9 comments/ 38363 views/ 19 favorites Sweet Catherine Breezes By By: coolomon Author's note: This is almost novel length. But the whole story is posted here in one go and there's plenty of sex all the way through. *** 1 *** Tod smacked his younger brother across the back of the head. "Where the fuck were you last night anyway? Out trying to get your pecker wet on your own huh?" Timmy jumped away before he got booted as well. "Look -- there he is!" Paulo said and the three of them dived into the back of a sand dune and crawled to the top so they could see over. "So he's a cop?" Paulo went on excitedly. "How do you know?" Tod stuck his head up a bit so he could see better over the grass. "Dad said," he answered under his breath. "He said he's the fucking Chief of Police or something -- but that's where they came from, not here!" "Yeah but a cop's a cop!" Paulo warned. "He's probably already on with Sergeant Pratt." Sergeant Pratt was the local law enforcement on the island and a mean bitch according to Paulo and Tod. Timmy usually kept out of trouble so she didn't really bother him that much. Except when Tod made him do stuff. Tod was 20 and Timmy was 18 but there on the island it took longer to grow up so they hadn't really changed much since they reached puberty. The island was known by locals as simply that - the island. It was a mile to the mainland with a ferry going back and forth every few hours. There was a sizable town right there but the only business of note was fishing. Plus a few restaurants and bars. On the island there was only the one bar and a grocery store, plus a take away shop and an old picture theatre that some of the fishermen's wives had restored so they could run movies on Friday and Saturday nights and give the kids something to do. Last night Tod had found a girl wandering around and she'd gone to the movies with him. "I think I saw her," Timmy said. "No you didn't," Tod shot back at him and he smacked him across the back of the head again, laughing. Then he got him in a headlock and knocked on the top of his head. "Anyone home?" he chuckled while his little brother struggled and fought to get away. "Yeah I saw her!" Paulo whispered excitedly and Tod quickly crawled back to the top of the sand dune to have a look. The girl he'd found was blond with a perfect young body and a pretty face. She was staying there in the old Walker house with her parents. No one usually stayed there except old man Walker when he came over from the mainland to cut the grass and air the place out. "See! There she is!" Paulo whispered excitedly again. She was standing in the doorway talking to her dad. "Did you really feel her up?" Paulo went on without looking across at Tod in case she went back inside. Tod chuckled proudly. "Fuck yeah!" "So when are you going to see her again?" Paulo asked. He was Tod's best buddy. They had always been weighed down with Timmy since Tod was never allowed to go anywhere unless he took his little brother along. And that hadn't changed even though they were old enough to do their own thing now. Probably because there on the island there was nothing to do anyway! Until now that someone was staying in the old Walker house and they had a hot daughter. "I said I'd see her today," Tod said. "I might just wait until she goes to the beach. She said she would." "Why don't you go over right now?" Paulo asked teasingly. "Fuck off! Why don't you?" he shot back at him laughing. "No -- send Timmy!" Paulo laughed back. "You'll go won't you Tim?" "Yeah dweeb brain go and tell her to meet me us under the pier," Tod commanded of his little brother, suddenly turning serious. "The old man's gone back inside and you can still see her just in the door." "But why do I have to?" Timmy whimpered. "Just fucking do it!" Tod threatened him though and he booted him off the back of the sand dune. Timmy pulled his pants up and brushed the sand off them as he walked around the dune and towards the gate. He stopped there and looked back but his brother was waving him on. He took a breath and walked into the yard and slowly up to the concrete step and the front door. He could see the girl there inside so he knocked softly hoping to get her attention, but her dad was right there to the side of the door and he stood and opened it. Timmy swallowed hard and looked back for his brother, but he and Paulo were off and running across the dunes towards the beach. He turned back to face the man and thought quickly. "I was just wondering if you had any jobs?" he asked meekly. Catherine grabbed her shoulder bag and squeezed past her dad and the young guy standing there fidgeting and mumbling with his hands stuffed in his pockets. She caught the guy's eyes bulge at her and she gave him a quick smile though. The whole thing was a huge mistake for Catherine. She had just broken up with her boyfriend Des after she found out he had been cheating on her. Then her parents decided to get away for a week to what she thought was going to be a tropical island resort. So of course she came along hoping to find dance clubs full of guys much hotter than Des anyway! She hurried along to top of the hill and down the other side to the little cluster of houses and the take away shop. She blushed and smiled without looking at the old fishermen seated along the open windows of the bar as they all whistled and grunted at her. Next to the bar was the police office, which was a small wooden stall attached to the pier. She hurried along the pier to where the ferry was docked but it sounded its horn and pulled away before she got there. "Oh no!" she cried. "Come back -- please!" The ferryman was up the front in a small cabin and he was looking ahead. There were a few people looking back at her. A couple of them shrugged and waved apologetically. "He never turns back," a husky voice called out from below. It was an old man on a small boat tied to the pier. Catherine looked over the rail to acknowledge him. "9am sharp and if you're one second late he'll go without you," the old man offered by way of his apology to the young tourist. The wind was blowing her long blond hair all about and she caught it and tried to fix it into a band as she watched the ferry slowly drift away. With her arms raised like that old Vince had a nice view up her little dress though. The wind was flittering with that as well and he was getting flashes all the way up her slender thighs to her little spotted panties. "Is there another one this morning?" she asked. Her voice was soft and sweet. She sounded so disappointed. "Every two hours love," Vince answered. "Did you really need to get to town?" " Yeah -- sort of..." Catherine said with a sigh. The wind was always blustery there on the end of the pier and it suddenly lifted her dress again, nicely flashing her panties from the front that time. She was still looking out after the ferry and Vince edged around a bit more directly beneath her. They were high cut panties and he could see the shape of her young pussy beneath them. He could see the soft mound and the slight indentation slicing up the middle of it. She caught the skirt of her dress and looked back down blushing a bit. Vince smiled in spite of the fact he had several teeth missing. "Manny will take you over if want to run down there and see him." Catherine looked along the pier to where the old man was pointing. There was another small boat with a man undoing the ropes and getting ready to leave. "Hey Manny -- you got room for this young lady?" he called out. Manny was an old black man who also had a big smile. Catherine hurried along to where he was docked. "Could you take me across?" she asked sweetly. "I can pay!" She stood by the rail while he tied up again and he smiled up at her. "No you keep your money love," he said kindly. "Just a minute while I get this secure so you don't slip and fall..." He was fixing a plank and rail for her to walk across and he kept glancing up at her legs. The wind was blowing in gusts and billowing her dress out, and Catherine bit down on her smile as she felt her panties being exposed to him. Then the other man approached along the walkway below the pier and stepped onto that boat, and the two of them sat down talking while Catherine stayed up on the pier waiting to be invited aboard. "Come on then love," the old black man said and motioned for her to come aboard. The other man then left and Catherine climbed down a ladder and stepped aboard, slipping into the life jacket he held up for her. "Now sit down there and we'll be across in a few minutes," he said, smiling broadly again. Catherine sat on one side of the boat with her knees together and the wind again trying to get under the skirt of her dress. The old man stood up front at the wheel mostly watching what he was doing but from time to time he would look back over his shoulder and Catherine pretended not to notice when his eyes would roll down to her thighs. It was only a few minutes until they were cruising past the ferry and a few minutes after that they were coasting into dock. Catherine waited until the plank and rail were in place then she accepted the old man's hand to balance her as she stepped up onto that pier. Then she had to climb up another small ladder to a boardwalk above. "Thank you very much," she said sweetly but his big eyes rolled up her thighs just as the wind billowed her dress out again. It was a lengthy gust and she pressed her hands to her hips to stop it from lifting right up. That time she met his eyes when they lifted and she felt herself blush. "I'm going back in an hour or so..." he offered. "Oh no. I'm not sure if I'll be going back yet and I can get the ferry this afternoon if I need to... But thank you!" "My pleasure love," he grinned, and Catherine felt her dress fly up at the back as she turned away, giggling to herself and blushing back over her shoulder at him. The plan was to get a bus back home though and the ticket office was there across the road from the beach. A bus today would be perfect. Maybe the next day at worst she figured. "No... every Saturday there's a bus back to the city sweetheart." It was a creepy looking guy with a thin moustache and greasy hair behind the counter. "One every week at 8.30 in the am. You just missed it." "What! You can't be serious!" Catherine cried. "What about a train?" He shook his head. "No trains honey. Railroad closed down thirty years ago in these parts. We locals don't have much call to go anywhere though, and tourists prefer towns further up the coast with those swanky resorts and such." Catherine turned away, defeated. She guessed she would have a look around the town and hopefully find something to do for the week but it didn't look promising on the drive through when they arrived. She checked with the man for the time for the next ferry, which was in half an hour, and then there was another at twelve. The town stretched along the length of a rocky beach closed in by a headland at either end. Walking along Catherine looked up each of the streets that angled away from the shoreline and found the usual mix of service businesses, cafes, clothing and food shops etc. There were a few restaurants and bars scattered around and at the end of the street there were playing fields and a carnival being set up. High up into the headlands and further along the streets away from the coastline were quite a few houses. There were no holiday units or hotels or anything though. It seemed like the town was all business, and fishing was the main theme. Right under the headland was a marina with rows of small fishing vessels docked and lots of bearded, roughly clad men shuffling around. Catherine walked back around the foreshore and ventured along a few of the streets where she found a new bikini and a couple of skirts and tops. She picked out 3 romance novels at a bookstore and decided lying on the beach with a book was about as exciting as it was going to get for the week. *** 2 *** Meantime old Manny stood and stretched his back. The years of dragging in fishing nets had long since taken their toll and even a few minutes bent over was too much these days. He arched his weathered old frame all the way over backwards and rolled his head around to try and loosen up the tension in his neck. His wife's grave looked better now though. He had swept the grit from the tiled surface and polished the gold writing on her headstone. The groundsman usually kept the grass well trimmed but sometimes the edges around her slab needed a bit of manicuring and he had garden scissors in his kit bag for that. He bowed his head paying a last silent tribute to her memory before leaving then he ambled back down the road and out along the pier. He was just climbing down the ladder when he saw the young tourist girl approaching with a couple of shopping bags. "Hi Manny!" she called out to him sweetly. Manny squatted next to the outboard and sat there nice and low where he would be able to see up her dress again. It was fluttering out behind her and with her hands busy holding onto her bags the wind was lifting it quite nicely. She approached directly above him and stood facing, with the boardwalk rail about waist height and her little dress fluttering out beneath where she was leaning against it. He saw a flash of her sweet young thighs again and then there was a gust of wind that blew up her dress and he got a full frontal look at her panties with the slight indentation slicing through her little pussy mound causing his old cock to firm a bit. "Are you coming back with me?" he asked, grinning up to meet her blush. "Okay..." she uttered shyly. She then stepped to the ladder and the pain in old Manny's back was no longer evident as he stood and stepped over to the base of the ladder to take her bags. He was then standing directly beneath her and even without the wind lifting her dress he could see right up it. He could see the thin strip of soft cotton fabric that bunched a little between her thighs then smoothed out to cover her firm little bum. Catherine was on the ladder but she had to wait until the old man moved so she could climb down. His eyes were kind of glazed and his mouth was hanging open. His head had tilted a bit and he was looking directly up her dress but she thought of her asshole ex-boyfriend again and she just waited and let him look. She wasn't planning to flash any old men when she dressed that morning but she had chosen pretty panties and it was exciting to be looked at again after Des had told her not to wear sexy clothes anymore. After a few weeks going steady he had gotten jealous of other guys noticing her and he made her dress like a tomboy with baggy shirts and sweaters and usually jeans or ugly shorts instead of skirts. And then one night at a party she found him in an upstairs bedroom with another girl. Catherine snapped out of her little trance and climbed down the ladder with the old man's rough hands guiding her hips and then ushering her to his boat. His touch had made her belly tingle a bit and when she slipped her arms into the life jacket he was holding for her she felt his tough old fingers fiddling to do up the zipper against her belly. His eyes were then lowered to her breasts and her nipples were firm but the jacket zipped up to conceal them. Manny pushed off and cruised on out to sea nice and slow. He kept checking back with the girl staring out into the distance, with the wind in her hair and her knees swayed towards him. She had relaxed with her knees slightly apart, and with the wind bunching the skirt of her dress up again he had a nice view of the crotch of her panties. All the way across to the island he kept glancing back and enjoying the view, while a few times she quickly averted her gaze and blushed. Then when he helped her off the boat he held her hips instead of her hand and he felt the warmth of her firm young body through her dress. She seemed in a bit of a daydream or something and he kind of squeezed her, feeling the elastic of her panties beneath the thin cotton fabric. Then when she stepped up onto the plank he released her with his hand smoothing over her bottom and brushing down her bare thigh, which caused her to glance back over her shoulder blushing again. "Thank you," she said sweetly. "It was very nice of you..." "If you need to go over the mainland again while you're here I'm always about love... Any time!" Catherine strolled lazily along the pier smiling down at another few fishermen but she mostly held her dress down in front and only let it fly up at the back. She bought a soda at the take away shop and checked the billboard for what movie was going to be playing that night. When she walked back past the end of the pier a boy she had met the previous night appeared from beneath it. "There you are!" he grinned. He looked a lot like the boy talking to her dad that morning, only a few years older. He was walking along beside her with a stupid grin on his face. "So where you going now?" Catherine was trying to ignore him, hoping he'd go away. "Home," she said shortly. He actually reminded her of her ex-boyfriend. The way he had tried to paw her at the movies and how he seemed to think he had some sort of claim on her. "Thought you said you'd meet me at the beach today!" "I didn't say that... You said it and apparently assumed I would." "What are you being snooty for?" he whined. "I'm not being snooty. I'm just minding my own business." He kept looking back and Catherine glanced over her shoulder to see two other guys following some distance behind. One was the other boy from earlier and the other was chubby with a mop of black curly hair. "So what about after lunch -- you coming to the beach then? I'll show you where we all hang out." "What - you and your two friends?" "And everyone else," he replied indignantly. "It's a special beach where the oldies don't bug us... It's around the other side of the island." "Oh... Well I might later. I'm staying just over the hill at that old white house. If you stop by on your way..." He turned back at the top of the hill and Catherine glanced back to see him meet up with his friends. She had lunch with her parents, then they went for a walk into the village where they were going to spend the afternoon and have dinner at the fisherman's bar. Catherine preferred to stay at the house and she took one of her books outside to sunbathe. After an hour and a few chapters she closed the book and rolled over to tan her back. She checked around but there wasn't even another house in view and there hadn't been a vehicle or a person walking by since she had been there. So she pulled the strings on her bikini top but left it in place beneath her breasts. "Fuck yeah!" Paulo groaned. "She undid it man!" The three of them were about 40 yards away peeping over the sand dune. "Awe you can see the side of her tit!" Tod claimed anxiously. "Look how fucking white it is -- that's her fucking tit man!" Timmy was craning his neck trying to see over the grass. Tod pushed him. "Go get the binoculars Tim!" "I don't know where they are," Timmy complained. He was looking over the grass again and he thought he could see the white bit that must have been the side of the girl's boob. "They're on the shelf in the garage," Tod said. "Hurry up and get them before she does her top up!" Timmy ran off towards home, which was the first house that side of the village. The other two remained there peering over the top of the sand dune with their eyes riveted to young Catherine's slender body. She hadn't moved at all by the time Timmy got back with the binoculars and Tod grabbed them off him and focused. Her face was turned towards them and her eyes were closed. She was lying with her arms resting above her head and Tod could see the string from her bikini hanging over the side of the lounger and her bikini cup lying flat with her tit pressed against it. He could see almost all of it but he couldn't make out the nipple just yet. Sweet Catherine Breezes By "Here give me a look!" Paulo said but Tod pushed his hand away. Catherine then stirred a little and reached for a bottle of water that was on the ground with her book. Her body lifted and her nipple was almost visible but then her other hand closed over and she sat with her arm holding her bikini in place while she had a drink. Tod roamed her body with the binoculars. Her bikini was sagging and he could see the top part of her boobs where they were white from her bikini. He moved lower and had a look at her little pants and her thighs and in between them. "Awe give us a look!" Paulo whined. "Don't be a fucking hog man!" Tod watched her lie back down and he kept the binoculars focused on her breasts. She had a towel covering the lounger and she straightened that out while keeping one arm across them and holding her bikini top in place. She put the water bottle back and twirled her hair into a ponytail and positioned that to one side. She then released the arm from across her chest and. "Fuck yes!" Tod cried. "I saw a nipple!" he whispered excitedly and he strained to see it again but Catherine had lain right down and her breast was again squashed against her bikini top. Paulo got hold of the binoculars with his eyes just about popping out of their sockets as he searched for the white bit beneath Catherine's chest. He found it and saw the shape of her boob bulging a little - but it was definitely a part of her boob. "What the fuck?" Tod cried as he looked across at Timmy. He was two sand dunes over with a hand held telescope. He crawled back off his dune and headed over but Timmy jumped up and started running. He ran along the dunes a way and when Tod turned back he climbed up to the top of another one and settled with his scope pointing through the grass. "Wonder where the fuck he got that from," Tod grumped as he got back into position beside Paulo. "She moved a little bit and her arm's in the way now," Paulo said disappointedly. Tod took the binoculars and had a look. Her face was turned away and her arm was by her side covering her tit. He looked over her body and checked her bum and her legs. "Are you going to ask her to come with us?" Paulo asked hopefully. "I'm not going over there! What if her dad comes out? Mean looking fucker!" Tod grumped. "Yeah I guess... But you could send Timmy again." "If we can catch the little shit." Tod turned the binoculars and focused on Timmy way over the other side of the house with the scope pointed at the girl. "Where the fuck did he get that?" "I've seen one of them before," Paulo said thoughtfully. "I think it might be like a field glass or something." "What -- is that better than these?" Tod questioned. "Fuck yeah! Probably two or three times better magnification." Tod had another look over Catherine's body. "He's fucking dead when I get hold of him," he grumped under his breath. They ended up spending the whole afternoon there in the sand dunes watching Catherine. Timmy eventually came back and after Tod got the telescope off him he clipped him across the back of the head. Catherine turned over and over and sat up a few times, always keeping her bikini top in place though. Then after she went inside they were spying through the windows, having turns with the binoculars and the telescope. It was getting dark when they finally got her in the bathroom nude it seemed. There was a small gap in the curtains and although it was a bit steamy they watched her in the shower and then Tod got a look at her through the telescope drying herself off. He saw her tits properly that time -- both of them and both nipples too. He watched her comb her hair still topless and he saw her little tits lift and jiggle a bit. The detail was that good through the scope -- much better than the binoculars that Paulo was using at the time. He was there with a shit eating grin on his face and Timmy was next to him squinting into the dark to try and see too. "See -- there they are now!" Paulo declared as Catherine's parents walked in through the front gate. "I told you they weren't even home!" "Yeah well how did I know?" Tod grumped. "They could have been there..." The bathroom light went off and they decided to call it a day, and the three of them trudged home hungry and thirsty. Then that night they lined up at the back of the small movie theatre and saw Catherine sitting alone down the front. There were a few adults and small children and a dozen or so teenagers in couples or groups. Tod left Paulo and his brother up the back and he went down and sat beside Catherine. "Hi!" he started confidently. "Oh it's you again," Catherine responded without interest. "Yeah. Did you miss me?" "No! Except what happened to going to the beach?" "Yeah, that's tomorrow," Tod chuckled, then the lights went down and the movie started, and he put his arm around the back of her chair but didn't touch her shoulder. Catherine looked down at his hand then shook her head smiling to herself. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked curtly, though she liked his confidence. "Do you want to go out?" he said without turning from the screen. "Out where?" "To the movies." "But we're at the movies..." Catherine declared. "Well this is a date then," he grinned and his hand moved to her shoulder. Catherine looked at his hand again. It was felt strong and rough against her skin. She had a camisole top with thin shoulder straps so he was touching her bare shoulder. He even leant over a bit and sort of pulled her closer with his hand gripping more firmly and making her belly tingle. He hadn't said anything else and was just watching the movie. She liked the way he smelled. He had obviously just showered and maybe it was the soap he had used. She sort of glanced at his face with a bit of stubble and his nice teeth. He reminded her of Des quite a lot but only in a good way just then. Tod waited until a fair way into the movie before making his next move. He could feel her bra strap and he started playing with it. He had her quite close so his reach allowed him to rub down the strap and feel the lacy fabric of her top. He played with that for a while then worked his fingertips underneath, and under her bra as well. He could feel the softness of her tit and she hadn't tried to stop him yet but he thought it best to stop there for a while. He was just feeling the top of it, rubbing back and forth and working around the side. He was definitely touching the white part he'd seen that afternoon -- the bit under her bikini top! Then he started squeezing and feeling lower until he got his fingers right down the side and almost underneath. Then he could feel the weight of it. He was pressing his fingers underneath and squeezing it. He nearly had her whole tit in his hand and she still didn't move or anything. She was staring at the movie screen and her hands were together in her lap. Tod's heart was thumping in his chest. He didn't know how much he was going to be able to get away with, since last night she got up and moved as soon as he put his arm around the back of her chair. Of course he had told Paulo that he'd scored a feel up but that was bullshit -- this was for real... He reached down a bit further and felt her arm pressing against the back of his fingers but her arm moved slightly and then he wormed his fingers all the way underneath and closed his hand fully over her tit. He could feel her nipple hard against the palm of his hand and he thought he could feel her heart beating like his was. He didn't really know what to do next though, so he started squeezing it like a sponge. He squeezed then softened his hold then squeezed again. "Do you want to go somewhere?" he whispered to her. "No thanks..." she uttered. "Let's just stay here ok?" Tod settled there and continued squeezing. He kept it up all through the movie - sometimes softer and sometimes harder. When the finishing credits came up and people started leaving she sat up and kind of wriggled away from his hand. "I have to go." She said, and he hurried after her. He caught her by the arm at the exit and pulled her into the dark corner behind the doors. "What's your hurry?" he said and he tried to kiss her. "We're supposed to be on a date aren't we?" he chuckled, kissing her with closed lips and trying to grope her breast again. Everyone else had gone and no one was watching so Catherine let him. He was squeezing her the same as before though and it didn't feel nice. She managed to get a word in between his awkward tight lipped kisses "I have to go but I'll meet you tomorrow at the pier ok?" "All right - tomorrow at 9!" he commanded and she wriggled from his grasp and got to the door. "Make it 10," she smiled and she jumped to get away before he grabbed her again, and she ran across the road and checked back when she was half way up the hill to see he had met up with the other two boys again. When she got back to the house her mother told her that Des had called so she took the phone into her room. He was whiny and immediately tried to suck up. "Well if you feel that way about me why were you kissing Elizabeth?" Catherine asked after a few minutes. "Awe it won't happen again," Des whined. "I was half drunk and you make me so crazy you know!" "I make you crazy?" "Yeah well you do! Except your dad's got you locked up all the time..." "My dad?" Catherine almost laughed. Des had never even met her father properly. He was too scared to come to her house. "Yeah if it wasn't for him I would have been over your house that night and this would never have happened... You just make me so fucking crazy for it and she was there and I was drunk..." "Oh. So let me see if I have this straight... You couldn't come to my house and take me to Eric's party because you're scared of my dad, but I make you crazy for sex so you had to get it on with Elizabeth?" Catherine giggled. "Is that right Des?" He grunted. "I don't know... Let's just... you know..." "No, let's not," Catherine said softly - kindly. "I'm sorry Des but if you needed something you should have come to me." She hung up the phone at that but couldn't contain a few tears. It seemed every guy she met was scared of her father and she was tired of it. If only they would stand up and look him in the eye - he wasn't so bad. The next morning she woke more angry than upset. Everyone at that party had known Des was upstairs with another girl, and Catherine had been there for ages waiting for him to turn up. They all laughed when she found out he was already there and she went upstairs to find him. And the fact that she was now stuck on a boring little island sucked, but this new local guy was interesting and she was entitled to have some fun. And he really did have a nice smile, even if he didn't know how to kiss yet. He was waiting at the pier when she got there a bit after 10. He had a towel over his shoulder and a big smile on his face. Catherine had brought her shoulder bag with sun screen, water and some fruit for lunch. "Hi," she offered sweetly as she approached. "Come on let's go!" he said and he dragged her off along the pier to a small aluminium dingy. "But where are we going?" Catherine panted when she was settled beside him at the back of the boat. He'd started the outboard and they were zipping out past the end of the pier. "I told you -- the other side of the island... It's faster than walking!" Timmy watched from on top of the headland with the telescope he'd borrowed from old Manny. He could see Catherine's smile and the way the wind was blowing her hair, and he thought he could see the expression in her pretty eyes but maybe that was just his imagination. He watched until they passed the headland and vanished from his sight then he started jogging across the dunes to the walking trail that led to the cove on the other side of the island. That's where his brother was taking her and if he jogged all the way he would get there not long after they did. Tod smiled to himself as he looked Catherine over. She was resting back and looking out to sea distractedly. The wind was blowing her skirt up and showing her bikini pants and he again checked in his pocket that he had the condom. He actually had two in case he needed them. He'd bought a packet ages ago and had only used three so far -- all of them on Molly Dunn but she was just a local girl that everyone had sex with. It only took fifteen minutes to get to the cove and with the ocean calm they cruised to shore and Tod pulled the boat up onto the sand. There was another dingy already there and five other couples plus a few men. "I thought you said adults didn't come here?" Catherine asked. The men she could see would have ranged up to mid thirties and some of the couples were adults, as well as some others about their age. There were no children though and some of the women were topless. "I said there's no oldies. You're not even allowed here until you're 18 though. It's the rules!" They found a spot to set up below the rock wall at the edge of the sand. It was only a small beach though and the others were still quite close. They were mostly smiling over and some of them waved a greeting which Catherine returned. She spread her towel and Tod spread his right next to it. He pulled off his shirt and sat down smiling up at her. Catherine slipped off her top and undid her skirt. She had on a new red bikini and she was quite proud of her tan. She sat down beside Tod and started rubbing in her sun screen. It wasn't only Tod watching though, there was also several older men looking over and that made her belly flutter a bit. "I'll do your back if you want," Tod grinned. "Okay..." Catherine rested forward while he rubbed the lotion in. He covered her back and smoothed it up her sides where she had already done. He was using both hands and they slipped up beneath her arms and his fingers rubbed into the sides of her breasts a bit. "Got to get under the strings in case you want to undo them," he whispered, chuckling a little. Then he rubbed into the sides of her breasts one more time before he got up. "I'm going for a quick dip and I'll be back," he said and he ran into the water. Catherine lay down on her stomach watching him swim and glancing around at the other men sometimes. When Tod came back dripping everywhere she experienced a warm little thrill at his muscular shoulders and arms. He stretched out beside her propped up on his elbows like she was. He smiled. "Do you ever go topless?" Catherine blushed. "No -- not yet." "Do you want to?" "I don't know... maybe." "You can if you want," he said, glancing down at her chest. "It's better than getting tan lines." "You mean I can if you want," Catherine smiled. "You're not very subtle are you?" "Subtle? Is that like soft or something?" "Something like that," Catherine giggled. Then she looked around at the other people again. There were two women topless, both would have been in their thirties and they were very brown. There was only one man obviously looking over right then. He was on his own and facing their direction. Tod was still grinning and his eyes lifted from her breasts as she met them. "Okay I'll take my top off if you want me to. But you can't touch me while everyone's watching." "That's okay I know somewhere else we can go after this," he said. "Oh you do! You have this all planned do you?" "Yeah!" Catherine laughed and pushed his shoulder playfully. Then she sat up with another couple of men instantly looked over, making her quickly averted her gaze. She remained facing them though and she undid the string behind her neck then the one behind her back. She then lowered her bikini top and bit down on her lip as she peered around at the men looking. They were all staring at her breasts and she sat fiddling with her bikini top in her lap while they did. Tod had the sun screen in his hand. "Do you want me to put this on them?" "No!" she giggled, snatching it off him. Then she poured the oily lotion into her hand and applied it to her milky white little breasts. She glanced up at the men watching and met their smiles. One man approached from the far end of the beach and walked by looking directly at her breasts, and she looked down at herself then glanced up to meet his eyes. He climbed up between the rocks and was gone but a few minutes later he appeared above and set up their looking directly down. Catherine rested back on her hands remaining upright so all the men could see her. Tod sat facing her, chatting and continually looking down at her breasts as well. Timmy had his scope focused on her from his vantage point way above the beach. He was looking at her breasts too, but mostly he was watching her face and her smile. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and his heart was pounding just looking at her. "I'm starting to burn," Catherine said after a little while. She could feel the sting in the soft white skin of her breasts so she lay down on her front. She had remained propped on her elbows though, and Tod could still see her tits with her nipples just brushing against her towel. His cock was half firm and he checked the condoms hadn't fallen out of his pocket while he was swimming. There was a walking trail up to an old lighthouse where he was planning on taking her. It had a bunk room where he'd had sex with Molly Dunn twice. The other time he'd had sex with her was in her bedroom when her parents were out, but her dad wasn't a cop or anything! "Let's go," he said after they had been there for an hour and he carried Catherine's shoulder bag and led her up the trail. Catherine finished fixing her bikini top into place as she was climbing the rocks. When they were out of sight of the beach Tod turned around and kissed her. "Open your lips a little bit," she uttered as he kissed her again, and he did that, softening the kiss that time and making it feel much nicer. He also started squeezing her breasts, first one and then the other, and Catherine moaned into his mouth while he did that. "Come on," he said, suddenly breaking away and leading on up the rocky trail. They climbed up to a clearing and the lighthouse Catherine had seen from the sea. Timmy lost sight of them when they went around behind it to the door at the bottom. He knew what was going to happen in there though and he hated his brother right then. He knew he had no right to feel that way but she was just so beautiful and his brother was such an asshole... He turned and started running home with his heart heavy and a knot in his throat. Catherine was led up to the top of the lighthouse where there was a magic view out to sea. Then Tod took her hand again and led her back down the stairs to a small room with a dusty looking bunk bed. "Can I fuck you?" he asked straight out, grinning. Catherine blushed. "You shouldn't just say that," she said shyly. He shrugged. "Okay, but can I?" "Yes..." Catherine uttered, "But you will have to cover that with the towels. It looks dirty." Tod quickly spread the towels over the bunk and Catherine watched him undress. His penis was already hard and pointing straight up. It was only small and quite thin but it was certainly standing proud. He had a condom and he rolled it on. Catherine undid her bikini top and put it on her bag. She watched Tod's face as she pulled her pants down. His eyes lit up when he saw her manicured little bush and that made her blush again. He then approached and sort of guided her back onto the bunk where she lay down looking up at him. Then he knelt on the end and lifted her leg aside, spreading her and making her blush deepen. He lay down on top of her without saying anything or kissing her at all. He just started thrusting between her legs and when he got the head of his dick into her she clung to his shoulders and spread her legs wider for him. Sweet Catherine Breezes By "Awe fuck," he grunted and he thrust firmly into her. She was wet enough and after another firm thrust he was all the way in. Catherine clung to him staring up at the rafters. He was humping hard and fast and jamming his cock into her, and although it was all rushed and awkward she liked the way he was losing control. He was jiggling and squirming and she was holding herself up against him and keeping her legs spread as wide as she could for him. It was all about him but the thought of that was exciting for her and although she never reached orgasm there was a warm rush that swept over her when he was jammed up inside of her ejaculating. He stayed in her for a while with his cock still flexing. Then he rolled off puffing and gasping for breath and Catherine closed her legs and covered her breasts with her arm modestly. He was lying across the bunk resting back against the wall with his cock soft and the condom still on it, and Catherine was fascinated by how much semen was in it. It looked really thick and about an inch on the end was filled up with it, plus there was creamy white fluid all down his cock like it was coated in it... She kind of wished it was inside of her but it was interesting to see it like that too. Tod carefully took the condom off and there was even more than an inch of creamy fluid in the end before he tossed it on the bunk and started getting dressed. Catherine pulled up her bikini pants with him staring at her pussy. He was then staring at her breasts so she put on her skirt next and let him look for a bit longer. "Do you want to go back up for another look?" he asked her. "Okay, but what about that?" she asked shyly, looking at the condom that had ended up on the floor. "We shouldn't leave it there like that." "Well throw it outside," he chuckled and he left and started off up the stairs. Catherine picked it up blushing to herself. She held it so the end filled and she squeezed it and felt how thick and slimy, and how warm his semen was. There was a wash basin and she took it over there. Tod was calling her to come up but she was so fascinated with his semen and she poured it over her fingers. Most of it dripped into the sink but some of it was gooey and stringing between her fingers as she spread them. She lifted her hand and let it run down her fingers and between them. Then she turned the tap on and rinsed her hand and the condom as well before tossing it out a window and hurrying upstairs. Tod was on his way back down but she took his hand and led him back up to the observation room with the big windows looking out to sea. She kept his hand and pulled his arm around her, nestling back against him and grinding against his growing erection as they looked out to sea. Soon enough he was feeling her through her bikini top and he actually started playing with her nipples. "Can I fuck you like this?" he whispered into her ear. "I've got another rubber." "Uh huh..." Catherine uttered. "Just do it to me hard like before." He pulled his shorts down and rolled the condom over his fully upstanding cock once again. Catherine just leant forward and held the window ledge waiting for him to undress her. He moved in behind her and reached up under her skirt to pull her bikini pants down, and he left them around her knees and lifted her skirt up as she watched back over her shoulder. He then held his stiff little cock and pressed the head against her pussy lips. She wriggled back onto it and she was so wet this time that it slipped right in easily. She then wriggled back further and leant right over so he could mount her properly. And he immediately hugged her body and started pounding his cock into her. Catherine was a lot more turned on that time and her orgasm built quickly. He was also taking longer to cum and her orgasm exploded through her while he was still humping her hard and fast. It gripped her and thumped through her belly with wave after wave of deep contractions and she clung to the window ledge and bit down on the scream that almost escaped from her. It then started to soften and the guy on her back was grunting and jamming his cock into her. He was wildly riding her and she arched her hips and presented herself for him. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" he cried and his body tensed as he rammed his cock into her as hard and deep as he could. Then he convulsed and she felt it throb and throb inside of her. He was still clamped to her back and puffing and gasping for breath with his chin upon her shoulder and his face pressed against her neck. His body was shuddering and still convulsing and he was hugging her tight. He was finishing off inside of her and Catherine relaxed back against him and let him enjoy the feel of her pussy. He finally settled and lifted from her back with his cock slipping out. Catherine then turned and pulled up her pants while he took off that condom. It wasn't as full as the other one but the semen in it looked quite thick again. "That felt good," he grinned, though he was still breathing hard. "I can see that," Catherine said shyly, looking at the condom. "Can I fuck you again tonight? I've got more rubbers at home." "Uh huh..." Catherine uttered. "But where..?" "Umm... Do you want to go to the carnival?" "Okay." "After that we can go to Paulo's house because his dad works at night and there's no one home... We can do it in his bedroom," Tod chuckled and he grabbed hold of Catherine and hugged her from behind while sticking the condom down the front of her pants. Then he ran off down the stairs laughing. Catherine rocked back against the window ledge with her legs kind of wobbly and a hot flush sweeping over her. She lifted her skirt and pulled the front of her pants out and the condom was there resting against her pussy. She then slipped her hand down and felt it, pressing it against her wetness. Again his semen was warm and squishy and she pressed it against her clit and rubbed a bit. She rubbed her clit hard and then she pressed the full end condom into herself and closed her eyes as she rubbed and rubbed. She pulled the condom out and held the tip while its contents dribbled through her little bush. Then she pressed her fingers back into her wetness with his semen squishing between them. "Are you coming?" Tod called out from below and Catherine giggled to herself. Her fingers were gooey and she rubbed them into the crotch of her pants, squishing his semen into herself and wiping the rest of it off her hand. Then she ran down the stairs and caught up with him, a little embarrassed with herself but satisfied too. "Do you want to take your top off at the beach again?" he grinned back at her. "I don't want to get sun burn," Catherine smiled. "What if we sit in the shade?" he tried. "Look -- over next to that rock!" There was a vacant shaded area beneath an overhanging rock ledge. Tod led Catherine over there and they set up in the shade with Catherine offering him some of her fruit for lunch. "Most of these people are from the mainland," Tod explained. The crowd had doubled since they were there earlier. Tod pestered but Catherine was too shy to take her top off with so many people around and she denied him, although she really liked the way he so openly asked her to do it. He was such a simple guy and that was perfect for the moment. They arrived back at the pier mid afternoon and found Timmy waiting there for them. He smiled at Catherine first then turned to his brother. "Dad wants the tinny back." "What -- now?" "Yeah. He needs it, he said." "Well you take it," Tod commanded. Timmy grinned. "I can't... He said he wants to see you!" "Why?" "I don't know. Something about some money I think..." "Yeah? Fuck... Catherine I have to go," he said. "I have to take the tinny back to the marina but meet me here at seven and we'll go to the carnival okay?" "Okay..." Catherine returned and she watched him jump back in the boat and speed off towards the mainland. Then she turned to face the little brother. "Hi, I'm Timmy," he said with a big grin. "Hello. I saw you at my house." "Awe yeah -- that! Your dad gave me a job you know?" "Oh really... Doing what?" "It's actually a secret but if you don't tell..." "I won't tell," Catherine said, intrigued. "Well he wants to take your mom for a romantic dinner across in town tomorrow night and I'm going to get my uncle's cabin cruiser and be the chauffeur." They were strolling up the hill. "So do you do lots of odd jobs for people?" "Sort of... I mow lawns for some of the old people and do some fixing jobs or painting sometimes. Mostly I work for Manny, the old black guy. I fish with him almost every morning." "I met Manny... He took me across to town and back. He's nice." "Yeah... Plus he lent me this," Timmy went on, extending the compacted scope he was carrying and showing it to Catherine. "I've been watching you with this a bit," he confessed. "You're really pretty." "Oh! Thank you! You've been watching me?" "Yeah -- when you were sunbathing at the house and then today at the cove. But mostly I was just watching for your smile because you're even more pretty when you smile." Catherine was blushing terribly. My God was every guy on the island this straight forward or what? She didn't know whether to be offended or flattered but he was so damn cute! "I won't do it anymore if you don't like it," he said. "I felt bad before because you didn't know but I couldn't help it... And now at least I told you, so it's up to you if I can do it anymore." "Well it's a bit creepy," Catherine suggested. "Okay. I'll give this back to Manny then... Sorry!" They had reached the front gate of the house. "No you don't have to do that," Catherine said, giggling a little. "It's okay. You can watch me with it sometimes." Her dad approached and Timmy smiled up at him. "Hello," he offered forthrightly. "Hello, young fellow. How did you get on with our arrangements?" "All set," Timmy declared. "But I told Catherine but she said she wouldn't tell." "Oh... Fine then," her dad chuckled. "Something else we can do for you?" Timmy shrugged. "No. I was just walking Catherine home," he said easily. "See you!" Timmy turned and walked back towards the village leaving Catherine bemused and sort of warmly embarrassed at the thought of being spied upon with a telescope. *** 3 *** Meantime, Todd pulled into the marina and tied the tinny up. His dad was there working and he approached expectantly. "The tinny's there dad -- did you want to see me about something?" His dad shrugged. "No. Why?" "Timmy said you wanted to see me." "I've got no idea what you're talking about boy! Weren't you going to keep the tinny over the island tonight?" "Yeah but he said you wanted it back," Tod complained. "Look -- I don't know what you're going on about. I don't need the tinny here today and I haven't seen your brother." "The little fucking shit!" Tod grumbled under his breath, wondering what he was up to. Then he turned to his dad again. "Can I have some money dad? I want to go to the carnival tonight." His dad grinned. "Sure! There's a spare apron... ten dollars an hour!" "No -- I mean can you just give me some. I have to get back..." "Suit up boy!" his dad chuckled but Tod stormed off and jumped back into the boat. He sped back across to the island intending to find his brother and sort him out but Timmy was nowhere to be found. Paulo was about though and the two of them ended up in his bedroom. "So you did her then?" Paulo asked excitedly. "Yeah... Twice!" "Bullshit!" "No -- serious! She's hot man... You should try and get onto her too." "Me?" Paulo scoffed. "Do you think she would?" "Don't know. Maybe!" Tod shot back at him dismissively. "Have you got any money?" "What -- do you have to pay her?" "No! For the carnival tonight... I'm busted." "Me too. I've got like five dollars," Paulo said, searching his pockets and then trying the jar on his dresser where he sometimes dumped some coins. "You'll need a rubber too if you're going to try getting onto her," Tod suggested. "Did you use one?" "Yeah. Of course! But I've only got seven left and I need them all." "Seven! What the fuck do you need that many for?" "Well she's going to be here for the rest of the week. I'm going to need more but maybe Timmy's got money." Paulo left the room for a minute and came back. "I've got one," he said, showing Tod the condom he'd found. "It says it's ribbed... What does that mean?" Tod shrugged. "Don't know! Let's go find Timmy and get some money off the little shit." Timmy turned up at home for dinner and stayed close to his mother so Tod couldn't do anything. Afterwards he agreed to lend Tod and Paulo money but only if he was allowed to come to the carnival with them. "That was actually a pretty good trick for a dweeb brain," Tod admitted while they were sitting there on the pier waiting for Catherine. "Why did you want me to go and see dad though? I don't get it." Timmy shrugged. "No reason." "Yeah well there's no fucking gas left in the tinny so you can fill it up when we get there." "Fuck -- there she is!" Paulo said excitedly. Catherine had on a short sun dress and sandals. Beneath the dress she had on panties and that was all. The three boys stood but only Tod approached. "Don't worry about them, they're just going to hang around," he explained, and Catherine smiled back at them both as she was led to the little aluminium boat. When she was seated at the back next to Tod the dark haired boy spoke. "Hi. I'm Paulo." "Hi," Catherine returned with another smile. Then she said "Hi Timmy." Timmy smiled and pulled a face at his brother, who was frowning and looking confused. Paulo was watching Catherine intently. It was difficult to see her in the moonlight but the town was lit up and there were huge floodlights at the carnival. Catherine had to pay her own entry fee because Tod didn't have enough money to pay for her, but that covered all rides so they started with the roller coaster and had a few goes at that before trying the big Ferris wheel. That had facing seats so all four of them got on together. Tod had his arm around Catherine by then and the other two boys sat watching. He had his arm around her waist and his hand tucked beneath her arm. He inched his fingers in further and touched the side of her tit. He could feel that it was bare beneath her dress and he rubbed underneath a little bit. Paulo could see his fingers moving. He was staring at them and he glanced at Catherine to see she was blushing, then she pressed her arm against her side. "Let me feel it," Tod whispered to her. "No," Catherine said. "Not with them watching." "Awe -- they don't care," he went on. "Just a little feel okay?" Catherine looked at the other two boys as his hand squeezed under her breast. They were both staring wide eyed at what he was doing so she relaxed her arm a little and allowed him to reach up further. Then he closed his hand completely over her boob and massaged it. He did that for a while with the string on her shoulder slipping. That revealed some of the white skin they had seen before and as the Ferris wheel swept through the crowd and started climbing again Tod released her and then slipped his hand in through the side of her dress. "Fuck yes!" Paulo groaned and Timmy just sat staring with his mouth gaping open. Catherine was squirming in her seat a bit. Tod had started playing with her nipple and her dress was sagging enough for the other two boys to almost see. The ride was ending though and she fixed her shoulder strap and met the eyes of the other boys with an embarrassed little smile. Next they had a ride on the go-carts and then they tried some of the side-shows where Timmy won a huge stuffed giraffe at a shooting gallery. "This is for you," he whispered to Catherine. "But I'll carry it for you." There was a petting zoo and some more rides with a huge pirate ship that swung back and forth, almost doing a full loop high up in the air. Then there was a ghost train where Catherine was felt up again. Only that time it was in the dark and Tod got his hand up under her dress and squeezed both of her breasts. They got back to the Ferris wheel and Tod took Catherine aside while the other two waited. He looked a bit apprehensive and Catherine smiled up at him. "What is it?" she asked sweetly. "Well," he started, scratching his head and glancing back at the others. "Would it be okay if Paulo sat next to you this time?" "Sat next to me?" Catherine repeated. "Yeah -- if he sat with you and had a feel like I did." Catherine blushed as her heart pounded away. "Is that what you want?" she uttered. She was instantly overwhelmed by the thought and she wanted it to happen. "I'll do it if you want," she added softly, before he had a chance to change his mind. They got back into line and when their turn came around Tod ushered her to a seat then he pushed Timmy in and sat next to him. Paulo then got in beside Catherine and her nipples were instantly hard. The ride started with Tod and Paulo looking at each other and Tod motioning for him to do something. The wheel had gone around once and on the way up the second time Paulo put his arm around the seat behind Catherine. She sat fiddling with her dress in her lap until she felt his fingers pressing in underneath her arm. She then took another breath and held it as she lifted her arm slightly. Then his fingers wriggled in further and his thumb stroked down from above and brushed over her nipple sending sparks through her entire body. His hand then closed over her breast and he started feeling it and massaging firmly. She looked across at Tod and Timmy staring with their mouths open. Her shoulder strap was hanging down her arm and she lifted her arm more so he could get his hand down underneath her dress. Paulo felt her bare tit. He squeezed it and rubbed the hard little nipple between his thumb and fingers. She was just staring straight ahead and he was looking down her front. He held her dress out a bit so he could see her tit that time and he tried to rub up her leg with his other hand but she wedged her hands between her legs and stopped him. Being denied that he concentrated on what he was allowed to do. He liked how hard her nipple was and he pinched it and then jiggled her tit and then pinched it again. "You're next," Tod said to his brother and Catherine's blush deepened. "No -- that's okay," Timmy stammered nervously though, and the other two laughed. Catherine relaxed back against Paulo and he continued feeling her breast but just softly, and they started laughing and chatting which eased the tension a lot. She just sat quietly enjoying being felt up like that. It wasn't so much what he was doing, but the fact that he was doing it in front of the other boys, and the one she was supposed to be going out with was just watching him do it. He also continued stroking her leg and she relaxed her hands in her lap and allowed that too. He was just playing with her thigh and the hem of her dress was getting bunched up a bit. His fingers finally touched her panties and she looked down and could see them exposed between her thighs. Tod was glancing down too and Timmy was staring at them. They could see the little pink triangle between her legs and that was making her squirm even more. The ride finally ended though and she was given back to Tod. He took her on the pirate ship ride again and then he spent the last of his money on a soda and she had to buy her own. It was getting late though and they went back to the marina and got in the boat to return to the island. The sea was like glass it was so calm and they cruised out with Timmy driving and Catherine sitting on the front bench next to Tod. He started by feeling her breasts and kissing her then he moved to her ear and whispered, "Can I fuck you again?"