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It struck Andrew as odd that Kati called his mobile early in the morning to invite him to dinner that night. They’d been seeing one another every evening but didn’t make plans until they were both finishing up their work days. Kati’s hours at Bright’s Department Store seldom varied. She worked from 9:00 to 5:30 with half an hour for lunch. Andrew’s schedule was flexible since he was in sales and his own boss on a regional level.
Today, he’d taken off early to have a drink with his buddy before Bob had to clock in for the evening as Bright’s Toyland Santa. Bob was moonlighting and perfectly cast, thanks to his jolly nature plus the belly he’d acquired working his day job as a pastry chef.
Andrew wasn’t one to share confidences, so he’d barely mentioned his and Kati’s affair. But Bob, who had a second sense regarding relationships, inquired how things were going between them. Andrew shrugged and said she’d asked him over for a home-cooked meal, adding that this was the first he knew that she cooked.
When Bob made a big deal over ‘things getting serious’, Andrew laughed it off. And when the two of them parted outside the mall café, Andrew stopped at a kiosk and bought Kati a bouquet. There. That proved he wasn’t worried by what Bob said. Kati was hot for Andrew just as he was for her. But that was as far as it went. They’d never had a serious discussion. All they did was fuck. And while he liked her a lot, that was as far as he intended their relationship to go. He didn’t want to marry anyone anytime soon.
The flowers he’d bought were his way of expressing appreciation for her taking the trouble to cook. She was probably making dinner for the same reason—to show her gratitude for all the dinners he’d bought. A bottle of wine was his usual offering for his hostess, but he’d been drawn to the colourful blooms. He should probably take Kati a nice Chablis, as well.
After stopping off at home to shower and change into an open neck, silk shirt that she’d said matched his eyes, and swapping white briefs for sexier black spandex, he checked his wallet for condoms. It paid to think ahead when you wanted to please a woman.
Hopefully, the meal she’d prepared would be tasty enough to keep his sexual desires in check until later when Kati came on to him. The eagerness of her seductions was delightful, and he found her initiation of the sex act in all its variations thrilling. He’d never before known a woman like that, and it was refreshing. Usually, a man had to jump through all sorts of hoops known popularly as foreplay. A woman who loved fucking as much as Kati did was not only irresistible, she was…extraordinary.
He pushed the button and announced, “It’s me. Andrew.”
She buzzed him in, and he jogged up the flight of steps to the second floor. Kati had opened the door and left it ajar for him. A redhead peeking out from the apartment across the hall drew in her head and quietly closed her door. Andrew shrugged. Nosy neighbour.
“In the kitchen,” Kati called.
Andrew followed the delicious aroma and found her bending over the oven, peeking inside. Her black skirt hugged her cute derriere, and the garment was short enough to show a lot of leg in sheer, black stockings. Intriguing seams travelled straight up the back like arrows pointing to her hot, little pussy. He didn’t think pantyhose were made like that. So what was holding them up?
He had a hard-on already, and dinner wasn’t even finished cooking, let alone over. “I brought…”
She rose and turned. A lump in his throat, as big as a frog, choked off his words. Her bodice was so low cut, he could almost see her nipples. Her breasts rounded over the top of a bustier like cupcakes rising over the edge of baking tins. Her cheeks were flushed, and she’d drawn her blonde hair atop her head with curls spilling about like a waterfall. Kati’s lips were glossy and cherry red.
He didn’t remember ever noticing the colour of her mouth before. Only the shape, which was like a cupid’s bow.
“Good evening, Andrew.”
She’d never spoken in that tone. It was a kind of purr. My god, Andrew thought. Bob might be right. Kati might have ulterior motives. However, the way she looked, like some sort of devilish angel, he was halfway eager to know what they were. And looking at those ripe globes, he wagered he might succumb.
Unless a wedding was on her mind.
He didn’t plan to marry until he was ready to start a family. If he thought he was in love, he’d live with the woman for a year or two, first. A guy needed to know what he was getting into. The woman, too. Who knew what kind of behaviour the other person exhibited behind closed doors? He supposed he was the cautious type, but he knew guys who’d gotten burned by marrying too quickly.
“Hello?” Kati waved a hand before his eyes.
Her fingernail polish matched her lips. He’d admired her hands before. Long, slender fingers with oval nails that he remembered as pink. Andrew wordlessly held out the flowers and proffered the wine.
“How lovely. Thank you.” Kati came close.
She smelled delicious. He thought she was going to kiss him, but she didn’t. Should he kiss her? Did he dare? He might ravish her body if he did. He’d love to dip his hands in her bodice and lift out those beautiful breasts and suck them until she quivered. Check under her skirt and see what was holding those sexy stockings up.
She took a step back. “Is something wrong?” She wrinkled her brow. “You aren’t acting like yourself.” She took the gifts from him.
“I-I’m fine.” Her demeanour was unusual, as well. And it made him nervous. He couldn’t decide what was making him uneasy. “I just… God, Kati, you look beautiful. And the food smells delicious.” He blurted out the words.
“Thank you.” She laughed, and her chest rose and fell.
He watched, hoping those magnificent breasts would spill out. His fingers itched to touch them. He’d like to stroke her nipples into hard peaks and taste them with his mouth.
I have to gain control of myself. My cock is so hard, she’s sure to have noticed. Plus, I’m as tongue-tied as a bashful teen. “I…just… Do you have a vase? I could do the flowers.” He’d rather do her. Riding her fast and hard until she screamed her orgasm. Andrew had loved it the first time he’d heard her scream. And that had been the night they’d met. He’d felt on top of the world knowing he’d given her that much pleasure.
“Wonderful.” She got a container out of the cabinet. A paper fastened to the inside of the door fluttered. She whirled around, shutting the door at the same time. “It’s nothing,” she said.
“I didn’t ask.” But now he was curious.
“Oh.” She looked towards the stove. “I hope you like roast pork.”
