The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 19

Love Undercover

by Nicole Bright

The storm rattled the windows while Vic shuffled to shut them one by one. Wilhemina asked that he leave one opened just a bit. Vic flopped down on the bearskin rug, spooning her in the upstairs lounge. He yawned sensuously as he stretched out beside her.

“You going to be at it much longer?” he said. Vic reached down and unhooked his leather chaps. Vic’s short, muscled body was a stark contrast to Wilhemina’s pale, frail one. A sign she was maybe on the run, she reflected.

Vic had a show in another couple of hours. Wilhemina envied him. She thought about how differently her life would have been if she had lived her dream. She had tried. After she tidied a few things, Wilhemina would begin to recreate the past she’d left behind… That was how it was when your world was murder…

“Tying up some ends,” Wilhemina said.

She’d met the long-haired rocker in Philly. Wilhemina had picked up a duffle from a thrift shop and struck Vic with the bag while she was on her way out the door.

“That’s my meat and veg, lady,” Vic smiled.

“And a big one too,” Wilhemina had complimented.

She was about to cop a cup of coffee at the corner Internet café when Vic happened in. He smiled and she returned the gesture, prepared for the usual. Wilhemina had a timeless beauty. Not by any standards that she went by, but society’s filters singled her type as a “hottie.”

Raven-haired, statuesque and put together like an Amazonian brick house, she felled whistles and remarks regularly. She was even pegged as a ringer for Princess Diana of Paradise Island… Which she figured she’d stop trying to deny… Her last name was Prince. Why not act the part and own it? Oren Victor had walked up to the café bar and ponied-up five Ones and a key to a Harley — Wilhemina knew a set of keys from a Hog when she saw them — which he put on top of the bill.

“Five bucks says you want a warm bed and a hot shower right about now,” the biker-impressionist said.

“I’d kill for it,” Wilhemina said.

“I got a bike outside,” he said.

“What’s in for me?” Wilhemina asked him.

“A deep massage,” ‘Vic’ had answered. “And I’m not even Swede.”

That got her moist. “You hit all the right places?” she asked. “’Mina,’” Wilhemina said eyeing him.

“Beauty and attitude…” the guy smiled. “I’ll get you off the streets,” he said.

“I’m not that hard up,” Wilhemina said.

She glanced to her side and saw the biker-impersonator had left the café. He had jumped on his cycle. After he lit a cigarette and looked up, who he wanted to see was right at his side.

“’Wilhemina’ I take it, is your whole name? he said.

“It’s quite a mouthful, isn’t it?” she noted.

“Maybe,” he said.

Wilhemina swung a long leg behind the guy. Her rump settled neatly as she clasped her hands around his hips. “You’re one helluva lay… Aren’t you?” she said.

“How many men have fallen at your side ‘Amazon’?” he said.

“Careful. I might be an axe murderer,” she predicted.

“Of course you are.”

“What’s one more?” Mina had said.

The guy smiled a slow, heated grin.

***

Damn it if the rocker hadn’t told the truth. He was light years ahead from the lies Mina had told. Oren “Vic” Victor had her juices tapped and primed, and ready to flow. He had her corked on his tumescent erection, which was about as thick as his wrist. Mina checked her stomach in the floor-length mirror. She could see herself lulled to and fro by Vic’s hands in his immaculately decorated Rock Star crib.

Posters and concert photographs were framed in what must have been gold, and they lined the entire space. Vic had asked she strip off all her clothes and leave her heels on. Pretty cocky of him to presume she would, but he let his dick do all his talking, she discovered. Vic showed her a generous selection of women’s shoes following many a gratuitous shag of far too many babes to recount. She had no problem being the notch he poked on his belt next. A shag was significantly more appealing than being pursued by the police…

***

Wilhemina stepped off the transit line and crossed to the thrift shop. The little woman at the counter brightened when Wilhemina approached. “Hi, remember something else you like?” she asked.

“Hello. You’ve seen me before,” Wilhemina said.

“Day before yesterday. You got a bit of sun since?” she said.

“Yes…” Wilhemina answered. “Was I in here alone?

“Don’t know. We have some new things. Arrived this morning… Would you like to see any of them? the woman said.

“Have anything like I bought last the time?” Wilhemina asked.

Where the suspect was, Wilhemina wasn’t. But where she was now, so was Wilhemina. She had almost been tracked three weeks back — almost. And now Wilhemina found her trail again…

***

Things went south over a year ago when she had stopped at a fast food eatery. She had fielded an altercation with a bimbo who had dropped her clutch. The girl told Wilhemina to watch her step and they both knelt to grab their items when she and Wilhemina thwacked heads. Wilhemina lifted a brow then pushed her ID to the big-breasted girl. They exchanged a glance. The younger girl caught on pretty quickly and realized the opportunity: she and Wilhemina looked similarly identical — Wilhemina having a good five years on the girl.

The girl put her hand over Wilhemina’s license. Wilhemina picked up the girl’s ID. When they stood the girl grabbed Wilhemina’s arm. Wilhemina spun around and the collegiate slipped another card into Wilhemina’s hand. She stepped back to exit the diner and mouthed “Thank you” before she plowed out the door.

Wilhemina had put the card in her jacket and made beeline for the john when a lady cop intercepted.

“What’s in your pocket?” she questioned and Wilhemina handed over the laminated rectangle. “This you?” the cop asked.

“Leigh ‘Mina’ Marley,” Wilhemina answered. “3-4-6 Valley Circle, University Drive,” she finished.

Wilhemina had to do a double take. If she believed Leigh ‘Mina’ Marley and her were look-alikes, then the officer standing in front of her was her doppelganger. Leigh and Wilhemina may have resembled the other, but this woman was one for real — a ‘dead ringer.’ The cop looked her over. She handed back the University identification card. “Greener pastures… right?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Wilhemina answered as ‘Mina.’

Wilhemina had glanced at the school ID before the cop found her. Outside she watched as the police woman drove by. The cop drove by the girl looked across to Wilhemina. The girl nodded. Wilhemina copycatted her.

“Seems we both dodged the bullet today,” Wilhemina said under her breath.

Her plan to protect the girl’s past had worked, separately from her boss’s P.I.’s plans… Because she‘d already uncovered he had a line to organized crime… She’d had enough with crime, alleged murder, crime and personal unfinished police drama. Then the attacks in the city began…

***

Mina turned her attention from her reflection to Vic. The feelings he stirred in her intensified the closer he edged near her pussy. Vic worked his tongue inside her, attempting to hum her deftly.

“Mmmm, hell, you taste good,” Vic murmured. “Let me at that lotus, feed me your nectar baby,” he moaned.

Mina pushed back into his hands that cupped her fanny. She was tall and her Amazonian height gave her legs for days. Mina raised her thighs and let her ankles lock around Vic’s head. That made him even more agile. He was ready to throw a fuck into her so pleasing and satisfying it would make her cry.

He did.

“You like that baby…” Vic mumbled, licking her pussy lips.

Usually Mina used men for sex. They were fine enough while they were in bed, but this one…

“Mmm,” Mina moaned. Vic had pulled the two of them to their sides.

Vic eased Mina back and parted her legs. He lifted a leg over his shoulder and leered, hungry to slurp Mina’s pussy juices. He dipped his scratchy tongue from her hole to her clitoris and bit down. He understood a woman… Mina cried out loud.

Vic lifted her leg higher and pushed his chin against Mina’s cleft. He ate her and nibbled her nub feeling tiny trickles of honey leak down her thigh. Vic sucked the juices down and gnawed at her cunt, eating her out more.

“Come on, baby, give me what you got,” Vic said. “Give me all that cunny,” he groaned.

Vic rose up on his elbows and placed his palms around Mina’s cunt lips. He formed the shape of an Ace and he opened Mina gently. Her core popped apart and winked, driving Vic into hard male heat. He shoved his nose and tongue right down Mina’s middle. Her eyes flew open when she felt the vibrations of tongue fucking inside. She was exposed thoroughly. Little wisps of joy escaped from her while her sex-crazed rocker ate her on his second course. She quivered as he talked right up into her cunt.

“Baby, you pussy is so wet. So tight and precious,” he moaned. “Let go and give me all that delightful sugar…”

Mina threw her head back before Vic could swallow. She bucked and her pussy clenched as she clamped down on Vic’s face. Then her inner depths released. Spurts of warm vaginal nectar sluiced around his chin and shot up over his face. Mina doused him with deluge after deluge of delectable Amazon come. He fought to capture and swallowed more of the fragrant juices only a demi-goddess could create. After several waves of orgasm, Mina finally released her hold on Vic.

Vic ran his fingers threw his rocker-long hair. It was damp from Mina’s multiple orgasms. He smiled; joyous he was the lucky bastard that got the ambrosia of the gods.

Mina rolled him onto his back. She pushed his arms over his head and dropped her breasts to his chin. He suckled on them like a baby. Mina pressed her buttocks to his erection and rubbed against him. Vic dropped his head to the rug happily defenseless. Mina rubbed her pussy up and down Vic’s shaft, looked at him and kissed his eyelids. She kissed his nose, his chin, his nipples, down to his navel.

Vic hissed. “Ooh, baby. Slip you tongue in and out of me. Like that,” he said.

Vic tried to get up but Mina overpowered him. She told him to wait. “Don’t come. I have something for you,” she said.

“What is it? Tell me,” Vic begged.

“I’m going to set you free,” Mina said…

***

Detective Nate Jericho looked down the ravine. The ground around it was scorched. The smell of what was inside the car was reeled of stench. He paced the scene. Officers and state patrol chalk-marked tire treads and taped off the far end of the highway. Nate stopped at one spot of the ground. One forensics jockey ran to the brush to empty his stomach. Nate shook his head. He recognized the M.O. He turned to a patrol officer and handed him a card.

“Is it her?” the patrol officer asked.

“Forensics will tell us. If there’s anything left to talk about,” Nate said.

Fed up with empty leads, Nate drove back to the city. He stopped at an all-night bistro when his phone signaled a text had come in. He knew who was behind the string of attacks that peppered the stateside. He knew the driver of the car. There wasn’t any proof corroborating another suspect. He knew who would be blamed too…

He ordered his usual and called up the message. Forensics had made an ID. Lights dimmed in the bistro several times before thrumming back to life. Nate looked at his convertible wishing he could hop in and drive away… anywhere… The destination didn’t matter; because the journey was set up to become someone’s destiny. The last ever seen… Nate took out his wallet to pay for the drink and saw the strip of pictures snapped when he had been at the Boardwalk.

***

How long was it since he and Wilhemina met? One year… Two? She was playing a game of sharpshooter when he heard her bubbly laugh. He came around to see who everybody was gamming and hawing about and shoved his way to find the most stunningly woman he’d ever seen. She was gorgeously tall and heavenly stacked. He kept thinking she could have been a goddess from another time…

When the beauty asked for a challenger he leapt up to the mini-range before anyone else could step. He was Alpha-male and the lady he was about to take on knew it. He gave his best and so did she and they wound up hovering around the Boardwalk for hours. The lady seemed to find everything about him interesting. He wanted to know everything about her.

“I’m better than you,” he said taking her hand in his.

“You dream big,” his goddess said. “You know we tied,” she laughed.

He laughed too and when he drew her in for a kiss, everything and everyone around them faded. There was just the two of them.

“I don’t belong here,” the beauty told Nate.

“Where do you belong?” Nate asked.

“With you,” she said after a long pause.

“You feel it? This pull between us?” Nate said. “It’s like an electric thrum I never knew was possible.”

“I know. I feel it too,” the beauty said.

They walked along the beach after Nate had dragged the lady to take photos. He pulled her onto his lap and the two of them made faces until they laughed with tears. Nate tore a section of the photo strip and gave the photos to his beauty. When he saw the mist tint her eyes, he did it. They kissed. He wanted her and he told her his intentions. She turned to stare at the ocean. “All right,” she finally said. “Out there,” she nodded to an outcrop of rocks several miles from the shore.

Nate told her they couldn’t. They needed permission from the law.

“You’re the law,” the lady said. She had smiled at Nate’s reaction. “No one makes every target at a game like sharpshooting unless it’s a hobby or they have trained with firearms,” she said.

“What made you think I’m someone who holds firearms?” Nate prodded.

That was when he saw the lady gaze down at his hip. He looked back up at her almost as fast. “Don’t say it,” he begged.

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” the beauty said, going for it.

Nate was taken, hook, line and mystery woman. And he’d arranged for a hydrofoil to take them to the embankment off the coast, but they never made it…

Nate rubbed a hand over his forehead. He looked up and nearly bumped over the bar chair. The rain had picked up. He was two for zero. No leads, only one suspect.

And he’d left the convertible roof cover down.

“Shit,” Nate grumbled.

***

The paper reported the rock concert was the biggest attraction of the century. Wilhemina read it was nothing short of Heavy Metal reborn. She scoured the Personals: nothing. She skimmed the rest of the headlines and pages — and jostled the paper back to the second page.

She read the headline below the concert column in cold, uncaring print: “Vocalist Oren Victor of the Band ‘Heavy Friction’ Dead at 32.” Wilhemina reread the story. Slowly she looked around and back while standing near the newsstand. The last time she had felt this lost was during another storm… with the love of her life. She folded the paper and headed to the park, hoping there were few people and a strong Wi-Fi signal.

***

“And that is all that was upstairs?” Nate questioned.

“Yeah. The maid had already cleaned up. Really nice, nothing to trace,” the policeman answered. “Kind of bad, huh?”

“Pardon?” Nate said.

“All that sex, money, and fame and you can’t take it with you,” the policeman said.

“Right,” Nate answered.

Nate checked Oren Victor’s laptop. “This been looked at?” he asked.

“Nothing was tampered with. The place is spotless,” the policeman noted.

Nate grabbed the laptop. “May I?” he said.

“Not if nobody sees you,” the cop smiled.

“Thanks Egan, I’ll owe you,” Nate smiled.

“Nah. Get me that Patron I told you about and we’re good,” the cop said.

Nate nodded.

Hours later he had the ISP and protocols sourced. Nate called in the findings and turned them over to the field. He had a murder to place.

***

Mina let her legs stay open. The man in front of her snarled. He was full-pissed and eager to shag. He had Mina pinned against the concrete wall.

“I let you use my phone.” You used my phone to surf the Net,” he said, legs wobbly.

“True,” Mina said.

“You said you were calling a friend,” he burbled.

“No, you opened the browser on your phone for me,” Mina said. “I asked if your phone made a Hot Spot connection… Remember?”

The man wobbled side to side. He hiked his pants up, his breath foul. Then he frowned. “You- you didn’t even tell me your name,” he pouted.

“Leigh ‘Mina’ Marley, but its ‘Wilhemina’ to you,” Mina said.

The man thought about it best he could. “Aww, yeah… That’s right…” he agreed. “Listen. Why don’t you give me a little something-something, and I’ll let you use all the phone you want. What do you say to that,” the inebriated yuppie warbled.

“Or I could just kill you,” Mina said.

The man laughed, then hit the ground.

***

The rain sluiced from trickle to downpour. She had to sidestep more than a wake of puddles or two to find a place to lie. She finally found a coffee house a block away from the park. She ducked her head under the sign advertising Internet service and hurried inside. Cold and uncomfortably sticky, she pried off the overcoat she’d borrowed from somebody who would no longer need it. She hunched in a booth and tried to block the memory of the man’s pallid face, the life drained from him.

She was grateful when the proprietor of the coffee house set a cup and saucer down and topped it with a delicious smelling ground roast. She lifted a hand to stop him but the man poured the rich Brazilian liquid to the brim.

“Sir-, I don’t-“ she started.

The man cut her off. “At this hour of night, we serve our guests free,” the coffee shop owner said. He pointed to a sign over a novelty jukebox stating the same. Wilhemina smiled, weary. The coffee shop owner leaned forward.

“Anything you want, it’s on the house,” he said.

Hair stringy, clothes too big a fit, Wilhemina knew she must look a fright. She ran a hand through her hair and it tangled when it struck her ring.

“Thank you,” Wilhemina said to the man.

“I’ve been there,” he said with a wink.

Wilhemina let the sorrow flood in. It washed over her and sank into an ache in her heart. She had set out to find the woman who had started the morbid chain of death and circumstance. The only way she could do was to hide under the radar and live deep undercover.

The coffee shop owner sat a plate of steaming bacon, scrambled eggs, and toast, topped off with another round of dark brew. Wilhemina looked up at him again, thankful. The man floored her with the sweetest smile.

Like another man she’d met had…

***

He was close. Damn close.

Nate had trailed the data down to Chicago. There was no question the body that struck into the ravine was Leigh Marley. After Wilhemina had confided in him she had a past, he had understood the sadness that sometimes flickered behind her eyes. She always smiled — God, he loved her for that — but her eyes were more cornflower than just blue. A blue he wanted to fall into for the rest of his life.

She had told him she worked as an assistant to an investigator in Philadelphia. Her prowess with paperwork and undeniable athleticism won her assignments no one else could close. Before the two of them met she had helped a girl escape an abusive relationship. The girl matriculated at the prominent university and Wilhemina was sure she had secured the girl’s chance to live her life anew.

Wilhemina didn’t establish a new identity for her. That much was clear. The records from three precincts and stations across three counties pulled up zip with any noticeable changes in Leigh Marley’s routine. His fed contact confirmed the same. Except when she dropped enrollment and about the same frame of time ‘Leigh’ had begun making purchases and renting a small motel room not far from Chicago. Nate realized Wilhemina was Leigh.

Except Leigh Mina Marley was now six feet under, and Nate didn’t give a crap load what the theorists said about Quarks. In his world, no two objects could occupy the same space, and he didn’t give a screw about parallel dimensions. Someone had taken care of Leigh and anyone she was connected to after being helped by Wilhemina.

Nate pulled around to a garage a block from the coffee house. He’d called in his badge at the precinct before leaving for Chicago. If he was right, Wilhemina wasn’t Mina, which meant she was in for the heroic fight of her life.

There was so much he wanted to tell her, share with her. And they had a date to keep he wasn’t about to let her get out from under…

***

“Take it, take it all,” the coffee house owner said.

He stared down the barrel of a gun and glanced at Wilhemina.

“I don’t need your frickin’ money. Don’t look this way. I told you!” the attacker whined.

The man looked down at the gun.

“Much better,” she said. “You,” she nodded to Wilhemina. “Get up.”

Wilhemina looked at the coffee house owner. They would have made great old acquaintances any another time. They shared a glance.

“I said, get up!” the woman screamed.

Wilhemina tried to hit the send button at the PC at the Internet station. The woman spun her around. “Out,” she said.

Wilhemina nodded at the shop owner and blinked two times. The man saw her point two fingers at the computer. The man looked back at Wilhemina and blinked twice. Good, Wilhemina thought. He got the message.

The woman shoved her outside into the pelting rain. It was icy but Wilhemina saw it as a sign, a comfort of a kind that said everything would be all right. She hadn’t eaten for days except for the kindness of the coffee shop proprietor and everything she had done to protect Leigh Marley, Oren Victor and the people in Leigh’s trajectory looked like it had all been done for nothing. She scoffed. Fine P.I. Indeed. She’d never make in the field, she realized.

“What are you snickering at?” the woman said. Her gun was trained on Wilhemina. Funny how everyone she seemed to come into contact with had a troubled past or knew how to wield a firearm, she thought.

The woman pushed Wilhemina taking her to the park. She shoved Wilhemina under the bridge. The rain made seeing anything except what was right in front either of them hopeless. The angry woman aimed at Wilhemina’s throat.

“So what..? No final request?” Wilhemina managed over the clacks of rain.

“Greener pastures,” the female officer from the eatery in Philly sneered.

***

The coffee house owner’s expression drummed fear in Nate’s heart. He tore into the shop asking for information and the man took him to the PC. He gave the description of two women to Nate and tapped the space bar on the computer keyboard. Nate read the sentence on a text file left on the desktop background…

“I’m sorry. It wasn’t me. — W.P.”

The coffee house wrung his hands. “What’s it mean?” he said.

Nate backpedaled to the front door. “Call the police. Give them this,” Nate said tossing his license to him.

The man looked at the swinging door. “But what does it mean?” he yelled out.

Nate ran through the rain, searching. His training didn’t disappoint. He made out the park and tore toward it at breakneck speed. He saw the bridge and two figures beneath and leapt a Bogart. He had one chance, more than the suspect would have when he was through.

***

“Don’t look at me like that… with your sanctimonious air, Cover Girl. You think you’re highfalutin and special, don’t you?” the female cop said.

Wilhemina had her eyes on the gun.

“Don’t you?” the cop repeated.

Wilhemina was still.

“Answer me!” the cop said.

“She can’t-“ Nate yelled. “She is a bit distracted,” he said.

Nate’s gun was poised straight at her. “It’s over Luz,” he said.

Officer Luz Gerald turned the gun into a standoff.

“No… I kill her and then, I kill you!” Luz said.

“Nate?” Wilhemina said. She could barely see through the darkness under the bridge and the pounding rain made hearing that much more difficult.

“Shut up,” Luz instructed Wilhemina.

“Wilhemina, you okay?” Nate called out.

“Shut your hole!” Luz yelled. “This is how it’s going to go. Her first,” Luz nodded to Wilhemina. “You last,” she finished.

“No! It’s me you want,” Nate yelled.

“I did,” Officer Luz said. She turned her gun off Wilhemina then she closed in on Nate, slowly.

“We can talk about it,” Nate said.

“You kidding me? Talk?” “I spent an eternity being everything for you. The conversations, the meetings in secret… I just knew what we had was Paradise. But then you got on the down low. Didn’t you?

“No, Luz,” Nate said.

“Didn’t you! I should have seen it coming. But I see you now…” Luz snapped.

“Why?” Wilhemina shouted.

“What, you haven’t figured it out? Investigator ‘Prince’,” Luz mocked. “I knew about you the minute Nate left,” she said.

“What, you don’t think all us cops have resources?” she said watching Nate’s aim waver. “Yeah, I knew. I knew all about the sharpshooting… and the ‘boardwalk,’” Luz added.

“It wasn’t long before I had a line on Miss Pretty here- Don’t you move!” she told Wilhemina. “One more step and you’ll be who I put down first.”

“And you-“ Luz told Nate. “Your pompous, righteous, bull-friggin’ indignation about how you could only give your heart to the right woman…”

Nate tried to work himself in-between Luz and Wilhemina. “I didn’t mean any of this to happen. That’s the truth,” Nate said.

Luz laughed. It was shrill and devoid of any heart. “I set you up. Both of you! I tracked your cell calls,” Luz told Nate.

“I had your friggin’ location zapped… and that ring?” Luz said to Wilhemina.

“The ring he gave you,” Luz began. “I chose that. We had been looking at rings and then I learned he’d found one for you,” Luz told Wilhemina.

“You didn’t know I found about that, huh? Did you! Luz screamed at Nate.

“Luz, I am so sorry-” Nate began.

“Bullshit!” “I loved you,” she said. “And you stomped it. You stomped us and me right into the ground.”

“But I had a plan,” Luz added. “And I knew just how to get rid, of you,” she told Wilhemina.

“By pretending you were me,” Wilhemina said.

“Like you didn’t already? You frickin’ detectives. Always thinking you got the upper hand,” Luz said. “Duh! Yeah, I set you up. I tracked down Leigh Marley and that was easy. Finding out who you were trying to protect and safeguard after learning Marley was a politician’s whore and a snuff addict, that took a little more planning,” she beamed.

“I started with Leigh, then a few others, after I made you when you copped the switch with your identities. That’s right,” Luz said, finger over the trigger.

“I hacked you, dressed like you, became you and voilá — the hits looked like they were made by you,” Luz smiled. She looked at Nate. “Payback truly is a bitch.”

“Did you get all that?” Nate shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Copy that,” a tinny voice echoed from someplace.

“Sonofabitch-“ Luz fired.

“Wilhemina!” Nate screamed.

***

It rained two more weeks before sunlight broke the sky. The seaboard was peppered with sand dunes draped with sea kelp. Wilhemina bounced onto the bench and grabbed hold of her side just as quickly. Nate steadied her.

He captured Wilhemina in his arms and gazed at her. He was amazed she’d captured his heart and somehow managed to fill up all the lonely places. She leaned into him, and he brimmed with joy. She’d had him in the crosshairs of love from the very start. Nate looked at the song of his heart and then he frowned.

“What are you thinking,” he sang out loud.

“Oh, a little question here. A little thought there,” Wilhemina said.

Hell. The woman knew how to apply the screws to him, Nate discovered. He had better get on with things, before she decided she would be better off with someone else, he thought. Nate planned to be hers, solely.

“Whatever it is, my answer is yes,” he acquiesced.

The light of his soul smiled and the reaction felt a little too easy. He knew he was in for it.

“So, you and Officer Gerard were an item,” Wilhemina said.

“Truth,” Nate said.

Wilhemina looked at the worn plank floor below them. She could hear the roar of the waves as they licked the jagged shore below.

“And this?” Wilhemina picked a place in the sun and tilted her hand. The rays picked around the ring on her hand until the diamond carats gleamed bright.

“All me..” Nate said.

“Mmm,” Wilhemina said. “She bent forward and gave Nate a soft, sex-drenched kiss. She felt Nate grow hard, his erection stretching his slacks nudging her ass.

“Hey, that’s my ass, Sir,” she smiled.

“It sure is,” Nate agreed.

“What are you up to?” Wilhemina questioned.

“Enough with the interrogations… I’m dying, my sweet,” Nate moaned. He snaked his tongue into Wilhemina’s ear. She kissed him hungrily.

“Nate?” she said.

“Hmm?” Nate asked planting nibbles on her lips.

“What’s that over there?” she said.

Nate lifted up to see what Wilhemina did. “Already on it,” he moaned and lifted her into his arms.

A couple of ICEEs later, Wilhemina kicked her bare feet at Nate in mock protest as the hydrofoil bumped along the waves. She saw a particular vista come into view. It was the embankment off the sea coast.

“You rake,” she beamed.

“I’m now a man who keeps his commitments,” Nate grinned. “You owe me a date,” he said.

It was true…

“Oh Lordy,” Wilhemina suddenly smiled.

She was being courted by her very own hero.