At one o’clock, we pulled up in front of Floyd’s shop.  He has a variety of clothes from the thrift side to those on consignment.  Most of his stock is quite nice.  When we walked in, Floyd gave Cathy a funny look.

“My Christmas present,” I smiled and squeezed Cathy.  “Floyd, meet Cathy,”  I said proudly.

“Carl, she needs my help.  The sweats and size twelve tennis shoes just ain’t getting it,”

“Cathy, look through the clothes and other things Floyd has.  Get whatever you want.  Start to build your new wardrobe.  Is the coffee ready, Floyd?”  I asked.

“You bet. Make yourself at home while she depletes my stock,” he chuckled.

Cathy carefully went through the items that interested her.  It was fun seeing the smile on her face.  After about forty-five minutes, she brought her cart to the checkout.

“Is this okay?”  she asked sheepishly.

“Okay, no – perfect, yes,” I was smiling – so was Floyd.

“Okay, Floyd, warm up your calculator.  Let’s assess the damage.”  I love kidding him.

“Carl, how about fifty bucks?”  he said sheepishly.

“What kind of cheap calculator are you using, man?  I’ve got an Abacus at home that is more accurate than that.  Here, I think this is more like it,”  I handed him a C note.

“Carl, no wait, seriously.  This is too much.  Maybe sixty but not a hundred,”  Floyd was shaking.

“Take it or Cathy puts it all back.  You drive a hard bargain, Floyd,”  I put my hand out to him.

“Carl, you have been too good to me. Let Cathy have the clothes—they’re from Santa Claus,”  he said, shaking.

“You’re a good man, Floyd.  We’ll see you again soon,”  he put the C note in his pocket and helped us put the clothes in the car.

When I went to open the car door for Cathy, she was hiding something behind her back.

“Carl, please. It’s just a little one,”  she said, bringing her hands from behind her back. She was holding a small battery-operated Christmas tree.

I looked at the twelve-inch symbol of the season and smiled. “It’ll look good in our front window, Kitten,”  Cathy said, jumping into my arms and kissing me.

Our next stop was Simpson’s Drugs.  We walked into the store, and just as sure as there is day and night, Louisa was behind the counter.  She looked at us with a confused expression.

“Louisa, meet my Christmas Present, Cathy.  Her apartment doesn’t have any heat, and she forgot her makeup.”  Louisa shook Cathy’s hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, Cathy, and I don’t believe his malarky for a second.  It’s about time he found a lady to keep him in his place.  Carl is a good man, Cathy, but just like all of them, he needs a good woman to keep him in line.  I think you will do quite well. 

I’m very pleased to meet you.  Now, go and find the things you need.  You don’t need makeup, you’re a very pretty young lady, but a man likes to see his woman looking fancy,”  Louisa told Cathy.

“He treats me very well, Louisa,”  Cathy blushed.

“He'd better, or he’ll have me to answer to,”  Louisa teased.

Cathy found the items she wanted, and a couple more because she’s a girl, she informed me.  Cathy has that certain smile and giggle that gets me every time.

We went through the checkout, and Louisa put in a box of Christmas chocolates as a present for us.  As we got ready to leave, the girls kissed each other on the cheek.  Cathy was proud.   

When we got in the car, Cathy looked sad.  She was excited about our shopping spree, but there was something deep inside of her.  Deep in her heart.  I didn’t push it. My thought was to let her talk when she was ready; she has been pushed enough.

I pulled into the garage, and the door was closing, keeping the world away from us.  I started to get out of the car, but Cathy put her hand on my arm.  She was ready to talk.

“Carl, I love you more than life.  You have brought me out of hell and given me Heaven.  Thank you for loving me and letting me get things that please you.  But I can’t get the other girls out of my mind. 

You know what they are going to do tonight.  Maybe someday, somehow, we can give other girls the chance you have given me,” Cathy forced a smile.

“Kitten, I don’t know what to do.  But I will seriously think about it.  Right now, we need to get you on your feet.  The main thing I want you to know is that I want you for my wife.  The other is that I want to bring you into the business, starting as a receptionist. 

Don’t think it’s a cheap position.  You will have full reign over my meetings, correspondence, taking notes at meetings, and if someone tries to get in without an appointment, you can throw them out,”  I waited for her response.

“You want me to be in your office?”  she stammered.

“No, I want you as my right-hand lady. You will be my go-to for anything and everything,”  It almost sounded like an announcement.

“I will do anything you want, Carl.”  Cathy’s voice was pure excitement.  “Even if you want me under your desk,”  She tried not to grin.  Eventually, we burst into laughter.

After her new belongings were in the second bedroom closet, Cathy embraced me and kissed me softly.

“Carl, would you indulge me, please?  I want to give you a surprise, a little thank you.  Indulge me, please?” Her voice was so sultry.

“How can I say “no” to an angelic voice like that?  Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Take your shower first.  I will have the living room set up so you can relax while I make some magic for my man.  Okay?”  She was having a blast.

“Sure.  Sounds wonderful to me,”  I went into our bedroom and started to undress.  Cathy was busy in the other room and came into the bedroom just as I was removing my briefs.

“Ooooh!  I like that.  Now that is a cute ass,”  Cathy approached me from behind and embraced me. 

“Oh, and my goodness.  There is so much to play with,” she said breathlessly as she fondled my cock and balls.

We kissed, and she pointed to the bathroom.  Cathy went into the kitchen.

I showered and shaved, and when I went into the bedroom, there was a robe and boxers on the bed.  A little note said: “From me to the man I love,” and was signed “Love – Kitten”.

I walked into the living room, and Cathy had the drapes drawn and two candles lit.  The CD player was whispering romantic music.  Cathy stood there smiling.  She was so proud of herself.

“Kitten, this is beautiful.  Thank you, this is a wonderful surprise,”  I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her softly.

“Oh, this is just for the atmosphere.  This is the part where I need you to be patient with me, please,”  she giggled.

“Now here is a cold glass of beer.  I will try to hurry,”  she brushed my cheek with her hand.  Her expression was pure love. 

I heard Cathy running the water for her shower, but the door closed on my eavesdropping. I was sipping my beer and enjoying the music.  I heard Cathy moving around in the second bedroom, and then the door to the bathroom closed again.

The bathroom door opened again, and there was more movement in the second bedroom.  I heard Cathy go into the fridge, and bottles of beer clanked together.  She fussed at the sound. 

Cathy walked into the living room – I about lost my mind.  She had done her makeup just dark enough for an evening out.  Her hair was done up in a bun, and she was wearing black heels.  But the kicker was her outfit.  She had on a red and black flannel shirt, unbuttoned, and the sleeves rolled up just below the elbow.  She was a knockout!

“Would my man like a cold beer and a glass?  Let me take that warm beer, now here is a cold glass, and I will pour your beer.  Just enough foam for a gentleman,”  Cathy cooed.

My eyes were wide open, and my cock was taking notice as well.  Cathy bent over to pour my beer – I had to grab her tit hanging right in front of me.  When she stood up, her shirt parted slightly, and her dark pussy hair was just visible.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she teased, “I forgot to button my bottom button.” Her voice was as sultry as an “X” movie.

Cathy looked down at my crotch.  My cock was trying to play peek-a-boo with her pussy hair.  She smiled, bent over, patted my cock head, and dangled her tits in front of me.  I was ready to grab her, put her on the couch, and shove my cock in her.  Cathy had different ideas.

“Now, just sit there and relax.  I’m taking the empty glass and bottle and putting them in the kitchen.

Cathy turned to pick up the empty bottle and glass from the coffee table.  When she bent over, her shirt was pulled up, exposing her sweet, round butt.  It was all I could do to keep from grabbing her ass and shoving my face between her cheeks.

“Is there anything else – Oh Shit!  I’m sorry I spilled some water on your boxers.  I am so clumsy sometimes.  Here, let me try to wipe some of it, oh gee, it appears I am making things worse,”  Cathy stood there with a phony expression of embarrassment.

She was trying to dry my boxers where the water dripped.  Right on my cock.  She was using her flannel shirt tail, but all she was doing was lightly gliding the material over my cock head.

She positioned her neck close to my face.  Her perfume floated through my nostrils and engulfed my brain.  Using her shirt tail to dry the liquid only exposed her tit.  Her warm breath slowly crossed my chest.  My heart was pounding in my chest.  Cathy’s voice trembled.

“Oh, Dear!  I’m afraid this is not working.  I can’t get your boxers dry.  I am going to be in so much trouble.  I know!  Take them off, and I’ll try to dry them another way. 

She tucked her fingers into my waistband and slowly pulled them down.  She eased them over my stiffened cock.  She looked deep into my eyes as she removed them.  She looked at my cock, and smiled, barely licking the tip.

“Oh, gosh, I hope I don’t get a spanking for this.  My owner can be very strict.  Maybe I can do something to make you happy so you don’t report me,” Cathy slowly climbed on my lap, held my face in her hands, and gently kissed me.

The gentle kisses turned to passion.  Our tongues searched for their erotic parts.  Cathy slowly lowered her hips.  When she felt the head of my cock separate her pussy lips, Cathy moaned and sucked my tongue.  She rubbed her hard nipples on my chest as her wet, warm pussy swallowed my throbbing cock.

“Dear sir, please don’t tell my owner, he would spank me, then take me into his office and have his way with me,” I massaged Cathy’s ass cheeks with my hands, then gently gave each one a swat.

“Carl, I love you so much.  You have made every dream of mine come true.  I want to make every dream or fantasy of yours become a reality,”  Cathy pressed her lips against mine. 

She sensually rode my cock.  She sat up so I could suck her tits.  Cathy groaned with desire as I sucked and nipped her nipples.  I moved to suck her other tit, my free hand squeezed her ass cheek.  When I slapped her ass, Cathy let out a high-pitched moan, “I love when you slap me,”  she whispered.

I moved Cathy around so she lay on the couch.  I slid my cock back into her. She looked at me through pleading eyes, “Make love to me, Carl, love me, please love me,” she begged.

I started sliding in and out of her pussy.  Cathy raised her legs toward her tits so my cock could penetrate her deeper.  Every time I shoved my cock into her, Cathy pushed her hips to meet my thrust. 

Her face and neck were flushed, and her breathing was erratic. She traced my back with her nails.  Her brown hair was damp, as was her body.  Her hips shoved against my body as my balls slapped against her tender ass cheeks.

“Now, Carl.  Make me cum,”  she begged.

I put her legs over my shoulders. I grabbed her tit and began sucking them while my cock slammed into her pussy.  Cathy was panting and groaning; her breathing was labored.  She wrapped her arms around me and began to squeeze me.

“OH GOD NOW – YES NOW!”  she cried out as her body squirmed and humped under me.  Her pussy was squirting her warm cum, soaking my cock and balls.

Cathy’s reaction to my humping ignited my balls.  I began shooting stream after stream of hot white cum deep into her pussy.  Cathy groaned with lust as I filled her pussy with cum.

We were exhausted.  My cock was still deep inside Cathy.  Her tits rose and fell as she tried to regain her breathing.  I was panting and sweating.  I strained to support myself on my elbows, but my body wanted to feel hers.

“Lay on me, Carl.  I want to feel our bodies.  Having you inside of me feels wonderful. Now, I want to feel all of you.  I want to feel my tits on your chest and most of all your lips on mine,”  she whispered.

Cathy and I stayed locked together for as long as I could.  When I could no longer stay inside of her, I rolled to lie next to her.  She moved as close to me as she could.  Her eyes, filled with love, looked deep into mine.

“I love you, Kitten,”  we kissed. 

She lay her head on my shoulder and pressed her tits against my side.  Our eyes searched each other’s again. She closed her eyes and rested her head on my shoulder.  She reached for my hand and put it on her butt.

Tomorrow we continue to build on us.

To be continued