My bee stings had definitely been put on the back burner. Lying on Kat’s couch, all I could think about was the erotic display I just witnessed. Underneath the sheet covering me, I had swiftly regrown my own stinger. My hardness begged to be squeezed, and I did that as I replayed Kat’s performance in my mind.

I already knew that Kat is intelligent, gorgeous, and kind, but now I also saw her as being highly sensual. Kat had just given my soul an invigorating tonic without knowing it. My mind, and obviously my body, are still being uplifted. The devil within me pondered whether she had done it intentionally and wished for me to spend the night sharing her bed. Naw, that was only wishful thinking on my part; slowly I relaxed and drifted off to sleep with the replaying of Kat's erotic exhibition occupying my dreams.

I awoke around 6 am to the smell of bacon, toast, and coffee. Still shirtless, I walked into her kitchen.

I heard, "Good morning, Jeff. How are you feeling today? Did you sleep well?"

Kat looked like she was appraising my unclothed and very white upper torso, which doesn’t sport much hair. She was making me feel a little insecure. My muscles are well-toned, and my abs are flat, so I certainly have nothing to be ashamed of. Instead, I should be feeling confident and showing it.

"Top of the morning to you, Kat. I slept very well despite sleeping on a couch. I’m feeling much better too."

She seemed delighted that I had slept well. Nothing led me to believe that she knew anything about my peeping at her last night. She was about as cheerful as I had ever seen her, and her eyes sparkled.

“Jeff, are you hungry? Breakfast is nearly ready.”

“I am hungry. I love bacon, and your kitchen smells wonderful.”

Only six feet away stood my caring nurse and secret exhibitionist all in one. Wearing a short pink robe, Kat looked much more like an exhibitionist than a nurse this morning. Most of her legs were visible to my wandering eyes. While she was turned around and tending to the breakfast cooking on the stove, I ogled her sexy legs.

When she faced me, I wasn’t disappointed either, as clearly visible was lots of cleavage, and the lovely top swells of her tan breasts. I could fill in the bare facts she still had covered from the images of her forever etched into my brain. The bacon and eggs were good, but the view was terrific. The day could hardly get any better than how it was starting out.

Kat said, “You need to take it easy for a few days, so walking is out. But don’t forget to message me. I want to hear how you’re doing.”

"I promise to touch base with you, Kat."

Kat caught me eyeing her breasts several times as we ate. If anything, my ogling seemed to put her in a buoyant mood, so I continued ogling her even more blatantly than before; she noticed without seeming to care. Her sexy skin was forcing me to look.

Finally, Kat said, “It looks like you’re feeling darn good to me.”

“Hmm, well, yeah, feeling like SILK AND SMOOTH, wink-wink, if you know what I mean?”

Kat had caught me, so I decided to be honest and bold. All she did was smile and playfully slap my leg under the table. Then she let me off the hook without any comment.

Kat released me from her custody after one more of her patented Calamine applications and checkups. I was hoping for more attention from her hand when the lotion was applied to my butt, but disappointingly she didn’t linger there. Once she finished, I found my tee shirt and carefully put it on over my wounds. Kat handed me the rest of the bottle and instructed me to apply it liberally.

At her door we kissed goodbye, and I felt Kat’s tongue inadvertently touch mine; it must have been by accident, but I hoped it wasn't. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her robe was thin. I could feel her warm, soft tits smashed against my tee shirt-covered chest. Her warmth radiated through my clothes but also into my psyche. Soon, the excitement of our lingering kiss awoke my cock. I was unable to control myself, and I assumed she had to feel the hardness pressed against her tummy.

Nothing was said about my boner, and I took solace from remembering what I had seen her do last night. Kat was no prude and likely more understanding of my predicament than not. Whatever my concerns, I knew that I didn’t want our kiss to end.

Though I still held her, Kat’s face retreated about six inches. There was a definite expression of awareness on her sexy face. Her pretty eyes were big, and her skin was slightly flushed. She hesitated and appeared uncertain of what to say or do next. I sensed that she badly wanted to continue kissing me, but at the same time the other part of her was resisting her desire. I believed that our sultry connection was testing her willpower to the max.

When I leaned in for a deliberate French kiss and our lips touched, Kat dithered for a few seconds and let our lips mingle. Then, as my tongue probed forward, she put her hand on my chest and backed away. Even so, her face looked even more flushed and conveyed indecision.

Kat’s voice faltered, but she managed to whisper out three words.

"You better go."

"You're right, thanks again, Kat. I'll be in touch."

"Bye, Jeff."

We waved back and forth. What an irresistible sexy babe she is.

Wow, emotions were running high. I couldn’t help but feel deep down in my bones that something momentous was about to happen. Emotions reflect one’s state of mind and inner feelings. I got the impression that Kat could barely maintain her composure; I could see it in her face and hear it in her shaky voice, and that had to be a good sign for me.

I messaged her on Friday morning to touch base and let her know how I was doing; which was itchy, but otherwise pretty well.

On Saturday afternoon, Kat called me.

“Jeff, how are you feeling today? I’ve been thinking about you.”

That was sweet, and I was happy to hear her voice.

"I am feeling very well overall, although I am a little itchy; I must have received excellent care from a talented nursing professional."

I was hearing background noises over the phone.

Kat replied, “You know what? You can make the worst day seem brighter. It’s great to hear that you’re feeling better.”

“Thanks, Kat, I hope that your day isn’t going badly, is it? It sounds like you’re in a car.”

“Not badly anymore. Yes, I am driving to Chicago to visit my sister. I need to work out a problem with her. I’ll tell you about it later, but I wonder if you could do me a favor.”

“You bet. What do you need?”

“Would you go over and feed Angel in the morning on Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday? I am not going to be home until late Tuesday afternoon.”

“Sure.”

“Just give Angel a whole can, fresh water, and some dried food; she’ll be fine. Her food is in the cupboard under the sink. I have a key hidden under the gas grill on the back patio. If you happen to see Dirk, stay away. He might show up to see if I am home, since I didn’t tell him that I am going to visit my sister, and I am not taking his calls right now.”

“Well, I don’t want to see Dirk either. Is everything ok?”

It sounded like promising news to me, but I didn’t want to sound happy about any problems she was having with Dirk.

“Yeah, everything is fine. What do you say we walk on Wednesday at 10, and I’ll talk to you then? I’ve got to let you go; our connection is breaking up. Bye, Jeff.”

“Ok, sounds good, see you then, bye.”

Early Sunday morning I walked over to Kat’s house to feed Angel. I found a shiny new key and entered through her back door. Angel, the all-white kitty, was happy to see me. She even rubbed her head against my leg as I dished up her food.

As I was dishing up Angel’s food, I noticed an invoice on the counter. I saw that it was from a locksmith company, and she had been billed for all new locks and several security cameras. The invoice had Friday’s date on it. I didn’t give it much thought and decided it must be something she wanted done before going out of town. I visited and played with Angel for a little while before walking back home.

Monday was much the same except I didn’t need to find the key, because I had it with me. Taped to the front door, I found a note from Dirk.

“Kat, we need to talk; call me.”

I just left the note on the door and went in to feed my new good friend Angel. Kat and Dirk must have gotten into another tiff; too bad.

On Tuesday there was a second note taped to Kat’s front door in a sealed envelope. Kat was written on the envelope, and it looked similar to Dirk's scribble. I didn’t dare open it, but the noisy part of me wanted to. Since Kat had changed all the locks, my wishful thinking began to hope more was going on that I didn’t know about. Angel got lots of attention and playtime before I placed the key under the grill and left for home on foot.

Finally, Wednesday morning came, and I couldn’t wait to see Kat. This was the first chilly day of the early fall, so I wore long sweatpants and a warm jacket. I waited on our favorite park bench down by the creek for my heart’s desire.

Shortly after sitting down, I spotted Kat walking towards me at a fast pace. She had on black leggings and a heavy pink sweater for warmth.

Kat appeared to be in a cheerful mood and shouted, "Good morning, Jeff. How are you doing today?"

"Morning, Kat. I am all healed up and feeling fabulous. Looking at your lovely face brightens my day even more."

"Jeff, you're flirting with me."

"I know; I just can't help it."

Looking like a lady on a mission, Kat closed the space between us and grabbed my hand, pulling me off the bench into the nearby woods. Behind a thick bush, she tightly embraced me. Then she leaned in and gave me a big wet one right on the lips. I felt her tongue touch mine, and it didn't seem like an accident this time.

Briefly, we both pulled away from each other by roughly a foot. We stared at each other before coming together for a lusty French kiss. Our tongues tangled, and Kat's hands moved down and squeezed my buns right through the athletic sweatpants I wore.

The interaction between us presented an opportunity I couldn’t resist. My right hand moved from Kat’s back to her front and up to feel the side of her left tit. Even through several layers of clothes, I felt her wonderful softness there. When she didn’t stop me, I got even bolder and began fondling the front of her entire breast.

Kat was busy handling my buns and tongue wrestling with me until my fingers encircled and lightly compressed her nipple. In contrast to the softness around it, I found a nipple that was springy but very rigid. Clearly she had an aroused protuberance of alluring womanhood under her top to play with.

With a lip-smacking sound our lips parted, and Kat reached up to remove my adventurous hand from her chest.

"Slow down, tiger," she uttered.

I saw raw passion in her fiery, dilated eye pupils; my gosh, she wore a lustful gaze full of intensity.

My appearance was probably similar, and my sweatpants had also acquired a huge bulge from the experience. I was encouraged that she didn't seem unsettled at all by the touching and squeezing of her lovely breast. I had more than pushed the envelope and taken liberties beyond the pale.

"I am so sorry, Kat; I don't know what got into me."

It was difficult for me to breathe, let alone talk. It was obvious that my libido had run wild and temporarily defeated all of the moral principles of proper conduct I normally believed in. Yet her actions were equally as bold as mine, and that didn’t seem to cross my mind at the time.

Kat didn’t answer but put her left hand out for me to see. My mind was so clouded with desire and, by contrast, concern for what I had just done that I could hardly think straight. Suddenly, it hit me: where was her engagement ring?

My mind was still clouded with lust, and this sudden revelation made me totally speechless. I couldn’t think of anything intelligent to say.

"Hello, Earth to Jeff."

Then Kat appeared to notice the elevated straight formation in my bottoms and saw how lustful and discombobulated I appeared.

"Houston, we have a problem." She quickly added.

Kat seemed amused by my noticeable physical arousal that I couldn’t hide. When actually, my mental feeling of excitement was even more elevated.

“Kat, please tell me you’re conveying to me what I hope you are.”

“You got it, Jeff. Dirk and I are no longer together.”

I felt euphoric, and I’m sure my  beaming expression confirmed it. She was smiling too and continued glancing down at my covered protrusion.

My comment was pointed (no pun intended).

“That is terrific news."

Kat said, “I finally feel liberated from him.”

"That’s great, Kat. Can I ask you out on Saturday night?"

Kat answered, “Sounds like fun; I would really like that."

"It’s a date. How about something unusual, like dinner and a movie?”

“It is an unusual plan for us, and I am already looking forward to it.” Kat replied.

"How about a big kiss to seal the deal?" I was hoping for another smooch.

Kat peeped down at my crotch once more and then back up to gaze purposefully into my eyes.

She stated, "If we start kissing again, I doubt that we will get started walking today, and we might end up getting arrested. Can I receive a rain check instead?"

"Sure, as long as you intend to use it."

That caused Kat to give my butt a playful slap. Then she grabbed my hand and pulled me back to the park bench.

Kat said, “Sit down, sweetie; you have become much more than just a friend to me, and I have a lot to tell you."

“For sure, Kat, I feel a special connection with you too.”

As thrilled to the bone as I’ve ever been, I grinned from ear to ear towards her.

Kat held my hand and proceeded to bare her soul. “Aah, Jeff, sweet Jeff, this is from my heart. After you left last Thursday, I was feeling intense emotions. Finally, I became honest with my mind's powerful feelings of affection and my body's tattletale signs of yearning for you. I realized deep down in my soul that you are the guy I really want to be with.”

“Kat, that’s music to my ears.”

Her twinkling eyes were fixed on mine. She continued, “Around you, I always feel happy, and you’re interesting, smart, funny, kind, and not bad-looking either. Sure, Dirk is extremely handsome and has a buff body; however, over time, his personality and the problems involved have soured our relationship and made him seem rather ugly. Contemplating my future, I knew it was way past time to let Dirk go for my own good. Jeff, I am extremely fond of you; plainly put, you are now my aching passion.”

The atmosphere was thick and sultry. My emotions were out of control, causing my eyes to water. Being on the emotional side, all these revelations she shared calmed down my libido but brought me closer to her than ever.

“Kat, I felt something very special about you on the very first day we met. Over time my feelings only got stronger every time we walked and talked. I have hoped and prayed for this day to come for months. Your wanting to share the future with me makes me the happiest man in the world. I have a deep affection for you right down to my little toe.”

That made her laugh, and it seemed to lighten the raw emotions we both felt.

“Your little toe, huh? that sounds funny.”

“It’s true, babe. By the way, you have had a busy week; I noticed that you had a locksmith over too. Has Dirk given you any grief?”

“Yes, here’s what’s going on. Last Friday morning, when I knew nobody was home, I drove over to Dirk's parents' house. I took his engagement ring and hid it between two planter boxes on their front porch. I felt that Dirk would be hard to deal with in person, so I planned to call him on Saturday morning. My idea was to let him down easily and tell him where to find the ring. On Friday afternoon I had a locksmith over to change all my locks, and he also installed several security cameras for me.”

“Dirk must have had a key to your house.”

“Yes, and I knew he would use it to confront me. I also had the cameras installed to keep an eye on my home.”

“Good idea.”

“As I expected, my call with Dirk didn't go well; he couldn't accept my reasoning behind wanting to break up. At first, he begged me to forgive him for everything and claimed that he would quit drinking and never start a fight with me again. When that failed to work, he began to get angry and show his true colors. At that point, he wanted to blame everyone but himself for our problems, especially, in his words, ‘the loser’ I walked with when he wasn't around.”

In jest, “Who in the world could that be?”

Kat commented, “Yeah, right.” Then went on to say, “At the end, I plainly told him, It's over, Dirk. I wish you nothing but the best. I hope you'll find happiness with someone else. After that, all I heard from Dirk was, ‘This is bullshit.’ Then he ended the call.”

“It sounds like he was pissed off.”

“Yes, and knowing him, I figured Dirk would be over to confront me. Not wanting any part of that, I took my already packed bags out to the car and drove to my sister’s house, where I wouldn’t be disturbed. I could discuss my problems with her and unwind.”

“My sister Nancy is nonjudgmental and loving. She has never cared much for Dirk, so who better than her to talk to? She was expecting me and was so understanding. As I settled into her spare bedroom, I felt my stress disappear, and I knew for certain that I had finally made the right decision. I planned to relax, and I even took vacation days on Monday and Tuesday.”

“The extra time should calm things down.”

“You’re right, Jeff; I hoped these extra days would give Dirk time to cool off and realize that our parting of ways is for the best.”

“Kat, I think that was a smart move. It sounds like your sister is a terrific woman.”

Kat was still holding my hand and squeezed it several times to emphasize her following remark.

“I can’t wait to introduce you to my sister. I think she is going to really like you.”

“Sweet.”

Then Kat said, “I didn’t say anything to you about my decision to break up with Dirk because I wanted to tell you in person. Also, I needed more time to clear my mind and collect my thoughts. Today my mind is perfectly clear, and without a doubt I want you to be my one and only.”

I smiled broadly at her. “Now that’s the kind of reasoning I totally agree with, Kat. I want you to be my one and only too.”

“Ahhh, Jeff.”

“Have you seen Dirk since you got home? I saw a note or two from him on your door.”

“No, but after getting home yesterday afternoon, my doorbell rang. I never answered it; I stayed inside and out of sight. Upon reviewing my cameras, I saw that it was Dirk, and he had been over to my house every single day I was gone, and on Saturday and Sunday, more than once. A couple of times he had even attempted to use his key to get in.”

“Really?”

“He still isn’t willing to accept my decision to leave him. Frankly, Dirk needs a wake-up call.”

“I’m glad that I never saw Dirk because it probably wouldn’t have gone well. So luckily, I didn’t encounter any problems at your house.”

Kat divulged, “Dirk is a very selfish person; he thinks mostly about himself. He doesn’t seem to care about other people’s feelings as long as he gets what he wants. You can see it by how he is acting now; heck, he was even that way in bed. Once he was satisfied, he often left me ungratified and wanting more.”

“That’s a bummer.”

“Jeff, I admire your positive self-image and concern for my well-being and happiness. I have a strong vibe that you are the opposite kind of partner from Dirk, one who is attentive and eager to please. So far, you have shown devotion by asking questions and exploring my interests while nurturing a friendship with limited intimacy. I think we have a relationship that is far more important than a physical attraction.”

While I tickled her hand. “Kat, I doubt that.”

“Listen to me, I feel that you are the kind of lover who wants to equally share the pleasure with your partner, one where intimacy is not just about you, and that quality really matters to me. Of course, we all have our own desires; however, you have always shown concern, responsiveness, and interest in meeting my demands and preferences. From what I’ve observed, I think you embody all the qualities of a wonderful lover in the way you have respected, cared for, and interacted with me.”

“Oh, Kat, those are such endearing remarks. For lack of better words, I feel the same way about you. You have made me so happy!”

“Thanks to you, Jeff, I’m feeling giddy inside. Incidentally, was Angel glad to see you?”

“Yes, she was glad to see me; she rubbed against my leg and purred as I petted her. You should know, I always have a good time playing with your Kitty.”

I made a funny face at her; I was trying to be suggestive and get us laughing. Kat ran with it as only a bawdy girl like her could. I also saw that mischievous look of hers again, even though she at first tried to fake disgust.

“What are you talking about? I’ve never let you play with my kitty, at least not yet.”

I laughed, “Are you telling me that your kitty isn’t playful?”

“Since you brought it up, no, when I allow her, she is very playful around a chosen person, and she likes to be petted too. One thing’s for sure: my kitty wants to really get to know you, and I just might give her permission.”

“Is she an angelic kitty?” I snickered between words.

“Not literally, but she is heavenly.”

“I’ll bet she is. To know her is to love her. I think an in-depth probe of her personality will lead to a most enjoyable outcome.”

Kat pulled me up and said, “Come on, horndog, we better start walking.”

“Arf, arf, arf, cutie! However, the pot is calling the kettle black. Now put that in your panties and soak it.”

Immediately, Kat lightheartedly punched my shoulder and stuck her tongue out at me. Then, feeling happy as a pair of larks, we set off on our walk along the creek's trail.

Only ten minutes later, we were discussing our favorite restaurants and dishes when a familiar, yet unwelcome, figure appeared on the trail ahead of us. At first, Dirk stood there with an angry expression on his face before he ran up to confront us. Both Kat and I were taken by surprise, since Dirk was supposed to be at work during the day.

“Oh crap, why aren’t you at work?” Kat asked, sounding frustrated.

“I’m not there, because I need to talk to you,” replied Dirk.

Kat couldn’t have been more clear. "Dirk, our relationship is over! There is nothing more to talk about. Please leave me alone!"

“It isn’t over as far as I’m concerned; we just need to work things out.” Said Dirk.

I had heard enough and spoke up. "Dirk, you heard the lady; she doesn't want anything more to do with you."

"Shut up, bozo boy."

To further his insult and intimidation, he started poking me on the chest with his index finger.

I batted his hand away. "Dirk, you really are a jerk."

Dirk yelled, "I'll teach you to stay away from my fiancée."

Before I could react, I felt a powerful blow to my upper left cheek, and his other hand pushed me off to the side and into the creek. Falling backward, I landed in about 3 feet of frigid water and hit the back of my head on a rock. For about 30 seconds, all I saw were stars.

"Dirk, have you lost your mind? You are a prick!" Kat shouted.

Dirk swiftly bounded back towards her. He yelled, "Is that right?"

Kat screamed out, "What, are you going to punch me too? Stop it! And get away from me!"

Dirk had Stopped only a couple of inches from her. Then he shouted, "Wow, you've turned into a real bitch!"

Kat seemed to be far more worried about me than the nasty name Dirk called her; even my dazed mind could tell that.

"Jeff, are you alright? Can you hear me? Are you ok?"

"My head hurts, but I, I, I think I’ll be ok."

Kat walked right into the creek and helped me out. While I sat still feeling groggy on a nearby big rock, she turned and ripped into Dirk, who was rapidly put on the defensive. Kat made it crystal clear to him with what seemed to be all the energy she could muster.

"Dirk, you asshole, I don't want to see you anymore, period. If you come near me again, I will call the police and apply for a stalking protection order to keep you away legally. I will also file a complaint with the HR department at work. Do you understand me?" Kat roared.

Kat's voice was fierce, and she looked ready to erupt if he tried to argue back. Dirk's face paled, and for the first time, he seemed to grasp the seriousness of the situation.

"Now, get lost!"

Dirk looked defeated and walked away without saying another word.

Like grease lightening, Kat turned around and ran back to me. I saw an intensity in her eyes that could have scared away a grizzly bear.

"Jeff, I feel terrible that he did this to you; just awful. Dirk is a big jerk; he has sure proved that today.”

“Please, don’t blame yourself for anything Dirk did.”

Kat still seemed to feel somewhat responsible for Dirk’s actions. I tried to relieve her from that misplaced attitude, but the sadness in her eyes proved that her mind continued to wrestle with it.

“Funny, I was supposed to rescue you from him, but instead you rescued me. Kat, you’re the champion here!”

"I just wish I could have done something to stop him," she said.

Kat’s voice trembled with what sounded like frustration.

"There was no way to stop him, but then you set him straight with a vengeance. I'm so impressed with you, Kat."

Kat smiled for a second, but then her face took on a serious expression.

Suddenly Kat declared with purpose, "Jeff, you're my hero now more than ever, but you have a bruised cheek, and I see a dandy lump on the back of your head. You're also soaking wet out here in the cold. We need to get over to my house in a hurry before you freeze to death.”

“You look wet too.”

I was displaying my sympathy for the wet state she was in, and my shaky finger pointed to her soggy shoes and leggings.

"My legs are wet, but that’s it. You’re the one who dove headfirst into the creek.”

If Kat felt any discomfort, she sure didn’t show it. Rapidly I was pulled up to my feet and shepherded forthwith toward her house. I saw the concern for my well-being on her face as she encouraged me to move faster.

I felt protected, but I was super cold. I could only mumble, “I’m glad that you’re doing ok, brrrr!”

Fortunately, we were less than a mile from her house because I was shivering uncontrollably by the time we got there. Kat ran to turn up the heat, while I took off my soaked coat and sat down on her entryway chair. She returned with several towels and dried my hair as I removed my wet shoes and socks.

"Thanks, Kat, you're an angel."

On cue, the four-legged Angel showed up to find out what was going on, and I watched her curiously sniff at my wet feet.

"You need a hot shower, and after that I'll take a closer look at your head. Do you feel lightheaded, dizzy or nauseous?"

I shook my head. "Nope, just a bit cold, really. I'll be fine after a warm shower."

I forced a shivering smile, forever grateful for Kat's concern but feeling chilled to the bone.

"Great news, it doesn't sound like you have a concussion to worry about."

Posthaste, Kat escorted me to her bathroom and got me what I needed for my shower.

As she walked out the door, Kat stated, "I am going to get you one of my robes to wear; please pass me your clothes before you step in the shower. I want to get them in the wash immediately."

"Ok, whatever you say."

In a way, I felt like a naughty 8-year-old; however, I knew she was taking charge of my welfare.

I had barely managed to get my wet, clinging T-shirt over my head when she knocked on the door.

I heard, "How's it going? Do you need any help in there?"

Her voice was light and teasing, but there was genuine caring underlying it.

"I am doing fine; give me a few seconds while I wriggle out of these pants!"

I slowly peeled down my freezing wet athletic sweatpants that had an inner lining built in. The thought of her helping me to get naked would have normally been irresistible fun, yet there wasn't anything sensual or sexy about the freezing state I found myself in.

Standing behind the door, I opened it about 6 inches and exchanged my wet stuff for her spare robe.

"How do you like it?" Kat asked.

It was thin, short, and pink. "Oh, my goodness."

"I knew you would like my robe. I turned up the heat, so you should be plenty warm with it on." Kat stated, sounding merry.

Kat had emitted a sexy giggle as she turned around to leave. The heat's getting turned up alright, and it has nothing to do with the air temperature.

As I warmed up in the shower, the idea of Kat as my girlfriend and likely lover began to sink in. Kat is an amazingly attractive woman and so much fun to be around. I'll never forget the secret exhibition she put on last week in her bedroom. On top of that, Kat's intangible sexiness emanates when she acts seductively; it's in the way her eyes sparkle, her lustful expression of delight, her alluring giggle, her razor-sharp wit, and her affectionate approach. Combine all that with the warmth of her heart, and unquestionably I have discovered a woman who captivates every part of me.

The hot shower felt terrific, and it relaxed me until I went to put on her robe. First of all, the robe was thin and rather tight. Secondly, the robe was very short and only covered my legs to about mid-thigh. Just thinking about what Kat’s reaction would be caused my cock to become partially erect. There was no doubt that Kat was going to get a striking view of my barely covered boner.

Feeling a combination of embarrassment and excitement, I took a deep breath and went to step out of the bathroom. Whatever happens, like it or not, Kat is going to realize actions have consequences. Like the idiom says, “chickens,” or more appropriately in this instance, “cocks come home to roost,” and my cock won’t be sleeping around her.

Upon stepping out of the bathroom, Kat met me in the relatively dark hallway and handed me a cup of hot chocolate.

"Thanks, sweetheart."

I noticed that Kat had changed into a robe as well. Hers was purple and, if anything, skimpier than mine. From what I could see, a lot of her silky skin was exposed. Plenty of cleavage and the outlines of her extended nipples were obvious focal points to my appreciative eyes, but her robe also bared most of her sexy legs, and they looked marvelous too. The view quickly boosted my weiner's size to its maxium potential.

Mercy me, there was no way I could hide my fully erect boner from her now, though she probably couldn't see it in the hallway.

Kat led me back out to her living room and gestured toward a hardback chair located in the center of the room.

"I need to look at the bump on your head and the bruise on your cheek. Please sit down right here."

"Fine, if you insist, Nurse Johnson."

The exam allowed me to check out her hot body for the umpteenth time while she was busy analyzing my wounds. My small head continued to react in his usual hard-headed manner when he’s being teased by a sexy woman. I am sure Kat noticed my extended protuberance under the robe. However, while she appeared amused, she was back to acting like a professional nurse, assessing my wounds and treating them.

She wasn't concerned with the bruise on my cheek, only putting some disinfectant on it. The lump on the back of my head got much more of her attention.

Kat asked again, "Tell me, have you had a headache, felt nauseous, or experienced any dizziness or lightheadedness today? Are you feeling anything unusual right now?"

"No." However, that wasn't completely true; down below, I felt extraordinary swelling and pressure.

“I am happy to see that the swelling has developed on the outside of your skull. I’ll need to keep an eye on it and continue to survey your overall condition, but your prognosis looks good. You’re already recovering, and the lump should disappear quickly.” Kat explained.

Kat openly proceeded to scan down to the lower part of my body and bare legs. When she returned her attention to my face, I saw a knowing smile.

“Yes indeed, wink-wink, nudge-nudge, from what I can see, you’re looking very well, and you make me feel appreciated as your nurse. Next, let’s go ahead and make sure you don’t have any hidden problems.”

“That sounds upbeat.”

The word “upbeat” seemed to register a certain way in her mind, because she snickered and glaringly gazed at the bulge I was sporting.

Showing self-control, she said, “I am going to get you an ice pack to hold over your lump to reduce the swelling up there. That’ll keep you busy while I take a shower.”

Shortly thereafter, she swiftly headed for the bathroom but not before staring back down at the bulge in my robe. This time her knowing smile was even wider. I felt beyond excited, oh my!

While Kat was in the bathroom, I smiled at myself in the living room mirror. I was delighted with my prospects and could hardly wait for her to get back to me. Ten minutes later, Kat materialized in the living room wearing the same robe.

"Voila, I'm back."

Seeing Kat again in the same sexy robe immediately gave me and my little buddy below another lift. My swelling problem was back from just looking at her two titillating points that she so proudly displayed. I also noticed that she had kept her hair dry and carried a lovely scent.

I applauded. “You’re a knockout, Kat; I feel like I am dreaming with my eyes open.”

Kat’s eyes gazed intensely back at me with what looked like fervor.

"Jeff, besides being a wonderful flirt, you're an amazing man, and you have become very special to me. Can I claim my rain check now?"

"Please do, my darling; I also echo that sentiment many times over in expressing the deep feelings I have for you."

Wasting no time, she pulled me over to the couch and moved in for a kiss. A lip lock turned into a deep French kiss that went on and on. Our tongues became very familiar with each other. She owns a lubricious tongue that has a lot to say without uttering a word. Her tongue expressed a wanton desire for more, and it was a compelling aphrodisiac, not that I needed one. My cock had already been fully reinvigorated by the lip lock, but the further tongue action transformed it into a throbbing, pulsating tent pole. I was in dire need of some of her specialized nursing care.

Pulling back for a moment, Kat stated, "Oh, Jeff, you're so charming and handsome. Being your private nurse is gratifying; I am glad that I can be here to treat your needs."

“That’s perfect, Nurse Kat; nothing could be better.”

Leaning back in for another round of kissing, I felt her right hand massaging my neck, and her left hand landed north of my right knee as she sat sideways facing me. Her one finger was going around in circles above my knee, and with each tickling circle, it traveled higher and higher. The sensations shot right up to my brain and raised the blood pressure in my cock to near hypertensive crisis levels. The anticipation of her next move had me beyond excited.

Simultaneously, my right hand had found an open part of her robe just below her neckline. I was lightly stroking her there and ever so slowly moving my fingers south while I gathered additional information on whether she approved of my foray or not. I sat at a slight angle with my head turned towards her.

I mouthed these words between her lips: "I'm more than glad you're here to take care of me."

I was thoroughly enjoying our sizzling hot connection. I continued playing with the tops of her tits and passionately kept on kissing her velvety lips.

I could feel Kat’s heart racing under my fingertips. We had both surrendered to the moment; we found ourselves embracing the lust between us without scruples. Her passion seemed to be building up fast, and soon I believed there was no way she could or would want to stop me from screwing her lustfully right there on the living room couch.

My kisses and touch were sensual and passionate and hopefully as wonderful as she'd ever experienced. I sensed that I was beginning to overwhelm her with what appeared to be her body’s enthusiastic approval. I couldn’t wait to give her every last inch of my affection. Even so, I had planned not only to build up the erotic escalation slowly but also to extend out the resulting pleasure for as long as possible.

I wanted my first sex with Kat to be monumental, an experience that lingered in both their minds forever, not just a slam-bam-thank-you-ma'am. I knew that, like water backing up behind a dam, the amassing of desire increases the pressure more and more toward a release of epic proportions. The outcome will flood the senses with the most intense pleasure that a man and woman can experience. Furthermore, the upshot of impassioned euphoria does wonders to powerfully carve out the landscape of one's mind and enhances or deepens the channel of love for your partner. I knew all I had to do was restrain myself, and that wouldn't be easy.

Out of the blue, Kat became the dedicated aggressor. It seemed that she wanted to be in charge and instigate exactly how our initial tryst went. Her left hand crawled under my robe and tickled my inner thigh with the lightest of touches. With her fingertips moving closer and closer to my balls, I could feel them wandering around inside their sac of skin.

My right hand had migrated down past the upper swells of her tits and cleavage. We were about to cross the Rubicon, and it seemed like we couldn't get there fast enough.

Kat took the initiative by touching, exploring, and tickling my privates first.

“Ahhh” was all I could utter.

One fingertip lightly tracing over skin concentrates the sensation, while multiple fingers dilute it. Kat used one finger to gently circle my twin boys. The feeling of her delicate finger roaming over my ballsack sent my body into another realm of pleasure. She seemed very pleased with her new findings, and in celebration her tongue darted triumphantly around my mouth.

The feeling was so incredible it caused me to break off our kiss, and it paused my own pursuit of her lovely tits. Continuing with this skillful light touch, she knew exactly where my gonads were most sensitive. I am sure she could feel them roaming in response to her digital maneuvers.

"Ooh, my gosh." I murmured.

Her amorous glances into my eyes told me how she felt and what she wanted: more of me. Kat looked joyful, and she seemed determined to uncover the most intimate prize I had to offer her. Moving up to the top of my balls, her single delicate finger turned into five as she for the first time latched on to the base of my extremely engorged cock. Without further delay she uncovered my boner completely and began inspecting it.

At that point (no pun intended), she looked more jubilant than ever.

Kat remarked, “Good gracious, you have a profound case of swelling taking place down here.”

Kat’s hazel eyes blazed with a lustful look of zeal for what she wanted.

She continued, "I can help; let me treat you."

Kat moved the coffee table, and in a flash she was on her knees directly in front of me. Her wide-open eyes stared intently at my dark pink projection. Kat looked like she had found her favorite prey and was ready to pounce. I was nearly incapacitated from the sexual arousal that controlled my mind and body. At that moment, I was like putty in her hands.

“Amazing, are you sure you want to do this?”

My former wife didn’t like to blow me very much, and neither did any of my past girlfriends. I remembered some of the hard feelings (no pun intended) involved, so I found myself somewhat paranoid about the activity, even though I highly enjoy it.

"Shut up, Jeff, I've never been more sure of anything."

"I am all yours! Go for it." I was thrilled to death; well, not quite that thrilled.

Kat's petite fingers rewrapped themselves around my shaft near its base and stroked upward. That sent a jolt of electricity through my nervous system. When a generous drop of pre-cum appeared as a result, she bent over and kissed my cockhead and licked the drop of cloudy liquid off the tip.

"Yummy, I love the flavor of your hot cum."

Her remark was beyond erotic in my mind. None of the past women in my life would have done what Kat just did. On rare occasions my former wife did blow me a number of times, and I had one girlfriend that did it a few times. Both exes told me to pull out before I shot my load. They didn’t want all that cum in their mouth.

My pre-cum wouldn’t have been appreciated all that much either; it would have been wiped off with a tissue instead of them tasting it like it was a special treat. Kat’s uninhibited ways and compliments of my precious male intermixture had me feeling sexier than I had ever felt in my life.

Without saying another word, Kat was back licking and kissing my dick’s crown.

I sucked in a deep breath from the incredible pleasure.

 “Oh, oh my, oh wow, I’m glad you like my cock!”

Kat’s words had truly hit me emotionally and instantly improved my psyche. It is difficult to explain, except it seemed like I was looking at everything through rose-colored glasses.

After licking around my cock’s head for another half a minute or so, Kat again let my cock slip out from between her lips. She lifted her head and stared into my eyes with a spirited expression. Her fingers were still tenderly massaging my shaft and balls. I watched her intently in a state of euphoria.

With enthusiasm Kat once again complimented my virility when she said, "Jeff, I adore your cock. I can feel your boner pulsating in my mouth, and it’s so deliciously rigid.”

It sounded sexy, and it made me feel ultra macho and highly appreciated. I even got more excited, and I didn’t think that was possible. No doubt she knew that making me feel supremely confident in my sexual abilities would probably produce long-lasting benefits for her too; what a win-win.

After Kat’s last round of erotic comments, she went back to licking my cock’s head, and then she sucked the entire head into her loving mouth. Both of her hands were busy tickling my balls and lightly stroking my lower shaft. The combination of her hands and mouth felt inconceivable. Lightly, her one fingernail slowly traced the sensitive ridge line between my balls all the way down to my gooch. Other fingers lovingly kneaded and caressed my lower shaft while her lips and tongue washed over and around my cock's crown and peehole.

Kat’s tongue holds a PhD in the creation of pleasure. No doubt, I was the lucky recipient of lots of advance research on her part.

I felt her tongue swirling around the edge of my cock’s head and over the circumcised neck below. The feeling of total bliss sent my upper body backward into the couch cushions. This was the definition of extreme debauchery for sure. Especially the way her tongue’s taste buds moved back and forth over my shaft. The action bathed my sensitive nerves with abandon.

“Oh shit, that’s it, oh yes, aah, aah, aah.”

The shaft’s neck is a cluster of multiple nerve endings, and Kat took her sweet time using her tongue to introduce herself to every one of mine. In concert with these actions, her eyes were fixed on my face; I assume to judge my reaction to her meticulous stimuli. I had an awesome P.O.V. of her lovely face too, and her expression with my cock lodged in her mouth conveyed exactly what I was intensely feeling, and that was her unconditional love.

After minutes of her slip-sliding away, Kat’s lips bottomed out on my cock’s thick base. Her nose was buried in my pubic hair, while my cock’s head entered her throat with no gag reflex at all. I was in the hands of, or more appropriately in the warm throat of, a pro. She was also using her velvety lips to clamp down on my cock’s quivering base as her tongue massaged the underside of my erection.

Attentively, Kat’s entire mouth worked tirelessly. Her tight lips ran up and down my purplish-pink pole over and over again. When her lips receded, her hand replaced them, and her hand and fingers quickly encircled and rotated around my shaft. Her soft digits massaged, twisted, and rubbed my hard-on tenderly, but with gusto. Most of the time, her other hand was still playing ball with my boys. But then, she also started to tickle my gooch and down around my butthole.

In the middle of her wanton oral assault of my manhood, Kat stopped and withdrew her mouth completely from my boner and looked directly into my eyes. There was no smile, only a serious expression on her face. It was perfectly clear that she meant every word.

"Your cock is my property now!"

Without further ado, she resumed her stupefying tickling and sucking. I wasn't in any position to argue, nor did I want to. With each new polishing stroke from her mouth came more phenomenal pleasure, and escalating pressure was rapidly building in my loins. I had been trying my hardest (no pun intended) to hold back, but that was getting to be nearly impossible.

She probably figured I was in danger of losing it at any time, and she was certainly doing a superb job of keeping me right on the edge. I noticed that she slowed down and sped up according to my body language. I was totally enraptured by her deeds.

"I can't hold back much longer," I blurted out in the heat of my uncontrollable throbbing passion.

Kat tried to say something but couldn’t with her mouth being occupied.

Cupping my ears, I asked, "What did you say?"

I heard a slurping noise as Kat’s fabulous lips released my cock. Instantly, my purplish pink boner sprang straight up to hug my stomach. She licked her lips and looked delighted by the sight of my pulsating prick. With my verbal disclosure and the obvious physical signs as proof, she knew that I was getting close to erupting.

Point blank, Kat stated, “Please shoot it into my mouth. Your cum tastes delicious, and I want to savor all of your special sauce.”

In an instant Kat tilted my cockhead towards her mouth and was back inhaling it. Her lively tongue moved up and down my boner with a mission. The pleasure and view were surreal as her soft lips, the ones I had been kissing, glided hedonistically over my super-engorged dick. The blood-filled arteries that fed my hard-on stood out like never before from all her expert attention.

We were still eyeballing one another. In Kat’s expressive eyes I saw a yearning for what she badly wanted to happen. I am sure my eyes expressed the rapture I was feeling. Lots of dopamine had to be running through my system since I have never felt more excited and happy inside. One’s fantasies could never match our explicit scene with all the feelings involved. I perceived feelings like ecstasy, being wanted, being enjoyed, and being loved.

Our sexual intimacy was rapidly building to a crescendo; under the base of my cock, irreversible pressure and a tingling sensation were becoming irrepressible.

Kat appeared to be very keen on getting what she craved, and she seemed to be getting impatient. Her mouth had sped up, moving up and down in a near blur.

The intensity of her oral actions tripped my trigger. My balls tightened, and my dick spasmed, twitching convulsively. My body also jerked forward and shook wildly. These out of control moves sent my cock further inside her mouth and into her throat. For us, this was going to be a release of epic proportions.

"I'm cumming; oh, my gawd, ooh, ooh, ooh, fuck, babe." I loudly vocalized.

Apparently Kat had already sensed my impending eruption from the involuntary contractions she felt coming from the base of my cock. Because rapidly, she slid my cock out of her throat and moved her lips back to create a seal around my cock's head.

I took in a big gulp of air as my brain was being transported into a utopian world of sexual gratification. My ejaculation was euphoric; jets of semen shot out of my cock and hit her tonsils and the back of her mouth. Squirt after squirt of love potion and the incredible pleasure accompanying it continued to fill her mouth with my potent release.

The extreme pleasure I felt was heightened again and again with each new rhythmic contraction rushing through my glands. Every squirt gave me an overwhelming feeling of rapture. This was a wild orgasm. A seismic event for my body, as there was a whole lot of shaking going on, but also for my soul.

What a pro Kat is at giving head. No doubt that was the most amazing sexual release I’ve ever had, or at least for many years. I could still feel the incredible climax she gave me rattling my bones. I loved the way she happily swallowed my seed after seemingly savoring it by using her tongue to roll it around her taste buds. Even after my squirts diminished, she continued to suck on my dick to draw out any cum left inside.

In short order my manhood was becoming very sensitive, so I went to withdraw my boner from the lively confines of her mouth.

Kat was hesitant to let my cock go.

“Mercy! You’re overstimulating my dick; please let go.” I panted out.

Kat had swallowed everything and seemed to very much enjoy the power her mouth still had over me. She finally, but reluctantly, allowed my super clean cock to escape her mouth. My very red boner was starting to shrink, but wow, was I ever sensitive down there.

In a jubilant mood, Kat shared, "Your cum is sweet and a little salty, like you, and good to the last dribble.”

“I’m, I’m, like, seriously!” Since I was mostly in a trance, that was all I could think of to say.

“Without a doubt, you hot stud, you! Plus, given the large amount of cum I was able to consume, it is evident that your twin spheres are healthy and productive in creating your most intimate of male concoctions.”

Even though I was coming down from my high, I still felt like I was sitting on cloud nine. If I hadn't been completely in awe of her before, I certainly was now.

Blood was returning to my brain, but the awe for what I experienced remained.

"Kat, I can't believe how fantastic that was. You have literally blown me away.”

"Funny man! Yes, that was incredibly awesome. The experience was also extremely enjoyable and exciting for me. I also learned a lot about your sexy body and which of my moves you seem to enjoy most. I must say, I’m really impressed with your staying power; I had put on the full-court press, so to speak, and you lasted much longer than I expected.”

“Kat, you were the star of the show.”

I could tell that Kat was ecstatic about the outcome, and obviously she enjoyed consuming the evidence too.

“Jeff, you’re beyond special to me. I see you as a very caring man, the type of man who is the perfect kind of sexual partner. I have always craved for a lover like the one I believe you are. I want to make love to you, and only you, in every way possible.”

“I am speechless, Kat, but happier than I’ve ever been. Thank you, and ditto back. I believe you’re that type of woman too, and actually you just proved it.”

My reply appeared to delight her.

Then Kat declared, "Hey, it looks like my treatment worked; your swelling has disappeared. Even so, I am acutely aware that your type of swelling often pops up again and again. I am quite sure that regular treatments will be needed."

That made me laugh. “That’s a perfect diagnosis, Nurse Johnson. I couldn’t ask for a better caregiver. I am excited to show you just how much you’re appreciated. I plan to reciprocate the hard work you’ve done in helping me. It’s an alluring picture, if you know what I mean.”

I saw a sexy expression, and then she snickered.

Finally, Kat said, “Sounds intriguing, Jeff. To be admired and cherished is wonderful, but first you need to relax and recover from your first treatment. After a while, I’ll need to perform a crucial test to see if you are going to require more of my specialized nursing care. Sometimes 3 or 4 treatments are needed in a single day. Will you be up for that, Mr. Nelsen?"

"I'm your huckleberry."

Beaming, she suggested, "What do you say we stay home from work and play hooky?"

The story will continue in part four. Testing Jeff and Kat’s purrfect panacea.