I live for the moment when I hear the catch in her throat with our first kiss. Her breathing getting heavier with each caress, touch, or stroke, of her sensitive places, I wait for those words she will say..., but not yet.
Catherine Chapter 32
Thoughts coming together.
"Bobby, how I met them, was through Diane."
"That party hosted by my in-laws at their home and how Jon and his father knew Diane and her husband through projects Jon and his father's company had done in New York." She's telling me.
"Yes Catherine, I remember you telling me about the party and your strained relationship with Jon's father because of what he tried to do; that, was etched pretty deeply in my mind." Telling her. "And the part with Diane..., oh yeah, that too for sure. But I don't remember anything about New York." Telling her.
My thought's about their clubbing..., must have been there as well as the hotel room for the after clubbing?
"Diane, Bob..., I don't think I want you to ever meet her," Catherine's telling me. Distracting my thoughts.
"What.., why?" Asking her.
"Because I know Diane; that's why!" Her terse reply.
"Now why...," Catherine holding her hand up, her look telling me that subject is closed. Learning later, there was more to her and Diane -- Diane's husband; part observer, part participant.
"Diane and her husband both work for the convention and visitors bureau," Catherine's telling me. "Her husband works mostly with the business community, while Diane, is more the tourist and visitors side. They were invited to the party to meet some people from out of town who were involved with projects Jon and his father had been involved with along with the new one in the next few weeks; again in New York -- do you remember me saying that?" Catherine ask.
"Yes..., at least I think I do," replying.
"And..., how I liked Diane and how much I would get to know a lot more about her very soon! And where our conversation loosened up, joking about parties we had been to and some of the people who were there; similar to this party. And, how Diane noticed the tattoo on my wrist; commenting if it meant what she thought it meant?" Catherine asking.
"Ah..., would you refresh my memory on that part, Catherine?" Asking her.
Catherine looking hard at me now; "Your memory Swaggart, you told me, is very good; right?" She's on to me.
"Well..., sometimes it gets a bit cloudy," telling her.
"Yeah...," she says. "I can see where this is going," she replies.
"I turned it around asking her, what do you think it means?" Diane looked straight at me with, I bet it means you like girls, she replied. "I told her yes I do and that I had one just like it in my pubic area, she laughed, really she said; show me!"
"So I moved my chair where I could face her so as not to be seen from the house, pulled my dress out from under my butt, pulled my nothing panties aside and showed her. She complimented me on my nice taste in tattoos and their placement; then dared me to show her more?"
The tattoo is on the very top inside of her right thigh; only seen when her legs are spread wide enough and slightly back. It must have hurt like hell getting it and I kiss it every time I go down on her; as others should too; the view right close by is mouth watering.
"So taking her, truth or dare, the time and place, my lowered inhibitions from the extra drinks I had too. I lifted my butt, took my nothing panties off, and lifting my butt while spreading my legs as much as I could do to the limitations of the chair arms, I was asking her; any more?"
"Yes, Diane said, I want to eat you right now, but it probably wouldn't be a good idea, she told me."
"Still holding my legs the way they were I began fingering my pussy, stroking over my clit -- I was really..., turned on; I like to be watched, as you know," Catherine looking directly at me as she says it. And like I also told you about me in the mirror after getting home from the party," she says. "Thinking all the way home it could have been a great mutual up close and extremely hot mutual masturbation -- Diane and me out there by my father in law's pool."
That reference to her father in law -- what he would never see or get his hands or any other part on.
All of what she's just told me has me dying to say something because this woman surprises me all the time. She's bold, spontaneous, outrageous, when she wants to be. An the perfect lady when she needs to be is only a fraction of what describes her.!
"Further conversation with Diane was a brief history of experiences and other things," Catherine picks up, breaking into my thoughts. "Then Diane tells me about this girls only weekend she host twice a year at her beach house on a very private stretch of Long Island." Catherine going on.
"Diane went on telling me about the six women who were very close intimate friends, including herself. An now they were looking for another, a sixth, to round out the group; because one had left due to her husband getting promoted which meant they had to relocate; okay," she was telling.
"Yeah..., I think I'm catching up now. But don't stop to often, my attention span sometimes goes out for a walk and forgets where it left from." Teasing her.
Laughing, shaking her head, "How about I smack you now and them; it'll remind your attention span to stay home; what do you think about that; smart ass!"
"You're killing me girl,"" reminding her.
"Good..," she says. "I hope it hurts really bad!" She jabs me.
"Anyway..., Diane goes on telling me about her beach house on that private beach, to some extent, lots of privacy. But even though the house was on a this private stretch of beach during the season there were still people wondering through that aren't supposed to be there. An that's why she host the party a week or so before Memorial Day and for the same reason holding it the same amount of time but after Labor Day to minimize the chance of unwanted visitors wondering through; you're still with me right, Swaggart?"
"Yes Catherine, my attention span is improving," telling her.
"Good boy!" She tells me.
"Then Diane asked me whether I would like an invitation to the one she's hosting after the coming Labor Day. But also warning me about how things are always pretty wild and loose. I told her it sounded like great fun and the rekindling of what almost happened the night of the party; where of course I yes, that I'd love an invitation," telling her.
"So after exchanging cellphone numbers and emails she told me she would call me within the week and send me the directions to her beach house."
