Sweet Catherine Breezes By (14 page)

He stirred, peering around kind of startled. Then he saw Catherine and he smiled up at her.

The tide was in and he was sitting at eye level with the pier. As he looked up at her he was looking directly up her skirt and he could see her shaved pussy lips through her little mesh panties.

Catherine remembered what she was wearing and blushed. "That's a lovely sight to wake up to," the old man chuckled and she squirmed back, patting her skirt down modestly.

"Sorry to wake you," she offered sweetly.

"That's all right, love. I'm always dosing off these days," he yawned. "What is it - do you need to go to town?"

"Yes I do! Can you take me please?"

"Sure - sure! Come on down."

His plank and rail were already in place so he stood at the base of the ladder ready to get another look up her skirt.

Catherine stepped onto it feeling the breeze against her bare bottom and blushing down at him. He took her hips and guided her down with his gnarled old fingers pressing into her and making her nipples go hard again.

He chuckled. "Well young Timmy was a bit of a wreck this morning. He said you were out dancing until all hours."

"It was about two when we left the resort. Oh, I hope he got some sleep this morning. What time did he finish work with you, Manny?"

"I sent him home as soon as we got back in, love. He's been home since nine, probably sleeping like a well satisfied baby."

Catherine blushed a little at the 'well satisfied' bit but maybe it meant nothing.

"Do you want to leave off the life jacket this time, love? Be a shame to dirty up that pretty shirt huh?" he said with a grin. "Grimy old things these are." He was looking at her breasts quite blatantly and her blush deepened when his eyes lifted to meet hers.

"I don't need to wear one if you don't want me to," she uttered.

He then pulled in his plank and rail and pushed off. "Come stand up here with me, love. Have you ever driven a boat?"

"Me? No I haven't!"

He smiled and guided her to the wheel, standing beside her and a little behind. "Just steer it like a car," he said. "This here is forward and back - forward to go faster but this will do you for a while."

The old boat was putting along and Catherine was steering out past the end of the pier and towards the mainland.

"This is easy," she declared excitedly.

"Sure. Nothing to it," he said from right there at her shoulder. "Just keep to the right of the buoy and head straight over."

His hand returned to her hip with his fingers pressing against the string band of her panties. Catherine's body was tingling at his warmth against her side. She could feel his package was slightly firm against her other hip and he was continually looking down over her shoulder at her breasts.

"You know you're the talk of the town back there on the island strolling around with your pretty little skirts and that lovely smile. It's a real treat for us smelly old fish mongers this week."

"You're not smelly!" Catherine laughed.

He shared her laugh. "Well - kind of you to say, love, but you know old Vince tried to keep a dog tied up a few years ago but it howled all night at the fish smell and chewed through the rope. Damn thing was waiting on the end of the pier for the first ferry next morning."

"Oh, it's not that bad. It's just like the smell of a fresh seafood shop. And only there around the pier."

"Hmm - I guess. And that's a pretty scent you're wearing there, love. Suits you."

"Thanks," Catherine blushed. She had wisped through a spray of perfume before leaving the house - half hoping to combat the smell of fish coincidentally.

His hand was still resting upon her hip and he was still glancing down over her shoulder quite frequently. His hand then lifted and almost touched her breast as he guided her aside a little. "Better let me take it from here, love." They were approaching the marina and he cruised into a spot close to shore.

"How long you staying?" he asked as he set the plank and rail for her.

"I only need fifteen minutes or so."

"Well that's fine. I've got an errand to run and if you get back before me I won't be long."

He allowed her to climb up the ladder first and had another look up her skirt. When she stepped onto the boardwalk his eye level was at her feet and he was looking directly up it. She turned to face him and fixed her hair, meeting his eyes first then averting hers quickly.

"Yeah - that's nice," he said low and light-heartedly, making her blush deepen. "A real treat for us old fish mongers this week for sure!"

"Well you're a very kind old fish monger to drive me everywhere like this so I don't mind you looking," Catherine said sweetly. He had climbed up the ladder a bit shakily and stood beside her as she finished re-tying her hair.

"See you," she smiled and she turned to leave with him giving her bottom a quick pinch. "Hey - look but don't touch!" she giggled back over her shoulder at him standing there grinning.

She strolled along the waterfront and up the street to her bank branch. Men were doing double takes and ogling her breasts, which was encouraging her to walk with them thrust forward just a little as she wasn't really happy with their development, feeling that she was a bit small in that department.

The bank guy also struggled to keep his eyes from drifting down but he was very helpful and she left him with a fist full of cash.

Manny wasn't at the boat when she got back so she decided to wait for him up on the boardwalk where there was a bench seat facing the marina. There were lots of people strolling around and a few fishermen working on boats. She was looked over quite blatantly by four or five men walking past and she kept her chest out showing off her assets as best she could.

"All set," Manny called as he approached from behind carrying his little leather kit bag.

"Yes, I'm ready," Catherine answered and she waited for him to climb down first quite deliberately. She then stepped over to the ladder but stopped to fix her hair again, just glancing down to meet his eyes then averting hers again quickly.

She stood there fiddling with her hair and letting him enjoy himself looking up her skirt. She was standing with her legs together but her thighs were slender so Manny could see were the tiny triangular patch of mesh pinched together into a string and vanished. He could see the lips of her pussy quite distinctly and that she was shaved bare.

He looked up to see she was waiting there watching him. "Can I come down now?" she asked sweetly.

He stepped back and guided her down with his hand slipping up her thigh and under her skirt to rest upon her bare hip with just the string and her cool soft skin beneath his fingers. "You won't try to do anything to me will you?" she asked softly – and a little teasingly as she bit down on her smile.

"No, love - you're safe," he grinned. "Half-mast is about as good as it gets for old Manny these days so I wouldn't know what to do with a pretty young thing like you anyway."

Catherine shared his laugh at that too and enjoyed his warm friendly conversation on the trip back across. He let her have a drive again and she spent the ten minutes in anticipation with his hand resting upon her side and his thumb just pressing slightly against the underside of her breast. She was nearly hoping he would try to feel her but he didn't.

Then she was going to show him her panties again but as she climbed up the ladder onto the pier her parents were approaching in the car. They were boarding the one o'clock ferry to go four wheel driving she recalled. They saw her and she waved with her dad swinging the car right over to where she was still standing at the top of the ladder, with Manny sitting on the stern of his boat looking up her skirt from behind.

Her dad's eyes flashed to her breasts so she folded her arms quickly. "We're off now, sweetheart," her mother said. "Don't forget to put the groceries away before you go. There's ants!"

"Okay, mom. Have fun with Die Hard," she giggled.

Her dad shook his head. "Okay - Die Hard - John McClane. I get it!"

"Go get those terrorists, dad," Catherine giggled and she leant in and kissed his cheek.

"Where's your shirt?" he shot back at her. "Did you lose it?"

"No - it's too hot," Catherine whined playfully and she lowered her arms revealing her tight little nipples and making him shake his head defeated as he drove off.

She then turned back to find Manny sitting there staring up her skirt and she brushed her hands over her bottom and spun around facing him. "Having fun there?" she accused.

"Trying to calculate which view I like better - front or back," he mulled thoughtfully.

"You cheeky old fish monger!" she teased. "Next time I'm wearing shorts!"

He laughed. "Doesn't matter, love - I've seen enough to see out my days I reckon."

She left the old man and quickly did the grocery shopping then returned to the house. She was feeling quite excited about seeing Timmy again. She picked out a bikini to wear swimming with him and a dress to wear that night so there would be no need to come back and get changed. She also packed makeup in her shoulder bag for later and was deciding on what panty and bra set to take when her bedroom window suddenly lifted up and Tod climbed in.

"Oh my god - you scared me!" she cried.

Paulo climbed in too and they both stood there grinning at her.

"We saw your parents leave and thought we'd better call in and say hello," Tod declared.

"Well I'm going out," Catherine said a little shakily as she folded her arms across her breasts.

"Yeah - with dweeb brain! What's that all about?" Tod chuckled.

"Timmy's nice," Catherine defended. "You could take lessons from him yourself!"

"You wouldn't like me if I was nice though," he grinned and he jumped on her bed, lying back like he owned the place.

"What do you want anyway?" she challenged but her voice was too soft. "I think you both should leave."

Paulo had moved behind her and he reached around with both arms and cuddled her with his hand worming under her arm and closing over her breast. "Don't you want to empty our balls for us?" he whispered. "Let us have another dip in that tight little cunny?"

"Oh you're disgusting!" she complained as she tried to wriggle away.

He kept hold of her and she stopped struggling though. Her entire body was tingling and he was pinching her nipple and twisting it - just lightly though, and harder when she squirmed against his hold.

"I think we should hang around and wait for Timmy," Tod said, opening one of her romance novels like he was settling in for a while.

"I don't want you to wait for Timmy. I don't even want him to know you were here!" Catherine said, pleading a little that time as she could feel Paulo's erection against her back.

Tod was reading her book. "Yes I know, she said in a low saddened voice. But it was me that he loved,” he read aloud, chuckling.

"Stop that!" Catherine cried. "I really want you both to just go before Timmy gets here. Please?"

"Do you really want us to go without this?" Paulo whispered, grinding his cock against her bum. "Are you really going to send us away with blue balls?" he added warmly and he tweaked her nipple again.

"I just don't want Timmy to find you here," Catherine answered softly. Tod was looking up from the book he had closed. He was grinning and she felt herself blush. "If I let you both have me, will you just do it quickly and leave?"

"Sure," Tod agreed mildly and Paulo reached down and felt up between her thighs. His fingers cut into her pussy and he was still grinding against her butt with his erection getting quite hard.

"Okay - but just quickly," Catherine uttered, allowing her legs to part slightly and for his hand to work more freely between them. He then worked his fingers under the waist band of her panties and felt down into her slit, opening her and rubbing into her growing wetness while he had begun tweaking her other nipple.

"Is it juicy?" Tod grinned, glancing up from Paulo's hand under the front of her skirt.

"Yeah - it's juicy," Paulo answered him. "Juicy but not creamy," he chuckled. "Think it needs an injection of nice thick splooge."

"You guys are so disgusting," Catherine uttered, blushing fully but also squirming back against Paulo's cock just a little bit.

"How come you're so wet then?" Paulo teased, kissing the back of her neck and making her squirm back a bit harder. Then he whispered to her again. "I've got such a huge load saved up for you. Do you want it?"

"I just wish you'd hurry up and do it," she uttered.

She did want it though! She wanted it from them both. She thought of how they would have been waiting for her last night and probably all morning, and how full their balls would be. Then she was turned to face the dresser and she leant forward, holding onto it and peering back at Paulo, watching him as he tugged her panties down. Then he held his cock and wiped the head up through her slit and she tilted her hips for him and then "Huuuhh.. huuhhh," she moaned as he forced it all the way into her. "Ohhh that's so huge,” she uttered, meeting Tod's eyes as he sat there watching and smiling.