Erotic with Catherin (part 2)

Erotic with Catherine (part 2)
"Where are we?" she asked sleepily. "Was I out for long?"
"A couple of hours... I think we should start looking for a motel for the night. What do you think?"

" Okay, it's nice here." Catherine agreed as she sat up fixing her hair and tugging her dress down. "What lake is that?" There was a huge expanse of perfectly still water to one side of the road.

"I don't know, sweetheart. But what about that?" Len asked, pointing to a billboard advertising a guesthouse in 20 miles.

***

The Lakeside Guesthouse was owned and operated by a tall, well built man of 45 named Carter. It was a little out of the way though and didn't do much business. There was a small room in the basement where Reg, the local handyman/gardener, lived in exchange for watching reception sometimes and keeping up the grounds and gardens. 

Carter tossed his boat keys in the draw and slapped old Reg on the back, interrupting The Odd Couple on TV. "Who owns the car, Reg?" 

"Customers... Some dude and a pretty young blonde. I put them upstairs in three."

"Good. How long?"

"Just for the night."

Carter went into the kitchen to check on supplies for dinner and breakfast." Where's Toby?" he called out.

"Gone to town. He should be back soon," Reg called back. Toby was Reg's son. He was a 24 year old giant with the mind of a child who shared the small room in the basement and mowed lawns and did all the heavy work for his father.

The guesthouse had four rooms -- two downstairs and two upstairs with a view across the lake. Carter occupied room one because in the ten years he had owned the place it had never been full. Reg was watching TV in the office but there was also a huge open dining and living room on the ground floor, and upstairs there was another sitting room that opened to a balcony that was actually suspended above water. The grounds of the property were expansive and resembled a lightly timbered park, kept immaculately groomed by Reg and Toby. 

"My god, this is beautiful," Catherine called to her husband. She had found the balcony and was looking out across the lake.

Len approached and put his arms around her from behind. She leant back against him and he nuzzled her neck. "Looks like we've got the floor to ourselves too." He felt her tits and her hands closed over his in slight protest. His erection was pressing into her back.

"And what's got into you all of a sudden?" She asked. "Hey, you can't undress me out here..." He was pulling her dress from her shoulders and she clutched at it with her arms folding across her breasts.

"Why? There's no one else here... Or are you worried that old guy might see you?"

"Well he might walk in any minute. This is a common area," Catherine pointed out.

"So what if he does. I like showing you off," Len went on, kissing his wife's shoulder and neck.

"But you said we're not going to do anything like that anymore..."

"Well, I don't mean we should 'do anything' -- just maybe some teasing... Maybe you could wear something revealing at dinner tonight. What do you think?"

Catherine didn't answer. She held to the top of her dress, keeping it from falling away from her breasts, and remained leaning back against her husband while he ground his cock into her bottom.

"Well, what do you think?" he asked again. "Do you want to wear something to show off your titties tonight?"

"You know I will if you want me to," Catherine replied softly. "It's up to you if you want to show me to other men -- you know that..."

"Yeah, I know that," Len said warmly as he fixed her shoulder straps back into place. He then felt up under the front of her dress and found she was wet between the legs. He kissed her as he fingered her and she moaned softly into his mouth. So he took her into their room and fucked her. 

There was a knock at the door when he was fixing his clothes back into place. Catherine's dress was on the floor and she was completely naked on the bed. She pulled the sheet to cover herself. 

"Hello there. Just wanted to introduce myself. I'm Carter -- your host... If there's anything you need don't hesitate, and dinner will be about half an hour."

Carter shook the guy's hand and nodded to the blonde woman in bed. He could see from her hair and from the way she was holding onto the sheet that she had nothing on and that she had just been fucked. "Half his luck," he said to himself as he went back downstairs to the kitchen and dinner preparations. 

When the couple came downstairs half an hour later the woman had on a sky blue stretch cotton halter-neck dress that hugged her slender body. It ended mid-thigh and there were no panty lines. She was also quite obviously braless with her, probably c-cup, tits sitting firmly but wobbling and jiggling about as she walked. 

Carter lifted his eyes from her tits and met her blush, and as she lowered her eyes he looked her up and down once more, appreciating her lovely firm looking *ss as she turned to take her seat. The husband had been busy looking at the antique photographs framed on the wall. "These are amazing," he said, thumbing back over his shoulder as he turned around. 

"Yeah -- they're from around the turn of the last century. You should have a look around the village before you leave tomorrow. You can still see the old wharf and some of those buildings." Carter was pouring wine as he spoke, and watching the wife's nipples firm up. They had been visible before but still obviously soft and relaxed. As he watched they firmed to hard little points and he could even see the texture of the areola through the thin fabric.

Carter of course ate in the kitchen with Reg and Toby and left the guests with the main dining room. He checked on them regularly though and after dinner he ended up staying for a glass of wine. Reg and Toby had gone to bed early, as they always did, and it was nice to have company. 

"How about some music?" Len asked after a third bottle of wine had been opened. 

Carter tuned through the few radio stations. "What sort?"

"That's it -- perfect!" Len called to some slow dance music and he took his wife in his arms and danced into the middle of the big open room.

Carter sat on the sofa and watched them sway cheek to cheek through a couple of songs. "Come on, your turn," the husband then said and ushered Catherine forth.

Carter immediately accepted the invitation and claimed her. She was warm and smelled beautiful. Her skin was like silk and the feel of her bare back sent a pulse of blood to his cock, which subsequently firmed against her hip. He was only wearing a thin t-shirt himself so the feel of her tits against his chest didn't help. And then as he pulled her closer her thighs parted against one of his and he could feel the heat from her pussy through his jeans.

The husband had kicked back on the sofa and didn't appear too concerned, and Catherine had surrendered to Carter's hold and rested submissively against him. And holding her as close as he was, his arm was all the way around her and his fingers were pressed into the side of her breast. He could feel the soft roundness of it quite distinctly but he was afraid to move his fingers and had to resist the urge to actually feel her up.

They danced through three or four songs before the news came on the radio and broke the trance Catherine had fallen into. She could feel the thickness of the cock pressed against her belly and she knew she was wet between the legs again. She wondered if her husband was going to want her to go any further but he seemed to be dosing off.

"I think we had better go to bed. It's been a long day," she explained to their host, and she followed her husband upstairs, just glancing back once to find the man looking at her legs. "Good night," she said sweetly. "Thank you for the dance."

***

"It really is beautiful here," Catherine said to her husband as she sat there in bed watching the morning sun glisten from the lake. 

"That was a good feed last night too," Len suggested, yawning and sitting up as well.

"Well, why don't we just stay here?" Catherine asked. "I wouldn't mind a nice peaceful few days here instead of the resort."

"Really? Are you serious?"

"Yes -- why not? We could see what's in the village. Maybe some nice restaurants... It's got to be set up for tourists with a lake as beautiful as that."