he had hanging between his legs. He sat back down, pressing his bare buttocks against the wooden bench. She put her foot back between his legs and felt his cock. It was beginning to get erect against the ball of her foot. Moisture seeped out of the flared cockhead onto her sole.
'But what about your husband?' asked Catch, half-heartedly.
'His back isn't the only thing that's wrong with him,' she said harshly.
Mrs. Colbert got up from her seat and walked around to where Catch was sitting. She sat down on the bench next to him and looked into his face. She took his face in her hands and murmured, 'you're so young, so beautiful.'
Close up, Mrs. Colbert did not look quite as young as Catch had thought. There were tiny lines around the corners of her eyes and mouth. Her lips parted and Catch could see her pink tongue. He closed his eyes. She leaned forward and kissed him on the eyelids. As she did she licked his eyelashes, then moved her lips down his nose and sucked the tip of it. When her lips touched his, he could feel her breath against his mouth. It was warm and smelled of coffee and mints. She opened her mouth wider and slid her tongue inside his. Their tongues touched and entwined as they crushed their lips together. She slid her hand down over his sweatshirt, pausing to feel his muscular pectorals. She moved it further down until she felt the hard flesh of his stomach and his pubic hair.
The palm of her hand brushed against the base of his cock. The flesh was warm and slightly damp from perspiration. She clasped the shaft of his cock in her hand and began squeezing it, savoring its length and width. She pulled her lips away from his and looked down. It was one of the prettiest cocks that she had ever seen and she had seen plenty. She moved away from him on the bench and bent her head down between his legs. She stuck her tongue out and touched the shiny head. Then she began to lick it with swift, circular movements. She wrapped one arm around his waist, pulled him closer to her, and she took him inside her mouth.
'Sweet Jesus,' Catch groaned with ecstasy.
Mrs. Colbert looked up. Her lips were shiny with saliva and her eyes were bright blue and clear like the morning sky.
'This is not a very comfortable place, Catch,' she said, indicating the floor. It was covered with sheet rock. 'Let's go over there among those bushes.'
'All right, ma'am.'
He stood up and as he did pulled up his sweatpants. She led him out the opposite side of the building to a thick clump of vegetation. The two of them disappeared inside. Catch noticed that Mrs. Colbert had a blanket under her arm. It must have been tucked inside the basket.
She unfolded it and lay it down on the ground.
'This will be more comfortable,' she said as she unbuttoned her blouse.
Catch got undressed and stood waiting.
Mrs. Colbert knelt in front of him. She clasped her hands around his firm, tight buttocks and took his cock inside her mouth and sucked on it. He pulled away and knelt down in front of her and began fondling her smooth skin.
They lay down facing one another and began kissing again. Their passion reached new heights. Catch swung around and began licking her stomach. Mrs. Colbert spread her legs apart as he moved his tongue down over her pubic hair into her sweet cunt opening.
Her body trembled as his lips nibbled at the hair between her thighs. Catch moved his head back and forth, letting his tongue, lips, and breath caress her. Then he flicked out the tip of his tongue and dragged it along her vulva. Mrs. Colbert cried out, but the sound was muffled by Catch's thick cock which he had stuffed down her throat.
He spread her legs further apart as she shoved her pussy against his face.
He stiffened his tongue and dug it into her opening and began flicking it in and out with rapid strokes. He rubbed the tip of her tongue across her clitoris. He could feel her groans reverberating against the shaft of his cock.
He bucked his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of the hot stricture of her mouth. Mrs. Colbert closed her lips around the shaft and began sucking it with the same rhythm that he was sucking her. They wallowed around on the wool blanket, sucking one another for nearly half an hour. Mrs. Colbert was the first to reach orgasm. The lower half of her body began shaking and the bushes spun around her face.
Catch licked her furiously and let himself go. His cock gushed inside her mouth. His sperm came flowing out in steady spurts. Mrs. Colbert swallowed it hungrily and when their climaxes had subsided they pulled apart and fell back on the blanket panting.
'Now that's what I call an early morning workout,' remarked Mrs. Colbert coyly.
'Yes ma'am,' replied Catch, smacking his lips. 'Better than a hole in one.'
In the distance they heard the sound of voices echoing around the hills. Catch sat up. 'My God, what time is it?'
'It's almost seven,' Mrs. Colbert answered dreamily. 'You fell asleep and I didn't want to wake you.'
'I've got to get to work,' he replied as he got to his feet and began getting into his sweat suit.
'Wait a minute,' said Mrs. Colbert. 'How about meeting me here tomorrow morning for breakfast.'
'Yes, yes, that's all right. Now I've got to run.'
He kissed her quickly on the cheek and took off across the golf course, running with the speed of a front runner.
Mrs. Colbert watched him as he disappeared on the horizon. She smiled contentedly to herself as she pulled on her clothes. What a delightful young man!
Catch made it to the shed where he and the other men kept their clothes and changed into his work clothes for the day.
'You've been out running, Catch?' one of the men asked him.
'Yes. I run every morning.'
'Christ, I don't know how you can get up and wear yourself out like that. I'm tired even before I start to get to work.'
'Try running. It will give you more energy.'
'No, thanks. I've got enough to do.'
Catch was glad that the man had turned down his offer. What if the man had wanted to run with him the next morning?
Catch could hardly sleep that night, thinking about the luscious Mrs. Colbert. He felt vaguely guilty about her husband but he told himself he wasn't the first and was sure he wouldn't be the last.
The next morning he got up fifteen minutes early, showered and put fresh work clothes into an oilcloth satchel, which he threw over his shoulder. His mother had laid out a fresh sweat suit for him. He got dressed without even stopping for coffee and began jogging from his house down the highway toward the country club. He dropped his gear at the workmen's shack and started running along the golf course. Suddenly he remembered they had not planned exactly where to meet. When he reached the ninth hole he saw her standing against a tree, waiting for him.
'You're right on time, Catch. I fixed us something extra special for breakfast. Come, let's eat it while it's still hot.' She took his hand and led him to the stone pavilion where they had eaten the previous morning. Once inside she began unpacking the picnic basket. 'We're having corn fritters this morning. I made them myself. I hope they're still good and hot. I brought some honey to pour over them.'
'Sounds great. Corn fritters are one of my favorite things.'
The food was delicious but Catch could not help rushing through breakfast. Somehow Mrs. Colbert looked younger now. Her skin looked youthful and dewy and her makeup was lightly applied, not as heavy as the day before. She had washed her hair that morning and it smelled as sweet as field flowers.
'Are you finished already?' asked Mrs. Colbert, eyeing him with amusement.
'Yes, I am, thank you.'
'Shall we?' asked Mrs. Colbert, rising to her feet.
Wordlessly they walked out of the building toward the same clump of bushes.
'I brought a larger blanket this morning. That will give us more room,' she said.
'Mrs. Colbert, do you mind if I call you by your first name?'
'Of course not. It's Elise.'
