'Yes, I remember.'
When they reached the clearing Catch helped Mrs. Colbert spread out the blanket. It was indeed larger, at least by half. She started to unbutton her blouse.
'No, let me,' said Catch softly.
Catch unbuttoned her blouse and took it off her. She was wearing a lacy half-bra which pushed her full breasts up and together. He reached behind her and unsnapped it and her breasts fell free in his hands. He slid his hands between the breast flesh and the bra and began massaging her nipples. Mrs. Colbert combed her fingers through his thick hair and remarked, 'Did you know that you're beginning to go grey?'
'It's a family trait. I'll probably have a full head of grey hair by the time I'm twenty.'
'How divine.'
Catch lowered his head and buried his lips between the valley of her breasts and began kissing the soft skin, running his tongue over her tit flesh and covering it with small tiny bites.
Mrs. Colbert responded by pulling his head closer to her and undulating her shoulders. Catch worked his fingers down to the zipper on the side of her skirt and undid it. Her skirt fell to the ground. Mrs. Colbert stepped out of it and kicked it aside. She was completely bare except for her bikini panties and golf shoes which she had previously untied. She stepped out of them and stood before him, awaiting his next move.
Catch knelt down, and as he did his fingers caught in the waistband of her underwear and he pulled them down to her ankles.
Mrs. Colbert shuddered as the crisp morning breeze licked at her body.
Catch, noticing that she was shivering, wrapped his arms around her hips and pulled her close to him. He nuzzled his face against the hairs of her cunt and blew over the lower part of her body.
'Lie down, Elise.'
She got down on the blanket and stretched out. He nestled his head on her stomach and toyed with the hairs of her cunt with the tip of his tongue. The sweet odor of her femininity and the feel of her soft body so close to his made him feel wonderful. He lapped her cunt until she began mewing like a kitten. Then he turned her on her stomach. Catch began kissing the back of her neck and Mrs. Colbert groaned with delight. He bit her flesh, leaving tiny bite marks over her shoulders and down the line of her spine until he reached her still-firm buttocks. He clasped them in his hands and began squeezing and releasing them. Her flesh was white where she had been protected by her bathing suit. He kissed her on the left cheek and then on the right, drawing in with his mouth and leaving slight red marks. Suddenly he realized what he had done.
'Oh, I'm sorry Elise, I've left marks. Your husband will…'
'Don't worry about my husband, Catch. We don't-well, that is, we don't have sex any more. He had a prostrate operation and he's unable to.'
'I'm sorry.'
'What's to be sorry about? We had a marvelous sexual relationship while we could and now that he is, well, incapacitated, we have a sort of understanding.'
'You mean this is all right.'
'I wouldn't go so far as to say that. I don't discuss it with him. It's a sort of an unspoken agreement between the two of us. I would never throw it up in Floyd's face. He's been too good to me. He's really a great husband in many ways and I certainly wouldn't do anything to hurt him.'
'You're a good woman, Elise.'
'I'm not so sure how good I am. You tell me.'
Catch responded by sliding his hands under her stomach and pulling her up to her knees.
Mrs. Colbert got down on her elbows, reached between her legs and grabbed his thick cock. She pulled him closer, running the head of it over her moist slit and opened up to receive him.
Catch dug his fingers into her hips and pushed forward, working his cock into the warm confines of her cunt.
'Oh, Catch, it feels so good,' she groaned.
Catch started his rhythm slowly, wanting to enjoy Elise to the fullest. He eased his giant cock in and out of her cunt. With each stroke it became coated with her vaginal juices. He ran his hand down between her legs, rubbed his fingertips over his wet cockshaft then licked them clean.
'You taste awful good, Elise.'
He dug his fingers into her buttocks and began hunching his cock into her as Mrs. Colbert pushed her cunt back against him. As Catch bore down on her, he forced his cock deeper into her cunt. The friction caused by the meeting of cunt and cock stimulated Catch to want to come quickly. Try as he might he couldn't hold himself back.
'I'm afraid I'm getting close,' he warned Mrs. Colbert.
She smiled to herself, recognizing the impetuosity of youth and said, 'hold it still for a moment, Catch.'
She placed her fingertips at the opening of her vagina which was engorged with his cock. She managed to work two of her fingers inside to her clitoris. She pinched and rolled the tiny organ until she was on his climactic wave length.
'Now,' she said softly, 'let's go.'
Catch began slamming his cock between her buttocks and into her awaiting cunt. He glanced down and watched as it disappeared between her smooth white cheeks. He gripped her hips and rammed it in even harder. He threw back his head and let out a howl and his semen began filling up her cunt, overflowing and running down the insides of her legs.
Mrs. Colbert had reached her climax just a second before he had his. She pressed her face against the blanket and muffled her cries of exultation.
Catch lay down on top of her, his cock still embedded in her cunt. She loved the feeling as it slowly deflated inside her and slipped out. Catch lay on top of her for a long time. He was heavy, but she didn't mind. Mrs. Colbert liked the weight of a man's body on her.
At a quarter to seven Catch got dressed and bid Mrs. Colbert goodbye. But not before promising to meet her the next morning for another 'breakfast.'
Catch saw Mrs. Colbert practically every morning that he worked for the construction firm. Occasionally, she could get away on weekends and even more rarely in the evening. They would generally spend their time together in a motel room or somewhere along the shore. Catch's leaving for college didn't come too soon for Mrs. Colbert. She had feared for a long time that she was falling in love with a young man less than half her age, and on their last meeting together, after they had finished making love, Mrs. Colbert said to Catch, 'I have something for you, Catch.' She pointed to a branch on one of the bushes overhead. Hanging from the limb was a small gaily wrapped package which Catch hadn't noticed before. He stood up, seized the package and anxiously unwrapped it.
Underneath the wrapping was a small black jeweler's case. He opened it.
'It's to wear around your neck,' she explained. 'It's an Egyptian cross called the ANKH. It's supposed to bring good luck. Here, let me put it on for you.'
'It's gold,' he said in amazement.
'Of course it's gold, very good gold, too. Twenty-four carat.' She hooked the chain around his neck and the cross rested between his pectoral muscles.
'It's beautiful, Elise. I don't know what to say.'
'Don't say anything. Just wear it and may good luck come to you always.'
Catch toyed with the amulet hanging around his neck. He had never taken it off and he was sure that it had brought him luck. He thought about all the women of his past. Rosalita, Miss Graves, Ima, Elise, particularly Elise, and all the others since then. How many had there been? Hundreds? Thousands probably. And now he'd worked his way up to Lila.
He rarely saw his ladies again. His work kept him busy moving from hotel room to hotel room and city to city. Hell, he hadn't written his parents in months. He made a note to call them when he got back to the hotel. Catch had finished his report and it was good. But yet he was unsatisfied and felt empty. The report was a masterpiece of planning and he was proud of it, but there was no one there to share his pride.
