Flustered

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" Cried the woman as she tried to cover herself as best as she could.

"Umm... don't worry you looked... nice." Said the gentleman trying to be nice but it didn't quite come out right. The woman flushed red at this comment and slid back down into the pool. "Well anyway I'll just be going now." He said while awkwardly stumbling away, trying to hide his semi hard cock.

Gracie had been waiting there for a long time and was getting bored so she decided to move things along a bit. Gracie carried the woman out of the safe space of the pool and walked inside. After a bit of navigating Gracie found the restaurant where she recognised the club's president Owen Hunter. He was known throughout the town by reputation alone and was sitting with his wife at a long table. The table also seated a lot of senior members and their families which Gracie vaguely recognised but couldn't put any names to faces.

Gracie lowered Owen's suit pants and boxers so he was just sitting at the table with his dick hanging out. With some careful manoeuvring, the blonde woman was now under the table with both hands placed on Owen's right and left legs and his dick was in her mouth.