Sweet Catherine Really Likes Men (Unprotected Book 4)

by Matt Coolomon

  She met his kiss and smiled. “It was fine, but Mister Pittman wants me to mentor the new sales agent next week.”

  “Well that’s good! It shows he thinks highly of you.”

  “I guess. But it’s a pain! It means I’ll have to show him all the cataloguing and I’ll be stuck driving around all day instead of making sales.” Her head rocked forward as Ashton massaged her shoulders and worked the tension in the back of her slender neck. “I might go and have my bath,” she said.

  Catherine spent an hour in her bath, and after dinner Ashton brought the massage oils into the living room. He started with her feet and worked the tension from her calves and thighs. He spent plenty of time on her shoulders and neck then gradually worked her satin robe lower to expose her back. She had on one of her negligees, and he slipped it from her shoulders and worked his thumbs either side of her spine as he lowered it. He then worked the tension from her back with deep forceful kneading until she seemed to be totally relaxed. He then worked the palms of his hands down her sides and swept beneath with his fingers pressing into the sides of her breasts, as he always did at about that stage of the massage.

  “I actually have a headache tonight,” his wife said apologetically. “I think I might go to bed early.”

  Ashton’s bubble burst instantly. “Oh – okay.”

  “I’m sorry,” Catherine offered as she sat up fixing her robe into place.

  “No, no, it’s fine. Can I get you something?”

  After tucking his wife into bed with a couple of headache tablets, Ashton closed the study door and opened his laptop. He had once found a bunch of porno DVD’s in a box the previous tenants had left in the attic, and he kept them hidden from Catherine. He placed one in the drive and slipped his hand down the front of his boxer shorts. It was a compilation of threesomes where in each scene a woman would be taken by two men. All of the DVD’s were about group sex with women taking on multiple men, and ever since he had watched the first DVD he had become obsessed.

  Watching porn had actually overtaken Ashton’s sex drive in recent months, and apart from a Friday night special, he had all but lost interest in his real life woman. He couldn’t explain that to himself in the cool light of day but there in his study with the door closed and the light off, it was all he could do to keep from cumming before the first scene ended.

  ****

  Catherine woke to a beautiful Saturday morning. It was almost nine and she had slept nearly twelve hours. She could hear Ashton in the kitchen and could smell the coffee.

  Saturday was shopping day, and she picked out a breezy old floral print sundress to wear. It was one she hadn’t worn in a few years and was quite short. It was actually a dress she often wore to tease Ashton just after they’d met. Beneath it she had chosen a lacy red panty and bra. The panties were G-string, making her feel almost naked as she stepped out onto the balcony and met her husband’s startled expression.

  “Wow! Haven’t seen you in that one for a while,” he stammered.

  The bra was cut low and pushed her breasts up and out the top of the dress, and with the bodice of the dress being a tight fit, the thin spaghetti string straps tended to slip from her shoulders – as one did when she bent to kiss Ashton good morning.

  Catherine was feeling naughty.

  “Do you still like it?” she asked, doing a little pirouette and causing the skirt to parachute out, and also causing her husband’s eyes to bulge as they leered sideways over the edge of the balcony.

  Their apartment was on the first floor, and the balcony rail was made from thin iron bars. It offered no privacy at all, and standing directly below was the building super, Mister Gorier. He was a fat old guy in a sweaty singlet looking directly up Catherine’s dress.

  Catherine instinctively pressed her hands to her thighs, but it was too late. The old man had seen her panties and she knew it. She felt her face flush as she spoke. “Hi, Mister Gorier. How are you today?”

  “Fine,” he answered with a grin. “It’s a lovely morning, isn’t it?”

  He was almost directly beneath where Catherine was standing, and she could see his gaze focused on her legs. Ashton had poured her coffee and handed it to her, so she had to release the hem of her dress with one hand to take hold of the mug. That allowed the skirt to billow out a little, and she also needed one hand to pick up the toast.

  It was a small balcony with limited room for standing, but she could have stepped away from the rail. She didn’t, though. She allowed the gentle breeze to fill the skirt of her dress, and she stood there while the fat old super watered the garden beneath and constantly leered up at her.

  Ashton kept on peering over the rail to see what the old guy was up to, and Catherine experienced a nice warm thrill at the look on his face.

  After a while another of their neighbours stopped to chat with Mister Gorier, which meant there were two old men looking up at Catherine.

  She remained standing near the rail, intensely aware of the way the breeze was filling and lifting her dress, and of the eyes of the two men focused on her little thong panties.

  *

  “Well those old guys certainly enjoyed the view,” Ashton mentioned on the drive to the mall. “Did you know they were looking up your dress out there on the balcony?”

  Catherine blushed. “Yes I knew.”

  “And you didn’t mind?” Ashton went on. “I thought you said you didn’t want to do anything with old man Gorier?”

  “Yeah – I know,” Catherine replied evasively.

  “I didn’t mind,” Ashton said, grinning again. “You were hot!”

  Catherine smiled. “Was I?”

  She had certainly noticed Ashton’s apparent lack of interest of late.

  “Yeah – you were very hot,” he went on. “The old guy’s going to be there under the balcony every morning from now on.”

  Catherine laughed.

  Ashton continued. “I’ve actually had fantasies about that with old Gorier, and it was pretty exciting to see it happen.”

  This was fascinating. “What – fantasies about him looking up my dress?”

  “And other stuff. You know – like threesomes and that.”

  “Threesomes! Like the ones in your porno DVD’s?” Catherine asked with a giggle.

  Ashton’s face reddened. “Have you seen them?”

  “I’ve watched a few. Where did you get them?”

  “Found them in the garage,” Ashton answered. His grin had returned. “Did you like them?”

  Catherine had enjoyed watching the male porn stars in action, but she wasn’t about to admit that to her husband.

  “It was just porn. It doesn’t really do anything for me,” she said.

  They had arrived at the mall and that ended the conversation, but as they shopped Catherine found herself glancing across at her husband in a somewhat new light. She had known about the porno DVD’s for a few months, but until then she had not put that together with Ashton’s diminished interest in sex – with her!

  Flashing the old guy downstairs had been an act of unconscious desperation, but it seemed to work, she reasoned.

  ****

  They had finished all the bits and pieces and only had the food to buy. That would be after lunch, and they always ate at the upper-level food court.

  Riding up the escalator Catherine caught a smile from a man two steps below and behind her. His eyes flashed and deliberately lowered to her legs then slowly lifted to her breasts before meeting her eyes again. She couldn’t believe how blatantly he was looking her over, but he was tall and well-built and extremely cute. She felt her belly flutter, her nipples firming up, and she wondered what it would be like to be kissed by him.

  God – she was feeling naughty that morning!

  She and Ashton settled at a table, and while Ashton was at the counter getting their lunch she watched the cute guy browsing the various food outlets. He brought a tray of food and set up close to where Catherine was waiting for her husband. He smil
ed over at her, and she smiled back before his eyes lowered to her breasts again.

  Ashton returned to sit with his back to the guy, and Catherine found herself looking over quite often. There was a dispensary for serviettes next to where she was sitting, and one time he strolled over.

  He walked slowly by looking down the front of her dress. He could see the red lace of her bra cups and the swell of her breasts bulging from them. He glanced up to let her know he was checking her out, and she glanced down to acknowledge that.

  That night Catherine dragged her husband off into the bedroom needing to be taken forcefully. She fell back on the bed with him on top. He started fumbling for his cock immediately, and as soon as he had pushed his pyjama shorts down far enough, he got it in and started thrusting. Within a minute or so he was ejaculating, and Catherine lay there staring at the ceiling until he rolled off exhausted.

  In the past few months he had failed to give her an orgasm. The massage he did for her was nice and sensual, but it seemed as soon as Catherine gave any indication she would like to actually have sex these days, he would forget about her and be totally focused on getting himself off.

  “Are you okay?” he asked as she got up. He was flat on his back still catching his breath.

  “I’m okay. I’m just going to clean up,” she said, and she left him and went into the bathroom.

  One thing about Ashton was that he always produced a lot of cum, which provided plenty of lubrication for the vibrator Catherine kept in the bathroom cabinet. She stepped under the hot shower and slipped the vibrator in, bracing back against the shower wall and bringing herself off nice and slow while thinking about being taken by the shopping mall guy.

  ****

  Sunday was spent visiting parents and Monday morning the rain was pouring down. It was still kind of hot and sultry, though, and Catherine wore only a light blouse and skirt to mid-thigh. She parked her car on the street half a block away from the office and realized she had forgotten her umbrella, so she had to make a dash for cover. She ended up soaked through by the time she got in the office door. Her hair was a mess, her blouse completely see-through. She did what she could with a hand towel in the bathroom and fixed her hair. Her boss was peering over his glasses as she passed his office, and she suddenly remembered she was supposed to be in a half hour early to do the induction with the new sales rep.

  “Oh shit!” she said as she hurried to her office. She could see the guy was sitting there on her couch waiting. “Oh I’m so sorry I’m late,” she blurted apologetically as she burst into the room, but her voice suddenly dried up when she recognised the big cute guy from the shopping mall on Saturday.

  “No need to apologise,” he said easily. He had lowered the newspaper he was reading, and he deliberately looked Catherine up and down. He stood and offered his hand. “I’m Jason. Pleased to meet you – Catherine, isn’t it?”

  Catherine mumbled something in reply. His eyes had lowered to her breasts again, and she looked down to see her nipples were clearly visible beneath her wet clothes. She had on a white lace bra, her blouse also white.

  “You need to fill these forms,” she said, suddenly finding some composure and fumbling for a folder of employment forms on her desk.

  “Already done.”

  His teeth were brilliant and his smile flashed. “Apparently we have to catalogue some new properties this morning. We can get going if you want.”

  “I should show you around the office though,” Catherine suggested. She was a little rattled. At the mall he had worn a baggy shirt and shorts that were not really flattering. Standing there right next to her in a collar and tie and finely cut trousers, with those broad shoulders and powerful looking thighs and such a firm looking butt – well Catherine’s heart was pounding and she could feel her cheeks were red.

  “One of the guys showed me around already,” he said.

  “Okay then let’s go,” Catherine replied.

  She was happy to get out of the office and back into the street where there was some air to breathe. Once they were seated in her car she felt her chest tighten again, but fortunately Jason’s cell phone rang and caused a distraction.

  “Yeah hello…. Yes. What’s up?”

  There was a moment while he just listened, offering Catherine an amused shrug.

  “No, well I didn’t want to wake you.”

  There was another long pause where Catherine could hear a woman’s voice but couldn’t make out what was being said. The woman may have been crying, or sobbing at least.

  “Now don’t be silly. Of course I remember. It’s Linda, right?” He offered Catherine another shrug and amused smile. “Now come on, don’t be like that. I’ll give you a call next weekend. Maybe Friday. Maybe Saturday, okay?”

  He covered the phone and turned to Catherine. “Sorry about this.”

  Catherine felt her eyes roll. She hoped it hadn’t been too obvious.

  “Okay, Linda, just take it easy and we’ll hook up again soon,” he said to the woman on the phone. “Maybe next weekend, okay? Bye now.”

  “Sorry about that,” Jason said again. “She was a bit upset.”

  Catherine nodded. She would love to have asked why ‘Linda’ was so upset, but she bit her tongue.

  “So these are all new listings?” he asked, opening the folder Catherine had placed on the dashboard.

  “Yes we have to check them out and do a few photos before we put them on line.”

  The walk back to the car had wet Catherine’s blouse even more, and her nipples were distinctly visible. Jason browsed through the folder but only absently as he kept looking over. Catherine also felt his gaze upon her legs, although her skirt was considerably more conservative than the dress she had worn to the mall.

  She wondered if Jason remembered her from the mall. It wasn’t until they were photographing the third house that he mentioned that.

  “So that was your husband with you on Saturday?” he asked.

  Catherine nodded. “So that was you?” she asked in reply, doing her best to sound disinterested. “I thought you looked familiar.”

  “I thought you looked beautiful,” he shot back at her, and she turned away from his smile that time. She was blushing again, though.

  “That was some dress,” he went on. “If you don’t mind me saying.”

  “Well I actually wore it for my husband, but thanks.”

  They were just getting back in the car when Jason’s phone rang again.

  “Jane! How are you?”

  He offered Catherine another apologetic shrug and smile.

  “Now I wanted to but I just didn’t get the chance,” he explained into his phone, sounding genuine. “What about later this week? Are you free on Thursday night? I could come over.”

  His eyes were on Catherine’s legs as he spoke. Her skirt had hiked up a bit as she sat in the car, and she thought about tugging it down, but she didn’t want to make a point of doing it while he was watching.

  “Well you could cook us something. You’re a wonderful cook, you know…. And that way we’ll have more time for you know what.”

  He actually winked at Catherine that time, and she shook her head, unable to contain her disgust as she drove on.

  When he ended the call Catherine couldn’t resist asking. “So does Linda know about Jane?”

  Jason just smiled. “No but Linda’s husband doesn’t know about me, so all’s fair.”

  “So this Linda’s married?” Catherine shot back at him. “And you slept with her last night?”

  Jason shrugged.

  “Well where was her husband?”

  “He travels a lot with his work apparently. I’m not too sure. I only met her last night.”

  Jason’s phone rang again. “Chelsea! Hi. How are you?”

  He offered Catherine another smile and shrug.

  “No, baby, I haven’t forgotten.”

  He covered the phone to speak to Catherine. “This is getting embarrassing now,” he said, then
to the woman on the phone, “So, baby, we’re going to play that special game again tonight. Have you been thinking about it?”

  His smile broadened, but he was again looking at Catherine’s legs, and as much as she would enjoy slapping the womanising bastard, she couldn’t help the tingling in her belly and the ache that was developing in her sex.

  “All right, baby, I have to go now but remember the rules for when you see me drive up tonight.”

  He ended that call and pocketed his phone.

  “Rules?” Catherine asked, shaking her head at her own foolishness. Was she going to encourage him?

  “The rules are no underwear,” Jason explained as he looked Catherine over most deliberately. “Although I have to admit underwear looks good on some women.”

  “Gee thanks! Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

  Jason’s eyes intensified with a sudden flash of sincerity. “I mean that in the nicest way. I’m just remembering how good you looked in that red lacy bra on Saturday and how good you look in white too.”

  “And what makes you think you’re welcome to look?” Catherine challenged. It was a playful challenge, though, and she didn’t quite understand why she was continuing to encourage him.

  “Are you trying to say you didn’t dress for attention on Saturday?” he shot back at her. “Granted, today your blouse is wet, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to see much, but that dress you had on at the mall….”

  He was looking at Catherine’s legs again as he spoke, and she could see a bulge in the front of his pants. Actually the bulge was well down his left leg, extending quite a long way even though it was obviously not anywhere near firm.

  “Go ahead. I don’t mind you looking,” he said as she felt his eyes and quickly looked away. “That’s what they all want more of.”

  Catherine shook her head, biting down on her smile. “You’re disgusting!”

  “Maybe. But they keep calling me!”

  Catherine shut up and let the conversation end there before it got any closer to the warm little ache in the pit of her belly. Doing the next house, her blouse got wet again, though, and when she next sat in the car she allowed her skirt to ride up even further than before.