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Undercover 07
By Katzmarek
Author's note.
This work remains the property of the author and can't be used
for gain without the author's express consent in writing.
This story is fiction of a sexual nature. If you are liable to be
offended or it is illegal to view such literature then pass on,
friend.
Any views expressed or implied do not represent the personal
opinions of the author.
Part 7
"And now for the Pacific news," the radio said, "in the Kingdom
of Tonga, Moses A'oka, editor of the Tongan Weekly Revue, Tonga's
only independent newspaper, has been put under arrest and the
paper closed.
The Tongan State Prosecutor's Office announced that he has been
charged with a list that includes, sedition, possession of
narcotics, prostitution, corruption, racketeering and child sex.
Any one of these charges carries the death penalty in Tonga,
however the death sentence has never been carried out since the
London Missionary Society organised its Monarchist form of
government in the 19th century.
Opposition sources among the expatriate Tongan community in
Auckland have claimed the charges are false and designed to
prevent any criticism of the King, his family and their
advisors.
The Government has requested more information from the Tongan
High Commission here in Wellington."
Gray Treadwell was not listening to the radio, or indeed to his
cellphone bleeping to itself on the dash of his red Ferrari
Testarossa. Instead, he wallowed in Jerry Hanlon's spa pool
trying to gain a surreptitious peak at Jessica Dayshe's body,
floating just out of sight below the bubbles.
He had ascertained as she slid into the pool, that she had on a
black bikini. From what he had seen, she looked pretty good in
it.
"You're perving, stop it," Jess told him.
"I am not! Besides, you can't see anything," Gray replied.
"Oh, so how do you know if you weren't trying to look?"
"So, what have you got to show that I haven't seen before?"
"You're never going to find out."
"Suits me! You're too skinny anyway."
"What! Coming from the original stick figure, that's rich. What
do you have for dinner, coffee and cocaine? What time is it? When
do I get out of here?"
"One, I don't do drugs... two, like I have a watch... Three, the
same time as me and four, why the hell are you being so
hostile?"
"Me hostile? Oh, so I shouldn't be hostile that I've been
kidnapped? Sorry, I'll remember to smile when you rape me."
"Shit, what a drama queen! So you've been locked in a spa for an
hour?"
"Against my will! And with a moron!"
"At least I've got my pants on," Gray said, chuckling.
"Well keep them on."
"You should be so lucky."
Jess tried to close her eyes and relax. What else could she do?
At least she could try and enjoy the sensations of the warm
waters.
However the presence of Gray Treadwell, sitting on the other side
of the tub, kept drawing her eyes open. She simply didn't trust
him. She was afraid that if she weren't on the alert he would
swim over and... well.
The thought caused and itch between her legs, her nipples started
to throb. Jess furtively brushed a hand across her breasts and
felt the bumps poking through her bikini top. Reaching down, she
put her hand between her legs and felt a little jolt of
sensation.
'Damn,' she thought, 'I've got all horny!'
She peered across at Gray, he still had is eyes closed. Looking
down, she decided he couldn't see her erect nipples from his
angle and through the foaming water.
She peered across at Gray again. His shoulders were out of the
water, she could see he was bronzed from the Polynesian sun.
He put his hand up to brush away an errant lock of hair. Jess
noted his fingers were long, his hands smooth. She immediately
had a flash of those hands gently holding her. She tried to beat
it down but it came back quickly.
Jess felt Gray move and opened her eyes. He reached for a bottle
of Stella-Artois and took a swig.
"What are you looking at?" he asked, suddenly.
Jolted out of her thoughts, Jess asked.
"Could I have one of those beers? I'm thirsty."
Gray grabbed a fresh bottle and opened it. He then handed it
across to Jess. For a moment, their fingers touched. Jess felt a
desire to linger there, fingers touching, but suppressed it
quickly.
In front of her vision, was Gray's bronzed chest, smooth and
practically hairless, dripping with water. She involuntarily
licked her lips and put the bottle quickly to her mouth.
"So, you've been to the islands?" she said.
Opening his eyes he replied,
"Savai'i, Western Samoa," he said, lazily.
"Not Tonga?" she said, without thought.
"No, why?" he said, eyes open, staring at her.
"Nothing... it's a nice place... um... I... just thought you...
might have been there... that's all," Jess stumbled.
"I have. Have YOU been there?" he asked.
"No... um... just Rarotonga once... for a holiday... with my
family."
"Nice beaches," Gray said, closing his eyes again.
"Yes."
Chris ran her fingertips over the cheeks of Jerry Hanlon's arse.
They were slick with the sweat of the past half-hour of activity.
He pushed the 'receive' button on the intercom and bent his ear
to it.
"Anything?" Chris asked.
"Just some talking... can't make out anything over the background
noise."
"At least Jess's not karate-chopping him."
"Don't underestimate Gray. He can look after himself. The trouble
with Gray is he does too much talking. Why doesn't he just grab
her by the tits and..."
"Quite the romantic, aren't you?" Chris said, slapping him. "And
you can talk! I practically had to send you a photo of me naked
with my legs spread..."
"You should have. I could have put it there on the wall, over the
bed... only... I'd never sleep."
"Yes you would! You'd just kiss it goodnight, say, 'you were
great honey,' and roll over."
"Quite the married couple now, aren't we?" Jerry said.
"Don't say it!" snapped Chris, "we agreed... no commitments..."
"Just thinking..."
"Stop thinking!" Chris said, smiling.
"So, where else have you been?" Jess asked, trying to find a
topic of conversation.
"Everywhere, lots of places," Gray replied, vaguely.
"Such as?"
"What! Is this a police interview? Your pals asked me all this
crap..."
"Don't be defensive... just interested. YOU'VE entrapped ME,
remember?"
Gray gave a little chuckle. Jess noted that it lit up his face.
"Ok... Siberia, for instance."
"Siberia? Why?"
Gray took a deep breath. He shrugged his shoulders.
"An obsession. I'd always wanted to see Siberia since I was knee
high. I read about it somewhere, in a picture book when I was
little. I took the train, Moscow to Irkutsk, a month before
spring... hired a dacha out on the tundra... miles from anywhere.
They fly you out in a helicopter... no other way of getting
there, no roads."
"Wow!" Jess said, wide eyed.
"Yes," he went on, "I was by a frozen lake... it was dark and
cold. There was nothing to do but write and go ice fishing... a
bit of skiing and skating on the lake, if you were game.
They'd fly in my supplies once a week but only if the weather was
ok. Otherwise I had to make do... No phone, no pool, no pets...
pushing broom was optional."
"Like the song! 'King of the Road," my dad used to sing that... I
think it's his favourite," Jess brightened.
"Trailer for sale or rent," Jess began to sing, "rooms to let,
fifty cents...
And the cigarettes?" she chuckled.
"Flew them in too... Camels... Christ knows where they got them.
The Russians love them."
"And the women?" Jess smiled.
"None without fur and four legs... and they weren't friendly. I
was only going to spend a couple of weeks there but it became
months. Spring came and the tundra broke out in colour, just like
that."
He snapped his fingers.
"Carpets of flowering shrubs... wolves, bears and swarms of
insects... bitey things. They told me there were Tigers about too
but I never saw any sign. I think they were bullshitting me.
Rough humour, the Russians.
They picked me up about mid-May. Suddenly the whole of the Lake
Baykal region was full of tourists. Can you believe that? Mostly
Russians, and Germans, Scandinavians and Americans... all come to
the tundra for Spring... for that carpet of colour... by the end
of May, it all disappears. Weird!"
Gray had a far away look in his eyes.
"Penny for them?" Jess asked.
"What, oh, um... just thinking..."
Gray was silent for a while. He looked back at Jess and said,
"Sorry, I was just thinking up a story line."
"What's it about?"
Gray looked at Jess and gave her a Cheshire-cat grin.
"About this smooth dude who finds himself in a tub with a
beautiful woman."
Blushing, Jess asked him,
"What does he do?"
Gray looked at Jess straight in the eye, his face serious,
"Don't know... haven't got that far yet... um... our dude isn't
so good at reading people, see. He doesn't take chances... likes
to play it safe. He wants to kiss her... but doesn't know how to
ask."
"Oh!"
Jess looked away and thought for a while.
"Why doesn't he just say, ' may I have a kiss, please.' I'm sure
the girl wouldn't mind if he asked nicely."
"You think?" said Gray, "she wouldn't cry 'rape'?"
"Why should she? No harm in asking," Jess shook her head.
"You really don't know that much, do you Gray? You're a hoot. You
come over all confident... but you're just a boy, deep down.
You want a plan, a road map? With the destinations clearly marked
so you don't have any chance of getting lost. Well, sometimes you
just have to get out there, in the wild... and... and risk
getting your face slapped."
Gray looked abashed.
"Sure it hurts, Gray... but next time you learn to duck or you
learn to take it. But DON'T just hide in your burrow... and write
about it... instead... instead..."
"You talk a lot."
Jess subsided.
"Sorry... um... is the hour nearly up?"
"No watch."
"That's right... look I..."
"May I kiss you?" Gray asked suddenly.
"What? Oh... I guess... um... sure... just one... if you want."
As Gray advanced on her, Jess braced herself. She instinctively
closed her thighs together and moved them to one side so Gray
could sit next to her.
Gray touched her face with his hand and bent towards her lips.
Jess shut her eyes as their mouths touched. She immediately put
her own hand on his shoulder, preparing to push him away.
Gray kissed her chastely at first, just a peck of her lips, but
immediately closed in for another. This was a longer one, and
more satisfying.
As his mouth moved against hers once more, Jess felt a riot of
sensations coursing through her body. Her hand slipped from
Gray's shoulder around the back of his head. Panting, she asked
him.
"Gray... um... don't you think we should stop... before... um...
I don't want... oh... no further Gray."
She braced herself for the next kiss. Mouths clamped hard
together, tongues twisting furiously Gray's hot breath mingled
with Jess's. They broke and, between breaths Jess whispered to
Gray to turn off the bubbles. The air jets were becoming
annoying.
"ACTION!" yelled Jerry, triumphantly, "I can hear heavy
breathing!"
"Let me listen, let me listen," exclaimed Chris excitedly, "put
it between us so we can both hear."
Jerry put the intercom between their heads as they lay on the
bed. They grinned at each other like naughty children. Without
the background noise of the air bubbles, the sound was crystal
clear.
"Go Gray, go Gray... " Jerry began to chant. Chris followed with
a chant of her own,
"Go Jess, go Jess," until the two of them dissolved inlaughter.
Jerry and Chris moved their faces together so they nearly
touched, their ears rested on the speaker. Absently, Jerry began
to play with one of Chris's nipples. In response, she fingered
his erect cock.
Meanwhile, as Gray turned to shut off the jets, he absently
touched Jess on the breast with the back of his hand. He allowed
it to linger there while he closed the valve. As if he'd suddenly
realised, he moved it away, as he regained the bench.
"Sorry," he told Jess.
They kissed again, longer. When they broke, panting, she said,
"For?"
"Oh... um... I touched your..."
"Boob?"
"Yes."
"I thought you wanted to?"
"I do... but..."
"Then put it back."
Gray immediately palmed her right breast, it fitted snuggly in
his hand, her erect nipple pressed into his palm through the
fabric of her Bikini.
After some more kissing, through which Gray had manipulated
Jess's right nipple out of her top, Gray asked,
"So how far do you want to go?"
Breathing heavily, Jess replied,
"Till I say stop... I suppose."
"Jerry left a packet of condoms in the bottom of the beer
carton," Gray told her.
"How considerate of him."
"Do you want me to ask you?"
"No," said Jess, taking off her Bikini top, " just suck my
boobs."
Meanwhile, Chris was furiously jacking Jerry's cock. Jerry's
finger was working away on Chris's slippery pussy crack.
"Careful! You'll pull it off," he complained.
"Then find something to do with it then," Chris replied.
Jerry rolled on top of her,
"Open wide," he said.
"Show off," she said, "Ooo...oh"
On the other side of the house, Gray tongued Jess's nipples. Jess
mewed and stroked the back of his head. Gray moved off the bench
and knelt between her legs, it wasn't so tough on his back.
In that position, Gray's lower abdomen pressed into Jess's
crotch. Gray felt the hardness of her pubic bone against him. He
flexed his muscles in response.
Jess had slipped forward so the water practically lapped her
chin. She arched her breasts out of the pool as Gray first sucked
one, then the other. She was surprised how much of her breast he
could get into his mouth.
'Big mouth,' she thought and sniggered.
"What's the joke?" he said looking up.
Jess saw he was red-faced and breathing like a steam train.
"Nothing... I... I'll be under the water... soon... need to get
up..."
Jess pushed herself up with her hands, propping her elbows on the
side of the pool. Gray saw that the skin of her chest was flushed
with red blotches.
"I don't know why they say spas are so romantic," she puffed,
"bloody uncomfortable, if you ask me."
"Want a hand?" Gray said, standing up.
Gray's erection was directly in Jess's line of sight. She widened
her eyes, as it appeared, baton hard, straining his briefs.
"Huh, oh my... Gray," she exclaimed, her voice almost to a
whisper, "oh!" she said as Gray slid his briefs down his legs.
His cock popped out, pointing up at an angle away from hisbody.
"Gray I..." she began, running her eyes up the length of his
torso; "you keep in shape, don't you... for your age... Imean."
Her voice was tender.
"Baby I..." Jess started to say, swallowing, "I'd love to, but...
this pool... how? I mean the floor would kill my back and..."
Jess thought for a moment.
"FUCKING GET ON WITH IT!" Jerry yelled at the speaker, " THE
FLOOR, THE CEILING, WHO FUCKING CARES?"
"Shh," hushed Chris, "let them decide."
"Well for Christ's sake, stop diddling about..."
"Hey! Were you serious about the marriage thing?" Chris asked,
suddenly.
"Aw fuck, you pick a fine time..."
"Just asking..."
Jess reached out for Gray's cock and pulled it/him towards her.
"Here," she said and put her mouth over it.
She reached behind him and stroked his arse. She held onto his
cock with one hand and stroked him in time to her sucking.
"You done it before?" he asked.
Pulling off him, she replied,
"I've seen porno... and read your books..."
She bent once again to the task. After a few minutes, Gray began
to gasp. Jess pulled off him again and squeezed the end of his
penis.
"Don't," she panted, "not yet..."
"England looks bleak in the winter," Gray said.
"What... oh, 'think of England,' I get it... I need to get used
to your quips. Um... I think you're ready to spray me... I."
"I'm ok..." Gray puffed, "hop up on the edge."
Jess responded to the urgency in his voice and quickly heaved
herself out of the water.
"Lose the pants," Gray told her.
Jess lifted her bottom and pushed her Bikini briefs down. Bending
forward she pulled them off and threw them away.
"It's cold," she said, her arse squirmed.
"Open your legs," Gray demanded.
She quickly spread them wide. Gray fell on her brown furry pussy
with his tongue, probing, pushing at her, licking her.
"Oh... your tongue... oh... baby," Jess gasped.
"MUNCHIES," Jerry roared.
"Tell the neighbours!" Chris said.
"Way... to... go... Gray," he chanted.
Jess's body tensed, she threw her head back. Her mouth opened but
no words came out. Gray reached up and squeezed her pointed,
apple-sized breasts. Those same tits that won her 'Miss Country
Queen 1999.'
"God Gray... oh fuck... oh... that's... ooohhh... so good. Enough
now... ooohhh... Gray... sssstop... too...ow... sensitive."
Gray paused and licked the inside of her thighs. He continued to
manipulate her sex with his fingers, slowly.
"Oh god... wow... Gray... um... where are the condoms, baby? How
are we going to do this?"
"You want to fuck?"
"OF COURSE SHE DOES, YOU IDIOT!" yelled Jerry at the speaker.
"Shh," said Chris.
"You changed your mind?" asked Jess, smiling
"Just asking, being polite. Um... turn over... on your front."
"Yes! Of course... from behind," Jess said, turning around.
"You like that way?" Gray said, smoothing the rubber over his
cock.
"I'll tell you..."
"You've got one beautiful bottom, Miss Dayshe," Gray said,
exploring her back and arse cheeks with his hands.
Gray eased his erection into Jess's vaginal entrance. Their
heights were perfect and Gray found he didn't have to bend his
legs or stand on tiptoe. The water slapped at them as Gray began
a slow stroke. He reached around with his hand and cupped her
sex, caressing her in time to his thrusts.
"I knew it'd be good..." Jess whispered, under her breath.
"What?" Gray said, pausing.
"This... don't stop," she whined, "please keep... going."
Gray resumed, a little faster. Jess gave a little gasp at each
inward stroke.
"See Jerry, he takes his time," Chris whispered to her
boyfriend.
"Sounds like she's a screamer, I like screamers," her mate
replied.
Jess breath rasped, she pushed herself back at Gray in time with
his rhythm. Gray ran his hands up her back, down her sides and
cupped her breasts.
"Put your hand back," Jess said, urgently, "I like it..."
Gray pushed his fingers back over Jess's mound and rubbed her
button. Jess shuddered with the sudden pleasure and stabbed back
at him faster.
"OooOO... ooOO... ooOH," Jess hooted like an owl, except she
ascended the scale at the end. Gray rammed into her rapidly,
hammering her hips against the edge of the pool.
"Ow, ow, ow... Gray... stop... you're hurting me."
Gray pulled back and helped her up, she was weak and flopped in
his arms. Puffing, she told him,
"This has got to be the most uncomfortable place to make
love..."
Gray held her tight, his rapid breathing slowing down.
"I'm sorry, Jess, I..."
"No, no, it's just my legs... on the lip of the pool... I've got
a crease... look?"
Gray looked and massaged the spot with his hand. He couldn't
resist running through her pubic hair with his fingertips.
"What's that red light? On the wall, over there... is that a
speaker?"
Gray followed where she pointed and said,
"Intercom... Jerry has the house wired with them... there's one
in the kitchen, lounge and..."
"Bedroom?" Jess finished the sentence.
They both looked at each other.
"Tumbled!" Jerry said, "oops!"
"HANLON!" the speaker roared.
"Yes Gray," Jerry said, depressing the 'send' button.
"You can let us out now, ok? And can we borrow the spare room?"
Chris had rolled over on her back, laughing hysterically.
"Sure Gray," Jerry replied, "shall I turn back the covers?"
"JUST LET US OUT?" Gray and Jess yelled together.
Part 8 follows
Katzmarek
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