I arrived at the apartment for my monthly morning in Kathy's boudoir. We had an arrangement, and I looked forward to the Second Thursday of each month. I knocked gently and the door opened, and I stepped in.
I was surprised when I turned around and did not see my short red head. Instead a 5'9' brunette stood there. She was youngish (24?), sporting a crew cut, and having a nose ring. She would have looked like a rough dyke had she not been wearing two piece fleece PJs in bright happy colours. Buttons up the front barely restrained her ample and perky bosom.
"Hi", she said, adding quickly: "I am Clara." Before I could ask if I was in the right place (did I get off on the wrong floor?), Kathy arrived with a tray with three flutes. "Mimosa?" she inquired.
Kathy is wearing a something silky, half-see through. Perhaps a kind of sari. It covered her, but left lots of hints as to her pert little form. I loved the material, and sometimes when we were together, it would never be totally removed.
Removing my shoes and coat, I took a glass, and let myself be ushered to the love seat. "To new friends!" Kathy toasts, and we drink.
"Clara is a my new pupil", explains Kathy as she sits down on my lap sideways, her arm around my shoulders,
"I am training her to better appreciate men. She came to me convinced she was gay, and it became apparent she was bi, but didn't know how to enjoy a man, or be enjoyed by one. You will be helping me with that part today, Geoff.", she said to me.
I sip the OJ, and smiled. Kathy had spent a great deal of our time together probing my deepest fantasies. I didn't know what she had planned but my cock stirred.
"Now Clara, Geoff will need a shower. A very intimate soapy shower. Take your time please, don't be afraid to get wet, but you will not permit him to remove the underclothes I dressed you in this morning"
At this, I wondered what was under the fleece. Clara drained her glass, stood up, and motioned for my hand. Kathy gave me a kiss, "enjoy her, don't hold back... not yet", she whispered in my ear, as she slipped off my lap.
Taking my hand, Clara lead me to the bathroom with the stand-up shower. I'd been trying to get Kathy to join me in the shower, but she had always declined, complaining that it was too small for two. In the bathroom, Clara turned me to face the mirror, and standing behind me, undid my pants, and removed them.
Clara folded up my pants, putting them on a shelf in the bathroom, and then she removed her own PJ bottoms. Underneath she wore hot pink vinyl underwear (not a G-string) that covered her legs.
Returning to stand behind me, she removed my shirt, folded it, and then standing in front of me, undid the buttons on her top. As it slipped off, a mesh shirt was revealed, her nipples poking through the mesh. My hands happily found her breasts, and squeezed. She leaned against me, and kissed me, first pressing herself against me aggressively, and then as I wrapped my hands around her ass she melted against me, accepting my embrace.
Finally, Clara broke off the embrace, and turned around to the shower. She turned it on. She took some body soap, and began to lather me up. I was not yet in the shower, I still wore my boxer briefs, now featuring a tent pole inside. Clara lathered the soap down my shorts, circling me slowly.
With one hand down the front of my shorts, and the other grabbing my ass, she guided me forward into the shower, through the spray and against the wall.
With the water running down my back, mingling with the press of her body against my side/back, Clara stroked my soapy cock, and kissed the side of my neck. She pushed my pelvis forward, sliding my now painfully erect cock into her hand, and then squeezed it back.
Clara's other hand, played with me ass, back, and lathered my hair. Soon, I got used to her rhythm, and she varied her hand motions.
"You may cum now", she whispered in my ear. I did.
