Why Not?

“That sounds like fun.”

She gives you a lusty smile. “Glad to hear it, Marsha. I’ll meet you at the restaurant in ten minutes.”

She struts off leaving your view of her shiny silver covered ass. The fact that you are attracted to her surprises you. You surmise it may the spectacular orgasm you had from her tongue. Just thinking about it makes you shiver.

You poke around the lobby a bit more and find nothing. You head to the restaurant. An ice sculpture of a serpent in a tree sits in the waiting area. The decorations are elaborate.

You see Deborah walk in wearing a skintight red dress. You marvel at how fast she got changed.

“Hello again, Marsha. I reserved us the best table in the place.”

The hostess, a gorgeous woman in her own right, looks rather plain next to Deborah. She ushers you to your table. Deborah is right. It is next to a window overlooking the ocean.

You look over the menu, debating between an array of expensive items and a salad.

Deborah grins. “If you order a salad, I’ll order the filet and we can split it. Sometimes us girls need to share a nice slab of meat.”

You smile. “Sounds wonderful.”

You try to keep the conversation to small talk as you are undercover and haven’t memorized Marsha Samuel’s entire life.

As you nibble on cream brûlée, you ask. “Can I get a tour of the spa?”

She laughs. “I’ll have to get that ok’d by my boss. You should get a treatment though. It’ll make you feel like a new girl.”

“I’m just a little nervous to go without seeing it.”

“I’ll see what I can do. How about a tour of some of the highlights?”

You nod and she takes your hand. You follow her outside. It is a beautiful clear night. The moon is full and the path to the beach is easy to see. As you reach the beach Deborah sheds her dress.

She gives you an encouraging look. You slip out of your dress.

You walk toward the crashing surf.

“Don’t you love it out here? You can’t do this at most resorts.”

You nod.

She turns and grabs your ass. You fall to the sand. Deborah slides her sex over your face while beginning to lick yours. Her breasts press against your abs and you realize they’re real.

You begin to lick her sex, eager to give her as much pleasure as she’s given you.

As the tide comes in, you lap on each other’s shores until you both cum.

Deborah rolls to your side. “I really think I’m falling for you, Marsha.”

You realize you’ve commuted a rookie undercover mistake. You’ve gotten involved. You try to come up with a good response.

“You’re just saying that because I’m rich.”

She laughs. “I guess now I’ll have to prove my intentions. I need to get back.”

You enjoy the moonlight light a bit more before heading back. As Deborah heads off you wonder how you are going to deal with her.

You are still having angst as you drift off to sleep.