The two nights between Wednesday and Friday passed in a blur. Work had been busy, but it was always busy. I had been working on a couple deals in Europe, which made Kat's 3:30 a.m. schedule easier to accommodate, since there were a lot of early morning calls. I thought a lot about what seemed like it should be a great stroke of luck. Here was the cute local traffic girl, with her pristine image, implying there was a deep, very dark side to her. And she lived a short walk away. The boyfriend aspect didn't bother me. Maybe I was blinded by desire, thinking with my little head. It never worked out that a vague social media infatuation turned into something tangible. The situation with Kat felt different, though.I contemplated this as I crossed Allen Parkway to Buffalo Bayou Park, wearing jogging clothes. I walked over the pedestrian bridge above Memorial Drive and through the broken gate I had used two nights earlier. This was an unusual tryst--if that's what it would become--to say the
I got back to my apartment just after 4 a.m., and I was buzzing like I hadn't in a long time. There was an unexpected yet obvious quality to all of it. In two months, Kat Freely had gone from a fringe social media acquaintance at the periphery of my thoughts to... what? As I showered and tried to focus on the work day ahead, my thoughts kept wandering back to Kat. I worried that perhaps it was a one-time thing, and it surprised me how vehemently I recoiled at the idea. How many one-night stands have there been in the last ten years alone? Dozens. I shook it all off. I had work to focus on. I checked my watch, intent on going into the office early, and saw it was 4:57 a.m. I turned on the TV and tuned it to KBRK. I took my coffee and sat down on the couch, waiting for the first traffic report.A couple live, local, late-breaking headlines later, on came Kat Feely. She beamed, looking cheerful and collected in a blue dress, her hands animated as she talked about the building rush hour.
I sunk into my couch at home with a double espresso and turned on KBRK. In a few minutes, on came my Kat Freely, as I had begun to think of her, and marveled that only an hour earlier I had seen her expertly snort two lines of blow. Then she sank to her knees and sucked a second load of cum out of me before sending me packing. Her pink dress was flattering. There was not a hint of nasal congestion in her voice. Just the sparkling gleam in her eye and TV-wide grin. She was a fucking pro.I replayed the morning in my mind. I was particularly keen on the submissive side she showed me. I wanted to own her. I wanted to push her to her limits and beyond. I did love a party girl. Fucking on coke was fun, though an indulgence I permitted myself only a handful of times a year, and this side of Kat reminded me of my last true party girl. Jess. She had been my unicorn for four years until rehab became a necessity, and she got her life together. I wanted to know more about Kat's habit. How long s
I dove in with one long, slow lick from the bottom of her lips to her clit. I flicked her clit twice, then flattened out my tongue and focused on slow strokes along the length of her pussy, diving in as deep as I could every few moments."I love that soft tongue," Kat breathed.I continued my deliberate tongue work, noticing as she braced herself on her forearms as the pleasure rose in her. She tasted sweet, fresh, and clean. Her pussy had compact lips and was softly pink inside. Tight but not too small. I lightly inserted a finger, probing for hidden pleasure spots. She gasped when I pushed in all the way, then up toward her stomach. That was it. I focused on her clit now, using a firmer tongue, and explored the area at the back and top of her pussy. All I cared about was making her cum. Her breathing turned ragged, and I could feel her cresting as my pace increased. As her hips bucked into my face, I heard her erupt in honest moans and her pussy became even juicier. I refused to sto
"I haven't had a dick this big in so fucking long," she panted. "I've just been so pent up. Oh my god. Oh my god. I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum. No one's made me cum like this since Jeremy. What are you doing to me? God I'm going to need you in my ass."I just enjoyed the view and the ride. She erupted, her body going taut and shuddering over and over. But she didn't stop riding. Not until she came three more times. We were drenched in sweat. She breathed heavily but retained the manic look in her eyes and an unnatural energy."I want to taste myself," she said as she licked and sucked my cock and balls. "That was so fucking hot. I thought only toys could make me cum like that."She took a firm grip of my cock and came up to kiss me. "Now we need to give you a turn, mister," she said. "The only question is, where do you want to put it?" She moved close to my face. She nibbled my ear. "You want my ass, don't you?"I whispered back to her, "Now it's my turn for a secret. I'm an exp
Kat and I had reached a dangerous turning point in our affair. Practical realities for both of us precluded debauched days like the one at the Marriott Marquis very often. Her work schedule was demanding, and she had a boyfriend to navigate. We started to broach the topic of how we could go places together without compromising her reputation. My work wouldn't tolerate slacking off, and the frequency of my 3 a.m. wake-up calls would take a toll. By nature, I was more of a night owl than a morning person. I'd rather stay out until 5 a.m., which I frequently did on my regular trips to Vegas, then wake up with the sunrise.While we worked on navigating those logistical barriers, we started to play games. Mostly over text. And that's when I began to realize the depth of potential we had, from a purely sexual adventure standpoint. What became clear was that we both liked to escalate, to increase the risk level. Kat hadn't been lying in that initial message to me where she proposed our affai
The five weeks leading up to my Vegas getaway with Kat seemed interminable, despite our best efforts to ramp up our fun at home in Houston. We both felt silly that it had taken so long to come up with the idea, but she started coming to my apartment for lunch once a week, after she was done with work for the day. I'd cook something for her, and we'd have a quickie. If I was running behind, she would pick up something or cook and let herself in with the key I'd given her.Once, two weeks before our trip, I was having a particularly stressful day at work. I needed my lunch time escape with Kat, but I didn't have much time. Having a five-minute commute to the office had its benefits, and on that day I wanted to take advantage of it. She texted me to ask if we were still on for lunch. I said the day was not going as planned but that I needed to see her.Kat must have been nervous at my response because she did something that was very rare. She called."Hey," I said, answering on the app.
The interminable wait was over. Kat and I were Vegas-bound. That Thursday evening, her boyfriend had left for drinks, dinner, and more drinks in New Orleans, so Kat had done her goodnight call just before I arrived for a quickie while we waited for the Uber."I want you to feel the cum flowing out of you the whole flight," I had told her as I bent her over the kitchen counter, shoved aside her thong, and thrust inside. I finished fast, but we still kept the driver waiting a few minutes. We looked guilty as he loaded up our bags and took us to IAH.We were handsy in the car. I dressed up a bit to travel. Jeans, a button down, and a blazer. Kat wore a surprisingly lightweight dress, but temperatures in both Houston and Vegas were warm. We also wanted to see if we could play on the airplane. Kat nestled up to me."I want to hear more of your wild Vegas shit," she said. It wasn't accusatory. Just her normal tone. She wanted storytime."You sure you want to know?" I asked."Of course," she