The Eye Doctor Calls

Continued from The Eye Doctor....

I thoroughly enjoyed flirting and toying with Dream Doc as I was having my exam, but I didn't expect that he would really call, so I was a bit surprised when he did. Here's how the conversation went:

Dream Doc: Hello, is this Kat?

Kat: Yes. This is Kat.

Dream Doc: Hi! It's Doctor Eyes (not his real name, of course). I was hoping to catch you today.

(That's an interesting way to put it, isn't it?)

Kat: Well, you caught me.

(I know, I know.  It was stupid to say that, but I was still thinking, "Holy shit! He actually called!")

Dream Doc: How are you feeling?  Any residual effects from the dilation?

(Uh oh. My stupid response pushed him back. I'd better open the door for him again.)

Kat: I feel great! No residual effects at all, but I'm really troubled by that.

Dream Doc: Oh?  Why? No residual effects is typically a good thing.

Kat: I know, but I was hoping to have a reason to come back and visit you again.

(Ok, big boy.  The door is wide open.  What are you going to do with it?)

(There was a pause. I could almost hear him thinking.)

Dream Doc: Well, you don't need an eye problem to visit, you know. Would you like to get together for some coffee....or something?

(Good boy! Confident. Quick to the point.  My kind of guy.)

Kat: Sure, that would be great.  What works for you?

Dream Doc: How about tomorrow?

(Ugghh.  That's a problem.  I was meeting JJ for some playtime and then I had a scheduled meeting,)

Kat: Tomorrow is really tough, but I could have 30 minutes at 2:00 if we could meet at the Starbucks on Corner Drive in River City. Do you know where that is?

Dream Doc:  I sure do. I'll see you there tomorrow at 2:00.

Kat: Great! See you then!

The conversation ended, and it was immediately followed by an internal self-smack-down.

Kat, what the hell are you doing! You let a harmless little flirtation turn into something much bigger than it should be.  And you are seriously planning to leave playtime with JJ and go meet another guy for coffee? Really? Why? And you don't know for sure yet that he's married, and you don't see single men, but it doesn't matter because you're not hunting these days anyway! Call him.  Call him right now and tell him you can't. Get out of this before you get in over your head. Do not blow it with JJ. Quit being an idiot.

By the way, that could have been Daunt saying all those things to me.  He's usually the voice in my head when I'm being an idiot anyway.

I decided to call and cancel.  But I didn't - for no good reason.

Then time got away from me and it was "tomorrow."

Playtime with JJ was absolutely delicious.  Over the top amazing. Yes, I will write a post about it for y'all since I've been promising a sex post for a while.

Anyway, I was a little late leaving JJ because, well, you wouldn't want to leave that man a second earlier than you had to, either. ;-)

There was no way I was going to make it to Starbucks by 2:00.  I ended up being 20 minutes late, which meant that I'd only have ten minutes before I had to leave for my meeting.  That was good.  I had an excuse to say hi and leave. I thought, Maybe he left already. Maybe he thought I wasn't going to show so he just left.

No such luck. I saw him immediately when I walked in to Starbucks.  Damn. He had big smile on his face which made him even more attractive. This was going to be harder than I thought.

He gave me a hug to greet me. Mmmm...strong arms.

He said, "When I noticed you were late, I took the liberty of ordering something for you because I know you don't have much time."

So much for saying hi and leaving.  But what a nice thing for him to do.

"Oh?  What did you pick?" I replied.

"No, no.  I'm not going to tell you.  Take a sip and then tell me how I did."

Good approach, Dream Doc, even though it's also risky. You added a little mystery.  A conversation starter. You've done this before.

I took a slow sip. Peppermint Mocha, extra sweetener. How the heck did he know that's my current favorite? Impressive, but a little stalker-like too, don't you think?

"Ok. How did you know?" I asked with a suspicious smile.

"Just lucky, I guess," he said, smiling back.

I decided to sit down.  I wasn't planning on sitting.  Once you sit down you're committed to stay for a bit, probably longer than you want, but I was intrigued now.

We chatted for a few minutes.  He was charming, funny, smart - everything I like. There were sparks.  No, there were fireworks.

Soon it was time for me to go. I thanked him for the coffee and started to leave.  He offered to walk me to my car. We talked as we walked out, and when we got to my car, I turned to say goodbye and he reached for a hug so I reciprocated. That's when it happened.  The kiss. Deep, wet, perfect kiss.

I lingered longer than I should have, then I pulled away and said, "I'm really sorry, but I can't."

"I'm sorry," he said. "I know you're married, but I thought...."

"Oh, this has nothing to with my husband, but there's someone else...and I can't..... I'm sorry for being such a flirt. That was wrong."

"It's ok. I get it," he said. "It was kinda fun. Still, it was very nice meeting you, and spending a little time with you.  Can I call again sometime? Maybe things will change...?"

I laughed. "You sure are tempting! But no, it's not going to change. At least I hope it doesn't."

I gave him another hug, said goodbye, got in my car, and drove away.

As I drove the few blocks to my meeting, I thought about Dream Doc, and Hubby, and JJ......Geez. I am such a fortunate woman. I've had some pretty amazing men in my life.

Then it hit me.  I'm going to need another eye exam in a year or so. ;-)

Good with His Hands

I felt his hand slide under the covers and between my legs.

"Ooo. Naughty girl," he whispered just before he kissed me.

"No," I moaned back in between kisses. "I'm a good girl."

He smiled into our kiss and pressed his fingers into my wetness and found my clit.

We had only been in the room for a few minutes.  I had stepped into the restroom first to freshen up when we got there. When I came out, I noticed that he had already drawn the curtains closed and pulled the covers back on the bed. Then he stepped into the restroom.  While he was in there, I pulled off my pants and panties and got into the bed, pulling the sheet up to my waist. When he came over to the bed and started kissing me and sliding his hand under the sheet.....well, let's just say that he enjoyed the little surprise.

And so did I. I love a man who's good with his hands, and D was definitely good with his hands. He told me before we met that the time would go by quickly and there would also be times when time would stand still.  Now, I knew what he meant.  As he kissed me, whispered naughty things in my ear, and did magical things to me with his fingers, time stood still.  There was nothing but that moment....and him....and pleasure.
I don't know how many times I came then.  I stopped counting at four.

Eventually, I stopped him and I sat up and turned toward him as he stood next to the bed. He took off his shirt while I unfastened his belt and his pants. I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth and started sucking it slowly. I felt his hands on my head, fingers in my hair as he started slowly pressing his hips forward. I loved the sexy, guttural moan that escaped from him every time I took him deep and swallowed.

But then he pulled back, taking his cock away from me.  I whined and looked up at him.

"Not yet," he said. I whined a little more.

He climbed onto the bed and I got up onto my hands and knees. My pussy and thighs were drenched, and I felt my pussy quiver a bit as he grabbed my hips and started sliding his hardness inside me from behind. We both sighed audibly at that amazing sensation of first penetration.

As he started thrusting, he said, "I knew we would fit together well."

He was right. Sometimes the first time with someone can be awkward and forced, but this felt natural, perfect - and he felt so damned good inside me.

I couldn't answer.  I just pushed back against him and let the pleasure come.

After he came, he rolled onto the bed next to me, and I curled up next to him.

We talked. As we talked, I kissed his chest, licked his nipples, and ran my hands up and down his body, feeling his belly, chest, arms. It felt like an opportunity to get to know him in another way. I remembered what he looked like when I first met him at Starbucks. Tall, handsome, intoxicating smile, gorgeous blue eyes. I enjoyed talking to him there while he was fully clothed, but I enjoyed talking with him here, too, where it was more relaxed and we had just connected on another level.

After a while, we noticed that the hour was getting late. Before we left though, he wanted to finish up with that blow job we started while he was standing next to the bed.

"I'd love to," I said, as I smiled and crawled to the foot of the bed, nudging my way between his legs.

I looked up at him and gazed into his eyes as I took him into my mouth.....

He didn't stop me this time.

Coffee Break

The text from JJ was simple.

"Coffee?"

The answer wasn't as simple.  I wanted to see him, but it was hard to see him in a public place.  Either I'd have to fight my desire to kiss him and touch him or I'd give in to it - a very, very risky thing to do, especially so close to home.

And then I knew there would be the temptation to find a deserted parking lot on a country road nearby for some alone time, but that would be dangerous during the day, too.

My desire to see him won out, and we agreed to meet at a Starbucks in a town about 10 miles away from me.  It was close enough to get to quickly (and get back from quickly), but hopefully far enough that we wouldn't be seen by anyone I knew.

He met me at my car and was kissing me before I even knew what was happening. Ok, I kissed back.  It was 30 seconds later before I remembered that we were standing outside in a public (and somewhat busy) parking lot in the middle of the afternoon, not far from my home.

I pulled back and said, "We're in public."

"I know," he said, looking sheepish and contrite. "Let's go in and get something to drink."

I looked around when we got inside.  I didn't think there was anyone there I knew, but you never know who might have known my husband and what I look like.

We got some drinks and sat down. I was anxious to see him on the drive over, and I melted when we kissed outside, but sitting across the table from him and looking into his eyes stirred all sorts of feelings - and mostly made me wish that we weren't stuck in a crowded coffee shop. Without even thinking, I reached across the table and took his hand. So what if someone saw me? Not touching him was torture, torture that I determined to be more painful than if someone told my husband they had seen me in Starbucks holding hands with another man.

We talked. He congratulated me on Prowling with Kat's 1 year anniversary.  Yes, it has been a year!  Can you believe it?  I look around online for the sex and infidelity blogs that were started in the past year and many of them are either completely gone or they have gone dark for months.  I am proud of the fact that PWK is still here.

We talked about our holidays, our families, our plans.

In about 30 minutes, I had to leave so I could get back to work without my absence being a big deal. he walked me to my car and we kissed again.....and I melted again, forgetting that we were in public. Yes, I know I'm a bad example, but it was JJ.  He's irresistible. Period.

I took one of the country side roads home so I wouldn't run into much traffic. It was a beautiful day and the sun was on its way to setting, casting long shadows across the fields.  It was magical.  Or was that just the way I was feeling?

It didn't matter because tomorrow I would be seeing JJ again.  But we wouldn't be in a coffee shop then, and I wouldn't have to fight my desire to kiss, touch, and fuck him.

It would be much more than a coffee break then.

Starbucks with Cream - A Naughty Tale

I had known M for several months.  We had met a couple of times for lunch, a couple of times for several hours of hotel room fun, and once for early morning coffee, so when he said he wanted to meet for coffee before work, I assumed that is exactly what it would be - some coffee and friendly chat before work.

I arrived at Starbucks before him.  He was delayed by traffic so he called and we chatted on the phone while he drove.  One of the many things I loved about M was that he was so easy to talk to. Conversation with him seemed natural, like we'd known each other much longer than we had. When he finally arrived, he parked next to me in the parking lot and we both got out of our vehicles to greet each other.

He greeted me with a kiss, as he always did, but not just a normal kiss.  It was one of M's deep, probing, long, wet kisses that said, "Ive been waiting forever for this moment." The first thing you need to know about M is that he's one of the best kissers I've ever met.  Correction - He is the best kisser I've ever met. Whenever he kissed me, I melted.  Anything I was thinking about or planning before that moment evaporated and I became putty in his arms.  And he knew it.

As he was kissing me, he reached behind my head, entwined his fingers in my hair, and firmly pulled my hair, holding me so I couldn't pull away from his kiss. My excitement began to crescendo immediately.  I never understood the connection between pulling my hair and making my pussy wet, but M clearly got it, and he never failed to use it to his advantage.

I think I would have been content to just stand there between our two cars kissing all day, but eventually he pulled away, took my hand, and started leading me into the coffee shop. Inside, he confirmed my favorite coffee order (yes, he remembered) and told me to find a place to sit while he got our coffee.  I picked the nice leather sofa, and curled up in one corner of it while I waited.

Within a few minutes, he had our coffee and he joined me on the sofa, sitting close, our legs touching. We enjoyed our coffee and talked about work, our families, life in general.  And I laughed.  That's the next thing you should know about M. He made me laugh, which I loved.  When work was really stressful, I could count on him to get me laughing and back to a reasonably relaxed state of mind. One of the times we met for sex, we played around and then we just laid there talking and laughing for the longest time. That is still one of my favorite memories.

While we were talking, M started to trace his hand up my thigh - gently, slowly, very lightly.  Then he leaned over to kiss me.  It was another one of those amazing deep kisses of his. I started to lean into it when I remembered where we were.  Starbucks was pretty crowded.  There were people all around us at tables and in line.  I self-consciously started to pull away, but he stopped me with his arm around my back, and he whispered firmly, "Don't you dare pull away from me." I relaxed back into his kiss, deciding to tune out the crowd.  I didn't know anyone there anyway. Then he moved his hand further up my thigh and started rubbing his finger gently on my groin.  I instinctively started pulling back again, but he held me again and said "I told you not to pull away from me...." and I moaned quietly, surrendering. By the time he stopped, I was warm, moist, and distracted.

We finished our coffee and chatted some more before heading outside again. We walked to his car and he opened the passenger door for me.  I got in and he leaned over and started kissing me again. Soon, his hand was pulling up my skirt and sliding under my panties.  I knew better than to pull away, so I opened my legs for him and felt his large strong hand slide over my pussy.  His fingers started probing.  He knew me well enough to know exactly the right spot, the right pressure, and the right speed....and he never stopped kissing me. I completely forgot we were in a parking lot with people coming and going to get their morning coffee.  There was only him, his mouth, and the amazing pleasure he was giving me.  It didn't take long for me to come.  I asked his permission first, as I always did; he granted it and smiled, and I moaned into our kiss while I let go and came for him.

While I adjusted my panties and skirt, he walked around to the driver's side and got in.  He leaned over and kissed me again. I reached down and stroked his very hard cock through his pants.  He looked around.  No, it was much too crowded here. He started the car and drove behind the building. He found a very convenient, isolated spot, parked, pushed his seat back, and unfastened his pants. I leaned over to take his cock into my mouth as he grabbed my hair and guided me down to him. He was already very, very hard.  I licked off the precum and dove right in, knowing that we didn't have much time, certainly not enough time for the teasing I normally liked to do with my mouth.

The first time the head hit the back of my throat, I heard him moan loudly.  I focused on long, slow, deep strokes until his hand on my head and the upward thrust of his hips indicated he wanted more. I let him control the speed and the depth with his hand in my hair.  Faster with shallow strokes, then slower with deeper ones. I swallowed on the deeper strokes, relishing the feeling of his shuddering every time. As he came, he held my head firmly down on his cock; I swallowed eagerly, kissing and licking his cock gently afterward.

After, he leaned forward and kissed me again...Mmmmm...that kiss.....

Then he adjusted his clothes, pulled his seat forward again, and drove us back to where my car was parked.  We kissed again for a few more minutes, chatted some more, and then it was time to go.  We both had to get to work. I got into my car, and we both drove away.  He went his way, and I went mine.

As I was driving to work, I thought every morning should start with Starbucks.