The reception held at my house was, as wakes go, successful. It was a relief when by 4.30 everyone had departed. That is everyone except the young woman, Kate, who had handled all the catering. As guests drifted in after the funeral it became clear that I had underestimated the numbers. I asked Kate who was the representative of the catering company and was handling all the arrangements if it was possible to obtain some extra food and drink. I gave her the use of my office tucked away at the back of the house so she could use the telephone and internet connection to arrange for extra food and drinks. It took her half an hour but the additional requirements arrived within the hour. Later, when the last guest had left I gave her a helping hand storing equipment in her company car. I sympathised with her having to go back to HQ before being allowed to go home. She assured me she didn’t have to return to company premises until the next day. She came back indoors to collect her personal belongings – handbag etc. It had been hot all day and although cooler in the late afternoon, it was still very warm.

“God I’ll be glad to get home and have a shower” Katie assured me.

I had probably drunk more red wine that afternoon than I should but it made me bold enough to offer Kate the use of either of my two showers.

“Ooh! That’s a very provocative offer. I’ll have to think about it. “Then, without pause, “I’ll take you up[ on that offer if you don’t mind.”

It’s not a large house but it has one shower in a bathroom and another, which is a walk-in shower in the en suite. I didn’t offer Katie a choice. Instead, I ushered her into the small bathroom with shower attached to my bedroom. I gave her a fresh towel and told her she could use whatever she wanted in the bathroom, including the body cream. I explained that while she was showering there I would use the other shower, perfectly satisfactory, but over the top of a bath on the other side of the house.

I emerged from my shower before Katie emerged from hers. I was lying on my bed, head propped up and wearing just boxer shorts. She slid back the adjoining door and appeared with just the towel wrapped round her. She didn’t seem in the least surprised to see me there. She smiled.

“I don’t suppose you could find an old pair of boxers to lend me so I don’t have to put on dirty underwear?” she enquired pointing at my boxers, with what looked very much like a suggestive smile.

“Not a problem” I responded, “I have a selection of underwear left here by my daughters when they come to visit. They’re both quite small – about your sort of size – I’ll get them.”

They were stored on the top shelf of the inbuilt cupboard. With a little balancing act I managed to get them down and put them on the bed. I picked up a couple of bras and held them up as offers.

“take your pick” I said waving them and smiling before adding, “From what I can see it’s possible you may think they’re not needed”. She smiled that smile again.

One at a time I held up and displayed the panties, Still rather loose-tongued as a result of the wine, I added “Hopefully you won’t need these.”

Kate looked at me, making sure I clocked the quick gaze at my boxer shorts, ”and why’s that? Did you have something in mind?”

“Well. I was thinking it’s a bit early to be shooting off home. Perhaps you’d like to spend an hour or two together. It’s still pretty warm out there and maybe we could sit out on the terrace and finish off the nibbles and the un-drunk wine?”

“Sounds good. Throw me a pair of panties – OK if I don’t bother with a bra? If we’re outside It’s better I borrow some boxers rather than wear skimpy panties, if that’s OK? And I think I can wear this t-shirt I brought with in case it got chilly. It’s fresh”

Wuth a wry slightly conspiratorial smile I added, “Of course. It all looks good....very good. The shorts and the t-shirt should give you some protection from any mosquitoes that want to attack you.”.

A minute or two later we were sitting on easy chairs in the warm early evening air. We chatted easily, going over the events of the afternoon. I turned the conversation around and asked Katie about herself and how she came to be doing the catering job. I was surprised to learn she was twenty-five. I told her honestly, she looked no older than nineteen. She was small and slim with what looked like smallish tits and a perky looking bum.

“You like ‘em young don’t you?”

“That’s a bit rude. What makes you say think that?”

“When I was in your office earlier you had left this small stack of paper that seemed to have just been printed off and being a nosey creature. I couldn’t resist reading it. It appeared to be a story that involved one of your girlfriends being set the task of describing what she thought would be your favourite masturbation fantasy. Assuming this was your writing you really went to town on a 13 year little dark skinned girl from the Caribbean.”

“Guilty as charged. It was my fault for leaving the story on my desk – right next to the printer wasn’t it. But do remember Katie: one, nobody forced you to read it and two, it is just writing and just writing about a fantasy. You know as well as I know, just about everybody has their little fantasies and probably, as with porn, those fantasies do more good than harm.”

“You mean these are ways people get rid of their bad ideas in harmless ways rather than going out and doing horrid things”

“Exactly”

“You sound as if you know a lot about the way people think. Are you a psychologist or something?”

“No. I’m not a psychologist or something. I’m a counsellor, so sometimes I do refer people to a psychologist”

“And do you write lots of stories”

“Yes. I write for pleasure. Almost all the stories are porn and some of them – the ones I think other people might enjoy reading – I send to a web site where they publish them.”

A silence fell between us, each caught up in our own thoughts. Eventually, I broke the quiet asking Katie if she was shocked by what she had learned about me.

“Oh no, I’m a bit amused. But now, knowing you’re a counsellor, it just makes me want to read more of your writings......

Katie’s sentence dropped away and I decided not to speak. I waited for her to resume. After some thought she clearly reached a decision.

“I think I can be honest with you. You’re a counsellor so you will not mock me or think I’m a silly girl. The truth I want to tell you is that when I was reading your story – the bit I had time to read – I was really turned on. I mean really horny.”

“Are you saying that you masturbated?”

“Yes, I touched myself. As I was reading I remembered when I was just 14 years old and my boyfriend who was much older than me – he was at uni – he took me to his bedroom and he wouldn’t,, , you know”

“fuck you”

“Yes, he wouldn’t fuck me because I was a virgin and only 14. So he persuaded me to masturbate while he watched and then I had to masturbate him. It all sound so very sordid but the truth is I enjoyed every second of it and remembering it it was my masturbation ritual for Gos knows how many nights.”

“And did you lose your virginity to uni boy?”

“No. That privilege you could say went to Waitrose. That’s where mum bought her carrots!”

It was at this point that Katie went rigid, leaned over, elbowed me in the ribs and pointed out to the garden. There, no more than 10 metres away from where we were sitting was a young fawn. This was not the first time this had happened but it was still a pleasant shock, The young animal stared at us ready to bolt if we posed any sort of a threat. Apparently reassured, the animal began to feed on parts of the hedge. We were transfixed. In the quietest of whispers Katie asked if we could get closer. I suggested that if she sat on the far side of the table she would get a better view. We crept round and picking her up under her arms, I lifted her on to the table. She seemed to barely notice that my two hands as they released their grip, stroked across the soft cotton of the t-shirt covering her breasts. Not big, but nicely firm. Five minutes later the fawn skipped fast back through the same hedge from which it had presumably entered.”

It seemed the right moment to return indoors, Katie led the way. She opted for the bedroom. We lay down side to side.. Our faces close together, Katie asked...

“If we have sex can I just be myself – not try to impress you, not pretend – I just want to do what I want to do.”

“Be my guest, ”

Katie announces quietly, “I’m gonna look and touch” “Yes, I guessed right....mmm..... pink and pretty......soft skin.......circumcised......made for tender, gentle fucking not the violent sort. Oh that’s nice – I really like that little tremor when my fingers explore your balls....wonder what’ll happen when my tongue licks them......is it ok I keep stroking?,,, ,, , ”

“Sure. It’s sort of relaxing and exciting at the same time. Do keep on doing it and keep talking to me while you do it.”

Katie’s commentary was anything but continuous.

If I start rubbing it.....like this....will that make you ejaculate?.. .....that’s funny......It looks like it’s saying ‘I’m gonna spit on you.....it’s a bit early for that mister......just a gentle stroke and a tug here and there and now and again.......little bit of a leakage there......makes it a bit smooth and slippery.....mmm,. ..sexy.......is that what this Aqueous Creams’ for on the little table........Ooops, sorry, had to let go for a mo so I could reach it......oh it’s nice, very nice,. . s’all cool and creamy......can slip into any hole like that!”

“Yes Miss Katie, slip into any hole. That’s an interesting thought.”

“Are you thinking what I think you’re thinking. ....You are! You dirty bugger.”

“Oh c’mon Miss clean-as-they-come I think if you’re honest you’ll admit you quite like your sex all down home and dirty.”

“Maybe....a bit..... but there are some things a girl really shouldn’t be doing on her first date with a fella.. ...And.....that’s one of them and..... kindly get your finger out of my arse.”

“It is not in your arse......yet. ...It’s sort of stroking”

“Feels more like it’s exploring with intent “

“And how would you describe what your fingers are doing with my prick?2

2Trying to make it even stiffer by gently stroking it.”

“Pass me the cream....put a dollop on your fingers....now spread it all round my prick and balls....spit on it...loosen it up....”

“Wow. That is nice....very nice....nice and slippery,,, , sexy, dirty slippery, You look like you’re really enjoying that....if I carry on squeezing your prick and your balls so you think it’ll make you cum?”

“Highly likely. For now best wipe it off – all nice and clean.....ready to do whatever you ask it to do.”

“Yes, yes pretty please, yes, put it in my pussy and fuck me.. Go on, put it in. I can’t bear to see it all stiff and twitching...put it in. ...Oh please don’t tease me. I want to feel it in me. Go on,,, imagine I’m that 14 year old Katie dribbling pussy juices opening my legs and begging you....think how lovely and tight that young vagina is, opening up for your thick greedy cock,,, , sucking it in...soaking it with fuck juices...making it all slippery and easy inside this young girl’s little cunt. You see, it’s getting easier, we can hear it squelching. .....no!. ..don’t pull it out... no please. ...keep it sliding in and out....keep fucking me......remember I’m just a little girl and you like to please little girls.....keep fucking. ...It feels like I’m having hundreds of little orgasms......so good......keep fucking. ....keep your little 14 year old Katie happy.....I’m loving the feel of your cock sliding up and down in and out of my cunt.....don’t worry -I don’t mind if you want to come inside my cunt...you can if you want....or somewhere else if you want – on my tummy, or my tits. Or I’ll even let you do it in my mouth if that’s what you want ’ooh that’s so good.....you are being so good to your little fuck pal...fucking her so good......so good.....then maybe later I’ll let you fuck my arse....you’d like that wouldn’t you......I think I might like that as well....think what that’s gonna be like......My little bottom sticking up in the air and your thick cock plunging in and out.......oh God, what you’re doing....it feels so good – I’m squirming in my own juices...so good holding your prick,,, , and rubbing it up and down,,, ,, touching my clit......See,. Go on you hold your prick....use it like a weapon....yes, that’s good. ..I like you slapping it against my cunt....it just catches the tip of my clit.....put it in....please let me watch it again disappearing up my cunt....oH wow...that is so horny....and out.....want more. ...stick it back in....and out....yes fuck me....it’s getting wetter and wetter each time it comes out of my cunt......bring it up here please....let me have one big lick before you put it back in my soaking cunt.....mmmm that’s good.....let me watch again...go on. ... slide this gorgeous, thick piece of flesh back into my wet cunt........I’m dribbling cunt juices all down your prick and on to your balls.....oh baby fuck me.....fuck me silly..., cover your prick in my cunt juices....take it out and show me....I wanna watch it again....I wanna watch it plunge into my cunt...”

“And I want to plunge it into your bum. Turn...I beg you turn,,, , turn on all fours,,, oh Christ what an arse stuck up in the air begging for it..... Here,,, quick,,, let me spread some of the cream all the way along....right up here......and especially round this little hole...

“ Oh fucking hell that feels good...go on push that finger in,,, , ”

“My prick is on fire slippiing up and down your bum crack...wow. ...I’m pulling your cheeks apart and sliding my prick hard against your crack....and,, ,, ,, closing those gorgeous fleshy cheeks...squeezing my prick stuck between them like that and squelching my prick all over the skin on your arse...”

“I can’t see what you’re doing but I can feel your stiff prick sort of raping my arse,,, , just what d’ya think your doing....that’s my...”

“I’m fucking your cunt from behind so it will soak my prick in your juices....like this...ugh....and this,,, , right in....right up your sopping cunt....again...hard right in. ...dribble Kate, dribble juices on me.....YES... back. .feel my finger?”

“Yes. ..you filthy fucker, you’re finger fucking my arse....feels fuckin’ great.”

“I’m watching two fingers. ..nice and comfortable, poking in and out and right up your arse..Now feel this,,, fingers out,,, and penis,, ,, just a little go on Kate. ..you decide how much of it you want. ...go on. ..push back on it. ....that’s it...nice and slow. ...great. ...I ‘m watching it slowly disappear inside your cute filthy seductive dirty filthy arse...yes I’m pushing now...deep in....and out. ...and in,, ,, , feels so good.....how is it?

“Yes, first time but slippery and prodding...poking in and I feel it slip out....not too far!...need it in there....need to feel it fucking me...need to cum with you prick fuckin my tiney little arse hole. Good......yes, very good but......mmm that’s nice.....your fingers all over my cunt....squeeze my clit!. ... yes finger fuck my cunt while your prick fucks my arse and rub my clit,,, , Jesus....that’s so god. ...oh ----faster,,, , go faster. ...go on fuck....fuck faster,,, , squeeze clit,,, , fuck arse....yes, yes...2

“i’m cumming....it’s starting to spurt up your arse....right up inside...2

“Do it! Do it...me too....dripping.... Juices....your cum.....oh sweet fuck, so sweet, so much sex...up my cunt....up my arse”

About15 minutes later, barely anything said when Kate smiled and quietly announced she must be off home.

“I hope you sleep well” I said soft and sincere. Not too sore I hope.”

“Worth it all for a once in a lifetime experience”

“Well you certainly catered very well today. Everybody seemed well pleased and I can’t think of any funeral that has given me so much pleasure.”

“Filthy bastard”

“We’ll have to see if your catering skills can be improved still further when it comes to a wedding”

“What wedding?”

“I think, if you look at the company diary, you’ll see you are back here in about three weeks time to cater a wedding. I wonder what you’ll serve up then?

I