As Kat wrestled with the awning for her stall, she cursed how exposed her allocated space was in the square. Packing up was supposed to be the easy part, but the wind that had appeared out of nowhere made everything a struggle.

Mark walked across the square toward Kat's pitch. As he did so, a sudden gust lifted Kat's awning into the air, and it was halted when it made contact with Mark in a glancing, but thankfully harmless, light manner.

"It's not like me to be in the right place at the right time, but I'm claiming that one," Mark said, helping Kat gather her awning to load it into her van.

Kat and Mark decided that the circumstances made introducing themselves to one another appropriate, after which Kat's personality took over the conversation.

"I'm glad I went for trousers instead of a skirt today. I never wear knickers to work," Kat explained, feeling pleased that the situation was under control and that she could continue her cheeky banter.

As Mark laughed at Kat's remark, he noticed her expression change and heard a voice calling from behind.

"Where am I taking you after work, Kat?" a man shouted.

Kat had no intention of going anywhere with Dave. His repeated offers had been amusing but had turned into a nuisance.

"Did the market grapevine let you down? Mark's my new fella and I'm about to take him places you'll never get near," Kat said with a defiant glare.

Kat realised that leaving the scene would be wise, so she grabbed Mark's arm and ushered him to the passenger seat of her van. She had to concentrate on manoeuvering the van out of the square, but as soon as she accomplished this, Kat felt it was probably a good time to speak to her bewildered passenger.

"Firstly, I'm not a lunatic. So far, my awning's nearly taken you out, I've told you I'm not wearing any knickers and I've bundled you into my van which I appear to be driving home with no idea where you live. Did I miss anything out?" Kat asked with a roar of laughter.

"I think you forgot the bit about me being your new bloke, but as long as you're telling the truth about your knickers, I'll let you off," Mark replied with a smile.

Kat wasn't surprised by Mark's casual dismissal of the chaos he was involved in or that he had used humour to do so. She felt a serious discussion was probably unnecessary and chose to raise an issue she thought was best addressed sooner rather than later, maintaining the style of everything that had come before.

"Blokes like my stalker, Dave, would never get this, but for some weird reason, a voice in my head is screaming to me that you will. If I want to run the show, it's not because I want to indulge in their fantasy; it's just that I happen to think I know what I want better than they do. I don't get off on calling the shots, but if I'm horny, I need someone who gets what I'm saying. I'd take that over an arrogant self-appointed 'expert' every time," Kat said, eager to know if her intuition had proved correct.

"Your obedient and baggage-free passenger is at your service, Ma'am," Mark replied.

Mark's response arrived as Kat turned the car into her parking space outside her flat. They may not have been the most explicit words Kat had ever heard, but few had ever aroused her so quickly and powerfully as Mark's had done.

As Kat ushered Mark through the door to her flat, she felt a sense of anticipation that few could understand. The only other person who needed to had done so, and nothing else mattered.

Kisses on the lips, bedroom, undress, further kisses as directed," Kat said, laughing, as Mark prepared to work on the first part of his duties.

Kat's delight at Mark's lips against hers stemmed entirely from his willingness to press them there without question, rather than from his expertise. Her pleasure centred on him keeping them in place until told otherwise. Feeling this turned on by something so simple? That was for others to find unusual. She was too engrossed in her escapism to be concerned with such trivialities.

"Bedroom!" Kat said theatrically, once the kisses had fulfilled their purpose and filled her thoughts with the next part of her plan.

"I know where the phrase 'all going swimmingly, so far' comes from," Kat laughed as she beckoned to Mark to follow her.

Having moved to the bedroom, Kat and Mark quickly finished the undressing phase of the plan and walked over to the bed, accompanied by mischievous laughter.

When Kat called out, "Nippy kisses, please," it required no further explanation, and Mark gently pressed his lips onto the intended target to demonstrate this perfectly.

Once Mark's lips and tongue had begun to fall on Kat's eager nipples, she sighed and giggled with contentment. Feeling his erection beating against her leg was an added delight for Kat, Knowing he shared her excitement brought its joy as well.

Just as had been the case with those that had fallen on Kat's lips, Mark's kisses on her nipples gradually gathered in intensity. Knowing they did so in a situation free from impending awkwardness gave them an exceptional quality, and the opportunity to enjoy their beauty was one Kat was in no rush to suspend.

"I think I need to stir things up downstairs," Kat said with a smile, reminded once again of how her current pleasure was free from the expectations of others that had often spoiled matters previously.

As Kat's touch confirmed how aroused she had become, the pleasure of what had caused it lingered firmly in her thoughts. A gust of wind? Unwanted attention? A hastily organised exit? Occasionally, things fell into place almost perfectly.

Kat's body was hot with excitement, as her busy fingers combined splendidly with Mark's attention. Mark's kisses on her nipples had played a significant role in Kat's increasing pleasure, while her thoughts centered on additional ways he could enhance her experience further.

"Rub your cock over my tits, please. I'd really like that. I think I know what will happen when you do. I hope it does," Kat said, her entire body shaking with laughter as she spoke excitedly, and stroked her engorged clit.

Mark swiftly positioned himself, kneeling beside Kat as she sensed the growing rhythms of arousal within her.

Once Mark had begun to caress Kat's breasts with his cock, her desire to feel it empty upon them was overwhelming. Kat's pleas for increased efforts to speed up were a response to signals from her body and the hope for a boost to push her over the edge.

Kat's touch plunged, encouraged by the twitching of Mark's cock, and her bellowed cry demanding Mark cover her breasts with his flow echoed out as he did just that. This elicited a groan from him and a scream of joy from Kat as her climax ignited powerfully around her body.

Kat's joy at the onset of her release escalated, as she felt Mark's orgasm shoot onto her waiting body. Groans, moans, cries, and giggles of pleasure rang out as surges of erotic adrenaline raced through their minds, and they writhed together excitedly.

Kat and Mark extended their moments of pleasure for as long as possible. They worked diligently on this task and were rewarded with an experience that met and surpassed their expectations.

Kat smiled and laughed as her body glowed with the power of her climax. Mark also celebrated the experience similarly, demonstrating how much their views on what mattered were aligned.

The sounds of Kat's ongoing delight were enough to excite further and arouse Mark. He knew explaining this would be difficult, but he was sure Kat understood.

Kat's joy was complete when she realised that Mark felt the same satisfaction as she did. This understanding allowed her to savour the ongoing waves of release exploding throughout her body to the fullest extent. Unexpected, just what she needed, and all in the name of fun; it was a triumph in many ways.

After their first encounter, Kat and Mark agreed to seek escapism together whenever opportunities arose. They never regretted that decision. Even Dave eventually recognised that he was surplus to requirements.