Driving Miss Catherine

Post-race reflections

Cat hesitantly placed her hand on the door knob. Should she knock? No, she knew what she wanted. She pushed the door open and walked in, trying to hold her head up. Seb was standing in the corner of the room looking out a window. She felt her heart beating faster and faster with anticipation.

"That race....it was pretty, um," She bit her lip, and didn't know how to continue. Was it good? Bad? She didn't even know.

He turned around and the intense look of desire on his face took Cat's breath away. It was clear that he didn't care about the outcome of the race, and there was only one thing on his mind. It didn't take long for Cat to reciprocate those feelings. He crossed the room to place his hand on her face, the other hand on her hip, slowly moving downward.

"Bed," she whispered in his ear and wrapped her arms tightly round his neck as he pushed her against the wall. He fumbled with the door, distracted by Cat's kissing, and finally just kicked it closed, leaving it unlocked. Cat reached up to tear his shirt off, and he pushed her back on the bed, trapping her slim frame beneath his muscular, toned body. Her shirt and bikini top disappeared as he moved from kissing her mouth lower, and lower, peppering her neck and chest with kisses until his lips found her nipple.

Cat gasped and he teased her for a few minutes before she moaned his name. Seb took this as his cue and moved his right hand between her legs, while his left hand worked her other nipple. He pushed her shorts off and after removing her bathing suit, he wet his thumb with her juices and slowly circled her nub before picking up the pace and sliding one, then two fingers into her. Cat swore in every language she knew, and pretty soon she was just mumbling incoherently as her mind went blank. Seb knew it wouldn't be long, as these were Cat's tell-tale signs of an impending orgasm. He switched his thumb for his mouth and sucked on her clit until her breath came in short gasps, and her twitching legs stiffened as her back arched. The pent up tension from the race was transformed into a massive orgasm, and it crashed down on her like a wave. Her eyes glossed over and everything went blank; it was just the two of them alone in this amazing cocoon of sexual passion.

Cat eventually came back to it, and opened her eyes to see a shirtless Seb removing the rest of his clothes. She didn't remember him taking his shirt off, and she reached forward to touch him, wanting to feel the hard muscle beneath his soft skin. She ran her hands over his chest, kissing him here and there, before moving down to strip him of the last of his clothes. Cat didn't hesitate to take him into her mouth, sucking softly and playfully at first, until she felt his hands on the back of her head. She repositioned herself so she was kneeling on the bed in front of him, one hand on the bed for support, one hand wrapped around the base of his cock.

Seb felt his knees getting weak, and while he loved what Cat was doing, he wasn't ready to let it end here. He reluctantly stopped her and pushed her back on the bed on her back and he climbed on top of her. Her legs fell naturally apart, just far enough for him to get in between and slide into her. "Fuck me," she whispered and bit her lip.

"I've been thinking about this the whole race" Seb breathed, and drove into her hard and fast until she came again, this time harder than the first orgasm. Seb's finish followed shortly after, unable to hold off any longer. They collapsed on the bed, totally spent, and murmured various cute things while they tried to catch their breath.

She curled around him and rested her head on his chest. As her head slowly stopped spinning and her brain came back into focus, she remembered the intensity of the race, and Seb's look after leaving his car. Was every race like this? Was this the effect racing had on him?

If so, Cat didn't mind. She smiled inwardly and let him wrap his arms around her, enclosing her in a secure embrace.

Cat wanted to enjoy the moment, but there were questions she needed answered. She closed her eyes and let herself melt into his grasp; feeling his arms around her made Cat feel safe. She knew the sex was most likely the result of some post-race high, or a misplaced emotion from losing to his younger, less experienced, teammate. Maybe he was just angry that he hadn't won, or made podium, or maybe there were some other lingering emotions from last year's race in Australia.