Chapter 6
Upon occasion, Vanessa Storm lapsed into a curious frame in which she tried to recapture the roots of her past. She would stumble across something that triggered a spark that evolved into a meaningful memory of something that once bore significance. All too swiftly, that sudden illumination would fade. She could not sustain a single memory.
She lazed in the Jacuzzi with the dark-haired minx they'd taken from the beach. Initially militant, she formed a strange alliance with them. She ceased arguing with Jon and actually spoke with some measure of affection. More noticeably, she abandoned her bizarre clamoring that Vanessa had once been a secret agent. That scenario lacked credibility, as far as Vanessa was concerned. She couldn't envision herself shadowing international criminals, wielding weapons and living on the edge.
Vanessa was glad to see harmony restored to their lives. Her relationship with Jon bred absolute happiness. She perpetually smiled-an optimistic sign from her perspective. Whatever yesterday had been, it certainly included that brawny hunk. When he gazed at her, it was with strong, unconditional love. His blue eyes conveyed that emotion without the slightest embarrassment. Obviously, he played an important role, whether as boyfriend or protector.
She couldn't otherwise picture her existence.
Misty purposely strode from the house, carrying two glasses of wine. A towel wrapped her slinky figure. The seductive slant of her mouth set Vanessa's heart in motion. Her desire for female flesh had come as a surprise. Her capacity to receive pleasure from a woman plainly indicated a frequent practice in her former life.
She dreamily watched the brunette remove the towel and bare herself. Those firm tits and that brown triangle forwarded her passion. She had licked every conceivable inch of her, yet always hungered for more.
Misty handed her one of the glasses upon descending the steps. Her sleek legs disappeared beneath the churning surface. She held her smile a beat longer than routine-a sign of potential sex initiation. Vanessa hoped her reading was correct. She was certainly in the mood for some.
"Another lovely day," Misty chimed, squinting at the fiery ball in the sky. "Peak tanning hours, too. I figured we could do with a refreshment before those harsh ultra-violent rays hit."
"You like it here, don't you?" Vanessa remarked.
Misty shrugged. "I've needed a vacation for some time. I suppose I've come to the conclusion: why the hell not? I'm entitled. The bureau can go on without me."
Misty's earlier insistence of her spy career sprang to mind. "Tell me again of this organization called F.U.R. and my pivotal role in it."
"I'm afraid I was mistaken. You bear no resemblance to the woman I once knew."
Misty refrained from biting her bottom lip. She disliked having to lie, but after a lengthy discussion with Jon Monroe, they decided it was best not to press her. Vanessa stood an excellent chance if they granted her the required time. Meanwhile, they sustained the illusion of normalcy and permitted her continuity.
Misty scrapped her plan to notify F.U.R. After hearing Jon's explanation of the disturbing events that culminated in Vanessa's amnesia, she was in agreement that complications could arise from another wave of interference. If the inventor of that horrid will-altering disc botched her restoration, she doubted her own team could fare better.
Gaining Jon's trust, her imprisonment became unnecessary. He allowed her to go as she pleased. She submerged the impulse to obtain her radio equipment and inform her people of the latest events.
Vanessa's concentration drifted from Misty's lovely face to her breasts floating over the layer of foam. Tiny bubbles formed around her nipples, flaring her appetite. She couldn't rid her mind of the spontaneous episodes that had taken place. Misty's orientation matched hers. Enjoying pussy as well as cock, she regularly took both since her arrival.
Misty traced the rim of the glass with her tongue, then casually dipped into the wine. Her seductive tasting did not escape Vanessa's notice. Those emerald eyes burned with desire. She blatantly encouraged her. Since her abduction, Misty relished such creative license. The monotonous months of trailing the voluptuous redhead at least had merit. She was able to enjoy the fruit of her efforts.
Besides, it was a peaceful haven, where every curiosity was pursued without need of a scorecard.
"Where's Jon?" Misty lazily inquired.
Vanessa shrugged. "I haven't the vaguest notion. He's been gone all morning."
Misty closely examined her. "How are you feeling today?"
"The same. Why? Did anything change?"
Misty sighed. "I suppose not."
"You look at me as though you expect some miracle to transpire." She sipped her wine. "I thought you mistook me for someone else."
"That's true, however, you admitted to not remembering a shred of your past. I would have hoped all this clean air and sunshine would have yielded a positive effect."
Vanessa lowered her gaze. "I recall nothing."
Misty sensed depression on her part. The downcast of those emerald pupils touched her. Placing her glass on the side of the Jacuzzi, she drifted to her. Vanessa readily accepted her embrace. Their naked breasts came together amid the rising steam, their nipples in perfect alignment.
"Don't give up," Misty said. "Something is bound to click."
"I wouldn't bet on it."
Misty peered into Vanessa's eyes, banishing the gloom. Something warm and exciting bubbled in her groin. Soon, the two heatedly rubbed as though trying to scratch a pestering itch. Her dark wisps entangled with Vanessa's red locks. Her exertions deepened the sensation.
"Whomever I was before," Vanessa whispered, "and whatever I did, I'm glad you're here now."
Misty returned the sentiment with a purr.
That pussy, stroking hers, kindled a fire between her legs. She couldn't resist grinding against that warm, inviting mound. Her clit brushed Vanessa's. Given the sparkle in her eye, she wanted a little fun.
Vanessa worked from a script she penned on the fly. She motioned for Misty to sit on the ledge, then pulled apart her legs. Her gasp sounded after receiving that wriggling tongue. Misty moaned while watching Vanessa's stimulating flicker. Each successive sweep brought vaulting joy.
"Yes," Misty sobbed, rocking to Vanessa. That busy tip revolved around her swollen clit, then swerved over it. Waves of pleasure crashed. Tilting back her head, she let out a serious cry. "Oh, yes."
Vanessa meticulously licked her. That pussy practically melted in her mouth. She drew upon its sweetness, gulping the juices that oozed from her depths. Misty endlessly tickled as she methodically pulled upon her pink folds. Natural sugar welled from her cunt.
Misty clutched her own breasts as the excitement traveled to her nipples. She pinched them as it collected and intensified. No matter how briskly she moved, that tongue pursued her clit. Those scalding lashes were much too heavenly to resist.
"Climb on top of me, baby," Misty panted. "I want to eat you, too."
Vanessa instantly took advantage. Positioning that pretty face with her red bush, she fed her spy chum. She muffled Misty's moans with an abandoned push. Hot squish filled Misty's mouth. Vanessa bore down while washing Misty's nectar with her own spit.
It felt so good, Vanessa thought, humping Misty. The woman was quite talented with her tongue. That imagine darting gratified her from the onset. She gasped over those trim, tanned thighs while muff-diving. Misty's dark curls split as she knifed into that pink slot.
The sun warmed their backsides as they writhed beside the Jacuzzi. The soft sound of the water added a serene element to their hot coupling. The ocean air, carrying a salty aroma, was another satisfying component.
Vanessa lifted her head from Misty's snatch. "Oh, God," she whimpered as that tongue pierced her resolve. She couldn't shake the ecstasy it afforded. Her beautiful features contorted before she mustered enough strength to finish what she'd started.
Misty gulped the juices that flowed from Vanessa. Her pussy was rich and tasty. She couldn't stop sucking that yummy snatch, not even for an instant. Plunging into those sodden lips, she scooped pure honey. She accumulated it one slurp at a time. Vanessa vibrated against her mouth, a sure indication that orgasm would shortly follow. Misty lapped her thoroughly, determined to pleasure her.
Vanessa largely ate from Misty's cunt. She feverishly sucked from that delicious hole, then licked her pulsing button. Misty advanced a conspicuous notch. By latching to her tremulous flesh, Vanessa could feel her approach. She focused on that plump dot, willing her to cum.
Misty sobbed from Vanessa's tenacious grip. She returned her tongue-whipping fury, but couldn't elude that festering weakness. Vanessa meant business. She trembled, surrendering to that racing joy.
"Oh, God," Misty sputtered. "Ohhhh."
Vanessa clutched her seizure-ridden body. The slim brunette wildly thrashed in her arms. She wasn't about to let go. Feeling and tasting her gratification was her reward. She savored her hip-jerking, feature-gnarling and screaming release.
After losing all track of time in those orgasmic throes, Misty anchored Vanessa to her mouth. She reciprocated in kind. Her tongue worked her clit in the same frenzied manner. Grasping her shapely butt cheeks, she held her fast.
Vanessa huffed and puffed during her intense bout with that obstinate tongue. Her eyes rolled up in their sockets as Misty pushed her over the edge. "Yes, baby. Take me there. Do it. Ohhhh.'
Misty didn't let up until Vanessa went numb. That pussy slammed against her mouth while her juices seeped from its corner. Vanessa powerfully climaxed, then sank over her with a lasting shudder.
Misty stroked her, believing that her memory would eventually return.