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Catherine Browning put down her cellular and started chewing her lower lip. Her mind summoned the image of John Walker. She remembered him as a very handsome, if not exactly pretty, man, with intelligent eyes and a kind smile. His muscles were just the kind she liked – Long and sinewy. And if memories didn’t cheat her, an impressive bulge in his pants.

Fucking older men wasn’t a new experience, but John was neither old or young, but somewhere in between – The fantastic body of younger boys and the experience of an older man. Catherine didn’t think she’d mind to much if Mr. Walker wanted to fuck her, it might even bring a totally new experience, it might even be a lot of fun. The only thing she regretted was that his wife was dead, it would have been even more fun with a threesome.

Still in her fits, Catherine decided to take the necessary time to shower and dress. It might ruin it if she ran straight over and jumped him. Sweat from a long work-out still clung to her body, as did the clothes. It was an incredibly sexy feeling, but he might not agree.

Catherine went into the bathroom and started undressing. First pulling the jumper over her head, the T-shirt following right away. Then she pulled off the trousers, and threw all of the clothes in the hamper. Standing in front of the mirror in just a sports-Bh, panties and gym-socks, she undressed a little slower.

First the socks, then the BH. Catherine stood there and looked at herself, feeling proud. She knew her body was great, with generous breasts, soft while firm like only teenagers have them. Her stomach was flat and hard, with a deep bellybutton. Her ass was firm, yet toyable. Indeed her entire body was firm from long work-outs training both strength, agility and speed. No-one had ever complained over it.

When she pulled down her panties, she imagined it was John’s fingers that pushed them to the floor, and when she bent over to pick them up, that he looked at her shaved pussy. Catherine could feel it was moist, and not from sweat. The thought of Mr. Walkers large rod splitting her was incredible, and as she stepped under the running water, she replaced the cock and hands in her mind, with her own real fingers.

Droplets of hot water splashed over her like tiny caresses. One hand slipped down her back, and followed the crack all the way to the naked sex. The other slipped down between her legs and found the wet slit that way. Both hands simultaneously stroked and caressed the lips without nearing the places that mattered.

The left hand index finger stroked it’s way back and forth a few times, soaking the tip in her juices, before she brought it to her mouth and started sucking and tasting herself. Meanwhile imagining that it was John’s large cock she was sucking.

Excerting massive self- control, Catherine didn’t do what she wanted and plunged the fingers as deep inside as possible. Instead she grabbed a vial of balsam and started lathering it over her skin. It wasn’t just to **** herself, she knew from experience that it would be better if it was postponed. As long as it wasn’t put off to long.

Satisfied that all hint of sweat was gone, Catherine got out and quickly towelled off, not letting herself feel the strokes of the incredibly soft cotton. She decided not to wear any perfume or deodorant, pretty soon the moisture of her sex would give off a scent more seductive and exhilarating than any perfume.

Realising that she had forgotten to bring a shift to the shower, she ran naked through the hall and into her room. The relative coolness after the hot shower, instantly made goosebumps form and she could feel both nipples stiffening under the cold air.

Before Catherine could put on any clothes, her eyes caught her own reflection in the mirror. Her hair wet and wild, nipples erect and her pussy wet. She quickly turned away, trying to focus on what lay before her.

For clothes Catherine went with her most “ordinary” but still most revealing clothes: A black g-string and Bh, a very tight top that showed off a lot of stomach and cleavage, and a tight pair of washed out jeans. She knew very well that before to long there’d be a wet spot on those jeans, but that was only for the better since she didn’t plan on seeing a lot of people.

As calmly as possible, she walked downstairs. Her mum immediately asked where she was going. But Catherine just said that John Walker had asked her to housesit, Mr and Mrs Browning were as stupid as they could get. As she exited the door, Mr. Browning shouted something about the hotel they were going to later that night.

Outside it was a clear evening, the type that never really went dark. Yes, Catherine had hopes that this night might last a very long time. But suddenly she hesitated, there were several problems and issues on Catherine’s mind.

Most importantly John lived a fair distance away, and she wasn’t entirely sure on exactly where he did live. But Catherine could already see several solutions to her problems, solutions that could very well make this night a lot more interesting.