Cathy Ch 01 Cozy In The Jacuzzi

Author's note: Just a short 2-part (may add more) story I penned a while back with the inspiration from another Litster (not the same as the Helena series). Hope you enjoy, and let me know if you think I should extend it.

Cathy 1: Cozy in the Jacuzzi

Man, I miss the salt air! The thought washes away any vestiges of stress from my mind, as it has since my childhood.

Then, it was the breeze coming off of the Texas coast. Now, it comes off of the crystal blue waters of the Caribbean, constantly swaying palm trees & fluttering umbrellas poolside, and gently swirling around the secluded hot tub.

I lay my towel on a chair beside the tub. The sun was dipping towards the horizon, casting a myriad of reds, oranges and gold across everything. The heat of the day was dissipating, and shadows were growing.

Half an hour ago, a couple dozen people had gathered around the pool area, watching the sun settle into the sea. This wasn't one of the larger resorts, so it got a little crowded. Having seen my share of suns sizzling down into oceans, so I bowed out, relinquishing my seat to a bubbly, intoxicated woman who needed some immediate stability in her life. Another minute swaying, and someone would have been rescuing her from the pool.

I'd been here before, and knew this was the best time for a relaxing soak, so I slipped off in that direction. But not before I spotted you.

You're the kind of woman I'd spot from among a throng of young beach bunnies. I leave the twenty-somethings for the young men to contend with; I've seen way more than enough drama in my life. Time had taught me the value of a real woman, one who was mature enough to appreciate life and passion without all the nonsense associated with the young.

Okay, I'll be honest: I couldn't see any of that at first. The first thing that caught my eyes was your amazing ass in that blue bikini.

This wasn't one of those little things that young women wear now; a piece of string running here & there,leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. No, this was a classic, ties at the sides, a bit of butt hanging out each side bikini.

And you were amazing in it. Your body is the kind of curves that gave birth to the term MILF. You were fit; I could see that in the toned calves. You didn't look like a runner, though; swimming, maybe? Bicycling? Competitive sex? I didn't have to know how to appreciate the results. When you turned to the side to talk to one of your friends, I caught a glimpse upstairs, and I could see enough to recognize that you had a lovely set of breasts, with a tantalizing amount of curves visible between them. I had to tear my eyes away to head to the tub before the visual stimulation made walking embarrassing. Yep, time for a nice quiet soak in the tub.

I had discovered this tub, which was apart from the pool area & secluded by bushes and fence, on a prior trip. In beach culture, there is often a bit of a lull between the afternoon of activities on the beach and the time when the nightlife kicks in. People are showering away the salt and sand, primping for the clubs, maybe grabbing a quick bite. This normally translated into about 2-3 hours of peace in my little hideaway. As I lowered myself into the hot bubbles,laid my head back, and closed my eyes. Your bikini-clad body sprung up on the screen in my head.

I had actually spotted you earlier, as we passed each other in the lobby area. I couldn't see much of your face because of your sunglasses and hat, but I could see enough to draw my attention. After you passed me, I couldn't help myself; I turned to check you out. Even in loose shorts, your derriere was gorgeous. "Come on, what are you, 18?" I scolded myself.

Now, relaxing in the tub in solitude, I felt myself responding again to the image of you poolside. Opening my eyes momentarily, I glanced around, making sure my solitude was still intact. Closing my eyes, I let my hand drift down to my crotch, gently squeezing my hardening cock. I had zero intention of doing anything more, at least not here. No, no matter how long it had been, I wasn't going to be the guy caught jerking off in the hot tub. This was just a brief indulgence, like rubbing a cramp out.

Still in the Technicolor of my brain, I envisioned myself embracing you in that bikini. My hands almost feel the curve, that maddening curve of your ass where it comes out of the bottoms. Feeling your breasts against my chest, your nipples hard little bumps against my hairy chest (ah, in MY mind, clothing just disappears at my very thought). That amazing smile is ALMOST pretty enough that I don't want to break it with a kiss. Almost. Oh, but those sweet, soft lips against mine...

"Hi."

What th-? My eyes flow open, but sure at first I'm not sure they have opened. Because what's before me is the same thing open or shut.

You, in that damn bikini.

"Do you mind if I join you? It's just so quiet and peaceful here. I can leave if-"

"No, no! Stay; please stay. If you want to, I mean." Dang 18-year old mind again!

And then the thought hits me: How long had she been there? Did she see me...relaxing? I'm grateful for the heat of the jacuzzi; it makes a good cover for the fact that I am pretty sure I'm blushing for the first time in over 35 years.

"Thanks! I love it out here. I'm Cathy."

"Owen," I replied, grateful for a simple name. Not sure I could have managed anything more complex.

"So quiet," you say softly. "I almost never see anybody here, especially around this time.Everyone is either eating or getting dressed to go out. Great time to slip away and...take care of myself a little bit."

Wait; did I just detect a trace of a smirk on your face? No, I am probably just projecting my embarrassment.

One of the things they really don't teach you in school as a young man is the proper etiquette for watching a gorgeous woman get into a hot tub right in front of you. As you squatted down and then sat, sliding your feet in, followed by those calves of steel into the water, I had to keep telling myself "Look up! Look into her eyes! Eyes! Sky! Clouds!" It was literally everything I could do not to let my lust guide my eyes.

Once I had registered that there were indeed no clouds to look at, I dropped my eyes back down to your face to see you smiling at me. "Wow!" you said. "For a guy who has been checking out my ass since he got here, you sure turned shy!" At this point you giggled a little bit.

Oh crap, I am busted! I thought. I stammered out an excuse, or at least a pathetic excuse for an excuse. I'm sorry, what do you...I mean, I wasn't really trying to...I mean, I'm sorry, it's just that..."

"Hey don't worry about it!" you tell me, calming me down a little bit. "You're not the first guy that has checked out my ass in a bikini. And obviously I'm not too worried about you. I'm in a secluded jacuzzi with you, aren't I? I mean I wouldn't do that if I thought you were a pervert of some kind. Or at least if I thought you were a dangerous pervert." You giggled again. Damn, I love that laugh!

"Well, as a matter of fact," I reply, getting at least a little of my game back, "I will have you know that I am a card-carrying member of the good pervert Association. So you are indeed in good hands tonight" I tell you, holding my hands above the water and doing my best creepy eyebrow twitch.

Your smile definitely sets me at ease. Something registers with my lust-addled mind. "Wait, you said since I got here..."

You laugh again, as you lifted yourself up from sitting and sank down until only your head and shoulders remained above water. "Busted! Yeah, I saw you check me out when we passed in the lobby. Those polished elevator doors gave you away. Good that I caught it, too, or I'd have been the one getting busted."

I obviously hadn't noticed the mirrored elevator doors, but then I may have been... Wait, what did you just say? YOU would have...

My sudden burst of understanding must have been large-font text across my face, because you smiled again. Well, then.

Slowly, you move closer to me, sucking the air out of my lungs with your beauty. "Owen, can I tell you a little secret?" you ask, your voice low, sultry as you come to within a foot of me.

At this point, you could tell me you're an axe murderer, here to do me in, and I would not have retreated an inch from that spot. No, instead, I respond with an eloquent, witty response.

"Uh...yeah..."

"I know what you were doing when I walked up. And to be honest, I...was watching you. For a few minutes."

Finally, my mind checked back into the game. Standing up in the middle of the jacuzzi, I looked down into your eyes.

"So, tell me, Cathy," I said, my voice low but authoritative. "Did you like what you saw?"

"Yeah, I did. It got me hot..."

"So, is that why you came over here? Thought you'd get off on teasing an old man?" I asked, a hint of accusation in my voice.

"No, not to tease," you deny, shaking your head. "I was already going to come here, to the tub."

"To 'take care of yourself', as you put it?"

"Well, yeah, but I did kinda know you were here, so-"

"Well, then, as I see it, there's only one way to prove you weren't just going to tease me..." I said. And with that, still looking into your eyes, I reached up behind your neck and, with one pull, released the string holding your bikini top up, pulling it down in front, exposing your beautiful breasts.

And the whole time, you never took your eyes off of mine. And then you smiled...

You watch my eyes head directly to your breasts, which really aren't that big but they do sit nice and firm on your fit chest. Your nipples and areola are a dark brown, the tips pointing at me and protruding a good half an inch.

"Well anyway, if you are finished enjoying my breasts with your eyes, why don't you continue with what you were doing. I enjoy watching a man satisfy himself."

You fold your arms, and lean back to watch, the look on your face obviously meant to challenge me a bit.

"Go ahead, Owen, don't be bashful'"

"Well, I'm never one to deny a lady a request..." I say, reaching down to the waistband of my swimsuit, "...and seeing that you do seem to have lost your top, giving me a look at those gorgeous tits...I suppose I could be persuaded..."

"A bit of tit for tat?" you joke. "Or would it be tits for that?" you point at my submerged crotch.

"I don't think it's a fair trade; your tits are a much nicer vision than my that."

"You really like them? I thought men all preferred bigger ones."

"Not me. These are the perfect size, and shape," I say, moving closer and taking one in my hand and sliding my thumbs gently around - but not over; not yet! - your stiffening nipple. "Only one test they haven't passed."

"Oh, yeah?" you say, your competitive spirit evident. "And what might be the area where they fail, mister?"

I raise my hands in mock defense. "Easy, now, tiger. I didn't say they had failed. I said they hadn't passed - yet. But it IS the most crucial rest of all: Their suckability."

"Well, you'll just have to wait on that evaluation. I think a lady made a request of you," you said, and with one finger in the center of my chest, pushed me back against the tub wall.

Briefly I considered making a joke about it being a bit unladylike to ask a man to masturbate in a hot tub...but then I thought better of it. This doesn't happen to me every day.

Or week. Or month. Or year. Or decade. And there was still that suckability test to be done...

So I shut up, and slid my trunks down my hips, thighs, calves...and reached down and pulled them off, dropping them unceremoniously on the deck with a wet plop.

Locking in with your eyes again, I started massaging my cock again. I'd gone soft at the initial surprise of seeing you, but the hot conversation, and the sight of your perky tits had my body back to diverting to the, uh, matter at hand.

At 6'2"+, and the frame of an offensive lineman, I AM a big guy. I'm about average "down there," but sometimes I wonder if women aren't disappointed, thinking everything should be in proportion. I always try to make sure a woman has at least an orgasm (or 3) before that comes into play. At any rate, I was going to make the most of the best opportunity I'd had in...maybe 2 lifetime's. Or at least since I was 16...

As I began to stroke, you broke our eye lock to look down.

"Hey, that's not fair!"

Uh oh, I thought. Size queen...

"I can't see it! The bubbles and all!"

Whew! "Oh, that wasn't the deal. You said I should go back to what I was doing, and..."

"Oh, come on...!" you protested. "You want this as much as I do..."

"Be that as it may, milady, fair trade requires that you give a little something in exchange."

"Fine. What do you want?"

"I believe a suckability test was mentioned."

A dangerous smile came up on your beautiful face. "Ok, but here are the rules. No hands; mouth only. In fact, you have to keep them behind you the whole time. Until your mouth comes off of the tit, the hands stay behind you. Got it?"

I'm not a complete idiot. "Yeah, sure," I said, and made a show of putting my hands behind me.

I wasn't sure how you thought this would work, me sitting on the underwater bench, hands behind-

Oh. Like that. Gliding across the small pool, you placed your arms up on my shoulders and began to slide up me. In a moment, I felt your powerful, smooth thighs on either side of me. Doing so brought those beautiful tits right up to mouth level for me. Ah, the genius in your mind!

I licked at your left nipple, my tongue barely touching the tip. You leaned in more, and now I could begin to shower my adoration upon the whole breast, gentle kisses, strokes of tongue, tiny nips and long sucks. Your hands were now holding my head, and without breaking off I looked up and saw your head leaned back, mouth open. I open my mouth, only to close over your nipple, sucking it into my mouth, where I flit my tongue back and forth over it before lightly closing my teeth on it, not biting, just asserting brief ownership. Your soulful groan tells me you approve, but turns into a mournful moan when I abandon that lovely breast to move to its sister, where I start the process all over.

I can tell it is getting to you when you begin to rub your bikini-clad pussy up and down on my cock, which is trying to reach the surface. (Silly thing! You don't need to breathe!) As I continue to escalate my attack on your senses, the gentle rubbing becomes a grind, and I can feel the lips of your pussy sliding along my cock.

As I suck that nipple into my mouth, sucking a little harder than I did on her sister, I take advantage of your ascent into pleasure to slyly sneak my hands from behind my back. I slowly back off of that nipple, holding suction until it practically pops coming out of my mouth, I place a hand on either of your hips, right on top of your bikini bottom ties, and look up at you.

Your eyes are smouldering as you come back to your senses a bit and look down into my eyes. "Why did you stop-, hey, that's cheating..." you say in a low, husky voice that betrays your desire and adds fuel to my own. I notice that you neither moved my hands nor your body in retreat.

"I stopped because we have to make a choice. Either I bend you over the side of this hot tub and have at you for what I guarantee will not be a long time, as hot as you have made me..."

"Or...?" you question.

"Or, we get our suits on, I take you to my suite, and we make love all night" I answer.

"No," comes your simple response.

"No? No what?"

"No meaning yes, we go to your room, but we don't make love all night," comes your reply.

"Oh, do you have an early morning tomorrow?" I ask, a little disappointed, because I think waking up next to you in bed would have to be the best way I have EVER started a day.

"No, not at all. I like the all night part. But I don't want to make love all night."

My confusion shows on my face; I don't hide things well. "So...what, then? I'm all out of board games," I say. Squeezing your ass in my hands, I add, "And it doesn't feel like you're hiding any."

You smile that evil/horny smile again. "I said I don't want to make love all night," you say, leaning in and kissing me before continuing, with more kisses interrupting your words "What I really...want...is...to..."

"You want to what?" I ask, my heart starting to beat a little faster.

"I want to fuck like a couple of minks."

My eyes are now lost forever in yours. I couldn't know a hotter moment if I'd walked on the surface of the sun. "Oh...fuck..." I mutter.

"Yes. Like minks. Or rattlesnakes."

Chapter 2:

I feel like a teenaged boy whose girlfriend just said "Yes" after months of saying "No" in the back seat. We scramble to get our clothes back on and dry off enough to seem respectable as we pass through the lobby of the hotel to the elevators. The concierge sees us, says nothing, just gives me a nod. As we wait for the elevator, I draw you to me, looking down into your smiling face. Your sexy body is hidden beneath the white towel, but that sparkle of mischief in your eyes summons up all kind of lustful thoughts within me, and I lean down and kiss you. Our tongues duel, and we are lost in a moment as the elevator dings and the doors open.

An older couple exits the elevator, knowing smiles on their faces. They have the look of well-seasoned travelers; undoubtedly they have had their own share of wild adventures in hotel suites around the globe. Who knows? They may be fresh from a romp of their own.

We enter the car, and I select the 15th floor. You don't miss the fact that it is the top floor.

"So, the penthouse, huh? Do you normally travel in style like that? Must be nice!" you tease me.

"Comes with the life," I reply, trying to deflect from more about why I'm in a suite. "Besides, if you're going to be about the business of seducing gorgeous young women in hot tubs, you really need to be prepared to take them someplace better than a regular room."

"Oh, you seduced ME? Is that how that's worded?" you tease, backing me up against the wall of the elevator. "I seem to remember that I was the one seducing you..." You reach up, untucking the towel from itself, revealing that beautiful form before you press up against me. Your hand reaches between us, cupping my balls, squeezing just lightly, just enough to push a light grown out of my mouth. "You sure that's how you remember it...?" you ask, looking up into my face.

"Just...part of my...plan..." I reply, just barely breathing, feeling your hand gently massage me.

"Yeah...uh huh. YOUR plan. Hmmm. Well, all I can say is, I hope your follow-through is better than your lead-in. Because you're a bit...rusty." After one gentle pull on the package, you allow me to slip out of your hand, but of course by now, the front of my suit is quite extended. You ease back slightly, and put your back to the wall of the elevator, wrapping your towel back around you..

The door dings at the 6th floor. Who the hell gets on an elevator going UP on the 6th floor?, I wonder. In answer to my question, two young women, their early 20s at the oldest, get on, clad only in bathing suits. I manage to pull my towel over my crotch just in time to cover the tent I'm pitching. The girls smile at us, just assuming we're another married couple, and they move to the other side of the elevator, facing us.

"Honey, could you take your towel and dry my hair a bit," you say, startling me. Within a moment, I realize something: You are EVIL. To dry your hair with MY towel means removing it from its post guarding my...status. You turn partly away from me, and now there's no way I can hide my condition if I remove the towel. You look back over your shoulder at me and smile coyly. "Please?" you ask.

As if the rubbing hadn't been enough stimulation, now I have the visual of that gorgeous ass, albeit covered by the towel, compounding my fella's inability to relax.