5'7", an ass that bulged in the pair of jeans she was wearing and a pair of gorgeous 36D tits that strained under the grey t-shirt, the girl was apparently travelling in Europe after splitting from her long term boyfriend.
Bob wasn't sure she was really over him, wondered if she wanted to get back with him, but right now she was in Europe looking to get fucked, the only question was whether he was the lucky guy or whether he was the guy to free her emotions up to make the fuck healthy not vengeful.
He kind of worried that if it were vengeful, Kate could get nasty. He'd had vengeful nasty in his life already from a woman: it had truly fucked him up and he didn't want any more of it. So he was going to play this one cool until he'd worked out what the score was.
When they got to the top of the stairs, with a landing space plenty big enough for a hot fuck if the floor wasn't so creaky that the neighbours downstairs, (who were devout catholic churchgoers) would hear, she said, 'I wanna fuck on the stairs!!'
He looked at her, looked at her tits, felt a big erection, but thought, 'Make her work for it!'
He unlocked the door, invited her in and showed her round his place for this three month overseas assignment. They went into the kitchen to make a coffee and he was given the treat of her bending over the small kitchen table, displaying her ass full on. He wanted to walk up and squeeze it, run his hands up to her tits and cup them, god he wanted to, but first he needed to get into this woman's head. He knew now that her sexuality was rampant, now he needed to work it in his favour or dodge a Trident nuclear missile.
When they were back in his bedroom, he opened the side window and climbed out onto the roof, where it was possible to sit 100ft above the road. He thought about her coming out there with him and cupping her breasts out there, but god if he she cut up dirty he might literally get pushed off the roof. As it was, despite his encouragement, she didn't come out, so his hard-on subsided temporarily inside his pants and he went back inside to be with her.
The brunette kept showing an interest in him, so the next weekend they went together by train for an outing. They hired bikes, cycled around a country park and he discovered that statues with what he considered rather large dicks were, in her eyes, not quite big enough. Was she teasing or for real? No point getting his 6.5 inch boner out for her if 8.5 inches was her minimum acceptable sausage size.
At one point they stopped, locked up the bikes and walked fifty yards off the path and over the other side of a little ridge, dropping down the other side out of visibility of the other tourists. They lay side by side in the warm September sunshine, breathing in the air but still not making out.
Today she was wearing a tight t-shirt and shorts, which made her ass even more horny. He wished he had the balls to pull her shorts down, grab her hair, push her down on his cock and make her suck him before ramming his cock into her hot pussy. But in the intervening week he'd realised she was the classic 'naughty little catholic girl' who needed huge amounts of carnal sex but still needed to go to church every Sunday. The expression 'Bad Kate' came out of her after each time she talked about her sexual fantasies.
When they walked back to the bikes, not having fucked, she suddenly said she wanted to go to Mass and could Bob find her a church in town to go to. Bob found her her holy cathedral to seek absolution in a tight t-shirt and horny shorts (quite what the priests would make of that, he had no idea) and spent the hour she was in Mass fantasising about stripping her naked, sucking her pussy until she spurted and then having her ride his cock until he shot his load.
They handed the bikes back over at the railway station and, in a packed train full of all the locals who enjoyed the cheap Sunday fares, she whispered in his ear, 'I wanna fuck on a train!'
Bob knew a trip to the south by train was the next weekend trip.......
That night, he fantasised that he'd said to her, 'I'll fuck you anytime, any place, anywhere, you horny little slut!', jerking his cock off as he imagined her whispering back 'your place as soon as we get off the train!' and him ripping her t-shirt off, pulling her panties down and sticking two fingers into her dripping cunt as she bent over the table in the middle of his room.
He fantasised that she turned around, sucked him hard and then he rammed himself into her pussy making her cum with only four thrusts.
