Kitty Ch. 03

"Had a good day?" He asked, letting the bags drop. He held her tight and she looked up to him with those bright green cat eyes.

"Kinda. I missed you." She said. His eyes moistened at how genuine she seemed.

"I missed you too Kitty." He squeezed her again and kissed her head. "I'd be home sooner if your texts didn't make it tricky to walk." She giggled into his chest and hopped down. Her expression up at him now was secretive like she was hiding something. He slid off his boots and locked the door before giving her a questioning grin. She took his hand and led him to the couch where her laptop was facing open. They sat together and she passed him a glass of her favourite drink. He sipped and looked at the screen. It was the desktop, with open applications minimized. She opened one on the taskbar shaped like a pylon and a video opened. He choked on the Russian, and coughed into his wrist.

"I've been watching these all day." Katherine said leaning against his side and rubbing his crotch through his jeans. Her chin rested against his shoulder and her light voice was like an erotic whisper. Her hand squeezed his growing cock as he watched the video. A woman was moaning as a man held her legs up while fucking her. He worshipped her feet as she encouraged him. "Last night I downloaded a pack of fetish stuff... I didn't want you to see. For a surprise." Katherine leaned towards the computer and opened a folder as the audio of people in the throws of sex filled the room.

Spencer watched her flick through numerous images of kink focused content. An assortment of lesbian, straight, footjobs, sleeping, female self-worship, light bondage, etc. He was uncomfortable in a strange sense. A reactionary shame from not having been able to speak about this or especially share it with someone. Katherine smiled back at him and he seen no judgement, only a proud eagerness. She leaned back in the couch and rested on cushions which must have been piled up for this. She swung her legs up and lay them out as she got comfortable. He could see she was indeed nude except the shirt and he guessed that she had been masturbating throughout the day with her little plastic friend. That kicked the erection into overdrive.

"They're all yours." She said and held her knuckles up to her mouth cutely. Spencer looked down to the little pale feet in his lap. She wore a pretty chain anklet on her right ankle, a toe ring on each foot and the black polish seemed applied anew today. On each of the big toes were a single little silver star on the black. The feet moved in display, showing the tiny toes and blushed soles. As always with her he was off balance, but found his hand moving. His fingertips touched the bottom of her left foot and she gasped. He looked to her and she was smiling ear to ear in excitement, her face surrounded by that fluffy black mane. Spencer grinned despite himself and took a sip, the ice clinking together and against the glass.

He tapped his index fingertip against the surface of the drink and quickly moved it down. Katherine gave a little adorable squeak as he touched the tip of her toe, the cold drop running slowly down her arch in spastic speed starting fast, to slow, to fast. He set the drink down on the table and wiped his hand cold with condensation on the couch. His gentle touch found the top of one and sole of the other. Heavenly soft. Katherine twitched and was quite silent now, her knuckles still covering her mouth. Spencer teased them with just light enough contact to cause stimulation and she shivered. His boner almost hurt at this point.

Neither of them heard the porn continuing from the speakers as his pressure increased, now working into an instinctual massage. He's had limited practice, but decent results. It was like riding a bike. Without turning his head he looked up to Katherine who's eyes were unfocused and lidded, blinking slowly. He lost himself in this act of passion and time passed. Even after the video ended behind the open folder of images he just touched and rubbed over the flawless forms.

Katherine then lifted her left leg, surprising him out of his trance. Her toe flicked over his lips and he glanced to her. Spencer knew now this was no longer just for him. Her eyes were glazed and wanting and he noticed her hand between her legs slowly moving. He took the heel in his right fingers and slid his lips over her big toe. She moaned and closed her eyes for a few seconds before watching again. The little bulb of flesh in his mouth had the initial vague taste of salt, but was clean and so satisfying to suck. His cock felt like a lion in a straight jacket. He let the skin slide from his lips, then lifted the foot to lick up the ball to the smaller ones taking a couple in at once. His other hand was still caressing and squeezing the foot in his lap.

Time ticked away. Eventually he switched to worship her other after she had worked herself to what was unmistakably an orgasm. Katherine never gave any indication of wanting him to stop, but soon he did and smiled to her. Her legs swung to the side in a flash and she crawled up to him. Spencer expected it and embraced her as she licked his neck, moving up to his mouth which they hungrily connected.

Home. His mind and heart were saturated with the word. Mounted by her, feeling her moans vibrate throughout him, her small exploring hands, her flowery scent... it was like stepping back out of your life and holding your chin while viewing the entirety of the film reel. The future had never looked brighter, and he would do his best to give her anything and everything.

The belt was undone. He was pulled out. A momentary sensation of air. The sweltering oven enveloping him in one slick movement. Spencer moved his grip to her hips as they gyrated. His own returning force with each of her descents. Katherine moaned aloud and moved her face into his shoulder as she held him. He closed his eyes and felt her soft hair on his face, her tiny frame begin to bounce, and the tight squeeze of her sex. Together they shared one another, the effort increasing but only slightly. They made love in the mutual indulgence of all the time in the world. He was first to feel the holy mountain's peak, trying to not tremble from the overwhelming sensitivity as she rode to meet him there. In silence they came. With their nerve's embers cooling and the euphoria ebbing away they stayed embraced.

Katherine licked the tip of his nose and they locked eyes. Her green cat eyes switching between his, her heavy breathing calming. If hearts could erupt from affection Spencer would be in mortal danger. Nothing was spoken for some time. Soon they were just laying on the couch, her on him. The speakers played more strange relaxing music as he pet her head on his chest. He was realizing more and more that she didn't ever really want to do anything. No television, no friends, no trips to the theatre, no restaurants, no shopping sprees... all she wanted was to be loved. The simplest want that required no event or environment.

His eyes opened later, confused for a moment in the dark. Katherine was snoozing curled up on him, barely registering as weight. Spencer spent a few minutes debating on whether to move, and decided to do so. As he slowly rose Katherine never exactly woke, but complied to his pulling her into his arms as he took her upstairs. He set her down gently as possible and felt his heart swell at the fundamental vulnerable desire she seemed to be. Also at the fact that somehow... somehow he had the opportunity to be in her mind and life as the thing to cling to. He existed.