(To read this from Kate’s Point of View, click here.)
It’s been building for a few weeks now. I’ve had an itch. Not a literal itch, but a figurative one. One of those itches you just can’t seem to scratch.
It’s not itchy, this itch. More like a buzz. In fact, the only thing I can think of that might come close to describing it is a hum. It’s an electric hum, and no matter how much I
rub … eh… scratch… my itch, it doesn’t seem to go away. In fact, it only gets worse.
Kate had done everything she could to take care of this for me, but it just wasn’t going to be that easy.
But then she had an Idea. And that Idea turned into a Plan.
Kate thought she might know the source of my itch, and we set out a few days ago to scratch it.
When I got up out of bed the other morning, Kate was (as usual) already up and about, drinking coffee and surfing the web. Usually I find her like this in a chemise and thong, or babydoll, or teddy, or whatever she wore to bed the night before.
She usually waits for me to awaken, we have coffee, and then shower together. There isn’t anything in the world that can start my day as well as being thoroughly bathed by my lover.
So I was a bit confused and a lot disappointed to find her already dressed that morning. I still had the itch, the hum, and I wanted nothing more than to try again to scratch it. Which is exactly what I told her.
Kate was reclined in the office chair, strappy heels up on the desk and keyboard in her lap. It’s how she surfs. She smiled and took her feet off the desk one foot well before the other, making sure that I got a good look to see that she was all breezy under her mini-skirt.
Seeing the tops of her stockings clipped into a garter belt certainly didn’t help. The hum spread right through me in an instant. Delicious torture that I wanted to end immediately.
Kate got up and stepped toward me, and as I moved to meet her kiss, she reached up behind me and wrapped her hand in my hair and kissed me harder than she ever has. I think I nearly passed out.
Without warning, she whipped me around and started me out the door towards the bedroom. She didn’t have to coax much. When we got to the bedroom, I threw myself onto the bed, ready and willing, waiting for her to follow.
Kate has this certain smile. It’s a knowing smile, like she’s hiding a dirty little secret, and she’s not ready to tell you what it is. For the second time in five minutes, I saw that same smile.
“Uh-uh” she half whispered. “Get dressed.”
She pointed out some clothes she had laid out for me, laying over the back of the chair in the room. Then she turned and walked out, closing the door behind her.
Kate can be quite maddening sometimes. In a good way, of course, but still maddening.
I pouted for a minute or two, and then got back out of bed and looked at what she had laid out. It was pretty similar to what she was wearing; black mini, white silk button-up, black seamed stockings and lace garter. And of course I was going all breezy under my skirt, too.
And my heels. My heels that Santa brought. The highest heels I’d ever owned, black and strappy. I hadn’t had a good excuse to wear them yet, though I’d worn them around the house a few times for practice… and of course to bed more than once. Santa loves my heels, too. She loves it when I dig them… well that’s another story.
I showered quickly, then went ahead and put on the garter and stockings, the skirt and heels, and decided on a quick but careful make-up job. I got my hair all straightened out and slipped on the silk blouse.
Dressed to kill at 9 AM. But still the need. I could feel the hum to my fingers and toes. It ran up and down my spine like a feather, ticklish and persistant, just out of reach. I thought it would start running out of my ears if I didn’t do something to relieve the pressure soon.
But Kate was waiting, so out to the living room I went. Kate already had the keys in hand, and we traipsed outside and hopped in the car.
I asked where we were going, knowing I wouldn’t get an answer. I was right. Just that smile. The whole way to the beach, I was fidgeting in the car like a ten year old kid. The slight engine vibration was making things worse, and I squirmed every way I could to make it stop.
Kate drove right past our usual spot, and on up the beach for several miles, ’til we were almost at the end of the island. This far out, there’s not much development. There are still houses with a reasonable amount of room around them, and even a bit of privacy. Kate pulled into one of the driveways, and parked. Without so much as a word, she popped the trunk, pulled out two suitcases, and headed for the front door.
I skittered along behind her, admiring the view a bit, and barely even noticed that she had a key and let us right in.
Sometimes I like Kate to be in control. I like for her to tell me what to do, and I like to feel like her personal property. Sometimes, I need to be the dominant one.
This was one of those times.
She never even got the key out of the lock, never closed the door, never had a chance to tell me what was going on.
I needed, and I took. Right there in the doorway.
I probably should have checked the living room out first, because I suddenly had an audience. A very handsome young man had come out of nowhere, and was standing in the hall watching with a big grin on his face. Kate couldn’t see him. She was on her back, and well… there just wasn’t much of anything Kate could see, actually.
He didn’t seem to mind, and I didn’t really care, to be perfectly honest, so I didn’t miss a beat. It didn’t scratch the itch, but it quieted it down a bit. A little relief, at least.
I leaned back on my heels when I was done, and savored the moment for a while. I was breathless, and feeling a little weak, and tried to get up off my knees a bit too quickly. I nearly stepped on my lover’s arm, and then nearly tripped trying to unstraddle her.
Kate’s make-up was a mess, which started me giggling, and the young man started laughing. Kate swivelled her head around to see who it was above her head, then smiled and purred, “Hello Jake” in her very best sex-kitten voice.
“Hello Mistress Kathryn.”