Sweet Catherine's First Experiences (Unprotected Book 1) Page 10

  “Sweetheart!” her mother exclaimed. “Haven’t you got something decent to wear?”

  “But it’s too hot,” Catherine whined teasingly as she briefly met Mr Dale’s gaze. “Plus look where we are! You can go nude around here and no one cares.”

  “Yes, and we’re all one big family,” Mrs Dale said drunkenly as she put an arm around Catherine and gave her a hug.

  Catherine remained by Mrs Dale’s side while brushing her hair. Her mother was sitting to her other side, and she was facing the two men.

  “I suppose it’s no different to a bikini,” her dad slurred.

  She was so glad he was drunk, and she noticed he wasn’t looking away, which made her feel even naughtier again. Mr Dale was having a good look too. He kept glancing down at her panties while they all laughed and talked.

  “Well I’m going to bed,” Catherine announced, and she made the rounds and kissed Mrs Dale then her parents, and she leaned down for a hug and kiss from Mr Dale, enjoying the feel of his hand touching her hip and squeezing.

  Mr Dale was still watching her as she left the room, and she peered back at him, smiling. Then she left her bedroom door open slightly and took her tank top off to get into bed.

  She lay there with her heart pounding, hoping he’d come past to use the bathroom. She could clearly hear them talking and laughing, and before long she heard him closer, his voice coming from the hallway. She took a nervous breath and quickly pulled her panties off then smoothed the sheet into place at her neck. Then she heard his footsteps, and she lowered the sheet and waited with her breasts bare and on display for him.

  There was a narrow shaft of light from the hallway that sat across her waist and upward across one side of her belly. It darkened with his shadow then the door moved a little and the strip of light broadened and lit the room a bit brighter.

  Mr Dale stood there for a moment just looking at her, and she lay fiddling with the sheet at her waist, trying to breathe as her chest shuddered nervously. She had left her tank top where it had landed, and her little sky-blue panties were on the floor next to it. He was looking at them. She could see his hand rubbing the front of his shorts as he checked back over his shoulder then looked at her again.

  She met his eyes and bit down on her smile. The door was at the end of her bed, so he was standing very close and just looking down at her breasts. She lifted to her elbows, sort of propped there blushing and biting down on her smile.

  “You’re a little tease, aren’t you?” he asked, grinning, and he pinched the bottom of the sheet and pulled it slowly downward, uncovering her belly, then her little landing strip, then revealing her pussy.

  Catherine’s whole body was tingling with excitement. Her skin was covered in goose bumps. It felt hot, while the ocean breeze through her open window was cool.

  Mr Dale left the sheet above her knees and stood staring at her slit. She wondered whether she should part her legs for him, but it wasn’t the same as with the men at the beach because they were nude too and it was like – everyone was doing it, so why not?

  It was very different lying on her bed with her parents just down the hallway, and so close that she could still clearly hear them talking.

  Mr Dale checked over his shoulder again and shifted nervously. “Hey, Bruce, Catherine was just saying she wants to come with us on the dune buggy in the morning.

  Catherine quickly pulled the sheet up to cover herself before her father’s head appeared at Mr Dale’s shoulder.

  “Yeah – that would be fun,” she said, thinking quickly.

  She had the sheet up and her arm across her breasts. She was then lying to one side and propped on that other elbow. She had tucked her legs up, but the men could see her bare back in the mirrored wardrobe behind her bed. They could see all the way down to her bottom, and her dad’s drunken gaze focused on her panties and top on the floor for a moment.

  “Well, we’re booked at seven, so better let you get some sleep,” he said, reaching in front of Mr Dale and taking hold of the door handle. “Goodnight, love,” he said to her and he pulled the door shut, shouldering the other man out into the hallway.

  Catherine immediately grabbed her top and panties and threw them into the wash basket in the corner, and she quickly pulled the sheet back up, giggling with glee. And when she heard her father and Mr Dale had gone, she got out of bed and pulled on her short satin robe and snuck across to the bathroom to brush her teeth and rinse away the lingering taste of semen.

  23

  At six in the morning she was up and having breakfast, ready to go dune buggy riding with the men. She had seen them take off in one of the buggies the previous morning, and it looked like fun. And it was also another chance to tease Mr Dale, so she had on a new little summer dress she had bought the other day and just thong panties with no bra.

  “There’s hardly enough room for more than two,” her dad said as he came up to get her. He had been down to hire the buggy and had left Mr Dale with it to come and check if she still wanted to go with them.

  “I’ll just come for a short ride,” Catherine said hopefully. “I can squeeze in, can’t I?”

  “All right then – come on,” her dad said, and she followed him out the door and caught up to cuddle close beneath his arm. He was a bit gruff and obviously hung-over. She was bubbling with excitement and enthusiasm for whatever naughty stuff she could get up to that day.

  “See – there’s hardly any room in back,” her dad said when they got to the buggy.

  “Hi, Mr Dale!” Catherine smiled and he smiled back.

  The back seat of the buggy was just a compartment for carrying a bit of gear. There was a seat but almost no leg room.

  Catherine squeezed in there, and they took off with Mr Dale having the first turn driving. There was a huge area of sand dunes over the back of the resort and quite a few other buggies zooming around. There was a flagged area for racing, where they did a few laps with Catherine clinging onto the roll cage and with the front seats digging into her shins all the time.

  “Can I sit on your lap please, Dad?” she plead. There was plenty of room in front.

  “Well, come on then!” he grumped, and she climbed over and wriggled onto the seat in front of him – which was much better and allowed her to stand up and look over the windscreen squealing and whooping it up. She was also looking forward to when it was her dad’s turn to drive and she could sit on Mr Dale’s lap.

  “Come on, Bruce – you’re up, buddy,” Mr Dale said as he pulled the buggy over.

  The men then got out to change places, and Catherine waited, meeting Mr Dale’s grin as he got into the seat behind her. Her dad then zoomed off onto the race track, and after a few laps Catherine discretely worked her way back down to be sitting on Mr Dale’s lap. She sat more fully on his lap too, allowing her dress to gather up in back, and as his penis firmed beneath her, she squirmed around to be positioned on top of it.

  Her dad was focused on driving as fast as he could around the circuit. Catherine was being jolted and tossed around, and she took every opportunity to squirm back down on Mr Dale’s erection. He had on knee length board shorts, his penis was pointing upward and to one side. Catherine could feel the underside of it sitting between the cheeks of her bare bottom, and he was holding her hips and thrusting slightly when he could get away with it unnoticed.

  Her dad veered off the racing circuit and headed out along the beach. He was then able to relax, and he would look down at the way Catherine was sitting sometimes, but she just pretended not to notice.

  “You coming in?” he said to Mr Dale as he pulled up, and he stripped his shirt and ran into the surf.

  Mr Dale squirmed beneath Catherine and tried to get his erection out. “No! Not like this!” Catherine cried, trying to get up off him. He couldn’t get his shorts down anyway, and she managed to get out of the buggy just as the exposed head of his penis started gushing cum.

  Catherine covered her mouth in shock.

  “Oh,
fuck!” he cried out, covering up and sort of doubling over with embarrassment, but he was laughing too, and Catherine started laughing outright as he jumped out of the buggy and ran into the surf.

  On the way back along the beach to the resort she rode in the back seat, and she left her dad with a kiss and Mr Dale with a cheeky smile.

  Then she found Robbie, and they arrived at the boathouse at 10am to find Andy there waiting with old George, who had taken the day off work to spend with them. There was only the three jet skis, and Robbie still wasn’t experienced enough to double Catherine.

  “No, we couldn’t allow that for safety reasons,” George explained. “You can ride with me for a while, though,” he said to Catherine, and he took her hand and offered her a place in front. “Better let Andy and your young fellow have a race around for a bit first, and we’ll just cruise along behind nice and quiet.”

  Andy just smiled and took off. Robbie looked concerned, but Andy was calling for him to race. Catherine straddled the jet ski in front of the old man, and he gave her the controls while his big rough hands held her waist.

  She wasn’t very confident handling the ski, so she just rode along slowly and tried to avoid any uneven water as best she could. The water was actually calm, but Robbie and Andy were zooming back and forth making little waves that Catherine had to negotiate.

  They were halfway between the resort and the beach they had gone to the day before. Robbie and Andy had gone closer to shore to catch a bit of surf, but Catherine stayed away from that. She was happy just poking along quietly, although she could feel what she thought was the old man’s erection pressing against her back. He was still holding her waist, but as they cruised along he started feeling her a little bit. She had on a tank top and shorts over her bikini.

  Old George slipped a hand under the bottom of her tank top and squeezed her side. Then he felt his way upward to the bottom of her bikini top.

  Catherine held her breath as his old fingers lifted the fabric and worked their way beneath. He started feeling her bare breast, just squeezing softly and thumbing her nipple. She kept her arm up a little and out of his way, giving him room. He still had a hand resting at her waist and only felt her up with that one, but he had a feel of both breasts. He fondled one for a while then moved to the other, all the while keeping his hand underneath her bikini top.

  His hand was still under Catherine’s top when Andy and Robbie came back. Robbie rode alongside and Catherine met his eyes after they had lifted from where she was being felt up. He stayed alongside watching for a while and Catherine didn’t look across at him again. Then they reached the headland and George took over control of the ski to ride in through the surf.

  There were only half a dozen people at the beach – all men. “Let’s go up near those guys,” Andy said, and he led off toward where three of the men were quite close together.

  They walked past one old guy fully clothed, and he got up and followed after them sort of casually. Andy nodded a hello to the three men sunbathing and stopped just in front of them. They all looked at Catherine, and the old guy following decided to sit down on the sand facing the ocean, but he was watching out of the corner of his eye too.

  Andy stripped off and lay down. George took off his shorts and shirt but kept his swimmers on. Robbie sat down off to one side while Catherine was the centre of attention as she fixed her towel out ready to lie down. She looked around at the four strangers then bit down on her smile as she checked with Andy.

  “You’re going to strip for us again, aren’t you?” He took a small camera from the shoulder bag he had brought and started filming. “Don’t worry – I won’t put this on-line or anything. It’s just for me to remember you by, okay?”

  “Okay,” Catherine uttered shyly.

  She then slowly removed her tank top and shorts while Andy filmed from the same angle the three strangers had for a view.

  Catherine remained facing them and undid her bikini top. She looked over at the men watching and lowered it to show them her breasts. They all smiled, and she looked away nervously. She then took hold of her bikini pants and met the eyes of the clothed man who walked around behind the others so he could see her full frontal. She watched his face as she lowered her pants enough that they could see her pussy. She kind of paused with them just pulled down enough for the men to see.

  “Turn around and bend over when you take them off,” Andy said. “Let’s have a look at you from behind.”

  Catherine was in a daze. She would have done anything he said right then. She turned around and looked back over her shoulder. George was back there too, so there were six men watching intently, and she bent over keeping her legs straight as she lowered her bikini pants to her ankles and stepped out of them. Then she got down on her hands and knees and looked back at them again.

  They could all see her sweet little slit, pink and exposed behind her legs. Andy zoomed in for a close-up, and she waited while he did that. He then crawled around close.

  “Do you want to lie facing them and spread your legs? We’re only staying for a little while….”

  Catherine lay back and closed her eyes as she opened her legs. She could feel their gaze upon her and she loved it. She loved being the centre of attention for these older men and she loved how they were all so interested in her.

  After a while Robbie approached to get a drink from their bag. She opened her eyes, and he looked back down at her. He looked over her body, and she bit down on her smile when their eyes met again.

  “Do you like me like this?” she whispered.

  He glanced around at the men. “I just don’t know why you want to with them,” he whispered back.

  Catherine sat up and gave Robbie a kiss. “Maybe we could do what we did in the garden again tonight….”

  Robbie sat down close. “Okay,” he said, grinning. “What about we do it this afternoon and tonight as well?”

  “Maybe,” Catherine teased. “Doing this makes me feel like doing that!”

  “Does it?” Robbie asked with interest, and Catherine nodded and smiled.

  George woke from having dozed off, and he had another look at Catherine. He stretched and yawned and he looked from her tits slowly down her body to her shaved little pussy.

  Catherine parted her knees a little more and looked from him to Robbie, who was watching the old man. She was resting back on her hands with her knees bent up, and she relaxed them even more and allowed them to part a little further.

  George soon dosed off again, though, then Catherine met the gaze of one particular old man looking over at her. He was on his fat belly, but he lifted and rolled onto his side facing where she was lying. He was nude and his penis was erect. It was quite short but very thick and roped in engorged veins. It was sticking straight out from his body, and his balls were hanging down, and they were massive.

  Catherine looked up from his penis and met his eyes and smile. She blushed and looked back down at it. It flexed, and she watched with interest as it seemed to expand and flex again. She glanced up at the man’s face, but his gaze was focused on her thighs.

  Catherine was also lying on her side, with one leg resting on top of the other. She kept watching his face as she lifted her leg and spread them for him. She kept her feet together but opened her knees as far as she could, spreading her legs completely, and she lay there sort of entranced, staring at the old man’s cock and balls until she noticed Robbie also staring at her pussy and trying to hide his erection with his towel.

  A few of the other men were looking over again too and Catherine watched their faces as they stared at her pussy. She loved the way their eyes widened whenever she moved and she deliberately kept swaying her legs about to get their attention.

  *

  When Andy got back from his surf he said it was time to go. He and George had planned a bit of a party at George’s bungalow, so they got back on the jet skis and headed for the resort.

  Catherine rode with Andy that time, and he kept her
top pulled up over her tits so he could play with them. He did it in front of Robbie as well, with Robbie riding alongside watching.

  When they got back to George’s bungalow he offered beers he poured wine for Catherine. There was music and chatting and laughing. They were sitting around a small living room that opened onto a deck with the calm water lapping at it. It was very private, being the only living quarters on that side of the resort.

  After a few drinks and with things very relaxed, Andy said to Catherine, “So, how about going topless again for us?”

  “What – tomorrow?” Catherine asked.

  “Well, yeah. But how about now as well?”

  “Here?” Catherine uttered. “Do you want me to?”

  “Yeah. Keep your little shorts on and just show us your tits.”

  Catherine was just coming back from the bathroom and still standing. She looked from Andy to old George, who was grinning. She then met Robbie’s eyes as she lifted her tank top up over her bikini. She slipped it off and put it down, then she held Robbie’s gaze while she undid her bikini top and lowered it.

  Catherine stayed topless for the men for the next few hours. During that time both Andy and old George cornered her once or twice and felt her up. Both men also kissed her, which was strange with George, since he was even older than her parents. She let him do it, though.

  Robbie was a bit drunk and not paying attention, and whenever Catherine went to the kitchen or bathroom, one of the older men would follow her. She would submit and allow them to tongue kiss her while feeling her tits and rubbing up against her.

  By mid-afternoon the beer was gone, and Andy and Robbie went to get more. They didn’t want to ride the jet skis after drinking, so they had to walk and would be gone for about half an hour. Catherine was feeling light headed from the wine, but she didn’t think she was drunk.

  George took the opportunity alone with her and started kissing her. He was forcing his tongue into her mouth and feeling her breasts hard. He took Catherine’s hand and pressed it against his crotch.