nicer to Angel. All he wanted was for her to stop walking with me. It was self-evident to Dirk that I was a major contributing factor to all their problems.

Clearly, Kat still loved Dirk and wanted to be with him. She plainly told me that our walks were at an end. She was sorry but asked me to forget about our friendship since it had to be over and done with. Kat claimed that I would be greatly missed by her; however, she had agreed to stay away from me for their harmony's sake. Finally, she stated, "Jeff, you're too special not to share yourself with some lucky lady. I wish you all the happiness in the world!"

I sent Kat a sad emoji face and said, "I'll miss you, all the best, and good luck." I was devastated; I should never have gotten my hopes up so high. The dream of winning Kat's love was no longer attainable. For days I moped around the house; even Oscar could tell something was wrong. I went to work every evening with a void in my heart and a feeling of deep sadness. Since they reminded me of Kat, I didn't want to visit the trails even though I had regularly walked down there alone on days when we didn't walk together. Finally, after a week or so, I decided I had to shake my melancholy feelings and walk down there again. At first it was tough; the aura of the setting wasn't the same without her cheerful presence. I often found myself missing our conversations and the way she made even the dullest days feel a lot brighter, but each day it got easier. The exercise burned up my negative emotions and stress. My outlook on life slowly improved.

I never saw Kat; obviously, she had quit walking entirely or found another place to walk. It would have felt awkward facing her, so not seeing her was probably a good thing.

After a couple of weeks, I decided to check out several dating sites and found two intriguing women there to date. First dates can be uncomfortable, and I didn't hit it off with either one. It was mostly my fault, as I found myself subconsciously comparing these ladies to Kat. Largely, though, I had settled back into my pre-Kat routines and mindset.

My outlook was back to being upbeat, and my future looked bright when it came to my romantic prospects on those dating sites. I just needed to find the right woman among the multitude of possibilities.

Then unexpectedly, while I walked along by the creek on a Thursday morning in late August, I heard off in the distance, "Jeff, wait up." I turned around to a familiar voice, and here came Kat. She lunged into my arms, hugging and kissing me on the cheek.

"It's so good to see you again, Jeff." I was flabbergasted. What was going on?

"I thought you had to stay away from me; what's up?"

A golden-tanned Kat looked sad and answered, "I know; well, Dirk broke our agreement by coming home super drunk last night just as I returned from the hospital. When I confronted him about it, he yelled at me. I ordered him to sleep on the couch and stated that I wanted him to move out again. Thereafter, he was truly sorry about everything and tried to apologize. I didn't want to hear it and went to bed. This morning, I told him I needed to think, and I still wanted him to move out, at least for now. He wanted to talk me out of it. However, that was a no-go, so he left looking pissed off."

"That's a bummer, Kat." In truth I was far from bummed.

"Can I walk with you again, or am I going to make some lucky lady jealous?"

I replied, "I'll need to check with her."

"Oh, I didn't know."

"I'm just kidding; I would love to walk with you, Kat." The walk was pleasant, interesting, and fun. We caught up on each other's lives. I learned that for the most part, Dirk had been good, and she was still wearing his ring. She hadn't yet decided what to do about their relationship. I shared with her the details of my two dates, and just like before, we chuckled over the most ridiculous things; it was like old times had returned. We expeditiously rekindled our friendship, and it almost felt like nothing had ever happened to change it.

At the end of our walk, I asked, "Would you like to walk with me tomorrow?"

Grinning, she said, "Absolutely, I thought you would never ask."

"Meet me at the same place, same time, and same station."

Amused, she said, "Yes, Mr. Controller, I can flow with that."

"Great, because I want you to be my co-pilot."

"Sweet." She proceeded to embrace me with another hug and a lingering kiss on the cheek, which I returned. Goodbyes followed. As I made my way home, I was filled with joy; I had a spring in my step and a huge smile on my face.

Our Friday morning greeting was the hottest so far; it pushed the envelope past what is considered reasonable for our situation. We hugged, and Kat's first kiss landed surprisingly close to my lips, and the second one accidentally, in my mind, but not in hers, landed right on my mouth. She immediately tried to pull back, acting like it was a mistake, and whispered, "Sorry, I didn't mean to do that."

I couldn't resist my burning desire and said, "Wait, just a harmless little kiss." Not waiting for a response, I attached my lips to hers, and she kissed me back. We went at it like never before. 45 seconds later we were both speechless, and it was hard to think straight. Speaking of hard and straight, that was the first time she had been responsible for causing my manhood to react outward to its fullest extent; my shorts were noticeably bulging. We stood locked in a deep gaze into each other's eyes, but neither of us looked down. Arousal had moistened her loins too, and she felt self-conscious like me about bringing any attention to that private neighborhood below, even though the effect on her was probably not noticeable.

Afterward, Kat was the first to address the awkward silence by saying, "That was my fault; I'm not sure what came over me." I was surprised at her comment; I had been worried that she might be upset with me.

I replied, "No way, I'll take the blame." My mind was still reeling from how fabulous that kiss was.

Kat came back with, "No, no, I encouraged you to do that with my actions." Inside she thought, God, that was worth it!

"I took advantage of you, Kat." To be honest, I thought I had.

"Jeff, that's total bull." Kat believed that she had played him.

Back and forth we went until we started to laugh, and all the tension over the kiss evaporated. Uneasiness that could have ruined the day never materialized; in fact, we began to joke around with each other about it. It felt like a weight had been lifted, and the playful banter only brought us closer together. I came to realize that this unexpected bout of kissing had advanced our relationship in ways I hadn't anticipated.

Kat stated, "Well, I don't need to wonder about mustaches anymore."

I snickered and said, "Are you sure? If you begin to forget, I can always help remind you." My comment was bold; however, I knew our rapport was such that I could get away with it and maybe even put the idea in her head.

All Kat did was smirk and smack my shoulder, and then she said, "Yeah, you wish." Honestly though, her mind was confused over her true feelings and how she thought she should feel and act.

A short time later I commented, "I love your tan; what have you been doing to get so golden brown?" From the look she gave me, I suspected that I knew exactly what she had been doing.

She replied, "It's my secret."

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, I remarked, "Sounds intriguing, but I have an idea how." I was visualizing with pleasure the erotic scene that I witnessed several months ago.

"I'll never tell." But she had that mischievous expression on her face.

I said, "I think maybe I should take up birdwatching or, better yet, buy a drone."

Kat snickered, slapped me square on the butt, and said, "Better not, mister."

I laughed, and she laughed. I knew, and she knew I knew, but nothing more was said. We had such great chemistry that these kinds of racy suggestions spiced up our conversations with good feelings and gaiety.

Our walks continued. A few weeks later, in mid-September, Kat and I met as usual. It was a warm sunny Wednesday. Our greetings had remained very friendly, yet not overly intimate. Kat would hug and kiss my cheeks and perhaps give me a quick peck on the lips, but nothing like that one kiss we had a couple of weeks ago. Yet, as we strolled along the familiar path, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between us. I caught her glancing at me more often, and there was a softness in her smile that hinted at unspoken words just beneath the surface.

We walked along chatting about many things when I felt nature calling me. There are no bathrooms by the trail. If you need to go, you head off the trail and into the woods. I usually hid behind a tree or bush to do my business. Guys have it much easier than ladies do, but that wasn't the case on this particular day. While peeing and leaning up against an old tree, I felt sharp pains on my back in several places, then on my upper leg, butt, and right arm. I was getting stung by yellow jackets swarming around me. Unwittingly, I had leaned against a nest located on the tree I was hiding behind. I yelled out, "Wasps, run." Fortunately, my cock escaped unharmed, and I ran for my life while it still hung out. Up on the trail, I quickly tucked my wiener back in my shorts. I didn't know if Kat had caught a glimpse of my waggling around wanger or not. Honestly, at that point I didn't really care, because I was in a significant amount of pain.

Kat was only about 20 feet away. She was very concerned and shouted, "Are you ok?"

"No, I am hurting big time; I got stung multiple times."

"Are you allergic to bees or wasps? Maybe I should call 911."

I said, "No, it just hurts awfully bad."

"Did your pee-pee get it?" As he came running out of the woods, she had briefly caught sight of a teeny-weeny thing flopping around and leaking out some nasty stuff in front of him. In that fleeting instant, she wondered whether she had indeed witnessed what she thought she had.

"No, luckily."

Above it all, Kat's nursing skills kicked in; she replied, "That's good, but we need to get you out of here. We're going to my house, where I can get a better look at you. I have medicine for your pain and want to remove any possible stingers that might still be lodged in you. Just hang in there a little longer; I promise you'll feel better soon." With determination and a comforting hand, she led me towards her house.

"Your boyfriend's not there, is he?"

"No, he's still living at his parent's house. Where do you hurt the most?"

I said, "My back is killing me. I must have been stung many times there, but my legs are also smarting."

Kat had to pull me up the hill from the creek because I was in a mild state of shock, but somehow, we made it back to her place with no serious problems. Inside her door, Kat helped me remove my shirt and dirty shoes. She had me sit down on a kitchen chair and then went to find a tweezer and some meds. With the expertise of a caring professional, she began to examine my back. Her fingers gently probed the swollen areas. As she worked, I felt a mix of relief and tension, grateful for her care yet acutely aware of the pain. She carefully extracted a stinger from my back. The tug sent a jolt through my nerves, but her gentle touch and soothing words mitigated my suffering, making the ordeal feel a bit more bearable. "Do you have any allergies to medicines?" she inquired after cleaning the area.

When I said, "No," Kat applied some hydrocortisone cream to reduce the swelling. I had a couple of stings on the back of my upper legs, so she had me stand up. Quickly, she pushed my shorts way up and worked on them next. Only my crotch and butt remained covered, but nothing felt sexy about it.

She asked, "Do you have any other stings I can't see?"

I debated whether to tell her, and she took that hesitation as a yes, asking me, "What are you hiding?"

"Alright, I got one right here." I slowly pointed to my right lower butt cheek. Somehow one wasp had gotten up my right shorts leg even further and stung me on the bottom of my butt.

"Loosen your shorts and let me see it." My shorts were tied in front and were the compression-lined type with built-in underwear for support. The underwear lining is a mesh fabric and very thin, which made it easy for the wasp to sting me right through it.

"Ok." I followed Kat's instructions and pulled down the back of my shorts, essentially mooning her. Simultaneously, a dead wasp I must have swatted as it stung me fell out.

Kat remarked, "I see a wasp's stinger embedded in your butt."

"Little bastard, man, that hurts."

After Kat's assessment of the sting on my butt, she declared, "Oh, that's a bad one; I need to get that nasty stinger out immediately." Grabbing her tweezers and the hydrocortisone cream, she went to work.

I felt embarrassed, kind of like how I would feel in a hospital emergency room, but even more uncomfortable. There I stood, nearly naked, and I was exposing everything to her except for what was still hidden by the very front of my shorts that I tightly clung to. The last thing I wanted her to see was my circumcised cock, which was likely shriveled and probably resembled a small turtle's head peeking out from its shell. Kat couldn't resist giggling at the absurdity of my overt modesty; her merriment and trivial approach strangely eased the tension and relaxed me. It felt like she was just carrying out a normal, everyday routine.

Despite my cock's sometimes small, turtle-like appearance, I always found comfort in the knowledge that it will metamorphose into five and a half inches of pink steel when I am sexually excited. When I am turned on, my cock, which is smaller than others at rest, amazingly transforms into being bigger than most. Contrary to what porn sites would have you believe, my erection is actually a fraction of an inch longer than the average for an adult male.

When she pulled the stinger out, I shouted, "Ow." Even though I was in pain, the sensation of her soft hand rubbing the cream on my bare butt felt darn good. Her hand seemed to stay on my bare butt for a longer period than was necessary; perhaps this was just wishful thinking on my part.

"I got you covered, dear friend." Kat was acting professionally, but not without difficulty. Nearly everything a man's physical body had to offer a horny woman was revealed, except for one important part. As a nurse, she had seen many good-looking and fit males in little or no clothing; however, this situation was different. Kat's strong feelings of affection for Jeff caused her to become sexually allured by his buff physique. To herself she thought, He's hot; I see a tight butt and nice legs! Then she admonished herself for that line of thinking. However, her thoughts continued to stray back to improper notions about Jeff's body, which was on display right in front of her.

I pulled my shorts back up and said, "That feels much better."

"The cream will need to be reapplied four times a day to control the swelling, Kat replied. I am going to check all your vital signs, and then you need to remain under observation for at least eight hours." She went on to check my pulse, temperature, and blood pressure and listened to my breathing rate.

"Kat, I need to go to work."

"No way, Jeff, you're calling in sick. I am also staying home so I can monitor your condition. You have lots of wasp venom flowing through your body; I want to make sure that you don't have a delayed reaction of any kind. Your vital signs are slightly elevated right now." She gave me some ibuprofen for pain, and after covering the cushions with an old blanket, she had me lie down on her living room couch.

"If you think so, I trust your judgment." Anyway, I wasn't feeling very well, certainly not healthy enough to quarrel with this resolute female.

"I know so, Jeff. You need to relax and get some sleep if you can." I laid down on my stomach; I was only wearing my shorts, but she covered me up with a sheet. Then she ran to the kitchen to get me a bottle of water. I felt well cared for, and I used her phone to call my boss. As I closed my eyes, the weight of fatigue settled over me, and I hoped that rest would help my body fight off the poison that was coursing through my veins.

I had fallen asleep and woke up several hours later to an argument at her front door, which was only 15 feet away. Apparently, Dirk had heard that Kat called in sick and came over to see if she was truly sick. When she opened the door, he saw me, and the shit hit the fan. He was angry to see me there. She tried to explain the situation, but nothing would satisfy him. He yelled at me, "I am warning you; stay away from Kat!"

Kat said, "You have no right to say that; you need to leave now. We can talk tomorrow once you have calmed down."

"Ok, fuck it, I am leaving. You heard me, idiot; stay away from Kat." I just smirked back at him. He left, and she locked the door. I could see the tension in her shoulders ease a bit as she leaned against the door, looking relieved to have the confrontation behind her.

I commented, "He is one angry dude; sorry about putting you through that."

Kat sighed and shook her head. "You didn't do anything wrong, and don't worry about the warning. His bark is worse than his bite. He's just overreacting as usual; I really wonder about him sometimes. This crazy jealousy of his is one of the main reasons I've asked him to move out. I really need to reflect and make up my mind about whether he and I can have a future or not."

I thought to myself, if I were making the decision, I would drop him like a hot potato. Of course, I did have a dog in the hunt that rather tainted my opinion. All the wonderful concern and care Kat had shown me only strengthened my feelings for her even more. I proclaimed, "All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't keep me away from you, unless you wanted me to go away."

She laughed and said, "That's sweet, but you don't resemble Humpty Dumpty." Then again, today you do look a little more fragile and puffier than usual. Dear Humpty, I am glad that I could be the one to put you back together again. How are you feeling? Would you like something to eat?"

I laughed and replied, "I feel better; I think I can eat something." It was getting to be around five o'clock, and I hadn't eaten anything for lunch.

Kat said, "How about sharing a pepperoni pizza with me? I'll make us a salad too. What kind of dressing do you like?"

"Sounds good, Ranch, if you have some."

"Yep."

Without further ado, Kat disappeared into her kitchen. She preheated the oven and quickly made up two salads. Then while the pizza was baking, she assessed my wasp stings and reapplied the hydrocortisone cream over my sore spots. Her undivided attention and patented tender loving care were evident in everything she did. When I had to pull my shorts down again, it felt almost routine, but she took her sweet time, gently applying the cream as if it were a delicate art. I couldn't help but wonder whether her actions were only motivated by kindness or if there was an underlying sexual desire. The warmth of her presence made the discomfort of the stings fade into the background of my mind. "It looks like the swelling is down except for the naughty sting on your butt; that's a dandy." Snickering away her professionalism for a moment, she said, "Sitting down, you will probably find yourself leaning sideways to the left, if you can sit on it at all."

I said, "You mean like the Leaning Tower of Pizza."

"Not pizza, it's Pisa, you clown; you must be hungry." She was giggling as she playfully nudged me with her elbow while she continued to appraise both sides of my butt. Kat was feeling an inner longing for physical contact; it had been a while since she had allowed Dirk to touch her. Although her feelings for Jeff were strong, she knew that she had to control herself and at least look professional. But the warmth of their shared laughter and the spark it created made it increasingly difficult for her to focus. She could sense the tension building between them, a silent acknowledgment of what could be if she dared to cross that line.

After eating, I said, "Where is my shirt? I need to get going."

"Not so fast, I don't want you going anywhere tonight. You still need to be watched and treated for the swelling and discomfort."

"I am feeling ok; I've already put you through enough, besides I need to get home to feed Oscar."

"Poppycock Jeff, I insist that you stay; give me your keys, and I'll go feed Oscar. Anyway, I need to go out and pick up some Calamine lotion to treat your stings that are going to itch like crazy."

I handed her my keys, and, looking for a reaction, I said with a mockery-like sneer, "Alright, already, I'll stay; no need to get lewd about a certain part of me."

She snickered at first, then laughed, and while walking towards the door, she commented, "You have a wild imagination and a dirty mind."

"It takes one to know one." I declared between chuckles. Inside, Kat knew I was right.

She paused for a moment; her smile brightened as she glanced back at me. "Touché," she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"I'm more than willing to explore those wild imaginings together."

Kat laughed again and said, "And I'll bet you feel that way about dirty minds too." The sound of her tittering echoed in the hallway as she stepped out the door, leaving me to wonder just how adventurous this night might become. I couldn't shake the feeling that our playful banter was just the beginning; it hinted at a world of unexpected thrills waiting for the boldest between us.

While driving three blocks to Jeff's house, Kat was still cackling over and thinking about Jeff's play on her word for nonsense. She hadn't intended it that way, but it turned out to be awfully funny. That guy really knows how to make me laugh. He is deliciously naughty, but I need to be careful not to appear like I am leading him on. I am feeling so darn horny; maybe, just maybe, there is a way to have my cake and eat it too.

Next, she thought about Jeff's cat and wondered if he would be afraid of her. It was strange walking into his house, a place she had never been before. Oscar was there to greet her at the door. Oscar was indeed a friendly tomcat, even going so far as to arch his back for a pet. Kat found his cat food, fed him, and casually looked around Jeff's house. For a single guy's place, it looked surprisingly clean and well organized. To her, this was another example of a man who has his act together. Leaving Oscar all curled up and purring on the couch, she stopped at the drugstore before going home.

Meanwhile, Angel had come out of hiding to investigate who was lying on her couch. When I put my hand out to pet her, she stayed out of reach and only sniffed the tip of my index finger. With a relaxed tone, I talked to the shy cat, and soon she let me pet her on the head. If she even remembers me stuffing her in the backpack, I must be forgiven. Perhaps she was wary of people because of how Dirk had treated her.

After arriving home, Kat applied some Calamine lotion on my wounds. I remained planted on her couch for most of the evening and lay on my stomach or side. I felt the soothing effects of the lotion gradually ease my itching discomfort. I couldn't help but appreciate how she always knew how to make me feel better, even on this toughest day. We played a few games of backgammon, but overall, we enjoyed each other's company.

She had claimed that Calamine lotion would help control itching and applied more of it on my wounds before going to bed. Upon seeing my butt again, she said with a snicker, "Nice full moon, except for the big red bullseye, where the Eagle has landed; I mean the wasp."

"Ha, ha, very funny. Although my backside does feel like a rough and cratered moonscape."

Grinning, Kat said, "Alright, mooner, nevertheless, you're looking better, and your vital signs are normal. Sleep tight; a toothbrush and toiletries await you in the bathroom. Call me if you need anything more." Thereafter, she leaned over and gave me a sweet kiss right on my lips. I grabbed her arms and pulled her back for a longer second kiss.

Afterwards, holding her at arm's length, I looked into her fiery hazel eyes and said, "Thank you, Kat, thanks for everything!" She was beaming and had an intense gaze. She simply squeezed my right hand and walked away without saying anything. Kat was aroused and considered leaning in for a third kiss, although she knew that would probably have led to her pulling Jeff's shorts off.

Instead, feeling very naughty, Kat decided to give Jeff a risqué show to positively remember forever, but it had to appear unintentional. The idea of flaunting her nude body had often been a source of erotic pleasure for her. Usually, her libido was triggered by imaginary thoughts of showing it off, but occasionally in the past, Kat had privately exposed herself to guys without them knowing she did it on purpose. She had also visited nude beaches several times during far-away vacations, ensuring her anonymity among strangers. Either way, the ogling and reaction of the targeted man or men made her feel super wanted and hot, providing a powerful stimulus for fantasies of wild sex that she could later enjoy with her talented fingers or toys.

When Jeff caught her naked on the patio, it had tickled her fancy. She had secretly relished the thrill of being caught, the rush of adrenaline mixed with the excitement of his surprised ogling and obvious infatuation. Tonight, she planned to recreate that moment, adding a touch of playful spontaneity to their evening.

With butterflies in her stomach from excited anticipation and anxiousness, Kat left her bedroom door halfway open, took off all her clothes, and sat down in front of her well-lit vanity. She knew that Jeff would need to use the bathroom next to her bedroom before going to sleep. Her nakedness would be evident from behind, and the vanity's mirror should reflect her front's titillating image above her navel. She sat there on a wooden chair and slowly rubbed in her face and body lotion. She listened for him and occasionally checked the mirror's reflection from her viewpoint to see if he happened to be out in the dark hall watching her. If Jeff were there, she would be able to casually glance at the mirror to see what he was doing in the doorway without him knowing it.

She had said, "Call me if you need anything more." Well, I didn't need anything more, but I wanted more. Her goodnight kiss had me so excited I sat there for several minutes reliving the warmth of her lips against mine. Each moment we shared replayed in my mind, igniting a longing that I couldn't escape from; even when I got up to get ready for bed on her couch, she was on my mind.

Walking down the hall to the bathroom, I haphazardly looked to my left and caught a glimpse of a bedroom door halfway open. Light spilled into the hallway, and I felt a pull, a curiosity that urged me to step closer and look into the bedroom. Oh, my goodness, I had no idea finding out where Kat's bedroom is would be so exciting. My mouth went dry, my eyes popped out, and my cock jumped up. There was Kat sitting naked in front of her vanity putting on night cream or something. I could see the small of her back and the top of her sexy bubble butt in an open part of the chair's backrest. Reflected in the mirror were her lovely boobs. I could easily make out her perky pink nipples too. I stood there, gawking at her, and it brought back memories of our first encounter on the patio. She looked breathtakingly gorgeous, making it difficult to look away. The way she moved, even in the simple act of applying cream, entranced me, drawing me into a moment that felt both intimate and risky. Her fully tanned body, illuminated by the bright glow of the vanity, enhanced her sexiness as she concentrated on her skincare routine. As I had suspected, she has been sunbathing nude, resulting in no tan lines. Holy smokeshow, I so badly wanted to fondle her sexy body and jump her bones right then and there.

Kat heard Jeff coming down the hall and caught his reflection in the mirror. She acted nonchalant and pretended not to notice him. She wanted to look totally innocent while moisturizing her skin and preparing for bed. It gave her a thrill to know that he couldn't resist watching her. She witnessed a priceless expression on his face as he mouthed what appeared to be a "Wow." She was growing increasingly impulsive and tempted by this alluring man. Yet if she invited him in for more, that would be cheating on Dirk, whose engagement ring she still wore.

Kat was incredibly turned on. Originally, she had planned to just show her body off, but perhaps she could push it further and satisfy her deep longings without ramifications. She figured Jeff would enjoy the show, and technically it wasn't cheating in her mind. As Kat rubbed in her body lotion, she began to spend more and more time applying lotion to her boobs. At first she teased and caressed her nipples and then graduated to blatantly stroking them. Her nipples rapidly grew harder, longer, and pinker. Her fingers started to twist and pull each nipple with more force. Then her tongue came out, and she fervently licked and sucked them with increasing vigor. Her face had acquired a wanton glow of unrestrained delight from the pleasure coursing through her veins. Playing with her tits only whetted her desire for even more sensitive touching.

Watching her tongue roll back and forth over her nipples was driving me wild. I began to play pocket pool with my balls and massage my fully engorged personal cue stick, which was nestled in my shorts. I wanted so badly to take it out, but I didn't dare. Just when I didn't think things could get any more erotic, I saw Kat's left hand travel down to her pussy. I couldn't see exactly what was going on in front, but from behind I saw her legs spread out wider and her left arm moving slowly up and down in between them.

Kat had been glancing occasionally at Jeff's reflection in the mirror. In her own highly aroused state, she noticed that Jeff was playing with himself too. She wanted him to take his cock out so she could see it, but he hadn't so far. The outline in his shorts was unmistakable, and her heart raced at the thought of him giving in to his sexual desires to make her his lover. The unacknowledged tension between them intensified with each passing second, and she couldn't resist wondering what it would be like to have his cock embedded in her precious pussy. Indeed, that bulge he was playing with revealed everything she needed to know; she had him completely enthralled by her sensual display.

At that point, Kat wanted to get off more than anything; her wants erased all other concerns. The up-and-down movement of her left arm continued to feverishly intensify, along with her right hand's pinching of her nipples. Her legs spread out to their maximum width, her back arched, her neck straightened up, her facial expression contorted, her eyes blinked uncontrollably, and her mouth opened up wide. I witnessed her wiggling and wobbling in the chair as an all-encompassing orgasm took over her body. She let out a couple of soft moans and deep breaths but remained mostly quiet. She continued to vibrate from the intense orgasmic pleasure for several minutes.

I was hypnotized by Kat's beguiling body. I mouthed "Wow" several times. Watching her orgasm was absolutely magnificent and intoxicating. It was an awe-inspiring sight to behold. In my opinion, an orgasm is a natural release of joy, love, and all good feelings. I only wished I had been the one to give it to her. I could have easily cum in my shorts, but because I was worried about getting caught, I managed to somehow control myself. I presumed that the consequences of spying on her while she was masturbating would be far more severe than merely observing her being naked. Towards the end, I started to feel guilty about peeping at her. I wasn't exactly proud of myself for spying, but watching the display of her amazing sexuality was worth prison time.

Far more than being worried about any legal trouble, I was concerned about offending her. I believed that she would strongly resent my flagrant invasion of her privacy, potentially ruining any hopes I had for a future with her. Therefore, I was determined to avoid detection. Before she recovered from her climax, I carefully backed away from her partially open door, ensuring that no sound would give away my presence. As I retreated into the shadows, my heart pounded, torn between the thrill of what I just eyeballed and the fear of what my actions could mean if she had spotted me.

I sneaked into the bathroom, where I swiftly rubbed one out with some tissues. My cock was so ready for action, I only needed five powerful strokes with my right hand before my overly excited member gushed out stream after stream of hot cum. When I came out relieved and ready for sleep less than 10 minutes later, her bedroom door was still open, but all the lights were off. No doubt, by leaving the door open, she trusted me more than I trusted myself. Later that night when I was up to take a piss, I saw Angel emerge from her bedroom; I figured that must be why she left the door open, or was it?

The story will continue in part three.

Swelling eased by nursing pro.