The Same Old Story – End 02 by NylonDreams

I blushed, “Kat, despite either being great, there’s no need. I was only protecting my wife from an arse. I only wanted you to be safe.”

Kat looked at me, “Andy, that’s the first time in a long time, you’ve used the words, “my wife” with me. They mean so much to me.” There were tears in her eyes.

We kissed some more. Well, a lot more. I refrained from removing her blouse and bra though my mind was playing the image of that to me. There was an extremely large tent in my trousers, not helped by Kat’s hand occasionally, slowly dragging over it.

I had to sit back, “I’d better get you home before your parents send out a search party.”

Kat smiled, “Is that the only reason?”

I laughed, “Okay, if we’d carried on, I’d probably cum in my pants.”

Kat laughed, “Oh, I so wanted to send you home with wet pants!” She dropped her lower lip in mock hurt.

I wagged my finger at her, “I’ve told you before, if you did something like that, I would have to skelp your arse.”

She looked mortified, “You’re not allowed corporal punishment in Scotland.”

I countered, “That’s only children. Adults can be subjected to it. You have been warned before so would know what to expect. By doing what you were planning, you accepted the consequences. That’s what I would tell the Sheriff.”

Kat laughed, “You’ve been spending too much time around Stella.” I joined in the laughter.

It was a lot like old times, playing games, winding each other up.

Once at her parents she removed her seat belt and turned to me. “Thank you. It was a great evening.” She kissed me passionately before rubbing my head over her breasts. She laughed as she left the car, “Mind not catch the steering wheel with anything.”

I watched as she swayed her arse causing her skirt to rise showing her stocking tops. I hadn’t spotted them before. I must be out of practice. At her door, she turned and blew me a kiss. Her other hand was caressing her breasts. I had to sit for a few minutes before I was clear of any obstruction to the steering wheel.

The next morning, I was returning from my run, when I saw Kat’s car was parked outside the flats. She was in it. I remembered she didn’t have a key.

I went up to it, “I hope you haven’t been waiting long. If I’d known you were coming, I wouldn’t have gone out.”

She laughed, “I knew you went running or the gym and were back around this time. I haven’t been waiting long. I wanted to surprise you!”

She kissed my cheek. She looked lovely in a summery dress. I caught the sign of suspender bumps.

Once in the flat, she said, “Go and have your shower. I’ll make some coffee if you want some.” I nodded.

After I showered, I put on my robe. “Kat, what should I wear? You’re dressed to impress so if you wanted to go somewhere, I’ll need to dress appropriately.”

She just smiled, “I think you’re dressed appropriately, for now. Have your coffee.”

We sat, talked, just like the good times. Listening to what the other had to say. I couldn’t make out the look on Kat’s face. She was up to something but I hadn’t a clue.

When we were finished, I put the cups into the dishwasher.

As I turned Kat was beside me. She took my hand and led me to a kitchen chair. She’d put it in the middle of the floor. She pushed me gently onto it. She looked happy but nervous. She reached into her bag and pulled out her phone. A few presses and music began playing. As it did, Kat began dancing to it. It was a very erotic dance. In no time my penis was standing to attention, my robe struggling to cover him.

Kat danced two or maybe three songs, swaying her bum in time as her hands lightly caressed her body. I could see her nipples expanding as she played with her breasts. If I wasn’t already shocked by this, when she started unzipping the dress, my jaw dropped. How she managed to keep moving, swaying, teasing as she lowered and held her dress against her breasts amazed me. I think I was drooling.

She stopped in front of me and shook in time to the music. The dress slid down, halted briefly by her hard nipples to the floor. She was wearing a pale rosé coloured quarter cup bra with matching suspender belt. I saw the tanga knickers were crotchless when she moved.

By the fifth or six song, her dance became more erotic as she was caressing her body. She was telling me what she was feeling as she described what her hands were doing. “My breasts want lightly touched, inflamed, taken to an orgasm.” When she went lower, she said seductively, “I can feel your breath on my skin, arousing me, telling me you’re heading to paradise.”

My penis had thrown off my robe and was standing in full view, watching the most erotic dance I had ever seen. He was bouncing in time with her movements.

She used her hands on her inner thighs, her eyes not leaving mine, “I can feel your skin as you lick along me towards paradise. Your hands playing lightly and teasing me. So close but so far.”

She danced around me so I had to crane my neck to see what she was doing. Her breasts were lightly touching my neck and head. “No touching is allowed here,” she breathed into my ear. She went round twice, each time becoming more forward, more pressure as she used her breasts to arouse me further. “Remember the no touching rule!”

As she stopped in front of me, she turned so I saw her magnificent bum. She leaned over, lightly running her hands down her legs to her ankles. “I can feel you caressing me, kissing me all the way to paradise. It’s such a pity no touching is allowed.” She ran her hands up her legs slowly. As she reached the bare part above her stockings, she moaned, “I can feel your head between my legs at paradise. You’ve forgotten the rule. You’re touching me.”

She opened her legs which displayed the crotchless knickers. They were very wet. She used her fingers to pull them apart and run them lightly over her labia. It was still bare. “I’ll have to stop you, it’s not allowed but it feels so good. I can see your cock. I know it would be great to feel him in me but it’s not allowed.”

She was shaking her bum. I could see how wet she was. There was precum dropping from my cock.

She walked backwards towards me and slowly sank down. As the song reached a crescendo, she grabbed my cock and put it in her bloody hot pussy. I held her as she began fucking me. Her pussy was wringing my cock. She hadn’t had that control before. My hands were busy playing with her breasts. I loved the bra.

She leaned back into me, “No touching allowed.”

I stopped and she smiled. In no time I could feel myself about to cum. “Kat, I’m going to cum, what about you?”

She turned and kissed me, “This is just for you.” Her pussy began what I can only described as a multi-point assault. She drove herself faster and deeper onto me. I was surprised the chair withstood the attack. As she did that her pussy was clasping and releasing my cock. It was like every part was being teased at the same time.

I had no option, “Kat, OH SHIT! Fucking HELL!” I screamed as I came. I would look for my toenails later.

We held each other. I was aware her pussy was still playing with my cock. I was surprised how little he had gone down. He was recovering. When he was fully hard, Kat stood up and turned towards me.

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