Catje, my Ginger Girl

(This is a story about my Dutch friend, Catje. I call her my Ginger Girl, because, well, she has red hair.)

My Catje, I stand at your doorway, looking in.
I see you sprawled on your big chair, your doggie sleeping nearby.
My heart skips a beat...you know me so well.
You are looking at me, smiling, your hands on your thighs.
Your beautiful full thighs...where my eyes wish to be...gazing...
I know you like me to watch you, and I surely like you to watch me.
So, look...or peek?...close your eyes and let me look.
And then?
What you are wearing?
My Catje...my angel...
Your long tee...
Your lavender panties...
Your house socks...

On the floor are your slippers, your black pants...
Your bra, black and red...lacy.
You always tell me they are, "...on the floor, where they belong...'
I ache, watching you, your eyes closed, your head back a little,
...the wavy red hair flowing, framing your face, creating a halo.
I let the ache guide me.
You open your legs a little, teasing me. Just a little, my sweet Catje...
A pulse.
I blink.
And refocus...
I see your light purple panties...my favorites.
You look at me, smiling.
I look at your smile and smile back, then look down at the floor.

I am momentarily shy...but just for you.
I look up and continue gazing at your open thighs...
...your panty damp with anticipation.
You put one hand over your head.
And the other to your waist, pulling on the fabric.
I see your flower in more definition and my hand moves...
...almost automatically to my own center.

Your thighs are large, your skin a pinkish glow.
I want to step closer, but tease myself by staying put.
I watch as you tug and release your panty,
the moisture growing.
I dare not look at your face for fear of melting...literally...

I hike my short skirt up, revealing the tops of my nylons...
...the garter belt holding them.
I am feeling femmy today and dressed up for you.
I hear you sigh...then moan.
Then your fingers move into the dampness.

I take a step forward.

'Closer, Rae...bring a chair.........please......?'

I see a bentwood café chair nearby and walk across the floor to get it.
I grab the chair, the joined wood rails fitting easily into my hand.
The chair is light, easy to move, its design intention so clear.
I place it near you, unzip my skirt and let it fall to the floor.
I settle in on the cane seat to watch you, my Catje.
It takes my breath away being so near.
Your eyes are closed, your fingers gently caressing your damp mound through your panties.

You are purposefully not looking at my movements, just listening...you open your thighs a little more.
I stare at your hand, mesmerized. I look at your beautiful legs.
They are large and fleshy...so delicious...you remind me of a Renoir painting.
I cross my legs and squeeze, never taking my eyes off your activity.
I feel an ache as I apply pressure with my thighs.
I am captive now...knowing...knowing what you do...
...and not knowing in which way you will.

I wait and watch as your fingers probe yourself a little more.
I open my legs and copy your movements, my fingers being greeted by my moisture.
Feeling so ready, my heart pounding, my mouth open...

You open your eyes and look at me...into my eyes, then lower...
My darling...my Catje......
I pulse with your gaze on me. I watch you watching me.
...then close my own eyes, to masturbate for you...only you...
I open my legs a little more and slide my panty away, showing you my flower.

'O Rae...'

I ache...
I hold the cotton away, just hoping you are looking.
I settle the strip of fabric between my thigh and my vulva and pull my hand away.

'...Rae....'

I bring my knees together, then open and close them a few times, stimulating myself.
Teasing.....you...
...and me...
I begin to undo my blouse starting at the neck.
I unclasp the brooch there, a green and black enameled bird.
I set the brooch on the bed, near your thigh. Your skin...so delicious...
...then undo the top button, freeing my neck...then my hand moving down to the next button.
I undo it, then wait, sliding my hand along the placket, touching the buttonholes, the finely sewn hemming.
I slip inside and caress my bare neck and then my shoulder blade for you...
...for you...always...

Do you like it, my Catje? Do you wish for more?...like I do?
Another button, this one level with my breasts.
I hear your soft sighs, your shifting in your chair, your breathing...so thrilling to me.

'Blindfold me, Catje...I don't want to be tempted to peek now. I want only this...this place we have arrived at...'

'...Rae...'

I hear you get up, mustering all I can to not look at you, to not gaze upon your beautiful body, to not look to see if your nipples are erect for me, red with excitement. You walk to a little cabinet near your chair, a cabinet I know all too well, the one you call your Pleasure Cabinet. I hear a drawer open. You are rustling around in the drawer, but I know that everything in it is so ordered, so lined up, so you...

Having found what you sought, I hear the drawer close. My heart races as I hear you approach. You stand against me, your big body leaning into mine, teasing me. I can smell you, feel your warm leg against mine, hoping you are looking at me, at all I have for you. You wrap a silk scarf around my head and the darkness takes over. I can smell your fragrance on the material. I pulse...

You place your fingers inside my blouse, touching my shoulder. The contact is positively electrifying, almost too much in this arena of touch and sound only. I unbutton another button, our hands touching briefly. You slide your hand down, touching the top of my breast, then slide your warm finger further along the edge of my brassiere. I draw a deep breath. This giving over thrills me so, my darling...my sweet darling....

You are so near, just barely touching. I treasure these moments; they are like little film clips within a larger context, memories that don't recede, ever, though the moment seems uneventful when it is actually happening.

Your hand strays and holds my breast. Such warmth...your finger lightly flicks at my hard nipple beneath the soft cloth, then I feel it retreating up over the rise of my breast, my hard shoulder blade and onto my neck.

You lean.

'My Rae......'

I tilt my head to acknowledge your words and feel you move away, resituating yourself on your big chair.

That chair...that place, for us, is a living piece of furniture, connected as it is to our sexual lives. We both know...

'Take your panties off, please, Rae...'

I open my legs more showing you my fullness, the damp fabric...

'You are lovely...'

I tilt back my head to 'look' at you and close my legs in an act of faux-defiance. I smile and hook my thumbs into my panty and slide it down slowly. I pause at mid-thigh, knowing how much you like that...my legs closed, my underwear still visible, my fur a neat dirty-blonde triangle. I wait...

I hear you shift. It sounds like you are taking your own panties off. I wait...

I hear you shift again and suddenly you are standing by me. My mind races, my heart beating...I feel something which I know to be your panty on my cheek. I know you love to let me smell your undergarments, as surely I love that, too. I feel you move them nearer to my nose. Such bliss, Catje! I am so taken...! I inhale...so many different sensations...my mound pulses...wanting...I lean into the source of my pleasure only to have you pull your panties away. I smile...you place them on my lap and sit down again.

I crane my neck like a cat, listening, then slide my panty down below my knees where they drop to the floor. I sit...and wait...letting you, my lover, see...look as much as you wish...be with me...how you want...

I take your panty and bring it to my face again, feeling the damp cloth against my cheek, I sniff, like a cat again...all your fragrances...I lean back again in my chair and bring my heel up to the seat and rest it there and open my legs to you.

'Rae.........'

I open a little more.

'Rae...................'

I love showing you. I feel certain you are looking, but I can't be quite sure...I smile at this thought, also wondering what you are doing. My hand trails down to my vulva. I am a little surprised how wet I am, but it is a welcome surprise. My middle finger glides over my lips, gently opening them, feeling the inside of them. So sensitive for my Catje, so ready now...I draw little circles over my entrance, up to the top, making my hair wet...sliding down to the bottom...pausing to enter myself, wetting my finger, then on...down, down, wetting the bottoms of my cheeks, sliding into the crack there.

'Rae...?'

'...yes...?'

'My Rae......'

'Yes...?'

'Mmm.....'

'What is it, baby?'

I hear you move and come to me. I feel your knee against my thigh...so warm...You take my hand and place it between your thighs. You open your stance, inviting me. I lean my head against your stomach, smelling you...your skin, your soap, your vulva. My hand moves up the back of your thigh and you open a little more. You are very wet and your labia are full. You start at my contact, though you knew it was coming...my hand is sideways, the side of my index finger between the folds of wet skin. I slide my thumb into you, wetting you, then continue between your cheeks. The entire area is wet and slippery and my lubricated thumb slips easily in to touch your little rose.

Oh, my Catje...you adjust yourself and open, wanting me deeper. I rub the sensitive opening and you moan. I run my index finger between your lips and then on to your clitoris and gently caress it...back and forth...

'O god, Rae......'

My other hand goes to your breast. In my blindfolded state, I can visualize your nipples, erect, and turning bright red as they grow with excitement. My hand wanders there, feeling the weight of you. My fingers feel a clothespin on your nipple and I laugh. You laugh too, then moan and inhale, holding...then exhale a big breath. I feel your other breast and it is similarly adorned. We both love this play of pain, and again we are serious as I touch your hard nipple all clamped and excited.

My fingers undo the pin and my mouth goes to you. I lick the hard nipple several times, tasting you. Your breathing quickens and I take you in my mouth, sucking very gently, then blowing warm air, my mouth hovering over your wet breast. I suck again. You are very big inside my mouth now and I open more to take more of you in. I feel your hands holding the back of my head, not wanting to let me go. My other hand is busy below, caressing your sweet flower...feeling the wet hair, the thickness of your labia...your clitoris extended with excitement. You rock against me as if you want to climb inside me!!

I pull away, teasing, denying...

'No, baby.........please, no.......'

'Catje, you must wait...you won't regret it, sweetheart....'

I put the clothespin in your hand.

'Again...'

'Oh god......'

My thumb travels to your slit and I insert it all the way, bumping my knuckle against your bud. I pull it out then return to your little star and draw wet circles over the opening, increasing the pressure gently. Your knees buckle slightly and I wonder whether you may need to sit or lie down. I am on both your openings, pleasuring you with one hand, my mouth kissing your breast and back, my other hand holding your thigh.

'Raise your arm, sweetheart...'

You raise your arm. I lick up your side and imagine the bright red curls further up. I love this about you...not shaving. I sniff. You smell of sweat and just a mere hint of deodorant...minty...my pussy aches smelling you and I realize that this tease, which feels so good, now needs to go deeper. I want more. I want to see you, your body, your mouth, your eyes...I want to gaze upon the beauty of your cunt, lick it and suck it.

'I want to see...'

'See what, my love?'

'See you, baby...see your garden...smell your flower...'

'Ohh......my Rae....you take me away when you talk to me like that...'

'Ohh...god, baby...'

I feel your hands lovingly on my head, caressing, teasing my ears, my neck. I feel your fingers begin to undo the blindfold and you unwrap me...the cloth falls on my shoulders. I take it and drop it on the floor. I take my blouse off, letting it fall behind me. I look at you, your mound covered in red hair, growing down over your labia. Your lips are open...so pink...waiting. I lick the length of your slit, my tongue gliding up along the ridges, finally tasting you, licking your honey which is abundant. I end at your bud and hear you sigh deeply. I flick you there a couple of times softly. You hold my head...close to you.

'Jesus, Rae...........'

I withdraw a little to look and smell your opening, breathing you in, feeling my mound pulse with this new activity. I lick you again from bottom to top...and again...and again...and again...You hold my head and begin thrusting your pussy onto my mouth, humping me. I unhook my bra and let it slide down my arms onto the floor. I begin pulling on my nipples. You hold me close in a steady rhythm...my cunt is on fire...I open my legs, one hand moving to my opening while the other continues tugging...now harder...

You hold my head to you, not wanting this to shift. I continue taking in your aroma, sniffing all around you, like a little puppy. So delicious, my Catje...you widen your stance, wishing for more, but I want even more from this garden...I smell, then lick alongside your purse between your labia and your thigh. I hear you sigh and then moan, clearly enjoying this tease. Your grip on my head tightens...I continue licking up and down this hairy place, smelling, tasting...I look at you, in full bloom, your lips open and your bud out. I lightly lick you there, just passing over it, teasing...both you and me, it turns out...I slide my finger into my own wetness, slowly fucking myself my palm bumping against my opening with every thrust making me crazy with desire.

'Rae...?'

'Yes, baby...?'

'I want to get off my feet...this feels so good...won't you take me?'

'Of course, my love...why don't you sit in your chair?'

'Mmm.....'

You let go of my head, caressing it softly as you go, stroking my hair. I look up into your eyes and smile. You smile back, then your face becomes more intent, focused...I watch as your hand moves down over your mound and your middle finger slides along your slit, opening yourself. You are so wet and you glide up and down putting on a little show for me. I duplicate your movements on myself, now becoming quite undone...

You stop and let me go and I watch as you walk towards the chair, your big bottom shifting rhythmically as you stride. You know I am watching, you little minx, and I caress my clitoris more firmly while I look, drawing circles over it.

'I am so fucking wet, Catje...'

'Yes.............'

You sit and open your legs, smiling at me. I stare back, in a trance. I watch as you pull on your nipple, making it harder...and redder, then clamp it again with the pin. Both your hands move down and you use them to open your thighs. You are in full bloom now, so wet and open. Your hands caress your thighs up and down, never touching your mound, but inviting my gaze....my mouth? Please?

'Come visit, baby, come to your Catje...I really want you to....'

I am immobile, just looking, my heart beating, my center aching, my clitoris wanting attention. I get down and crawl on the floor towards you.

'Yes, Rae..............'

I come nearer and watch as you open yourself more. I can barely take this tease and I watch as one of your middle fingers slides inside, then out, and you offer it to me, bringing me into the tableau you have set. I lick your finger, then suck it clean. An appetizer, to be sure. You hook your finger in my mouth and pull my head into the place you want it and my tongues slides easily in. I go all the way, my open mouth covering as much as I can. I smell the sweat and honey on your hair. My fingers go below, my index finger gliding lightly over my lubricated clit.

I am so open now and my bud stands out as I roll my finger over it. My lips are extended, so ready. I caress them, pulling gently, then return to the depth of myself, my palm pressing against my clitoris. I am struggling to stay balanced, my mouth glued to you, my lips on yours, drinking, licking the inside of you, pulling away, gazing and licking your swollen button. It is here I want to stay, at your vulva and I fold my legs under and get comfortable so that I may dine out on you, my sweet Catje....

'O Rae...…...don't stop...…..'

'I shan't, my love.....'

I kiss and lick every part of your pussy, sucking your thick lips into my mouth, your bud...my tongues fucks you and I feel you open your legs more, hiking your heels up onto the chair seat, opening yourself even further. I retreat a little to look. Such beauty, and I lean back in and slide my tongue down between your cheeks, touching the small pink opening there.

'Ohh………..'

I lick your bottom, your big cheeks, the wet hair in your crack. The tip of my tongue touches you again there and you open more. So delicious...

'Arrrhh…………..fuck, Rae...………!!

I slide up further wanting to feel you climax on my mouth. I cover your genitals with my mouth, my tongue sliding in again, then out, then in, then out......I begin flicking and licking your bud. It is sticking out for me and I feel you begin to rock and convulse showing me your enjoyment. I suck and lick and flick your button more as I hear you moaning. I look up and see your hands holding your knees wide open, your pelvis thrusting in slow rhythm. I lean back and look, teasing you. Your garden is so alive and wet, my darling...eating you is such sublime pleasure.

I watch as your hands slide down to your ankles and you pull on them, making yourself as open as possible, pushing your pelvis out, wanting me. I look, and tease you hard, just watching.

'My baby...….please......take me over......'

I return to you and suck in earnest, loving you completely, all parts. You are very wet and I drink and suck from your vessel. You take my head in your hands and hold me to you hard not wanting to let me pull away. You hold my ears, then the back of my head, your fingers scratching in my hair. I suck you and feel your pelvis rock, your orgasm building, coming to me....and to you.....

We are one as you come, my head at your divine puss, you holding me so lovingly, so needful...your desire so palpable, my love...…my sweet love.....never enough, but always just right....so giving, Catje...….


From your Rae