You’re on your own, as usual, walking in the Park. You’re in a contemplative mood, looking back on your young life. You’ve worked hard, saved hard. Got your own home in Brooklyn. But…there’s nobody in your life. You’ve never been good with women. You’ve always believed a good woman wants to be cherished and catered to. That you should do anything for her — whatever she wants. Yet somehow, you’re still alone.

You spot her in the Park, on the Mall. Every man and more than a few women turn at her passing. You turn to follow her. It’s not something you ever do, but she’s fucking incredible. You’ve never in your life seen a pair of legs like that. And that ass! You dream of sinking into that gorgeous, full round ass, of having her sit on your face, of ploughing deep inside her.

She half turns and notices you staring. Rather than be annoyed, or angry, she stops and stares at you for an eternity. Silently she sits, her gaze never waivering from yours. Powerless to resist, you sit on the next bench as she stares at you, unblinking.

She introduces herself as Katrina Nyte. She asks you about your life. What you do. Are you attached. You find yourself pouring out your soul to her. Eventually, she suggests the two of you get something to eat. As you try to think of a good place, she suggest the two of you go to your home. She loved your description of your house and she really wants to see it.

When she rises, and leads the way out of the Park, you can’t believe you’re leaving with this goddess. As you rush up the walk to your front door, she approaches your home like she owns it. She looks like trouble. But she’s the kind of trouble you’d give anything to get into.

Inside, she ooo’s and awe’s over your home. She loves it! She does a little exploring, and you follow, introducing each room. You can’t believe this goddess is here, in YOUR home. Desperately you wonder if she wants you to make a move on her. Or would that…ruin things?

Katrina takes a seat to talk. She leans into you. She takes every opportunity to praise you, to touch you.

Katrina asks if you could possibly indulge her. There’s a mischievious glint in her eye. “Of course”, you say. “What did you have in mind?”
“Well,” she says. “I feel constricted in this tight little top and these tiny shorts. Would you mind terribly if I took them off? I want to see the rest of your house and…well, I never wear clothes at home and I’d feel sooo much more comfortable if I could do the same here.”
Stunned, you nod. She smiles and stands, dropping her little cut-off shorts and pulling her skin-tight tank top over her head. You nearly cum right there at the vision of this goddess before you.

STILL, you wonder: Is she just a free spirit, or does she want to have sex with me? You really have no idea what you’re doing.

“People tell me I have a really sexy bum,” Katrina smiles. “Do you like it? Would you say it’s sexy?”

“Come on. Let’s do a little more exploring.” You follow, wondering how this is going to play out.