I handed my suit coat to the stewardess and settled into the soft leather seat in first class. The four hour trip to Austin seemed like the perfect time to use my free upgrade and the added comfort would give me the opportunity to prepare for what promised a very hectic two days in Texas. As I pulled my planner out of my briefcase I smiled at the elderly couple taking the two seats in front of me and dove head-long into prospect reports and copies of correspondance.
The woman boarding the plane caught my eye and I was pleased when she took the window seat next to mine. I smiled and nodded as she passed by me to sit down, but she seemed not to even notice as she stowed her suitcase in the over head bin and situated her purse and briefcase between her feet. Out of the corner my eye I sized her up.
My first instinct was that she was in her mid 30s, but getting a closer look I figured she was closer to 50, but an absolutely beautiful older woman who obviously worked hard to keep herself in shape.
She wasn't the high-maintenance kind of Miss America beauty but a striking woman whose self confidence and poise made her all the more attractive.
For the entire flight she never said a word to me, but we somehow connected. I got the feeling she was watching me, doing small things like the way she toyed the jelly off of her fingers after preparing her croissant or how she took a little too long to adjust the skirt to her suit after it rose far enough to reveal the garters holding her stockings up. As the plane arrived at the gate, I offered to retrieve her suitcase for her. As I handed it to her, she slipped something in my shirt pocket and said, rather authoritatively, "Don't take that out until you're done for the day." With that she took the suitcase and dodged just in front of the elderly couple to make her escape from the plane.
By the time I waited for them to gather their things and teeter from the plane, the beautiful, sexy mystery lady was nowhere to be found. The day was filled with donor meetings and I finally made it back to my hotel a bit after 8. Undressing, I found the card she had put in my pocket. I couldn't believe that this woman had actually slipped my mind, but what the card brought it all back to me in a hurry. "555-555-7454, ask for Catherine with a C" was all that it said. I dialed the number and was surprised to hear the operator identify it as the Marriott hotel just across the street. I doubted she would know who Catherine with a C was but I asked to be connected to her anyway. "Is this the gentleman from the airplane?" the operator asked. When I confirmed this, she said, "I can't connect you but she left a package that she expects you to pick up before 9 tonight. "Expects" was a strange word, but I thanked the operator and quickly dressed for the trip across the street. I went to the front desk and said that Catherine with a C had left a package for me. The clerk at the desk checked and found a package, gift wrapped with a card attached. "Take this back to your room, you know what to do with it, then call me." I returned to my room and opened the package, revealing a pair of black silk boxers. I put them on and noticed my manhood was beginning to swell with the erotic although mysterious evening. Again I called the number and asked for Catherine with a C.
"She is in room 2208, she expects you by 9:00 came the response. It was now 8:30. I quickly jumped in the shower to clear my head and to clean myself for...
For what? I had a general idea about how this night was going to go, but I had no idea about the details.
I toweled off and put the boxers on, followed by the jeans and t-shirt I always packed to hang out in. At 8:55 I was on the elevator and punching floor 22. My heart was racing as the doors opened and I located her room. I knocked twice and was greeted with one word: "wait" In what seemed like forever the woman from the airplane opened the door. She was wearing a black merry widow with thigh high fishnet stockings and incredible three-inch stilletto heels. I entered and went to give her a kiss, but she stopped me with her hand flat on my forehead. "Go in the bathroom and strip down to what I gave you. Then come out." I did as I was told and when I came back into the room she was sitting in the easy chair next to the bed. "Lay down on the bed on your back" she instructed. As I followed her instructions she got up from the chair and said, "if you touch me, you're out of here. Understand?" With that she climbed up on the bed and walked over so she was straddling me. I could feel the sharp heels against me and I gasped when she sat down on my chest.
"Do you like the smell of my softness?" she asked. She had a delightful musky smell that said she was as excited about this adventure as I was. "I do love that smell, Catherine, is there something I may do for you?" She reached behind herself and grasped my hardening length like a baseball player ready to swing his bat. "I like this," she said but it will be a long time before you get to use that. How's your tongue work?" With that she slid forward stuffing her damp, black panties in my face. I resisted the urge to grab her soft place and let my tongue and teeth explore her swelling mound.
She grabbed the front of her thong panties and slid them to a side, exposing what I was hungry for.
My tongue instantly probed into her as I tasted her juices and listened to her moan softly. My tongue found her hard personal place and I began toying it softly up one side then the other. Hands went back to my knees as she thrusted herself at my face as my tongue struggled to keep pace with her gyrations and bring her to satisfaction. The screams told me that I was successful and she collapsed against the head board as I helped her complete her orgasm. She got off of me and instructed to move further down on the bed, so my knees were on the edge of the mattress and my feet were on the floor. Kneeling between my head and the headboard, she bent over and kissed me on the forehead, then he lips found mine and we kissed long, deep wet passionate kisses. SHe toyed her juices from my face and her tongue shared the taste with me.
I could taste the saltiness from her light sweat as it mixed with her natural taste. Catherine remove the top of her merry widow and leaned forward to nuzzle my chest, dropping her own breasts into my face. I nurtured each nipple and gently toyed the underside of each breast. She continued toward my belly button and then to the elastic waist band of my boxers. She teasing toyed around the top of the silk as I could once again feel the heat from her mound at my face. She stood up and removed her thong, leaving just the stockings and stillettoes. "Do you want me to suck your length?" She asked. "Yes Catherine, I do.""Too bad, you've not yet earned it." With that she squatted over my head and again let my tongue explore her wet folds.
It drove me crazy to have her fingernails in my thighs, just inches from my aching length but she never touched it. She did lean forward just enough to let me rim her soft place with my tongue, which brought a far deeper moan than my other work. As she again began to buck her hips, her body fell forward and she bit me hard on the inside of my thigh. I could feel her soft hair on my length but it was clear that she was NOT going to give me any pleasure until she was finished. As her shouts died down I continued to work her personal place until she was well into her second, then third wave of orgasms. Her body collapsed on mine, her head on my knee and my length against the top of her chest. I was beginning to wonder if I was ever going to get some relief that night when I felt a fingernail on my balls. She rolled to one side and began using her hand to get my length even harder. She stroked the length then toyed the precum from her finger.
Her head rested on my knee as she leisurely explored my genitalia through the fly of my boxers. "You've earned a good play," she said. "And I intend to give it to you.
How do you want it?" I thought about doggie style but decided that she was too beautiful for me to only be able to see her spectacular soft place. "I want you on top," I said. "Are you as good as you say?" "Only one way to find out." She pulled a condom out of the bedside drawer and enjoyed stretching it over my erection. She straddled my hips leaned forward, her tongue exploring my mouth.
Our hips worked together as found her opening and slowly began sliding into her. It was tight and well-lubricated and in four or five thrusts I was completly inside of her. She sat up and put my hands on her breasts. I realized this was the first time I had touched her. She ground herself hard onto me as we swayed for what must have been 10 or 15 minutes. She leaned way back and felt my hardness against her g-spot. We both began moaning faster and louder. She gripped my shoulders hard as I exploded against the condom and she quickly came again. She collapsed on top of me, pulling the covers up with her.
We fell asleep, me still inside of her until her wake up call came at five a.m. I dressed, kissed her and left, never even knowing her name. On the plane back to Cleveland I was hoping to again sit next to the mysterious Catherine with a C, but was disappointed.
Maybe next time. |
