Chapter 2
Cathy surprised herself by sleeping through the remainder of the afternoon and into the early part of the evening.
Feeling refreshed as a result of her long and exceedingly restful sleep, which made her feel better than she had in quite some time, she decided to visit the beach again, in the early part of the evening, where she could observe the same Acapulco sunset she had found so breathtaking the preceding evening as she had sat on the terrace enjoying her dinner, prior to the embarrassing intrusion by her admirer.
She was not even the least bit hungry, and decided that she could eat later, if need be. For now she longed to go back to the beach to observe the sunset and the break of evening.
Cathy slipped into the same white bikini that she had worn earlier in the day, when she had visited
Caleta Beach for the first time. As she slipped her body into the bikini and stood before a mirror, she could not help but feel a swell of pride sweep through her body.
No, Cathy Hendricks was not the kind of person you could term egotistical, but she did have a certain measure of female pride where it came to recognizing and acknowledging the abundant charms she had going for her, and they were plenty, indeed.
She took a long look at the voluptuous cleavage of her firm, ripe breasts, which surfaced from beneath the outline of her bikini top. They stood like two majestic white-capped mountain peaks.
Her appraising eyes then traveled downward, to the tautness of her trim stomach, maintained in that fashion by occasional jogging and regular games of tennis with girl-friends.
Cathy's eyes finally focused on her firm, trimly seductive legs. She had to admit that they were as good and as well developed as those of a dancer.
Yes, she was an imposing package, and now, as she stood before the mirror admiring her shapely form, Cathy was now able to put two negative events that had occurred since arriving in Acapulco in a more realistic and less exasperating light.
In that she possessed the aforementioned attributes, along with a beautiful face with bright, luminous blue eyes, finely-chiseled features and stunning blonde hair which she generally wore to shoulder length, it was only understandable that a lot of men like Tom and Juan would surface in her life. Of course, she was aware of the fact that Juan was seeking to make money out of transactions the types of which he suggested to her, she also recognized that he made a move toward her before that toward the brown-haired woman. She had received the definite impression that, along with making money, Juan had also been looking forward to thoroughly enjoying himself with her.
She had to remember that Tom was making a move toward her because she was alone. This was something she would have to get used to now that John was not with her.
Ever since she haJ met the enterprising young lawyer who worked in the same building as that in which she worked, her entire social life was spent with John. He had acted as a buffer against the kind of advances she was encountering now.
After the beautiful blonde woman had admired her appealing form in the mirror for several moments thoughts of John flashed into her mind, and the fact that he enjoyed few activities as much as taking her to the beach. She would lie stretched out comfortably next to Lake Michigan as they enjoyed the sunshine and each other's conversation. She had enjoyed so much the compliments that he would pay her on her fetching figure, and it had always made her feel good to see other men on the beach stealing glances in her direction whenever their wives or girl-friends were not looking.
"You've got such a great bod," John would say in a soft voice huskily laden with sexual desire. "Just looking at this body and being next to it makes me feel so damned horny. Let's go to my place, darling."
Following his request, John would reach out and run his fingers through her sun-glistening blonde hair, then allow them to slide up and down her arm, hungering for any kind of contact with her firm yet softly seductive skin, yet knowing that he could not go too far, and certainly not nearly as far as he would have desired, in a public place.
He would then lean forward and kiss her lips, after which he would say in a half-whisper:
"Let's go to my place."
"Right now?"
"Absolutely," he would say emphatically. "Okay."
"You're irresistible," he would smile.
'Thank you," she would tell him with gratification.
"I've got to be about the luckiest guy around to have a girl like you."
"I'm not doing so badly, either."
"Oh, honey. You're too much."
He would lean forward and plant another kiss on her lips, the second time, almost invariably, a harder and more emphatic kiss than the first had been, indicating the level of his immediate need, of his overwhelming desire to supply satisfaction for the benefit of both himself and her.
They would then climb into John's Mercedes sports car and proceed to his apartment on Lake Shore Drive.
She would lie stretched out in the middle of the bed and watch him undress. John also had a good body, a washboard stomach brought on by regular racketball competition with two other young lawyers in the firm, a muscular, manly che t, and, last but far from least, a hard, energetic cock which he would display with great pride as he slid his boxer shorts down his legs and off of him.
The heat would dramatically begin to build within her body as she watched John reach down with both hands and wrap his fingers around the lust-bloated tip of his erect member.
Her eyes remained fully fixed on him as his fingers pumped and slid with assiduous zeal along the torrid length of his intense organ, and she listened to the gasping sounds that he would emit while his fervent finger action continued.
Following several minutes of zealous finger activity, John would bring his action to a halt. He would then throw his naked body down on top of the bed, upon which his fingers would go to work with great fury and stirring desire.
Before long he would have her bathing suit off, and for several seconds he would drink in the beauty of her overpowering form.
"Damned, what a woman!" he would gasp.
John reached out with both hands and allowed his fingers to clutch dramatically against the already taut pink nipples of his lover, which he would tweak and tease as the passions steadily built within both of them.
When he removed his fingers from her nipples, John sank his head down and let his stirring red tongue grind with passionate precision against the warmth of her shapely white breasts.
Her bosoms would dramatically sway amidst the swirl of determined, passionate tongue action. All the while her breathing would begin to accelerate, as would his sturdy tongue movements, and through the sharply increasing crescendo his cock would feel the tremendous pressure building dramatically, letting him know in no unmistakable terms just how important it was to let things take their regular course.
Finally he would withdraw his tongue from her breasts, and as he looked down at her, his alert brown eyes totally consumed with passionate expectation, he let his fingers reach down and make a quick and sturdy grab for her firm thighs.
Quickly he would part her succulent thighs, and finally he would let out a gasp as he drove his sturdy cock frenziedly forward, letting it work its way with great frenzy into the tight inner depths of her searing womanhood as she heaved a sigh.
Cathy was totally attuned to her lover's pacing as she let her hips rock back and forth. All the while his hotly stabbing cock continued to pierce her with skewering impact as he was propelled that much closer to the state of an ecstasy-filled climax.
"Oh, keep wiggling that beautiful ass," he called out excitedly. "Just keep it going. I love the rhythm. Oh, do I ever love driving my cock in your pussy."
He kept on thundering forward with his intense sallies, slamming his rock hard spear into the tight warmth of her plush pink vagina, and before long he would be on the verge of climax.
"Ah, I'm gonna shoot, the stuff is gonna spray out of me," he would announce. "Yes, oh, keep shaking that hot ass. I can't take anymore of this. It's just too much."
His spearing organ detonated her once more. He reached down and let his fingers clutch tightly against her quivering thighs as the first drops of thick white fluid began to descend from the fiery tip of his flaming organ.
Several hot, pulsating thrusts later, the last few drops of thick white fluid would explode from the fiery tip of John Macon's electrified cock, after which he would roll off of her.
It all seemed so real, and like it was yesterday, and now the beautiful blonde was slowly opening her eyes after recounting those episodes in the privacy of John Macon's bedroom.
She felt angry at herself as she lay there sprawled out on her bed in the Acapulco hotel room, so many miles removed from the Chicago setting where those intense love bouts had taken place.
Cathy had promised herself that she would not allow herself to think about John Macon again. Here she had not only violated her self-imposed rule. She had thought about him in a romantic way, and the more she thought about that, the angrier it made her feel.
Then she thought some more about what had happened, after which she did not upbraid herself nearly as harshly. After all, it was only natural that he would slip back into her thoughts every now and then, particularly this close to her break-up with him.
Something else had also prompted such thoughts. She had been looking at herself in her bikini, something that in turn had made her think about the beach, then John.
The beautiful blonde lifted herself from the bed and left her room, determined to enjoy these precious early evening moments, resolving that this, the first foreign vacation she had ever enjoyed, would be her finest vacation indeed.
She strolled out into the warm night air and observed the beauty of the sky overhead, the beginnings of the sunset and the same streaks of red and gold she had viewed one evening earlier.
Cathy arrived on the beach and, much to her great satisfaction, she found it relatively free of people. The privacy that she had unsuccessfully sought that afternoon was now hers.
She picked out a deserted strip of beach that she felt would afford a good vantage point from which to view the sunset, then sprawled out on her towel.
A delicious breeze began rippling through the night air, tousling her lustrous blonde hair.