Catch was not yet to be rid of his involvement with the Bayou Country Club-however oblique.
Mr. Swine tried to hire Catch back but he would have none of it. He didn't want to contend with Swine's horny daughter. He got a job for the rest of the summer working on construction at a small local concern. Ironically enough the job was repairing bridges, walls, buildings, sidewalks, and so forth around the Bayou Country Club.
It was mid-July and the torrid Texas sun hung in the cloudless sky like a burning ball of flame. Most of the construction work was outdoors and Catch liked that. He learned bricklaying and how to finish concrete. The job helped tone up his body and since he worked without a shirt he became as brown as a tobacco leaf from the waist up. To continue staying in shape for his track work Catch got up at five o'clock every morning and took several laps around the golf course before it was time to start working. On one of these early morning excursions he encountered a middle-aged man and his young, attractive wife who were playing golf.
The man, a paunchy but robust southerner, who identified himself as Floyd Colbert, asked Catch what his business was on the golf course. Catch explained what he was doing and Colbert was impressed by the young man's fortitude and ambition. Catch could not help but notice that Mr. Colbert's young wife was very beautiful in a sophisticated way. Mrs. Colbert was tall, sleek and a thoroughbred. She had ash blonde hair which was pulled back and caught at the base of her neck with a ribbon. It fell in one thick braid halfway down her back. She dressed in a tailored shirt with matching shorts. Her legs were long and beautifully shaped.
Catch had heard Colbert call his wife Elise. He rolled her name around in his mouth like a sweet. He yearned to be successful so that one day he, too, could have a beautiful woman of quality by his side, not a panting Chicano waitress or a frustrated schoolteacher but a woman who would make other men envious of his good fortune.
He saw them often on his early morning runs and they always waved to one another. Then, one morning around five-thirty when he was sprinting near the ninth hole, he saw only the woman. She waved to him and he broke his pace. He had sensed that she wished to talk to him. He walked over to where she was standing next to her golf cart (at that hour of the morning they had to do without caddies) and Catch asked, "Good morning, Mrs. Colbert. Where's the mister?"
"I'm afraid it's his back. Poor Floyd is going to be confined to his bed for awhile."
"I hope it's not serious."
"Not serious but uncomfortable. He has a recurring slipped disk which acts up occasionally." She surveyed the young man's body, encased in a grey sweat suit and pants. Triangles of perspiration stained the front and the back of his sweatshirt.
"Would you like to have a cup of coffee?" she asked. "I bought a small hamper with me."
"Why yes, I guess so," Catch replied, trying to conceal his pleasure.
"Let's go over there," suggested Mrs. Colbert, indicating a small stone pavilion which was designed as a resting place for golfers out of the sun.
Catch followed Mrs. Colbert across the golf course to the building. The early morning sun was just beginning to dry the dew from the grass and the air was filled with an incredible freshness. They set down at a small picnic table and Mrs. Colbert opened the hamper. She produced a large thermos of coffee, two plastic cups, two buttered crescent rolls and two small plastic dishes containing fresh fruit. She handed him a napkin and said, "I hope you can drink your coffee black or with sugar. I neglected to bring cream."
"That's the way I like it," replied Catch. "Dark and very sweet." He wondered why there were two of everything, particularly since Mr. Colbert was in bed with an ailing back. She handed him his coffee.
"Tell me about yourself, Catch. What do you hope to accomplish at Tulane, and after?"
"I want to be a success," he replied, simply.
"A success in what?"
"I'm not sure. But I want to belong to a country club like this one and I want to have…"
"Yes? Go on."
"I want to have a beautiful wife," he said quietly.
Mrs. Colbert tilted her head back and laughed lightly.
Catch scowled.
"Oh, I'm not laughing at you, Catch, but I'm sure you could have had many beautiful young wives by now, not your own, of course."
"I don't know what you mean," he replied sincerely.
"No, I don't suspect you do."
Catch broke off a piece of the croissant and dunked it in his coffee. "These are great," he said. "Really flaky."
"I have a marvelous cook."
After they finished the fruit compote Mrs. Colbert poured more coffee and they sat in silence. Mrs. Colbert was the one to break it.
"Do you find me attractive, Catch?"
"Yes, I do, Mrs. Colbert."
"Thank you. I find you attractive, too." She moved her hand across the table until it touched his. She stroked the back of his hand with her long slender fingers and Catch could feel himself becoming aroused.
Mrs. Colbert kicked off her left golf shoe and raised her foot. She touched the inside of Catch's thigh. He stiffened but did not move. She stretched out her leg and pressed the bottom of her foot against his huge prick. Beads of perspiration broke out on Catch's upper lip as she massaged the fleshy shaft and drooping balls with her foot.
"What have you got on, an athletic supporter?" she asked.
He nodded. She could feel that he was starting to get erect even in the elastic confines of the supporter.
"Take it out, Catch," she hissed through her teeth.
Catch untied the waistband of his sweatpants and pushed them down to his knees. Getting out of the elastic supporter was a bit more difficult. He had to stand up to get it down. Mrs. Colbert's eyes lit up when she saw what he had hanging between his legs. He sat back down, pressing his bare buttocks against the wooden bench. She put her foot back between his legs and felt his cock. It was beginning to get erect against the ball of her foot. Moisture seeped out of the flared cockhead onto her sole.
"But what about your husband?" asked Catch, half-heartedly.
"His back isn't the only thing that's wrong with him," she said harshly.
Mrs. Colbert got up from her seat and walked around to where Catch was sitting. She sat down on the bench next to him and looked into his face. She took his face in her hands and murmured, "you're so young, so beautiful."
Close up, Mrs. Colbert did not look quite as young as Catch had thought. There were tiny lines around the corners of her eyes and mouth. Her lips parted and Catch could see her pink tongue. He closed his eyes. She leaned forward and kissed him on the eyelids. As she did she licked his eyelashes, then moved her lips down his nose and sucked the tip of it. When her lips touched his, he could feel her breath against his mouth. It was warm and smelled of coffee and mints. She opened her mouth wider and slid her tongue inside his. Their tongues touched and entwined as they crushed their lips together. She slid her hand down over his sweatshirt, pausing to feel his muscular pectorals. She moved it further down until she felt the hard flesh of his stomach and his pubic hair.
The palm of her hand brushed against the base of his cock. The flesh was warm and slightly damp from perspiration. She clasped the shaft of his cock in her hand and began squeezing it, savoring its length and width. She pulled her lips away from his and looked down. It was one of the prettiest cocks that she had ever seen and she had seen plenty. She moved away from him on the bench and bent her head down between his legs. She stuck her tongue out and touched the shiny head. Then she began to lick it with swift, circular movements. She wrapped one arm around his waist, pulled him closer to her, and she took him inside her mouth.
"Sweet Jesus," Catch groaned with ecstasy.
Mrs. Colbert looked up. Her lips were shiny with saliva and her eyes were bright blue and clear like the morning sky.
"This is not a very comfortable place, Catch," she said, indicating the floor. It was covered with sheet rock. "Let's go over there among those bushes."
"All right, ma'am."
He stood up and as he did pulled up his sweatpants. She led him out the opposite side of the building to a thick clump of vegetation. The two of them disappeared inside. Catch noticed that Mrs. Colbert had a blanket under her arm. It must have been tucked inside the basket.
She unfolded it and lay it down on the ground.
"This will be more comfortable," she said as she unbuttoned her blouse.
Catch got undressed and stood waiting.
Mrs. Colbert knelt in front of him. She clasped her hands around his firm, tight buttocks and took his cock inside her mouth and sucked on it. He pulled away and knelt down in front of her and began fondling her smooth skin.
They lay down facing one another and began kissing again. Their passion reached new heights. Catch swung around and began licking her stomach. Mrs. Colbert spread her legs apart as he moved his tongue down over her pubic hair into her sweet cunt opening.
Her body trembled as his lips nibbled at the hair between her thighs. Catch moved his head back and forth, letting his tongue, lips, and breath caress her. Then he flicked out the tip of his tongue and dragged it along her vulva. Mrs. Colbert cried out, but the sound was muffled by Catch's thick cock which he had stuffed down her throat.
He spread her legs further apart as she shoved her pussy against his face.
He stiffened his tongue and dug it into her opening and began flicking it in and out with rapid strokes. He rubbed the tip of her tongue across her clitoris. He could feel her groans reverberating against the shaft of his cock.
He bucked his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out of the hot stricture of her mouth. Mrs. Colbert closed her lips around the shaft and began sucking it with the same rhythm that he was sucking her. They wallowed around on the wool blanket, sucking one another for nearly half an hour. Mrs. Colbert was the first to reach orgasm. The lower half of her body began shaking and the bushes spun around her face.
Catch licked her furiously and let himself go. His cock gushed inside her mouth. His sperm came flowing out in steady spurts. Mrs. Colbert swallowed it hungrily and when their climaxes had subsided they pulled apart and fell back on the blanket panting.
"Now that's what I call an early morning workout," remarked Mrs. Colbert coyly.
"Yes ma'am," replied Catch, smacking his lips. "Better than a hole in one."
In the distance they heard the sound of voices echoing around the hills. Catch sat up. "My God, what time is it?"
"It's almost seven," Mrs. Colbert answered dreamily. "You fell asleep and I didn't want to wake you."
"I've got to get to work," he replied as he got to his feet and began getting into his sweat suit.
"Wait a minute," said Mrs. Colbert. "How about meeting me here tomorrow morning for breakfast."
"Yes, yes, that's all right. Now I've got to run."
He kissed her quickly on the cheek and took off across the golf course, running with the speed of a front runner.
Mrs. Colbert watched him as he disappeared on the horizon. She smiled contentedly to herself as she pulled on her clothes. What a delightful young man!
Catch made it to the shed where he and the other men kept their clothes and changed into his work clothes for the day.
"You've been out running, Catch?" one of the men asked him.
"Yes. I run every morning."
"Christ, I don't know how you can get up and wear yourself out like that. I'm tired even before I start to get to work."
"Try running. It will give you more energy."
"No, thanks. I've got enough to do."
Catch was glad that the man had turned down his offer. What if the man had wanted to run with him the next morning?
Catch could hardly sleep that night, thinking about the luscious Mrs. Colbert. He felt vaguely guilty about her husband but he told himself he wasn't the first and was sure he wouldn't be the last.
The next morning he got up fifteen minutes early, showered and put fresh work clothes into an oilcloth satchel, which he threw over his shoulder. His mother had laid out a fresh sweat suit for him. He got dressed without even stopping for coffee and began jogging from his house down the highway toward the country club. He dropped his gear at the workmen's shack and started running along the golf course. Suddenly he remembered they had not planned exactly where to meet. When he reached the ninth hole he saw her standing against a tree, waiting for him.
"You're right on time, Catch. I fixed us something extra special for breakfast. Come, let's eat it while it's still hot." She took his hand and led him to the stone pavilion where they had eaten the previous morning. Once inside she began unpacking the picnic basket. "We're having corn fritters this morning. I made them myself. I hope they're still good and hot. I brought some honey to pour over them."
"Sounds great. Corn fritters are one of my favorite things."
The food was delicious but Catch could not help rushing through breakfast. Somehow Mrs. Colbert looked younger now. Her skin looked youthful and dewy and her makeup was lightly applied, not as heavy as the day before. She had washed her hair that morning and it smelled as sweet as field flowers.
"Are you finished already?" asked Mrs. Colbert, eyeing him with amusement.
"Yes, I am, thank you."
"Shall we?" asked Mrs. Colbert, rising to her feet.
Wordlessly they walked out of the building toward the same clump of bushes.
"I brought a larger blanket this morning. That will give us more room," she said.
"Mrs. Colbert, do you mind if I call you by your first name?"
"Of course not. It's Elise."
"Yes, I remember."
When they reached the clearing Catch helped Mrs. Colbert spread out the blanket. It was indeed larger, at least by half. She started to unbutton her blouse.
"No, let me," said Catch softly.
Catch unbuttoned her blouse and took it off her. She was wearing a lacy half-bra which pushed her full breasts up and together. He reached behind her and unsnapped it and her breasts fell free in his hands. He slid his hands between the breast flesh and the bra and began massaging her nipples. Mrs. Colbert combed her fingers through his thick hair and remarked, "Did you know that you're beginning to go grey?"
"It's a family trait. I'll probably have a full head of grey hair by the time I'm twenty."
"How divine."
Catch lowered his head and buried his lips between the valley of her breasts and began kissing the soft skin, running his tongue over her tit flesh and covering it with small tiny bites.
Mrs. Colbert responded by pulling his head closer to her and undulating her shoulders. Catch worked his fingers down to the zipper on the side of her skirt and undid it. Her skirt fell to the ground. Mrs. Colbert stepped out of it and kicked it aside. She was completely bare except for her bikini panties and golf shoes which she had previously untied. She stepped out of them and stood before him, awaiting his next move.
Catch knelt down, and as he did his fingers caught in the waistband of her underwear and he pulled them down to her ankles.
Mrs. Colbert shuddered as the crisp morning breeze licked at her body.
Catch, noticing that she was shivering, wrapped his arms around her hips and pulled her close to him. He nuzzled his face against the hairs of her cunt and blew over the lower part of her body.
"Lie down, Elise."
She got down on the blanket and stretched out. He nestled his head on her stomach and toyed with the hairs of her cunt with the tip of his tongue. The sweet odor of her femininity and the feel of her soft body so close to his made him feel wonderful. He lapped her cunt until she began mewing like a kitten. Then he turned her on her stomach. Catch began kissing the back of her neck and Mrs. Colbert groaned with delight. He bit her flesh, leaving tiny bite marks over her shoulders and down the line of her spine until he reached her still-firm buttocks. He clasped them in his hands and began squeezing and releasing them. Her flesh was white where she had been protected by her bathing suit. He kissed her on the left cheek and then on the right, drawing in with his mouth and leaving slight red marks. Suddenly he realized what he had done.
"Oh, I'm sorry Elise, I've left marks. Your husband will…"
"Don't worry about my husband, Catch. We don't-well, that is, we don't have sex any more. He had a prostrate operation and he's unable to."
"I'm sorry."
"What's to be sorry about? We had a marvelous sexual relationship while we could and now that he is, well, incapacitated, we have a sort of understanding."
"You mean this is all right."
"I wouldn't go so far as to say that. I don't discuss it with him. It's a sort of an unspoken agreement between the two of us. I would never throw it up in Floyd's face. He's been too good to me. He's really a great husband in many ways and I certainly wouldn't do anything to hurt him."
"You're a good woman, Elise."
"I'm not so sure how good I am. You tell me."
Catch responded by sliding his hands under her stomach and pulling her up to her knees.
Mrs. Colbert got down on her elbows, reached between her legs and grabbed his thick cock. She pulled him closer, running the head of it over her moist slit and opened up to receive him.
Catch dug his fingers into her hips and pushed forward, working his cock into the warm confines of her cunt.
"Oh, Catch, it feels so good," she groaned.
Catch started his rhythm slowly, wanting to enjoy Elise to the fullest. He eased his giant cock in and out of her cunt. With each stroke it became coated with her vaginal juices. He ran his hand down between her legs, rubbed his fingertips over his wet cockshaft then licked them clean.
"You taste awful good, Elise."
He dug his fingers into her buttocks and began hunching his cock into her as Mrs. Colbert pushed her cunt back against him. As Catch bore down on her, he forced his cock deeper into her cunt. The friction caused by the meeting of cunt and cock stimulated Catch to want to come quickly. Try as he might he couldn't hold himself back.
"I'm afraid I'm getting close," he warned Mrs. Colbert.
She smiled to herself, recognizing the impetuosity of youth and said, "hold it still for a moment, Catch."
She placed her fingertips at the opening of her vagina which was engorged with his cock. She managed to work two of her fingers inside to her clitoris. She pinched and rolled the tiny organ until she was on his climactic wave length.
"Now," she said softly, "let's go."
Catch began slamming his cock between her buttocks and into her awaiting cunt. He glanced down and watched as it disappeared between her smooth white cheeks. He gripped her hips and rammed it in even harder. He threw back his head and let out a howl and his semen began filling up her cunt, overflowing and running down the insides of her legs.
Mrs. Colbert had reached her climax just a second before he had his. She pressed her face against the blanket and muffled her cries of exultation.
Catch lay down on top of her, his cock still embedded in her cunt. She loved the feeling as it slowly deflated inside her and slipped out. Catch lay on top of her for a long time. He was heavy, but she didn't mind. Mrs. Colbert liked the weight of a man's body on her.
At a quarter to seven Catch got dressed and bid Mrs. Colbert goodbye. But not before promising to meet her the next morning for another "breakfast."
Catch saw Mrs. Colbert practically every morning that he worked for the construction firm. Occasionally, she could get away on weekends and even more rarely in the evening. They would generally spend their time together in a motel room or somewhere along the shore. Catch's leaving for college didn't come too soon for Mrs. Colbert. She had feared for a long time that she was falling in love with a young man less than half her age, and on their last meeting together, after they had finished making love, Mrs. Colbert said to Catch, "I have something for you, Catch." She pointed to a branch on one of the bushes overhead. Hanging from the limb was a small gaily wrapped package which Catch hadn't noticed before. He stood up, seized the package and anxiously unwrapped it.
Underneath the wrapping was a small black jeweler's case. He opened it.
"It's to wear around your neck," she explained. "It's an Egyptian cross called the ANKH. It's supposed to bring good luck. Here, let me put it on for you."
"It's gold," he said in amazement.
"Of course it's gold, very good gold, too. Twenty-four carat." She hooked the chain around his neck and the cross rested between his pectoral muscles.
"It's beautiful, Elise. I don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything. Just wear it and may good luck come to you always."
Catch toyed with the amulet hanging around his neck. He had never taken it off and he was sure that it had brought him luck. He thought about all the women of his past. Rosalita, Miss Graves, Ima, Elise, particularly Elise, and all the others since then. How many had there been? Hundreds? Thousands probably. And now he'd worked his way up to Lila.
He rarely saw his ladies again. His work kept him busy moving from hotel room to hotel room and city to city. Hell, he hadn't written his parents in months. He made a note to call them when he got back to the hotel. Catch had finished his report and it was good. But yet he was unsatisfied and felt empty. The report was a masterpiece of planning and he was proud of it, but there was no one there to share his pride.