And Then There Was Katie Ch. 06

The water of the shower carried the sound of Katie's voice and broadcast it louder than it probably actually was. Mike clearly heard her sighs and moans despite the patter on the tub bottom and shower curtain. When Katie slid her fingers through his hair, her arms channeled streams of hot water over his head. He appreciated the warmth since their room was overly cold from leaving the thermostat set too low.

Mike enjoyed the pre-breakfast appetizer he feasted upon, alternating between Katie's pussy and her clit. He could taste the remnants of cum, both his and hers, as his tongue delved into her most private areas. Before he could bring forth any more of her cream, she pulled him upright and assaulted his mouth with hers. The water felt good on his face and upper body; the high quality shower head assured as much. Mike always valued a hotel room with a good shower, especially since many low-priced hotels seemed to employ midget plumbers. How else could one explain the shower head being located at a height of 5' 6"? Mike's 6' 2" stature didn't appreciate those times, and he was all the more grateful when he could stand at full height, point the shower head below horizontal, and still be able to wet his hair.

Katie kissed him fervently, her hands following the natural sexual order. They started on his face, pulling his mouth to hers. Then they slid to the back of his head before leading her arms in wrapping around Mike's neck. As the kiss increased in zeal, so did the rest of her body. Katie loosed his neck and wrapped her arms around his waist. At the same time, she lifted her right leg until her thigh was on an upward slant, her knee resting behind Mike's left hip. Mike felt her trying to force contact between his genitals and hers, grinding herself upward but not quite reaching what she wanted.

Being the good guy that he was, Mike decided to help out and bend his knees slightly. When his body dropped those meager two inches, he felt Katie's pussy lips surround his shaft like a hot dog bun fulfilling its intended purpose. Her grinding and her kissing shifted into the next gear, a task which was made much easier by the presence of the water on and between and around their bodies. Mike now held Katie's leg up with his hand underneath her knee, having visions of lifting her off her feet, leaning her against the tiled wall of the shower, and driving himself up inside her from below. However, the hot water and the hot foreplay had done nothing to help him snap out of the dreamy state he was in; also, his muscles were still fatigued from the long night before, and being barefoot in a wet tub was not the ideal situation in which to achieve solid traction for supporting a woman, albeit a small one, on top of the most treasured part of his anatomy.

"Bend over," he instructed her in opting for caution over desire, something which he obviously had trouble doing on a normal basis. The cautious guy wouldn't be cheating on his wife with his sister-in-law, he thought. On the other hand, the sister-in-law wouldn't be showering naked with the cautious guy, either. Always the realist, Mike grabbed Katie's waist and let his hard cock slide in between her legs until he felt his destination. Not stopping, he thrust forward and buried himself fully in Katie's body.

Katie moaned and squealed, Mike grunted, the water pattered, and the drain gurgled. The symphony of sounds combined to form the perfect accompaniment to the lead – two lovers' wet bodies slapping together in perfect harmony. Mike quickly felt himself on the brink of cumming, a fact which he attributed to the narrow width of the tub bottom. Narrow tub, feet closer together, tighter pussy, more friction. Mike felt harder than ever, and he loved the feeling of her firm ass in his hands as he pounded into her.

"Oh god, yes!" he roared, the sound of his voice echoing loudly around the steamy room. His cum was soon racing up his shaft and blasting Katie's spent insides.

Katie felt his hot cream and shouted encouragement, serving to turn them both on even more. "Fuck me, Mike! Give me all that cum! Yes, yes, yes! Oh, I can feel it! I feel it! God it's so hot!"

The small amount of energy his horniness had mustered up left Mike's body with his juices. He felt like collapsing down in a big cushy chair, but there were two problems. One, his still-hard cock was still inside Katie's still-hot pussy. Two, there was no chair in the shower.

He willed himself to continue and slid easily in and out until finally sending Katie's body over the edge. Mike was so tired, he felt detached from the entire scene as his lover unmistakably expressed the pleasure that racked her body. In his semi-comatose fatigue, he could not remember how many times in the last twenty-four hours this beautiful woman had shuddered and squealed and moaned her body's approval of his touch, both outside of her and inside of her. But he was certain that he would never get tired of seeing it and hearing it, of feeling her and tasting her.

After her glorious early-morning orgasm, Katie's cum-filled pussy slid slowly, reluctantly off of Mike's thick cock. She gave one last shudder as the head slipped out of her with an inaudible pop. Standing up and turning around, she wrapped her arms around Mike and they locked in a passionate kiss, barely able to see each other through the cloud of steam that filled the room.He felt like he could just be with Katie forever, in some naked utopia of perpetual love-making. But when he remembered his conference and she remembered her class, they broke their kiss and finished their shower.

Mike's morning post-shower routine consisted of brushing his teeth, combing his hair, putting on his deodorant, and shaving, a schedule that usually took less than ten minutes. He absent-mindedly went through the motions, all the while soaking up Katie's own morning rituals. The sweet-smelling lotions, the hair treatments, the makeup, her transformation from sex goddess to married nurse took only twenty minutes, but Mike savored every moment of it. She bounced in and out of the bathroom, leaving in a towel, returning in her underwear, rummaging through her bags in the other room, walking in with an armful of bottles and little bags.

He made his way into the bedroom and got dressed in his jacket and tie. Katie emerged from the bathroom as he finished tying his shoes. He watched her move about the room, gathering clothes and tossing them on the bed. "Granny panties, huh?" he asked, chiding her modest selection of intimate apparel.

"You hush," she said, sliding a pair of denim capri pants up and over her sexy hips.

"I've just never seen you in anything but a thong," Mike admitted, watching her lithe movements as she pulled a tight half-sleeve shirt over her head.

"Well you've just never filled me with so much cum that it's going to be running out of me all day long either, have you?" The matter-of-fact expression plastered across her freshly-fucked countenance made Mike want to throw her down, rip her clothes back off, and do it all again. But he knew that would have to wait. Instead, he stood up and walked over to her, sliding his hands around her hips to her lower back.

Katie did the typical female thing, fiddling with the lapels of his coat and smoothing out his tie. "You look hot," she said, staring at his chest.

"You are hot," he returned. She did not say anything, apparently lost in a moment of melancholy. Mike imagined that she was thinking about the despair of their situation, as he often did himself. Rather than joining her, he lifted her face with his hands and gently pressed his lips to hers, their tongues connecting in a soul-probing kiss.

"What is your schedule today?" he asked, his face still only inches from hers.

"My class is supposed to be over at 4:00," she replied, stepping away from him to finish getting dressed. "It'll probably take about thirty minutes to get back here. So 4:30-ish; what about you?"

Mike glanced at the clock, seeing that it was already 7:15. "Well, I'm not really sure, but I can be done and meet you up here whenever I need to. There's a dinner thing tonight, but I don't know if I want to go to it or not. We can talk about it later, but you'd better hurry it up if you have to be there by 8:00."

"I know," she said, slipping on her sandals. "I'm ready. Where are the keys?"

He hesitantly handed them to her. "You know where you're going?" he asked with a slight smirk.

Grabbing the keys forcefully out of his hand, Katie turned and retorted, "I'll bet I know my way around here better than you do," walking towards the door.

"Oh no-no-no-nooooo," he said dramatically, chasing after her. "I know the metroplex like the back of my hand."

As their playful disagreement spilled into the hallway, Katie scoffed, "Yeah right. I may be a woman, but I know how to read a map."


With the seedlings of an idea forming in his mind, Mike spoke up again as they walked down the hall. "Do I smell a friendly wager in the air?"

Katie turned around after pushing the "down" button on the elevator. "What did you have in mind?"

Mike's idea was quickly picking up steam. "How about each of us plans a date," speaking slowly, converting his thoughts into words, "somewhere that we think we could have sex and not get caught."

He somewhat expected Katie to reject his idea. They had never talked about anything like that since it was out of the realm of possibility at home. Rather than an immediate reaction, however, Katie's face was a picture of contemplation, like she was imagining the scenario Mike was describing and what its implications would be. As the elevator door opened and they stepped inside, she spoke. "What do you mean by 'have sex?' I mean, we can't exactly go into a restaurant and me just go over and start riding your cock at the table. Do you mean sneak off to the bathroom and do it, or do you mean right there in front of everybody?"

Delighted that she was considering the idea, he answered, "Not in the bathroom. Not in private – do it in public...but without anybody realizing it."

As the elevator began its trip to the ground floor, she continued. "So, does oral count?"

Good question, Mike thought. Quickly thinking of an answer, he said, "It does, but both of us have to cum."

After a brief moment of thought, Katie asked one last question. "What does the winner get?"

Chuckling to himself at this interrogation, he said, "Well, if you win, you get to do whatever you want to me, and I have to do whatever you want to you, and vice-versa if I win."

With a "ding," the elevator door opened and they found themselves once again in the hotel lobby. In contrast to the quiet sereneness of the night before, the large area was bustling with hundreds of people, many of them wearing nametags for Mike's conference. "It's a deal," she said, almost yelling as she headed off toward the parking garage elevator, never looking back.

Mike watched her disappear into the crowd, laughing to himself as he imagined those "granny panties" adorning her fine ass, unbeknownst to the men whose heads he saw turn as she passed by. When he could see her no more, he looked around in search of the conference registration area. Finally glimpsing a sign, he headed off in the direction of the arrow, slowly progressing through the traffic jam of people.

The registration area appeared to be a well-organized chaos. Mike stood in the shortest line for a long five minutes before stepping up to the table. The woman at the table smiled at him, greeted him, and asked for his name. Upon finding it in her computer and realizing that he was a VIP all-important award finalist, she quickly turned around and summoned a nicely but not-so-modestly dressed young woman to her side.

"Julie, this is Mike," began the table lady. "He is one of our award finalists."

Thrusting out her well-manicured hand, Julie said, "Nice to meet you Mike." Flashing a beautiful smile, she continued, "I'm Julie, and I'll be acting as liaison for you this morning with the press."

Even in his grogginess, the end of her statement quickly got his attention. "Press?" he asked, skeptically.

"Oh yeah," Julie answered as table lady handed Mike his conference materials. "Trade magazines and newspapers eat this stuff up. A lot of them will want pictures and interviews even if you aren't selected as the award winner. But if you are..." Her voice trailed off with a shrug of her cute, nearly bare shoulders. "You're going to have a full day today, I'll put it that way."

Mike groaned as he imagined being mobbed by reporters. He absent-mindedly fixed his nametag to his lapel, longing to be back in bed with Katie snuggled in his arms. His revelry was broken when he felt Julie's arm slide inside his own and lead him away from the registration area. Navigating their way through the crowd, he noticed the subtle but sweet smell of her perfume. His first impression of her was friendly, intelligent, up-and-coming, and most of all, professional. But the whole arm-in-arm thing had Mike questioning the professional part by the time they stepped through a non-descript door into a small lounge-like room.

"Okay," Julie said, sounding relieved to be out of the throng of people. "Is there anything I can get you? Coffee? Breakfast?"

"No coffee. Is there any chance of getting a Dr. Pepper?"

Flashing her great smile again, she answered, "Of course." As she walked to the other side of the room, he noticed the refrigerator against the wall that he had not seen before. Julie opened the door and bent over at the waist, giving Mike a very nice view of her back side, which he described to himself as "curvy" yet nowhere near the neighborhood of "too big." Leaning against a column in the middle of the room, he enjoyed the way her short dress pulled even higher up her legs. It seemed to take longer than he thought it should to grab a can off the shelf, but she finally returned to upright with the beverage in hand. Mike was too sleepy to really notice that Julie opened the can for him, an action which he would normally consider to be more personal than to be expected in the situation.

"Thanks so much," he said, taking a deep swig of the refreshing soft drink. Finishing the gulp, he said, "I just can't seem to wake up this morning."

With a delightful laugh, she replied, "Well if the caffeine doesn't do it, you just let me know and I'll bet I could come up with something to help." Mike did notice the not-so-subtle innuendo in her statement. As he pondered whether he was imagining things or not, her bright smile slunk into a seductive grin. "The only reason I am here today," she said somewhat more softly, "is to make sure you are well taken care of. Anything you need or want, you just let me know and I'll give it to you."

There was no mistaking that choice of words. Most people will get you what you need, not give it, he thought. As she turned and headed for a small round table, he noticed the large wedding ring on her finger. Interesting, he thought as he followed her, the first thoughts of making it with this tall young hottie creeping into his mind.

The two spent the next twenty minutes going over Mike's itinerary for the day. Julie wanted to know which classes he wanted to attend, when he would like to visit the exhibit hall, and when he could be available for interviews and photo sessions. Scribbling notes to herself all the way, Julie was once again the epitome of professionalism.

"Now at 3:00 this afternoon, you'll be participating in the Best Commercial Practices Round Table meeting. Will that be a problem?" she asked.

"I guess it depends on what it is and what you mean by 'participating,'" he said, finding himself becoming more and more flirtatious as the caffeine worked its magic. He struggled to keep his eyes on Julie's face, on the papers in front of him, on the wall, anywhere but on her chest, a good portion of which prominently protruded from her low-cut spaghetti-strap sundress. Pull it together, he told himself. It's not like you have never interacted with sexy women, and it's not like there's not going to be the sexiest woman of all waiting for you in nine short hours. Proudly, Mike convinced himself that despite some of Julie's more obvious advances he would stay true to Katie.

And Jennifer.

After a quick bit of reflection upon the ridiculousness of such a conviction, he tossed those thoughts out of his head and returned his attention to the woman in front of him, who was apparently finishing her description of this round table thing he was supposed to be at.

"So that doesn't sound too bad, does it?" she asked, her expression one of mock tentativeness and worry. The performance was topped off by her hand falling to rest on top of his.

Before really even thinking about it, Mike's other hand clasped down on top of hers, and he played along, saying, "I'm not sure I can handle it. You're going to have to make me feel good about it." Shit, he thought. Why the hell did I just say that?

As he mentally kicked himself, the delicious smile returned to Julie's face, and she answered exactly like he was afraid she would. "I know a lot of ways to make you feel good."

Mike's brain frantically searched for the best way out of this situation, but his thinking was being distracted by Julie's thumb rubbing sensually over the top of his hand. Just then, the door to the room opened and two chatty women entered the room. Professional Julie snapped back to attention at the sound, leaving Mike grateful yet with more than a good start on a hard-on.

As the two women proceeded to the refrigerator, Julie gathered her papers and said, "Well, it's time to go. The opening session starts in about five minutes." Mike stood up from his chair and made the mistake of glancing down at Julie and the front of her dress as she leaned forward and stood. These constant come-ons and flashes were not doing much to help shore up Mike's waning fidelity, albeit to an adulterous sexual addition to his sister-in-law.

Julie led the way back out into the bustling corridor, holding the door open for Mike as he filed past her. As they navigated their way through the crowds, Mike felt Julie's hand pressing into the small of his back. Nearing the convention meeting room, he fought off the rationalizations that gave him all the reasons why he should fuck this young vixen that obviously wanted him.

With a final push through a group of people, the pair was in the clearing of the four huge doorways into the meeting hall, and Julie's hand was off of his back. She led Mike to the front of the room, where two seats were reserved for them. Mike loathed all of the obligatory introductions and smiles and congratulations to and from the other award finalists and officials that milled around in front of the stage. Taking his seat as soon as possible, Julie sat down next to him and leaned over in his ear. "You don't much like this kind of thing, do you?" she said softly.

Smiling, Mike turned his head as much as he dared lest he find himself lip-to-lip with her. "You're pretty observant," he laughed, noting her sweet, fruity fragrance.

"Yep," she replied. "My plan is to know you up one side and down the other by the end of the day." She sat back up straight just as the organization's president reached the microphone and began speaking.

Mike struggled to stay awake during the opening session. The speaker was dynamic, funny, entertaining, and all-around outstanding, and Mike really enjoyed the parts he heard in between thinking about Katie and Julie, how tired he was, how he hoped his company won the award yet dreaded the fallout that would follow. When the speech was finally over, it was go time for the awards.