Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 4

THE INVITATION

It started with a text.

Katherine:

"Hey sweet boy. Wanna ride to Home Depot with me? I need help carrying mulch and I like your arms."

I read it twice before replying. My arms? She was flirting -- or teasing. Or maybe both. It was always hard to tell with Katherine. Her words had a way of sitting in your head, slow and sticky.

Me:

"Yeah. Sure. What time?"

She picked me up around noon, and the second I opened the passenger door, I forgot how to breathe.

She wore tiny denim shorts, so tight they looked painted on. The way they hugged her thick thighs made my brain fog over, but what really knocked the wind out of me was the soft, round outline of her pussy, pushing through the denim. Clear. Proud. That thick camel toe between her legs was impossible to miss, impossible to forget.

Up top, she wore a tight white crop top, no bra. Her full tits pressed against the fabric, nipples teasing through in the sunlight. Her flat stomach gleamed with a silver belly ring. Every inch of her was tan and smooth and perfectly fucking distracting.

"You getting in, or you gonna stand there all summer?" she said, smiling.

I climbed in fast, hoping she didn't notice the way I adjusted my shorts.

At Home Depot, it was like we were on display. Well--she was.

Men stared. Like, openly. One guy walked into a sign. Another fumbled an entire rack of paint samples. She bent over more than once to look at bags or labels, and every time she did, those shorts rode up and that thick pussy pressed forward, practically showing through the seams.

And Katherine? She didn't seem to notice. Or maybe she did.

She caught me looking and smiled. "You're quiet today."

"Trying not to make a scene," I muttered.

"A scene?" she laughed. "Tommy, you're the most polite guy I've ever seen fight a boner in public."

I nearly choked. She grinned wider.

The drive back was quieter -- heavy, even. The air between us felt charged, like something unspoken had grown too big to ignore.

Then she turned down the music. And everything changed.

"Can I tell you something?" she asked.

I looked over. "Of course."

She stared out the windshield. Her voice dropped just a little.

"I have a fantasy. One I've never told anyone."

The way she said it made my chest tighten.

"I think about being with someone," she went on slowly, "while someone else watches. Not a camera. Not a video. A real person. Close. Quiet. Hidden. Watching me take it all. Watching me get fucked."

Her voice hit my skin like heat.

"I think about the way I'd sound," she continued, "the way I'd move, the way my body reacts when I'm really taken care of. I imagine the watcher sitting still -- cock in hand, probably -- just hard and desperate, trying not to breathe too loud. Seeing everything."

I didn't respond. I couldn't. I was rock hard, breath shallow, almost dizzy with how much I wanted her.

"I've never done it," she said. "But I want to. One day."

I could feel my pulse everywhere. In my throat. In my fingertips. In the unbearable pressure between my legs.

She glanced at me. Her eyes weren't teasing anymore. They were honest.

"You're the only person I've told."

"Why?" I asked, throat dry.

"Because I trust you. You're sweet. Curious. And you make me feel safe being a little... wicked."

My heart slammed against my ribs.

She turned into her driveway, the tires crunching softly over the gravel. She shifted the SUV into park but didn't get out.

"There's something else," she said.

I waited.

"My husband's not... satisfying. Hasn't been for a long time. So when he's gone, I call a friend. Someone who knows how to handle me."

My chest went tight. My ears were ringing.

"He comes over," she said simply. "Fucks me. Makes me cum. Then leaves."

My mouth opened, but nothing came out.

She looked at me now -- direct, open.

"He's coming this weekend. Saturday."

The air was thick.

"You don't have to be involved," she said softly. "But if you're curious... if you wanted to watch..."

Her voice dropped just a little more.

"There's a closet in my bedroom. Slatted doors. Perfect view."

My cock twitched so hard I nearly groaned out loud.

"And if it's too much, you can slip out. Quietly. No one would know."

I just stared at her. Breath caught in my throat.

"But if you stay..." she smiled gently, "you might learn something you won't ever find online."

She opened the door and stepped out, slow and smooth, her thick ass rocking in those tight shorts as she walked toward the house.

I stayed sitting in the passenger seat, staring through the windshield like the world had just shifted under me.

I didn't know what the hell was going to happen Saturday night.

But I already knew where I'd be.