CATHY.TXT I hope the board doesn't edit this message which is directed to the lady who's been turning me on through the E-mail. Hope this turns you on and makes you hot like no other. Enjoy babe........... ............and a few years ago I was employed as a technical sales manager (not bad eh? bit of an ego trip) company in Toronto with its head office here in Chicago. As part of my job I used to make quite a few telephone calls to the local area sales rep to keep abreast of new developments and alike. This meant that I became quite familiar with the switchboard operator and started to spend a few minutes during each call just chatting with her. I wasn't long before she and I became good friends. One day when we were engaged in one of our brief chats, by the way her name was Cathy, I in jest suggested that we should go out for dinner one night. Some background information is in order here. I was mar- ried at the time and that marriage was on the proverbial rocks, hence the reason why I made the suggestion first of all and why it was in jest. I also saw her a few times during my business visits. An English lass of 5'2, long wavy brown hair, soft round brown eyes with a figure resembling an hour glass. She accepted. Now, for those of us who have had an affair of the heart for the first (and in some cases the last) time while married, stating that I suffered a mild cardiac arrest is understood to be an understatement. It only took a few seconds, at the time it seemed like hours, to say, "Great! I'll pick you up at work at five and we'll have a `get to know you' dinner at Pier 4". "Sounds terrific, Fred. See you then." (So she said with a glee in her voice) I put down the receiver in an emotional state to turmoil. I was a married man. How could I do this to my wife? I made that promise on the alter. You know the one, "... till death do you part..."? Hell, I'm not going to have an affair with the woman. This is a platonic dinner date. Two people who find each other's company entertaining. We're talking friends here. We're talking about the 21st century where men and women are equals - where it is fashionable to carry on a platonic relation with members of the opposite sex without having to be compelled to make an advance. Shit! I wanted to tackle her. Lets face facts here, Romeo. Nothing is going to happen. You going to have a great time, drive her home, and tell your wife you had a boring business dinner with a client. Why can't I tell her that I had dinner with a friend. What kind of friend? A platonic female friend. A platonic female friend my ass! A boring business dinner with a client. My hands are sweaty. My chest is tight, tighter with each breath. I can't think about the work at hand. Yep, this is definitely a situation. It wasn't too long before I found myself behind the steering wheel of my car making my way through the afternoon rush hour like a love sick salmon swimming his heart out against whitewater. On the way over I checked my breath by blowing into my hand set flat up against my nose while signaling for a lane change. Why do people do that? You can't smell a thing. You have to be dead and decaying for several weeks before you'll smell anything. I took a mint just in case. My fin- gernails seemed dirty. Ok, what do I use? Using my other fingernails seems to defeat the purpose. They put everything in these cars except nail clips. A business card, that's the thing. If I fold it in half it should do it. How should I behave? Acting as if this were a real date may not be in good taste. What if Cathy assumes this to be just a night out with a friend.. It would hurt her feelings if I came on to her. Believe it or not, I really wouldn't want to hurt her feels. All else put aside, I very much like her as a friend. Shit! That was a red light I went through!! Ok, I'll act cool. The man of the world. I'm going to act as if I've taken a number of women out on a friendly dinner date and this was no different. I park the car outside the office. I'm going to make George Burns look like Woody Allen. I step out of the car sharply. I'm going to make Fred Astaire look like Bob Hope. I trip over the curb. Ok, so much for acting cool. I walk into the office and there's Cathy sitting at her desk in a beautiful blue floral printed gown with blue high heel shoes (I'm a sucker for high heel shoes) and no stockings. hheellp! As it turned out, she left work early to change and came back to the office. This is more or less the same as putting up a bill board advertising a Jamaica vacation in Mount Hope Cemetery. Someone's bound to notice. "Where are you taking Cathy?", says the office staff, "Out for a friendly platonic dinner date.", says the love sick salmon. We're in the car, we're on the Gardiner heading downtown. I can't keep my eyes off her legs. The gown has a slip up the left side and most of her soft, cool, delicious left leg is exposed. And her perfume!! A musk but I can't make it out. It seems to have soft silky hands cupping my head wanting to draw it towards her. I don't know about you, but the sight of bare feet in high heels, where the veins pop out a bit and the sole of the feet are slightly perspired - deadly. Ok, I'm cool. My heart beat is up. My chest is tight again. and what's worse, my best friend is getting hard and we're just about there. A bulge in ones pants in a public place is a no no in any language. Quick, think of something nasty. Think of something that's a sure turn-off. Think of my witch, err wife catching me. Think of the hell I have to pay. "Whats that Cathy? Well, no. To tell the truth, I didn't have time to tell my wife I wouldn't be home after work. But it's OK, she's used to my last minute business dinners....or dinner with friends." Liar. We got to the pier in fine order and made our way into the restaurant were we were quickly lead to our table. As we were going up the stairs, I was behind Cathy and I couldn't keep my eyes off her beautiful buns. She had a way with her hip as she climb the stairs that would sway her buns in the most erotic fashion. My best friend was waking up and we didn't get to the table none too soon. The Pier 4, at that time, was the greatest place as far as atmosphere is concerned. And this late summer evening with the table next to a window overlooking the harbor as the last of the sailboats make it into their sheltered moorings was no exception. It was perfect and so was the meal, the conversation and the lady sitting in front of me. By the end of the meal, I knew all there was about her and she knew all there was about me. We had become good friends. With the added bonus that we had the hots for each other. We had finished our after meal liquors and coffee and decided to go for a stroll along the harbor front. It had become a beautiful warm evening and the stars and moon came out. I was walking along side of her with my arm around her soft waist when we stopped for a moment, looked over the harbor, looked at each other's eyes, moved towards each other, embraced and kissed which in the immortal words of Johnny Carson when interviewing Arnold Palmer's wife said, "...that must have put his putter on end!" And it certainly did. That broke the ice. I was hot for her and she was hot for me. The question was where. So I said, "I'd like to go home with you tonight". And she said, "I don't know". I don't know!!! We're about as hot for each other like Cleo and Anthony and she says, "I don't know". She wants to play cat and mouse. She wants to play hard to get. I wasn't having any of this. I took her into my arms and planted a kiss that would have made Johnny Appleseed proud. She said, "Take me back to my car and follow me home." And that I did. Never in my life will I understand time. You're late for work and it seems that the watch has the case of montazuma's revenge. You want to get into that woman whose leading the way to the garden of lust and the watch now seems to have constipation. We reach the house she shares with two other people. Never mind the description of the house, I'm horny enough as it is and didn't pay any notice. We got to her room and again planted another Johnny Appleseed kiss. Ok, my heart beats up to 140, my fingers tingle and my legs are shaking with a shiver that runs up my back every few seconds. I AM HOT ! And the way she's ripping off her clothes, she is too. I can smell her sex now and it makes me dizzy. Our kisses never stop as we climb into bed and start to fondle. My hands are roaming up and down her soft silky skin as my lips break away from our kiss and makes its way to one of those beautiful quivering tits beneath me. As I lick and tease her tit, her hands slowly winds its way down my body and grabs hold of my cock. It is hard as a rock as she rubs it and my balls. I can smell her skin as I suck her nipple. It isn't the musk perfume anymore but her natural scent that's making my head dizzy. This is the moment when all time seems to stand still, when your senses are most alive and when you are most content along with a terrific urge to impregnate the woman with humanity's seed that is as old as time itself. This is the moment when no one exists except the woman you are making passionate love with and your self. Finally, there is this tremendous need to satisfy her and you'll do anything you can to achieve that end. This is definitely a moment when you don't want Mudshark to bud in with one of his enlightening lectures. I moved up to her sensuous face, kissed her once again and told her that I was going to eat her. And as I slid down her luscious body a moan escaped her throat in anticipation. I first reached her pubic hairs that were heavenly scented with her sex. I pull on them gently with my lips before I continued my journey further down. When I reached her lips, I gently kissed them and then parted them with my fingers to expose her sex. By now she was gushing with moisture as I lovingly applied my tongue to her inner lips and licked their length over and over. I was between Cathy's legs with my hands holding her hips as she placed her legs over my shoulders with her feet locked behind my back. With every second or third stroke of my tongue, Cathy would arc her back to one side or the other and give out a low moan which grew in intensity. Her arms, which were at first were above her head holding on to the headboard, later moved down to her nipples which she pinched between her forefingers and thumbs. My mind was dizzy and the inside of my ears were pounding as I continue to pay attention to her needs. My fingers again assisted by pulling the flash away from her bud and move my tongue to pay homage to it. Ever so lightly the tip of my tongue would touch her engorged bud and then slowly circle it. Coming to rest with the flat of my tongue over her sex and then gently suck her bud into my mouth where it would be gently lashed with my tongue once again. Cathy exploded with an orgasm which, quite frankly, frightened me a bit but also filled me with satisfaction that I had pleased her. And pleased her I did because soon after she pulled me up beside her, rolled me on to my back and went down on me as no woman has ever gone down on me before. She took my balls into her palms and gentle rolled them as her mouth slid up and down my shaft at a terrific rate only to stop for a short period to apply suction. She stopped all at once and got on all fours begging me to first fuck her cunt and then her ass. I was passed the state of consciousness and lustfully attacked her cunt with my cock. It was position over her entrance and slowly pushed in. Another series of low animal groans left Cathy's throat as my member was continuously pushed in and pulled out, alternating angles of attack and speed of penetration. The sight of her ass quivering as my cock rammed into her body acceler- ated me to a higher plateau of lust. I inserted my thumb into her anus to prepare it for the girth of my cock. My cock was withdrawn and the head placed on her opening after which I started to apply pressure while gently rubbing her bud. There was resistance at first but slowly it started to enter the forbidden internals of her body. Cathy, at first indicated pain in her moans but as soon as her anus opened up and relaxed to allow my cock to enter the rest of the way freely, her moans once again changed to that of animal lust. Her anus kept a steady pressure on my cock with each thrust I made. Again Cathy erupted into a multiple series of orgasms which was shortly followed with my final thrust and explosion, thereafter followed with mutual collapse and exhaustion. A few hours later I made it back to my car, turned around and looked at the bedroom window that just a little while ago was witness to our sins. Hell, if it weren't for us sinners, where would religion be? Well, I hope you liked this story my lady and friends. It is true, it did happen. In a way I still miss that girl. She was special but we didn't hit it off. Don't worry about my present wife. She and I have a system.