So it's Thursday. My Officer drops me off at home with a kiss, a fondle, and a promise for more. My body is still tingling, both with having known him finally, and again with anticipation.

I have just enough time to get packed up and ready for a week in (*privacy*) for Training (again!) and thankfully there is not enough time to think about the fact I am going with M, will be alone in the car with him for 2 hours, sharing a motel with him (not the room thankfully, just the building) and I try not to picture what he will look like causal and relaxed.

I dare not think what Boss B must have been thinking to send the two of us....seeing I already mentioned to him in a past meeting how I really wasn't comfortable working under those particular conditions with M any longer and could I get a new partner for the Training Missions, and now this. Oy.

The Husband is on his way home, kiddie arrangements taken care of, thongs packed, manuals, check check check. Pace pace pace.

My body still smells of raunchy fulfilling sex. My pussy aches. My breasts tender from lack of attention. Lips bruised. Skin glowing. Hair messed, this one is OK though, it usually looks like this anyhow.

I look like I've just been fucked. I smell like it was with a football team. Enough time for a shower? No, there is his car now, and why is my heart skipping a beat?

The man broke it, has no more claim over it, I am so past him, I am NOT attracted to him any more. So stop thumping like that. Oh shit, and now my mouth has gone dry. The same mouth that was drowning in cum only one hour ago.

He knocks at the door and I am surprised, he seems more the type to honk loud and obnoxiously from the safety of the car.

His eyes don't meet mine as he asks if I need help with any bags. I say no, but do I possibly have time to take a quick shower? 5 minutes tops, promise.

Now he looks up at me. Then down, back up, pauses at my tits, I realize I am not wearing the bra, in fact it is shoved in the back pocket of my jeans, and my nipples are still hard from Mr. Man. He smiles. Takes in my puffed lips, just-fucked-hair, back to my eyes which are now twinkling with 'Ha, another man has replaced your egotistical ass'.

"Goddamnit woman, you smell like a whore coming off a 48 hour shift. Go shower, I'll wait here."
"Well thank you M, I'll be nice and let you sit in the living room, you can even watch TV. See how nice I am?"
"Go shower before I..."
"Before you what M?"

But he says no more. Heart still pounding, I mean, he's in my house for fucks sake, I race upstairs to take a fast shower. I'm going to wash that cum right out of my hair, la la la. And I'm dressed and shoed in ten minutes. Hair still wet of course, face naked, but he's seen me like this before....before and after having sex. Good sex. Passionate sex. Ok, stop Kat or you'll drive yourself crazy. You are OVER this man. Period.

Car ride. I can't stop bouncing in my seat. Hands are all over the place, on the heater, car radio, in my hair, under my thighs, playing with the seatbelt until

"For fucks sake, sit still you're driving me crazy with all that fidgeting. Relax already."

"I can't M, this is way too awkward. I mean, look at us. This is ridiculous. Why the two of us? Why not me and H? She knows how to do these stupid Missions, why did he pick YOU of all people?"

"Katrinha. H is in school, as you know, and there is no one else trained to do what we're doing. It's you and me, now relax. You think I wanted this? If I said no, B told me no Program. This is my only chance to "redeem" myself", so please, let's just get through this so we can get back to normal."

"Normal? As in you ignoring me? Denying my existence? Treating me like shit? That normal? Or normal as in you following me everywhere? 'Helping' me with everything? Talking to me, giving me your undivided attention, teasing me, flirting with me, taunting me, kissing me? Which normal are we talking here M, so I know how to behave appropriately."

"Fuck."

He's pissed. Good. He needed to hear that. No more ignoring me now, what with the car hurtling down the highway at 135 (yikes) and nothing else to distract his attention, except not killing us of course. Silence ensues for a few more kilometers. Then the unexpected.

"Kat, remember when we were....when you were....shit. Remember when we were making love and looking deep into one anothers eyes?"

softly "Yeah."

"Did you feel it?"

He's not looking at me, instead opting to look intently at the road. Is he afraid of my answer? If I'll even remember? How could I not remember that moment? It was the moment I knew he was the one and I was willing to risk everything to hold onto him.

"The connection you mean?" He nods. "Yes M, I felt that. That's why it hurt so bad when you forgot I was alive. Every time you would walk past me without acknowledging me, it broke my heart a bit more, but then I'd remember the way you had looked at me while we were loving one another and it would break even more."

He is silent again. He looks as if he is puzzling out what I said. He looks sad. He looks torn. But mostly sad.

"Kat....

"Kat at that moment I wanted to hold you forever. I knew you were the woman for me. No other woman has been my sexual match and I never thought I'd find one that could keep up with me. Then you came into my life. Your eyes, your body oozing sex, your crazy way of thinking, your mouth, your hands, your pussy. You are perfect. For me.

"And there I was in my house, on my floor, making love to the woman of my dreams, trying not to look at (wifes') paintings, at the baby stuff everywhere, trying to forget we both have commitments, trying to tell myself it was possible to have you and them.

"But I knew then I was lying to myself. The depth of my feelings scared me. Don't you understand that? I was scared. I still am. You haven't changed. I haven't changed. But...but...

"But I can't do both. I am not like you. There is no middle ground for me. It's one or the other Kat and (baby) is too young, I love her too much, I can't leave her.

"And I am in love with you."

Phew. All that. Here I was two months of trying to get over him, trying to at least hate him a little, trying so hard to forget what he did to my brain, my body, my heart. And he says he loves me. Words I had wanted to hear for over a year. But as he says it, he takes it away with his 'commitments'. Oh God. This sucks. I need time to mull, to absorb, to sink into his words and make them mine. This is too much right here, right now. Not to mention my ravished pussy. My thighs still sore from being spread so wide, my body still weak from such a powerful orgasm. Shit. He is the one I want. I'd get a divorce in a second for this man that was never my type, that finished my thoughts, that knew me inside and out without me telling him anything. Everything about him was NOT what I looked for in a man, but he was so right for me. But my Officer, Mr. Man, my fantasy....

"Kat? Are you OK? Don't you have anything to say? Please say something. I just pored my heart out here. Even if it's Fuck You, please say something. You're never this quiet. Come on, say something, anything for fucks sake. Talk to me please!"

"M..

"M, I never stopped loving you. Even when you were treating me so poorly, I never stopped loving you. When I told myself as a mantra I was over you, I never stopped loving you. Kick boxing, yoga, sex with another man, and still, I couldn't stop loving you. I will always love you. The enigma that is you, the way you continue to fascinate me, the man you are, the man I imagined you to be, the way you kiss, fondle, fuck. All these things, I adore and cherish about you.

"I will always love you. I just do not like you very much right now. You took away my self respect, my dignity, my self worth. You lied to me. You stole from me. You hurt me."

"Ok, I can accept that. I am sorry, I hope you believe me. Again, I am not like you Kat, I am not open and honest and metaphysical the way you are. I can't see all the way around and through things like you can. I don't see with your clarity. All I know is I love (wife) and (baby) and you. I am hurt too, but because I cannot have you all. Or all of you. I wish we didn't have these fucked up lives first, then each other. You should've come first.

"I am sorry Katrinha. Can you ever forgive me for the way I treated you?"

"No."

"Oh. Well then. Ummm...."

"M..just kidding. I just finished telling you I couldn't stop myself from loving you. I have written pages and pages about you, trying to purge you from my system, and yet you were still there when I woke up, when I went to bed, to work, taking a bath, playing with the kidlets. You are always there M."

How good it felt to say these things to him finally. I have fancied ripping him a new one, being a bitch, being cold, ignoring, confronting, being sweet and nice even. But not this. Not ever did I imagine I hear him tell me he loved me. Never did I imagine he would say he wanted me to be his. Did Mr. Man being written all over me have anything to do with this? Perhaps. But who cares! Right here right now I am sitting beside the man I am hopelessly in love with. And I am scared shitless. Never has any man been allowed to treat me like this and still own my heart. I am NOT that type of woman that clings, hope to 'change' her man, wishes for his love. Nope not me, not until Him that is. I am weakened by him and the way he makes me tremble from my toes to my soul. He is the only one capable of ever owning me. Controlling me. Loving me for me. He always understood me, my humour, my thoughts, my sarcasm. His fervor so like my own, his zest equal to mine, his intelligence; a match. We are two people apart from the rest of the masses that is true. It is what I know.

We chatted idly for the remainder of the trip. Discussed mundane work things, family stuff, us, them, everyone, everything. It was good just to talk to him again. Being with him, it was enough.

But not the end of the story.

Until tomorrow then.

I awoke that fine rainy morning not only refreshed from my mental health night away from "the job", but with flesh all a-tingle with anticipation.

Today is the day. The day I have been waiting 4 long years for. And sexually painful years they have been, all the flirting, teasing, and innuendo gone unconsummated. Me all liquid and hot honey at you looking so fucking hot in uniform, big and black and gorgeous. I never really thought anything would come of our innocent (ha!) flirtations, until last week when you knocked on my door looking frazzled and slightly crazed. I melted when you told me masturbating like an ape in heat just wasn't cutting it anymore, that you had to take me long and hard and right fucking NOW. Call me a sucker for romance and sweetness, but I was putty in your hands with those beautifully poetic words.

Of course what with both the Little One and the Big One home and loud and unruly, right fucking NOW just wasn't happening, but how about when the Little One went off daycare on Thursday morning?

Yes? No?

Ahh, yes, good. Nice. 9am good for you? Gives us about 3 hours of experimentation time. A good start if you ask me.

And today finally came, after me spending the week wildly fingering myself whenever possible, frantically preparing my body for its anointment, and being constantly aware of my pussy and its creaminess. 9am came and ding dong went the doorbell. I momentarily froze, I mean, this was it, I had a moment of can I do this? Is it right? Is he worth it? Can I ever move my feet again or will I be rooted to this spot forever?

Ding Dong, a little bit desperate sounding this time.

That got me moving, in slow motion toward the door which seemed miles away and getting further and further with every step until my hand found the knob, and slowly I opened up revealing

You

*ohmyfuckingGod I just lost all coherent thought*

in uniform.

My nipples turned to rocks and my pussy started to gush at the sight of you looking so fine and big and in your uniform

Always the one with the original lines, I manage to be witty and say with lusty thick voice;
"Is that a gun in your pocket or are you happy to see me?"

To which you, without missing a beat, reply;
"I am very fucking happy to see you."

And you were. Very Fucking Happy, and boy oh boy was I looking forward to touching the hard steel of that gun, sliding it slowly down my throat, rubbing it against my wet baldness, ramming it in my cunt and pulling the trigger.

Both of us were a wreck on the way to the hotel, giggling too much, talking too much nonsense, me all clenched up and legs tightly clasped together, sneaking glances at your bulging crotch and drooling.

At the reception desk I almost fainted when I felt your hand slide its way down my denim clad ass and slip between my legs and grab my pussy, hard.

I came right there and then. Shaking and flushed and trying to look all innocent and like my panties weren't soaked through already.

I don't remember the elevator ride, you opening the door, or even entering the room. But we must of done all those things because the next thing I knew there I was wrapped up in your big strong arms, feet dangling off the floor as your mouth consumed me. I love being so much smaller than you, disappearing into your largeness, being picked up like a rag doll, feeling all tiny and vulnerable and sexy and wanton at the same time.

You released me, both of us giving little moans at the lingering taste of one another, then I watched your eyes glaze over and prepared myself for what was next.

Again you picked me up like I weighed next to nothing and brought your luscious lips to mine again. This time you kissed me so slowly and softly I was swooning. The tenderness coming from you rendered me thoughtless, and I knew right then and there whatever you wanted I would give, however you wanted me, I would be.

You pressed me against your hard body, rubbing your gun barrel of a cock impatiently against my thigh, then rubbing my body up and down yours as we kissed so soft and deep and wet. Your one hand found its way under my T-shirt, undid my bra, slid down further and cupped my ass, your hand spanning the entire cheek, down further until you were feeling the heat emanating from between my legs. You growled low in your throat and threw me onto the bed.

I lay there as you towered above me, my body shivering with anticipation, your body heaving with passion. I opened my mouth to say something, but you brought your finger to your lips, shhhhh, you said, take off your clothes for me. I did, scrambling to get my T-shirt off, tossing it aside, bra slid off shoulders, revealing hard pointy nipples getting harder at the sudden attention of you licking your lips. Raising my hips I slide my jeans down over my thighs like the little hussy I am and kicked them off letting them land in a heap at the foot of the bed. Thong is the last to go, landing atop the pile of discarded denim.

I lay back, shameless, relishing the deliciousness of your eyes trolling my naked flesh, watching your cock throbbing under your uniform, your hands unzipping, reaching in, pulling out....

The most magnificent cock I have ever had pleasure of laying my eyes on. It is so fucking big, my pussy clenches in fear at the thought of being penetrated my that monstrosity. You are glistening, dripping with your pleasure at the sight of me wanton and naked, and yours.

Roll over you command, and not a girl to say no to a man in uniform, I do as I am told.

I hear you hiss, the raunchy sound making my pussy cream even more, my thighs slide together, part, slightly exposing the naked moist flesh of my excited mound.

All my senses painfully heightened, I feel the weight of you as you settle on the foot of the bed, hear you licking your lips again, sense your hand poised above the naked flesh of my calves, smell your excitement as it leaks from you, and I am desperate for you to touch me, lick me, fuck me, to do anything to me.

And just like that your finger inserts itself into my pussy, twisting, probing, seeking, and you sigh loudly as my surprised cunt clenches tight on your finger, spasms slightly and my hips raise up, back, meeting your finger, forcing it deeper into me.

Other hand now roughly grabbing at the flesh of my behind, spreading me half open, and I know you are watching what you are doing to me. I am panting hard, eyes tightly closed, body gyrating for you, and I gasp as your tongue licks my opening, enters me, finger still busy in my pussy, tongue deeper in my ass, hand grappling willing flesh and I feel it, again, building, a crescendo of pleasure overtaking me, and the animal noises coming out of me as I orgasm on your finger your tongue, squirting juices to my belly, your chin, into your mouth as you suck up what you created. Before the torrent of fluids and spasm can ebb, you part my thighs nice and wide, lift my hips to you and push so gently so tenderly the head of your cock into my still raging cunt. ohgodohgodohgod it feels so fucking good you pull me to you deeper still, not letting me move, not letting me help, you are in total control as you guide your impassioned member deeper deeper deeper until I am screaming at the combined pain/pleasure of being so completely invaded. Suddenly, unexpectedly, you thrust hard, powerful, slamming the enormity of you into my belly and stop. Holding. Not moving, Not a sound.

Whimpering. Sweating. Sore. Then I start to relax, adjusting to your size, the very depths you have managed to meet, and once you sense me recuperate, you start to slide my body up back and forth wetly, slowly and I hear the words you say with lust

"You like that my Kitty Kat, big black cock in your tight little pussy? Yeah, nice little Kitty Kat, good little girl. That's my girl, take that cock, big isn't it?"

"Oh Yes, you fill me so completely, yes yes yes more please, hurt me, fuck me, own me."

And with that you are frenzied in your thrusts, pumping my pink sopping pussy like a man possessed. Grunts from both of us, I feel like an animal, knowing only the pleasure my cunt is needing, body working on instinct, black spots before my eyes as you rip into me pushing so deep, hands encompassing my hips like a dolls as you roughly guide me over your excitement all that exists is cunt and cock and the velvet indulgence of coming, hard. My cunt clenches, seizes, pulls you in deeper as my orgasm rockets through my soul, my belly, my nipples, out my mouth in screams of insanity, as your own orgasm molests me, pumping your cream deep inside of me, I can taste you you are so powerful and as if reading my mind you release me with a plop, grab my hair and with your cock still shuddering out your cum you rub yourself on my face screaming at me to open up and I do letting you fill my mouth, choke me, gag me, sex fluids sliding down my throat, filling my cheeks. Tears stream down my cheeks at the deliciousness of you, wanting to know you for so long and here you are having filled me both ends sated yourself on me, used my body for your pleasure.

You gently lower me to the bed, lay beside me, hand cupping my breast, hand on my belly, cock still semi hard glistening, covered in my come, your eyes half closed with satisfaction and you murmur those mingled love and lust words straight into my heart as I curl my tender body into yours and that is when

My fucking cell phone rings.

Oh so much to tell! Last Thursday, the word awesome comes to mind. Until my cell phone rang that is.

Boss: We need you.

Me: NOW?

Boss: Kind of. Today for one week in *bleeped for privacy reasons* to train.

Me: TODAY?

Boss: You're going with "M" (fuck off!!!) we have arranged accommodations and the two of you will be doing the 5 day training program.

Me: Ummm....do I have to do this?

Boss: You are the most logical choice for this. You've done it before and you are the best on our team. You and "M" that is. We'll be providing you with a travel allowance, an out of town bonus, plus the usual training incentive. The only draw back is we need you to train overnights through to Sunday, then day shift on Monday. Are you OK with that?

Me: Yeah, I guess I am OK with that. When will He be picking me up?

Boss: In one hour. Will you be ready?

Me: (naked, sweaty, and sexed up) One hour? Yes. I will be ready.

When will I learn to say no? The money is going to come in handy what with the furnace....but "M"??????

Time to get dressed, hustle my ass back to my house. Make arrangements for the girls, tell The Husband, and be off for yet another boring Training Program.

There is so much to tell you all. But seeing I just arrived home, my ass is exhausted and I need to catch some sleep. Plus I need to get my thoughts in order. Between Mr. Uniform (yummy yummy) and "M" and a few days away from the bullshit at home....well I will see you in a couple of hours!

I am afraid you'll have to wait a little bit for the good stuff today. Last night, feeling just fine thank you very much, I called in "sick" to work just so I could have this morning to myself without wasting my time (gasp) sleeping. Gosh, don't you just hate having to do those little mundane tasks?

The Little One went off to daycare like the good girl she is, the Big One went to school (love state funded daycare, don't you?) and now here I am with 3.5 hours of FREEDOM stretched out before me.

And a blissful Ahhhh escapes my lips. Whatever will I do with these precious hours? My little secret, and if things go well the secret could possibly make an appearance here later. *wink*

Patience, darling, is a virtue, and as you all know I am all about being virtuous!