Send Shelby

Shit! This is so bad.

“Hey! Come on.” You pat Shelby’s leg. “Wake up, baby. Go do your job.”

“Huh?”

“Distract them,” you growl.

“Oh. Right,” Shelby says. “Ohh…” she moans, putting the vibe down. “Wow.”

You’re glad she enjoyed herself, but this is not the time. You and Delilah drag her upright and give her a push.

“OK, OK,” she says, wobbling off among the racks of wine bottles.

Delilah grabs your hand, and you follow her in the opposite direction, going down a little hall with stone walls and then down a staircase to another room of the basement. This is where the boiler is. You can hear it humming and feel the heat. Actually, it’s a bit nicer down here due to the warmth.

OK. You should be safe. You let out a sigh of relief, and Delilah is still trying not to die with laughter.

“Come on,” she says. “That was pretty fun.”

Delilah is adventurous as hell. You used to think you were cool, but you would much rather get lewd in private in a bedroom… not on the run in a basement. But Delilah is loving it. Is this a turn on for her? She answers that question for you by throwing her arms around you, squeezing you tight, and planting her mouth on yours. That just takes all the thinking and uncertainty out of it. Her hands run up and down your toned back, and you do the same to her smooth one. Her skin is perfect, you can’t get enough of it, and the hungry way she kisses you is incredible.

It’s amazingly easy to get lost in it, and you go with it when she pushes her tongue into your mouth and guides your hand with hers. She’s dripping wet, and it feels very natural and organic as you explore between her legs and she starts to move her hips with your hand. You never stop kissing her as you tease, then find her clit with your middle finger, savoring her gasps and shudders as you control her whole body with just the tip of your finger. You stop and break the kiss, leaving her panting so you can nuzzle her neck. She begs in your ear in a whisper, pushing her sweaty body against yours, then kissing you again. Her hands slide down your back to your rear and dig in with nails, pulling you impatiently.

You can feel the beads of arousal dripping down your own thighs, but you’re focused on her. You find the button again, and this time you let her have it. Her firm thighs shudder and shake as she cums. You cover her mouth with your hand, and there’s just enough light to look into her eyes.

You lean against her as she recovers.

“Oh, baby,” she breathes.

“Mm hmm,” you reply, kissing her lightly on the lips and rubbing your fingers, damp with her juices, up her thigh and over her hip, caressing her body. “Can it be might turn?”

She giggles, then licks her lips. “I’m gonna make you scream,” she promises.

That reminds you… you are kind of in the middle of something.

“Wait a second,” you say, wondering how much time has passed. “The paint.”

“Oh shit,” she says, her voice shaking a bit.

You left it behind. You can fool around down here, but you need that paint if you’re going to pull this off.

“Hold that thought,” you tell her, stepping away. Delilah straightens up, running her hands over her body and pushing her hair out of her face. You’re both a sweaty mess, and now you stink of sex. That is… not something that will bother CCL.

You creep back up the stairs and into the basement, making your way back to the spot where you and Delilah got Shelby off. Huh…

You frown. The paint is gone. Did Shelby take it? Maybe she hid it for you so that if the officers came down looking for it, they wouldn’t find it so easily.

You notice something that you must not have seen earlier. It’s sort of hanging up in the shadows. What is that? It looks like… a peach emoji. That doesn’t really fit in with these antiques.

What to do? Check out that peach? Or go searching for the paint?