Sadly, I was on nights for the next few days, but every time I thought of her, my pussy flooded, and my nipples hardened, especially our first kiss, though we texted about our days and trying to arrange our first “date.”
In some downtime, I checked their LinkedIn on their business cards, and Kate especially was impressive with her progression in the male-dominated field. I nosed around Instagram and saw that she was often either in LA or out at The Pad, and last week she’d been to the coast with one guy. He was older than her and, in some pictures, his arm was rather close to her ample for my liking, not that she seemed to mind, and I scanned further, seeing more of them previously and his arm sometimes there.
I linked over to Older Guy’s page, and he travelled a lot too – mostly boatbuilders – and there were pics of him with ladies of varying age and build, though I thought Kate was the hottest of them. In some, his arm was rather close again, so I surmised that maybe he was a Fun Friend to Sexy.
There were some with a younger guy, but his arm never got terribly high, and a lot with her flatmates. These made me exhausted, as there were triathlon, beach and long-distance run pics, including a sequence near The Observatory which started before dawn and finished at lunchtime over various terrains, and a grab from their FitApp showed 50k ran! No wonder she ran me so hard, I realised, making met wet for the next time.
Our schedules finally aligned, and we agreed that our first date would be at The Hilz Inn. I got there first, and she walked up in a RocketFactory T-shirt and jeans that discreetly showed her hot body, and I suddenly felt horny again, but tonight, I wanted to get to know her, not her sexiness. We hugged, wondering whether to kiss or not, and decided not to, then laughed about our indecision as we walked holding hands to the table.
“Anything take your fancy?” I asked as we perused.
“Greystone, mmm,” she purred but rubbed her ring again, and I wondered why and arched my eyebrows. “Tom brings it home from work trips, and we used to have it as a treat at uni.”
“We?”
“Sam and I,” answering part of my question, but I arched again. “We’ve never done Deer. Bunnies and the odd wallaby. Possums get boring, but it’s an interesting way to have fun and make some money. Bang! Clonk, Bang! Clonk, Bang! Clonk.” Her arm raised mimicking a rifle, and the sound of the buggers hitting the ground as they cleared a tree out and she laughed, and I glared at her. “We’re country girls. You’re not vegetarian?”
“I eat all meat apart from one type.” I lasciviously licked my lips.
“I know,” she giggled as the waiter arrived, and I decided to follow her lead on the food and ordered cider as well.
I decided to bite the bullet: “Are you two sisters?”
She laughed but fingered the ring again. “No: we grew up together. Only a few weeks' difference. Area, High and VU for Bachelors together,” she smiled but did the ring, and I wondered what it meant. “She came up here for Masters, I went to Monash and ended up doing a Doctorate. Not sad to be rid of Offshore though,” she shuddered. I cast my mind back to her Ista and remembered a picture of her and a pair of orange-suited female crews next to a small and a huge chopper.
“The Catch?”
“Yes. Great girls. We didn’t succeed, but I rode a different chopper when I got home,” she leered.
“You have a few guy friends,” I laughed. “One seems a bit inappropriate with his arm?”
“That day he was very appropriate a number of times,” she giggled. She leaned in. “He’s like me: works away a lot. A few weekends ago, he worked me a lot,” and her hand under the table and slid sensually down my leg. I was surprised that I was getting so wet and my nipples hard thinking of a guy fucking her. She explained how she’d acquired them, which I thought was very methodical for Pete and Kev, and how nice it was of Sam to suggest that she might need some fun.
“Sounds like you two had fun in bed?” I whispered.
She pursed her lips, then raised three fingers on her left hand. Not bad, I thought. Then the right fingers went up, down, and one returned up. I was stumped, then my mouth opened: three in bed, six elsewhere – she can certainly screw.
“We haven’t yet,” she whispered, and I blew her a kiss.
“I know: shift work means it’s hard to find a girl that doesn’t mind you sleeping when she’s awake,” I replied sadly, and she reached over and gently rubbed my hand, retracting it as the food and drinks arrived.
“You three?” I finally broached.
She leaned in and fed me some of the succulent venison. “I’d got home from The Catch, and Pete (another friend) came round, and I knew they would be out. I decided to take charge for once. “Hmm”, I thought, really getting wet! “I knew they’d be out, so I decided to have a ride. But they caught us at it and decided to have their own fun in the kitchen,” she whispered.
“Then he had to leave urgently for work, and I accidentally grazed Tom in the kitchen,” she whispered, and I wondered how that happened. “I’d not even been naked in front of Sam before, but we were still hot from the first rounds and one thing led to another. But we don’t do it much: something will happen, and we’ll have a hit, then we’re back to being friends.” I nodded, as disbelief hit me, then washed away as fast after last night.
She asked about me, then I turned to the ring. “You’re not a trio; what’s with the ring?” and she brought her finger over. I saw the three entwined threads, but I was still stumped.
“How many threads?” she asked, and I looked again.
“Three.” She shook her head, and I looked again, seeing a fine gold one wrapping around. “Four.” I paused, thinking. “Gold is familiar?” thinking of the house’s weird but effective orange pergola that she’d lingered on.
“Did you see us dancing much?” she changed the subject, piquing my unanswered curiosity about that one, and I tipped my head from side to side: sort of – I’d seen her dancing with Sam, but that was it.
“Did you see Tom cheek-to-cheeking with a guy?” she asked. I nodded and wondered if he fence-hopped too. “That’s Sam’s ex; he’s an idiot at times, but Tom’s in on the idiot’s jokes!” she laughed. Wow, he’s dancing with her ex. I was impressed, as girls wouldn’t go near an ex’s new.
“You’ve known Tom a while?”
“We knew him from running when both were with their thens.” But she made a sour face, and I wondered whether she disliked Tom’s now-ex but was too polite to diss. “Now, we’ll dance with him at arms apart, and I know his new: she was the ’92 Pilot,” she smiled but rubbed the ring again. “We moved into his house about a year ago.”
“He’s got a great house. Doesn’t seem like a single guy’s?”
“He finished building it about two years before Sam met him. We’ve been to his first house that they built together,” she said sadly and ringed again. They = ex. But likely not the ex that she sours at? Maybe they knew ex #2? Weirder!
Our plates and glasses were empty, and sadly, I had an early start. “Dessert?” she asked, and sugar was the last thing on my mind, but sweet definitely was, and I rubbed my finger hard up her leg.
I got up and led her into the toilets, closing the door behind. “I’ve been so wet this week thinking about you.” I pushed my hand down her jeans and found she was as I took her hand and rammed it into my pussy and Frenched her. “Hearing you talk about the guys just makes me wetter,” I moaned into our French and rammed my hand deep in her as she reciprocated.
We French kissed and fingered harder, and I felt her tighten on me as I squeezed her, moaning and panting longer and harder. She moaned hard, clamping my fingers, and I felt her cum over them as I clamped and came over her. We made out, and then sadly it was time for me to head home for an early shift, and we kissed goodnight.
