The pen name should say it all. The things that happen in my stories are at best, unlikely. To me, that's the whole point of fantasy. I'm writing to get you hard or wet, whichever is appropriate. If that's your sort of reality, then step inside. Please vote and comment, because that's what keeps me writing.
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Kitty let her butt sway just a bit more as she walked up the sidewalk. Old man Barnes whistled again when she looked back over her shoulder to toss her honey-blonde hair and wink at him. He creeped out most of the girls, but Kitty knew he was harmless. She was dressed to kill in a form-fitting blouse and skirt, so she would have been disappointed if he hadn't noticed her when he came out to fetch his paper.
Giving him a little thrill now and then was well worth it whenever she ran out of her favorite perfume. The old man's son sold the fragrance, so she hadn't paid for it in a couple of years — except with a wiggle of her butt or jiggle of her boobs.
Kitty could hear the irritation in Mr. Anderson's voice when she walked in the door to find him on the phone.
"Sarah — no. Look, just forget it. I don't need the support money, anyway. I need to get going to work. Bye."
He hung up the phone and said, "Sorry about that, Kitty."
"It's okay. I've only met her once, and she made me mad, too," Kitty responded as she headed toward Jack's door to wake him up.
He laughed. "She has that affect on people."
Kitty glanced back over her shoulder with a shiver as he walked into the kitchen for his morning coffee. She had no idea what he'd seen in his bitchy ex-wife, but knew that the woman was an idiot for giving him up. He was devilishly handsome, strong, funny, and had a lot of money.
She'd heard whispers about drug use, which were probably true, considering that he had custody of their son, and she hadn't bled him dry in the divorce.
Mr. Anderson was already off to work as usual by the time she had Jack up and ready for school. Once Jack woke up, he was bouncing off the walls, and Kitty knew that his teachers were going to have their hands full today. He was a sweet boy with his father's blonde hair, and she had little doubt that he would be just as much of a charmer when he grew up.
Kitty put Jack on the bus, and then went back inside to fetch her purse. The door to Mr. Anderson's bedroom was open, and Kitty bit her lower lip as she considered it. She hadn't skipped out of class at community college in months, and the whirlpool tub in the master bath was calling to her. Contrary to her name, Kitty loved the water — especially powerful jets of it, aimed just right.
With a wide grin spreading across her face, she locked the front door, and pulled out her cell to tell her ride to go without her.
Kitty stripped down while the tub filled, tingling with anticipation. She then felt the towels on the rack by the shower, and found one that was dry. A quick tumble through the dryer after her bath would hide any evidence that she'd snuck a treat in the tub.
The tub seemed to take forever to fill as she stood next to it, impatiently tapping her foot. Finally, it was ready.
Kitty eased into the tub, panting as she adjusted to the heat of the water. A long sigh escaped her as she settled into a seat and reached for the controls. The jets turned on, drawing a chuckling moan from her as the water caressed her body.
It took only a minute or two of soaking in the hot, roiling water before her arousal surged. Kitty caressed her firm young breasts, and squeezed the stiff pink tips. One hand glided down her body to her bare-shaven pussy, and she gasped as her fingertips tickled her need.
She couldn't wait any longer. Kitty spun around and held on to the edge of the tub, finding the right position in moments. It was second nature now, after a couple of times experimenting.
Kitty purred as the jets perfectly buoyed her breasts and tickled her nether lips. The rest of the jets curled around her body, the bubbles tickling her as they rose through the water.
Soon enough, she needed more. Kitty cranked up the power of the jets, and let out a little yelp as the streams of water pressed harder against her. Little rocks of her hips pushed her pussy down on the stream shooting between her legs, letting it penetrate deeper, as well as strumming her folds and swollen clit.
Kitty whimpered as she felt the itch building behind her mound. Small moans and gasps bubbled from her lips as the water touched every part of her. Her fingers found the controls again, and she twisted the dial to its maximum setting.
Kitty's cry warbled as the water took her with relentless force. A tiny shift of position sent the powerful jet of water between her legs deep inside her. She stiffened, her body trembling from the feeling of the water plunging into her pussy, vibrating her labia, and assaulting her clit.
Inarticulate sounds of ecstasy roamed up and down the scale of pitch, and volume, accompanying the swelling bubble of orgasmic energy inside her. The strength of the stimulation from the water jets kept her on the edge, building the need to come inside her, but numbing her enough that she never quite reached the point of no return.
Kitty's eyes snapped shut, her breathing now nothing but rapid pants that barely drew in enough air to keep her vision from dimming. Her body screamed for release, the pleasure now tinged with the pain of denied need. On and on it went, torturous bliss that tightened her flushed face and caused her fingers to curl into claws.
Kitty's orgasm exploded through her, her body lurching backward in the water from the shock. An ear-piercing shriek filled the room as she fell back. Every whorl of water that touched her set off a new shockwave. The thrashing of her body caused the water to lap up to the top of the tub.
Her climax ended much as it had began, with a lightning bolt of ecstasy shooting from her pussy, up her spine, and into her brain. Kitty blindly fumbled through the water, her eyes still pinched tightly closed, and managed to slip between the terrible — wonderful — jets of water. Aftershocks still shook her as she struggled to the edge of the tub to hang her arms over the side for support.
After what felt like an eternity, she managed to twist the dial to turn off the jets. She still tingled and twitched from the current of pleasure traveling through her body in waves, causing her to whimper between gasps for air.
Kitty finally settled from her orgasm with a long, purring moan. She lay her head down on the edge of the tub to catch her breath, and shivered in the sweet afterglow of her orgasm.
Chills continued to take control of her body through the whole process of hiding the evidence of her secret pleasure. A last little shiver passed through her as she left the master bath, dressed once more, and wearing a dreamy, satisfied smile.
Just as she was about to leave the room, something caught her eye. A pair of headphones on an odd stand sat atop the chest of drawers on the opposite side of the bed. Intrigued, Kitty walked over and examined them. A quick glance at the TV revealed a companion piece plugged into the headphone jack, confirming her suspicion that the headphones were wireless.
"Nice," Kitty said in a soft voice, and then she noticed that the top drawer was open about an inch and a half. She bit her bottom lip and looked around as her curiosity prodded her, encouraging her to snoop.
