Part two. Kat’s immaculate tease.

"Jeff, you're too much."

“Well, you can’t blame me for wanting another kiss from a beautiful woman.”

Up to this point in our friendship, I had refrained from directly complimenting her looks, which are second to none in my book. Yes, we had flirted back and forth in nearly every other way, but I always feared a direct rejection if I swooned over her candidly. Believe me, the way I felt, I wanted to compliment her a hundred times a day.

Kat smiled and turned her head to the side. Next I heard, “You’re making me blush.”

After that, Kat playfully swatted my shoulder. and walked back to the trail. However, I hadn't heard a definite no or witnessed any negativity from her. Perhaps Kat didn’t want to admit her true desire; at least that is what I was hoping. The kiss was fantastic, and I wondered how I could get another one from her like that without overstepping her boundaries. After all, she was still wearing Dirk's ring.

Nothing more occurred that day of a sensual nature. Our walks continued through Friday of the third week of July, during which nothing out of the ordinary happened. On that Friday, we made plans to meet again on the following Monday.

I had come to believe that Kat was confused about her romantic feelings. She had known Dirk for a considerable amount of time, and now they found themselves engaged. Yes, she thinks that Dirk is extremely handsome. She also told me that Dirk loves her, and she loves him. Apparently, Dirk is very popular with all of their friends, and together, they have shared many good times. Yet lately, those good times seem to be less common. She has complained about Dirk’s jealous temper, unappreciative behavior, and his increased alcohol consumption. Then there’s his dislike for the cat she loves.

On the other hand, Kat and I haven't known each other for very long, but we always seem to enjoy each other’s company immensely. I always feel appreciated by her, and I believe she likes me more than she cares to admit. I may pale in comparison to Dirk’s looks, who possesses a more impressive physical presence. In my opinion, I shine brighter in other ways. Heck, Kat has even complimented me on my intelligent personality, caring nature, and sense of humor. Sure, I am more than a little biased, but I don’t have any negatives like Dirk. Plus, I love cats!

Out of nowhere on Sunday, I received a long message from Kat that made my heart sink. Evidently on Saturday night, she and Dirk had a long discussion about their relationship. They managed to work things out, and they came to an agreement on how they could better cement their connection and create the kind of union they both wanted.

Kat wrote, "Dirk was humble and charming; he apologized for the bad things he had said to me and promised to curtail his drinking. While Dirk didn’t admit to attempting to get rid of my/our cat, he did tell me that he would be a lot nicer to Angel. All he wanted was for me to stop walking with you. Dirk blames our friendship for everything that has gone wrong."

Clearly, Kat still loved Dirk and wanted to be with him. She plainly told me that our walks were at an end. She was sorry but asked me to forget about meeting up with her, since that had to be over. Kat claimed that I would be greatly missed; however, she had agreed to stay away from me for the sake of their relationship.

Finally, Kat stated, "Jeff, you're too special not to share yourself with some lucky lady. I wish you all the happiness in the world. Goodbye and be well!"

I sent Kat a sad emoji face and said, "I'll miss you; all the best, and good luck."

I was devastated; I should never have gotten my hopes up so high. The dream of winning Kat's love was no longer attainable. For days I moped around the house; even Oscar could tell something was wrong. I went to work every evening with a void in my heart and a feeling of deep sadness.

Since they reminded me of Kat, I decided not to visit the trails even though I had regularly walked down there alone even while knowing Kat. Finally, after a week or so, I decided I had to shake my melancholy feelings and walk down there again. At first it was tough; the aura of the setting wasn't the same without her cheerful presence. I often found myself missing our conversations and the way she made even the dullest days feel a lot brighter, but with each passing day, it got easier. The exercise burned up my negative emotions and stress. My outlook on life slowly improved.

I never saw Kat; either she had quit walking entirely or found another place to walk. It would have felt awkward facing her, so not seeing her was probably a good thing.

After a couple of weeks, I decided to check out several dating sites and found two intriguing women there to date. First dates can be uncomfortable, and I didn't hit it off with either one. It was mostly my fault, as I found myself subconsciously comparing these ladies to Kat. Largely, though, I had settled back into my pre-Kat routines and mindset.

My future looked bright when it came to my romantic prospects on those dating sites. I just needed to find the right woman among the multitude of possibilities.

Then unexpectedly, while I walked along by the creek on a Thursday morning in late August, I heard someone calling my name off in the distance.

"Jeff, wait up."

I turned around to a familiar face, and here came Kat at full speed. She jumped into my arms, hugging and kissing me on the cheek.

“What gives?” I was flabbergasted. What was going on?

"It's so good to see you again, Jeff.”

"I thought you had to stay away from me; what's up?"

A golden-tanned Kat now wore a serious expression.

She answered, "I know; well, Dirk broke our agreement by coming home super drunk last night just as I returned from the hospital. When I confronted him about it, he yelled at me. I ordered him to sleep on the couch and stated that I wanted him to move out again. Thereafter, he was truly sorry about everything and tried to apologize. I would rather not hear it, so I went to bed."

"That's a bummer, Kat." In truth, I was far from bummed.

"Well, this morning, I told him I needed to think, and I still wanted him to move out, at least for now. He wanted to talk me out of it. However, that was a no-go, so he left looking pissed off."

"Sounds like familiar behavior."

"Anyway, can I walk with you again, or am I going to make some lucky lady jealous?"

"I'll need to check with her."

"Oh, I am sorry; I didn't know. What’s her name?”

"I'm just kidding; I would love to walk with you, Kat."

The walk was pleasant, interesting, and fun. We caught up on each other's lives. I learned that for the most part, Dirk had been behaving, and she was still wearing his ring. She hadn't yet decided what to do about their relationship.

I shared with her the details of my two dates, and just like before, we chuckled over the most ridiculous things. We expeditiously rekindled our friendship, and it felt like nothing had ever happened to change it.

It was the best time I'd had for weeks, and the walk ended way too quickly.

I asked, "Would you like to walk with me again, say tomorrow?"

Grinning, Kat said, "Absolutely, I like that idea."

"Great! Meet me at the same place, same time, and same station."

Looking amused, she remarked, "Yes, Mr. Controller, I can flow with that."

"Super, because you make an extremely attractive co-pilot."

"Jeff, come on, you're flattering me, but that’s sweet of you to say."

“It's as easy as falling off a log.”

She grinned and proceeded to embrace me with another hug and a lingering kiss on the cheek, which I returned. Goodbyes followed. As I made my way home, I was filled with joy; I had a spring in my step and a huge smile on my face.

Our Friday morning greeting was the hottest so far; it pushed the envelope past what is considered reasonable for our situation. We hugged, and Kat's first kiss landed surprisingly close to my hairy upper lip. The second one, suspiciously, in my mind, landed right on my lips. She immediately tried to pull back, acting like it was a mistake. 

Kat whispered, "Sorry, I didn't mean to do that."

"Wait, it’s just a harmless little kiss."

I couldn’t resist my burning desire. Before she had a chance to respond, I swiftly attached my lips to hers, and she kissed me back. We went at it like never before. 45 seconds later we were both speechless, and it was hard to think straight. Speaking of hard and straight, that was the first time she had been responsible for causing my manhood to react outward to its fullest extent; my shorts were noticeably bulging.

Once apart, we stood locked in a deep gaze into each other's eyes, but neither of us looked down. Perhaps she was also extremely excited and, like me, felt self-conscious about bringing any attention to that private neighborhood in our shorts.

Shortly thereafter, Kat was the first to address the awkward silence once we started walking.

"That was my fault; I'm not sure what came over me."

I was surprised at her comment; I had been worried that she might be upset with me.

"No way, Kat, I'll take the blame."

My mind and cock were still reeling from how fabulous that kiss was. The softness of her lingering lips had sent messages throughout my body that communicated arousal and powerful desire.

Kat came back with, "No, no, I encouraged you to do that with my actions."

"I took advantage of you, Kat."

To be honest, I thought I had taken advantage of her, But God, that kiss was worth it!

"Jeff, that's total bull."

Back and forth we went until we started to laugh, and all the tension over the kiss evaporated. Uneasiness that could have ruined the day never materialized; in fact, we began to joke around with each other about it. It felt like a weight had been lifted, and the playful banter only brought us closer together. I came to realize that this unexpected bout of kissing had advanced our relationship in ways I hadn't anticipated.

Kat stated, "Well, I don't need to wonder about mustaches anymore."

I snickered out, "Are you sure? If you begin to forget, I can always help remind you."

My comment was bold; however, I knew our rapport was such that I could get away with it and maybe even put the idea in her head. All Kat did was smirk and smack my shoulder.

Then she said, "Yeah, you wish."

Honestly, though, behind the kidding and banter, she seemed uncertain about her true feelings and how she should act towards me. Our walk continued at a faster pace.

To change the subject, I commented, "I love your tan; what have you been doing to get so golden brown?"

From the look she gave me, I suspected that I knew exactly what she had been doing and where.

Kat replied, "It's my secret."

"Sounds intriguing, but I have a pretty good idea how you got so tan."

Then I grinned at her like a Cheshire cat. I was visualizing and reminiscing with delight about the erotic scene that I witnessed several months ago.

"I'll never tell."

But once again, Kat was wearing that mischievous expression that I had seen many times on her face.

"What do you think, Kat? Maybe I should take up lovely birdwatching down here by the creek or, better yet, buy a drone."

“Oh yeah, I’ll just bet you’d be looking for birds.”

"Yes, in their natural state."

Then Kat snickered and slapped me square on the butt to emphasize her reply.

"Better not, mister."

I laughed, and she laughed. I knew, and she knew I knew, but nothing more was said. We had such great chemistry that these kinds of racy suggestions spiced up our conversations with good feelings and humor. The rest of the walk was enjoyable but anticlimactic.

Our walks continued. A few weeks later, in mid-September, Kat and I met as usual. It was a warm, sunny Wednesday. Our greetings had remained very friendly, yet not overly intimate. Kat would hug and kiss my cheeks and perhaps give me a quick peck on the lips, but nothing like that one kiss we had several weeks ago.

Yet, as we strolled along the familiar path, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between us. I caught her glancing at me more often, and there was a warmth in her smile that hinted at unspoken words just beneath the surface.

We walked along chatting about many things when I felt my bladder calling me. There are no bathrooms by the trail. If you need to go, you head off the trail and into the woods. I usually hid behind a tree or bush to do my business. Guys have it much easier than ladies do when it comes to taking a pee, but that wasn't the case on this particular day.

While pissing and leaning up against an old tree, I felt sharp pains on my back in several places, then on my upper leg, butt, and right arm. I was getting stung by bees swarming around me. Unwittingly, I had leaned against a beehive located on the tree I was hiding behind.

I yelled out, "Bees, run!"

Fortunately, my cock escaped unharmed, and I ran out of the woods for my life while it still hung out of my fly. Up on the trail, I quickly tucked my wiener back in my shorts. Kat stood only about 20 feet away. At first, I didn't know if Kat had caught a glimpse of my waggling-around wanger or not.

She appeared very concerned, but I soon noticed that she was staring right at my crotch. Her intense gaze at my crotch told me that she must have briefly caught sight of my teeny-weeny member flopping around and leaking out some nasty fluid. What an extremely embarrassing moment, yet honestly, at that point I didn't really care, because I was in a significant amount of pain.

She shouted, "Are you ok?"

"No, I am hurting big time; I got stung multiple times."

"Are you allergic to bee stings? Maybe I should call 911."

"No, it just hurts awfully bad."

"Did your pee-pee get it?"

"No, luckily."

Above all the pain and uncertainty, Kat's nursing skills kicked in.

Kat replied, "That's good, but we need to get you out of here. We're going to my house, where I can get a better look at you. I have medicine for your pain and want to remove any stingers that might still be lodged under the skin. Just hang in there a little longer; I promise you'll feel better soon."

With determination and a comforting hand, she led me towards her house.

"Your boyfriend's not there, is he?"

"No, he's still living at his parents' house. Where do you hurt the most?"

"My back is killing me. I must have been stung many times there, but my legs are also smarting."

Kat had to pull me up the hill from the creek because I was in a mild state of shock, but somehow, we made it back to her place with no serious problems. Inside her door, Kat helped me remove my shirt and dirty shoes. She had me sit down on a kitchen chair and then went to find a tweezer and some meds.

With the expertise of a caring professional, Kat began to examine my back. Her fingers gently probed the swollen areas, and mostly she used her fingernails to scrape away the remaining stingers. The tweezer can release more venom, so it was only used as a last resort. As she worked on me, I felt a mix of relief and tension, grateful for her care yet acutely aware of the pain. She carefully extracted several stingers from my back. Each one sent a jolt through my nerves, but her gentle touch and soothing words mitigated my suffering, making the ordeal feel a bit more bearable.

"Do you have any allergies to medicines?" she inquired after cleaning my back’s wounds.

"No."

Kat then applied some hydrocortisone cream to reduce the swelling. I had a couple of stings on the back of my upper legs, so she had me stand up. Quickly, she pushed my shorts way up and worked on them next. Only my crotch and butt remained covered, but nothing felt sexy about it.

Kat asked, "Do you have any other bee stings I can't see?"

I debated whether to tell her, and she took that hesitation as a yes.

She demanded, "Tell me, what are you hiding?"

"Alright, I got one right here."

I slowly pointed to my right lower butt cheek. Somehow one bee had gotten up my right shorts leg even further and stung me on the bottom of my butt.

"Loosen your shorts and let me see it."

My shorts were tied in front and were the compression-lined type with built-in underwear for support. The underwear lining is a mesh fabric and very thin, which made it easy for the bee to sting me right through it.

"Ok, ok."

I followed Kat's instructions and pulled down the back of my shorts, essentially mooning her. Simultaneously, a dead bee I must have swatted as it stung me fell out.

Kat remarked, "I see the bee’s stinger embedded deeply in your butt."

"Little bastard, man, that hurts."

Kat carefully assessed the location of the stinger and what felt like a large area of my right cheek, gently touching as she slowly moved her fingers around it. It seemed like she was checking out more buttscape than necessary; was she taking this opportunity to feel out my bare butt?

Then Kat declared, "Oh, that's a bad one; I'll need the tweezers to get that nasty stinger out."

Grabbing her tweezers and the hydrocortisone cream, she went to work.

I felt embarrassed, kind of like how I would feel in a hospital emergency room, but even more uncomfortable. There I stood, nearly naked, and I was exposing everything to her except for what was still hidden by the very front of my shorts that I tightly clung to.

The last thing I wanted her to see was my circumcised cock, which was likely shriveled and probably resembled a small turtle's head peeking out from its shell. Kat couldn't resist giggling at the absurdity of my overt modesty; her merriment and trivial approach strangely eased the tension and relaxed me. It felt like she was just carrying out a normal, everyday routine.

Despite my cock's sometimes small, turtle-like appearance, I always found comfort in the knowledge that it will reliably metamorphose into five and a half inches of pink steel when I am sexually excited. When I am turned on, my cock, which is smaller than others at rest, amazingly transforms into being bigger than most. Contrary to what porn sites would have you believe, my erection, while not huge, is actually, according to the internet, a fraction of an inch longer than the average for an adult male.

I shouted, "Ow." As she pulled the stinger out of my butt cheek.

Even though I was in pain afterwards, the sensation of her soft hand rubbing the cream all over my bare butt felt darn good. Kat had been talking like a professional, yet her hand seemed to stay on my naked butt for a longer period than was necessary; perhaps this was just wishful thinking on my part.

“That feels much better, Kat.”

"Great, see, I got you covered, dear friend."

“You mean, you have me uncovered.”

That caused Kat to giggle, and then she said something I didn’t expect: “Jeff, if I wasn’t engaged, I’d tell you that you have a hot body and a nice butt, but since I am engaged, I can’t tell you that.”

“Kat, that was a rather provocative comment, don’t you think? I must admit, I’ve never been treated by a better-looking nurse.”

“Oh, don’t get excited; I was just trying to give you an innocent compliment, that’s all. As a nurse, I see and treat many attractive and fit males in little or no clothing every day; this situation with you is no different except that you are someone I know.”

I decided to do a little fishing. “Well, being a normal horny woman besides a nurse, do you ever get improper notions from looking at these buff male physiques displayed in front of you?”

“How dare you call me horny? The answer is no; now I wish I hadn’t said that to you.”

While Kat was admonishing herself for that line of speech, she began slapping my bare butt with gusto. It hurt, but the smacks almost seemed playful. And while her actions dished out punishment, her facial expression wasn’t expressing unhappiness. If anything, her flushed face had a horny appearance. To this day, I believe she was covering her tracks by slapping me.

I quickly pulled my shorts back up.

"Ouch, ok, ok, ok, I’m sorry." I yelled!

But of course, I wasn’t truly sorry.

Kat replied, “Then listen up! The cream will need to be reapplied four times a day to control your swelling. I am going to check all your vital signs, and then you need to remain under observation for at least eight hours."

She went on to check my pulse, temperature, and blood pressure and listened to my breathing rate.

"Kat, I need to go to work."

"No way, Jeff, you're calling in sick. I am also staying home so I can monitor your condition. You have lots of bee venom flowing through your body; I want to make sure that you don't have a delayed reaction of any kind. Your vital signs are slightly elevated right now."

Kat gave me some ibuprofen for pain, and after covering the cushions with an old blanket, she had me lie down on her living room couch.

"If you think so, I trust your judgment."

Anyway, I wasn't feeling very well, certainly not healthy enough to quarrel with this resolute female who had already spanked me once.

"I know so, Jeff. You need to relax and get some sleep if you can."

I laid down on my stomach; I was only wearing my shorts, but she covered me up with a sheet. Then she ran to the kitchen to get me a bottle of water. I felt well cared for, and I used her phone to call my boss. As I closed my eyes, the weight of fatigue settled over me, and I hoped that rest would help my body fight off the poison that was coursing through my veins.

I had fallen asleep and woke up several hours later to an argument at her front door, which was only 15 feet away. I gathered Dirk had heard that Kat called in sick and came over to see if she was honestly sick. When she opened the door, he saw me, and the shit hit the fan. He was angry to see me there. After finding out why he came over, she tried to explain the situation, but nothing would satisfy him.

Dirk shouted at me, "I am warning you; stay away from Kat!"

Kat said, "You have no right to say that, Dirk; you need to leave now. We can talk later once you have calmed down."

"Ok, fuck it, I am leaving. You heard me, idiot; stay away from Kat."

I just smirked back at him. He left, and she locked the door. I could see the tension in her shoulders ease a bit as she leaned against the door, looking relieved to have the confrontation behind her.

I commented, "He is one angry dude; sorry about putting you through that."

Kat sighed and shook her head. "You didn't do anything wrong, and don't worry about that warning. His bark is worse than his bite. He's just overreacting as usual; I really wonder about him sometimes. This crazy jealousy of his is one of the main reasons I've asked him to move out. I really need to reflect and make up my mind about whether he and I can have a future or not."

If I were making the decision, I would drop him like a hot potato. Of course, I did have a dog in the hunt that rather tainted my opinion. All the wonderful concern and care Kat had shown me only strengthened my feelings for her even more.

I proclaimed, "All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't keep me away from you, unless you wanted me to go away."

Kat laughed and said, "That's sweet, but you don't resemble Humpty Dumpty. Then again, today you do look a little more fragile and puffier than usual. Dear Humpty, I am glad that I could be the one to put you back together again. How are you feeling? Would you like something to eat?"

I laughed back at her. "I do feel better; I think I can eat something."

It was getting to be around five o'clock, and I hadn't eaten anything for lunch.

Kat asked, "Would you like to share a pepperoni pizza with me? I'll make us a salad too. What kind of dressing do you like?"

"Sounds good, Ranch, if you have some."

"Yep."

Without further ado, Kat disappeared into her kitchen to preheat the oven and make up our salads.

Then, while the pizza was baking, she assessed my bee stings and reapplied the hydrocortisone cream over my sore spots. Her undivided attention and patented tender loving care were evident in everything she did. When I had to pull my shorts down again, it felt almost routine, but she took her sweet time, gently applying the cream as if it were a delicate art. I wondered whether her actions were only motivated by kindness or if there was an underlying sexual desire. The warmth of her presence made the discomfort of the stings fade into the background of my mind.

"It looks like the swelling is down except for the naughty sting on your butt; that's a dandy."

Subsequently, Kat snickered away her professionalism for a few moments.

Giggling Kat said, "Sitting down, you will probably find yourself leaning sideways to the left, if you can sit on it at all."

"You mean like the Leaning Tower of Pizza."

"Not pizza, it's Pisa, you clown; you must be hungry."

She was still giggling as she playfully nudged me with her elbow while she continued to appraise both sides of my butt. Was Kat feeling an inner longing for physical contact with me? Although my feelings for Kat were off the charts, I knew that I had to control myself and at least act like a gentleman. But the warmth of our shared laughter and the spark it created made it increasingly difficult for me to focus. I could sense the sexual tension building, a silent acknowledgment of what might be possible if I dared to cross that line and pushed the issue.

After eating, I asked, "Where is my shirt? I need to get going."

"Not so fast, I don't want you going anywhere tonight. You still need to be watched and treated for your swelling and discomfort."

"I am feeling alright; I've already put you through enough. Besides, I need to get home to feed Oscar."

"Poppycock, Jeff, I insist that you stay; give me your keys, and I'll go feed Oscar. Anyway, I need to go out and pick up some calamine lotion to treat your stings that are going to start itching like crazy."

I gave her a mockery-like sneer.

"Alright already, I'll stay; no need to get lewd about a certain part of me."

I handed her my keys and looked for a reaction.

Kat snickered at first, then laughed, and walked towards the door.

She commented, "You have a wild imagination and a dirty mind."

"It takes one to know one." I declared between chuckles.

She paused for a moment; her smile brightened as she glanced back at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Touché," she replied.

"I'm more than willing to explore those wild imaginings together."

"And I'll bet you feel that way about dirty minds too." Kat replied.

The sound of her tittering echoed in the hallway as she stepped out the door, leaving me to wonder just how adventurous this night might become. I couldn't shake the feeling that our playful banter was just the beginning; it hinted at a world of unexpected thrills waiting for the boldest between us.

While Kat was gone, Angel had come out of hiding to investigate who was lying on her couch. When I put my hand out to pet her, she stayed out of reach and only sniffed the tip of my index finger. With a relaxed tone, I talked to the shy cat, and soon she let me pet her on the head. If she even remembers me stuffing her in the backpack, I must be forgiven. Perhaps she was wary of people because of how Dirk had treated her.

Kat was gone for around 90 minutes. After arriving home, Kat applied some calamine lotion on my wounds. As she rubbed in the lotion, I heard her cackling about something.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh, I was just thinking about your play on my word ‘poppycock’ for nonsense. I hadn't intended it that way, but it turned out to be awfully funny. You really know how to make me laugh with your deliciously naughty comments. However, having said that, please understand I am not trying to lead you on.”

“Of course not.” But I wished the opposite was true.

“Jeff, you have a nice place. Everything looked surprisingly clean and well organized for a bachelor’s pad. Obviously, you have your act together.”

“Thanks, how was Oscar doing?”

“On my way over to your house, I wondered if your cat would be afraid of me. I have to say, it felt strange walking into your house, a place I’ve never been to before. Oscar was there to greet me at the door. Your cat Oscar is a very friendly tomcat; he even arched his back for me to pet him. He was hungry and ate up all his food in no time. I petted him some more, and he started to purr. When I left, he was all curled up on your couch and still purring.”

“I’d be purring too if a beauty was petting me.”

“Jeff, you are incorrigible and beyond reform.”

Kat said those words, but she also smiled. From her reaction, I could tell that she honestly liked my remark but wouldn’t acknowledge it.

I remained planted on her couch for most of the evening and lay on my stomach or left side. I felt the soothing effects of the lotion gradually ease my itching discomfort. I couldn't help but appreciate how she always knew how to make me feel better, even on this toughest day. We played a few games of backgammon, but overall, we enjoyed each other's company.

She had claimed that calamine lotion would help control itching and applied more of it on my wounds before going to bed.

Upon seeing my butt again, Kat snickered in a questionable way.

"Nice full moon, except for the big red bullseye where the Eagle has landed; I mean the Bee." She remarked.

"Ha, ha, very funny. Although my backside does feel like a rough and cratered moonscape."

Grinning, Kat said, "Alright, mooner, nevertheless, you're looking better, and your vital signs are normal. Sleep tight; a toothbrush and toiletries await you in the bathroom. Call me if you need anything more."

Thereafter, Kat leaned over and gave me a sweet kiss right on my lips. I grabbed her arms and pulled her back for a longer second kiss. Afterwards, holding her at arm's length, I looked into her hazel eyes. Those expressive eyes of hers were big and fiery.

"Thank you, Kat. Thanks for everything!"

She was beaming and had that intense look on her face. Yet, she simply squeezed my right hand and walked away without saying anything. I was aroused and had considered leaning in for a third kiss, although I knew that would probably have led to me doing something I would likely regret.

She had said, "Call me if you need anything more."

Well, I didn't need anything more, but I wanted more. Her goodnight kiss had me so excited I sat there for several minutes reliving the warmth of her lips against mine. Each moment we shared replayed in my mind, igniting a longing that I couldn't escape from; even when I got up to get ready for bed on her couch, she was on my mind.

Walking down the hall to the bathroom, I haphazardly looked to my left and caught a glimpse of a bedroom door halfway open. Light spilled into the hallway, and I felt a pull, a curiosity that urged me to step closer and look inside. Oh, my goodness, I had no idea finding out where Kat's bedroom is would be so exciting. Instantly, my mouth went dry, my eyes popped out, and my cock jumped up.

There was Kat sitting naked in front of her vanity putting on night cream or something. I could see the small of her back and the top of her sexy bubble butt in an open part of the chair's backrest. Reflected in the mirror, I saw her front's titillating image above her navel, including her lovely face and fabulous boobs. I could easily make out her perky pink nipples too.

I stood there, gawking at her, and it brought back memories of our first encounter on the patio. She looked breathtakingly gorgeous, making it difficult to look away. The way she moved, even in the simple act of applying lotion, entranced me, drawing me into a moment that felt both intimate and risky. Her fully tanned body, illuminated by the bright glow of the vanity, enhanced her sexiness as she concentrated on her skincare routine. As I had suspected, she has been sunbathing nude, resulting in no tan lines.

Holy smokeshow, I so badly wanted to fondle her sexy body and jump her bones right then and there.

Kat sat there on a wooden chair and continued to slowly rub in her face and body lotion. Even though I noticed her reflection glancing in my direction several times, never was there any indication that she noticed me watching her. She appeared to be nonchalantly in her own world. She looked totally innocent while moisturizing her skin and preparing for bed.

I mouthed, “Wow.” Several times.

I couldn't resist being a naughty voyeur. I wished that my hands could replace hers as they traveled over her silky skin and seductive curves. Still, I had butterflies in my stomach from the excited anxiousness of the situation; I must have been wearing a priceless expression on my face.

Had Kat just been careless in leaving her door open, or was she privately showing me many of her physical wonders on purpose? I knew that she likes to sunbathe in the nude and doesn’t seem ashamed about doing it. Perhaps Kat even gets a thrill from knowing the kind of effect her nude body has on a man like me. Definitely, her behavior had aroused speculation on my part (no pun intended), although, to be truthful, my main male part was firmly speculating (oxymoron be damned). Anyway, I hoped her actions were intentional, but there wasn’t any way to tell.

If she wanted to expose herself to me and appear without fault, this was the perfect way: the immaculate tease.

I was exponentially surprised when Kat began to further spend more and more time applying lotion to her boobs. At first she teased and caressed her nipples and then graduated to blatantly stroking them. Her nipples rapidly grew harder, longer, and pinker. Her fingers started to twist and pull each nipple with more force. Then her tongue came out, and she fervently licked and sucked them with increasing vigor.

Her face had acquired a wanton glow of unrestrained delight from the pleasure coursing through her nervous system. Watching her playing with her tits only whetted my appetite to see her do even more sensitive touching.

Watching her tongue roll back and forth over her nipples was driving me wild. I began to play pocket pool with my balls and massage my fully engorged personal cue stick, which was nestled in my shorts. I wanted so badly to take it out, but I didn't dare.

Just when I didn't think things could get any more erotic, I saw Kat's left hand travel down to her pussy. I couldn't see exactly what was going on in front, but from behind I saw her legs spread out wider and her left arm moving slowly up and down in between them. There seemed to be unacknowledged tension in the air. The feeling intensified with each passing second, and I couldn't resist wondering what it would be like to have my cock embedded in her precious pussy.

I was growing increasingly impulsive and tempted by this alluring woman. The outline in my shorts was unmistakable, and my heart raced at the thought of giving in to my sexual desires. To make that bold move I had thought about doing earlier. No guts, no glory! Yet, if I invited myself in to satisfy my wants, that could/would ruin our relationship forever. I was supremely tempted, but reasoning stopped me; thank God.

Even so, I wanted to watch Kat get off more than anything; this wish of mine erased all other concerns. I didn’t have to wait for long.

The up-and-down movement of her left arm continued to feverishly intensify, along with her right hand's pinching of her nipples. Her legs spread out to their maximum width, her back arched, her neck straightened up, her facial expression contorted, her eyes blinked uncontrollably, and her mouth opened up wide. I witnessed her wiggling and wobbling in the chair as an all-encompassing orgasm took over her body. She let out a couple of soft moans and deep breaths but remained mostly quiet. She continued to vibrate from the intense orgasmic pleasure for several minutes.

I was hypnotized by Kat's beguiling body and sensual display. Observing her orgasm was absolutely magnificent and intoxicating. It was an awe-inspiring sight to behold. In my opinion, an orgasm is a natural release of joy, love, and all good feelings. I only wished I had been the one to give it to her.

I could have easily cum in my shorts, but because I was worried about getting caught, I managed to somehow control myself. I presumed that the consequences of spying on her while she was masturbating would be far more severe than merely observing her being naked. Towards the end, I started to feel guilty about peeping at her. I wasn't exactly proud of myself for spying, but watching the display of her amazing sexuality was worth prison time.

Far more than being worried about any legal trouble, I was increasingly concerned about offending her. At that point, I believed that she would strongly resent my flagrant invasion of her privacy, potentially ruining any hopes I had for a future with her. Therefore, I was determined to avoid detection.

Before she recovered from her climax, I carefully backed away from her partially open door, ensuring that no sound would give away my presence. As I retreated into the shadows, my heart pounded, torn between the thrill of what I just eyeballed and the fear of what my actions could mean if she had spotted me.

I remained incredibly turned on and sneaked into the bathroom, where I swiftly pulled out my hardest-ever hard-on. My cock shaft was dark pink, and my leaking cockhead was bluish in color. I rapidly encased my boner inside some bathroom tissues and began to slide it in and out of their softness. The lush feeling and fresh images of Kat flashing through my brain had my cock ready for action in no time. I only needed six or seven strokes with my right hand before my overly excited member gushed out stream after stream of hot cum.

When I came out relieved and ready for sleep less than 10 minutes later, Kat’s bedroom door was still open, but all the lights were off. No doubt, by leaving the door open, she trusted me more than I trusted myself.

Later that night when I got up to take a piss, I saw Angel emerge from her bedroom. I figured that must be why she left the door open, or was it? Is it possible that Kat gave me an erotic show to positively remember her while making it appear unintentional?

Because, when it comes to innocence, “You can’t have your cake and eat it too!” And when it comes to libido, “Just looking at water has never quenched a thirst.” I was extremely thirsty!

The story will continue in Part Three. Intense swelling eased by my nursing pro.