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Meeting Cat

By: ThoughtfulTom



This is my first story and is about, inspired by and written with the encouragement of the amazing Catmoore, whose brilliant works are to be found on this site. I've categorised it as 'Erotic Couplings' but it has some features of the Incest/Taboo category. There is no Incest in it but both participants indulge in the Incest fantasy. If that is a turn off for you, be warned. It also has a strong 'Loving Wives' theme to it, so if you don't like affairs, be warned also! Anyway, enough of the health warnings, I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading. Any constructive feedback is very welcome.

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It was a delayed train that led to this. I had been due to catch a train back home from a work trip to Brighton on the London Victoria service but it was late -- a typical Friday night occurrence on our rail network you might think. I noticed that there was a train to Bedford, however, leaving in a few minutes and I hoped on board as I knew it went through London. As I stepped into the carriage I saw that the electronic board stated that the train was going to St Albans. I knew that was where you lived, in that big Victorian house that you wrote about and hated, the beautiful, airy conservatory the only room you loved there. I knew that because we'd made love there in that conservatory. Not actual love, of course, but virtual love or fucking, I wasn't quite sure which but I kind of wanted to know. I sat on the train trying to work but each time I looked up the train information board kept telling me This train will be calling at St Albans - St Albans -- St Albans -- St Fucking Albans. If I wanted I could just stay on until St Albans and see you or at least be in the town where you were. I didn't know your address, of course, and even if I did your husband would be there and how would I explain it to my wife -- "Sorry dear, I fell asleep on the train and happened to end up in St Albans so I decided to spend the night there?" Not very plausible nor very sensible. 

As stupid as it was, though, I couldn't get it out of my mind, you had become too firmly lodged in there over the last month or so. I'd never cheated 'in real life' on my wife of ten years, had never wanted to, but I had on the internet. I had for years used the anonymity of the internet to play out the fantasies that I wasn't brave enough or was too ashamed to share with my wife. Almost invariably they focused around incest, a fantasy my wife knew about and abhorred. That particular fetish had been in my psyche since the age of eighteen, though a counsellor once told me that it was due to being sent away to boarding school aged nine. Despite all my efforts and prayers it still haunted me and excited me beyond measure. Whenever I went online to satisfy my cravings, whether through stories, video or chat, it was for incest that I looked. At least I know that I'm not alone. You'd never know through the mainstream media as it is almost never spoken about, but incest is huge online and I've always found plenty of partners willing to swap and share fantasies.

The great thing about being online, of course, is that you can be anyone and if you can, so can everyone else. I played as men and women, as sons, fathers, brothers, daughter, mothers, sisters and aunts. I suspect most of the 'women' I played with were men like me, looking for satisfaction online but there, on the internet, that doesn't matter. They say that the mind is the most powerful sex organ and I truly believe that. Online is doesn't matter what you do, fantasy is just fantasy, at least that's what we tell ourselves, and for me that was always true. I still thought of myself as a good person, a good husband, a good father, a pillar of respectable society whatever fantasies I played out through my computer screen. Until I met you that is.

You were different. Unlike most of those who populated the chat rooms at Literotica, my chat and story site of choice, you were someone who had actually written stories on the site -- lots of them, really good ones and, most importantly, ones about incest. More than that you were British (no need for 'Mom', to make allowances for Americans' chronic disregard for the letter 'u', and the chance to use the word 'knickers' which for some reason only known to Brits who've been to Public Schools, is so much naughtier than 'panties') and had the most splendid arse (another great British word) as your profile picture. I had to try to get your attention and by some miracle you replied. We chatted, connected and chatted some more as I read your first incest-related story, the Vesuvius series, which pressed all my buttons. We exchanged emails and you offered to write a story with me. From there our relationship grew. I felt I got to know you more and more through your stories and through the story we were writing together and through the odd, non-story related email we sent to each other. 

I was more comfortable, more open with you than I had ever been with anyone. As I've said the internet gives you the chance to be whoever you want to be and I've always been cautious about revealing too much about myself online, surely that's only sensible? With you, though, sense was rapidly going out of the window, especially after you sent me your photos. You were sharp, witty, smart and, your photos revealed, gorgeous. I loved your beautiful eyes (I could never quite decide if they were green, grey or blue due to my colour-blindness) with the tiny fleck in your right eye being utterly enchanting. I loved the shape of your nose and the laugh lines around your lovely mouth. I was entranced by your amazingly sexy thighs in the pictures you sent me with you in stockings and by the flatness of your tummy which I gathered was due to the gym and tennis. Shallow as I am, though, it was the pictures you gave me of your breasts that made me lose my sanity. They were perfect, simply perfect. Large, natural, smooth and peaked by the most delicious areole and nipples that I have ever seen. I just longed to kiss them and suck them. I began wanking over you every morning, staring into your eyes and at your tummy or your tits after breakfast and before my bath while my wife and daughter were downstairs. 

What was I doing? What was becoming of me? I hadn't told you my real name and I'd only told you my old job and where I'd used to live but I did send you my real photo, the first time I'd ever done that and I'd been truthful about other things. I knew that at thirty-five with glasses, thin bordering on skinny and a disappearing hairline I wasn't in your league but then I wasn't in my wife's league either and you hadn't run away screaming after getting it so I can't have been too hideous. 

For several weeks we continued our incestuous story until that fateful train journey. Despite my busy job and busy and happy home life, the highlight of each day had become the contact with you, the update to our story. We'd become 'Mum' and 'your boy' and it was such an exciting privilege to write with you and to share our fantasies together. 

St Albans, St Albans, St Albans -- Cat, Mum, Cat. I had to see you, to meet you. I suggested it the next day but you were reluctant, uncertain, especially given that I hadn't been entirely truthful with you when you had exposed so much of yourself to me. I knew, or hoped I knew, that you felt it too, though. Felt that this was something special, different to what we had both experienced previously online. I knew from your stories and what you had told me that you were lonely, that you liked younger men, that you had at least fantasised about your own son, that you had had flings and affairs before and that your husband was away a lot. 

As for me, I loved my wife very much but perhaps I had been playing with fire for too long online and now I had finally got burned, finally found someone with whom I clicked sexually and personally and who lived close by. Does that sound too heartless, cynical? I don't know but I do know that I felt about you in a way that made me want to meet you, to be with you in person not just through a computer screen. 

You were cautious, I understood that, and I wasn't going to push. We carried on writing to each other, continued our story which drew our characters ever closer and into more and more intense sexual encounters while the idea of a real-life meet still lay out there as a possibility. Nearly two weeks later though, you sent me an email. 

"Book somewhere nice in London, a hotel with restaurant for next Saturday. No promises as to what happens but I'll be there. Cat xx" 

I stared at the screen, disbelieving. Fuck this was getting real now. I had asked for it but could I really go through with it? I was terrified, my heart pounding in my chest as if I'd already been caught. I went for a walk with our dog, a cocker spaniel, to clear my head and, as I threw his balls for him, batted the idea back and forth. Could I? Would I? By the time I'd got home an hour later, I realised that I'd spent more time thinking about how I could make it work than whether I wanted to do it. That being the case, I decided that this was a sign that I wanted it more than I feared it.

It was unusual for me to have to work at a weekend but not unknown and I told my wife I'd be away on Saturday and might have to stay over. She wasn't best pleased but in the end had to accept it. Was that the hardest part, lying to her? Maybe, at any rate I felt like a heel but comforted myself with the excitement of what was going to happen. I went online and booked a nice hotel on Gracechurch Street in the City, bound to be quiet at the weekend, and made a reservation at the restaurant for one o'clock. I emailed you back with the details and waited. And waited. God, it was agony. The next morning, though, you replied with an update to our story and the simple message. 

"1pm it is. Xx"

The next week was agony, waiting. Several times I nearly backed out and I wondered if you were thinking the same. I tried to keep on doing normal things, fortunately it was a busy time at work trying to get everything done before the Christmas break and that kept me sane. The day before, I went to get my hair cut before work and emailed you to check we were still on. " ;) " was your reply. 

The next morning, the morning, I was so nervous. I hadn't slept well, the pangs of conscience perhaps, and I found my hand shaking slightly as I shaved in the bathroom mirror. I love a close shave, the smoothness of the skin and the sharp freshness of applying aftershave. That morning, however, despite my best efforts I nicked myself slightly and the aftershave (Bvlgari Pour Homme Extreme) stung like buggery when I applied it, just my luck! Given my build, I realised a few years back that slim-fit clothes were the way forward and I slipped on a light blue plain shirt and a pair of stone coloured chinos. A navy blue Crew Clothing V-neck jumper followed and a light brown jacket. My brown Grenson demi-brogues completed my outfit and, while I didn't think I'd compare to you, I was pleased with the effect- none too shabby if I say so myself.

I had walked towards the City from Oxford Circus. It was cold and nearly Christmas and there were thousands of festive shoppers out -- young and old, families, couples, single people. How many were having affairs I wondered, how many presents being bought for mistresses today? As I headed south eastwards gradually the number of shoppers began to thin until I reached the City where the streets were almost deserted as they always are at the weekend. I got to the hotel on Gracechurch Street at about 12.45 and checked in. I was sure I was giving myself away but what the hell, I thought, you were worth it, it would be worth it to walk in with you on my arm, providing you turned up of course. I was nervous as I sat in the lobby, my feet tapping on the polished floor. After a few minutes I got up and walked outside, the cold air hitting my lungs sharply after the warmth of the lobby. I could see my breath in the winter's air as I looked up and down the street and leant casually against the stone cladding of the hotel frontage. 

Then I saw you, coming from the direction of Bank Station and I was sure my heart must burst through my chest it was thumping so loudly. Your freshly washed champagne-blonde hair bounced off your shoulders as you shimmied down the street in your black, heeled boots. God, there was a woman who knew how to move, I thought, even wheeling a small overnight bag behind you (a positive sign I reckoned). So few women do these days - know how to walk that is - especially younger women. A sexy, confident walk is a lost art among women but you certainly knew the secret and I was mesmerised as you approached. You raised a black gloved hand and gave me a smile and a little wave. You had a grey military-cut coat with the belt tied around your waist casually, cinching in your slim waist. The broad lapels hid your breasts and I guessed from a distance that the material was a mix of wool and cashmere. From beneath it flashed black nylons each pace you took towards me. 

As you approached the noise of the sparse traffic seemed to die away and all I could hear running through my brain was the sound of your heels click-clacking on the pavement. Then, you were before me, reaching out to touch my sleeve.

"Hello Sam, or should I call you Tom?" you asked in a voice as rich and smooth as honey. I blushed at my deception and managed a half smile in response. 

"I'd prefer Tom if it's ok, that's the name I always hear you call me when I think about you."

"Do you think about me a lot Tom?" you asked with a playful tone in your voice. I nodded.

"More than a married man should," I admitted and leaned in to kiss you on the cheek placing one hand on your waist. Your hair smelt and felt divine as it brushed against me and I could also sense your perfume. Unlike many older women, you didn't overdose on perfume but used just the right amount to pique a man's interest. It was so thrilling to touch you around the waist and to feel my lips on your cheek. I had fantasised about you so much and now, here you were in the flesh, and the excitement of a new relationship beginning, and the stiffening effect that touching a woman you fancied for the first time was heightened by the fact that I already knew so much about you and felt that we had so much in common. 

"It's always nice to be thought of," you replied. "Shall we go in Tom?" I took your arm in mine, feeling the outside of your breast against my upper arm, one of the most intimate of public acts I've always thought, and sensed my cock hardening nicely. We went through the doors together and I led you towards the restaurant. The Maître d' took our coats as we came in and my breath caught in my throat when I saw what you were wearing. It is, I believe, called a bandage dress, all I can really say is that it was scarlet (my favourite colour as you knew from our chats), off-the-shoulder and short, that is to say just long enough only to hint that you were wearing stockings beneath it. You knew, like all truly sexy women, that to suggest, to glimpse, to make a man question what he saw, is so much more exciting than handing it to him on a plate. I knew, though, at that moment, or perhaps more properly I should say I guessed, that you hadn't just come for the food. 

I followed you to the table, admiring the way your arse cheeks moved in the dress, were they moving just a little more than necessary, even in the high-heeled boots you were wearing? As you sat down, you draped a napkin over those delicious thighs and I inwardly cursed your good table manners that temporarily had robbed me of my view of them. I found compensation by drinking in your beauty first hand which before this I'd only been able to enjoy through photos. There was a vivacity about you that pixels couldn't capture and which enchanted me even more than before. I was transfixed by the life and light in your mischievous eyes; I adored your beautiful nose with the slightly flared nostrils that had entranced me from the first moment; I loved watching the laughter lines around your mouth and the way your shoulder-length blonde hair moved. It looked so beautiful and delicate, I just wanted to reach out and touch it. 

Those first few minutes were hard for me. I was knocked sideways by finally having you here in the flesh before me, and what flesh it was, but I needed to drag my attention back to our conversation and prove that I was actually worth spending some time with. Eventually I managed to get myself back onto something like an even keel and to sound like a human being who had actually held conversations with beautiful women before. By mutual but silent consent there was no talk of our families but we had plenty in common from boarding school and livings that revolved around the written word to our dogs as we came from similar upper middle class backgrounds, just fifteen years apart. We made each other laugh and, as anyone can tell you, that is as attractive a trait as a well-turned ankle or shapely thigh, though it hadn't escaped my notice that you had both of those too!

We had both had a couple of glasses of wine to help take the edge off our nervousness and I could feel a nice buzz inside that was only partly caused by the alcohol. When the pudding came, the waitress asked if we wanted coffee and I inclined my head in a questioning way and raised my eyebrows, leaving the decision to you as I don't drink tea or coffee myself. You paused, then smiled softly and slightly suggestively.

"There's coffee in the room, right?" You said quietly, placing your hand gently over mine and rubbing your nail along the back of my hand. I had to work hard not to blush under the gaze of both you and the waitress as we all knew what that meant. I nodded and managed to croak.

"Sure, that sounds good. Just put the bill on my room please," I said, just about managing to look the waitress in the eye and feeling like a naughty schoolboy about to do something illicit and extremely exciting.

When we finished our puddings, I watched you slowly and deliberately dab your delectable mouth with your napkin and then smile.

"Shall we?" You asked, your voice like silk. I stood up and offered you my hand and felt you place you soft palm in mine and another frisson of excitement ran through me. We walked out of the restaurant hand in hand and across the lobby towards the lift, leaving our coats behind us in the cloakroom. A young couple were waiting with us and the bloke grinned at me in approval as we entered the lift. They got out on the first floor and we were continuing up to the third. As the doors closed behind them, I decided to be bold and slid my hand around your slim waist and pulled you towards me. In your heels you were still a touch shorter than me but I did not have to bend far to touch my lips against yours as your face titled up towards me, your hair cascading down behind you. One hand slid further around your waist and down onto this splendid arse, pulling you into me, while the other stroked the nape of your neck. You gave a little gasp as you felt my hard cock against you and then I felt your lips smile against mine and your tongue dart out and then back. You then placed your hand on my chest, looked up into my eyes and smiled. You said nothing but didn't need to as we both knew now what would happen once we entered the hotel room.

The room was large, comfortable and well-appointed in the slightly anonymous style of most upmarket hotels these days. I closed the door behind us as you walked towards the bed. 

"So, coffee?" I asked, making for the machine. You gave a little laugh.

"Later, I think," you said, kicking off your boots and walking over to me, grabbing my lapels and kissing me firmly on the lips. I loved your confidence - you knew and had always known that you could have me at a click of your fingers and here you were doing it. Taking what you wanted in a way only a confident, sexy older woman can. We had discussed online about how important kissing was to both of us and we each gave each other everything in that kiss. It was deep, intense, passionate, searching and long as we gave ourselves to each other in that moment. Nothing else mattered, then, not our spouses or children or lives outside that moment of a man and a woman kissing.


Meeting Cat



Our hands were all over each other and I could feel the tell-tale little bumps under your dress which told me that you were wearing a suspender belt, something I desperately wanted to see. I read about your lingerie in your stories so often and now, here I was, just a fabric breadth apart from it. I wanted you to feel how excited I was and I pushed you up against the wall, biting your lip slightly and raising your hands above you. Pressing into you as I kissed you deeply, I felt you push back against me, grinding our lower bodies against each other like teenagers in heat. I reached down and pulled at the hem of your dress and felt you wriggle beneath me to help my hitch it up. I looked down to see my handiwork, to admire your sexy legs, encased in black nylon and decorated by ribbons of black suspender which led up to a satin belt that framed the most beautiful pair of expensive-looking black knickers under which I could just make out a dusting of blonde pubic hairs.

"Fuck me Mrs Moore," I gasped, "You are exquisitely sexy." You just grinned wickedly.

"I know," was all you said, which drove me even wilder and made me want to drill you through the wall with my cock. I sufficed with a growl and lifting you off your feet and carrying the few feet over the bed. I threw you down and you gave an excited yelp as you landed. You reached out and ran your hand suggestively over my groin, giving my cock a firm squeeze through my trousers. "I think you are definitely over-dressed young man," you told me with a raise of one elegant eyebrow. 

I hurriedly undressed, so excited was I that I wasn't even nervous about showing you my body and manhood - I just wanted to get at you. There's always something very sexy I think about intimacy when one of you is clothed and the other naked and it was amazing to feel your clothing against my skin and hair as I embraced you on the bed, pushing you down and nestling between your welcoming thighs. The electricity of the nylon against my own legs was intense and I gave a low groan when your small, perfectly-manicured hand closed around my long shaft. The smoothness of your palm and the smoothness of the skin around my cock felt heavenly as I slipped up and down your grip. As one hand slowly wanked me, the other was behind my head pulling me down into another long kiss and then down on top of you. I could feel your breasts squashed against me through the material of your dress and strapless bra underneath and could sense my own nipples hardening from the delicious friction. 

"Oh God, Cat," I groaned into your cheek as I kissed it. "I want you so much." You squeezed my cock hard in response.

"I know you do. Don't tell me Tom, just fuck me - we both need it." I chuckled in reply.

"Your wish is my command and my pleasure Madam Cat," I said and reached down between those gorgeous legs of yours to touch the soft fabric of your lace briefs and to feel the springy blonde hairs beneath. The panties were wet with your excitement and, tempted as I was to bring my fingers to my nose to smell you, we were both too eager to be coupled and so I simply pulled them aside and positioned myself at your opening. I was almost trembling now as I looked down at your pussy to see you slowly peeling your lips apart to help me. You looked up at me, lust, amusement & something like pride sparkling in your crystal eyes.

"Do it, Tom, fucking do it! No need for a rubber, I know we're clean," you ordered and my nerves dissipated and I pushed into you. You were slick and wet but I could sense your muscles resisting just for a moment before they gave way and I felt them rippling over my cock as it pushed its way home. Is there a better feeling than that, when a woman lets you all the way inside her? I'm not sure, but I doubt it.

You hooked your legs around my back and arse and pulled me in tighter, our foreheads rested against each other as I began rhythmically to fuck you, ours eyes locked on each other, lust flaring in them. This is animalistic passion as we fuck - there is affection, we know each other quite well by now, but deep down there is a need to couple wildly. Your hands clapped onto my naked arse and control my thrusts just the way you like them as I pulled your dress further off your shoulders to reveal your tits.  

I'd seen them in the photos you'd sent me, of course, but nothing could prepare me for them in real life. They were simply magnificent, easily the most amazing breasts I'd ever seen. Pale, large, perfectly formed, there were topped by the most delectable pink nipples that just begged to be sucked. The tiny, almost invisible, freckles that dusted your chest were adorable and I positioned myself so that with my hand and mouth I could worship at your breasts while my cock gave its full attention to your amazing cunt and your cunt muscles caressed my cock.

We both knew this first fuck wouldn't last long, it wasn't intended to, it was to get our lust out of the way so we could leisurely enjoy ourselves later. You gave a deep groan.

"Mmmm that's it, suck Mummy's tits baby," you almost hissed and I sucked harder, driven on by your use of the incestuous word that excited us both so much in our story. 

"Oh Cat Mum, you taste and feel so fucking good," I said as I drove myself harder into you, mumbling a little with my mouth full of amazing tit flesh. "I can't hold much longer," I admitted.

"Don't, cum for me sweetie, come for Cat, cum for Mummy," you teased and with a crash I felt my orgasm take me. The darkness closed in, a thundering in my ears as I exploded inside you, giving you everything that I had stored up, the cum I'd denied my wife for you.

* * * * *

When the world reassembled in my vision and consciousness after one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever had, I looked at you and we both smiled the slightly guilty grin of school children who are complicit in something they shouldn't be doing but are having so much fun doing anyway. I was breathing in big gulps of air, trying to recover, and I could see that your chest was heaving too, as well as being slightly flushed. I realised with a start that I had come inside you without thinking or asking and I started to apologise. You placed a finger over my lips and I kissed the soft pad at its top and felt the hard contrast of the painted nail on my upper lip.

"Shhh," you said, "don't be silly Tom, I asked you to cum didn't I? If I didn't want your beautiful cum inside me I'd have said so wouldn't I?"

"I suppose so," I nodded. 

"But," you said, rolling me over and straddling me, my cum leaking from your pussy onto the hairs on my abdomen. "As gorgeous as it was to have you cum inside me, Tom, I don't want it there all day. I'm going to avail myself of the shower facilities."

I grinned. "I'd love to join you in the shower but I know you aren't a fan of co-showering," I said, referencing one of the stories we'd written together where you'd told me that showering together didn't do anything for you. "So how about instead, I help you get ready for it?" I asked, reaching up your back with my hands and slowly drawing the zip of your scarlet dress down your back, over your suspender belt, until it lodged in the fabric at the top of your arse.

I dipped my hands inside the dress and allowed them to enjoy the texture, shape and feel of your knickers and arse. I tried not to grope at this stage, there had been time enough for that before and would be again I had no doubt -- instead I tried to caress your flesh like a concert pianist moving his fingers over the ivory keys of a grand piano with all the respect and devotion such a prized asset deserved. You closed your eyes and your head fell back a little revealing the gentle lines of age there, marks of experience that made you even more beautiful and exciting to me.

"Oh God," you sighed. "That feels nice. Mmm, very nice indeed!" I pulled the dress down further and, with a raise of your bottom and a little wriggling the dress soon joined the heap of my clothes on the hotel floor. There you were, then, astride me in black suspender belt, black panties and black stockings looking a million dollars and more. 

What is it, I've often wondered about stockings that so excites the average bloke? Is it the throwback to the supposed glamour and sophistication of a past age perhaps? The intricacy of stocking tops maybe which is so aesthetically pleasing? Or, more prosaically, is it simply that stockings and suspenders reveal so much more flesh than tights do and frame a woman's intimate areas so nicely? I can't say for certain so don't expect me to give any profound insight into the male mind -- sometimes we just like what we like and with you there before me, dressed like that, what on earth was there not to like?

As my hands caressed your body, moving from your breasts, to your waist to your bum, lingering admiringly at each way-station, you were moving your body in time with me, grinding your pussy lips against my stomach, discharging more of my white juice back onto me. It was so erotic to watch and feel you caress my body with your exposed pussy lips and also to feel the material of your knickers against me too. 

Slowly I traced my finger along the satin material of the belt, I fucking love satin as you knew, until, at last, I began to release the stockings and unhook the belt. It peeled away in my hands and I could feel the heat of your body still radiating from it. As I tossed it to the floor I had the chance to bask in the glories of your exposed tummy. I was in awe at how flat and trim it was given that you were nearly fifty, none of the sag and flabbiness that usually accompanies middle age in both men and women. It was adorned by an exquisite diamond belly stud that sparkled in the light and made you look frankly so fucking cool and sexy. Looking at it now, I wondered why the hell I'd persuaded my wife not to wear hers any more, stupid bloody conservative that I am. Even more than its perfections, though, I adored the tiny blemishes that made you the real, beautiful older woman that you were -- the little freckles and moles that speckled your lower torso especially the slightly larger cluster just above the right hand side of your pussy as I looked at it. Maybe it's silly to be so transfixed by the small things, but it's the tiny details that matter sometimes and somehow, if it were possible, they made you even more desirable to me. I kissed my fingers and ran them over the freckles in a sign of adoration and affection. You looked down, a little puzzled, perhaps, but then smiling softly as you understood the gesture. 

Delicately I rolled the stockings down your legs, again revealing in the sensuality of it all and in the marvellous strength, shapeliness and beauty of your tanned thighs. As each went past your knee, you lifted your foot and allowed me to pull them off completely. They floated gossamer-like to the floor as I admired the toe-ring on your left foot, circling it idly with my finger and wanting suddenly to kiss it.

Raising yourself up slightly, together we removed your panties, my hand over yours as we pulled the beautiful piece of black lace over your bottom and down your legs. You toyed with the knickers as you sat yourself back down astride me, the weight of your arse on me again feeling warm and sensual. Running them through your fingers a naughty smile on your face, you leaned down and kissed me lingeringly on the lips.

"I'm going for my shower now sweetie," your words breaking the spell-bound silence that had accompanied your disrobing for the last few minutes. "But I thought you might like to keep hold of these for me while I was gone." And you dropped the lace undergarment onto my upper chest. They lay there as you balletically swung yourself off me, the reward for all that tennis practice, and padded the few feet to the bathroom. I watched you go, admiring the curve of your back and the flaring of your hips. As you reached the door you turned your head slightly and looked back at me over your shoulder. Blowing me a kiss, you said, "See you in a few minutes Tom, don't go anywhere." 

"Wild horses couldn't drag me away," I replied as you closed the door with a little chuckle.

* * * * *

I lay there on the bed staring up at the ceiling and suddenly, without your presence, a wave of guilt washed over me. What was I doing? I'd really done it now, no casual internet flirtation or release but something far more real and serious. I knew what I was doing, had already done even, was a terrible betrayal and there was shame in that, a great deal of it. In the end, though, I was selfish, most of us are, and my own selfish desire, my lust for you and the connection that I felt we had was a more powerful influence than guilt. The intermingled smell of cum and pussy juice that gently emanated from your knickers firmly decided me along the path of sin and I grasped them in my hand and pressed them to my face. The scent was heady and intoxicating and my cock, already semi-hard again, sprang fully back to life. I wrapped the lacy knickers around the head of my cock and slowly pumped while I listened to the sound of the shower and imagined you in there, the water cascading over your breasts, thighs, stomach and arse making them glisten and thought how badly I wanted to make your skin glisten with my cum. 

After a few minutes I heard the water turn off and the door to the shower cubicle open. I listened, noticing the silence of the room around me save the low hum of the air-conditioning, wanting to hear your every move so entranced was I by you. The door opened and there you were, champagne blonde hair darkened by the water and swept over your shoulder until the ends reached the swell of your breast. You had a white, Egyptian cotton dressing gown that fell to half way down your thighs and that you had cinched tight, emphasising both the slimness of your waist and the fullness of your breasts. Your makeup had all washed off and, for some reason, I was touched, moved and very excited by that fact, that you had chosen to reveal yourself completely to me, to hide behind nothing was both immensely intimate and brave. You looked almost shy for the first time but to me you looked absolutely stunning.

I stood up and advanced on you and took you into my arms. "Jeez Cat," I whispered, "you get more fucking gorgeous each time I set eyes on you. Like the photos you send me, each one is somehow sexier than the last." I could have sworn you almost blushed at my compliment but I barely have you time as I pulled you tight to me, letting you feel my erection against you and kissed you firmly, possessively on the lips. It was a long, wonderful kiss and at the end I lifted you up and carried you towards the bed. Instead of throwing you down and ravishing you, however, I pressed you up against the wall by the side of the big double bed. 

A big part of me, namely the part between my legs, wanted to fuck you against the wall but I'd already had my orgasm and I wanted to ensure that this, whatever it was and would become, was as good for you as for me. I therefore lowered your feet to the floor and then slowly to dropped to my knees in front of you. My hands went to the tightly drawn belt and I pulled it free. As I did so the gown fell open to reveal once more your body to my ravenous gaze. I slid my hands around your waist and onto that magnificent arse that was hiding shyly against the wall. I pulled you against my face and I placed a hungry kiss on your abdomen before moving up to kiss your belly stud. You smelled of shower gel and freshness but as I continued to kiss you I could slowly begin to sense the scent of your arousal. Fuck it was amazing - definite but delicate rather than overpowering as some women's pussies can be. Like honey to a wasp it tempted me towards it, so desperate was I for the taste. 

Slowly but surely I kissed my way down your lower torso until I reached your groin. I gently sucked at the pulse at the join of your leg and groin, feeling the blood pumping through just below the surface and sensing the excitement bubbling beneath your surface too. I took every opportunity to look up at you, drinking in your heavenly body, looking through the valley of your breasts to those crystal eyes I had now definitely decided were blue and which were staring down at me with encouragement, lust and the smallest hint of impatience. I decided to tease you just a tiny bit more and to kiss down one of your thighs, paying close attention to the delicate freckles I so delighted in, and then up the other before, finally, at long last, burying my nose and lips into your precious cunt. 

Words fail me to describe how that felt, how intense were the feelings that overwhelmed each and every one of my senses. All I can say is that I had to work hard not simply to come there and then on the floor between your legs like some perverted pagan offering at a statute of Venus. I licked and nibbled and swept my tongue up and down your valley and inside those beautiful lips to taste the exquisite nectar within, all the while with my hands on your arse cheeks pulling them towards my mouth like a man dying of thirst presented with a bowl of life-giving water. 

You didn't say much but I could tell from the heavy breathing, occasional groan and suppressed gasps that my attentions were not unwelcome. Your hands were in the hair on the back of my head where you could get a grip on it and your feet were planted wide apart, allowing me as much access as I could desire to your most intimate area. God, I wished someone else had been there to take a photo of that scene as it felt so incredibly erotic. 

As I paid attention to your clit with my mouth, I slipped one hand down over your arse and between your legs to touch and enter your pussy. One, three, three fingers wriggled their way inside and as each one entered I felt your breathing get more ragged, your grip tighter on my hair.

"Oh Tom," you gasped, "Fuck baby boy, darling son, you're gonna make Mummy Cat cum, don't fucking stop please, yes, so good." Suddenly your mouth burst into life. "Yes, fuck my cunt, suck my clit, do it, oh shit yes!" There are few things in life sexier than an upper-class woman talking dirty and it spurred me on to push you harder against the wall and my fingers deeper into you. As I did, I felt you spasm in orgasm, and then again and again. A real deep one I could tell and, selfishly, there is nothing that makes a guy feel better about himself than making a woman cum. I held you steady as you came down from your orgasm and slowly you slid down the wall until you sat on the floor, back against the wall and legs outstretched as I knelt between them. We grinned at each other and you leant forward to rest your forehead against mine.

"One-all" was what you said. "I think we need extra-time, Tom, don't you?"

"Oh, definitely Cat" was my happy reply.

* * * * *

I stood up and put my hands out for you. You placed your hands in mine and I pulled you upright. I must have pulled a little too hard, however, as I over balanced and ended up staggering backwards a couple of paces until the backs of my knees hit the side of the bed and I fell back onto the soft duvet bringing you down on top of me. We both got a fit of the giggles as you lay there on top of me and we smooched. People take sex so seriously and it is a serious business, of course, but it's also all rather absurd and it's always very intimate when you can share that thought through laughter with your partner. 

Gradually, as we continued to kiss, the laughter gave way to more serious kissing, our tongues playing with each other, searching deep inside each other's mouths. My hands twisted around the tendrils of your still-wet hair and pulled your face closer to mine, I just wanted us to meld together in every way. My legs open, you lay between them, your breasts crushed against my chest, our stomachs mashed together as we moved against each other, our bodies in thrall to the rhythms of lust and desire. I could have spent all afternoon just lying there with you on top of me kissing you but a sense of urgency soon began to overtake us. 




Meeting Cat



You raised yourself from my chest and placed your hands there for a moment, stretching your body and showing off your splendid breasts to good advantage. You looked down at me from your perch astride my thighs and smiled a wanton smile that screamed your control of this situation. Your hand reached for my erect shaft that stood straight up right in front of your body and closed your hand around it. 

"Mmm," you purred, "Mummy wants to go for a ride. I trust my boy has no objection?" 

I groaned as your fingers began to play with the head of my shaft, bit my lip and shook my head. "None whatsoever," I eventually managed to say. 

"I'm so glad," you teased and leaning forwards placed one hand on my chest for leverage and, with the other, dextrously positioned my cock at your entrance. I watched you intently as you slowly took me inside you. I watched as, first, your eyes widened at the invasive feel of my cock pressing into you and then, as they closed, your mouth opened somewhat and your head tipped back slightly as, inch by inch, your pussy swallowed my length. Your pussy lips touched my pubes as I bottomed out inside you and you gave a low groan of delight.

You reached out for my hands with your own and our fingers interlocked as our sexes had and we used these two intersections as pivots to rock back and forth. 

A wise man once said that, like football formations, there are only three basic sexual positions but each has various potential frills attached to them. My own favourite is missionary for the depth of penetration & the intimacy of the face-to-face connection. That said, there is nothing quite so aesthetically pleasing, sexually, as being under a beautiful woman with a great figure. You, Cat, are both of these and more. From the position I was in I could enjoy your slim but powerful thighs either side of my flanks, the slight concave curve of your toned stomach, with the sparkly diamond stud at it centre and upwards to those incomparable breasts and the delicious valley of your cleavage that lay between them. Your clean, silky blonde hair, and let's be honest what man isn't a sucker for blondes, framed that sensual, sexy face and perfected the effect. You were, quite simply, breathtaking and I felt so connected to you as, like the most delicate, intricate machine, we moved in harmony with each other, locked together.

Experienced lover that you were, from your position on top you controlled the movements of that machine like a skilled artisan and brought the maximum pleasure to us both. Each movement of the muscles of your pussy over the skin and head of my shaft felt like a shot of electricity through me. I watched you cum; saw your chest flush and you cheeks redden; felt your cunt muscles grip me tight, your firm thighs squeeze me and your body buck slightly. The cum was silent but powerful, your eyes screwed tight, you teeth biting your lower lip. 

Eventually, you opened your eyes and looked down at me, your pupils dilated, mischief in those blue eyes. 

"You know I'm going to keep fucking you like this and keep cumming on you until you give me another of your orgasms, Tom," you told me, aware that I had cum not all that long before and it might take a little while for my cock to be ready to spurt again. Gripping your hands tighter, I nodded.

"I understand Cat, my body and cock are yours to play with as you wish." You leaned forward at this and kissed me again and then allowed you hair to brush sensually against my hair as you resumed your rocking, this time rather faster than before. 

Your second orgasm was louder, more forceful than before and, as it approached, you broke the link with my hands and started to claw at your own breasts in anticipation, teasing and pinching the erect nipples which, I hardly need add, looked amazing, especially when accompanied by gasps and growls of pleasure.

"Oh fuck, Tom, I'm cumming again, shiiiit!" you cried out, throwing your head back staring straight up at the ceiling your mouth open in a repressed scream. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" you chanted and, as your body writhed on top of me, grinding your cunt hard against my pelvic bone, you racked your nails down my chest from my sternum, over my nipples and down past my rib cage. The shock of this pushed me past the point of no return and I moaned to warn you before pushing my hips up into you and releasing my second orgasm into you. It was, of course, much less substantial than my first and much of the orgasm was one of those dry cums, where one's body jerks but nothing comes out. 

Both exhausted by our exertions, we each visited the toilet to clean up and then simply lay on the bed together, you cuddled into me as we idly flicked through the channels on the big flat screen TV on the wall opposite. We were only interrupted by the arrival of our overnight bags which I collected in the cotton dressing gown you had worn earlier. There was something very intimate and comfortable about just being cuddled up together like a couple, I felt so at ease in your company, like we had known each other for ages but with the added excitement of discovering more about each other as every moment passed. 

As the electric clock on the bedside table clicked over towards 6.30, I asked you whether you wanted to order room service or get dressed and go down to the restaurant for dinner or even out. It was somehow accepted between us that our time together wasn't about to end, that we had at least he evening and probably the night together. You looked up at me and kissed me on the lips. 

"You decide my boy, I don't mind." 

I thought about it for a moment. "I want us to go out. This is lovely in here, like our own little bubble, but, and please don't judge me for this, I want to be seen out with you, I'd be so proud to have such a sexy, sophisticated woman on my arm." 

You smiled happily in return and gently slapped my cheek with your hand. "You little flatterer, you certainly know how to make a woman feel wanted. Very well, I'll need to get ready then if I'm to be a worthy adornment to that arm of yours."

"Can...Can I watch you?" I asked shyly. You looked at me quizzically and then nodded.

"If you really want to, yes," you said.

"I do, Cat, I feel I could spend forever just watching you, silly I know but there we go. Everything you seem to do is very erotic to me." You blushed at the compliment but were obviously not displeased by it. 

"You are silly but I like it," you told me and got up. I watched you move naked over to your overnight bag and retrieve a small make-up bag. You then sat yourself down at the dressing table in the corner of the room and I perched myself on the end of the bed, giving myself a great view of your elegant back and arse cheeks spread slightly on the velvet seat and also of your face and breasts in the mirror. I watched in awed silence as you applied your make up bit by bit. Foundation first, then bronzer and finally blusher to your cheeks. Our eyes were on each other in the mirror, always such an intimate thing I feel, as you drew your eyebrow pencil across your brow before applying a delicate layer of eye shadow, eye liner and then your mascara, all of which made your blue eyes stand out even more. The final touches were the powder brush and then the red lipstick which made your mouth a crimson bow in the centre of that beautiful face. You spun slowly in your seat to face me.

"Well?" you asked, a confident smile on those ruby lips. 

"Fucking hell, Cat, that was incredible," I said breathless. You reached out and scratched gently at my raging erection.

"So I see," was your reply. "Get yourself dressed young man and I'll do the same." I hurriedly obeyed, pulling on my chinos, shirt and jumper, my clumsiness and desperation contrasting with your elegant grace as you slipped on your knickers, lifting each leg to encase them in the nylons and to smooth each one out before attaching them to your suspender belt. 

Unfolding a dress bag, you drew out a beautiful navy taffeta dress that, when you slipped it over your head and shoulders, flared to just above the knee. Attaching long gold earrings to complete the look you gave me a twirl.

"Damn it," I growled, "I want to fucking take you back to bed right now." You giggled and wagged your finger. 

"Uh-uh mister, you've promised me dinner out and I intend to collect on that promise," you said moving towards me and leaning up to kiss me on the lips. I offered you my arm and you grasped it tightly as we left the room and headed back out into the real world.

* ****

When we reached the lobby, we stepped out of the lift my hand resting possessively on your lower back, my splayed fingers just caressed the top of your arse cheeks. It being the City at the weekend, the hotel was still very quiet and it did not take long for us to retrieve our coats from the restaurant. You allowed me to hold the coat open for you as you put it on, another small gesture of intimacy between us that warmed my heart.

As we exited the hotel, the cold hit me together with that strange sense of disorientation that occurs in winter when you enter a building in the daylight and leave it in darkness. You will say I am being clichéd, of course, but it had started to snow, not heavily (it rarely does in London, despite what Hollywood tells us) and not enough to settle on the ground but enough to leave a romantic dusting in our hair and on our coats. Few decent restaurants, other than chains, are open in the City at the weekend and you were far too classy to take to a Pizza Express or Zizzi. We would have to go further afield, either to the West End or across the River to Bankside. I had decided upon the latter as far more romantic, the lights of London from one of its many bridges are one of the glories of Europe, and had intended for us to walk over London Bridge and find somewhere quiet. The snow and cold, however, made me change my mind and with a whistle and a wave of my arm, I managed to flag down a black cab and opened the door for you, admiring your legs and arise as you stepped in and settled yourself down in the corner. I told the cabbie to take us to the Shard and slid in next to you.

You sat there, knees together, and I placed my hand above your knee, just under the hem of your dress, enjoying the sensation of nylon against my palm and fingers. As I chatted to the cabbie idly about the football scores that day, you rested your head on my shoulder, your hair falling onto my chest, and I allowed my fingers to creep up your leg, to circle idly around the stocking tops and the bare flesh of your thigh above it, feeling your body respond both to the coldness of my hand and it sensation of its movements. You pressed your thigh against mine, opening your leg ever so slightly and I couldn't help but notice that the cabbie was checking his rear view mirror rather more than was strictly necessary given how empty the City streets were as he approached London Bridge. 

The traffic increased, of course, as we moved out of London's commercial heart and into its more touristy areas around Bankside, Borough and London Bridge station. This gave our driver even more reason to be looking in his mirror and, very deliberately, you crossed one leg over the other, giving a definite flash of stocking tops and suspenders and trapping my hand between your warm thighs, God it felt like heaven there. A loud blast of a nearby vehicle's horn, told us that your action had badly distracted our good man and we smirked at each other like children again.

Despite the traffic, it did not take our driver too long to find his way to the Shard. Like so many tall buildings in London, and indeed the world, the Shard has a definite phallic appearance but despite the somewhat dull and ubiquitous glass design, it promised fantastic views over what I think is the greatest city on earth and, in my subconscious mind, was a perfect way to show you off to the world -- to publicise our secret liaison in a public but anonymous manner. 

The Aqua Shard restaurant, on the 31st floor, has suitably amazing views which, despite not having the best table (not surprising really given our last-minute appearance on the Saturday before Christmas), we were able to enjoy as we ate together for the second time in the centre of the busy restaurant. The very public nature of our table meant that any overtly sexual contact between us had to be kept to a minimum. You pressed your foot on top of mine, while I placed my hand on top of yours on the table, stroking those long, elegant fingers with my own, paying particular attention to the two gold rings you wore on your middle and ring fingers. 

The food was good, the company far better, as we discussed everything from film to politics and our own lives. I found I just wanted to know as much about you as I could, so confident were we now with each other, even after such a short period of time, that it was possible to talk of our families, though we avoided directly discussing our spouses. While we chatted like old friends, our body language was clearly that of lovers - leaning into each other, plenty of physical contact, shared smiles and the mirroring of each other's actions. The longer I looked at you and watched you, the more erotic I found everything you did, from the way you drank your wine to the delicate way you deconstructed your sorbet. I adored listening to your expressions of delight at what you tasted, each sounded so very sexual - perhaps they would not have done to any innocent bystander but I was not innocent with you, we were guilty parties and I loved it. 

At the end of the meal I stood up and moved behind you chair and placed my hands on your shoulders, my fingers gently massaging you neck under your hair for just a couple of moments before sliding my hands down your arms until they reached your chair. I pulled your chair back and, at you had stood up, took your hand in mine and we left the restaurant. It thrilled me to see the heads of several men turn as you passed.

As we left the Shard, the snow was still falling but only lightly. I made to flag down a taxi but you placed your hand on my arm. I looked across at you and you shook your head. "No, Tom, let's walk." I smiled and offered you my arm, which you took and we made our way westwards along the Bankside towards Tate Modern and the Millennium Bridge. This hugely vibrant area of modern London was full of couples and groups out on Saturday night and it felt so wonderful to be so public with you and yet also be entirely in our own bubble. To those we passed, we might have been like any married couple, albeit with a slightly larger than usual age gap, or perhaps even an older woman with her toy boy, but to us there was the first secret of our affair, the astute or cynical among the passers by might have guessed that. Our second secret, known and knowable only to us that gave me a sense of immunity from the world, was our shared incestuous fantasy. That heightened the thrill even more, not only was I with an incredibly beautiful older woman who turned heads wherever she went but one who shared my deepest, darkest fantasies and perversions.

We walked over the Millennium Bridge together, admiring the lights of London as we did. As we reached half way, I released your hand, slid my hand around your waist and, leaning you back against the railings, kissed you firmly, passionately on the lips. You responded quickly and with urgency and each held the other's face as we sought to kiss as closely and as deeply as we could while the Christmas snow fell round about us, on our coats and in our hair and London moved past us. 

My cock was rock hard and pressing into you as I pushed you back and I felt you push your groin back against me you coat falling open somewhat, allowing your leg to slip between mine. I shuddered, and from the cold, as one of your hands began to move southwards. 

"Cat, what are you doing?" I asked between kisses as I felt your fingers at the zip of my chinos. You didn't stop kissing me as you replied.

"Exploring darling, that's all."

I gasped as your cold fingers closed around my hot and hard cock. "Besides," you grinned, biting your lip wickedly, "My hands were cold and I needed something to warm them up. This will do nicely." You laughed as I reached down and slapped your bum gently through your coat.

"Ah," I groaned, "I'm so going to punish you Mummy when we get back," I warned you and you gave a low, throaty chuckle.

"Is that a promise now my boy?" you queried, arching an eyebrow as you squeezed my cock and then scratched my balls with your nail. My knees almost gave way when you did that and I just about managed a nod. "In which case," you said withdrawing your hand and zipping me up with the no-nonsense efficiency of a mother zipping up her little boy's winter coat before sending him off to school, "let's waste no more time." Licking your fingers deliberately "Mmm, pre-cum," you whispered, "yummy," you grasped my hand and led me to the end of the bridge, back into the City, the great dome of St Paul's in front of us, something which in my heightened state of arousal, I likened to your splendid breasts, the golden cross on top I blasphemously equated to your perfect nipple. We were walking so briskly now, were it not for the snow and the slippery pavements I'm sure we would have run to our hotel. 

I barely noticed the lobby staff as we entered, my vision solely fixed on the lift doors. The lift took what seemed an age to come and then we had to share it with a Japanese businessman. You leaned in the corner of the lift, your stockinged thigh just peeking out from between the front of your coat, teasing me wickedly behind the businessman's back as I just watched you, wondering why the damn lift was taking so fucking long. Finally, finally, it opened and we positively ran down the corridor to the room. The key card lit up first time, I slammed open the door and we were inside.

* * * * *

The card needed to be put in the card reader to turn on the lights but I didn't want to do that, I wanted to explore you in the dark, it felt right somehow as our hands roamed over each other's bodies. Our coats fell to the floor in a crumpled heap, the sound louder in the darkness, even our kissing sounded louder in the dark as our lips smacked against each other and we expressed our approval with moans and growls in our throats. 

"Come with me you naughty girl," I told you, pulling you towards the window. The curtains were open and the only light in the room came from the shining lights of the City outside. I pushed you against the window and stood back to admire your silhouette through the window. You shivered at the coldness of the window as you pressed your hands against the glass, arching your back and pushing your bum against the pane. Your blonde hair spilled down over your shoulders and, as you raised one leg, you looked so fucking wanton that I just wanted to freeze that moment in my mind for ever.

We kissed slowly, intensely, deliberately, all our senses heightened in the dark. You tasted of sorbet and red wine and I felt that I could go on kissing you forever. My hands lifted the hem of your skirt and played with the tops of your stockings, enjoying the contrast between the smoothness of the nylon and the silkiness of the skin of your upper thighs. 

I reached behind you for the handle of the window and pulled it open. The big window, which was really a door, slowly swung open onto a small balcony. I smirked evilly and confidently.

"Your punishment Mummy," I told you, "is to get fucked outside in front of the whole of London." You have a tiny gasp and a wanton smile came over those red lips, I swear you definitely licked them at the prospect.

We stepped out onto the balcony and we each took a sharp intake of breath as the cold hit us. Grabbing your wrist I pulled you into another clinch, my hands slipping down onto your arse, grabbing fistfuls of dress and hoisting them upwards to reveal your hosiery once again. As one hand slid onto the exposed skin, I could feel the goose bumps caused by the frigid air puckering the skin of your peach of an arse and feel the tiny hairs erect on your thighs, standing tall as if they were begging for my touch.




Meeting Cat



"Oh Cat," I breathed as I lowered my head to your neck and began to kiss there forcefully, "I just want you so fucking badly," was all I could say.

"I know sweetie, I feel it too," you told me, your own hands ranging over my body and under my jumper and shirt. You too were seeking the intimacy of contact on skin. "Don't wait darling," you urged, "I'm ready for you, you make Mummy so wet."

With a sweep of each hand I flicked the thin straps from your shoulders and the dress hissed to the concrete floor. Your nipples were erect, hard and pointed by the cold like ruby tips emerging from slightly shrunken and puckered areolae. It was bloody freezing, but somehow we were warmed by a combination of food, wine and, most of all, the raging lust that threatened to consume us. I felt like we might burn up as we touched each other, despite flakes of snow falling in our hair. 

I dropped my belt and trousers to the floor and turned you around, placing my palm over the back of your wrists, pinning you to the black railings of the balcony. My hard cock slapped aimlessly against the pale orb of your arse cheek as we adapted to our new positions. I then reached down and grasped my cock and moved it towards your open, glistening pussy.

As it touched your lips, you growled at me over your shoulder, your eyes afire. "Fucking do it, Tom, put it in...Now!" I didn't hesitate and pushed my cock home, watching in joy as your cunt swallowed my cock easily. As I withdrew and then thrust forward again, I could see that my cock was already slathered in your pussy juices, knowing how wet I and this situation had made you sent a shaft of fierce joy through my heart.

I admired your beautiful arse as my cock pistoned in and out of your pussy and my hips slapped against your cheeks. Your delightful orbs were pale and almost luminous, dusted with tiny moles, especially the left cheek and upper thigh, each and every one of which I adored and which only made you more real, more wonderful, more mine.

The sounds of our coupling, the firm smack of flesh on flesh, our guttural outpourings, the metallic ting of your long earrings against the railing with each thrust all floated out from our balcony into the London night and down towards the London streets. Our balcony looked south and there before us lay the City, the River and its people and we lay before them in our raw, naked sexuality. 

"Do you like this Cat?" I asked rhetorically, "like being fucked for the whole of London to hear if they so choose?" Your reply didn't constitute words, just sounds that couldn't be taken as anything other than approbation. I could see your knuckles turning white as your gripped the black metal railing. "I thought so, you're such a naughty Mummy, aren't you?" Again, no words, just sounds indicating assent as your back arched in a manner that showed off your arse in a most pleasing way. I drew my right hand back and brought it down, stingingly, against the side of your right bottom cheek. The flesh rippled slightly, delightfully, and the aftershocks seemed to loosen your tongue.

"Oh fuck, yesssss!" you hissed, looking back at me, your beautiful face alive with lust, your nose flared slightly, your eyes a little wild. "Fuck me nice and hard you naughty boy. We're so very bad, Tom, and I fucking love it!" You told me and I smashed into your wonderful pussy, your amazing cunt, as firmly as I could whilst still maintaining some semblance of control. 

I didn't wish to abandon myself totally. Sometimes sex is like that, where you just lose yourself in it and in each other completely. Not this time, though. This was one of those experiences which you want to remember for ever, to be able to play back in your mind whenever you close your eyes. An experience you could still recount on your deathbed to prove that, while you hadn't lived your life right always, you'd certainly lived. I wanted to remember this as much as anything is ever done, the day we'd had, your wonderful body and mind -- I knew it had to stay with me always.

My hands on your hips, my name on your lips, I took you, Catherine, and felt you give yourself to me, opening your legs wider, pushing back as far as you could as you cried you orgasm out over the streets of London.

It's a joyous moment to have a woman cum when you are inside her, the tightness and pulsing of her muscles around you provided the ultimate marker of a man's primeval masculinity. I grasped your breast, feeling the bullet-hardness of your nipples contrasted with the luscious softness of your tit-flesh. Sensing my own orgasm coming a lean forward, resting my body on your back as I sought to position myself to cum. 

"Cat!" Was all I could gasp, all I had left as I bit your shoulder and poured myself into you. 

I held myself there on top of your back until I was spent and we listened to each other's ragged breaths.

"Fucking hell!" You broke the silence between us. "I'm freezing my tits off here, let's get inside." I pulled you back into the room and slammed the door behind you. We looked at each other, covered in sweat, snow and almost blue with cold and we burst out laughing and fell into each other's arms. 

We sank down onto the bed and scrambled under the covers, hugging each other close, rubbing our hands and legs over each other to try to warm up. We lay there, clinched together, contact unbroken until I slipped into sleep.

* * * * *

One of the consequences of having young children, of course, is that one gets conditioned to waking up early. Mine tends to wake up between 5.30 and 6.30, so most mornings, even when I'm away from home, I wake around this time as a matter of habit. The morning after the night before was no exception. I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at the digital clock by the side of the bed. 5.47, it read and I sighed, wishing my body had given me a break. Then I heard your breathing next to me and I remembered where I was and what had happened. Did I feel bad about what we had done? Not as bad as I should have done were I the sort of person I, and others, tend to think I am. Truth be told, it was hard to feel guilty when I could admire your sleeping form. The time for guilt would come later -- in the words of St Augustine, God could make me pure, but not yet!

As so often seems to happen, we had started the night holding each other close but, without any conscious memory, had ended it sleeping close but not touching. I raised myself onto my elbow to look at you. In our rush to get into bed and warm up, I had neglected to close the curtains and therefore, though it was still mid-winter dark outside, the street lights offered enough illumination to admire you in your significant glory. The duvet had slipped down your back and now rested a little way north of your arse, the curve of your back. You lay on your front, with your arms up under your pillow, your breasts squashed against the mattress and your face turned sideways towards me. Your blonde hair was splayed over your shoulders and I reached over to play with a few loose tendrils, allowing them to run through my fingers. I watched as your shoulders rose and fell in time with your breathing and your nose flared ever so slightly with each breath. 

I lay there, drinking you in, wondering at my good fortune as my fingers wandered gently across your delicate skin. Not wanting to wake you, I withdrew my hand and restrained myself. Instead, I content myself with a living, breathing version of the photos you had sent me, albeit with worse lighting!

Despite my restraint, you seemed to sense that my eyes were on you and, slowly, wonderfully, you began to stir as I was able to watch you wake, your features come to life in front of me. 

Eventually those blue eyes opened and, rather blearily and sweetly, focused on me. You looked puzzled for a moment, then recognition flashed across your face and a sleek, satisfied smile emerged. You knew who I was and what we'd done.

"Good morning," you said, "been awake along?"

"Long enough," I replied.

"Long enough for what?" you asked quizzically.

"To know I'm the luckiest man in London," I said with a smirk and you stuck out your tongue.

"Flatterer! But flattery will get you everywhere." You said and rolled onto your side, revealing those superb breasts and stretching out your arms. I slipped my hands under your warm body and pulled you towards me. I kissed you on your cheekbone and we snuggled into each other, re-familiarising ourselves with our bodies. My cock hardened against your leg and you gave a contended sigh as you reached for it and pressed it into the smooth flesh of your inner thigh before trapping it there with you other leg.  

"Isn't that thing tired after yesterday's exertions?" You teased and I grinned in response.

"You seem to have amazing restorative properties my dear -- you should market them and make a fortune." You stroked my cheek and gave me a quick peck on the lips.

"You do say the nicest things, Tom," you told me and then gave a slight grimace. "I only wish my own body was as quick to recover. I want you inside me again but I'm pretty sore after yesterday. You must promise to be gentle, can you do that for me?"

"For a chance to be with you again Cat?" I said solemnly, "anything," I smiled and rolled you softly onto your back. Your legs opened wide and I slipped between them. I knew you wouldn't be ready for me yet, so slowly, gently I began to kiss your face and upper body, while stroking the insides of your thighs. Knowing the morning sensitivity that you might be feeling, coupled with the soreness, I took care not to be too rough but equally not to be lazy in my attentions. 'Grazing' wasn't good enough, my kisses and strokes needed to have meaning and feeling behind them but not to be too urgent. 

Slowly, surely, I felt your body respond to my ministrations. Your breathing grew more rapid and more ragged, you gave little moans of encouragement when I touched the right places in the right way and you moved rhythmically with me, as if we each had magnets inside us that drew us together and dictated our movements. I settled on your breasts, kissing, nibbling, paying attention with my lips, my nose, even my eyelashes, to each part of them, slowly making my way towards the top, the prize that was worth the winning. By the time I reached your nipple, it was erect and aching to be suckled. Your back was arched, pushing your breast and nipple towards me as it they were a sacrificial offering. I greedily accepted, closing my lips around the long nipple, tasting it, letting that unique flavour explode in my mouth before supping at it with my tongue and teeth. I teased it, gently scrapping my teeth over its wonderfully puckered texture. God, it was wonderful. You pushed my head down onto it, your nails digging into the back of my skull and then down my back and around to find me, to grasp me, to guide me to your entrance.

You were wet again, I could feel your juices lubricating the head of my cock, preparing it for entry. My eyes flicked up to meet yours as I continued to suckle at your breast and as my cock slowly made its way back inside you. A flash of pain crossed your face and then your eyes softened and your lips turned upwards in a happy smile, the most beautiful I'd seen of all the ones you'd given me. My cock slid home easily and at an adagio pace we began to make love.

I say that advisedly, maybe it wasn't 'making love' for you, but I think it was. What we had done yesterday was amazing and we had certainly given ourselves to each other utterly but we were perhaps too excited, too urgent, too new to each other to be making love. Now, though, with the experience of yesterday and of having slept in the same bed, this was different. Whatever else this was, whatever it had been and whatever it might become in the future, in that moment, in that bed it wasn't playing, not an incestuous fantasy, not even an affair, it was just two people making love - silent, wordless, beautiful love. We rocked together, totally in sync, completely absorbed in each other, feeling every tiny movement our senses heightened as wrapped in each other's arms, our bodies joined at every erogenous zone, for what could have been five minutes or five hours, I had no idea and nor did I care. 

The orgasms when they came were not violent but gentle. They crept up on us almost unnoticed but no less welcome for their unexpectedness. With long, low sighs we came, kissing each other, not minding about the morning taste, and then just lay there in each other's arms, my stroking your hair, your fingers buried in my chest hair. 

I was so tired, I couldn't keep my eyes open. I was barely aware of you slipping out of bed. I heard the shower going as I drifted in and out of sleep. I rolled over and gave a contented sigh when you came out but then slid back to sleep. I felt a kiss on my head and lips at one point but it felt part of my dream.

When I opened my eyes finally, I looked over at the clock again - 8.45. I looked around the room but you were gone, like a will-o-the-wisp that vanishes with the morning mist. All that remained was your scent and, on the pillow beside me, two pairs of knickers. The black ones you had worn yesterday, which I immediately pressed happily to my nose, and a pair of pink cotton briefs. It took my confused brain a moment to work out the significance of the second pair but then it hit me and I smiled a happy, wicked smile. They meant that you were going home without any knickers on, what a marvellous hussy you were, I thought, as I imagined you on the train, those gorgeous legs being admired, the men not knowing that your well-fucked pussy was breathing in the air. I laughed. What a woman!

* * * * *

Christmas Day, four days later. A lovely family day, of course, but my mind kept returning to you. In a lazy moment, my wife asleep on the sofa our baby playing happily with her toys, our dog asleep by the fire, I checked the private browser on my iPhone and there it was 'New email' from Catherine Moore.

"Fancy a rematch?" Was what it read. I smiled at my best Christmas present and started to type my reply.



Meeting Cathy



Cathy and I had been cyber buddies for a while now. We'd first met online when she'd barely lost her virginity in a lusty encounter with some guy she barely knew. Over time, I had been like a big brother as she dealt with her lust and had a couple of failed relationships, as well as a super-hot friends-with-benefits arrangement with one of her class mates. 

I was beneficiary of many of the sordid details of Cathy's sex life, as well as a balanced opinion when she needed it. Additionally, Cathy and I had shared many hot times as cyber lovers from our remote locations.

I was instantly attracted to three things when we first met online - number one being her stunning blue eyes and perfect smile. Secondly, Cathy has this amazing sexual energy that she is constantly trying to tame, which she does her best to do via a number of avenues - masturbation, cyber sex, and physical encounters. The third, and most unmistakable point of attraction came from her most excellent E-cup breasts that sit high on her beautiful body.

Over the past 18 months, whilst Cathy finished off her degree in tourism in Aberystwyth University in Wales, we had been regularly chatting about life and everything, as well as playing when our moods and schedules matched. Cathy was always a blast to play with online. 

One day she said to me, after she'd been playing with her trusty hairbrush while showing me pics, "I bet you'd be a good fuck."

My reply was ":) wanna try 1 day?" 

To which she said, "I'd love to."

So, beginning that day, we began to hatch a plan to spend some 'quality' time together. The plan began to fall into motion with me flying from my home in USA to London, where Cathy met me on the connecting flight to the Greek Isles. We met in the gate lounge, and even though I was quite tired from my Atlantic crossing, I immediately perked up when I saw Cathy in real life, for the very first time. 

Our first hug was intense, and we held each other a full two minutes. When we broke our hug, I looked into those blue eyes and felt like I could dive into them and stay there forever.

"My goodness Cathy, you are more beautiful than the pictures showed," I told her, in all honesty. Her blush was just so cute!

In the next hour till the flight began boarding, we talked non-stop, whilst constantly holding both hands and gazing into one another's eyes. Our connection was very real, and very powerful. In fact, we were both so engrossed in each other that we missed the boarding announcements, only to have the spell broken when the gate attendant actually called our names over the public address system. 

We quickly gathered our bags and ran down the ramp to our flight, laughing as we caught up with the other passengers on the ramp. We quickly settled into our first class seats that Cathy had secured using connections she'd made during her internship with British Airways. The hostess delivered us champagne and we toasted a great holiday together. 

We were just finishing our pre flight snack and drinks as the plane pushed back. Right after take off, we pulled the airline blanket over us and snuggled together, enjoying each other's closeness. 

We continued to talk as we cuddled, merely whispering into one anothers ears over the aircraft noise. At the same time I was rubbing Cathy's arms. Soon enough, we found ourselves kissing. Softly. Gently. Slowly. We had both been looking forward to this part for a long time, and took our time to enjoy it. As we kissed, with only our heads above the blanket, I moved from rubbing Cathy's arms to her breasts. Her big, beautiful, soft breasts. I was in heaven, and by the change in her breathing, I could tell that Cathy was as well.

I slowly massaged both titties with one hand, enjoying her soft moans as we kissed. Thankfully, the lights were dimmed for our evening flight. After ten minutes, I broke our kiss and lay my head on Cathy's shoulder. With this, I also began to move my hand south. I moved my hand slowly from her tight nipples, across her belly and onto her skirt. Cathy groaned softly and spread her thighs at the same time. As my hand reached underneath her skirt I discovered, as expected, her hot naked pussy awaiting my attention.

"Is the coast clear?" I inquired with my head on Cathy's shoulder. 

After a quick look around, Cathy hissed "Yesssss!" 

With that, I began to seriously pet her kitty. Pretending to be asleep on her shoulder, lest someone come by, my hand was far from asleep under the blankets. Cathy's breathing was becoming labored as my fingers gently massaged her outer lips. 

"Pinch your nipples," I commanded quietly. With a little readjustment, Cathy complied. With this, my middle finger pushed between her folds and began to work its way around her vaginal entrance. As I continued this action slowly, I reminded Cathy to work her breasts. I slowly moved my head the short distance off her shoulder and begin sucking the side of Cathy's neck. With this, Cathy humped against my hand as I fingered her, trying to get it further into her. 

Sensing her growing need, I obliged Cathy by inserting my finger as far as I could. She grunted at this development, and I hoped it wasn't too loud so that other passengers could hear her. Her breathing became more urgent. I urged her to try not to be too loud, or we'd leave this flight on handcuffs. Cathy nodded. 

I pulled my finger out slightly and bent it towards her front wall. I quickly found her G-spot and begin to pulse my fingertip against it. I coupled this with pushing my palm firmly against her pubic mound. Cathy humped against it as she began her final approach to orgasm. I kept my finger moving at an increasing pace, and vacuumed hard on Cathy's sensitive neck and within a couple more minutes was rewarded with a flood of warm juices as she tensed into a massive cum. She was struggling to keep breathing under control so as to not alert travelers in adjacent seats, and humped hard against my hand as she rode wave after wave of pleasure. 

As Cathy came down from her intense cum, I extracted my digit and felt the extent of her pleasure soaking into the seat. I kissed her cheek softly and said "wow!" 

She replied, "wow!" 

I kissed her softly on the cheek and we dozed off into a blissful sleep together. A couple of hours later, I was awakened by Cathy unzipping my pants and rubbing me up. She had taken to her knees on the floor in front of her seat and her head was under the covers, clearly on a mission to return my earlier favor. 

Once she had me unzipped and unbuckled, she worked my rising member out of my pants and quickly engulfed it with her warm mouth. This quickly got me to full attention! Now it was my turn to try to be quiet as I received the most awesome blow job. 

Cathy kissed the crown as she stroked me, then fully engulfed me and took me into her throat as she rubbed my balls. Every minute she changed up her technique, each time more urgent than the previous. It was an intense cum that hit my within five minutes. Cathy took my load in her mouth and proceeded to swallow it. I could barely keep quiet as she licked the last of my jizz off my softening cock.

Cathy put my clothing back together and returned to her seat. "Hi sleepy head," she teased as her head came out from under the covers. 

"Hi," I replied. 

"Best wake up I ever had. Thank you." I kissed Cathy, sharing a taste of the remnants of our escapade on her lips and tongue.

After landing, everything happened in a hurry. We collected luggage, passed through customs and took a late night transfer to our resort hotel. We took a quick shower together and washed one another's bodies for the first time. I was dead tired from almost twenty-four hours of transit, and resisted the temptation to get it on with Cathy right at that instant. So we crashed in bed till the morning, cuddling each other tightly the whole night.

I awoke early, my body all messed up from jet lag. By the time I returned from going pee, Cathy was laying on her back, still asleep, with her knees spread, but feet together. This is a position I had seen her in many times in our cyber chats - Cathy found it comfortable and relaxing, she'd told me.

Wanting to give her a nice wake up, this prompted an idea. I carefully pulled the bed sheets out of the bottom of the mattress and crawled underneath into position between her legs. I gently kissed each knee to see her reaction. Nothing. Good, maybe I could give her a wet dream! 

Slowly, I proceeded to kiss my way up her inner thighs, alternating from one leg to the other. The light that was filtering through to windows and bed sheets was just enough for me to get a view of her pussy slowly get aroused as I worked my way close to it - her pinkness deepened, and lips began to pout and glisten with lubrication. As I kissed, Cathy's hand moved to her mound and began slowly rubbing just above her clit. I lifted my head to see if she was awake. She had a blissful smile on her face and her eyes were closed. This was all making me rock hard; I had to work hard to fight the temptation to climb straight onto her and drive my rod into her.

I returned to my vantage between Cathy's legs and resumed my thigh-kisses. Cathy was now slowly circling her hips in time with her hand movements. As I moved closer to her treasure, my kisses became more like soft love-bites. Cathy began moaning softly with this. When I reached the junction of her thighs, I placed a kiss softly on her intimate lips, then began to lick her gently. 

She spread her legs more now, her feet coming apart and began to hump harder against her hand and my face, which was now finally where I'd wanted it for many months. With this, I pointed my tongue and inserted it into her vagina. I used all my tongue muscles to give her two minutes of hard tongue fucking. Cathy responded with louder moans.

Once my tongue tired, I moved onto her clit and was able to suck on it even though Cathy's hand was still rubbing right above there. Again, her groaning got louder and more gutteral. I was really enjoying this, and felt like I might explode on the sheets despite no stimulation at all to my penis. 

Wanting to give Cathy the full extent of my oral experience, and no longer caring whether she slept through this, I brought my fingers to the fray. Inserting my middle finger into her vagina and quickly found her G-spot. As I did the previous time, pulsed my finger across her inner wall at this sensitive place. This time, however, I gave Cathy the extra stimulus of pulsing my vacuum on her clit.

Cathy's moaning was extra loud now, and she was close to orgasm. Too send her over the edge, I added my tongue to the mix - flickering it across her clit whilst sucking on it, fingering her G-spot, and Cathy herself was rubbing her mound. I could feel her muscles tensing. From her thighs that crushed against my ears to her vagina, which clamped down on my embedded finger. Cathy let out her loudest moan yet, at the same instant I was rewarded with a blast of hot come on my chin and hand. Cathy squirted out three large streams of girl cum, soaking the sheets and my happy face.

I removed myself from Cathy's nether regions and moved up to lie beside her. Her eyes opened as I settled next to her and I said "good morning sleepy head". 

She smiled weakly and said "hi," in her cute English accent. "I just had the most intense dream!" She told me. 

"I know," I replied. She looked at me confused. I leaned in and kissed her, knowing that she would taste herself on my lips. 

"It was real?" She asked. 

"As real as those soaked sheets between your legs," I answered. 

"Wow, I am so horny at the moment. Please fuck me!". 

"I thought you would never ask!" I exclaimed. 

I rolled on top of Cathy and positioned my hard cock at her entrance. Slowly I slid into her depths, enjoying the first moments of our coupling. Cathy was tight and hot. I was not going to last long, and told her so. 

"Me too," she replied. 

With that, I began to fuck her hard. Our bodies slammed together as she met my every thrust into her honey pot. It was animalistic. Intense. Within two minutes, I was filling her with my stuff. 

Cathy was right there with me, coming for the second time in ten minutes. I rolled off Cathy and we dozed for a little while before getting up and getting ready for breakfast.

That was the beginning of the most intense week of sex I had ever had. In between time on the beach, a couple historical tours, shopping, and some fine dining, Cathy and I went at it morning, noon and nights. By the end of the week, we were exhausted, but both very satisfied.

On our return flight, we had no great adventure like on the way out. Instead, we talked the whole time, knowing that we would be back to cyber sex after this. We did make a pact to so this again, same time next year. The location will be different though.



Meeting Cathie



This was my fourth trip to Cartersville. And it was a fluke. The person that regularly traveled here was sick and I was instructed at the last minute to get packed, get to the airport and here are your tickets. I was lucky that I was familiar with our products and although I had no formal experience as a teacher, the crews learned the new system in record time. This evidently bought me a few points, now that I'm "requested" by Branford to head the seminar.

There were three motels in the area, two were located next to each other on the main highway catering to the trucking and local "rent by the hour" crowd. The Pines Motel was the third and was located about a mile outside of the other side of town. It sat all by itself on what was supposed to be the future interstate I-something that was never built. 

While I was filling out the motel registration I heard a familiar voice. I turned around and was surprised to see Cathie. She worked for the other company supplying services to this company and we had met during the spring session. Although we had encountered each other often at Branford, this was the first time at The Pines Motel.

We talked for a few minutes and agreed to have dinner together. Boy, this was a pleasant surprise form my typical 'all by myself' meals. I put my bag in my room and hurried back to the restaurant. 

Now, it's difficult to screw up a steak, but the motel restaurant did an amazing job of it that night. The outside looked perfect but although it couldn't be more than half an inch thick the center was raw. The wilted lettuce salad and a baked potato helped cut the hunger pangs, and a few beers from the bar gradually relaxed us. We laughed and agreed that a sixty-mile drive back to the Interstate and a decent restaurant would probably seem like an extremely short trip after this meal.

After dinner Cathie said that she was going for a swim and that she would meet me in the morning for breakfast. We decided that we would take a chance they would not be able to screw up Cornflakes too badly. 

I went back to my room, and turned on he TV. Wow! It was programmed so show all of eight channels. I turned it off, lay down on the bed, got up and decided to take a walk. Splashing from the pool area caught my attention so I walked over and leaned on the fence.

Across the pool I saw Cathie walking toward the pool in a swimsuit. Now this wasn't a bikini or anything too skimpy but it was the first time I had seen her legs and it was definitely the first time I had seen her with her hair down. Now it was at these times I felt that old familiar stirring that had been dormant for such a long item. 

Ever since July of last year, I had been angry, hurt, confused, upset and thinking of anything end everything except women. Burying myself in work had allowed me to keep my mind on other matters since then. Now...watching her walk over to the pool, seeing the shape of her breasts through the suit, seeing just a hint of cleavage; apparently increased the speed of blood circulation to the lower part of my body.

The red light on my phone was flashing when I returned to my room. "Nice job" the message said, "We need you to be in Atlanta by the end f the week."

Now what do I do? Cathie is incredible and she seems to like me but what happens next? Should I ask her to come to Atlanta with me, should I forget the whole thing? Should I go to Atlanta and get back into my "work in everything" mode? This entire running around in my head made dinner a disaster. I'm sure she figured out I'm a real jerk. 

Well we still had a few more days and maybe my mind would be a little clearer after a good night's sleep. At about 10 all the power went out at the motel. It was OK for a while and I kept thinking that it will be back in a minute or two. By 1 a.m. my room had heated up to an extremely uncomfortable level. I opened my door and as I was looking around I could see the vague outline of the pool fence. Hmmmmmmm

The pool area was dark but the half moon gave me enough light to keep from stumbling I was standing in the water congratulating myself on my decision when I heard Cathie's voice ask if there was room for one more person and then a splash.

When she swam up to me suddenly all my indecision was gone. I wanted to be with her no matter what. When I put my hands on her waist, she put her arms around my neck and we began a very long and passionate kiss that created an erection in me that felt like a telephone pole. When I felt her gently brushing up against it I moved back slightly so as not to scare her. She would have none of that however and moved her hips as close as she could. We stood there in the water not moving, looking into each other's eyes. When she saw what I suppose was uncertainty in my eyes, she began to slowly rub against my now fully erect penis.

We held each other and kissed for what seemed like forever. When we finally took a break I suggested perhaps it might be a good idea to get out of the pool and dry off. I took my towel and very carefully dried her spending a considerable amount of time on her breasts and the upper portion of her legs. I told her that it was probably time that I got back to bed and she had to get back to bed as well. I took her hand and told her that I'd walk her to her room. She squeezed my hand and did not say anything. All too soon we were at her door. I put my hands on her face and gave her a very soft kiss on her lips.

At breakfast the next morning, I complimented Cathie on her diving style. She thanked me and suggested perhaps we could take a swim together after dinner. I made a mental note to stop somewhere and buy myself some trunks.

I detected a fresh form the shower scent all around her that made my head swim. Was it my imagination or was the blouse she was wearing skimpier than anything I had ever seen her wear before. I seemed to remember her always wearing a jacket of some sort. Maybe she wears it at work and wanted to me more comfortable for breakfast. Did she always have that second button undone? Her hair was down again. In the past it had always been up in a very business like hair arrangement. All I could think about was having dinner together, then a cool swim. 

I seemed to be in a daze all day. I couldn’t think of anything but Cathie. The Branford building was cool enough but the trip from the car to the building after breakfast soaked me with sweat, as did the trip to lunch and back. The discount store was deserted, the heat I suppose. By the time I got back it the room I was soaked with sweat and as I closed the door the phone rang. It was Cathie and if I was as hot as she was, I should meet her at the pool in five minutes.

Three and a half minutes later, after a quick shower, I walked out to the pool, looked around and when I did not see her, dropped my towel and dove in. The cool water was heaven. I could feel the guilt-up tension drains from my body. I stopped swimming and just floated there face down.

Someone tickling my feet brought me back to the real world. As I raised my head and looked around, Cathie was at my side, bumping against me and smiling wonderfully. How did she do that? Sweating all day, chlorine pool water and she smelled like lilacs.

We talked face to face and after another swimmer splashed by, she put her hands on my waist and moved closer to make room for him to get by. I put my arms around her neck and as we both moved our eyes from the swimmer back to each other we found our bodies touching. We just looked into each other’s eyes for a moment then I leaned over and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. She pulled me a little closer and returned the kiss a little harder and a little longer.

The splashing of swimmers brought us back to reality. As we looked around we observed a number of the other swimmers smiling at us. We finished out swim, and returned to our rooms. When I looked at her I realized that she was way too beautiful not to kiss. I put my hands on either side of her face and we shared the most fantastic kiss. You know the kind, the long, slow, last forever kiss….the one you were born for…..It’s a closeness like no other.

Somehow the door opened behind us, and we moved into her room, my lips warm and kind, yet demanding on hers. I cupped her right breast and with my other hand slipped her swimsuit off first one shoulder, then the other. My mouth was warming her nipples.

When I sat down on the king-sized bed, she kneeled and took my penis in her mouth and soon waves of pleasure began rolling over me. Sliding back on the bed she continued until just before that point where nothing you can do will stop an orgasm. She cupped my balls in her hand, and began kissing the head of my penis ever so lightly and gently; little licks and nibbles up and down the shaft.

She continued her attentions to my penis and started the deep suction she knew I would love. She took her time pleasuring me. She said she hadn’t done this in quite awhile, but she always found it enjoyable.

I rolled over, knelt beside her and kisser mouth for what seemed forever. My eyes were on her face asking a question, she knew what the question was, I knew the answer My fingertips were drawing circles on her breast. Slowly moving downward to her lower belly, and finally, after what seemed like an eternity, to her already swollen pussy lips.

I moved my kisses back to her breasts, her navel then to my favorite. Spot. I parted her legs and began kissing and stroking her inner thighs with my tongues. I began to softly kiss her pussy lips and then I slid my tongue between her lips and began to tease her clit. I started a gently but firm suction. As I felt it start to grow and harden I again kissed and very lightly began to lick her pussy lips. I darted my tongue inside her. The taste of her pussy was incredible, I could feel her juices on my face and I could smell her wonderful scent.

I slid my thumb into her pussy very slowly and when I couldn’t get it in any further I began to move it in and out, my chin was gently massaging her clit and my tongue was licking her pussy lips. While my thumb was moving in and out of her pussy, I took my forefinger and slid in alongside my thumb and when it was nice and wet I started to gently massage her puckered little hole. I stroked her juices all around the area and began pleasuring her anus with my slick and juicy fingers.

I heard a soft Ohhhhhh and felt her move toward me. I slowly and carefully slide my finger inside her and started a gently in and out motion with both fingers. My chin was slowly pressing down on her clit and my tongue was darting in and out of her pussy just as fast as I could make it go. I felt her come for the first time. She said she just couldn’t help it. And I was pleased and excited by this. I crawled over to caress her tenderly and straddled her thighs with my own. I looked into her eyes and gave her an extraordinary kiss. I entered her pussy and began stroking ever so firmly and deeply it was almost more than I could bear, but, ah, I could bear it as long as she wanted. This was the closest thing I figured I’d ever come to heaven and she matched my thrusting, finding the rhythm as old as time itself. She came again and this time I felt a warm glowing surge build up in my balls and in seconds I came and I came and I came

As we lay there sleepily holding each other, my mind drifted to my uncertain future and what I wanted to happen in my life. I realized tat that moment after all of the pent up passion and lust had expended itself, that there was only one thing that really mattered, Cathie.



Meeting Cathy



Chris wandered around the bookstore and checked his watch. He had a little time so he moved to the fishing and boat magazines section. It was in an area that allowed him a view of the parking area. It was supposed to be a black Ford Explorer he was looking for. As he was waiting he found an excellent selection of boating magazines and even got engrossed in a short article in one. He was there to meet a person that he had met online. They had spent hours chatting and sharing their mutual problems and interests. Cathy was also in a boring loveless relationship and he found a comfort in chatting with her. This was their first meeting. He had a description and was looking for a lady with brown hair around five feet tall with glasses. From past experience with people he had met on the Internet he was not expecting much. More often then not when he got pictures they turned out to be overweight and not much to look at. In this case he didn't care, as his purpose was to meet a lady who he had enjoyed conversation with. It was a simple coffee meeting and the bookstore was a good clean safe place to meet for a quiet chat.

He found a story on fishing and became so involved he almost forgot what he was there for. He looked up and there was a very pretty lady wearing a black leather coat and a long ankle length dress standing beside him. She had brown hair, glasses and was holding a cup of coffee. She had a very nice smile and obviously knew but still asked if he was Chris and he replied, "you must be Cathy". They found a table and she sat down as he went to the counter to get a coffee for himself. He was taken back and caught himself looking over at the table for fear she might leave. This was not the visual that had been floating around in his mind. This was a beautiful classy lady that had pride in her appearance. She was very petite and her hair was immaculately cared for, her makeup was flawless and her choice of clothing was excellent. She smiled as he returned to the table.

They engaged in small talk obviously both feeling each other out. Cathy was very interesting with a wonderful sense of humor and he liked her at once. They chatted about her business and the many things they had discussed in their hours online. Cathy seemed to be enjoying herself and the time passed so quickly that before both of them realized it they had been there for over two hours. They left the building and chatted a little in the parking lot constantly watching that they would not be seen and recognized. By this time Chris was feeling a definite excitement growing. The very idea of ever becoming close enough to become intimate with this person seemed unlikely. But it was something he intended to pursue without a doubt. He held her hand and it was small and soft as he said goodbye for now. She drove away and he knew he would not let this be their last meeting.

That evening he was back online and saw Cathy's name pop up on his messenger box. In their first exchange of messages she told him she had enjoyed the meeting. There were the expected comments about how neither or them were what they had expected and how each was pleasantly surprised. The online conversation was taking a new and different twist now and the flirting coming from each end was very apparent. It was not only being laid on thick by Chris but was coming back in no uncertain terms from Cathy as well. They were really having fun and it was starting to look like both of them were more then aware where this was going. Chris suggested that the next time they meet they should find a place more secluded where they could perhaps take a short walk. The weather had been beautiful and they agreed to meet in one of the city parks by the river the next afternoon. 

Chris parked in the parking area and waited and before long Cathy drove in and parked a few stalls away from him. He went over and met her at her car and they held hands for a second always being aware of the fact they could be watched. She looked even prettier to him then the day before. They walked off together down one of the many hiking trails that ran along the river. They went for a short while then stopped at one of the picnic tables along the trail and rested. Cathy sat on the tabletop and Chris sat close again gently holding one of her soft warm hands. There was now a definite closeness between the two of them. Chris continued to hold Cathy's hand as they started out again and before long he went so far as to slide his arm around her. They walked slowly feeling comfortable with each other. 

They turned down a trail that led off the main path into a secluded area. As soon as they were off the traveled area Chris stopped and pulled Cathy towards him. She looked up at him as he lifted her chin and kissed her softly. Her lips were warm and soft and as he moved her warm body close to him he felt her arms slide up his back. Their first kiss was soft and gentle and Cathy moved closer. Chris drew her against him and it was like a nerve was touched and at once there was urgency about them. Almost immediately he felt Cathy moving her lips on his and their breathing quickened. Her body was tight against his and he slowly started to caress her back. He was now sliding his tongue easily between her lips and she was rubbing it with hers and sucking the tip of his. Their breath was coming fast as he moved his hands in a gentle circular motion on her back. Cathy laid her head against his chest as she almost molded herself to him. The passion flowed out of him as he moved down her hip seductively massaging it as he explored the lovely shape under his hand. She responded to his touch by moving so his leg was between hers and he felt her grind slightly against him. It was like a heated explosion had occurred as both of them kissed, caressed and explored each other's bodies. It was too much, too hot and they finally released each other. 

Chris and Cathy stopped no less then four times during the short walk back to the parking lot. At the last stop Chris continued caressing her hips and her outer thigh. Cathy again moved her legs so she was around one of his and she slowly rubbed herself. It was impossible for her to not feel his erection, as it was almost tight against her. It was very evident she not only felt it but also was moving in such as way as to make sure she could feel it. Their kiss was hot and passionate and they were all over each other with Cathy sucking Chris's tongue as he slid it between her lips. Chris had felt much of her shapely body by now having slid his hands under her clothing so he could caress her soft warm bare skin. As their eyes met there were no questions that needed to be asked. Nothing needed to be said as the only question remaining was when and where. That was soon to be answered.

They were not prepared to wait and neither of them was concerned at this point whether there was candlelight and soft music. Chris opened the back door of his new pickup and they both piled into the back seat. With the location of where it was parked and with the shaded windows they had almost absolute privacy. It was a bit cramped but with the use of a pillow and a blanket it was not that bad. Neither of them cared as they wrapped themselves in each other's arms. Chris moved Cathy so her head was on the pillow and slid her jacket off almost at the same time as he threw his in the front seat. In no time his hands were under her top and onto her bra strap. She released her breath and that loosed the hooks so Chris could pop the strap open. Cathy moved herself back from Chris to give him the room she wanted him to have. They looked into each other's eyes as he placed his hand on her bare chest. She was small and delicate but her breasts were full, very firm and absolutely beautiful. 

With almost trembling hands Chris softly cupped Cathy's breasts and gently rolled the nipples and felt them get hard between his fingers. They settled down on the seat and Cathy moved her top up at the same time pressuring and urging Chris's head down. He softly kissed and sucked the nipples first one and then the other. By this time he was caressing Cathy's hip. She almost seemed so preoccupied with the attention her breasts were getting that she didn't notice at first that he was now slowly rubbing between her legs. He could feel the outline of his ultimate goal very well through the soft material as he felt her slight tremor and sharp intake of breath. There was no resistance instead she increased the pressure against his hand and began a slight movement. 

There would be no stopping now as their emotions had taken over. There was no longer any thought of waiting or looking for a better more comfortable spot. Chris covered Cathy with the light blanket and quickly removed her lower clothing with her help. Soon she was almost bare from the waist down. Chris was a bit shocked when he found that Cathy was wearing a thong. That was quite unexpected and they both relished the humor of the moment. She lifted herself and he slowly slid the thong down and off as he then slowly moved his hand up the inside of her thigh. Cathy's breathing was coming faster as he gently touched her and felt the wetness. She inhaled sharply. She was very small and her soaked wet lips were tight and compact like those of a young girl. Her soft hair was neatly trimmed. Cathy voluntarily spread herself slightly as Chris gently slid his finger along her slit. He moved under the blanket and kissed her soft tummy and tentatively moved lower. Almost as if granting permission Cathy put her hand on his head and gently urged him downwards. 

Chris's lips and tongue traveled along her soft skin until he was right over her mound and almost as a natural movement she opened her legs for him. Cathy moaned slightly as he lowered his lips. He opened her gently and tasted the wetness and inhaled her clean fresh fragrance. It was very apparent this was something she loved as Chris began to lick and slide his tongue more forceful. He was gently caressing her breasts as he settled into tickling the outer lips and sucking her inner folds and finally he used his tongue to probe her. She moved against him in rhythmic movements as he was sliding his tongue in and out of her and using it to feel her tightness inside. He spread her upper slit with his tongue and uncovered her most sensitive little area. He formed his lips right over it and sucked at the same time as he flicked his tongue on it. Cathy began to moan and arch her lower body hard against Chris so that he almost had to hold her down. She was going to climax and he worked his tongue on her faster. He sucked her and teased her until she gave a few hard pelvic thrusts and forced his head hard down into her. She whimpered as Chris felt her body tense and contract and she forced herself against him. He felt the release and a quiver go through her followed by an almost relaxed calm as she now held him close. Chris was so excited and his erection was straining in his jeans. He had to release the top button and let the zipper down freeing it. Cathy almost at once lowered her hand and with a soft moan of excitement she gently wrapped her fingers around his hardness and softly stroked him.

She was very good and Chris didn't know how far this was going but as Cathy continued to stroke him he finally lost control. He quickly moved over her and with no hesitation she adjusted her pelvis. She was making no attempt to hide what she also wanted and without any words between them Chris lowered him self to her. He brought his hardness down and guided it into the opening where he wet the tip and with a smooth firm push felt himself slide smoothly into Cathy. She was very tight but warm, wet and smooth as she lifted and took all of him into her. He held her under him and then kissed her deeply as nature took over and he started to move with a slow rhythm. She softly whispered in his ear and asked him not to cum inside her as she used no protection. It was too late to stop now and Cathy made no indication she wanted to so he moved faster and harder while she gripped him and held him tightly. He began to feel the tightening in his loins. There was a numbness and feeling not unlike pins and needles running through him as he stroked hard and fast. He could feel the tightness inside her virtually milking his hard shaft and he knew he had better get out now. He quickly withdrew the throbbing hardness and pressed it into a towel as he felt the release. He squirted at least five long hard streams of warm sticky semen as he looked down and saw Cathy smiling at him as if she was happy for the pleasure he had received. 

Chris found it hard to believe that two mature people such him and Cathy had become so excited they had almost lost their senses. The idea of doing this in the back seat of a truck in a parking lot in the city was unreal. It did have a certain excitement but it also left Chris feeling a little embarrassed. This was not the type of woman that you would lead into a thing like that. This was someone who deserved a fine hotel. He was shocked and upset with himself. Cathy seemed in good spirits but also seemed to be having a few misgivings. They helped each other get dressed and sat and chatted briefly and then he walked Cathy over to her car. She soon drove off. Chris was wrapped in remorse feeling he had found a beautiful person and was sure he had chased her away. He was convinced in his mind that he would not see her again. He felt that regardless of the fact she did indeed participate there was little doubt she would not feel comfortable with him after doing this. He drove home totally upset and convinced he had made a big mess of what could have been something beautiful by getting in a big hurry and not controlling himself. 

That evening he went online and soon he noticed Cathy come on line. He was very apprehensive about what to say or even what to do. Her message popped up on the screen saying, "Chris, I loved this afternoon". His eyes lit right up and that message became the beginning of something wonderful, as you will see in my next story featuring Cathy and Chris in the mountains.