Sweet Catherine Breezes By (13 page)

There was a nightclub for the over thirties where Timmy had directed Catherine's parents the night before but he took her to the main dance club that was more for their age group. It was there that Catherine was introduced to his sister, Janelle. She was mid-twenties and very bubbly. She was with a group and Catherine clung to Timmy's arm as she was introduced to everyone.

Timmy then bought her a glass of wine and after she'd had a sip he dragged her onto the dance floor. She was always up for a dance and the music was good.

Timmy moved nicely - not over the top or anything, but he had some nice laid back moves and he touched her a lot, claiming her hand sometimes and giving her a bit of a spin, or holding her hips when she wriggled back against him.

He waited on her yet spent some time dancing with other girls from their table and with his sister. Catherine chatted with everyone and danced with everyone too. She ended up a little bit tipsy and swayed against Timmy as he led her back to the boat. It was already two in the morning and the bars were winding down while the pools were being cleaned.

They'd had a couple of slow dances in the club and they were swaying together on the deck of the cruiser. "Can I try and kiss you?" Timmy asked tentatively.

"Uh huh," Catherine uttered, peering up at him.

He then bent to her and pressed his lips to hers, parting them and gently offering his tongue as she moaned into his mouth.

"Oh my god - good lessons!" Catherine smiled. He then kissed her again with his essence flooding into her and sending little warm tingles flittering through her belly. And he kissed her again with his hand coming up to cover her breast.

"Can I have you again now?" he asked her, kissing her lips once more as his thigh pressed between hers and had her grinding against how firm it was.

"Let's go back to the island and you can have me there," she whispered. "We can sleep at the pier and you can have me a few times if you want."

He started the engine and swept back from dock and out through the marina. "I'm going to wait downstairs," she teased and she left him and went down into the bedroom. She pulled back the spread because it was too hot for that and she undressed and slipped between the satin sheets.

The boat soon slowed and eased into dock again and then there was some shuffling around up there and when he appeared in the bedroom doorway he was already fully erect, as were Catherine's nipples against the satin sheet.

He tore his clothes off and got in with her and she switched off the light as he started kissing her again. He kissed her deeply and passionately while fumbling a little with her breasts. She put up with that for only a moment then pulled at his waist, urging him to get on top of her. She spread her legs wide and felt for his erection, finding it hard against his stomach and guiding it into her dripping pussy as he started humping her hand.

She released it and clung to his back, digging her nails in as his cock surged in and out of her. It was really quite thick and a perfect length to stimulate deep inside without hurting.

He fucked her in silence, simply letting nature take over and guide him while Catherine moaned a little as her orgasm neared, and she bit into his shoulder as it thumped through her belly. And just as it did she felt his body tense up and convulse, and she clung to his rippling back and shoulders while his cock throbbed and throbbed inside of her.

"That was nice," he panted as he rolled off beside her.

"Just lie quietly and let me enjoy it please, Timmy," she whispered. He was a beautiful guy with a very nice body but his intellect was a bit annoying after a few hours and she just wanted to soak up the luxury for a minute.

He did as she asked and laid there quietly, then after a few minutes Catherine leant over and kissed him. "I'm going to have a little sleep. Just cuddle me and you can have me again when we wake up."

She spooned back against him and went to sleep in his arms. It was only a few hours later though when he was kissing her shoulder and stroking her face. It was nearly light outside and he had to go to work. He was fully erect against her back and she reached between her legs and guided him into her body.

She was still half asleep as he fucked her. Plus she was too tired to get excited about it so she just tilted her hips and presented her pussy for him to enjoy himself.

"Is that nice?" she whispered to him. "Do you like me from behind like this?"

"Yeah - uhhh,” he gasped and he kept grunting like that while he humped her steadily. And Catherine ground back against his thick and very stiff cock. She gyrated her hips, stirring it around inside of herself and blushing inwardly about the fact it was the third penis she had allowed to so intimately penetrate her.

He was the third guy since Des that she was allowing to regularly service her and cum inside of her. She had made Des use condoms until deciding to run the risk of accept him unprotected a few months ago. But he was her boyfriend so it was only right that she should let him cum in her - that he should have the satisfaction of knowing she was lying there afterwards with his sperm in her belly. Although she always made sure to avoid intercourse at the time she would be ovulating, and this week was quite safe - with the slight risk actually intensifying the thrill.

"You're going to make me do it soon," Timmy gasped.

"That's okay - just do it," she said, and she pressed her butt right back against him as he humped against her. "Mmm that's nice," she uttered as her body began to respond, but it was all too late and he jammed his cock hard into her and started unloading.

Catherine then remained still and just enjoyed the feel of her pussy being filled with cum again. She could feel his cock throbbing and throbbing and she blushed a little within herself again at the thought of his sperm gushing into her - at the thought that it wasn't her boyfriend, he was just some boy from a fishing island and his dick was inside of her, spent and beginning to soften. And then it slipped out as he rolled onto his back puffing. And she felt a trickle of his cum run around her inner thigh so she cupped her pussy and searched for her panties on the floor beside the bed. She found them and pulled them on, smoothing them between her legs and feeling his cum soak in immediately.

He was up getting dressed in a hurry. "I'm going to be late," he explained. "You can stay and go back to sleep if you want to."

"No - I'd better go home before dad wakes up."

"Okay. Should I walk you?"

"No - I'll be fine. You go and get ready for work."

"All right. Do you still want to go back to the resort for shopping this afternoon? I can pick you up at about two if you like."

"Yes, two will be fine, Timmy. It'll be fun!"

He left her at his corner and ran home. She strolled up the sandy path carrying her heels again. The house was in darkness and she snuck in without waking her parents and fell into bed smiling to herself. And she drifted off to sleep with her hands clasped between her thighs and her fingers pressed against the warm wet crotch of her little panties.

****

That time she slept until eleven and woke up with her mouth dry and a dull headache from the wine. Her face was a mess with her makeup smeared and her hair was some sort of wild bird's nest. This was much more like the vacation she had in mind she decided as she stared into her reddened eyes in the bathroom mirror.

She stood in the shower for ages and shaved her legs and pussy. She trimmed away more of her little thatch of hair and then decided to shave right through it leaving her pussy completely bare and exposed for the first time ever.

When she dressed she picked out another of the G-string panties she had bought to please Des. These were white mesh and almost completely see-through, although she had just decided to avoid Paulo and Tod today.

She had been thinking about it as she showered and arrived at the conclusion they were just using her. Perhaps it was because Timmy was so nice that she had come to realise it but she would be avoiding them for the remaining few days of her holiday there at the island. Too bad if they get blue balls, she thought defiantly. They can always go back to their porno movies!

She tried one of the new skirts she had bought in town that was a light chequered cotton and nice and breezy for the hot weather. Her mother had brought her washing in and folded it and she considered her see-through white tank top but decided against it. Instead she picked out a pink stretch camisole with tiny shoulder strings. It wasn't see-through but her nipples were prominent without the bra she usually wore with it. Being as tight as it was it just hugged her small breasts like it had been painted on and she hesitated before going out to the kitchen like that but she decided 'what the hell' she was on holidays having fun and she was respectably covered anyway!

Her mother didn't hesitate as soon as she turned from washing dishes. "Where's your bra, sweetheart?"

"It's too hot," Catherine lied. "Anyway it's no different to wearing a bikini top around."

"Hmm - if you say so," her mother said with her eyebrows raised doubtfully. "Will you run down to the store for me?"

"Sure, mom. But I'm starving first."

She sat down at the breakfast table and her mother fed her eggs and coffee, after she drank all the fresh juice that was left. That took away the dry feeling in her mouth and filled her stomach. Her dad then appeared with his gaze settling on her chest for a moment before he turned to her mother.

"Is that underwear?" he asked, ignoring Catherine's blush completely.

"No it is not underwear!" Catherine protested, causing him to look at her, frowning. But there was a glint in his eye as usual.

"You can't see anything," she added defensively.

He was only passing through the kitchen on his way out to the garage where he was servicing the car. "She's your daughter," he said with a shrug and he kept going.

Her mother tidied her plate away. "You know when I was your age I used to wear a shirt over my top and take it off down the street," she offered with a smile.

"Yeah but it's fun stirring dad, and he deserves it!"

"Hmm. And how was your date with Timmy?"

"It was nice. The resort is fantastic. We're going shopping there this afternoon and to the club again tonight.

“What are you and 'Die Hard' doing?"

Her dad looked a bit like Bruce Willis and needed to be taken about as seriously as his Die Hard character.

Her mom laughed. "You should call him that - he'll get a kick out of it.

"I think we're going four wheel driving over on the mainland or something," she added. "Unless some unsuspecting terrorists try to take over the town while we're there."

"Alert the media! Tell them John McClane's on the job," Catherine laughed.

"Who the hell's John McClane?" her dad asked as he poked his head back in to get some soap to wash his hands - and they both laughed at him.

"That's you, dad. Yippee ki-yay!" Catherine giggled, making a gun with her hand and blowing off the smoking barrel.

He shook his head. "Are you going to put something on?"

Catherine took her mother's advice and put a shirt on over her top. She then snuck off around the back of the garage and over the dunes towards town. The way she had gone was out of sight in case Tod and Paulo were watching from the other side of the house.

When she reached the road on the other side of the hill she took the shirt off and put it in her shoulder bag.

Her top was rather revealing she decided after all. As she walked her breasts were jiggling and her nipples remained hard and clearly defined. Bikini tops were actually made of slightly heavier fabric and were usually looser fitting and therefore less revealing. This was an extremely fine cotton/elastane blend fabric that just about revealed her goose bumps.

She had to walk past the fisherman's bar again and they all cheered and whistled, causing her to blush and smile shyly. There was one ATM on the island but it rejected her savings card saying it was out of date.

"Oh my god!" she cried as she checked it to find it had expired.

She needed money for shopping and she had plenty saved. She thought of the resort where there were ATM's everywhere but that wasn't any use with her card out of date. Then she remembered seeing a branch of her bank across on the mainland, and she had ID and everything so she should be able to draw cash there, she reasoned. But when was the next ferry?

She walked back down past the whistling fishermen blushing and smiling again and approached the police woman she had seen the day before. "Hi. I was wondering if you knew the time for the next ferry?"

"One o'clock," the woman replied, glancing at her chest briefly and making Catherine fold her arms.

It was just on midday, so if she went at one that would mean getting the ferry back at two, which would be okay. Timmy was coming at two but another half hour wouldn't matter to him, she figured.

Then she saw the old guy, Manny, sitting there on his fishing boat as usual and she remembered him offering to take her over anytime she needed. Actually all the other fishing boats were deserted and he looked like he was sleeping.

Catherine walked along the pier to his boat and saw that there was smoke drifting from the end of his pipe. She cleared her throat and called softly, "Manny!"