by Nash, M. G.
“Oh, my, you are the big, papa bear” chided Carrie. Moving her arms to his shoulders she raised just enough to feel the tip of his penis stroke her vagina.
“That’s me, and I’m ready to eat your porridge,” he teased. Putting his hands at her waist, Bob lifted Carrie and thrust up so he filled her. She braced her legs at the back of the tub and arched so he could fill her again. Their motions set a rhythmic wave in the tub. Carrie could hear little splashes over the side as they rode the waves together. Bob buried his face between Carrie’s breasts and kissed each one while he pumped into her. Their moans could be heard over the soft music and just as Bob felt her muscles tighten, he drew her down for a deep kiss thrusting his tongue into her and nipping on her lower lip. They came together, panting and letting the waves roll over them.
Once Bob caught his breath, he ran his hands down Carrie’s back. “Come on, love, I want to dry you off and lay with you on the deck where we can feel the sun on our skin.”
Pushing her back to lie in the water, he stepped out grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist. Getting a towel for Carrie, he took her hand steadying her as she stepped out into his arms. He brought the towel around her back settling it to her waist leaving her breasts exposed. “I love how pink they are from the hot water,” he praised leaning forward to kiss them.
“I think they still want you, Bob,” teased Carrie, rubbing them against his chest.
“We have all night to be together, Carrie. I promise to kiss every lovely inch of your body. Right now I have to run back upstairs and put the groceries away. I’m cooking a special dinner for you tonight.”
“Oh, that sounds lovely. I’ll meet you on the deck." She turned to stroll into the bedroom but made a brief detour into the closet once he stepped outside. She had something planned for later but the deck might be the perfect place for it.
Reaching in her nightstand, Carrie pulled out new black silk hose slipping them up to her thighs. Then she pulled on her black stilettos and walked out onto the deck. Leaning over the rail to look at the cliff and out to the sea, she let the afternoon breeze cool her body until Bob walked up behind her.
“Woman, your legs go on forever in those heels,” he admired, running his hand across the lacy tops of the hose. He sat down on the lawn chair and kissed Carrie’s butt while tracing his hand down her leg. She looked down watching him with a twinkle in her eyes.
“Come have a glass of wine with me, love. You’ll drive me crazy standing there with nothing but those stockings on.”
Carrie looked over her shoulder and winked at him. “That’s the plan, Bob, sometimes I like to surprise you,” Carrie teased. Do you still have my other black stocking stuffed in your jacket pocket?”
“Oh, yes. I’d forgotten it was there till I reached in my pocket during a meeting this week and touched it. I’m sure I turned red for a second before I recovered.” He took her hand and guided her to the lawn chair next to him.
“Let’s toast our new beginning. Here’s to living together and loving it,” Bob smiled as he touched his glass to Carrie’s. “I just got news from the motel while I was upstairs. Juanita left a message telling me they have detained Miguel and hope to get a confession from him. He walked right up to the property like he owned it already.”
“Oh, Bob, that is great news. Do you think the worst is over now?” Carrie stretched back lifting her arm overhead resting it on the back of the chair so her breasts were thrust high and her legs were at their longest.
Leaning forward, Bob shook his head. “I won’t be satisfied till we send a letter to the timeshare company that we have evidence to use against them if they don’t back off. However, that decision is not up to me, Jose and Alfredo will have to decide since they live there. It affects them more than me.”
Carrie turned and lifted her silky leg to place it between Bob’s. She pressed gently so her stiletto rested at his naked crotch. “You’re a clever man, Bob. I guess we should wait to call Mary until we know all the details.” She flexed her leg to push lightly on Bob’s penis.
“You’re a clever girl,” Bob returned, “I think I know what’s on your mind,” he winked as he lifted her foot out of the stiletto and began massaging it. He took his time working the muscles and between the toes. “I think you want more attention,” he murmured sucking her big toe into his mouth.
“That does feels sexy through the silk,” commented Carrie watching him begin to work his way up her leg. He paused at the mid-thigh lacy top. Lifting it, he blew hot air into the hose and kissed her leg before letting the lace fall back into place. Turning his head, he kissed his way up her thigh to her stomach. Her skin felt cool with the late afternoon breeze and his tongue was hot dipping into her navel.
“I simply didn’t get enough of you,” Carrie murmured stretching provocatively and opening her legs wider as an invitation.
“I think these black silk hose bring out your alter ego, Carrie.” He leaned down to blow a kiss across her stomach and then crawled between her legs to rub his moustache back and forth over her mound.
“I’m going to love you with my tongue,” he whispered low, lacing his fingers in her hands and burying his face in her muffin. With alternating kisses and love bites he worked Carrie into frenzy. Holding tight to his hands, Carrie felt her orgasm rising. Just as she started to lift her hips, he pressed down and drove his tongue into her labia. Suckling the top of her clitoris with his lips, his tongue worked its magic until she squeezed his hands and shuddered in a climax.
“Oh, I needed that,” she cried between pants. Bob kissed her mound and her silky legs. “Promise me you will wear these often, they turn me on, too” was Bob’s husky reply. They lay together on the chair wrapped around each other till the sun disappeared.
“Let’s go cook dinner together,” Bob invited when he stood and stretched, then reached for Carrie’s hand. “You can be my French maid in those stockings.”
Chapter 25
Things were not going so well for Miguel as he stared at the policeman in front of him. He thought Jose had been exaggerating, but his hands were clammy from fear now that he saw the badge and handcuffs on the desk.
“Miguel, Jose and Alfredo here want me to just turn you over to the Jacada family and let them bury you in cement. What do you think about that? I’ll call Felix and tell him you’re the rat that turned him in.”
Miguel looked at their solemn faces and back to the officer. “You’re supposed to protect me, man. I’ve offered to give information so I can get a deal.”
Alfredo stood up and walked over to Miguel, “We don’t need your information, Miguel. We already know everything from Mary’s computer. You met and emailed with Felix Jacada to carry out a sabotage plan at Pleasure Cove so his family could buy this place for Royal Hacienda at a rock bottom price. We have the trash bag you stuffed in the boat, and a witness that you tampered with a plane on our motel property.”
“Here’s what I want to know,” interrupted Jose as he stood to circle Miguel’s chair. “What did you do to spoil the salsa in the bar? I know you came here to gloat today at all the sick people.”
Miguel snickered, “Do you think I’m stupid, Jose? I’m not talking unless I have a deal. You can’t prove it was me who did all these things.”
“You don’t get a deal,” retorted the officer getting in his face, “Because I don’t like you. I’ll bring Felix in and make him sweat. Maybe he’ll roll over on you.”
The blood drained from Miguel’s face. He looked up at the three men circling him and dropped his head.
“Cuff him and throw him in jail,” urged Jose, “I want this scum out of my office.”
The officer leaned over the desk to reach the handcuffs while grabbing Miguel’s arm. “Lean forward and put your hands behind your back.”
“Wait. Wait! You don’t know everything. You just think you do,” pleaded Miguel pulling his hands loose and throwing them up in front of himself for protection.
“What can you p
ossibly tell me that I don’t already know?” the officer demanded with his hands on his hips towering over Miguel.
“It’s true that Felix had a contact inside Royal Hacienda. They had a plan to buy up properties all the way from Cabo San Lucas north to Los Suenos. They wanted to sell exclusive memberships so pilots and internationals could fly directly into a Royal Hacienda Resort. They would give them boat access to each of the resorts along the coast so guests would travel privately and stay as long as they want.
“Did the Los Suenos Resort even know what Felix was doing?” asked Alfredo. I know several people there so I can confirm your story. We found one of their security badges on our beach a couple of week ago.”
“What?” stammered Miguel. “No, I don’t know,” he shook his head in confusion. “I only dealt with Felix who’s a security manager at Jacada. He wanted to make his own mark, and he said this place looked easy.” Miguel threw Jose a nasty look.
“I guess we’re not so easy, cardon,” hissed Jose as he kicked Miguel’s chair. Alfredo stepped up and pulled Jose back.
Looking at the police officer, Alfredo walked around the desk. “I’m going to follow a hunch that Los Suenos knows nothing about Felix’s little plan. This sounds like an over-eager cousin trying to muscle his way into management.”
Turning to Jose, Alfredo asked, “If we leave you and Miguel for a few minutes, do you promise not to kill him? I can make one phone call to Los Suenos and confirm Miguel’s story.”
Jose threw an angry glare at Miguel and nodded. The security guard was still holding the gun so Miguel wouldn’t dare try to escape. “I want another security guard outside the door just in case he tries something stupid.”
Heading for the door, Alfredo nodded and asked Jose very quietly, “Do you think Juanita has any new information on the timeshare company?”
“I don’t know. You should check,” Jose murmured. As Alfredo left with his friend, he called out to a security guard passing by. “Bring your gun and stay right here.” He stopped to turn and glare directly at Miguel before closing the door.
Exiting the back door of the motel, Alfredo walked toward the rear of the building where the new construction continued. It was quiet for the holiday and the men had complete privacy.
“Do you believe him?” Alfredo asked as he turned to face his friend. “I really can call someone but I’d rather not play that card if I don’t have to.”
“I think Miguel is telling us what he thinks is the truth. This sounds just like a corporate move. They usually work two-three layers deep so they have protection all around them. Miguel is the perfect fall guy for them.”
“Judging by the way he’s sweating, I don’t think you can trust Miguel to give any more information. He was ready to roll over after an hour of questions,” stated Alfredo, “I could try one more bluff with Los Suenos to see if he spills anything else.”
“I would like a chance to talk with Felix. Let me call headquarters and have them run a file on him. I want to know what else he had done lately. Why don’t you check in with your office, Alfredo, while I check him out?”
Jose paced the room angry that he was tired and hungry and hadn’t seen his family in twenty-four hours. “We changed the locks at Mary’s house, idiota, if you get out of this alive, grab your boxes on her back patio and we never want to see your face again in this village, understood?”
“Understood, I’ll be happy to leave this place behind,” mumbled Miguel. “You’ll never be able to pin anything on Felix. The company lawyers will protect him.”
“I have my own ideas in mind for Senor Felix. My guess is he’s just like you – a punk trying to weasel his way to the top.” Jose stopped and stared at Miguel. “You know you’re looking a little peaked there, Miguel, would you like a shot of tequila? It might help you grow some backbone. I can bring a few chips and salsa from the bar.”
Miguel sneered at Jose. “I would have loved to see your face when people starting puking from the bad salsa. I soaked those tomatoes in pesticide water. It’s a little trick I picked up in Mazatlán.”
“You’ll be wishing for bad tomatoes when you eat the gruel they serve in a Mexican jail,” promised Jose picking up the phone to check in with the front desk. It was time to set up for the evening buffet. He needed to return to the bar.
Alfredo knocked lightly on the door before entering with the police officer. They walked straight to Miguel’s chair. “We are having you arrested for sabotage and food tampering,” Alfredo announced. This officer is taking you to Tiajuana so it will be harder for your friend, Felix, to find you. By the way, we called Los Suenos and they have never heard of Felix Jacada or the Jacada family so that makes you the fall guy.
Miguel stood defiantly shouting, “No.”
Shoving him back down, “Let me have the pleasure,” Jose scoffed as he grabbed the cuffs and put them on Miguel’s wrists. Jerking him up, he turned him over to the security guard. “Walk him to the police car.”
Chapter 26
Jose stood watching as Alfredo drove away with Miguel in cuffs. Then he headed for the bar to pour himself a drink. He had a motel to run, and he was still stinging from Miguel’s crude remarks about him being an 'easy mark.' He shook his head in disgust. Do I really need that banker setting a budget for me? He thought. He swallowed his tequila and shook his head. Damn, I didn’t want Bob to be right again, but I’m afraid he is. Maybe I’ll talk to Juanita tomorrow, he thought. She may have some ideas to help me get organized. At least the family trust would protect us from this mierda ever happening again. Maybe it would be worth it after all.
The next morning Bob read over Juanita’s computer report. It summarized how Miguel walked right into Pleasure Cove never expecting a trap. Juanita felt certain that Felix was working by himself and used Miguel to do his dirty work at the motel. Bob was not surprised to learn that Felix was just a minion trying to impress the timeshare company. His phone rang breaking his concentration and he was surprised to hear Mary’s gravelly voice.
“My boxes arrived from Pleasure Cove,” she reported, “So the computer is here in San Diego if you need to use it again.”
“No, it looks like Miguel is gone, Mary. Jose changed the locks on your doors and boxed up anything that looked like his. You don’t have to worry about him in your life anymore,” Bob explained gently.
“Thank you, Bob, another chapter closes and a new one begins,” Mary summed up sagely. “How’s Carrie doing?”
Smiling into the phone, Bob replied, “She’s still here and doing well.”
“Good, you hold onto her as long as you can, Bob. Maybe, I’ll drop by in a couple of weeks when I drive up to the Laguna Art Show.”
“We’d love to see you, Mary, give us a call when you’re in town,” Bob finished. He laid the phone down and heard Carrie behind him. She walked into his office only wearing her thong and carrying her coffee mug.
“Did I hear Mary’s name?” she asked coming to sit casually on Bob’s lap.
“Yes, she got her boxes from Jose and she really sounds happy that Miguel is gone,” said Bob as he took her mug and set it on the desk.
Linking her arm around his neck, Carrie kissed him on the cheek. “I noticed you didn’t tell her what a rat fink Miguel turned out to be.”
“No need to rub her nose into an error in judgment. I think this is all behind us. The boys just have to decide what to do next. I still think the trust would be a good idea.” He looked at Carrie and asked, “Would you like to go to Pleasure Cove this weekend and roll around on the sand with me?”
Carrie looked surprised then gave him a quick kiss as she wiggled in his lap, “I’d love to get you away from this desk for a few days.” He pulled her further into his arms.
“We’re delivering hospital supplies to the clinic in the village,” Bob explained. “One of the doctors we have on contract is letting me use his plane. It’s a tax deduction for a humanitarian cause.” He ran his finger down Carrie’s nose, “And just so
you know, my dear, it does have auto pilot. That is cruise control to you.”
“Oh, Bob, that is fantastic,” she cried giving him a hard kiss. “I can’t wait to undress you when we’re in the clouds- just you and me and all those controls. She held his head in her hands. “Will the tower be listening in?” she whispered as she looked at him seductively.
Bob shook his head laughing, “No, just you and me and the clouds. But, this plane has a console between the pilot chairs. It will be like making out in a car with bucket seats.”
“Don’t you worry, honey, I’ll pack a pillow so I can stretch across the console. Maybe I’ll buy you a Captain’s hat and some of those epaulets to put on your shirt.”
Bob pulled her close and whispered, “Maybe we should get in some practice now?”
“Oh,” she whispered temptingly, “Can I take a rain check? I have a work phone conference in thirty minutes. But, I do think practice makes perfect,” she touched his face.
“Sure.” Bob patted her on the butt as she stood grabbing her coffee mug. “What do you say we try sunset on the deck in the lawn chairs? We can practice then.”
Carrie looked back as she left his office, “It’s a date.” Heading to her work space she pulled out her notepad and wrote quickly: pack a pillow, find a captain’s hat. She grinned as she sat down to prepare for the work conference.
Chapter 27
The days passed quickly as Bob and Carrie both worked long hours so they could leave early Friday morning for the weekend. The energy hummed in her body as she quickly packed her carry-on. She saved the hat and pillow to stuff on top so she could pull them out quickly once they were airborne.
With a sense of anticipation she mused to herself, I feel like I’ve been sipping champagne. "Hey, wouldn’t that be nice,” she whispered running to the fridge to see if there was a bottle tucked at the bottom. She pulled out a bottle of Brut and wrapped it in a towel before stuffing it in her bag.
