Jac's Adventures 18: Catalina 04

We took a nap, collapsed on top of the sheets just the way we were, Catalina topless but still in her thong, me naked next to her. I lay on my back, she on her side, one of her arms across my chest and a knee on one of my thighs. We slept soundly, beaten by the sun and her all-consuming blowjob, for a good two hours.

When I woke, I lifted my head, groggy, and she moaned, shifted her head against her pillow, not opening her eyes but her hand softly stroking my chest. I looked down at her naked breasts, at the bikini tan across her chest, down her tight waist to her big ass and long legs.

"What time is it?" she said, her voice a murmur.

I looked to the gold light filtering around my curtains, then to my alarm clock.

"4."

"It's very early," she said, stretching out the word as she stretched out her body, shifted closer to me, let her limbs slide further across me.

Her breasts touched my arm. My dick, semi-hard from sleep, twitched and swung to my other leg, landing against Catalina's waist. She gasped, opened her eyes, and looked down at it.

"Sorry," I said. "He likes you."

Apparently I had nothing to apologize for, because she smiled, gave a little fresh-from-sleep shudder, and nuzzled her head close to me as she wrapped a hand around it. I moaned at the sensation, turned my face into her frizzy hair.

"He is happy," she said, her fingers pulsing lightly against it.

"Very."

I closed my eyes, felt her hand twist softly up my length, my skin buzzing. I turned more toward her, more onto my side, felt her hand adjust, now jacking me off slowly in the space between our bodies.

"This feels good," I said.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

Her hand gripped my cock more firmly, started to speed up...

Then she groaned, all of a sudden let go of me, and ranged up onto her hands and knees.

"No!" she said sharply, shaking her head.

I looked at her, surprised. "No?"

"I need him..." she lifted an arm, gripped her fist and flexed her bicep, "strong, for tonight."

I laughed. "You underestimate him."

"No!" She shook her head more dramatically, then jumped off the bed and started searching the floor for clothing. "I want the very best."

I shook my head, disappointed to have been left alone mid-handjob but excited for what she was implying about later. I shifted my body up the bed towards my headboard, rested my upper back against it, and started slowly working my cock with a hand, watching her gorgeous body move around my room. She found her t-shirt and athletic shorts, laid them on the bed, and went to pull down her thong, and then saw me stroking myself. She froze, her eyes fixed on my cock.

"No!" she cried, then grabbed her clothes off the bed and hurried away into the bathroom.

I watched her ass bounce as she went, until the bathroom door slammed behind her, and I doubled over laughing, hearing her curse in Spanish from within. I got off the bed and moved toward my closet.

"I was thinking we could go for a sunset hike," I said, loud enough for her to hear through the door, as I pulled out some casual workout clothes.

The door to the bathroom opened and she stepped out, back in her shirt and shorts, holding her bikini in her hand.

"Okay," she said. "Cool."

She went over to her backpack, crouched low, and started digging around for something. She stood back up, holding two pieces of clothing, two tiny dark gray strips of lycra, and then headed back toward the bathroom.

"You can change in here, you know," I said.

"No!" she said, and the door closed again.

I smiled, shaking my head.

When I was dressed for the hike, I moved to my living room and started prepping supplies. It would hardly be strenuous, but I packed waters and granola bars and trail mix, just in case she'd need anything. And then she emerged from the bedroom, for our latest fashion show.

She was wearing booty shorts and a crop top, perfectly accentuating everything that was amazing, tight, and curvy about her body.

"Well?" she said. "What do you think?"

I turned a kitchen chair out from the table, set it facing her direction. I sat down, sat back, and watched her. She flapped her arms nervously.

"Turn for me," I said.

She tried not to smile, and then she adopted a model's level gaze, let her face go slack, and she turned her body to the side, keeping her face turned toward me. I looked down the plane of her chest, over the small bumps of her tits, down her flat belly. My eyes traveled to the curve of her lower back, and then down her ass, stretching out the lycra, down to the material digging into her thighs, then down her gorgeous tan legs.

She turned further, showing me her back as she ran her hands through her hair and shook it out down her back. I looked from her curls down her skinny back to her ass again, to the two incredible ovals held tight by her shorts, to the thigh gap they created, and I had the overwhelming urge to go over to her and rip the shorts in half, from the middle out.

But then she kept turning, showed me her other profile, and then she was facing me, a hip cocked, softly wringing her hands.

"Thank you," I said.

She smiled. "We go?"

I went to her, placed a hand across the small of her back, pulled her into me, and kissed her.

"We go."

We hit a couple mile loop in Runyon Canyon, maintaining a quick pace, Catalina clearly in great shape. The trail was busy with Angelenos, all the women looking their best in the tightest clothes known to man, but I had no doubt I was hiking with the most gorgeous, most natural girl out there. We reached a perfect lookout spot about a half hour before sunset, and stood looking out at the hazy Pacific in the distance, drinking water and sharing trail mix, waiting for the sun to complete its descent to the horizon.

And then it was there, and then it was gone, and the horizon was just a stretch of orange under a stretch of purple, and I put an arm around Catalina, and she looked up at me, and there were more stars visible in her eyes than in the sky above, and she said softly, "thank you," and I kissed her, and we held it for a long time, tasting each other, our bodies touching, our hearts beating into the same rhythm.

We finished the loop in the dark, and then I drove us back to my place, us talking out what we wanted to do that night. It was her last night in Los Angeles, due to hop on a bus to Las Vegas from Union Station around midday. I wanted her last night to be everything she wanted it to be and more, so I tried to think of the most exciting dinner option, tried to think if I wanted to go back to a nightclub, or find the best mixologist in town.

We hadn't come to a decision by the time we walked back into my apartment.

"We shower?" she said. "Afterward, we decide?"

"Perfect," I said, locking the door. "I'll let you go first."

"No."

I turned toward her. She was shaking her head, smiling slyly.

"We shower," she said.

And she skipped over to me, took me by the hand, and pulled me headlong into my bedroom and into the bathroom. I had no time to get my bearings, was completely at her whim, watched her dumbly as she bent into the shower and turned it on, as she turned back to face me. She lifted her arms above her head, held them there until I got the hint, until I put my hands under her crop top and pulled it up her chest. She shook her torso as I pulled it up, the tight material stretching up over her breasts, pulling them up. I looked at her pale underboob stretching out, and then the fabric slipped up past her nipples and her tits fell free, and the crop top contracted around her head, pinning her arms there, and the opportunity was too good to pass up. I leaned in toward her chest and dragged my tongue flat across one of her nipples.

She gasped into the clothing wrapped around her face, and her arms and head struggled with it but I held it tight, and I licked her nipple again, letting my tongue start lower, letting it pull up her boob slightly as it moved upward, and when I curled it off and her boob dropped again she moaned, and stopped struggling, and leaned back against the bathroom counter, and I took her boob in my mouth and just sucked on it for a few seconds. She moaned even more, clearly having very sensitive nipples, and then I pulled back, and helped her finally pull the crop top free.

Her face was flushed, her eyes wide. She dropped the crop top on the floor and then ran her hands across her breasts, massaging them together, softly pinching her own nipples, her eyes fixed on me the whole time. I pulled my shirt up over my head, and while it was in front of my eyes I felt fingers push against my belly and slide under the waistband of my shorts. I left the shirt here, enjoying the feeling, everything accentuated by a lack of sight, and felt her whole hand push into my shorts, felt her fingers wrap around my hardening cock. I moaned, letting my torso undulate slightly with my arms stretched upward, and then her fingers left my dick and wrapped around my balls. Surprise and pleasure shot through me, and I pulled the shirt off quickly, looked down at her, her head angled downward to where her wrist disappeared into my shorts, where her fingers were fondling my sack.

She looked up at me.

"Is that okay?" she said.

I nodded.

Steam was rolling over our heads now, fogging the top of the mirror as it made its escape out the bathroom door. She worked my balls for another few seconds, and then I pulled my shorts down and my fully erect dick swung free, and she moved closer to me, and put her other hand around my shaft, and started working my balls and dick in tandem, in short soft twists.

I could've let her do that for an eternity, but there was more to accomplish tonight.

"Here," I said, putting my hands gently on her wrists.

She let go of me, and I moved my hands to her shoulders and turned her around to face the mirror. We made seductive eye contact in the reflection, and then I looked down at the waistband of her booty shorts, slid my fingers inside of it at the edges of her waist, and started to drag the lycra down her hips and ass. The shorts were so tight, I had no idea how she'd fit herself into them in the first place. Her ass ballooned out over the waistband as it slid down, and then the fabric was sitting wrapped around her meaty thighs, and I was staring at her incredible ass fully naked in front of me, and she gave it a jiggle, and I chuckled, entranced by it, and I grabbed one of her cheeks with a hand and lifted it up, shocked by the weight of it. I let it fall, dragged my hand downward into her crack, pushed it up between her thighs, and found her pussy. We both looked into the mirror at the exact same time, her mouth falling open, as my fingers spread her labia, already wet. I caressed her vulva like this for a second, watching her eyes close, her eyebrows push up her forehead, ran a probing finger over her hole...

And then I pulled my hand free. She let out a surprised moan and her eyes flew open.

"Into the shower," I said.

She turned toward it quickly, ripped open the curtain, and stepped inside. She moaned as the hot water hit her back and shoulders, and I followed in after, and our hands were immediately all over each other, pulling our naked bodies together, making out, our tongues pushing into each other's mouths. I dropped a hand down her front, wrapped it around her vulva, and pressed my palm firmly against her clit and started moving it in circles. Her legs came apart, her face dropped from mine and looked down at where I was cupping her vagina. Her hair was starting to hang in wet strands down her chest, water streaming down off of it down between her breasts, down toward her belly and pooling over the heel of my palm. I wrapped my other arm around the back of her shoulders and held her firm as I curled a finger up inside of her. She gasped, her hands flying to my shoulders, her fingernails curling into my skin, gripping me hard as I started to run my finger in and out of her, pushing it deep into her pussy and searching for her g-spot, twisting it around, curling it up against her upper ridge. She started muttering to herself, her hands roving up and down my body, then one of her hands found my cock again, and started jacking it off rapidly, and it was my turn to moan, and she raised her face to mine and just started speaking to me in Spanish as her hand worked my cock quickly, and I forgot that I was fingering her and just looked into her eyes, at her fierce expression, saying dirty things to me that I had no hope of understanding.

She maneuvered me around in the shower, pushed my back up under the showerhead, and my hand came out of her and she dropped to her knees and closed her eyes and took my cock in her mouth and started blowing me as quickly as she'd been jacking me off, with ferocious lust. The water was shooting past my ear and clear over her head, clattering full force against the tub, steam rising around us, overwhelming me with sensation. After a minute she came off of me, breathing deeply, but didn't stand up, just wrapped a hand around my cock and a hand around my balls again and started working me roughly.

I groaned, bent forward, the water ricocheting off my back, and ran my hands through her damp hair, just feeling it, pulling it tight, looking at her determined face, calling her all sorts of dirty names under my breath. She raised her face to mine, and the mutual lust was just too much.

"Can I fuck you?" I said.

She nodded, so fast I was worried she'd hurt her neck.

"Please," she said. "Please please please."

"Shower done," I said.

I reached behind me with a hand, turned the faucet, and the spray on my back stopped. I put my hands under Catalina's armpits and lifted her to her feet. We stepped out of the shower and headed for the bedroom but before we'd even made it out of the room I was overcome with desire and I wrapped an arm around her front and pulled her body into mine, and she moaned, pushing her ass against my hard cock, grinding her hips against me in a circle, and I moaned, and bit her softly on the shoulder, and she turned her face toward mine and her mouth searched for my ear and she found it, running her teeth over it, biting the upper curve.

I let go of her and pushed her out of the bathroom and she ran toward my bed, her ass bouncing, and neither of us had bothered drying off, and she jumped onto the bed on her knees and bent forward at the waist and came onto all fours and looked back at me over her shoulder, pushing her ass back at me, her pussy spread gloriously in front of me, yearning for my cock.

I climbed onto the bed behind her, holding my cock out, pointing it straight toward her vagina. She flipped her hair fully over one side of her head and looked back at my dick, and moaned, dropping her chest to the mattress, arching her back down, accentuating her ass even more, me marveling at the incredible way it curved out from her tight waist.

"I wanted this last night," she said.

"Me too."

"Thanks for waiting."

"Of course."

"No more waiting."

"No."

I laid one hand flat against the small of her back, couldn't imagine the pussy I was about to stick my cock into, the huge ass cheeks it was sitting between, the beautiful woman it all belonged to. I directed the head of my dick toward it, found her labia with my tip, and teased them slowly up and down and side to side. She moaned, turned her face into the mattress, bit the sheets, lifted them up with her teeth. But I'd said no more waiting, so I found her hole, positioned my cock directly against it, and pushed my hips forward.

My cock slid into her tight pussy, pushing through her firm walls with relative ease, everything lubed up from the foreplay in the shower. She let out a long shuddering moan, and I watched as my entire shaft disappeared inside her, surrounded by the purest pink pussy skin I'd ever seen, though surely accentuated by the darker skin of her labia. When I was fully buried in her, I moaned, leaning forward over her, my hand still flat on her back, pushing her down and keeping her ass arched up. Her butt cheeks pushed back against my stomach, and my eyes traveled up the bikini tan she had here, a stretch of lighter skin leading up from her asshole and diverging in two bands across her waist.

She'd laid her cheek flat against the mattress again, was looking up at me with one eye.

"Your body is incredible," I said.

"Your penis is so..."

She didn't finish, because mid-sentence I'd pulled my cock halfway out of her and then plunged it back in, and her words became an extended moan. She may have loved my cock but I loved her pussy more, not too tight, not too loose, the perfect Goldilocks firmness for a good fucking. I did the same movement again, still leaning down over her entire body, one hand pushing flat against her lower back. She moaned again, and I looked down at my shaft, thick juices already piling up at the base.

I ranged back, straightened up, wrapped my hands around her waist, and she lifted her torso, came onto her hands, straightened her arms. Her head was hanging forward, her hair a mass of curls around her face, and I started fucking her, thrusting my dick into her pussy, my thighs slapping against her ass, and she started yelping, her head still hanging forward, her body bouncing off of mine. I reached forward and grabbed her hair and lightly pulled on it, and she lifted her head and looked back at me, her expression slack, and we held eye contact as I continued pounding my cock into her.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"What for?" I said.

"I usually do more."

"You're doing enough."

"No." She hook her head firmly. "I'm not used to a big cock. I'm getting used to it. When I'm used to it, I will do more."

I had no clue what she was talking about but I appreciated her honesty. I kept rhythmically pumping my cock into her, enjoying the sound of her ass slapping back against me.

"Tell me what you're going to do," I said, smiling.

"I don't know the English."

"In Spanish, then."

And she smiled wickedly, and after a couple seconds of thought she started unleashing a stream of consciousness in Spanish, and doing so seemed to unlock something in her, her final form, the freak I'd known was hiding deep inside. She threw her hair back and stared up at the corner where the wall and the ceiling met and started working her hips, moving her ass in a tight but evocative circle. I stopped thrusting and just looked down at it, mesmerized, watching her pussy skin slide up and down my cock as she worked her huge ass back and forth. I put both my hands on her ass cheeks and squeezed them, and her Spanish picked up in tempo and volume, and she looked back at me sultrily, her curls hanging down the side of her face, as she stopped the circular movement of her ass and hips and just started picking up and dropping her butt, twerking her incredible butt cheeks, fucking my dick.

I moaned, watching this, lifting my hands to my face and lifting my arms over my head, watching the amount of juices that her pussy was leaving in streaks up and down my shaft. Her eyes fixed on my torso, she gave me a few more twerks of her ass, and then she pulled forward, my cock slipped fully out of her pussy, and she turned, pushed me down onto my back, and she stayed on her knees next to me, dropped her torso perpendicular to me, and took my cock in her mouth. I cursed and watched her blow me with abandon, no second thought for the amount of her own juices that coated my dick, just sucking it fiercely, running her tongue all around my head, one hand jacking off the base. She briefly came off of it and just worked it rapidly with a hand, tugging straight up and down over and over, and she turned her face to mine and kept speaking non-stop in Spanish, and I got lost in her gorgeous face and eyes, still unclear what I'd done to deserve such an incredible fuck.