Football Buddy Part Four First Date with Kathy
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MY SWEET KATHY free porn video
I had a rule NEVER get involved with anyone I was working with. It seldom turned out well. But it was a rule I broke too often. When I spotted the new cashier I was struck hard by a dose of lust. She was also a bit younger than the women I usually get involved with. I was doubly awkward that I was her supervisor. Some companies were very flexible about personal relationships so long as they never interferred with one's conduct. I cannot claim to have observed this rule in the strictest sense and found a little forbidden rendevous to be quite exciting.
Kathy was a stunningly beautiful Latina girl of eighteen. Dark and thick she had a very eroticized presence. Although she was periodically told to keep her shirt buttoned it seemed to always be open enough so reveal a significant amount of her deep cleavage. I store quick glnces at it whenever the opportunity presented itself. Whereas I am quite petite in the chest region, Kathy was very top heavy. It fueled my fledgling lusts. She became the object of a lot of masturbatorial fantasies.
I was in the middle of a dating slump. Nothing more serious than the casual hook up at a party or a club. It was satisfying in a brief span of time. I collected a few numbers but nothing much deeper. I consider myself a romantic and miss having a romance that was more than just flesh grinding into flesh for s lrngth of time. In it's absence I masturbated. I am not a sex addict but I have enjoyed being physical with another person since I was aware of my sexuality and had more than a few brief encounters with friends staying the night over, each exploring our forbidden desires will hidden under the bedcovers, hands and fingers roaming wildly. That thrill has never really faded. The scent of another woman was still very appealing and made my head swim.
I became friendly with Kathy but without appearing to be too aggressive in my intentions. The brush of her hand on my bare arm could send a wave of electrical tingles through my body. I tried to keep these emotions well hidden for the time being. During an employee meeting she showed up in street clothes. It was the first time I'd seen her in anything except her uniform. She wore a white shirt that was at least a size too small and molded tightly around her torso and gave me (and eveyone) a full appreciation of her proportions. Likewise were the jeans she wore, fitted to tightness that seemed to be fused to her ass and legs. She was shorter than I so her body shape was quite striking. I observed that I was not the only one having erotic thoughts about her as I saw many male employees stealing long, lingering gazes. I think was well aware of her effect and encouraged these emotions. But I had to tread carefully and could lose my job if I were to display any affections inappropriately. I'm sure blushed whenever I felt these emotions flare.
My heart fell a little when I overheard her talking to another employee about a boyfriend......but hope was renewed when she added a moment later that they had broken up and that it has been a few months since she's had another boyfriend. I was in a state of great conflict and could not sort out if this was lust or love. I knew nothing of this girl. She was over a decade younger than myself and I had no real connection to her generation. I am a bit of retro throw back in my tastes in culture and what modern culture had to offer was not appealing to me. But I do believe opposites can not only attract but can thrive. To be wholly compatible can be a bit dull. One can influence the other in a positive way. These ideas kindled my hopes. Most relationships start with that initial physical attraction. It needn't be as vulgar or base as lust but it stirs the desire to be with the object of these emotions. Sometimes they lead to nothing more than a brief passionate encounter. I have more than my fair shar of those in my life. But sometime the sexual lottery pays off and something bigger evolves.
By this time I have been working with Kathy for about three months. Our friendship took tiny steps forward. I couldn't show her any sort of special favors but I did pick her up whenever she needn't a lift to work. Our converations gradually became more casual and initimate....but I still needed to restrain myself from being overly curious about anything personal. It was more about life in general. I desperately wanted to lean over and kiss her. Her lips were full and purposely designed for long deep kisses. I controlled myself. But we eventually began talking about personal matters. When she asked me if I had a boyfriend I thought that this was the time to at least open myself. I could not lie.
"I'm a lesbian," I told her in a soft tone of voice.
"I kind of thought that you were," Kathy said with a smile.
I was relieved by her reaction to my statement. There are some who can be very hostile towards a gay person even if they are not being hit on. This can be especially true of some religious persons and I was always observing the tiny crucifix Kathy wore on a chain arouund her neck. It was another element why I moved with such measured caution. How religious was she? I usually avoid any sort of empoyee gossip but I did hear that she had been pregnant and aborted it. It was a sad detail if it were true.
One morning we were driving into work. Traffic was crawling along. Kathy was unusually quiet. She was very talkative and could carry on extended monologues with little participation from me. She talked about Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, etc. It was all pretty alien to me. I had a Facebook account that I seldom visited. I had no "friends" to boast about. Kathy had a few hundred and check for requests frequently. This particular morning she was gazing out the window, sad and withdrawn.
"Anything the matter?" I asked after a while of silence.
"I don't know if it's right to talk to you about personal things," she said after a moment.
"I don't mind. If you don't want to I won't press you."
There another lengthy silence. When she turned her face to me I could see that she was crying.
"I've been having these thoughts," she started to say. Another long lapse into silence. I felt she was collecting her thoughts and allowed her to proceed at her own pace.
"About what?" I gently prompted her. I felt maybe she needed a little push in order to purge herself of whatever was troubling her.
"It's embarassing," she said.
"Don't be ashamed of anything."
"Can I ask you a very personal question?"
"Sure."
"Have you always be a lesbian?"
"For as long as I can recall. I've always had little crushes on friends or teachers or movie stars. Yes, is my answer."
"You never felt....bad about being a lesbian?"
"You mean other people making me feel bad?"
"Yes. That it was wrong and......a sin to have these thoughts."
I felt that I was now walking through a mindfield. Not only was I revealing intimate sexual aspects of my life now I had to drop another detail on her. The crucifix was a contrast to her dark skin and twinkled in the early morning sunlight.
"I'm actually an atheist so that never really bothered me. My family was marginally religious. When I came out my grandmother never forgave me. It was difficult but I can't live according to anyone else's principles but my own."
Kathy was quiet again. She was processing the information I had just given her. I noticed her touch the crucifix a couple times. I felt I was in choppy waters and couldn't tell which way the current was turning. Again she looked over me. Her eyes were dark and curious.
"I think I'm a lesbian," she announced. Her voice had many emotions playing in that statement. Her fingers continued to tug on the crucifix. I thought she was going to pull it off.
"I thought you had a boyfriend?" I asked.
"I did. I've had a few but it never felt right. Does that make any sense?"
"I understand. Have you ever been with another girl?"
"You know just playful make outs with friends," Kathy said with a little smile. I nodded and smiled in recollction.
Suddenly Kathy placed her hand on mine.
"I think I love you."
This nearly made me slam into the car just ahead of us. I couldn't help but begin to cry.
"I think you've had thoughts about me. I've seen to looking at me," she said.
A roadside fast food restaurant was coming up and I pulled off and parked in one of furthest locations they had. We just sank into one another. I held her sweet chubby face in my hands and planted a long and deep kiss her magnificent lips. We were both a bit breathless. I ached for her. My hands slipped down to her breasts and I kneaded them gently. She responds by opening a few buttons of my shirt and squeezes my tits through my bra, pinching my nipples until they are hard as pebbles. She kisses my exposed breasts. I feel her very hot breath of my flesh. I am turning into melted wax. If this is a dream may I never wake up.
Kathy's hand reach up under my skirt. I shift myself on the seat and open my legs. She gets under my panties and her fingers stroke the damp mouth of my pussy. She does not insert them but just traces the tender exterior. When she finds my clit she pinches it gently. My body rises off of the seat but the steering wheel restricts my movement. I turn my body as much as I can to allow her as much room as possible. Slowly her finger advances inside me. I exhale a long sigh. One finger at first and then a second, followed by a third. All digits are moving and caressing.
I continue kissing a fondling Kathy as much as possible but this is truly her moment. I want her to explore these emotions to their fullest. I open several buttons of her work shirt. The material is rough and distinctly masculine but it suits Kathy. She feminizes it. Her breasts swell and perspire. The sweat is like jewels on her flesh and sparkle in the sunlights. Her dark nipples strain underneath her bra. I pinch them. It is a front clasp bra so I open it easily. Her breasts surge out like two waves of water breaking through a dam. I brush aside the bra cups and suckle on the nipples, flicking them with the tip of my tongue. I hear Kathy's breath growing heavier. I desperately wish to see and lavish great affection on her pussy but the confined space we currently struggle with makes it unlikely a gosl for the time being. I want to breathe in her scent. Her flesh is pleasently perfumed.
When my orgasm finally hits me it is like being touched by a live electrical wire. My entire body becomes sensative. Kathy extracts her fingers and sucks my juices from them. Her face has a very dreamy quality. We sit and kiss for a while. By some miracle we not spotted by any other early morning patrons of the restaurant nor the various truckers coming and going. The whole car was redolent with combination of our scents. Even though I could not see Kathy's pussy I could catch tantalizing whiffs of it. We redressed ourselves and continued to work.
We were both late for our shifts. I told management that it was ll my fault and that we got caught in traffic and no further measures needed to be taken. Over the day I spotted her occasionally finding some excuse to pass her fingers over her nose. Even though I'm sure she washed the ghost of my scent lingered on her fingers. We exchanged little smiles.
I'm sure I blushed vividly.
Kathy was a stunningly beautiful Latina girl of eighteen. Dark and thick she had a very eroticized presence. Although she was periodically told to keep her shirt buttoned it seemed to always be open enough so reveal a significant amount of her deep cleavage. I store quick glnces at it whenever the opportunity presented itself. Whereas I am quite petite in the chest region, Kathy was very top heavy. It fueled my fledgling lusts. She became the object of a lot of masturbatorial fantasies.
I was in the middle of a dating slump. Nothing more serious than the casual hook up at a party or a club. It was satisfying in a brief span of time. I collected a few numbers but nothing much deeper. I consider myself a romantic and miss having a romance that was more than just flesh grinding into flesh for s lrngth of time. In it's absence I masturbated. I am not a sex addict but I have enjoyed being physical with another person since I was aware of my sexuality and had more than a few brief encounters with friends staying the night over, each exploring our forbidden desires will hidden under the bedcovers, hands and fingers roaming wildly. That thrill has never really faded. The scent of another woman was still very appealing and made my head swim.
I became friendly with Kathy but without appearing to be too aggressive in my intentions. The brush of her hand on my bare arm could send a wave of electrical tingles through my body. I tried to keep these emotions well hidden for the time being. During an employee meeting she showed up in street clothes. It was the first time I'd seen her in anything except her uniform. She wore a white shirt that was at least a size too small and molded tightly around her torso and gave me (and eveyone) a full appreciation of her proportions. Likewise were the jeans she wore, fitted to tightness that seemed to be fused to her ass and legs. She was shorter than I so her body shape was quite striking. I observed that I was not the only one having erotic thoughts about her as I saw many male employees stealing long, lingering gazes. I think was well aware of her effect and encouraged these emotions. But I had to tread carefully and could lose my job if I were to display any affections inappropriately. I'm sure blushed whenever I felt these emotions flare.
My heart fell a little when I overheard her talking to another employee about a boyfriend......but hope was renewed when she added a moment later that they had broken up and that it has been a few months since she's had another boyfriend. I was in a state of great conflict and could not sort out if this was lust or love. I knew nothing of this girl. She was over a decade younger than myself and I had no real connection to her generation. I am a bit of retro throw back in my tastes in culture and what modern culture had to offer was not appealing to me. But I do believe opposites can not only attract but can thrive. To be wholly compatible can be a bit dull. One can influence the other in a positive way. These ideas kindled my hopes. Most relationships start with that initial physical attraction. It needn't be as vulgar or base as lust but it stirs the desire to be with the object of these emotions. Sometimes they lead to nothing more than a brief passionate encounter. I have more than my fair shar of those in my life. But sometime the sexual lottery pays off and something bigger evolves.
By this time I have been working with Kathy for about three months. Our friendship took tiny steps forward. I couldn't show her any sort of special favors but I did pick her up whenever she needn't a lift to work. Our converations gradually became more casual and initimate....but I still needed to restrain myself from being overly curious about anything personal. It was more about life in general. I desperately wanted to lean over and kiss her. Her lips were full and purposely designed for long deep kisses. I controlled myself. But we eventually began talking about personal matters. When she asked me if I had a boyfriend I thought that this was the time to at least open myself. I could not lie.
"I'm a lesbian," I told her in a soft tone of voice.
"I kind of thought that you were," Kathy said with a smile.
I was relieved by her reaction to my statement. There are some who can be very hostile towards a gay person even if they are not being hit on. This can be especially true of some religious persons and I was always observing the tiny crucifix Kathy wore on a chain arouund her neck. It was another element why I moved with such measured caution. How religious was she? I usually avoid any sort of empoyee gossip but I did hear that she had been pregnant and aborted it. It was a sad detail if it were true.
One morning we were driving into work. Traffic was crawling along. Kathy was unusually quiet. She was very talkative and could carry on extended monologues with little participation from me. She talked about Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, etc. It was all pretty alien to me. I had a Facebook account that I seldom visited. I had no "friends" to boast about. Kathy had a few hundred and check for requests frequently. This particular morning she was gazing out the window, sad and withdrawn.
"Anything the matter?" I asked after a while of silence.
"I don't know if it's right to talk to you about personal things," she said after a moment.
"I don't mind. If you don't want to I won't press you."
There another lengthy silence. When she turned her face to me I could see that she was crying.
"I've been having these thoughts," she started to say. Another long lapse into silence. I felt she was collecting her thoughts and allowed her to proceed at her own pace.
"About what?" I gently prompted her. I felt maybe she needed a little push in order to purge herself of whatever was troubling her.
"It's embarassing," she said.
"Don't be ashamed of anything."
"Can I ask you a very personal question?"
"Sure."
"Have you always be a lesbian?"
"For as long as I can recall. I've always had little crushes on friends or teachers or movie stars. Yes, is my answer."
"You never felt....bad about being a lesbian?"
"You mean other people making me feel bad?"
"Yes. That it was wrong and......a sin to have these thoughts."
I felt that I was now walking through a mindfield. Not only was I revealing intimate sexual aspects of my life now I had to drop another detail on her. The crucifix was a contrast to her dark skin and twinkled in the early morning sunlight.
"I'm actually an atheist so that never really bothered me. My family was marginally religious. When I came out my grandmother never forgave me. It was difficult but I can't live according to anyone else's principles but my own."
Kathy was quiet again. She was processing the information I had just given her. I noticed her touch the crucifix a couple times. I felt I was in choppy waters and couldn't tell which way the current was turning. Again she looked over me. Her eyes were dark and curious.
"I think I'm a lesbian," she announced. Her voice had many emotions playing in that statement. Her fingers continued to tug on the crucifix. I thought she was going to pull it off.
"I thought you had a boyfriend?" I asked.
"I did. I've had a few but it never felt right. Does that make any sense?"
"I understand. Have you ever been with another girl?"
"You know just playful make outs with friends," Kathy said with a little smile. I nodded and smiled in recollction.
Suddenly Kathy placed her hand on mine.
"I think I love you."
This nearly made me slam into the car just ahead of us. I couldn't help but begin to cry.
"I think you've had thoughts about me. I've seen to looking at me," she said.
A roadside fast food restaurant was coming up and I pulled off and parked in one of furthest locations they had. We just sank into one another. I held her sweet chubby face in my hands and planted a long and deep kiss her magnificent lips. We were both a bit breathless. I ached for her. My hands slipped down to her breasts and I kneaded them gently. She responds by opening a few buttons of my shirt and squeezes my tits through my bra, pinching my nipples until they are hard as pebbles. She kisses my exposed breasts. I feel her very hot breath of my flesh. I am turning into melted wax. If this is a dream may I never wake up.
Kathy's hand reach up under my skirt. I shift myself on the seat and open my legs. She gets under my panties and her fingers stroke the damp mouth of my pussy. She does not insert them but just traces the tender exterior. When she finds my clit she pinches it gently. My body rises off of the seat but the steering wheel restricts my movement. I turn my body as much as I can to allow her as much room as possible. Slowly her finger advances inside me. I exhale a long sigh. One finger at first and then a second, followed by a third. All digits are moving and caressing.
I continue kissing a fondling Kathy as much as possible but this is truly her moment. I want her to explore these emotions to their fullest. I open several buttons of her work shirt. The material is rough and distinctly masculine but it suits Kathy. She feminizes it. Her breasts swell and perspire. The sweat is like jewels on her flesh and sparkle in the sunlights. Her dark nipples strain underneath her bra. I pinch them. It is a front clasp bra so I open it easily. Her breasts surge out like two waves of water breaking through a dam. I brush aside the bra cups and suckle on the nipples, flicking them with the tip of my tongue. I hear Kathy's breath growing heavier. I desperately wish to see and lavish great affection on her pussy but the confined space we currently struggle with makes it unlikely a gosl for the time being. I want to breathe in her scent. Her flesh is pleasently perfumed.
When my orgasm finally hits me it is like being touched by a live electrical wire. My entire body becomes sensative. Kathy extracts her fingers and sucks my juices from them. Her face has a very dreamy quality. We sit and kiss for a while. By some miracle we not spotted by any other early morning patrons of the restaurant nor the various truckers coming and going. The whole car was redolent with combination of our scents. Even though I could not see Kathy's pussy I could catch tantalizing whiffs of it. We redressed ourselves and continued to work.
We were both late for our shifts. I told management that it was ll my fault and that we got caught in traffic and no further measures needed to be taken. Over the day I spotted her occasionally finding some excuse to pass her fingers over her nose. Even though I'm sure she washed the ghost of my scent lingered on her fingers. We exchanged little smiles.
I'm sure I blushed vividly.
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