Catalina Loves

If you’ve been a faithful and loyal reader (in this short period of time) of my blog, then you know that I have been “having lunch” with my husband once a week. I actually really love it that everybody at his office is on to us. Good! (I’m such an exhibitionist.) They all wish they were going off at lunch to have sex, too.

So Wednesday I received the following e-mail in the morning from my husband:

Kitten,
Today when you come for lunch I want you to wear your sexiest lingerie underneath your clothes. No pants! You must wear a skirt and I want to see you in a button down shirt that I can rip the buttons off of (bring an extra one for the drive home unless you want to drive home without your shirt buttoned). You must wear your collar from this point forward in the day. Go put it on right now all by yourself. I know you don’t normally do it, but I’m telling you to, so no “but, Daddy.” Of course, you may be discrete in public, but you must still wear your collar. I will see you at 12:30, don’t be late. (And will you bring me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, please?)
Daddy

So, I did just that. I made the most delicious peanut butter and jelly sandwich ever, in heels, stockings, a garter belt, a skirt, and a button down shirt (that I will have to sew the buttons back onto again.) I went upstairs to find my favorite collar hanging nicely on the back of the closet door. I felt like I was doing something horribly wrong by having it out during the day without Daddy home, but I put it on as instructed, and turned it so that the buckle was in the back. It is perfect for wearing out because it is just a plain black collar, so from a car’s distance on the freeway, it just looks like a wide choker necklace (at least that’s what I’m going to tell myself.) I’ve never been a fan of collars with dog spikes and things like that. Simple. A collar. That’s all you need.

I put it on and looked at myself in the mirror. “Lovely. I think he will be happy.” I put on some lipstick and headed out the door (with the sandwich even!) All the way there, I felt like everybody was watching and everybody knew… and I loved it. The feeling of being naughty is so intoxicating. I held my head down as I sat in front of his office so that the people looking out the window wouldn’t (blatantly) be able to see my collar on me, but I secretly hoped that they would.

We drove to our spot again and parked. I produced the sandwich with pride. He threw the sandwich to the side. “We will eat later. Right now you are going to be mine. Let’s sit in the back, no? Snuggle a little bit?” (It’s a good thing I took out the carseat earlier today — good planning, Catalina!)

We got comfortable in the back seat, and I was feeling more comfortable than normal because the back windows are tinted fairly dark and I felt safer. Daddy lifted up my skirt to look at my legs, rubbing my stockings all the way up my thighs. I let out a little moan and tilted my neck back and waited for it. He took my cue, and began to lick and kiss my neck. I began to writhe in my seat a little and started to giggle. It felt so good, yet it tickled just a little, but oh it felt soooooo good. Just as I began to lose myself, he grabbed my shirt with both hands and ripped it open, button by button flew off (I still have yet to find one of them) and I was exposed. His hands went to my breasts and he bit and sucked on each nipple. I grew more and more impatient. Finally, I said, “Oh please, Daddy, can I suck your cock?” because when I am in that space, there is nothing I like more than to suck his cock.

I slid down between his legs and the back of the passenger seat and began to suck him off, enjoying every moment of it. Out of the blue, all of a sudden, a car parked right next to us and I heard the car door slam. I looked up with his cock still in my mouth. “It’s ok, kitten, he doesn’t even know we’re in the car” and I continued with what I was doing, hoping that the stranger in the car next to us would peek into the darkened windows on his way by. Whether he did or not, I don’t know, because I put all my energy into putting on a show for him whether or not he saw it. “Catalina, Stop.”

I looked up from between his legs. “Hmmm?” (I couldn’t actually say what, since I still had him in my mouth.) “Are you my little whore, Catalina? Do you want to fuck me?” I sat up straight, holding his cock in my hand, “Yes, please, Daddy” I said. “Then tell me you want to fuck me, kitten” — “I need you to fuck me, Daddy.” — “Then what are you waiting for?” and he pulled me up.

I grabbed the metal bars of the headrest of the seat and lowered myself onto his cock, absolutely as wet as I have ever been, and fucked him. Who knows if anybody came or left. We were absolutely in our own little world. I leaned back just a little bit and he attached to my nipple with his lips and began to suck, and I began to climb the hill to my orgasm. Tighter and tighter I squeezed him. More and more I focused all my energy to my pussy, feeling every sensation with more and more intensity, until finally I asked the magic question, “Daddy, yes?” — “Yes, Catalina. Come.” I stifled my noise by burying my face into his neck and biting his shoulder just slightly. When I had finally returned to reality, I opened my eyes. “Good girl. Now finish Daddy off.”

I returned to my previous position on the floor between his legs, kneeling, and sucked him, tasting myself as well. Within a couple of minutes he was at his peak and I was very proud to swallow him completely. We ate our lunch, talked about normal things we talk about, laughed about how ridiculous sex can be, made plans for the evening, and parted ways for the rest of the afternoon.

When I got home, there was the following IM:

Kitten,
You were such a good girl today. You have no idea how much you please me
Daddy