Cathy Ch 02 Suite Release

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 2: Suite Release

Reluctantly ending our kiss, I ask, "Would you like a drink? We have wine, water, soft drinks..."

"White wine would be nice, thank you," you respond. I pour you a glass, grab myself a bottle of water, and rejoin you.

"Why don't we step out onto the balcony?" I ask, as I hand you your wine. Stepping past you, I slide open the glass door, and let you step out before me.

Taking in the view steals breath from both of us. To our left, we see the beach and the Strip running parallel, the glow from the neon lights of clubs just poking around the side of the hotel. But what man has created pales to the sight before us. A full moon has risen, and it is a bright white that reflects off of the ocean. Starlight cannot compete with it, so it appears to be almost the only light in the sky. It bathes us in a soft white, with a blue hue to it.

From behind you, I reach down and take your wine glass, and set it on the table beside us. I take your hips gently turn you around to face me.

"Cathy," I begin, softly, "I suppose I'm showing my age, but I would think much less of myself if I did not...well, if I did not..."

"Offer me a chance to escape?" you complete my thought. I nod.

"Yes, exactly. We have had fun, and I find you incredibly sexy and desirable, but I don't want you to do anything..."

Reaching up, you place a finger on my lips, like a mother silencing a child.

"Owen, thank you. I appreciate that. And this is...well, in spite of what you might think, this isn't something I do. Or have ever done. I just don't sleep with a man on the first, well, I don't know that this could even be called a date, could it?" you laugh. "But trust me, I'm a big girl. I know what I'm doing. I may not know why, but I assure you, I most certainly want to stay here with you right now, okay?" you ask, and I smile from ear to ear and nod.

"Besides," you say, turning back towards the railing and the OTHER vision of beauty out here,

"I believe there was some mention, an assurance, actually, of a lady having an orgasm or three before the night was over..."

My hands go to your hips, still wrapped in a towel, and pull you back just slightly, feeling your ass seated against my crotch. I lean down, my lips beginning to plant soft kisses along your neck, from just above your collarbone up to your ear, where I draw your lobe into my mouth and suck lightly, drawing a light gasp from you, and I feel your body tense a little. Perhaps I've touched a button here, huh?

As I continue my path down your jawline, my hands go around your waist, the right one then traveling north to where your towel is tucked in the front, holding it up. As my lips capture yours in a heated kiss, I untuck that towel, letting it fall to the balcony floor. As your bikini surfaces, my hand cups one of your small breasts, squeezing lightly. I feel your nipple quickly respond, even before my fingers close their focus on one of them.

My hands come up behind you, one sweeping the hair off of your neck, the other slowly pulling the bow knot out of your bikini, releasing it. Then I move down your back, repeating the procedure there, then pulling your top down and off of you, freeing your breasts. My hands both move to reclaim them, my thumbs drawing lazy circles around your areolas, not quite touching them or your hard nipples, teasing them.

"Mmmm..." I hear from you. I've resumed my kissing of your neck, this time on the other side, and your right arm has now come up behind you, your hand resting on the back of my neck, as if to keep me from leaving my current assault on your senses.

Leaving its counterpart to continue the attention to your tits, my right hand begins to slide down, across the silky skin covering your abs, pausing to circle around your navel (Do I hear a low, frustrated moan here?). Then it begins a slow journey down, eventually skimming over your bikini, my big middle finger sliding, pressing as it finds the groove between your lips. Down it slides, until it finds a warm wetness. (That's just the pool, right?) At the bottom, right where the heat seems to be highest, it stops, then the fingertip hooks down just slightly, and begins a slide back up, upping the pressure just a bit at the top. I repeat this slide, up and down, several more times, and I am rewarded with a groan from you into my mouth, because now I am kissing you relentlessly. I hear your breath speed up, in and out of your nose. Your hips begin to undulate, just slightly at first, trying to increase the pressure against my finger.

Finally, on an upslide, I slide my hand up farther, off of your ladybits, and as I release your kiss, I hear a frustrated little moan come from you. I pull my face back slightly, and smile at you as I reach over to one side, untying the bow there. Your eyes locked on mine, you reach down and untie the other side, and I pull the bottoms off and drop them on top of the top. Now I have you naked before me, and it is a glorious sight.

Our eyes are still locked, but yours narrow to slits as my right hand renews its work on your wet pussy. As it slides down, now between your lips, I feel the bud of your clit at the top, and slide lightly over it, then deeper as I delve lower, gathering your wetness as I go. My fingertip burrows, and finds your hot hole first and slides into you. Wet and hot; that's the two words that pop into my head. I slide my finger back out, backtracking between your inner lips, until the big pad of my fingertip reaches your little button. I circle over it a couple of times, just enough pressure for you to feel it and arch your hips up a bit, seeking more. Denying you that, I slide back down and into you again, this time pumping slowly several times, feeling you squeeze in my finger.

My neck is bent, my head beside yours, as I look down your body, watching what my fingers are doing between your legs, and my other hand, as it tweaks your nipples. You're watching, too. As I repeat my cycle of sliding, pumping and circling, I hear your voice, soft in my ear.

"Please, Owen. That feels so good, but...please, make me cum! This is driving me crazy!" you say breathlessly. I kiss your cheek, then your mouth as I bring the fingers of my right hand to focus on your clit, while my left slides down lower, and two fingers begin to work themselves slowly into you. One finger felt tight; two feels like a vise; an active, silky vise. As your sweet wetness coats them, I work them in a little farther, careful not to get ahead of the lubrication you are generously providing.

Men can never be as good at producing pleasure with their fingers on a woman as another woman can be; at least that's what I've heard, and it makes sense. But at the moment, if what I'm doing is falling short of a higher mark, I'm not sure you could distinguish it at the moment. Your hands are both behind my head now, holding to me, your fingers digging in just a bit as the pleasure builds.

"Yes! Like that! Don't stop! Don't stop! Oh, God, I'm about to cum! Please, keep doing that!"

I'm not sure which hand's efforts you're referring to, so I just keep on doing what seems to be working. I feel your legs beginning to tremble, and the result is that your seem to drop more of your weight onto the hand I have invading your pussy. With a quick move of my foot, I pull one of the porch chairs behind me, and sit back, pulling you onto my lap, my hands still working your pleasure. Your legs are still shaking a bit as they rest on top of mine, splayed open.

"Oh! Oh! Yes, I'm gonna...Oh, shit, I'm....OH!!" and with that, your sounds cease to be words, just moans and little grunts and then a kind of hissing sound as those trembles come over the rest of your body. As your orgasm rolls over you, you arch up against my hand, demanding more contact. My fingers are thrusting in and out of your flooding gates, making little wet slapping sounds each time.

Finally, a good minute after you started, you begin to come down again on the other side of the mountain top. As soon as I realize this, I ease back on your clit, just gently rubbing the flat of my palm over the area, as I gently remove my fingers from you. When your breathing eases, I bring my left hand up to my mouth, while my right hand gently turns your chin towards me. Looking you in the eyes, I suck your essence from my fingers slowly. Then I smile at you, and you smile back, albeit a bit of lazy smile, given what you're recovering from.

"That's one," I say.