Jac's Adventures 18: Catalina 02

The bouncers escorted us from the bathroom and out of the club. Catalina and I traded smiles the entire way, two kids punished for something they had zero regrets about. I ordered us an Uber, and as we waited on the sidewalk Catalina held close to me, her hands roving up and down my chest and back. My cock was still semi-hard in my pants, the trace memory of her hand running up and down it still bouncing around my brain.

The Uber ride was short but felt like an eternity. Catalina was draped over me, sitting on her hip in the middle seat, her far leg cast over mine. My hand was on the outside of her thigh, very far up her leg, her black skirt riding down almost to her ass. She had a volleyball player's legs, meaty and toned. One of her hands was placed on the inside of my thigh, the other on my chest, and she was leaning into my ear whispering non-stop in Spanish. I had no idea what she was saying, but I was under the impression it was incredibly dirty. At one point I caught the Uber driver's eye in the rearview mirror, I winked, and he smirked and looked back at the road.

We got to my apartment and tumbled out of the car. As I fumbled for the key to my front gate, Catalina was all over me, starting to kiss me, on my shoulder, up my neck, my chin, my lips. I laughed, kissing her in return, trying to get my key in the lock. It clicked open, we stumbled through, and I dashed up the steps to my apartment two at a time, hearing her heels clicking up each step behind me.

Inside, she dropped her purse on my kitchen table and walked backward into my living room, watching me as she raised her arms, ran her hands up through her hair, stretching out her torso, her halter top rising and baring more of her tight midriff.

I tossed my keys next to her purse and approached her, our eyes locked on each other, like two tigers about to duel. I reached her, lifted my hand to wrap it around the back of her neck and pull her head to mine, but she caught my wrist, brought my hand to her mouth, kissed it gently, her eyes trained on me.

We held the eye contact, intense and intimate, for a few seconds. She kissed my hand again softly, her eyes fluttering closed. She clutched my hand harder, let her lips drag across my skin...and then her eyes flew open and she looked at me in surprise. She swallowed, composed herself, and said:

"Will you make me a drink?"

My cock didn't want to make her a drink, would much rather I pulled her skirt down her hips, bared her amazing ass, bent her forward over my couch and ripped her panties off and pushed my cock into her pussy and started fucking her gorgeous Colombian body. But something had faltered in her and I knew that wasn't currently on the menu. I nodded, lifted one of her hands and casually kissed it in return, then said:

"What would you like?"

"Rum."

"On the rocks?"

"On the rocks."

I let go of her hand and went into the kitchen, grabbed two highballs and filled them with ice, while Catalina pulled out a chair and sat at my kitchen table.

"I've never been kicked out of a club before," she said.

"Me neither."

"It's exciting."

I grabbed a bottle of dark rum from my bar cart, splashed some into each glass.

"Well it's unlikely you'd ever go back," I said. "Me on the other hand..."

I brought the drinks to the table, she took hers, and I sat in the chair next to her.

She pouted dramatically. "I'm sorry that I gave you a handjob."

I laughed. "You're right, it was worth it."

We toasted, sipped our drinks, and then sat back, regarding each other. Catalina looked down at her glass, her finger playing along the rim.

"I don't do that," she said quietly.

"What?"

"Bathroom handjobs."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

She looked up quickly, her eyes wide. "Oh no! It's okay. Sorry, my tone. It's good. I liked it."

I thought about her kissing my hand, about the sudden look of surprise.

"It's just, fast?" I said.

"Fast. Yes, a little."

I'm sure she was thinking about her ex, feeling some inexplicable loyalty to a guy who had horribly betrayed her. I didn't blame her, that's just how feelings go sometimes.

One of her hands was resting on the table. I reached over, laid mine across it gently, and she looked at it, intertwined her fingers with mine.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do," I said.

She looked up into my eyes, her expression vulnerable and searching.

"I'm happy to have some company this weekend," I said. "Of whatever kind."

She smiled, grasped my hand harder, and took a big swig of rum.

"Okay?" I said.

She nodded. "Okay."

We sat there for a while, enjoying our drinks, chatting casually, winding down. And then she went to wash up and get ready for bed, and I laid out a blanket and pillow on my couch. She emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, back in her shirt and athletic shorts, stripped of makeup, looking even more beautiful than she did when she was primped and preened for the nightclub.

"Thanks for getting that ready," she said, gesturing to the couch.

"Oh no, that's for me," I said. "You get the bedroom."

"No!" she protested.

"Yes," I said, smiling. "I demand it."

She clasped her hands behind her back, bowed her head demurely, shifted from foot to foot, then walked over to me. She looked up into my eyes from only a few inches away.

"Why are you so kind?" she said.

"Hm. Because you're really fucking hot?"

She laughed, then bounced up on her toes and kissed me. I kissed back, tasting mint, expecting her to pull away quickly. But she held it, her body shifting closer to mine, and I grunted in surprise before reflexively wrapping a hand around her lower back, pulling her into me, feeling her crotch press against my thigh, her breasts against my chest. We made out for a few more seconds before her head suddenly pulled away, her body followed, and I let go of her and she stood in front of me, running her hands up through her hair, looking shocked with herself.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"It's okay."

I put my hands around her waist gently. She didn't pull away, and her hands came up to my chest. For a second the only sound was our breathing, our bodies gently heaving together, her face tilted down into my chest, mine close to her hair, smelling a faint trace of coconut.

I turned my mouth toward her ear.

"I'm gonna make you feel good," I said. "There's nothing wrong with that. You don't have to do anything."

She looked up at me, her eyes dancing between mine, uncomprehending.

"What do you mean?" she said.

"Sit on the couch."

She slowly nodded, and as if in a trance moved around me and toward the couch. She sat and watched me as I walked toward her, as I mounted the couch on my knees next to her, as I lifted one hand, extended it toward her bare midriff, laid my palm flat across her belly. She looked down at it, her abs tensing with her breath.

"Is this okay?" I said.

She nodded. I moved my hand slowly down toward the waistband of her athletic shorts.

"How about this?"

She nodded again. I curled my fingers under the waistband, lifted it, and slid my hand fully under. She moaned, stretched back into the couch, the leather creaking, and both of her hands came up to my shoulders and she looked into my eyes.

"Stop?" I said.

She shook her head quickly. My hand was resting just above her pussy, on a patch of pubic hair, her thighs shifting either side of it. I moved my hand lower, her thighs separated, and I curved my hand down across her vagina.

She moaned, her hands came off my shoulders and grabbed my face and pulled it to hers, and kissed me. We started making out, making excited sounds together as our lips and tongues explored one another, and I started gently rubbing my whole hand up and down over her vulva, feeling everything loosen, slowly moisten. She moaned long and low, pushed her tongue into my mouth, her hands roving from my head to my neck to my shoulders to my torso. I started moving my hand in a circle, letting my fingers push more and more between her labia. She grunted and bit my lip, pulled her face away, stared down at where my wrist pushed out against her athletic shorts. I looked down there as well, at the stretch of skin I could see in the shadows, at her dark curly pubic hair. I looked at her long, strong legs, spread out, her feet planted on the ground.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," I said.

She blushed, shook her head. "No."

"Yes."

"No."

I grabbed her chin with my free hand, turned her face up to mine roughly. She looked briefly shocked, but it was replaced quickly by a deep yearning, her features softening and her chest pushing away from the couch.

"Yes," I said, more firmly. "Whoever has convinced you you're not, whoever that fuck was that cheated on you, they're the dumbest piece of shit on the entire planet."

She stared into my eyes, wanting to believe me, maybe starting to believe me, and then I curled a finger up into her pussy.

She gasped, her whole body lifting off the couch, her back arching away from it. I leaned in and kissed her again, her body settled back into the cushions, and I started pulsing my finger against the upper ridge of her pussy. She whined into my mouth, pulled away and pushed her face into the side of my neck, and started whispering to herself in Spanish as I fingered her. She'd already been wet when I entered her, but now she was soaking, and my hand started to make squelching noises as I pulsed it in and out of her. Her pussy was firm and tight, not crazily so but nicely hugging my finger, and I felt I was stimulating every part of her easily.

"How's my hand feel?" I said, pushing my mouth into her ear.

"Good," she said, her voice muffled by my neck. "Very good."

Her hands left me, pushed across her chest, held her breasts through her shirt, her fingers kneading against them slowly. I watched the flesh push between her hands, tried to guess the size of them, thinking they were b-cups at most. I looked down the arch of her back to her ass, which had a substantial meaty curve to it. I don't know how long it would take for me to see her fully naked, but I couldn't wait.

I stopped the movement of my finger, drew it slowly out of her pussy with another squelch. I craned my head down toward her crotch, lifted the waistband of her athletic shorts with my other hand, and looked down at her pussy. I looked at her pubic hair, at her clit, at her labia, the skin darker here, everything currently spread open with excitement. The hand that had been inside her was dripping with juices, and I laid the tips of my fingers across her clit, started playing with it in a slow circle.

She gasped and one of her hands pushed down my front, grasped at my bulge. I smiled, enjoying the feeling of my swelling cock pushing out against my slacks and against her hand, and I sped up my hand on her clit, keeping the pressure light but starting to whip it in fast circles. She was muttering to herself in Spanish again, her hand running faster and harder over my crotch.

I took my hand off of her, grabbed the outer edges of her waistband, and pushed it down her legs. She lifted her ass and hips and the shorts slid down off her wide hips and down onto her thighs. I grabbed them with one hand and pulled them over her knees, they fell around her ankles, and she kicked them away. I only briefly looked at her bare golden legs before I put my hands on the inside of her knees, spread them forcefully, and leaned my head down into her crotch and put my tongue on her clit and licked down the length of her pussy.

She shrieked, sat up, but my body was bent diagonally over her, blocking her way. Her hands came to my back, flat against it, holding me, as I licked down her pussy again, tasting all of her juices, causing her to shriek again. I put my hands under her hips, lifted and rotated them, and her legs came up onto the couch and her torso fell sideways, and I lifted a knee and swung it over her and we were now in a 69 position, my crotch hanging over her face.

I settled my weight fully down upon her, bent my face even further into her crotch, used two fingers to spread her pussy lips, stared at her hole, watched it pulse with her breath.

"I'm so wet," she said. "I'm sorry I'm so wet."

I didn't answer, just started licking her clit. She gasped and screamed, started cursing, held my butt tightly with both her hands and pushed her face against my bulge. I licked her clit straight down, over and over again, my tongue flat against it, giving every millimeter of her clit every muscle in my tongue. My cock was clearly pressing down one of leg of my jeans now, and she kissed it through the fabric, licked it, opened her mouth, opened her jaw, clenched her teeth around it. It was clear there was an absolute freak buried inside of her, one I was determined to unleash.

I started licking her clit from side to side, moaning as I did so, wanting her to know that I loved eating pussy, that it didn't matter how wet she was, that I loved turning her on and getting drenched with her juices. She started moaning and whining non-stop into my crotch, her mouth wrapped around my bulge. I figured she was close, that she just needed a final push to get to orgasm.

I lifted my face off of her, swung my leg back over her head, and dropped to the floor on my knees. I turned her body back out, spread her legs and put them on my shoulders. I looked from her pussy up her belly to her heaving chest, to her face, her wild expression, staring down at me with a mix of wonder and gratitude. She moved her hands to the bottom hem of her shirt, lifted it up her body, pulled it above her tits.

I caught a brief glimpse of them, small but with a nice curve to them, her nipples medium-sized and dark brown, before her hands were wrapped over them, playing with them.

"Please keep going," she said.

"I'm gonna make you come," I said.

She moaned, her eyes locked on me.

"Under one condition," I said.

"Anything."

"That you don't hold back. I don't care how wet you are, or how loud you scream. You have to enjoy it. Fully."

She nodded.

"Promise?" I said.

"I promise."

I pushed my face into her crotch and started rapidly licking her clit. She shrieked, and I kept going, giving her my tongue over and over again in a fast methodical rhythm. She kept playing with her tits, pinching her nipples, cursing even louder now. I changed it up, whipped my tongue from side to side, causing her to gasp and moan, and then I pushed a finger up inside of her, pulsed it against the upper ridge of her pussy as I kept eating her out. Her body started to buck and heave, her hips lifting off the couch, her crotch pushing into my face. I started dragging my tongue in big sloppy circles around her clit, she yelled, "yes, yes, yes!" and she came.

She shrieked as her body started to spasm, juices flooding my mouth and finger, everything squelching as her thighs squeezed my head and I kept working her and her body shook and shook. Her hands came down to my head, held it tightly, her body rocking all around me. I licked and licked her clit, and kept fingering her pussy, until she suddenly let out a different kind of shriek and I knew I'd gone slightly too far, and I stopped to let her enjoy the comedown, felt her body softly vibrating around me, her breathing shallow, her curses slowing, growing quieter.

Then she was done, and her thighs unclenched and I lifted her legs off of me and I stood up and looked down at her. Her hands still held her breasts, her shirt gathered above them. She looked up at me, her eyes wild, her curly hair a shock against the back of the couch.

"Amazing," she said.

"Yeah?"

She nodded.

She pushed herself up on the couch, pushed her hand between her thighs, and fell over sideways, her eyes closed.

"I'm ready for sleep," she said dreamily. "I can sleep here."

"No, you're taking the bed."

I bent down, put one arm under her back and the other under her bent knees, and lifted her into the air. She shrieked, her arms flying around my neck, and looked giddily at me as I carried her across the room, into my bedroom, and then tossed her onto my bed. She landed on her back, then flipped onto her knees and ranged like a cat, arching her back down and pushing her naked butt into the air, staring up at me. I wanted to mount the bed behind her, push my cock into her soaking wet pussy, fuck her senseless, and I'm sure a part of her wanted that too...

But a part of her also wanted to take things slow, so I did as well. We'd had enough fun for one night, and still had a couple days together.

I think she saw that realization in my eyes, so when I nodded to let her know we weren't going further tonight, she sighed and nodded back.

"Good night," I said.

"See you in the morning," she said.

And I turned, left the room, and closed the door behind me.