Part 1

Part 2

I woke a little after daybreak, gray-blue light starting to filter through the holes of my living room blinds and fluttering in petals across my floor. It took me a second to remember why I was on the couch, and then I remembered the events of the previous night, the feel of Catalina's hand on my cock, the taste of her pussy on my tongue. I rose quietly and padded softly into the kitchen, trying to make minimal noise as I brewed coffee, as I weighed and ground the beans. I poured my first cup, replaced the pot, and reached for my mug.

"Good morning!"

I jumped near out of my skin.

"Oh no! I'm sorry!"

I turned toward the living room. Catalina was standing there, her hands over her mouth, looking mortified. I chuckled and collapsed back against the counter, holding a hand to my heart.

"Good morning," I said.

"I'm very sorry!"

"You're okay."

I picked up the mug, walked over to her. She was in her same t-shirt and athletic shorts combo, her hair frizzy and matted from sleep, her face slightly puffy, but drop dead gorgeous all the same.

"Coffee?" I said, holding out the mug.

She looked at it, cocking an eyebrow.

"I'm..." She gestured with a hand, trying to find the word. "About coffee, I'm..."

"Picky?"

"Yes."

"Just give it a try."

She raised a doubtful eyebrow, took the mug from me, pursed her lips and blew lightly across the surface. Her eyes moved up to mine while she did so, and I got lost in them, spotting a couple golden flecks at the edges of her iris, imagining them fixed on me as she sucked my-

She took a sip, and her face immediately lit up.

"Oh wow!"

"I like that reaction."

"I'm impressed."

She smiled, nodding her head gently up and down, letting herself be convinced, and then she let go of the mug with one hand to place it lightly on my chest, to let one finger trail down my sternum and down my stomach. Her finger paused on my abs, and her eyes fell, focusing on that spot, and my cock stiffened in my sweatpants, and she may have noticed because her eyes fell even further, and I put one hand on her waist and pulled her gently into me, her mug hand swinging slowly outward, and her crotch pressed into my thigh and her thigh pressed against my hardening cock, and she let out a soft surprised sound and looked up into my eyes, and I leaned in and kissed her, softly, a sensual morning kiss. She kissed back, I caught an intoxicating whiff of morning breath and coffee, and my dick hardened further against her leg. I pulled back and looked down into her face, her lips still parted, her eyes still closed, and then they fluttered open and we just looked at each other, our bodies still pressed together.

"Good morning," I said.

"Good morning," she echoed softly.

I let go of her waist and she stepped back, putting a steadying hand to her forehead as she turned away and took another sip of coffee. I leaned against the counter, enjoying having this effect on her.

"What do you want to do today?" I said.

She turned, looking toward the floor, lost in thought, and then she smiled and looked up eagerly.

"Can we go to the beach?" she said.

Meaning I got to see her in a swimsuit?

"Sure," I said. "Sounds great."

Her smile widened even further, showing off gorgeous white teeth.

"I'm going to change!" she said, her voice lilting with excitement, placing her mug on the counter. "And then I make breakfast."

"No!" I said. "I'll make-"

She raised a playfully stern finger, stopping me short.

"I'll make."

And with that she bounded back into the bedroom.

I smiled, shaking my head, and went to pour out another cup of coffee. I then took a brief jaunt outside to grab the L.A. Times, and then sat at my kitchen table reading the news and sipping coffee. The bedroom door was closed but I could hear Catalina singing to herself in Spanish as she moved around. I thought of her naked, trying on various swimsuits, and I shifted in my seat as my cock hardened again.

Then finally the door opened, I looked up, and my jaw dropped.

She had a hand resting on the door frame at shoulder height, leaning into it, her opposite leg slightly bent and cocked out at an angle. She'd put on a base layer of makeup, her eyebrows now dark and setting off her eyes wonderfully, and she'd primped and preened her hair into perfect curling waves. And her clothes...she was wearing a white bikini, with one of those high-waisted thongs that accentuates your hips and ass, but over it she had on a fishnet cover-up, beige and falling off one shoulder.

"How do I look?" she said.

"You know exactly how you look," I said.

She smiled guiltily, then pranced on the balls of her feet past me and into the kitchen. I watched her ass as she went, the thong splitting two incredible, thick, perky, oval butt cheeks. She bent forward over my kitchen counter, provocatively, more than she needed to to peruse the bowl of produce there, fully aware that I was watching her every movement.

"Avocado!" she said, standing up, holding one aloft in her hand. "Great!"

She got to work. I don't have any recollection of what the news was that day, or how my coffee tasted, because I sat at the table and watched her like a drooling cartoon character, obsessed with how her body looked as she moved through my kitchen, at the smoothness of her skin, the tightness of her curves, the glorious olive hue of her body.

When she was finished, she carried two plates over to the table, sat down jauntily, and we started eating. She'd made a very good avocado toast, and we ate in silence, eyeing each other, sometimes breaking out in goofy smiles. And when we were done, it was my turn to get ready, going back into my room to throw on swim trunks while she relaxed at the table with her coffee.

I decided to tease her a little bit, show her some skin as well, and emerged from my bedroom before I was completely ready, only in my shorts and turning a t-shirt over in my hand. I pretended to not see her across the room, to not notice her eyes linger on my torso as I lifted the shirt above my head, stretching out my body, before pulling it down over my head. When the neck of the shirt cleared my eyes I looked over at her and she was studiously looking down at the paper, pretending she'd never been doing anything else.

We drove out to the beach, very early in the scheme of the day but getting a head start on the droves of people that would soon overwhelm it. I kept the windows down, blasted some early period Elvis, looked over at Catalina's bright smile as she soaked in the L.A. scenery, the morning sun turning her hair molten gold.

I watched her run across the sand with glee, only the ocean between her and the horizon, watched her kick her sandals away and jump into the water and immediately discover what all Angelenos eventually learn, that the water is annoyingly cold year round. She screamed and laughed and ran back to where I was laying out towels, cursing in Spanish.

"Unfortunate, right?" I said.

"Terrible!" she said.

But all misery was immediately forgotten faced with a beach to lay on. She pulled her cover-up off over her head, really not revealing anything I couldn't already see but making her body even more intoxicating. I helped her apply sunscreen and tanning oil, her lying down on her stomach as I knelt astride her magnificent ass, pushing my hands up and down the plane of her back. She flipped over afterward, blowing me a kiss as thanks, and stretched out, briefly arching her back off the towel, looking for all the world like a Playboy centerfold, before sighing and relaxing down.  

We stayed out there for a couple hours, until the summer masses really started to descend on us and relative tranquility turned to chaos. We decided to get lunch, so we walked to a seafood spot just a couple streets off the water, sat on the patio and ate calamari and shrimp and grouper, split a bottle of white and listened to the gulls caw over the incoming tide. Catalina was joyful, really reveling in her Los Angeles vacation now, laughing and smiling and reacting sumptuously to each sip of drink and bite of food. Her hand often now came to rest on mine, her fingers slowly caressing the inside of my palm, or she'd kick off a sandal and drag the toes of one foot up my calf, regarding me as she leaned forward over the table, playfully nipping the temple tip of her sunglasses, her small breasts pushing together under her cover-up.

I paid for lunch, she thanked me with a firm kiss on the cheek, and we walked back to my car and drove back into the city, in the very early afternoon at this point but feeling somehow like we were on the verge of dusk. The drive was long and Catalina dozed in the passenger seat, and I focused hard on the road, trying not to do the same. But we got back to the apartment without incident and walked upstairs, Catalina leading me by the hand, her head swaying slowly back and forth.

When we entered my apartment, I expected her to let go of my hand, but she didn't, just led me inexorably into my bedroom, not saying a single word. I felt like I was in a trance, that the last few hours had been an unwinding dream. Catalina let go of my hand and I understood instinctually that she wanted me on the bed, so I drifted toward it, sat on the edge with my feet on the floor, and then she was standing in front of me, still in her bikini and cover-up, smelling of sunscreen and ocean spray, reaching behind her head with both hands and putting her hair up, walking forward into the space between my legs, putting her hands on my thighs and descending to her knees, running her hands up and down the top of my legs, staring at me languorously, her head tilting back and forth.

"Catalina," I said. "You-"

"Shh," she said, raising a finger to her lips.

My cock was swelling in my trunks, pushing out down my leg, lifting up the fabric. Her eyes fixed on it, one of her hands coming oh so close as it dragged up and down my thigh. Then she took the hem of the shorts leg between her fingers, and drew it ever so slowly up my thigh, toward the end of my hardening cock, until it drew over the tip and my head emerged, throbbing thick and pink. She left the shorts leg sitting there with just my head exposed, my shaft held tight to my thigh, and she lowered her face to it and stared at it, tilting her head back and forth again, using her fingers to push some loose curls behind an ear. Her eyes raised to me, she shook her head in amazement, exhaled slowly between pursed lips, then looked back down at the head of my cock, opened her mouth, and wrapped her lips just around the tip, not even reaching my ridge, and she moaned deeply, her eyes closing heavily, letting her lips press out against my head. I moaned as well, throwing my head back at the incredible sensation, stretching my neck around in a slow circle, before looking back down at Catalina, at her drawing her lips together into a kissing motion right on the tip of my cock, and then her pulling her face away, her eyes fluttering open and a smile dancing across her lips as she looked up at me and ran her hands down my thighs once again.

"Sweet. Jesus," I said.

She bit her lip, looked down at my pulsing head, at the faintest trace of crimson lipstick sitting right at the tip. She made a satisfied sound, like she'd just eaten a great bite of food, then leaned in again, opened her mouth, and took more of my cock within it, her lips now coming to settle around my ridge, and her eyes closed again on a moan and her face sunk even more into my crotch, looking like she was on a high from the best drug. I felt her tongue start to push against my tip, drag in a circle around my head. I let out a stammering moan, almost falling back flat on the bed but pushing myself forward, bending my torso over her, looking down at her face, her cheek resting on my thigh. Her closest eye opened lazily and regarded me as she made another deeply satisfied moan, and I put one hand in the curls on the side of her head and the other I placed flat on her cheek, tapping it with my fingers close to where my head was pressing, and I figured from everything I'd heard her say in Spanish that she didn't mind dirty talk, and I said:

"You like having that massive cock in your mouth?"

She moaned affirmatively, nodding quickly as the eyebrow above her open eye peaked up her forehead.

"You've been dreaming of sucking this cock, haven't you?"

She moaned and nodded again, faster this time.

"I'm so fucking lucky," I said. "To see your gorgeous face sucking my cock. See your beautiful lips wrapped around my head."

The corners of her lips curled up into a smile, clearly flattered by the compliments, then her eyes closed and she lifted her cheek off my thigh and pushed her mouth ever so slightly further, her lips just cresting my ridge and landing on my shaft, and then she tightened her lips and sucked backward slowly, drawing them back over my ridge and down my head and off with a small pop.

I groaned, letting go of her head and sitting back, and she smiled and reared backward on her knees and reached down to grab the edges of her cover-up and pull it up over her head. She tossed it behind her, settling back down on her knees, just in her bikini now, her olive skin standing out even more starkly against the white after a few hours in the sun.

"You're gorgeous," I said.

She smiled bashfully and gave a small shimmy of her shoulders, then reached for the waistband of my shorts and wrapped her fingers around it.

"We need," she said, "to free," she waved a finger in a circle at my crotch, "your dick."

She pulled down on my waistband, I lifted my butt off the bed, and my shorts slid down my hips, the bunched-up leg pulling out on my dick as it moved past, and then they were around my thighs and my cock swung straight up, and her eyes briefly flitted to it before looking back down at my shorts as she pulled them over my knees and down my calves and off. She then put her hands on my knees, and studiously looked off to the side, her face tilted up, coyly not looking at my dick.

"You don't want to look at it?" I said, my tone playful.

She shook her head, then swung her face in the other direction, her lips pursed to one side like a cartoon character.

"Why not?" I said.

She shrugged her shoulders, making a non-committal sound. I smiled, enjoying her playful side, knowing it meant she'd be a fun lay. I lifted a hand, brought it forward to her chin, and gently but firmly turned her face forward again. Her eyes landed on me, her expression defiant.

"I can put it away," I said.

She pouted, rolling her eyes. "Okay," she said, drawing out the end of the word with a put-upon American drawl.

And her gaze dropped to my dick. Immediately a shudder ran through her body, a smile flitting across her face. She ran her tongue around her lips, scooted her body further between my legs and closer to the bed, and drew her hands up my thighs. They floated toward my dick, wrapped themselves around it, one hand around my base, the other higher on my shaft. Her eyes were fixed on it, her expression slack. She said something in Spanish, and her hands ever so slowly twisted upward and back down again. Pre-cum leaked out of me, and her eyes moved to it but she didn't do anything about it, just twisted her hands around my cock again and watched it slowly drip down my head, toward the edge of her top hand, until one more twist brought them into contact and it dragged under her hand and became a shiny wet streak against my skin.

And then, with the suddenness of waking from a dream, all foreplay and all pretense was forgotten. Something shifted in her eyes, her lips parted, her head lurched forward, and she took my cock in her mouth. I gasped at the sudden change in sensation, looked at her mouth wrapped a third of the way down my shaft, her hands bunched up beneath that, but I had no time to prepare or adjust for the new reality before she started sucking on it in great big strokes, her hands twisting in opposite directions on my shaft.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I said under my breath, watching her beautiful face fly up and down, feeling everything in her mouth working expertly around my cock.

It was an all-consuming blowjob, her hands doing fantastic work on the parts she couldn't reach with her mouth, her lips a soft O around my girth, her tongue running under and over and around my head, and her cheeks firmly holding onto everything. My dick was quickly drenched with spit and saliva and drool, Catalina making zero effort to hold it back, letting it seep down between her lips and into her fingers and coating her hands and my shaft.

My mouth hung open in awe, in total disbelief at the sensation being bestowed upon me and the drop dead gorgeous woman who was doing the bestowing. She blew me for a few minutes straight, never once coming up for air or to work her jaw, just moving up and down my cock ceaselessly. I didn't know what to do with my hands, didn't want to interrupt or change what was already incredible. I just sat there, my head cocked, staring at her gorgeous face, her eyes gently closed, her expression giving no indication of the massive effort the rest of her was exerting on me.

After a few more minutes she finally relented. She came off of me with a deep gasping breath, her eyes fluttering open and focusing on my face, her hands continuing to work my cock for a second before releasing it and coming to my thighs. My cock flopped around, absolutely drenched, and I fell back onto my elbows.

"Holy fucking shit!" I said, my voice hoarse.

"I need one second," she said. "I'm sorry."

I laughed raggedly, falling fully on my back, staring at the ceiling.

"You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about," I said. "That was so fucking good."

I felt her hands come off my legs, heard her stand up. I looked down, saw her reach for her bikini top, and I popped back onto my elbows. She smiled at my eagerness, then pulled the top up over her head, and her tits fell free.

I stared at them like a famished animal, at their small but perfect curves, at her hard nipples. She had a slight bikini tan from the beach, and my beleaguered cock throbbed harder at the sight of the pale triangles imprinted on her breasts. She turned the bikini top over in her hands, tossed it aside, and said:

"Get on the bed."

I scooted my ass back, swung my legs up, and lay full out. She mounted it on her knees, her high-waisted thong still stretching up her midriff, accentuating her thighs and ass. She moved between my legs, dropped forward onto her hands, one each side of my torso. Her face drifted over my chest, dropped toward my stomach, gave my abs a kiss. She moaned, smiled to herself, and spent a few moments here, just kissing across my stomach, dropping to her elbows at one point and holding my sides with her hands and savoring getting to devour my body. I pushed my hands into her curly hair, held her temples between my palms, craned my neck to see the curves of her ass pushing up into the air, the white thong running down her crack.

Eventually she kissed her way down my stomach, stopping to run her tongue around my belly button, and then dragged her nose down into my crotch and picked up my wet cock with a hand. She ranged back up onto her knees, towering above me, and worked my cock for a second with her hands, twisting up and down its length, rotating the positioning of her hands with each pull, her top hand coming off and moving to the bottom and then the new top hand doing the same. She kept her chest pushed forward between her biceps, her nipples pointing out and up, and I watched her in total contentment, her utter beauty making this experience almost as good as the blowjob she'd been giving me.

But she had an endgame, and when my cock was back throbbing as thick as it ever had, she scooted her knees back slightly, curved her torso forward, and wrapped her mouth tight around my girth and started blowing me. Her head moved up and down quickly, her hands twisting around and around. She was moaning non-stop, as if she was getting the only treat she'd ever wanted. Drool started pouring out of her mouth again, pooling down over her fingers, getting pulled in circles around my dick and lubing it all up.

Pleasure was starting to swell in my groin, electricity beginning to course through every extremity. I knew I was about to blow one of the biggest loads I ever had.

"I'm getting close," I said.

She popped off my dick, turned her face up to mine with her jaw clenched, and pushed her cheek next to my shaft while she jacked it off quickly with a single twisting hand. She pushed her knees further back and arched her ass up into the air, and looked into my eyes and started speaking rapidly in Spanish. I shook my head in wonder, my eyes drifting from her face to her ass to her hand perfectly jacking off my soaking wet cock. My orgasm swelled and swelled, pure unbridled joy swelling in every nerve.

"I'm gonna come," I said softly, hoarsely.

She threw her mouth back on my cock, wrapped her second hand around it, and sucked and twisted in big sweeping motions again. My eyes fixed on the arch of her back leading up to her amazing ass, and I came.

I cursed at the top of my lungs as my hips bucked upward. I threw my hands to my face and looked at the ceiling, stars filling my vision, every nerve dipped in opium. I couldn't imagine the load I was filling her mouth with, but she never flinched, just kept blowing and jacking me off. I closed my eyes, started laughing, the motion of her mouth and hands milking me completely dry.

And then I was empty, and she pulled off me with a deep sigh, and I felt my cock flop against my stomach as I lay there, my body spasming. Eventually I regained my senses enough to raise up onto my elbows, shake the delirium from my eyes, and once again look at this gorgeous Colombian girl who'd just blown me into oblivion. She'd settled sideways on her knees and was looking at me serenely, giving no indication she'd just swallowed a massive load.

"Thank you," I said.

She nodded. "You taste very good."

I cocked my head, smiling. "Oh really?"

She nodded again.

"Good to know," I said.

I rose up into a seat and we stared into each other's eyes. I pushed a stray curl behind her ear, took her by the back of the neck, and kissed her softly on the lips. Her lips melted against mine, and then I pulled away.

"How are you doing?" I said.

I wondered if she was feeling any regret, or any of that inexplicable loyalty to her cheating boyfriend.

"I am perfect," she said.

"Yes, you are."

She smiled.

"I'm tired, too," she said, stretching her arms out and yawning cartoonishly.

"We should nap," I said. "We have a long night ahead of us."

Her eyes dropped to my dick, draped over one leg.

"Yes," she said. "We do."

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Thanks for reading! Part 4 coming soon.