A Randy Retirement Pt. 25: Katie

When at last she opened her eyes, Katie saw him smiling down at her and immediately brought her hands up to cover her face.

"It's okay babe, you did fantastic," he tried to soothe her.

Her voice was soft again, but the Southern drawl remained, "Yeah, I know," she said as her knuckles screwed themselves into her eyeballs and then moved to rest over her breasts. "You certainly ramped it up, didn't you?"

"I guess so, but you told me, any way I wanted."

"You're the first one to ever do that to me. Now you know why I always must be in control. I've only come close to cumming like that once in my life and I've never done it multiple times."

"So you don't like giving up power over your body to someone else," he observed.

"No, I don't ... or didn't. You just made me cum so hard that I would have done anything to keep it going. I would have let you do anything to me." She paused and took a drink of the water. "I've spent a considerable amount of my life avoiding letting people do things to me. I mean, I like to fuck, but I like to do it on my terms."

"And now?" he asked, his right eyebrow arching.

"I don't know. You've given me something to consider, damn you," and she smirked at him.

"You let me get rough with you and even let me tie you up the first time you were here, I'm not sure I understand," he told her, trying to get a clearer picture of her state of mind. His little inner voice was trying to tell him something, but it wasn't getting through.

Katie sighed as if this was a subject she had thought about, but had hoped would not be broached. Once it had, she gathered herself and launched into a response that seemed practiced.

"I know. The first time, out on the gazebo, you surprised me. I did not expect what I got from you, especially after we moved inside. Then you surprised me again when you asked if I wanted to stay for the rest of the weekend. I was ecstatic to get some more of you, but I tried hard to hide it. A lady never wants to seem too eager. Your being rough and tying me up, I considered that the price of admission. I'm not completely sure you realize it, but you instinctively know how to work your cock and the guys where I'm from don't."

She drew a breath and continued, "When I first started having sex, I was very disappointed with it. Most of the guys couldn't make me orgasm. Then I found that I had to take over and do it myself if I wanted satisfaction. That doesn't happen with you."

"What about the near miss that you mentioned?"

"Well, he moved away and besides it was a miss. That doesn't count," and she smirked. "The guys back home that I encounter are brash and cocky and think they know what they're doing, but they always end up being huge disappointments."

"But aren't I brash and cocky?"

"You are, but there's a difference. You're brash and cocky in an understated kind of way; at least compared to them, and you can back it up. The guys back home can't."

"So you let me do you rough, and in bondage, just because I'm good at working my cock and know what I'm doing?" he repeated, Katie nodding yes as he spoke. "What about this time when you bit the ballgag in half? Why didn't you stop me from putting you in bondage?"

She exhaled loudly, the air whistling softly through her teeth.

"For some reason I trust you. It's crazy I know, but I do. You are the only person in my forty years on this earth who I have let take any control over me since I reached adulthood and moved out of my parents' house, sex or otherwise. My parents kept control on my life when I was under their roof and that was only right. And before you think it, no my father didn't try to fuck me. I had great parents, but we were poor. When I got on my own, I controlled my life and I controlled any sex that I choose to participate in."

"What about the guy you mentioned last time, who tied you up with his neckties?"

"You mean the pretty boy who loosely wrapped his $100 silk ties around my wrists and spent more time worried about them than me because he was scared it would ruin them? No, that don't count. At least not now when I know what real bondage is like," and the smirk had returned.

She paused and waited for his response until she got uneasy with his silence and asked, "Did that make any sense?"

"Yeah, kinda sorta. I don't want to do anything with you that you aren't okay with, but if I am hearing you right, you want to explore my way of sex."

She brightened, "To use your phrase, kinda sorta. I am intrigued by being with you and by you having your way with me, but I need to work it out in my own mind before I commit fully to it. Understand?"

"Yes."

'Good. Now, since you've cast a spell on me, you should hold me until I fall asleep," and she smirked once more before nuzzling her back against him.

Randy was glad to have had the discussion. It told him for certain that she would be alright, even if she chose not to give him control again and he was okay with that. He put his body against hers on his side and pulled her back in close to his chest, cupping her breasts. It was not the most comfortable sleeping position for him, but in the moment, that did not matter.

***

The effects of their sexual escapades the night before had taken its toll and they both slept late on Saturday morning. After a cup of yogurt each she asked if they could lay-out on the beach.

"Wouldn't you rather tan on the pool deck?" he offered, already dressed in black swim trunks and an overly large white tee.

"Randy, I can tan on the deck at home. I never get to go to the beach because of where I live. I want a beach and sand and sun and a swim in the ocean and the smell of the salt air," she insisted.

Randy assented with a nod. When she came back from putting on a black and gold tiger print bikini, she carried a small beach bag and had on her Wayfarers. The bottom of the suit was a string thong with two small triangles front and back while the top was designed like a half cup bra and barely covered her nipples. He noticed a simple, brass-colored ring on her right thumb.

Randy ogled her as he handed over two XXXL beach towels and a small cooler that contained three bottles of water, three cans of beer, and ice. They made their way outside, where he went to the storage shed and got out a 10'x10' EZ-Up canopy and two short-legged beach chairs that he loaded on a small wagon with fat tires, along with the cooler. Then they traversed through the dunes to the deserted beach in front of his home.

As they went, Katie asked about the new glass and steel railing on his deck. "That wasn't there last year, was it?"

"No, I just had it installed at the end of May."

"Looks nice."

Letting her pick out the spot, they put up the canopy, spread the towels to cover the back two-thirds of sand underneath and placed the chairs, the cooler between them. Katie sat in the one on the left, her now bare feet extending to the shaded sand and digging in. She was as happy as a jaybird as she cracked open her first brewski.

"Thank you."

"My pleasure."

"Pleasure? Really? Seems you wanted to stay up on the deck."

Randy looked at her pointedly, "It's my pleasure because I'm going to exact a measure of satisfaction from you in payment later."

She gave him the smirk and drank from her beer. When she had finished the first one, she tried to entice him into the waves, but Randy declined.

"You go, I'll hang here and watch you from the shade."

"Old man," she teased, "You're no fun." Then she dropped the sunglasses in her chair and trotted out to the water's edge, her ass holding his attention the entire way. When she got waist high in the waves she dove in and swam out to where the small breakers were forming and let them float her back in.

Randy got out a bottle of water and watched, relishing the sight of her body as she frolicked in the waves and let them take her back to shore a half dozen times or more.

When she finally came back to the canopy, her hair was soaked and dripping. It had that oily look that comes from having been immersed in sea water, and the individual strands clung together in slightly larger, rough tresses.

She sat, put the sunglasses back on, and opened her second beer.

"That was great," she told him between gulps.

"You know there are sharks out there. Great whites."

"You're just fucking with my head again," she told him.

Randy did not continue, though he considered showing her the shark app on his laptop when they got back to the house, but decided against it. There was no point in ruining her love of the ocean, but somehow he didn't think she'd really care.

Rummaging through her bag, Katie pulled out a bottle of suntan oil and asked, "Would you rub me down?"

"Certainly," and he reached for the bottle as she stood, removed her top and turned her back to him.

"I'm guessing it's gonna stay this deserted?" she asked as he began to spread the coconut scented oil on her bare back.

"The beach?" and she nodded. "Probably. Some folks might wander by at some point, but for the most part I don't get a lot of folks up this way. Mainly it's the people who have houses up here, and I have the last house before the Wildlife Refuge until you get a few more miles to the north. It's not crowded like it is further south with the folks who come for vacation or for the day."

"Good," she replied as she turned her front to him. "Now do these," and she indicated her breasts with the hand that still held the beer.

Randy complied, "Yeah, we wouldn't want these things of beauty getting burned now, would we?" He started with her abdomen and worked his way up to her tits, using both hands and embellishing each movement as he massaged the oil into her skin. Without looking, he knew that Katie's eyes were boring into him along with an occasional sip from her can and smack of her lips.

"Getting excited?" he asked.

"It feels good, so yes," she admitted.

"You could probably take your bottoms off too," Randy proffered.

"Um, no. I'm brash, but I'm not brazen. At least not yet. Couple of more times coming to see you and I might be," and he could tell that she was smiling even with his eyes staying on task.

"What about when you told me out loud to bring you back and fuck you in the middle of the horse museum?"

"Slip of the tongue," she explained away and took another swig. Randy laughed and continued to work the oil into her skin.

"There you go, all oiled up," and he picked up his half-full bottle of water and walked over to the side of the canopy. Pouring the water into his hands, he washed the residue of the lotion off and shook his hands dry before returning to his chair.

Katie had moved her chair from under the canopy, laid it flat, and was now sunning face up. Every now and then she would lean up to take a sip of beer. He sat and enjoyed the view until she turned up the can and finished it and then turned over on her stomach. Not being able to see her ass fully, Randy laid his own chair back and soon began to snooze.

He was not asleep long before a dream about Katie came to him. In it, she let go of all the reservations she had and demanded that he fuck her in public while they were on the pier at Nags Head. It was a vivid enough dream that, when he awoke, he had a raging boner.

"Katie, come here," he called out. He watched as the topless, sunglasses-wearing woman came under the canopy, her body another shade darker than it had been when they awoke that very morning, the tiny nipples standing at attention.

"What?" she asked, hand on hip.

"I have something that needs taking care of," and he grabbed his dick through his suit and showed her his hard-on.

Katie licked her lips, looked up and down the beach each way, and then completed her trek to him. She dropped on her knees on the beach towel between his legs, fished out his pecker from the swim trunks and smiled.

Her hair had dried, but the salt water had left the rough tresses as she grasped the base of his cock and began to lick the head and spank her piercing with it. She never throated him during the entire blow job, but worked his cock with her mouth, sucking him hard.

Randy thought of the old adage about a girl who could suck a golf ball through a garden hose, but what she was doing felt too good for him to laugh. The ball on her tongue was exquisite and doing quite the number on him again. The idea of suggesting one to Halley flashed briefly through his brain, until Katie pulled his consciousness back to the here and now with the strength of the vacuum seal she was creating.

The ball was not the only piece of metal that was stimulating Randy's dick. The ring on her thumb was giving his shaft a good working over as well; kneading the fat meat and priming his pump for what was to come.

The only time she wasn't sucking was when she would pause briefly, her hand wanking him, and check out the beach in both directions for unwanted visitors. Satisfied that no one was coming, she would lick the precum from his cock and resume her sucking. Each time she restarted, her pace picked up a little and by the last time she checked the beach her sunglasses had slipped down to the tip of her nose from the fierceness of her head moving up and down. He could see her eyes unhindered when she snatched glimpses of his reaction to her efforts.

Randy had prolonged it for as long as he could, letting his orgasm simmer to a boil silently, but when Katie had built up her momentum to the extent that she was devouring his cock, he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Ugghhhh," he groaned, and she pulled her mouth off, opened wide in anticipation while she continued to jack him.

The first jet of cum hit the left side of her sunglasses, a huge gob of white on the reflective lens as well as above on her eyebrow. She caught the second and third jets in her mouth, using her tongue to contain it and not lose any. When she decided that no more cum was forthcoming, she opened her mouth wide to show Randy all that she had collected.

Her tongue was hidden by what looked like a mouth full of wet cotton balls and then she pointedly swallowed before licking up what had flowed down his shaft to her hand. She completed her mission by running her pursed lips up and down his dick from the side, sucking greedily at the remainder of his jism.

The sound reminded Randy of Dr. Lector talking about fava beans in the 'Silence of the Lambs' movie, just a little slower and much more endearing.

"All done," she pronounced, pulling up his swimsuit and patting his deflating member softly as she smirked at him. "By the way, this was a first."

"Never given a blow job on the beach before?"

"Ha," she shook her head side to side while using her fingers to wipe the thick, white cum from her eyebrow. "Never even given one outside. In a car, yes, but not out in the open. You're a bad influence on me Randy," and she sucked her fingers clean.

He shrugged, "Or ... I'm taking you to new heights of sensuality, like last night."

Katie cocked her head to the side and thought for a moment, then she reached for her bikini top and put it back on. Finally, she pushed the Wayfarers back up from the tip of her nose.

"I think I like your description better," and she sat and opened her last beer.

*

He had put two hotdogs on the grill for a late lunch when they had returned to the house around two in the afternoon. Then he watched in horror as she prepared hers with only ketchup.

"You're kidding, right?" he asked.

"It's the way I like 'em," she told him as she provocatively took her first bite.

Randy only shook his head and let it go as he put mustard, chili, and onions on his own dog.

They sat on the couch and ate while watching the ocean and when Katie was done, she slumped on the sofa and fell asleep. Randy watched the rise and fall of her breathing for a while until he involuntarily joined her in an afternoon nap.

He awakened before her and resumed watching her breathe until she stirred from her slumber.

"Who's old and needs rest again?" he asked, not letting on that he had napped too.

"You've worn me out I guess," she sheepishly responded, wiping the sleep from her eyes and moving to lay face up in his lap. She took his right hand and examined it for a few minutes in silence, tracing the lines on his palm. Then she asked, "Can we to go to the pizza place where we first met for supper and see your buddy Sam?"

"Sure," Randy replied.

*

"You call that brash, but not brazen?" Randy asked when Katie emerged from getting dressed for dinner.

She gave him the smirk again. "To be honest, I don't know why I bought this. I got it last week just for this trip and chastised myself when I got home with it. I guess I knew I was coming to see you and something overtook my senses."

She had donned a sleeveless white miniskirt that had a T-back and showed off her shoulders. It was made of a mesh material, the holes in the mesh small enough that they weren't revealing, but it was damned close. Randy could see her nipples trying to poke through clearly. She had topped it off with white sneakers and a white, G-string thong, the latter clearly noticeable.

"Let's go" he laughed, "Sam's gonna love it."

*

And Sam did, after taking a full minute to gather himself when Randy and Katie had walked up to the bar. Randy could tell by Sam's face that he was excited to see her, and would have been even if she hadn't worn the dress.

"Beer?" Randy asked Katie as they stood at the bar to order their drinks.

"Yes please."

"Whatever you got on tap Sam, and I'll have a sweet tea," and then he turned to her, "take them to the same table as last time, I have to visit the facilities," and Randy exited to relieve himself.

Sam told her what was on tap and asked if it was all right.

"It's fine. I wanted to thank you for watching my car the last time I was here," Katie told the bartender as he pulled back the handle and filled her glass.

"My pleasure," and Sam's dentures showed in full as he smiled back at her. "You and him been having a good time?"

Katie knew that the older gentleman was not exactly being a gentleman by the look of anticipation in his eyes.

"Oh, he's great," she responded as Sam put the mug of beer and a glass of tea in front of her. "That's why I'm back out here. I had to have him again." Katie paused for the briefest of moments as the old man winked at her, letting her know that he understood. It was then that she decided to pump him for information. "Does Randy have a lot of ladies come to visit him?"

Sam looked to see if the subject of the conversation was returning or if anyone else was eavesdropping and then leaned over the bar. In his best conspiratorial tone he replied, "Well, I personally only know of a few, but I have reason to believe there are others that I haven't seen."

Katie whispered back to him in her Southern drawl, "Well he's just a regular cock hound, ain't he?"

Sam only nodded as Randy came around the corner from the restoom and then the barkeep walked away to check on other patrons.

They ordered pizza and Katie again drank four beers, just like their first meal together. Sam came over to gawk and make small talk and they entertained him for at least twenty minutes after they had finished their meal. Randy left him a $50 tip in addition to what he had given the waitress.

"I really like him," Katie said as they walked to the car, the sun having set.

"I think that goes both ways," Randy observed.

She looked for the lighthouse on the way home and was excited when she finally saw it light up. Randy drove the car into the garage and she asked if they could go out front and watch it some more.

Nodding yes, she took his hand and led the way like a teenager. They stood in the subtle lighting from his outside night lights and watched in silence as the dark sky to the southwest glowed for three seconds in every twenty. They could not see the lighthouse itself, or even the light, but only the glowing horizon. About the third time it lit up, Randy noticed by the look on her face that Katie had grown emotional. He had nary a clue as to why, and she offered no explanation. He was curious, but decided that, like the ghost thing, if she wanted him to know, she would bring it up. But what he did know was that his little voice was trying to tell him something again.