Katia

I first saw and liked Katia's AdultWork profile almost a year ago. Her photos showed a nice looking girl-next-door with a deliciously peachy bum and a long "Likes" list that included everything I need. What marked her out though was her personality, which shone from her comments and description of herself, and even more from the feedback posted by men who'd visited her - all of them taking great trouble to describe not just a great fuck, but someone they'd obviously liked and hoped to meet again. They mentioned her sense of humour, the instant feeling of familiarity ("like having great sex with an old friend", someone wrote: another said Katia had mentioned possibly giving it up and getting a boyfriend, adding, "wish it was me"), the feeling they would be happy to meet her any time for a drink and a chat. Through a couple of friendly emails, however, I found that the times she was free were never going to match the times I could make - she also had a part time straight job, she could only have visitors when her flatmates were out at work, her place was a little out of the way for me, etc - and I thought I would never get to meet her.

Then recently I happened to look at her profile again (it's nice to look at), and it had an announcement that she had got her own place at last. The new place was even a little closer. Barely able to believe my luck I got back in touch, and sure enough she could see me the next weekend.

She let me into the hallway with a smile and a friendly kiss. She led me up to her room apologising cheerfully for the clutter which she would clear up once she was more settled in, although it was actually pretty tidy. She had iTunes on her computer and a couple of band posters on the wall, and it turned out we both liked a lot of the same music, particularly the Cocteau Twins, of all things - I thought it was just me that still remembered them. We chatted easily, moving to the bed, occasional brief kisses testing for a reaction, getting one, her fingers slipping under my shirt.

Soon we were kissing more confidently, then passionately, open mouthed sweet tongued hot girlfriend kisses, the kind they tell you escorts don't do. They know nothing. But she's a friend I've fancied for a year, kind of, I just happen to have slipped her some cash - it barely counts. Then my shirt's off, we're groin-grinding, her fingers are slipping down my pants, then she pulls those off and I help her out of her remaining clothes, we're touching and exploring all over, and I briefly admire and lick her cute arse before she makes me lie back and goes down to suck me like an angel.

Then she got up to stand over me on the bed, and gracefully squatted over my face, so I could just open my mouth and put out my tongue to kiss and suck whatever she chose to place there. That has been a fantasy of mine since as long as I can remember, that had never come true until Katia squatted so beautifully over my mouth, on her bed.

Some time later - I've lost track of all we did in the meantime - she slipped a condom on me and mounted me. Somehow I managed to half-concentrate on the Prime Minister's recent tax policy announcements enough to avoid orgasm for several minutes while Katia thrust harder and harder. I tentatively poked first one, then two moistened fingertips into her bottom and she kissed me and moaned more and thrust harder, finally coming for me while - thank you Gordon - I still had more to give. I wish I could make it like this every time. Maybe if I practice more with Katia. I snaked around behind her to kiss her arse, and she generously reached back to part her buttocks for me to stick my tongue up it as far as it would go, which I'd been longing to do since we hit the bed. She even handed me a camera for her private gallery. Then - the ultimate sex act for me, pretty much sacred in my fantasy world - I gently slipped my straining cock very gently into her cute bottom (no sudden movements, always checking she's comfortable, just letting it find its own way in) and we were finally fucking for real.

This is sex, this is really fucking, everything else is just foreplay, I gasped into her ear, bent over her. I know baby, I know, she whispered back, the girl with my cock up her arse. At first she started to thrust back, but she let me steady her so I could work on her at my own pace. I needed to feel the orgasm coming with her around me, feel it break over me like a wave, feel the pulsing cum jets from the tip of my penis into her arse.

Then it had gone and I was just a guy kneeling behind a girl, with his penis in her bottom and freshly emptied balls. Katia reached back tenderly to hold me as she changed position to lie flat on the bed, me on top with my cock still held in her bottom, and we lay there chatting, giggling, holding hands, enjoying the closeness and the sheer taboo naughtiness of what we'd just done together.

Well, I always knew I would like Katia. Now I have a new friend I can turn to whenever I need to be thrilled with passionate kisses and a sexy arse, which I can fuck lovingly to the dreamily ambient soundtracks of the Cocteau Twins. A million kisses, Kat, and I'll see you again soon.