This took place right at the start of mine (Khloé) and Kam's relationship. After meeting at work, eventually he wore me down, and I agreed to go out with him for coffee. I was shy in the beginning, very shy. The first few dates were lovely. We walked in the park sipping hot chocolate, then drank fancy cocktails in lively bars. It was the most excitement I'd ever had. I'd dated men back home, but nothing like this. It was very dull—lots of meeting families, just sitting and talking.

Kam wanted to head out on a bar hop one Saturday night; we were meeting at seven in the city. The warm spring weather meant I could wear a sexy black romper suit with heels and my hair up, while Kam, wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt (it's still the fanciest he gets), carried my cardigan across his arm. We drank in sunny courtyards, downed pitchers of cocktails in dive bars, and sipped Pornstar Martinis on a rooftop veranda under the stars. To Kam, it was Saturday; to me, it was the wildest time of my life. Little did I know then that there would be so much more to come.

We walked through the city center late at night. There is a cozy old hotel in the center with a large lounge. We ordered gin and tonics and found a soft sofa in a dark, secluded corner near an unlit fireplace. It was fairly quiet, except for a few other couples dotted around. We moved closer together for a drunken make-out session. I reached down to rub his cock through his jeans; he was solid. His hands gripped my tits and massaged my bum through my clothes.

I threw my cardigan over his lap and undid his jeans. "What are you doing?" Kam asked. I shrugged; I really didn't know, but I was so horny I couldn't think straight. I felt his hot meat in my hand, it was practically throbbing, slowly I worked him over, he kissed my neck while continuing to paw at my breasts. Kam began to breath a but deeper into my ear, "Khloé, you need to stop. I'm going to cum" hearing that just spurred me on, I furiously wanked him under my cardigan, he grunted a few times before a sea of hot spunk covered my hand and the inside of my cardigan. I kissed him while he caught his breath, Kam reached in and put himself away, I did the best I could to pick up most of the mess. We made a very quick getaway back to my flat for more fun before we were discovered.