Katies Special Day

Katie took her time getting dressed – she had to be dressed well for the day, for the day she and her family had been waiting for, for over 6 months. It was a special day for her family and friends. There had been a lot of decisions to make, and everyone had suggestions, but in the end, so she didn’t favour anyone, she decided she would arrive on her own. Hence she was waiting for the time to leave – everyone else had gone on to the venue.

Katie had bought her outfit some time before, not sure whether it would be a hot day. Luckily for someone like her, now aged 24, poised and slim, short black hair, medium height, there was plenty to choose from. It was a hot day – it was hotter than anyone had expected, but the outfit had to be worn – the long sleeve dress. Luckily it was a light beige colour, suitable for the hot weather.

She had wondered whether it would be cold, and decided if it was, she would wear a shawl with it. She wouldn’t need a shawl! She would need little else, and decided that she would only wear a lacy thin bra, and risk not wearing any panties – she would carry some in her handbag in case, but it was so hot she decided to leave them off. Her mind had pored back and forth, but in the end she thought that if she wore them, they got sweaty, it would show under her dress, make her dress cling to them, and that wasn’t good.

At the same time she knew there was little worse when dressing well, than have people make out the lines of your panties through whatever you were wearing. The dress was calf length, was certainly not “see through” in any way, and to leave them off would be cooler, risk-free and smarter. She wanted to look her best for her family.

Katie was lucky her hair was quite short and dark – it didn’t need lots of care apart from some careful brushing. At last she slipped her shoes on, walked downstairs, knowing she probably had half an hour before her lift arrived. It was rare she was ready, ever, this far ahead, but there had been a lot of planning, and she didn’t want to be late.

Katie went down the stairs, opened the fridge, took out a fruit juice – it was so hot. Drinking it would at least give her something to do for five minutes of the half hour before she had to leave.

Katie wandered into the sitting room, looked out of the window, saw a car pull up outside – a smart taxi, and guessed it was her car, the driver making sure he arrived on time. She watched as the driver parked outside, turned off the engine and relaxed back into the driver’s seat. He would sit there for the best part of the half hour, probably listening to music or the radio, before knocking on the door at the agreed time, she thought.

She thought again – it was a hot day, too hot a day – perhaps she should go out and ask him in and offer him a drink as they waited. When she asked the driver, clearly sweating in his suit and cap, he seemed delighted and accepted the offer without hesitation.

He was young, but very polite. “Thank you ma’am, I would be delighted…”

Katie was happy to chat – these periods of waiting were always a nuisance, always seemed like an eternity. “What would you like to drink. I’ve got orange juice, coke. Know you can’t drink anything stronger – working and driving and all that.”

“Coke is fine,” the young man answered as he removed his jacket and hat. “Hope you don’t mind me taking off my coat for the moment – it’s so hot.”

“No problem.” Katie leant over to reach a can of coke from the bottom of the refrigerator. Suddenly she was aware that the young man had involuntarily stopped removing his jacket. She guessed – he was looking at her, bending over. Katie knew she should ignore it, but liked being looked at, particularly by a good looking young man like this.

After taking a few moments more than she should, reaching the coke, she handed it to the young man, and gestured to an arm chair. “Have a seat for a moment.”

The young man sat down. Katie turned to a mirror and brushed her hair again – she had probably done it three or four times already, but it was a way of coping with the nervousness. In the mirror she could see the young man watching her, watching with an intensity that suggested more than just social interest. Again Katie was flattered, although she knew she shouldn’t be.

For a few minutes they chatted, although she never asked his name. She found out he was a student, driving Taxi’s on the weekends for his Father’s company. He was studying sociology. He played soccer. He was clearly polite, but also enjoyed looking at a beautiful lady, the beautiful lady that was Katie. Katie found her “instincts” nudged. As they chatted, she felt herself almost “posing” for the young man. She was flattered. Her mind even hinted to her: “In a different situation you might be tempted…”

The instincts for Katie were just too much. Somehow her instincts were taking her over more and more. She knew she was “flaunting” herself more than she should. She flicked her hair in a “demure” way. She squirmed on her legs as she stood before him.

She had to change the atmosphere, this wasn’t right. She went to the Refrigerator again, bent over, but her “instincts” were again moving her body even though her mind was saying no. She faintly “wiggled” her ass, picked up another can of coke to give to the young man. She leant over to give it to him, letting him have a glimpse down the front of her dress, to see her bra. She knew this was silly – he’d be driving her there in a minute or two, there were much more important things to worry about. She was also aware it was having an influence on the young man, who moved gently to hide his growing embarrassment.

It went wrong when Katie went to brush her hair once again.. Even afterwards she didn’t know how it happened. She turned back to her chair, somehow caught the hem of her dress on the arm of the chair, so when she sat down the dress was almost pulled up to her waist.

For a moment Katie wasn’t aware of it. She was very aware that the young man was staring hard at her. She squirmed under his gaze, the dress riding up even further.

The young man was transfixed, but too polite to do anything, too embarrassed to say anything. At last he stuttered. “Ma’am, I’m not sure this is a good time,” he pointed at her dress.

Katie looked down, suddenly saw her dress caught up. Suddenly realised that not wearing her panties was leaving her very exposed indeed. There was almost nothing he couldn’t have seen of her from the waist downwards.

Katie’s instincts took her over for the moment. She could have hidden herself immediately. But somehow she didn’t. She left too much of a pause. A pause which put over a message, an invitation. By the time her mind forced her to her feet to hide herself it was too late…

The young man had grasped the moment. He had stood to his feet, he had crossed to where Katie stood, he had pulled her to her knees, so her head was on the seat of the chair. And she wasn’t fighting him off – she knelt there wanting it.

He lifted her dress above her waist, stood admiring her beautifully rounded ass, smiled as he saw the moisture shining on the lips of her pussy. As he admired her he undid his trousers, pushed them to the ground, pushed his boxers down as well and knelt behind her. He knew he just had enough time.

Katie shivered as she felt his cock brush the lips of her pussy. She had never been as brazen, as sluttish as this before. She gasped as he suddenly thrust his entire cock inside of her sopping wet pussy – it felt so good, she felt she wanted it like never before. Her mind screamed that this was wrong, ridiculous. Her mind had lost the battle with her instincts long before.

The young man let his cock rest still inside her as he reach around her to find her clit. Katie gasped as he gently pinched it, and as he rubbed it gently between his thumb and finger she breathed deeply, gasped, and in seconds was squeezing his cock with the muscles of her pussy, gently pushing back to receive him more.

Katie gasped again as the young man pulled almost out, then slammed his cock back into her. Katie found her body thrusting back to meet his thrust deep into her.

Again, the young man was still for a moment, but Katie couldn’t bear it – the effect of his finger and thumb on her clit, the effect of his cock deep inside her. “Fuck me, please fuck me. Fuck me hard!” she begged, all modesty now overtaken by her lust.

The young man didn’t need any further invitation. He thrust out and into her, slowly at first, but with increasing speed, all the time teasing Katie’s clit. Hard and harder he fucked her, almost as hard as she wanted. Her body was thrusting back to meet him, her whole being moaning in arousal.

Faster and faster the cock pistoned in and out of her pussy. She couldn’t take much more, it was so good.

Suddenly Katie screamed in orgasm, the same moment she felt the young man grasp her tightly, thrust deep inside of her, begin to pump his cum into her. Together both their bodies shook, both cried out as their orgasms wracked through their bodies.

At last they both came down from their high. Katie looked around, glanced at the clock. “Look at the time. We’ll be late…”

The next few minutes was a rush. Katie straightened herself up. The young man dressed himself. They agreed that as long as she did her hair, people would assume the red blush was just the heat and her nerves. There was nothing else they could do.

2 minutes later they were in the car. Ten minutes later they arrived. The relationship was somehow back to how it should be. The young man opened the door for Katie, she was met by friends, family all excited.

Minutes later she had entered the building. She looked around to see maybe 50 people there. At the front she saw her childhood sweetheart Tom. The music started.

As Katie began to walk to the front to marry her childhood sweetheart, she suddenly felt the cum of a complete stranger begin to seep out of her pussy and trickle down the inside of her legs. The lack of panties didn’t help. Somehow she didn’t feel guilty. One thought crossed her mind. Maybe Tom would enjoy all the more being married to a slut like her…