Sweet Catherine Breezes By (12 page)

"Oh I want to dance!" Catherine cried. "Can you take me?"

"Yeah I can bring you tonight for dancing," Timmy declared proudly. "Today we can go swimming in the pool if you want."

"Oh I should have brought a bikini though! No one said it was going to be frigging paradise island!"

Timmy chuckled. "We could go shopping for a new bikini. There's lots of shops."

"But I didn't even bring any money! Can we go back for a minute?"

"You can use my credit card," he said earnestly. He pulled his wallet out of his pocket and took out his VISA card. "You can go shopping with this."

"You've got a credit card," Catherine said, dumbfounded again.

"Yeah because I've got lots of money in the bank," he explained.

"Oh?" she smiled. "But I'll have to pay you back."

They were cruising into a marina and he had to concentrate on what he was doing for a minute. He found a free spot and an attendant tied the boat as they pulled in. "Hi Nick," Timmy said and the tanned resort worker guy said hello and gave Catherine a smile.

She was more interested in Timmy though, and when he took her hand that time she allowed it willingly. He led her into a massive shopping complex that had her swooning as she looked starry eyed all about. There were swimwear shops everywhere and she pulled him into one and rummaged through the bikinis picking out a pretty little green coloured one that was way overpriced but cheap compared to the others she'd looked at. There was sunscreen on the counter and she got some of that too.

"You can get changed on the boat," Timmy grinned when they left that shop. His eyes also lowered and swept over her body rather blatantly, and he blushed a little. "If you want to,” he added coyly.

Catherine felt her own blush rise a little at what he was obviously thinking. But she was thinking something herself as he took her hand again. "Okay," she said sweetly but we have to come back and go shopping again later!"

"Sure! Any time you want I can bring you," he assured as he led her back towards the cruiser. "And if you want to use my VISA card you can!"

"But it's not for free, Timmy. Every time they swipe it you have to pay the money back. With interest!"

He just shrugged and smiled down at her. "I know but you're really beautiful so I don't mind."

"Oh, Timmy,” she uttered. "That's so sweet. Thank you."

She would of course repay him for the credit she had used on his card but he was such a cute and kind hearted guy. And she could see the absolute adoration in his eyes as he looked at her. And apart from an occasional flash of unbridled desire he always looked her in the eyes.

"Are you coming down?" she asked demurely as he stopped on deck at the top of the stairs.

He grinned. "Can I?"

"Uh huh,” Catherine uttered, glancing back over her shoulder as she stepped down into the lounge and galley. She put her shopping bag on the couch and turned to face him. "Can you close the door please?" she asked. "Unless you want everyone else to see," she added with a giggle.

"No - I don't want 'anyone' else to see!" he said and quickly pulled the door closed and turned back swallowing dryly.

His eyes then settled on her body and she undid the buttons at the back of her dress and slowly lowered it. There was a bulge in the front of his shorts and it lifted as she watched it. She stood with her dress at her waist and her breasts bare for him and his erection lifted and firmed like a hydraulic switch had been flicked on.

"Sorry," he said, covering it with his hand but also inadvertently squeezing it.

"That's okay,” she said sweetly. "There's something I wanted to do anyway. It's something I haven't done for Tod or Paulo."

He smiled again. "What is it?"

She stepped out of her dress and approached him in her little cotton panties. It felt strange being the one to initiate things like this but it was nice for once and he was so sweet and loveable. Just like a big - surprisingly muscular - teddy bear. She hadn't really noticed how firm and well defined he was until she touched his chest peering up at him right then.

"It's something with my mouth," she uttered softly.

He blushed and his eyes rolled down. "You mean?"

"Yes - that's what I mean," she went on, kissing his lips softly. "Would you like that?"

He nodded. "Yes! I saw it in a video at Paulo's house once."

Catherine smoothed her hand down over his flat stomach tracing her fingers through the lines of his abs. She found the head of his penis poking at the waist band of his shorts and she covered it softly and squeezed.

"So you haven't had a girl do it for you before? Not even your sister's friend?"

He chuckled. "No!!! Tracy wouldn't do something like that to me!"

Catherine lifted his shirt and kissed his skin. His pecs were light but perfectly defined and there was only a thin trail of hair below his belly button.

"Well I don't know why she wouldn't want to," she teased as she kissed her way down and settled on her knees. She then squeezed his shaft and kissed the head through his shorts making him suck in a breath and grip the stair rail. "I don't know why any girl wouldn't want to,” she added softly as she lowered his zipper and undid the button.

She guided his shorts down to his ankles then gathered the waist band of his jocks and lifted it over his package. His cock remained almost directly vertical and his balls were hanging quite low from its base. They were large and Catherine cupped them and felt their weight as she blushed a little to herself at the thought of how full they might be.

He was still gripping the stair rail but his other hand came to rest on her shoulder and he was inadvertently pulling her closer, which she liked, and she took hold of his shaft and levered it down as she kissed the tip softly. Then with his hand firming and moving to the back of her neck she closed her eyes and took the head of his cock in her mouth.

She had done this so many times for Des in the past year and she used her tongue, swirling it around and massaging beneath the head as he had seemed to enjoy so much. Though it felt quite strange doing for another guy now. Timmy's cock was slightly larger too and it was a little bit thicker. It had firmed intensely and was now a good two inches longer than his brother's. It was actually a perfect size Catherine thought as she stroked the base and shaft and gently cupped his balls in her other hand. Two inches longer than Tod's and two inches shorter than Paulo's donkey dick! And it was seeping pre-cum and the taste and scent of him was swirling in Catherine's head as he started thrusting towards his climax.

He was still clinging to the stair rail but the hand behind her neck had lifted and he was now holding her head in place and virtually fucking her mouth. He had lost all control and she moaned over the swell of his surging cockhead, gripping his shaft in her fist so he couldn't force it into her throat.

His balls felt harder and she imagined heavier in her hand, and they suddenly pulsed, just before his cock hardened and flexed. Then it throbbed and a powerful burst of cum gushed up into the roof of her mouth, followed by another and another.

"Mmm," she moaned as she swallowed once, then she continued sucking softly while pulses of semen squirted against her tongue and flooded her mouth some more. "Mmm - yummy," she smiled up at him as she swallowed again. "Your cum tastes nice, Timmy," she lied sweetly.

"Whew!" he grinned. "Wow - that was the best!"

"Did you like it?" Catherine giggled. His face was so expressive and so frank.

"I love that!" he declared. "That felt so nice and warm in your mouth."

Catherine lifted his cock and kissed his balls, sucking on them softly and touching them with her tongue - secretly wondering if they were now empty.

"It's so clean having sex with you," he said oddly.

"Clean?" Catherine giggled. "Should it be dirty or something?"

"No - I mean all my sperms are gone inside you. Down there before and in your mouth this time. Except on the video the girls were spitting the sperms out."

"Oh! Did you want to watch me dribble it out like in your porno movies?"

He shook his head. "I don't even care about the porno movies. I only watched them sometimes."

"You can watch them," Catherine said warmly. "All guys like that stuff!"

"But I like you better," he said, grinning again. "You're much prettier than the ones I saw."

Catherine stepped out of her panties with him staring openly at her pussy. She quickly pulled on her bikini pants though and tied the top in place.

"Well after you take me dancing tonight I might let you have some more very clean sex with me," she teased. "But only if you dance with me!"

He took her hand and led her back up onto the deck. "Okay because my sister taught me how to dance too," he said proudly. "She said I'm a good dancer now because I've been coming every week since I turned eighteen and I'm nearly nineteen like you now! And I've been dancing with Tracy and Yvette and Patty and umm - and Catherine sometimes, but she's another Catherine and not as pretty as you."

Catherine couldn't wipe the smile off her face as she lounged around by the pool and swam and laughed at Timmy's beautifully gullible take on everything. There were a hundred tanned, glistening, hard bodied men strolling about with million dollar smiles but Timmy looked every bit as attractive.

They stayed for a few hours and cruised back to the island before dinner. Timmy then walked her home and agreed to come back and pick her up at eight.

Catherine ate standing up then showered and picked out a little black dress and the five inch heels she had packed expecting to end up at a dance club - as she had. Her dad had been down at the fisherman's bar shooting pool and approached leaning in the bathroom doorway as she was doing her makeup.

"So - satisfied now?" he chuckled.

"Yes! God yes!" Catherine smiled. "I can't believe you and mom went there last night without me!"

He just smiled at that. Then his look turned serious. "Young Timmy's taking you back tonight then?"

"Yes. Why?"

"No - that's good. He'll take care of you - see you home safe."

"Oh. Okay," Catherine said as he turned to leave.

"You look nice," he added, and left her with that, and with the warm realisation that he was actually quite reasonable when it came to a nice guy like Timmy. And perhaps dipshit Des knew what he was doing after all when he would refuse to come and pick her up from home.

"Your man's here, Catherine," her mother called out, and Catherine frowned questioningly at that but finished up quickly and went out to find him sitting there with her parents looking absolutely fantastic in a dark suit and silver open neck shirt. Her heart had stopped beating and her legs turned to jelly as he stood, still taller than her in her heels, and with his shoulders broad and powerfully square.

He handed her the bunch of roses he was holding and she looked to her mother, who was smiling from absolute ear to ear. Her dad was grinning with a playful twinkle in his eye and she frowned at him to stop it. Then she turned to her date.

"Thank you, Timmy, these are beautiful."

Her mother took the flowers for her as her dad stood and confronted Timmy with that twinkle still there in his eye.

"We have to go now, dad," she said, trying to intervene, but he waved her away.

"A minute won't make any difference," he said. Then he squared up to Timmy and offered his hand, which Timmy took with a brave smile that warmed Catherine's heart a little more. "Now, son, you know the blood alcohol limit on the waterways around here don't you?"

"Dad!" Catherine implored but he dismissed her with his hand again.

"What's the limit, son?" he went on with all the authority of his rank in the service back home.

"Zero blood alcohol, sir," Timmy declared proudly. "That was question one on my test and I know every answer."

Catherine smiled. "See! Now we have to go!" she said to her father.

"And you're going to take care of my little girl for me aren't you?" he said, taking Timmy around the shoulder and smiling back at Catherine and her mother as he saw him to the door. "You'll see her home safe and sound won't you?"

"I will," Timmy offered sincerely while Catherine glared at her father, making him laugh.

"What? Can't a man have any fun?" he chuckled as she pushed past him.

"Don't wait up!" Catherine called back. "We're definitely going to have some fun, aren't we Timmy?" she added loud enough for her father to hear.

Catherine carried her heels and walked down to the pier in the sand by the side of the road. There was a small area of loose pebbles to cross before the pier though and Timmy lifted her and carried her across and down the ramp to the cruiser. She clung to his neck not really wishing to be put down as she drew in the scent of his soap and aftershave.

The twenty minute cruise passed quickly and the sky was alight with the glow from the resort. The hotel was a blaze of blue and white neon and the sprawling complex of pools, bars and nightclubs were crawling with people - some still in swimwear but most were dressed to party.