Cath and Me

I stood by a doorway; bored. I had come with a friend of mine, Nick, to a party for his company. The party was full of powerful business executives, and held at Nick's boss's home, a sprawling estate with gardens and vineyards stretching far into the distance. Nick had disappeared to talk to one of his colleagues about some pressing business issue, and had left me alone in a room full of strangers.

I was sipping on a glass of wine when I felt someone's eyes burning into me. I looked up, and across the room a woman in a short black cocktail dress was looking at me. I smiled at her and she began to approach me.

"Hi, my name's Cath, I'm Michael's wife." She said.

"Oh hi, my name's Justine." I replied, shaking her hand.

"So, I saw you arrive with Nick. He's quite a catch."

I blushed. "No, we're just friends."

"What a pity," she replied, "I can recommend him, he's very good in bed."

I didn't know what to say to that. A woman who I didn't even know had just told me about her act of infidelity with one of my close friends. I took a long drink from my glass.

"You don't look very comfortable amongst all these people. Would you like me to show you around the vineyard?" Cath asked me.

I gladly accepted her invitation; the room was beginning to suffocate me.

I followed Cath outside, she took me through a sea of people who seemed to make way for her when they saw her approach. She turned and gave me a sarcastic smile and whispered, "these people are all willing to lick my arse because I'm the boss's wife. Isn't that pathetic?"

When she turned around again and began to walk off, I looked at her arse. I was sure that many people would be willing to lick it.

I followed Cath deep into the vineyard. Suddenly she stopped and turned to look at me.

"Nick and I used to have sex here, every Saturday night, when my husband was at his poker game. It was the only place we could be alone, the maids and service staff run all around the house."

Again I was surprised at her admission, and I had nothing to say in reply to it.

"When I saw you arrive with him tonight, I have to admit I was jealous. You're very attractive." She said to me.

"We're- we're just friends." I stammered nervously.

"I know," Cath said, nodding. "It doesn't matter now, there's something else I want." She reached out her hand and stroked my arm. "Justine, I want to make you come."

I looked at her, stunned.

"Have you ever made love to a woman before?" Cath asked me.

I shook my head.

"Will you let me make love to you?" She asked me, running her hand down my arm, grabbing my hand and kissing it.

I couldn't think, and Cath took this as her opportunity. She pulled me to the ground and straddled me, holding my arms down with one hand, while she pulled my shirt up and stroked my stomach.

"Let me fuck you" she begged.

"No, we can't" I gasped.

"No-one will ever know, it will be our little secret," she smiled. "Let me make you come."

Cath slid off me and spread my legs. She ran her hands under my skirt and up my thighs. She rubbed her hand over my panties. I couldn't help myself, I let out a small moan. I saw Cath smile. She slipped a finger underneath my panties and stroked my pussy. With her other hand she pulled up my skirt and slipped my panties down my thighs. She paused for a moment, looking at my shaved pussy.

"Do it," I whispered urgently. "Make me come."

She began to rub my clit. I shivered in excitement. She slipped a finger into my pussy and slid it in and out, while her thumb continued to rub my clit. I pulled her closer to me and began to massage her breasts through her dress. I reached around and unzipped her dress, and pulled it down to her waist. Her bare breasts looked stunning in the dim light from the moon. I pulled Cath even closer and guided her nipple into my mouth. As I began to suck it, she inserted another finger into me, rubbing the walls of my pussy. I moaned with pleasure. My hands reached into her dress, around to her bare buttocks, and I grabbed them. I ran my finger up her arse crack. To me she seemed like the type of person that liked some anal play, and so I slid my index finger into her puckered hole.

Cath gasped in shock, and as I slid my finger in and out began to moan with pleasure. My pussy felt like it was on fire, and I knew that I would soon come. Cath seemed to sense this too, and stopped. She licked her lips and thrust her face deep into my pussy, her tongue massaging my clit. I couldn't control myself any more. I began to suck hard on her nipple to stop myself from screaming in ecstasy as my finger slid in and out of her arsehole faster and faster. My other hand reached up her skirt and felt her smooth pussy. I rubbed my hand over it, as she had done to me, and she pulled her head up form my pussy and begged, breathlessly for me to finger her. I pushed her head back into my pussy, and she began to suck my clit. I slid a finger into her and began to move it around inside her.

I inserted another finger as I moved my other hand from her arsehole to her clit, rubbing it between my thumb and forefinger. Cath began to move up and down on my fingers, thrusting her self on them. I too began to move up against her tongue, feeling myself close to orgasm. Cath sat up, kissing me hard, and I tasted my pussy inside her mouth. She slid her fingers back into my pussy and I could hold on no longer, I could feel the wetness pouring out of my pussy, and as Cath listened to me moan in ecstacy, she thrust harder on my fingers as she began to reach climax.

We orgasmed together, and Cath's pussy juice dripped onto my bare stomach. She bent down and kissed me passionately.

The next Saturday night, when I went to meet Cath at the estate, I decided not to wear panties.