Pleasure Cove: Where love is hot on the beach!

by Nash, M. G.

  “But Bob, I’m already involved,” Carrie interrupted as she sat up straight, “I care about you and Jose’s family. And, this is something I do well. I research companies all the time to write my marketing reports.”

  Bob nodded in agreement and reached for her hand to soothe her, “Let me go down this weekend and talk to Jose. His cousin, Alfredo, is coming to go fishing with us. I’m sure he will have some new information, too. I promise to tell you all about it next week.”

  Carrie relaxed and returned to her food, “OK, Bob. Just so you know I’m not some bimbo looking for a good time. I can make a contribution.”

  Bob chuckled and leaned forward to kiss her nose, “Not once have I ever thought that you were anything but brilliant, Carrie.”

  She grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him quickly, “Thank you, Bob. I want to be a part of your life. Please don’t shut me out. Let me be a part of this.”

  Bob nodded and tried to change the subject. "Look, why don't we drive up the coast next weekend and go to Santa Barbara?” Bob asked cutting a piece of his ham. “There are a couple of wineries nearby that we could visit.”

  “I thought we were going back to Pleasure Cove,” Carrie replied as she cocked her head and studied Bob’s face.

  Steeling his face not to give away his anxiety for her safety, Bob smoothly replied, “I really need a change of scenery. Jose is beginning to rely on me a little too much with this tournament. I want to set some goals with him this weekend then leave him to oversee the work. You and I should take off and explore something new.”

  “Santa Barbara sounds lovely,” Carrie sighed, “I love the drive up 101.We should plan an early start to avoid the LA traffic.” Settling back onto her cushion she finished her dinner.

  Bob let out a slow breath and turned his attention to drawing her back into the sensual web that was so intense just moments ago. He began by lacing his fingers with her free hand and raising his glass to give her a toast, “Another marvelous meal, sweetheart, you spoil me in the most wonderful ways.”

  “It gives me pleasure to spoil you, Bob, you work too hard,” replied Carrie playing with his fingers. “I think you’re ready for dessert.” She got up and went to the kitchen returning shortly with a plate full of chocolate covered strawberries. Sitting next to him they both leaned back on the sofa to enjoy the fire.

  Holding a strawberry at the stem she offered the fruit to Bob. He took a bite and closed his eyes. “Mm-m, you put Grand Mariner in the chocolate, didn’t you?”

  She nodded feeding herself a strawberry and reaching for her wine. He waited patiently ‘til she finished then he took the plate from her hands and moved it into his lap. Pulling her under his arm Carrie rested her head on his shoulder. He took a strawberry and rubbed it across her lips before feeding her the tip. Then he licked her lips while she chewed and kissed her throat as she swallowed. He came back to the plate and selected a strawberry for himself. Sucking on the chocolate as if it were Carrie’s breast, he moaned and winked at her. She felt herself tighten as she watched him. Flicking his tongue around the strawberry he put the entire fruit into his mouth.

  Carrie turned to the stereo when her favorite oldies song started playing. “I want to slow dance with you by the fire,” she whispered tugging on his hand to pull him to his feet. Slipping into his arms, they began to turn slowly. “Look how the fire is casting our shadow on the walls,” Carrie mentioned as she hummed along with the song, “My darling, you are wonderful tonight.” Bob turned her under his arm then brought her back to his embrace. He kissed her tenderly first then deepened it as they swayed. They were both breathless when they parted.

  “Push the table back, Bob, and let’s make love in front of the fire,” said Carrie. She grabbed the pillows off the sofa and tossed them onto the rug before pouring one last glass of wine for them to share. “Come here and undress me,” she said in a husky voice. “My body is aching for your hands.”

  Bob walked over and placed his hands around Carrie’s waist. Slowly, he brought the gown up with his fingers as they grasped her thighs. He bunched the fabric in his hands until it gathered at her waist where he stopped. Moving his leg between hers, he sat back on the arm of the sofa and pressed his leg between hers. He lifted the gown to kiss her navel and dropped his tongue inside her belly button to push lightly with thrusts as if it were his penis. Carrie hummed with the pleasure of that sensation. She loved how he gripped her buttocks to control the rhythm of his tongue.

  “I had no idea my bellybutton was so sensual. That sends shock waves down to my core,” she said in wonder. She grabbed her dress and raised it over her head so it was tossed onto the couch. She squatted on his leg and squeezed tightly. Using her arms on his shoulders for balance, she leaned back giving him access to her body. As her head turned, she noticed their silhouette on the wall beside them.

  “Look at our shadows, Bob, “They are reflecting on the walls.” He brought his arms to the small of her back and arched her so her nipples stood out in a perfect profile. He dropped his head flicking his tongue across one then the other. She loved watching their shadow image and thrust her legs around his bringing her knee to press against his balls and engorged penis that was straining against his pants.

  “Um-m,” she moaned, “It’s erotic to see our bodies so big and dark. My nipples have never looked so long. She thrust her chest out. “Lick them again for me. Yeah, just like that,” she chanted as she squeezed her legs around Bob’s. “Your leg is one huge cock for me, it’s such a turn-on. I used to ride the horses like this on the farm.”

  “I want to see your shadow penis, love. Come lie with me on the pillows in front of the fire.” She stood up and tugged him down to the floor. Pulling off his shoes Carrie waited while he unzipped his pants then she grabbed the bottoms jerking them down to release his heavy blood-filled cock.

  “Oh, it’s magnificent,” she cried running her hand down his shaft and watching it respond in the shadow. “Put a pillow under your butt to lift it even more,” Carrie coaxed, “Now, that’s incredible. She grasped his penis and began stroking it as she looked. “You’re my shadow dancer,” she sang softly pressing his cock down between his legs then releasing it to stand up. She stayed on her knees stroking his dark penis till he was ready to come.

  Bob grabbed her hand and said urgently, “I want to come inside you, baby, lay down for me and I’ll fill you with this long, hard cock.” He took her legs and brought her feet to his neck so she could see his shaft enter her completely. “Watch us on the wall, Carrie,” he said spreading his legs to show the full extent of his thrusts. He moved slowly enjoying the shadow image as much as she.

  “I feel like a voyeur,” she whispered, “And you are my big, dark secret lover. Look at the power of your legs. They feel as hard as you do inside me. Oh, I can’t wait, this is too much,” she panted as she came.

  Bob threw back his head and groaned as he pumped hot semen into her. His body convulsed from the climax and he held her still while he stroked until the orgasms faded. He gently let her legs down and joined her on the rug. “You are incredible,” he murmured softly in her ear. “I have never had shadow sex before.”

  She rubbed his heaving chest hugging him, “Neither have I, Bob, but it sure was fun.” Kissing his cheek, she rose on her elbow to look down at him and said quietly, “I do believe you bring out the best in me.” She cupped his cheek and smiled fondly at him.

  Bob took her in his arms and brought her head to his chest, “I feel the same way about you,” he murmured kissing her hair. They lay together listening to the crackling of the fire until the floor became too hard even with the rug for comfort.

  “Let’s go upstairs and cuddle in bed,” suggested Carrie rising up to stretch her back. She turned the stereo off and gathered up their clothes strewn on the couch while Bob put the coffee table back in its place. “You go on up, I’ll grab my duffel out of the car,” he explained as he reached for his pants.

  Carrie watc
hed him and wanted to pull him back into her arms. She wasn’t ready just yet to break their intimacy. She walked slowly upstairs and thought about their evening. It felt good to have him here since they usually stayed at his place because of her roommate. She realized she could get used to this having Bob around all the time.

  She was tucked in bed when Bob entered the room. He paused at the doorway just to enjoy the sight of her tousled and happy. Knowing that he had put that look on her face made him want her all over again. Carrie patted the bed, “I remembered your favorite side,” she shared watching him hang up his shirt and pants in her closet.

  He crawled under the sheets and reached for Carrie’s warm body. “Just seeing you in bed waiting for me made me hard again,” he nuzzled her neck.

  “I’m so glad,” she replied, “Because I really wasn’t done with you, yet.” She threw her leg over his so they were chest to chest. His cock teased her mound with its heat. He drew her into a deep kiss that left her breathless and wanting more.

  “You have me so turned on with those shadow memories that I can’t get enough of you.” Moving his hands up and down her back, he kissed her again while starting a gentle rocking motion with their bodies. He leaned down to kiss her breast and squeezed before taking it fully into his mouth. Carrie moaned lifting her leg higher so her labia touched his hard shaft. She used her hand to guide him with short little strokes that teased her clitoris. He returned to her face kissing her eyelids and nose before taking her mouth again. This time he possessed it while continuing the rocking to prepare her for his entry.

  “I could do this all night,” she vowed when their kiss ended. She brushed her hand over his nipples and playfully tweaked one of them. “It’s hard like mine,” Carrie teased as she dipped down to kiss it. “I’ll show you hard,” Bob parodied grabbing her hip to thrust his shaft fully into her core. “You do know how to take me,” Carrie sighed winding her arms around his neck letting him please her to a slow and easy climax. His pulsing heat stayed inside her while he rubbed her back in slow spirals and waited for her to catch her breath. He kissed her ear and nibbled on her lobe while his warm hand moved to massage her breasts. He pulled her closer to flick his tongue in her ear just as he began to thrust again.

  She buried her head on his shoulder and thrust her hips into his to bring him to an orgasm. With their hearts both pounding, they stayed entwined until the moment passed. Carrie kissed him whispering “Good night” before she turned to nestle her body with his.

  ***

  “Coffee for my lady,” greeted Bob the next morning strolling into the bedroom carrying a tray with two cups.

  “Thanks, Bob,” Carrie mumbled still half asleep. She reached for her coffee and wiped her hair back from her face.

  “I thought we’d have chocolate strawberries with our coffee,” Bob said putting the tray between them on the bed.

  “I feel like a spoiled princess,” Carrie replied as she raised a strawberry to her mouth.

  “You can be my princess,” Bob assured her drinking his coffee and winking at her, “As a matter of fact, why don’t you make all the arrangements for Santa Barbara while I’m in Cabo this weekend. Just use your card to make the reservation and I’ll change it to mine when we arrive.”

  Carrie grinned in anticipation, “A road trip with my sweetheart. Can we leave early like after breakfast when the morning traffic has died down?” She looked at Bob expecting some resistance with his work ethic but he didn’t hesitate, “Good idea. Why don’t I sleep over here the night before so we can leave from your house?”

  Chapter 10

  When Bob finished his coffee, he began to dress and pack his bag. Carrie laid back and watched him move about her room. “I’m going to light candles and make you my dark shadow lover while you’re gone,” she said innocently but her eyes were twinkling. He stopped and bent to kiss her quickly, “I’ll be thinking of you, too, Carrie, “Give me a hug. I’ve got to hit the road.” She rose up on her knees and opened her arms as Bob walked into them. “Oh, my, you are warm,” Bob sighed dropping his head on her shoulder. “Bye, sweetie, I’ll call you when I get back,” he promised.

  Later that morning Bob walked into his office and checked his voicemails. He erased a couple of messages before hearing the voice of the attorney from San Diego. Writing down the name, Delgado, he sat at his desk gathering his thoughts before calling him back. He dialed the number and put the call on speaker phone so he could write notes to share with Jose. His call was quickly passed to Mr. Delgado and Bob began summarizing the issues at Pleasure Cove; how could they legally protect the motel from an aggressive company who wanted the land and airstrip?

  Mr. Delgado listened asking questions that impressed Bob. He made two suggestions that Bob could take to Jose and Alfredo. The first was to hire a private investigator to research the background of the employees. “Don’t let Jose do it because he will show favoritism with the employees he likes,” Mr. Delgado explained. He recommended an investigator who was bi-lingual and would report only to Bob. Second, he should talk to Alfredo and Jose about forming a separate trust for the motel. Once the timeshare company learned that a trust was involved with a bank as the trustee, they would possibly lose interest since they couldn’t easily strong arm a financial group. That sounded real good to Bob. Now, he just had to sell it to Jose. He wrote down the name of the private investigator. She would be his next call. Things were looking up.

  Maybe I’ll be lucky and get to the bottom of this scheme over the weekend, Bob thought as he dialed the investigator. Isn’t it odd that Carrie mentioned a PI when we were at the motel? I’ll suggest her idea about the family names to this lady and let her decide if it should be checked. A feminine voice with an accent answered the phone, “Hello, Juanita Lopez.”

  “Hello,” replied Bob, “I’m calling at the suggestion of Robert Delgado. I need a bi-lingual investigator who can live and work across the border for a month.”

  “Yes, I’m familiar with the area surrounding Ensenada.”

  “It’s a small motel near Pleasure Cove that we believe has an employee planted to feed information to a timeshare company that wants to buy out the motel. There have been some delays and minor sabotage.”

  “Ah-h, and what else is going on at this motel?” she asked.

  Bob summarized everything he knew and finished with his suspicion that the timeshare company was willing to play dirty to get what they wanted.

  “I won’t get involved with criminal matters,” Juanita said firmly. “If you want me to go down and check out the employees I will do that for you. I can also keep a detailed journal that might provide evidence to show the police but my identity stays a secret for my personal safety.”

  “Understood,” replied Bob. “Do you use a computer in your investigations to check backgrounds?”

  “Yes, I do. It shows me phone calls, deposits and emails. Is there Wi-Fi at the motel?”

  “It was just installed this week,” assured Bob, “And I would supply your cell phone so you would report directly to me. What type of job would work best for you to do your investigations?”

  “From what you have told me, I would have the most access if I went in as a maid, especially if I worked a split shift so I meet the day workers and the night shift. I will want to check the motel computers to see if an employee is sending emails on it. It’s better to do that at night when the staff is minimal.”

  “Have you worked in a motel before?” Bob questioned. “Yes, in Cancun where an employee was stealing from the guests, but never in Pleasure Cove. I have visited Cabo San Lucas several times on vacation.”

  “If you are interested in this job, I need you right away,” Bob emphasized, “Are you available? I will be there this weekend so I could introduce you to the owner and get your cover established.”

  “I could fly down on Sunday,” Juanita countered, “That gives me time to complete some details here so I’m clear for the next thirty days.”

  “So
unds good. Take a cab from San Jose del Cabo. Call me when you get your reservations confirmed and I’ll meet you outside the village so we can talk privately before you arrive at the motel.”

  Chapter 11

  Bob finished packing for the long weekend. He felt good about the progress he had made but he knew from experience that it was always one step forward and two steps back. The real progress had to happen at Pleasure Cove. He looked forward to meeting Alfredo. He felt his involvement was vital to solving these problems.

  Several of the fisherman met Bob at the airport so they could travel together. It was a relaxed group of guys that had all golfed together. Some of them worked with Bob in the medical supply business so they were bright, mid to late thirties and full of humor. It reminded him of his fraternity days. Bob anticipated an easy weekend with good fishing and probably too much beer. I’m not in college anymore, he thought, so easy on the alcohol. The trip went smoothly and when they stepped out into the hot sun, Jose was there meeting them in a van.

  Bob was the last to check-in when they arrived at Pleasure Cove. He promised to buy the first round in the bar after everyone got settled in their rooms. It gave him a chance to stand back and watch Pedro at work. His manners were excellent and the men were impressed by his English.

  “Pedro, thanks for taking care of the guests so quickly,” Bob said smoothly. “Where were you trained?”

  “I started working on a fishing boat at The Spa Motel down the coast right after high school,” Pedro responded.

  “So you grew up in this area?” quizzed Bob signing his registration papers.

  “Yes, I am the only one of four kids who stayed in the area, the others moved away to find jobs and get married.”

  “Well, you are the lucky one, Pedro, to stay here. Do your parents still live in the village?” Bob asked conversationally.

  “They stay with my oldest sister now,” Pedro explained, “but I live in the family home so they can come for long visits in the summer.”