Undercover 07


By Katzmarek



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 an 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 in laughter.


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 his body.


“Gray I…” she began, running her eyes up the length of his torso; “you keep in shape, don’t you… for your 
age… I mean.”


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


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