Young Catherine eating Cock

It is essentially a true story, with names and events modified to ensure the privacy of those involved. It is very detailed, a story of unrequited love and missed opportunity, romantic and tender but also intense it its anal themes. It’s the story of my brief time with Catherine, a woman I fell in love with and think of often.

Catherine…when I was in sales I would always be assigned the new, inexperienced customer service reps; I had a record of being an excellent trainer, would coach them into being the best in the office, and then they would be reassigned to some other sales rep who was barely competent and needed a highly competent customer service rep to keep his business together. Every one was young, female, attractive and too often, very interested in bagging a six figure sales rep or up and coming young manager—many did. I appreciated the complement from my boss, but was often frustrated at always having to be in training mode.

Catherine came on board right out of college; over educated for the job and very bright, she had interviewed for a management, entry-level job, wasn’t seen as quite up to the task and agreed to take an hourly job; it was conveniently located to her home and there was the promise of a reevaluation down the road. Since she was bright and had a first class education from a top name university, she learned astoundingly quickly and became a superb customer service rep.

I never fooled around with the office staff; they were all gossips, it would have been bad for morale and most were little more than shop girls. Cat was different. My first marriage was also on its last legs; my ex and I were separated, divorce was imminent and I probably shared more of my frustration with Cat, who was not a shop girl, than I should have. We would banter very non-sexually on the phone, she was the classic girl next door, and I grew to have a genuine affection for her. I’d see her in the office several times a week and occasionally take her on the road to meet our customers. She was around five six, with small breasts and an athletic body from college soccer and cheerleading. Her phone voice was fantastic and all of our customers loved her. She had dirty blond hair and a cute, if not beautiful face. She never came on to me or me to her. I respected her immensely and the respect was mutual.

I had met her parents and had no question in my mind that she was a nice girl. The guy who finally married her was a young, good looking guy in the sales force. He fell head over heels in love with her; he once told me that she wouldn’t let him get in her pants until they were married. I went to her wedding; her family was prominent locally and it was a huge and lavish affair. I was protective of her when it came to the other guys in the sales force and never hit on her.

One day I was in the office to go over some problems involving service to a particularly difficult customer. Cat and I went into a small conference room to discuss the issues with the Ops manager. That meeting took about 30 minutes; the Ops manager left and Cat and I talked for a few more minutes and then she asked me if I played tennis. I told her yes, but badly. She said the condo she had recently moved into, her first after moving out of her parents’ home, had great courts, but nobody seemed to ever use them. Cat was an early riser, as were most of my more demanding customers, so she was very happy coming in at 6:00 AM and working until 2:00 PM, which perfectly matched my schedule and that of my key customers. Cat asked if I’d like to play tennis with her some time. I said sure, and reminded her that a couple of days a week I was actually calling on customers not far from where she lived…like today, for example. Her face lit up, and she smiled broadly, and for the first time since I had started working with her, got that hint of a come hither look on her face, almost seductive as I looked back later, but I really missed the signals that morning.

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