Black Cat

The passion with which she began kissing was frightening. Her scent and taste upon him was turning her on all over again.

Tom managed to stop her (against her protests) and explained that he still had to prepare a lot of work for Monday and that he needed to go. She asked him if he wanted a shower first (hoping to keep him for longer) but he declined and left.

She sat down having closed the front door, still feeling incredibly horny (she understood that word now) and realised that the only way she was going to get satisfaction was if she used her own fingers. She opened the gown and, looking down and admiring her own body, she began to masturbate, slowly and methodically, climaxing twice more until, finally, she felt sated.

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Chapter 9

Sunday morning dawned and Cathryn decide that she would go to church today. She would pray for forgiveness and the strength to resist temptation. At least, that's what she thought that she should do. She knew that she had done wrong, but somehow it felt right, that maybe she was supposed to be able to enjoy such things. She had always considered that it would be a sin to lose her virginity before marriage. But she hadn't, yet.

She breakfasted, showered and then began to dress. At which point, she had an urge to be just the teensiest bit naughty and decided to wear her new underwear, including the stockings and suspenders under one of her new dresses. Cathryn wasn't sure how the suspenders worked and tried to put them on first. It took a couple of attempts, but finally she got them on so that they looked and felt right.

Then she caught sight of herself in the mirror. It was a shock to see the suspenders and black stockings, with their dark border at the top framing her neatly trimmed and shaped pubic hair. It was so, sexy! She couldn't help but place her fingers between her legs and gently rub. "Just a little bit," she thought. "Not too much".

Very quickly she became moist. She stopped, looked at the dampness on her fingertips, smelt them and then savoured the taste with her tongue. "I must stop this now!" she determined.

She put the rest of her underwear on – it felt gorgeous!

The dress was the finishing touch. The material seemed to caress the nylon on her legs. And the way it hung over bottom enhanced her figure. She was a bit worried at the way it seemed to define her cheeks separately, but she thought that it was unlikely that anybody else would notice. "After all, they're hardly going to be staring at my bum, are they?"

She enjoyed the service, although the hard pews were just a little uncomfortable with only a thin layer of material between her naked skin and the wood. As she left the church she could see virtually all of the men giving appreciative glances in her direction. A few of the single men were almost leering. Cathryn tried hard not to smile when she noticed another woman giving a similar look! She walked home, feeling as though she was walking on air.

At home, she prepared a simple lunch, planning to cook properly in the evening. Having eaten, she had nothing planned and was wondering what to do with herself when the phone rang. She answered with a cheerful, "Hello."

"Hello, yourself gorgeous," replied Tom. "How are you today?"

"Hi Tom. I'm fine. How about you?"

"I'm OK, sort of."

"What do you mean? Sort of?"

"Well, you kind of frightened me last night. I've never been so turned on. And I've certainly never been dominated like that before. Now I can't stop thinking about you. Thinking about your beautiful, sexy body. Thinking about what I'd like to do with you."

"Really?" Cathryn suddenly felt very excited. "What sort of things?"

"I'm not really sure I've got the nerve to tell you. Right now I'm trying to imagine you sitting there. Imagine what you look like."

"Put the phone on speaker," said cat. "Let's hear what he's got to say." She did so and then sat back on the sofa.

"I can picture your face, but I can't imagine what you are wearing."

"I'm wearing a pretty (but modest) floral dress".

"What else?" he pressed.

"What else?" She thought about the question, "Do you mean what am I wearing underneath? You naughty boy!"

She paused and then began teasing him. "Well, I'm wearing a matching bra and thong in soft luxurious lace. And, I'm also wearing a matching suspender belt with sheer black stockings."

"Ohhh," groaned Tom. "Lift your skirt up and describe to me what you see."

"Go ahead," said the cat. "But really tease him, really get him turned on"

Cathryn raised her skirt to her waist, uncrossed her legs and then told him, "The sheer stockings define my legs beautifully. They lead the eyes up, up, up to the dark band at the top. Above them is the creamy white of my thighs. They look silky smooth."

She put her hands on her legs, "They feel so sensual. The suspenders run up underneath my thong, so that it's easier to pull my knickers down, to take them right off, in fact. But they don't hide very much anyway. They're very fine lace and my pubic hair is showing through the thin material. When I spread my legs like this, " and she spread them very wide. "My knickers pull up between my pussy lips in a delightful way. In fact I think it's getting me turned on. Are you getting turned on?"

"Oh, very," he replied. "I've got a tent pole in my trousers now.

"Slip your fingers into your knickers for me. Are you feeling very wet?"

Cathryn didn't need to slip a finger in there; she could already feel that her sexual arousal was making her pants wet. But she slipped her fingers in anyway, because her clitoris was in urgent need of attention.

"Oh I'm so wet. I'm so turned on. I wish you were here with me now."

"Do you Cathryn? And if Iwas there, right now, what would you like me to do to you?"

Cathryn could hardly think straight by now.

"If you were here, right now... I'd want you to... I'd want you to...fuck me."

"What?" said Tom.

"I want you to fuck me. Fuck me. FUCK ME!"

"Well you'd better open your front door then!"

It took Cathryn a few seconds to realise what he had said. She took her hand out of her pants and staggered to the door. She wrenched it open and Tom stepped in, dropped his mobile phone, took hold of her in his arms and kissed her. He picked her up bodily and kicked the door shut with his heel. He carried her straight through to the bedroom and laid her on the bed.

He lay down beside her and pushed her skirt up out of the way. He then slid his hand up the inside of her leg. She spread them as wide as she could and arched her back with the pleasure of feeling his hand on her bare skin. He pushed the gusset of her knickers to one side and stroked her clitoris with his thumb. As he did this he pushed his middle finger into her vagina. She gasped in shock, not pain.

He began working his finger in and out, in and out. Cathryn felt that she was close to orgasm. Tom must have sensed this, for he removed his finger and then rapidly undid his trousers and freed his rigid cock. He moved over and lay above her supporting his weight with one hand. The other guided the head of his dick towards her gaping pussy.

He pushed gently. She felt a stretching, then suddenly a swift and sharp pain, but at that moment his shaft simply slid straight in. She could almost feel her vagina sucking his cock in. She came, calling out his name and there was no pain anymore.

As her climax subsided, Tom began his rhythmic stroking. She could feel his testicles touching just above her anus. His thrusts became more and more powerful, almost driving her up towards the headboard. She could sense that he was getting close, but she didn't see him come as she was overtaken by a second and even more powerful orgasm herself.

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Chapter 10

Tom rolled off of Cathryn and then took her face in his hands to kiss her properly. She responded; each was exploring each other's mouths with their tongues. The regret of finally losing her virginity was far outweighed by what she had experienced. She was more regretful that she had missed out on such pleasure for so long.

They dozed, exhausted for a while. Then, Tom suggested that she should bathe, as she had been bleeding. Her new pants were stained red, but the flow appeared to have stemmed now.

They both made their way to the bathroom. The shower wasn't particularly large, but it was still big enough to take both of them. Tom started the shower and adjusted it to the right temperature, then undressed Cathryn and led her in. He quickly finished undressing himself and stepped into the shower with her. She stood with her back to him as he soaped her neck, shoulders and arms. He moved down to her buttocks, kneading the soft flesh before sliding his hand between her cheeks.

She hadn't understood how sensitive that area of her body was. She pushed her ass out to meet his touch as his fingers slid over her anus. She was enjoying it, but she didn't understand why, or what she wanted. He continued to wash the rest of her legs and then turned her around. He then worked his way up the front of her legs, but stopped short of her vagina.

He stood up and began again with her neck and shoulders. She closed her eyes while he caressed and rubbed her breasts and nipples. He moved on down over stomach, finally reaching the area between her legs. He gently bathed the tender area. Although sore, she enjoyed his caress there.

Cathryn was so touched by his gentleness, that when he had finished, she took the soap and began washing him. She copied what he had done when he reached her bum; only she spent even more time slipping her fingers across his anus. When she turned him round she realised how much he had enjoyed her attentions. The soldier was standing at attention again.

She quickly washed up his legs and then down his chest, so that she could get to his penis as quickly as possible. She used lots of soap and washed and stroked. Once the soap had been washed away, she felt the need to prove herself once more. She knelt down and delicately licked his balls. Rather than move up his cock, she was fascinated by the feel of his perineum on her tongue and began moving in the opposite direction.

She could only go so far, but he seemed to appreciate it. Moving back to his testicles, she took each one in her mouth in turn. She licked up the shaft, arriving at the head. She explored the helmet with her lips, before gently parting them and moving down onto his cock.

She moved her head up and down, gently sucking as she went, allowing the shaft to go deeper and deeper into her mouth. She wanted to get as much as possible in and was surprised when the head began nudging against the back of her throat. She didn't gag – possibly because she had fed it in gradually rather than having it forced in. She withdrew a little and then gently pushed down again.

She relaxed her throat muscles as much as possible and found to his delight that she was able to get the entire shaft into her throat. She began simulating a vagina with her mouth and throat and picked up speed. As she did so, she began cradling his balls with one hand. The other she decide to use to tease his anus, as he had seemed to appreciate it so much before.

She was breathing heavily now, but he had stopped breathing and just managed to choke out the words, "I'm going to shoot".

She pulled the cock part of the way out her mouth, leaving just the head in as his semen began to flood into her mouth.

"Oh. I wish my girlfr... Oh shit!"

Cathryn spat the spunk on the floor.

"What?" she screamed. "You bastard! You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend! Get out! Go on! Get the fuck out of my house. NOW!"

Tom grabbed his clothes and rushed out of the bathroom, only just managing to get his trousers on before she chased him out of the front door.

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Chapter 11

Tom avoided Cathryn at work and, their paths did not cross again for a long time. Cathryn was still incensed, but there was nothing she could do about it. However, she started to make a real impact at the office. Her mode of dress became more feminine, yet business-like. She further enhanced her wardrobe to maintain the new image.

With other members of staff, instead of being pleasant and forgiving when people caused her problems, she made it clear that she was unhappy with them and that repeated errors gave the impression of incompetence. Management took notice. Suddenly she was being viewed in an entirely different light. She had always been regarded as hard working and totally trustworthy. Now they also saw her as firm and authoritative.

Six months later she was offered Tom's now vacant position, following his promotion to full Director. She wondered if he had played a part in this and felt a pang of guilt at the way she had treated him, particularly as (as far as she knew) he had not told a soul about their brief relationship.

Of course, with the promotion came an increase of working hours. But Cathryn didn't mind this as it helped to keep her occupied. She had been asked out by a few of the men in the office, but she politely declined each of them. She was trying to control her emotions as well as her life and had not 'touched' herself in all that time.

Then one day, running late for work, she grabbed the morning's post from the mat and took it with her to the office. She didn't get a chance to read it until after 6.30pm that evening, having just completed her work. Two of the four envelopes were junk mail, which she immediately binned without opening. One was a reminder of her dental appointment in a week's time. The last was posted in her home town.

Intrigued, she opened it. Inside she found an invitation card. It was from Margaret. She was asking Cathryn to an evening cocktail party at the shop, for the launch of next season's clothes.

Cathryn couldn't help but recall her last visit to the shop. As she sat at her desk the memory came flooding back and, for the first time in six months, she became aroused and felt the irresistible urge to do something about. She began to slide her hand up her leg, pushing the skirt higher, until she could see her stocking tops. Pushed it further and exposed the gusset of her panties.

"No. I can't. Not in here," she said, pushing her skirt back down.

"Where then?" said cat.

She jumped up out of her chair. She was taken by surprise, as she hadn't seen the animal for such a long time.

"Where?" it repeated.

The only place she could think of was the Ladies toilets. But what if the cleaners were in there? Or worse still came in while she was...? She walked quickly, out of the door and almost ran down the hallway. As she turned the corner, there was the cleaner, just coming out of the toilets having finished the cleaning. She tried to walk past and pushed open the door as casually as possible.

Walking into the nearest stall, she slammed the door shut and, remaining standing, pulled up her skirt, pushed her thong to one side and plunged her hand between her legs. She started by teasing the clitoris and then inserted one then two fingers. She continued to rub her clit with her thumb while using her first and second fingers to simulate a penis. Her other hand began clutching at her breasts and nipples through the material of her blouse and bra.

After suppressing months of pent up frustration she didn't have to masturbate for long before she finally came. As she did, she lost the use of her legs and collapsed onto the floor of the cubicle, one leg sliding out from under the door. If anybody came in now she would have a lot of explaining to do. Eventually she was able to pull herself up to a seated position on the toilet where she remained with her eyes closed for about ten minutes.

When she came back to her office she looked again at the letter lying there and read the P.S. that Margaret had written in her own hand, which said, 'Please, please come. It will be the perfect opportunity to wear that beautiful evening dress that you bought'. She immediately wrote a reply saying that she would be delighted to come and dropped it in the post tray on the way out.

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Chapter 12

The following weekend, Cathryn decided that she needed to get out for a walk in the fresh air. It was late February and although the temperature was still cool, Saturday began bright and sunny and was forecast to stay that way. She dressed comfortably in walking boots, socks, cotton trousers, t-shirt, fleece and jacket.

She had gotten used to the freedom of not wearing underwear and quite often didn't at the weekends. She packed a small rucksack with some sandwiches and drinks. Cathryn lived not far from an extensive forest and within fifteen minutes she was strolling along a horse ride through the trees, well away from any roads.

She passed a lot of other people, walking, running, cycling and riding. Almost everybody said, "Good morning". She must have covered around five miles, when she decided to take a brief stop. She sat on a log and poured herself a cup of coffee from her Thermos flask. It was so peaceful and quiet. She felt more relaxed than she had in a while. She couldn't imagine why she hadn't decided to do this earlier.

She hadn't planned her route, or considered how far she wanted to walk. But packing up and moving on, she decided that she would walk a little further south and then head west and stop for lunch. Afterwards she would head north for home again.

When she eventually turned, she found herself on a little used path. It wound in and out of the trees and bushes, but she knew that overall she was heading west and would sooner or later intercept the main horse ride that would take her home. She hadn't yet reached this ride, when the coffee that she had drunk earlier began to have an effect on her bladder.

There was very little in the way of cover around, but just off of the path she saw some holly bushes that had retained their leaves throughout the winter months. She stepped off the path and headed around behind them. Having undone her trousers, she squatted quickly and began to pee, feeling an immediate sense of relief. She pulled her trousers up and then looked around again. She noticed that the bushes had hidden a small, level patch of grass beyond which the ground dropped away.

"This is a nice place for lunch," she thought and walked onto the grass. Sitting down, she opened her rucksack and began to eat her sandwiches.

The sun shone down and warmed the clearing. In fact, Cathryn now felt too warm and took off her jacket, rolled it up and put it into her bag. She then unzipped the fleece, but didn't take it off just yet – it might not be quitethat warm. She lay down on her back and relaxed, bathing in the warmth. She had been like this for about twenty minutes when she heard voices. The sound came across as a low murmur, but a soft giggle indicated that at least one of the people was female.

She assumed that they were walking along the path that she had left to find this secluded little island in the sun. Soon, the movement in the direction of their voices became apparent and they walked on by the area in which Cathryn was currently laying. Then the voices seemed to stop moving. There were more giggling sounds, before they moved on again. But they were no longer heading west along the path. Instead they had left it and were now walking along behind Cathryn.

They stopped again and now Cathryn became intrigued. She rolled over and moved forwards a short distance until she could see over the lip of the slope. At the bottom a young couple stood embracing. She guessed that they were probably in their early twenties. They too appeared to be hidden from the path by bushes and were currently locked in a passionate kiss.