Katerina’s Visit

Katerina’s Visit

I waited outside the gate at the airport, looking for the little beauty that had flown across the country to meet her “pen pal” and spend the weekend. Katerina had written me about some of my stories and how hot they had made her feel, and I had politely responded, but then we took up a serious pen pal exchange, and before long, she had agreed to come for a visit. I saw the tiny brunette coming down the walkway, and recognized her, immediately. She was wearing a light summer dress that stopped just above her knees, and had a huge smile when she saw me. She carried a small overnight bag with her. I looked like any father meeting his daughter, arriving home from college, and I gave her a hug; but of course, I was not her father. I was soon to be her teacher. She looked excited, nervous and perhaps a bit afraid, but I also knew she was very turned on by this meeting. So was I.

We retrieved her second bag from the carousel and headed for my car. I opened her door, and as she slid into the front seat, I leaned over and kissed her on the lips, and her mouth opened to receive my tongue, and a spark like electrical current flew between us. She gasped and sighed as she melted into the kiss. I released her and went around to my side and we started home. She chatted, nervously, as I drove, and I put my right hand on her thigh and gently squeezed and stroked it as we drove. Her dress was up high on her thighs, and she did nothing to adjust it, but I did not move my hand any higher.

Once at my place, I showed her to her room (I had promised her she would have her own room) and offered her dinner, but she said she had eaten on the plane. I was amazed at how tiny she was; only 4’11” and she said she weighed 85 pounds, and she looked like a little girl, even though she was twenty one. I knew she had recently come out of a relationship, and was lonely and wanted to meet an older man. What she revealed, in an indirect way, was that she was sexually frustrated and curious, and my stories and imagination had turned her on, and she wanted to learn. She is a submissive and I am a Dom, and it would make for a perfect match if I handled her correctly.

I offered to draw her a hot bath, and she accepted. I filled the Jacuzzi tub, and left her to bathe, while I changed into shorts and a tee shirt, and moved to the den to watch TV while she got ready. She came out wearing only a short tee that barely covered her crotch and I could tell she had no bra on. I suspected she had no panties, and this was confirmed a few seconds later when she sat on my lap, and I felt her smooth flesh on my thighs. She snuggled her face in my neck, but then I lifted her head and began to kiss her, our tongues wrestling with each other’s, and my hands gently explored her body. I intentionally stayed away from touching her breasts and her crotch, but my fingertips explored her smooth skin along her back and her legs, and I reached under the tee shirt and stroked her belly. She was breathing heavily, and I could feel her juices leaking onto my leg. I had a raging erection, but I stayed in control; I didn’t want to rush this first time.