Sweet Catherine Breezes By (18 page)

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The next morning she picked out a very short sundress and blue lace panties for her walk into the village.

It was shaping up as another hot day but the wind was gusty at the pier as usual. Manny was below deck in his old fishing boat. He and Timmy had dropped their catch at the market on the mainland and had finished cleaning the boat and equipment. He had sent Timmy home to get some sleep and he was sitting there below deck on his cot thumbing a framed photo of his wife, Rose.

He took a deep breath and fought back a tear as he rubbed his whiskery chin. He shook his head hopelessly, knowing full well there was no point dwelling on her loss and that he had to get on with his life without her. Until a few days ago he had been resigned to misery and somehow comfortable with that, but that had suddenly changed and the reason for the change - the very thing that had upset his pitiful existence - was calling to him from above.

"You there, Manny?" the sweetest voice on earth called to him again and he pushed himself up from his cot and poked his head out the cabin door unable to stop himself from smiling at the sight of her.

"There you are!" she smiled back down at him. "I thought I was going to miss you and it's my last day."

She was standing up on the pier at the top of the ladder and he could see directly up the front of her dress. "Blue ones today?" he said with a low whistle.

"Uh huh," she teased, doing a little pirouette and making her pretty dress billow out. He even got a quick flash of the underside of her young tits when she did that. They were bare beneath her dress.

"Do you like?" she asked with a sweet little blush.

Manny stepped up onto the walkway and approached the base of the ladder. She remained standing right at the edge of the pier so he was then directly beneath her with his eye level at her ankles. She was pinching the hem of her dress, twirling back and forth a little with her blush deepening as he grinned up at her. He could again see the underside of her little white tits like that and he could just make out her nipples.

"Can I come down?" she uttered.

"Sure, love - if it's your last day you better come and have a cup of tea," he offered and as she climbed down the ladder he guided her with her dress billowing out again and his hands going under it and up to feel her bare waist. Her dress was so short that when he released her it settled only just covering her panties.

Catherine followed him down below with her skin tingling from the touch of his rough fingers. The cabin of the old fishing boat was clean and tidy with a basic galley and a small cot. There was a table and seats either side of it where she sat while he brewed tea.

"Is that your wife?" she asked about the framed photo lying on the table.

He picked it up and wiped the glass with his shirt. "Yeah - that's my Rose," he said, looking at it lovingly.

"Timmy told me she passed away. I'm sorry," Catherine went on kindly.

"Thanks, love. You know she would have liked you! You would have reminded her of her youth. You certainly remind me!"

"Oh? That's nice."

"Well not in the way you look," he added with a chuckle. "Although she was as pretty as you. But it's more in the way you light the place up! In the pretty dresses and your smile. In the way you show leg and tease us all," he grinned. "Rose was just like that. Used to have all the guys fighting over her."

"But you won here heart," Catherine ventured.

"Sure," he grinned as he served her tea. "But I'm talking about after that."

"After? What she kept teasing everyone after you married?"

"Hell yes! Just like you will no doubt."

"But didn't that make you jealous?"

"No - not at all, love. That was back in the 70's and we were pretty open back then. You kids think you're cheeky but you've got nothing on us old timers who were young back then."

"So what did you do?" Catherine asked with interest. "What naughty things did you do? I can't imagine my parents. Eww!"

He laughed. "Well Rose and I used to smoke pot and got to concerts. Then after we'd been married for a few years we had a go at swinging with some other couples. Did that quite a lot over the years until I started having problems in that way."

"Oh you mean half mast," Catherine said, smiling and raising her eyebrows in mock horror. "Sorry," she added.

"No that's fine, love. Never stopped Rose and I. She used to give a fine - err – well, you know. I'm pretty sure young Timmy would know what I mean."

He was chuckling and Catherine blushed. "Did he tell you?"

"Now don't blame the lad. It's not hard for us to get information out of him when we want to."

"So you made him tell?" Catherine went on, feigning offence. Her embarrassment was real.

"Yeah well we were all pretty curious with him showing you off on that big boat, and we figured a few details wouldn't hurt no one."

Catherine smiled through her blush. "Well I just broke up with my boyfriend so I'm allowed to try stuff."

"Hell yes!" Manny agreed wholeheartedly. "Half young Timmy's luck is about what we all figured. Oh to be young again!"

Catherine's blush deepened as she looked up from her tea cup. "I was actually wondering what that would be like with a black guy. You know - if it would be any different."

"No, love - just the same I think. At least it's the same with white women," he offered warmly. "I must admit I was curious about that until Rose and I started swinging."

He picked up the picture again and drifted into a bit of a trance for a moment. Then he put it on the shelf and smiled. "I certainly had it good you know. I was one lucky son of a bitch!"

"Do you miss her?" Catherine asked softly. "I mean in that way too?"

He shrugged. "Had more than my share of that, love."

"But you're still fun to tease," she went on playfully. "Maybe you're not past it completely!"

He grinned. "True. I guess I could call in at the Red Lantern over on the mainland some time. Rose used threaten she was going to start sending me there if I didn't give away fishing soon."

"Is that a whore house?" Catherine giggled.

"Well - that's about as good as it's going to get for an old guy like me, love. Pity the young girl trying to earn her living though."

"I wouldn't pity her. She might enjoy it with you," Catherine challenged playfully. "I don't see why not."

"Well, if you worked at the Lantern I'd be there lined up every night, love. Along with half the men in town. And the other half are married and faithful otherwise they'd be there lined up too."

"Hmm - well I don't think I want to work at the Red Lantern but what if I just did something for you?" Catherine asked softly. "It's sort of what I was thinking about when I came for a walk today - sort of hoping you would let me."

The old man peered up from fiddling with his cup. "Are you serious, love?"

"Uh huh."

He took her hand and guided her around the table to be standing in front of him. "You know I've been dreaming about that all week since I first saw you," he said as he smoothed his old hands up her thighs. "So you're of age? You're over eighteen?"
"I'm nineteen," Catherine uttered.

He was slowly rubbing up and down her thighs with his hands going under her dress as far as her hips. "I don't think I'll be able to get it up properly, love. I'd like to but I just don't think I can."

"Couldn't I do what your wife used to do for you?" Catherine asked softly.

"You mean a blow job?" he grinned.

"Uh huh. I'd like to."

"Well, with my wife I always used to do her first," he went on, grinning. "Does that sound okay?"

Catherine's blush deepened. "Okay."

He lifted the front of her dress and kissed her belly. "Mmm you've got such soft skin, love. Do you know how much I've missed that?" he groaned as he opened his mouth and sucked on her flesh.

She held his head with one hand and held her dress up with the other. The feeling of his mouth and tongue was making her legs weak and her pussy tingle. One of his gnarled old hands moved up her inner thigh as he continued sucking on her belly and his fingers pressed into her pussy. He then kissed upward and she lifted her dress higher until his mouth closed over her left breast. He sucked half of it into his mouth and lashed her nipple with his tongue while at the same time rubbing the crotch of her panties into her pussy.

He sucked hard on one tit then switched to the other, again covering it with his mouth and lashing the nipple, massaging it with his tongue and making her writhe and grind down against his fingers.

"Let's have a look down here then shall we?" he grinned up at her and she held her dress up while he sat back a bit and had a look at her panties. "Yes, very pretty," he said as he held her hips just looking at them for a moment. Then he hooked his thumbs under the waistband and Catherine sucked in a breath as he peeled them down a bit and smiled. "Now this is different," he said curiously. "They used to be pretty bushy down there back in my day."

"Do you like it?" Catherine asked shyly.

"It's going to be nice to lick," he grinned, making her giggle. "Come over to the cot though. We'll get these out of the way and see if I can remember how to do this."

Catherine followed him still holding her dress up above her waist while he straightened the bed cover. He then guided her to lie back and she lifted her butt as he tugged her panties down and off. He just sat there beside her looking at her pussy for a moment. She was lying flat with her legs together and her dress still up around her waist.

"You sure you want to do this, love? If you want to stop I'll understand."

"I want to," Catherine uttered.

Manny lifted her dress up over her little tits and sucked on one. He felt between her thighs again as he resumed lashing her nipple, and with her legs parting slightly he felt into her wet slit. She was already dripping and he felt into her with his middle finger and found she was slick inside and searing hot. So he forced his thick old finger in deeper and rubbed back against her g-spot. And that made her body arch off the cot and it made her moan so he quickly switched to her other tit and sucked it hard while rubbing deep inside with his finger.

She had spread her legs and had her feet flat with her hips a foot off the bed and gyrating against his hand. Her juices were squelching and dripping into her anus. She was moaning and panting and her face was contorting in ecstasy - so he quickly scooted back and after guiding her lower body down he leant in over her and sucked on her clit. He carefully withdrew his finger from inside of her and lifted her leg over his shoulder. He was then between her thighs and he covered her slit with his mouth and started lashing it with his tongue. He sliced through it and swirled the tip of his tongue around her clit, circling it and flicking over it then pressing hard and massaging back and forth. He then relented and stuck his tongue into her nice and deep, tasting her sweet young juices and sucking on her tender folds. He ate into her like that making her moan and grind her pussy against his face then he suddenly attacked her clit again and forced that thick old finger back in deep.

Uhhh..hhhh, " she moaned loudly as he reached up with his other gnarled old hand and groped her tits. He was then fucking her with his finger and lashing and sucking on her clit while roughly squeezing her tender young breasts and tweaking her nipples. Her body was arching up off the cot and her hips were again gyrating wildly. Her hands were wrapped around the steel cot frame above her head and her face was arched back into the pillow with her mouth open and panting.

Her orgasm was teetering on the edge of eruption and he kept her there for ages, lessening the attack on her clit and slowing the thrusts of his finger into her. Then he'd force his finger in deep again and rub back against her g-spot, making her pant harder and louder and making her hips gyrate wildly again. He brought her close to the brink then eased her back then brought her close to the brink again and again before her orgasm finally overwhelmed her and thumped through her slender young body.

And Manny held his thick old finger deep inside of her, virtually supporting her off the cot with it as her body convulsed, and he kept his mouth pressed over her soaking wet pussy with his tongue softly massaging her clit, continuing to stimulate the contractions of her orgasm. He guided her through it, gradually withdrawing his finger as she started to come down and finally relenting from his tongue massage of her sensitive little button, allowing her body to ease back to the cot and settle.

"Oh my god!" she gasped. "Oh my god!"

"Was that good?" the old man grinned. He was just stroking her thigh and watching her tits shudder upon her breath. His face was wet with her juices.

"Oh my god - that was amazing," she cried. "That was so intense I can't stop shaking."

She continued panting and her little tits kept jiggling. She had her legs closed modestly now and he was just stroking her and watching her young body quiver. She started watching his face and she began to blush as her orgasm subsided. She was then just lying there with her dress hiked up around her neck with nothing else on.

"Is it your turn now?" she asked sweetly. "I don't know how to make you feel like you made me but you can cum in my mouth."