The To-Do List 

Kevin Reilly sat under the dim houselights of the empty movie theater, the 
front of his pants saturated with a gooey concoction of pussy juice and cum. 
He was still in a state of shock over the events of the last few hours.

It had all started that morning, the first glorious day of his vacation. At 
least it _had been_ glorious until his wife gave him that damned to-do list. 
He had even skipped breakfast to get an early start, but by twelve-thirty he 
was less than halfway through it. That was when the hunger began to gnaw at 
his gut like a rabid rat. He decided to try Chez Maison, a new upscale 
restaurant located a few blocks away. He'd heard the food there was 
excellent and plentiful, which was good because he was almost starved.

As he strolled the downtown streets toward his destination, a deep 
resentment began to build inside him toward his wife Janet. Some things 
about her had really begun to annoy him lately. The damned to-do list was a 
perfect example. After she gave it to him that morning, she went over each 
and every item on it in great painful detail until he felt like a small 
child being berated by his mother. The experience had been both hurtful and 
humiliating.

Married life had been fairly good for most of the last three years, but over 
the past few months Kevin's and Janet's passion for each other seemed to 
have dwindled. Kevin's eye strayed more, and he entertained the occasional 
fantasy about other women. He had heard about the seven-year itch but nobody 
warned him there might be a three-year tickle.

To be fair, normally Janet's lists were much shorter, but her sister Laurel 
was flying in from Australia for a two-week stay, and a number of the items 
on the list pertained to her visit. Kevin had never met Laurel. She hadn't 
able to attend their wedding. She was broke at the time and unable to afford 
the round-trip airfare. Kevin had seen pictures in Janet's photo albums of 
the two sisters together in their younger days, but he couldn't recall much 
about Laurel other than she was just as blonde as Janet. All he knew for 
sure was that her visit was going to wreak perfect hell with his vacation, 
at least if today was any indication.

Kevin's knees were weak as he stumbled through the doors of Chez Maison. And 
when he saw the long line-up he nearly keeled over. He couldn't believe it 
was so busy on a Monday afternoon. But his options were limited. The next 
nearest eatery was a fifteen-minute walk away, and he was sure he would die 
of starvation before he could complete that trek. He could call a cab, but 
the cabs in this city were notoriously slow during the day.

He counted the number of people ahead of him, and judging about a 
twenty-minute wait, he decided to stay. It wouldn't be time ill spent; there 
was a sweet-looking redhead in line in front of him whom he could ogle.

Kevin scanned the front page of his newspaper, sneaking the occasional 
furtive glance at the attractive young woman. Her long red hair was teased 
out and flowed down past her shoulders. The low back of her short 
canary-yellow sundress exposed a substantial expanse of creamy white flesh. 
Even under the loose-fitting dress he could see the prominent outline of her 
full, round ass. Her legs were long and lean and led down to two perfectly 
manicured feet encased in white sandals. As Kevin admired the view of her 
from behind, his cock began to stiffen in his pants. He decided to return to 
reviewing the day's headlines before things got out of hand.

After twenty-five long minutes, the line finally dwindled down to just Kevin 
and the young redhead.

"How many?" the hostess asked the redhead.

"One," she replied in a dulcet voice.

The hostess handed her a menu, then shifted her attention to Kevin. "I'm 
sorry, sir, but it may be another twenty minutes yet."

"Twenty minutes!" Kevin said. "But I've already been here half an hour."

"I'm sorry, sir. We're very busy today, and the tables haven't turned over 
as quickly as we'd hoped."

"I'm sorry, too," he said, offering a weak smile. "It's just that I'm 
famished."

"If the gentleman wants, he can share my table," the sweet voice ahead of 
him said.

The redhead turned toward him, and Kevin said, "Why, thank you, miss. It's 
kind of you to offer."

The last few words nearly caught in his throat when he saw her face. She 
looked like she had leaped from the pages of _Cosmopolitan_, or _Elle_. Her 
eyes were dark blue, her skin creamy and flawless. Her lips were full and 
sensual and coated with lipstick the same shade of red as the polish on her 
long fingernails. A pair of slender shoulders held up the straps of her 
yellow sundress, the front of which dipped quite low, revealing a subtle 
valley of milky cleavage. The two nipples protruding against the thin 
material left no doubt that she wasn't wearing a bra.

The woman handed Kevin her menu, the tip of her tongue peeking out from her 
mouth and licking her sensuous lips. It may just have been wishful thinking 
on Kevin's part, but he was almost sure he saw her glimpse down for a second 
at the considerable bulge that had formed in his trousers.

As the hostess led them to their table, Kevin thought that the redhead was 
more than a bit forward when she threaded her arm through his. But he didn't 
pull away; instead he trembled at her electric touch, and hoped she wouldn't 
notice. At the table, he pulled out her chair and she flashed him a teasing 
smile. "My, my. Not only handsome, but a gentleman too."

A warm blush crept onto Kevin's cheeks.

He took his seat, and the redhead extended her arm across the table. "I'm 
sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Kit."

"Kevin," he said, shaking her hand. "Pleased to meet you, Kit."

It seemed to him that she prolonged the handshake a few seconds longer than 
necessary, though he might have been mistaken.

The server brought over a bread plate and two tall glasses of iced water. 
Then the waitress came and took their orders. As soon as she was gone, Kevin 
grabbed a handful of bread sticks and started jamming them into his mouth in 
a desperate attempt to restore his glucose level to something approaching 
normal.

"My, my," Kit said, smirking, "aren't we hungry?"

"Missed breakfast this morning," Kevin muttered through a mouthful of 
crumbs. It was a feeble attempt, he knew, to explain away his gluttonous 
behavior.

After finishing the bread sticks, Kevin excused himself to go to the 
washroom. He didn't really have to go, but he felt he needed some time to 
gather his wits so he wouldn't continue to come across as a complete idiot. 
He splashed cold water onto his face and rehearsed a few lines of 
conversation to present himself as something a bit more charming and witty 
than he was sure he'd been up to that point. Scrubbing a wet finger over his 
teeth, he noticed the wedding band on his ring finger. Without knowing why, 
he removed it and stuck it in his pocket. He took one last look in the 
mirror, combed his fingers back through his hair, and returned to the table.

In his absence their drinks had arrived, and Kit was already sipping hers. 
They had both ordered Bloody Caesars, and now Kevin took a large gulp of 
his.

"So, Kit," he said, "do you live here in town?"

The young woman smiled. "No, I'm just visiting for a few weeks."

"Family or friends?"

"Both. How about you?"

Kevin told her that he was a resident, born and raised, and proceeded to 
expound on some of the local attractions he thought she should take in. 
After his history lesson, they chatted about the weather and their various 
restaurant experiences. Kevin managed to steer the conversation clear of the 
topic of marital status, though he was sure Kit noticed the telltale white 
circle around his finger.

As they waited for their food, Kit's tongue peeked out of her mouth and 
dabbed at the celery salt on the rim of her glass. She took a sip of her 
drink, wrapping her lips around the end of her straw and gently drawing the 
thick red liquid up into her mouth. It was all very ladylike, except then 
she ran the tip of her tongue up and down the underside of her straw for 
several long seconds. Kevin wasn't sure if she knew she was doing this or 
whether it was an unconscious habit. Either way, the effect on him would 
have been the same. His cock swelled to the point where he had trouble 
sitting still.

When the food arrived, Kevin wasn't much of a conversationalist. He let Kit 
carry the verbal load while he tried to stuff enough red meat down his 
throat to stabilize his blood iron.

During the meal, Kevin thought he felt Kit's foot brush against his leg once 
or twice. Also, on those few occasions when he managed to say something 
humorous, Kit would cover his hand with hers and stroke her fingertips over 
it while she laughed at his remark. These few instances of physical contact, 
combined with the general lust he was feeling, kept Kevin's cock semi-hard 
throughout the main course.

After they had finished their entrees, the waitress came over with the 
dessert menu. Kit declined, but Kevin couldn't resist. "Pecan pie," he said. 
"The biggest piece you've got."

Kit had only eaten half her meal. If Kevin had known her better he would 
have asked to finish it. But he didn't want to appear to be any more of a 
pig to this lovely creature than he had already quite adequately 
demonstrated himself to be.

Kevin inserted the first forkful of pie into his mouth and nearly choked. 
This time it was no accident! Kit's foot was in his lap, rubbing up and down 
his length with smooth, steady strokes. He stared at her in a confused 
mixture of disbelief and gratitude while she gave another mini-blowjob to 
her cocktail straw. As he began to chew, he felt her toes massage the head 
of his dick. Old Saint Peter leaped to attention.

Kit gazed at Kevin with a mischievous smile and traced her tongue up and 
down the sides of her glass, lapping up the heavy condensation there. 
Finally Kevin couldn't stand it any longer. "Check please!" he said in a 
high, cracking voice.

The waitress came over with their tab and Kit opened her purse. "No no," 
Kevin said, shaking his head and reaching for his wallet. "You were kind 
enough to let a starving man sit with you, the least I can do is buy you 
lunch."

Kit locked her steady blue eyes with his. "Why thank you, Kevin. Maybe I can 
return the favor someday."

Kevin gulped and tossed a few bills on the table. He stood from his chair, 
tugging his sport coat around him in an awkward attempt to hide the erection 
that was trying to poke up toward his belly. He rushed over behind Kit and 
pulled her chair out. It felt more natural this time when she hooked her arm 
through his as they headed toward the exit.

Out on the sidewalk, a bit of awkwardness ensued while they waited for a 
taxi. Finally Kevin broke the silence. "It's been a pleasure meeting you, 
Kit. I hope you enjoy your stay in our fair city."

"I have so far," she said, that sensuous smirk returning to her lips.

Kit's cab came around the corner, and Kevin offered her his hand. "So long 
then."

Kit took his hand and, to his surprise, pulled on it, wrapping his arm 
around her waist while she stepped in and pressed herself against him. 
Before he could object, her hand was behind his head, urging his face down 
to hers. Her tongue wriggled between his lips and began a staccato dance in 
his mouth, causing his cock to grow another inch. He slid his hands onto her 
ass and drew her closer.

"You kids want a cab or not?" the cabbie yelled through the open passenger 
window. Kit and Kevin untangled themselves, and Kevin opened the back door. 
As Kit climbed inside, she again pulled on Kevin's hand, forcing him to 
follow. As soon as the door had closed she was all over him again, snaking 
her tongue down his throat and squeezing his hard-on through his pants.

"Where to, kids?" the cabbie asked, ogling them in the rearview mirror.

Kevin's mind raced. "The International Cinema on 23rd Street."

The International was an art-house theater specializing in foreign films, 
most of them screened in their original language with English sub-titles. 
Kevin was worried that it might seem to Kit like a cheesy place for a tryst, 
but it was only a few minutes away and was sure to be deserted this time of 
day. Also, it would only take a few seconds to buy movie tickets, whereas 
checking into a hotel could take forever. Besides, a reasonable hotel room 
downtown cost at least $200, while the price tag of two movie tickets was a 
mere twenty bucks.

When they arrived at the theater, Kevin paid the cabbie and ran up to the 
ticket window. "Two please," he said, sliding the seller a twenty. He took 
the tickets, grabbed Kit's hand, and rushed through the front doors. Inside 
the darkened auditorium, he selected two spots in the back row. As soon as 
they were seated, Kit freed his raging tool from his pants and captured it 
between her lips.

As Kevin basked in the warmth of Kit's succulent mouth, his eyes slowly 
adjusted to the dark. He saw two other people there -- one sitting around 
the middle row, another closer to the front. He recognized the actress on 
the big screen as Liv Ullman, one-time paramour of the Swedish director 
Ingmar Bergman, and reasoned this was probably a Bergman film.

Kevin nearly went insane when Kit slithered her tongue up the underside of 
his dick, just as she had done earlier with her cocktail straw. To 
reciprocate, he worked his hand under the back hem of her sundress, 
desperate for a feel. When he found her pussy he thought he had died and 
gone to heaven. It didn't surprise him that she wasn't wearing panties, nor 
that she was leaking juices like a faulty faucet. What did make his heart go 
pitter-patter was the fact that her mound was perfectly hairless.

Kevin ran his finger down the smooth slit all the way to her clit, then sank 
two fingers deep into her moist interior. As soon as he flicked her hard 
little nubbin, Kit moaned so loudly that her lips vibrated against his 
shaft, causing him to groan like a small, tortured animal. An angry "Shhhh!" 
emanated from the front of the theater, and Kevin tried to suppress the 
passionate sounds trying to escape his lips.

Kit's cocksucking became more and more fervent, and Kevin felt like he might 
shoot off at any second. His prick began to twitch and swell, and Kit must 
have sensed it because she pulled her mouth away and straightened up in her 
seat.

"Naughty boy," she whispered in his ear. "You can't cum yet. You still have 
to fuck me."

Her hot breath sent shivers scurrying down Kevin's spine. Kit stood up, 
lifted her sundress, and climbed onto Kevin's lap, facing him, her legs 
wedged between his outer thighs and the seat. She grabbed his thick pole and 
slowly fed it up into her cunt, and Kevin released another anguished moan as 
her pussy muscles tightened around his meat. A second angry "Shhhh!" rose up 
from the gallery.

While Kit worked her pussy on his rod, Kevin slid the straps of her sundress 
off her shoulders, exposing her pretty pale breasts and large pink nipples. 
He groped them for a minute, then dropped his hands under her ass to assist 
with her movements. As the tempo of Kit's fucking increased, he sucked as 
much of her right breast into his mouth as he could. Her nipple hardened, 
and the tiny bumps on her areola teased his tongue.

Kit yanked Kevin's head hard into her bosom and purred like a kitten. As she 
continued boucing on his pole, Kevin began to worry that he might cum before 
he was able to give her the reward she so richly deserved.

He massaged her soft ass cheeks, then trailed his finger up the cleft of her 
butt to her anus. He traced it in gentle circles around her tiny rosebud, 
and when her cunt clenched tighter around his dick, he pressed the tip of 
his finger into the little puckered hole.

Kit moaned again, this time her passion commingling with that of Liv Ullman 
up on the big screen, who also was taking a big one. Luckily, no further 
shushing order came from the audience.

Kit released Kevin's head from her bosom and leaned down to kiss him. "Oh 
Kevin, this feels so good. I wish we had more time. I'd love to have your 
beautiful cock up my ass, too." She slithered her tongue between his lips.

With Kit's tongue doing a dirty tango in his mouth, Kevin felt ready to 
explode again. He grabbed her ass and scooted her hips up and down while he 
pounded his rod up between her legs.

Kit's ass cheeks began to quiver, and she moaned into his mouth. She broke 
off the kiss, and with her hands on his chest, pummeled her pussy up and 
down on his bone. Strange strangled noises gurgled up from her throat. "Oh 
yes, fuck me, Kevin! Pound me hard with your big cock! Fill me with your 
cream! Make me cum! Do it!"

Kevin felt his cheeks turn red. He had never heard such language from a lady 
before. In seconds, though, his embarrassment transformed into panicked 
excitement as Kit's body began to convulse and her cunt spasmed around his 
prick. He yanked her hips down hard onto his cock and buried his face in her 
breasts. "I'm cumming, too!" he said. "Take my load, Kit! Take it all!"

Kevin's first shot of spunk exploded from his prick, splattering inside 
Kit's womb. She gasped, and her cunt began to milk him with a maniac fervor.

Kevin had never cum so hard in his life. He was amazed at the number of 
powerful spurts rocketing from the tip of his prick and bathing Kit's tender 
insides. She jammed her cunt down on his pole and ground her hips around as 
his sperm tap slowly sealed itself off. He could feel the incredible wetness 
of their combined juices leaking from Kit's cunt and streaming down onto his 
pants. Her sundress had fallen down over her ass, and he moved it back up 
and caressed her soft cheeks again. He closed his eyes, reveling in the 
remarkable feel of her pussy as it extracted the last few drops of love 
juice from him with subtle, gentle squeezes.

Suddenly the house lights came up, and Kevin's eyes flew open. He was 
shocked to see a fiftyish-looking male patron ten rows down fisting his 
prick. When the older gentleman saw Kit's naked ass, he grunted out a loud 
"Unnggghh!" and squirted several thick ropes of sperm over the seat in front 
of him. The female patron at the front of the theater shrieked when she saw 
the man ejaculate. She raced from the theater without looking back. The man 
tucked his prick back in his pants and bolted for the nearest exit.

Kit lifted herself off Kevin's dwindling dick and returned to her seat, 
keeping her sundress bunched up around her waist to avoid soaking it with 
sperm. She looked at Kevin and smirked. "I guess we had an audience." She 
gazed down at the thick globs of semen leaking from her cuntal folds, and 
dragged two fingers up her slit, collecting a generous amount of fuck-sauce. 
Then, to Kevin's amazement, she raised her hand to her mouth and wiped her 
fingers over her outstretched tongue. A large puddle of goo lay pooled there 
as she closed her mouth around it and swallowed. Staring into Kevin's eyes, 
she licked the remnants from her fingers and smiled. Kevin's cock gave a 
heavy lurch, and Kit grinned down at it and gave it a final squeeze.

She pulled a wad of tissues from her purse, wiped his load from her cunt, 
and got up to leave. Kevin caught her arm. "Will I see you again?" he asked.

Kit gave him the same smile she had tormented him with all afternoon. 
"Maybe, you never know."

She tugged her hand from his and hurried down the aisle and out the nearest 
exit.

Kevin sat there stunned, the front of his pants saturated with a gooey 
concoction of pussy juice and cum. Slowly sanity returned, and he realized 
he had better leave before someone called the cops. He jumped from his seat, 
flew out the back door, and ran for three blocks down a narrow alleyway, 
checking over his shoulder every few seconds. Finally exhaustion forced him 
to slow his gait. As his breathing returned to normal, he looked at his 
watch. Shit! It was three-thirty, and he still had four hours of errands to 
run. Panic seized him like an icy hand.

He had told his wife he'd be home by six to take her and her sister to the 
dinner show at a local comedy club, so he was forced to prioritize the 
remaining items on his list. The first stop would be the dry cleaners, where 
there were several items to be picked up, including a few pairs of his 
trousers. He could remove his soiled ones there, change into fresh ones, and 
hope his wife didn't notice him coming home in different clothes than he had 
left in that morning.

***

Around six o'clock Kevin hailed a cab, having managed to complete an 
impressive number of the tasks his wife had assigned him. For the rest of 
that afternoon, though, he had been unable to erase thoughts of Kit from his 
mind. As the taxi meandered through the quiet residential streets toward his 
home, he knew there was no way he could accompany his wife and her sister to 
the show tonight. He had to return downtown and roam the shops, the 
restaurants, and the bars in what surely was doomed to be a futile attempt 
to find Kit again.

He wracked his brain, trying to fabricate some reasonable pretense that 
would allow him to renege on his prior commitment. But as the cab pulled in 
front of his house, he had only managed to come up with one very lame 
excuse.

He paid the cabbie, loaded his arms with the bags carrying the fruits of his 
efforts, and walked up to the house. He set the bags down and turned the 
doorknob. As soon as the door opened he heard Janet's accusatory voice say, 
"You're late."

He muttered something foul under his breath and lugged the heavy bags into 
the foyer. He saw two blondes sitting at the kitchen table. The one facing 
him was his ungrateful wife. The second one, with her back to him, had to be 
her sister.

As he riffled through the bags to determine what needed to go where, Janet 
said, "Kevin, this is my sister Laurel." Laurel pushed her chair back from 
the table and stood up. As she turned around, Janet said, "Actually my pet 
name for her is Kit, because she was always so in love with kittens when she 
was little, weren't you, Kit?"

As Laurel completed her turn, Kevin's jaw dropped and his heart sank. Even 
without the red wig there was no mistaking the perfect face of the woman he 
had made love to that afternoon. His life flashed before his eyes, and he 
caught a brief, dark glimpse of his future -- a messy divorce, atrocious 
legal bills, outrageous alimony payments . . .

"Laurel, this is Kevin," Janet said.

Laurel/Kit continued to hold her spot in the kitchen while Janet walked 
toward him to greet him. "Pleased to meet you, Kevin. Janet's told me so 
much about you. Janet, you lucky girl, he's as handsome in person as he is 
in the wedding pictures you sent me."

Kevin's eyes bulged in a surreal amalgam of bewilderment and horror. His 
heart began to palpitate wildly in his chest. He hoped and prayed his wife 
wouldn't notice that he was on the verge of cardiac arrest.

Janet arrived and gave him a big hug. "Honey, I told Laurel I have to work 
this week but that you have the week off and would be happy to show her 
around."

Kevin's cock jumped in his pants. Janet must have thought it was meant for 
her because she gave him a knowing smile and hugged him closer.

"I'm sure we'll get along just fine," Kit said. "I think we'll have lots of 
fun together, won't we, Kevin?"

As Kevin struggled to find the voice he knew he had, Kit raised the hem of 
her short skirt and showed him her new pussy ring. He gawked in dumbstruck 
disbelief as she grinned at him lewdly. His cock did another giant lurch 
against his wife's belly. Janet's smile widened, and she gave his ass a 
pinch. "Maybe later, honey," she whispered.