Cate
written by:
Ic

Her name was Cate. 5'8" with an athletic form, her bright crimson red hair hung way down her back in a pony tail. Beautiful but austere with sharp features and piercing brown eyes framed by thick rimmed glasses. She looked quite severe and distant until she smiled; then her whole face lit up like a welcome sign. How I loved that smile.

I met her in Scotland at a small hotel in the Borders. She was waitressing in the restaurant, I was escaping the monotony of office life on a weekend break. I was sat in the hotel bar having a quiet drink, trying to decide if ordering haggis was just too damned clichéd. I looked up and noticed her, bustling through the bar with a tray full of drinks. Dressed in plain black trousers and a tight black top I couldn't help but stare. Her long hair swinging as she hurried around the room, her sizeable breasts bouncing noticeably with every step. The effect was almost hypnotic.

I ordered my meal at the bar, and when she approached ten minutes later to lead me to my table I was trying to remember anything anyone had told me about being cool and relaxed around attractive women. It wasn't working, she made me incredibly nervous. As usual, probably a genetic thing we English suffer from, I resorted to being overly polite and all smiles. Guaranteed not to offend, but let's be honest, women don't swoon for a 'nice bloke'.

Infuriated with myself, I ate my meal in silence, fantasising about what probably couldn't have been. She came back several times to check on me, and was extremely pleasant in a detached, professional way. The haggis was fantastic, for what it's worth.

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An hour or so later I was back up in my room, getting changed to go out for the evening, when there was a knock at my door. Wearing nothing but a pair of jeans I grabbed a shirt, slid my arms in then opened the door. It was Cate. Apparently I'd managed to leave my phone on the table in the restaurant. Knowing I was a guest she decided to bring it up as soon as she was free.

It was with more than a little surprise I noticed her gaze drop briefly to my naked, smooth torso as I thanked her and took my mobile. I'm six foot, slim built but firm in the right places and have been told I'm good looking. But I'm certainly not used to women throwing themselves at me in the street, and didn't think in all reality I could catch the eye of a woman like Cate.

Taking the opportunity to speak to her in a more relaxed situation I introduced myself properly and started a innocuous conversation. Was she a local? How long had she been working here? The sort of questions you start with when desperately trying to figure out how to phrase the real question. Would you like to come in?

Her smile now absent, she looked at me with a stern gaze and said, in a wonderfully disarming Scottish brogue, "I saw you staring at me in the bar, you know." I clambered for a response. "And in the restaurant. You're really not very subtle are you?"

I thought about denying it, pleading innocence and apologising for any misunderstanding. But then she might leave and right here and now it was more important than anything that she didn't. Besides, I was sure I could see the smile hiding only just behind her eyes.

"No" I said and for good measure I took another long, lingering look at her stunning body and smiled broadly. That seemed to cover it, really.

When my eyes returned to her face she was smiling too, then with a quick glance left and right down the corridor she stepped forward. Hand on my chest pushing me back into the room, she swung her other arm behind and slammed the door shut.

A rush of words tried to escape my mind at once, a thousand compliments I wanted to pay her, a hundred quips about the situation. But they all seemed unnecessary. I stepped toward her, inclined my head and kissed her deeply on the mouth. Her hand still pressed against my chest, she tensed her fingers slightly and her finely manicured fingernails scratched at my skin.

My hands found her waist and she moved hers behind my head as, still locked in embrace we turned into the room and shuffled across the floor. I was certain she could feel my already growing penis pressing against her, even through my briefs and baggy jeans. Gripping the hem of her top, I lifted her it up and over her head in one fluid movement. Our mouths broke apart for the clothing to pass then rejoined. She removed her unseated glasses with one hand, whilst untying her hair with the other. Through the silkiness of her bra I could feel her now taut nipples rubbing against my bare chest.

Still without words my shirt quickly joined hers on the floor followed by my jeans, after some frantic ripping at my belt. She pushed me back into the bed, wearing nothing but my increasingly tight white briefs. As I watched, all the words in my mind silenced by desire, she grinned and stepped out of her trousers.

Standing before me in a black bra and briefs I realised that, whilst flattering, her work clothing did nothing to hint and the phenomenal body beneath. With a little squeal of delight she literally leapt on top of me, the well worn bed springs squealing back in protestation.

Her hands went to the sides of my face, as mine ran over her thighs, back and arse. We kissed again, our tongues fencing and caressing, fighting and flowing in equal measure. Cate broke off, kissed my cheek, then my chin and down my neck. I craned forward to watch as this beautiful woman moved down my body, kissing and nibbling every inch of exposed flesh from my neck to my navel. Then, slipping her slender fingers into my waistband she pulled down my briefs and released my now fully erect and eager cock. Without even a moment's hesitation she fell upon it, lashing wildly at it with her tongue, taking first half, then my whole seven inch shaft into her throat.

I was in complete shock, my hands pawed at the bedding as my body bucked in response to her very talented talents. It was as if all the air had gone from the room, and I was left to gasp breathless "oh.. God"s over and over. Then, as impetuously as she began she had stopped, sliding her way back up my body. My aching and now glistening cock dragged between her breasts as she moved up to meet my waiting mouth, every touch sharp like static. Again we kissed deeply as all four hands now wandered freely across our bodies.

With no warning she reached a hand between her legs, nudged her briefs aside and slid down my cock in a single movement. This time the air left both our bodies in unison as my hips lifted to push my entire length into her. Our eyes locked, and what I saw there thrilled me as much as anything else that night. Still leading the way, she pressed both hands into my chest, and leaned her head forward to kiss me. Her hair cascaded around us, sealing us off in our own private world. She rocked her hips back and forth, sliding several inches up and down my cock.

My hands cupped her breasts, the inside of each thumb flicking across her nipples in time with her movements. Several minutes passed and she began moaning into my mouth, quietly at first but with growing intensity. With each moan she rocked her hips and tensed all her muscles, gripping at me all over. As soon as she started to orgasm I knew I was going to be towed along in her wake, this unstoppable force writhing above me. Our lips parted again and she yelled out, a sharp guttural noise that ran straight through to my core. My body tensed in response and I climaxed inside her as she continued to groan and grind against my cock.

Her body held rigid for several moments after she came, then she shuddered almost imperceptibly and collapsed onto me. She pushed my cock away with her hand and sank deeper into me. I could feel both our hearts thumping, hers against my chest, mine in my ears. We laid there for several minutes, catching our breath. Our sweat cooling quickly even in the warm room.

I rolled us both over so I was on top. I wanted to take charge now, show her she wasn't the only hungry animal in the room.

Lifting away, I used my right arm to gently smooth her hair away from her face. She was grinning broadly underneath, and I couldn't help but dive into her mouth yet again. Kissing this woman was a far more physical act than I'd ever known. She gave her entire body over to the kiss, pushing everything she had through her lips and tongue. It was intoxicating and exhausting all at once.

My hand slid beneath us and deftly unfastened her bra strap. As I freed her breasts from their constraints I pulled back to stare. They were just as amazing as I'd fantasized earlier that night. I flicked my tongue across her left nipple and smiled as the skin pulled taut. The same for the right, then shuffling onto my elbow I gripped each gently between my thumb and forefinger and I kissed her abs and stomach.

Her creamy skin, slightly saline from the sweat was the best thing I'd tasted that weekend. I kissed and sucked her body, timing each plant of my lips with a gentle squeeze of my fingers. Each pressure on her nipples elicited a gentle moan. I kissed over her waistband and pressed my face against her pelvis. The smell of sex was overwhelming. Gently I slipped the bridge of my nose across her clitoris. She shuddered, grabbing at my head with her hands and moaning loudly. Pausing for only a few seconds, then I turned my head and squeezed her clit the other way. Again she shuddered and this time screamed out. A third time, but with a sharp pinch at her nipples and she yelled loudly.

I raised my head to bring my lips to her clit, the material of her briefs stretched taut and now soaked through. With a purse of my lips I shook my head slowly to apply pressure side to side across her clitoris. She pulled hard on my hair and raised her knees either side of my body, clenching my ribcage.

Finally I slipped my tongue onto her now tender clit and vibrated across it. Her underwear must have felt like sandpaper by then, biting against her sensitive glans. She was moaning and gasping wildly, a building pitch and intensity that urged me forwards. My tongue a blur, she swore loudly and elaborately as she climaxed hard against my body.

I continued flicking my tongue slowly, making her shudder and jerk until she pushed me away, unable to take any more. I knelt up and pulled down her briefs. Cate was exhausted, laying with her arms above her head, eyes closed, and her hair a bright red corona on the pillow. Ducking my head forward I took one slow, gentle lick at her pussy, savouring the taste and smells.

As if on cue my cock was now throbbing painfully again. Of course no matter the situation, the sight of the gorgeous, sweating, post-orgasmic Cate in front of me would have that affect, I'm certain.

I slid a hand behind each smooth, muscular calf and lifted them to my shoulders. Then shuffling forward I eased the tip my penis into contact with her pussy. Cate's eyes flicked open as I pushed forward the full length straight inside her. Her brow furrowed, but she nodded encouragement as I rocked my pelvis pushing my cock back and forth.

My hands roamed her legs, smooth and sexy, her arse between my thighs was firm but shapely. I lifted my gaze and saw her watching my eyes intently as I'd been taking in her figure. She drew her legs together, then reached up either side of her knees to grip my nipples in each hand. Pulling hard she brought me to her mouth and her legs flush against her stomach. Beautiful, highly sexed AND flexible? Love at first fuck it is.

Assuming a press-up position my cock was deep inside her, and still she twisted brutally on my nipples. I arched my back and then fell down, my cock thrusting into her and my stomach slapping against the back of her thighs. She moaned a whispered "yes" with each thrust, still directing the pace of the night even in this position.

I could soon feel myself getting ready to come again, but my arms were giving out from the awkward position. Slipping my hands between her legs I guided them down and lay my weight fully on top of her. She kissed me deeply again, our tongues linking in time with my steady rhythmic thrusting. Several minutes later we both climaxed again, more gently, more intimately.

We fell asleep where we lay, her in my arms and my face surrounded by her wild hair. When I awoke on my back several hours later she was gone. The only reminder of her visit two sore nipples and a pair of black briefs on my chest. I grinned broadly. Don't worry, she came back to collect them the following night.