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.
