My name is Ken and I'm a consultant with a privacy data protection firm that specializes in identity theft. I have an extensive background working in government and spend a great deal of time speaking with local citizens, crime stopper groups, and local businesses about protecting data and taking precautions against hackers obtaining financial and personal data for fraudulent activities.
While not an active duty police officer, I work very closely with our local law enforcement and as a contract employee I am authorized to make arrest in my jurisdiction. Instead of carrying a Glock or Smith and Wesson, my weapon of choice is a laptop and flash drive. The badge I have is mostly for show to the groups I speak to and to occasionally show off in the hopes of a discounted meal or a better parking place.
I am however, required to attend continuing education programs for my certification or to receive credits by making presentations to other groups and law enforcement agencies at conferences. It was on such a conference that I had an experience that I will not soon forget.
When I had my fiftieth birthday party five years ago, friends joked with me it was all downhill from here. Actually I have a very good life. With the kids off to school, my wife and I have enjoyed our time together. But it would be a stretch to say our sex life had never been better. While I'm not complaining, we have both settled into a routine and our love making seemed more of a chore to her, or maybe a wifely duty, than something we both looked forward to with a passion.
I recently was asked to make a presentation in Miami on new technology advancements corporations were using on data protection. While the program was taking place at a Marriott in Miami, my wife and I had stayed in the past at the Loews Resort in South Beach. It's a high end luxury hotel on the beach.
I knew a guy who did a lot of work for them on protecting their extensive reservation system and I was able to get an even better rate there than most were paying at the Marriott. While my wife would have normally attended the conference with me, she was tied up at her job and couldn't get the time off.
I flew in on a Sunday evening and after unpacking, I jumped in a rental and headed over to the host hotel for a brief hospitality function. Returning to Loews, I could not help but notice a very attractive young lady who stepped on the elevator with a group of us. I scooted up against the back of the elevator and she stood directly in front of me. She was wearing shorts and a little top that did little to cover her beautiful figure. However, it was her perfume that teased my senses leaving me to wonder where chicks like this were when I was in my twenties.
We both got off on the same floor as she continued down the hall just a few doors down from me as I slipped my card in the lock and opened my hotel door.
The next day I headed over to the Marriott and put on two different sessions on fraud protection and data theft. My session was over by 1 PM and I could have hung around the hotel for the social taking place later but I decided to head back to my hotel for a little R&R of my own. If there is one thing police know how to do, it's party. But I really didn't feel like hanging around and knew I could find entertainment of my own back at South Beach.
When I arrived back at Loews, I rushed upstairs to change into a swimsuit and head down to the pool or perhaps check out the ladies sunbathing on the beach. South Beach is known for its top optional dress and I was excited thinking about taking in the grandeur of the shore.
I stopped off at the pool and decided to catch a few rays before heading down to the beach. I had the attendant get me a cloth cover for a lounge that wasn't being used and took up a position surveying the pool when the same young lady from the previous evening plopped down in the chair beside me.
She was stunning in a two piece black bikini that was just big enough to cover strategic places but did little to hide her charms. The moisture from the pool beaded on her arms and legs as she patted herself down and took a bottle of lotion from a bag beside her chair and started rubbing it into her arms, legs, and stomach. I tried not to stare as she rubbed the white lotion up her thighs and moved closer to her crotch.
It was all I could do not to volunteer my services in rubbing her down before she leaned the chair down and took up a strategic position taking in the warm rays of the sun. We had been sitting there for some time, before I started some small talk after she adjusted and her gaze shifted over at me.
She said her name was Jamie and she was a student at Florida State. She and her brother were spending time at Loews while her mother and father enjoyed a few days cruising out of the local port. I couldn't help but comment on her dark skin and she informed me she and her brother were twins and her mother was Cuban and her father of French heritage.
Shortly a very handsome young man walked up, sand still adorning his legs from his recent trip down at the beach. Jamie introduced her brother Jeremy who she encouraged to rub sunscreen across her back. Jeremy sat on the side of the lounge chair as he squirted the lotion on both hands and rubbed it in.
His hands moved down her back and then to her legs as he moved up right to the cheeks of her ass. While I pretended to be looking straight ahead, my eyes were concentrated on his hands as they moved to her ass and his fingers moved just under the waistband of her tiny black bottoms.
She reached back and popped the clasp holding her top as he dabbed lotion where the straps had been fastened. At this moment, I almost hoped some one would yell out "fire" or something to get her to raise up for a glance at those beautiful breasts, now laying flat against a towel, exposing their sides to my stolen glances.
Jeremy patted her gently on the ass and announced he was headed up to their room for a quick shower leaving me to stare at her bronzed back and the decorative tattoo in the small of her back. It was some type of black design and was just located at the top of her bikini line.
Minutes had gone by as I continued to enjoy my beer and thinking about the beauty that lay beside me. When the pool attendant walked by, I told him I'd take another when Jamie raised up and said, "Sir, I'll have a margarita please."
Jamie sat up and held her top with her hand as she resnapped the bikini in place. The waiter brought our respective drinks and I took a long sip from the cold brew.
"I thought you said you and your brother were juniors at State," I inquired.
"Yea," she said with a smile, "We're on fall break."
"If you're juniors that mean your 21?" I inquired.
"Age?" she asked, "Actually we're both twenty. Just turned twenty matter of fact. If you haven't noticed, we're twins, she smiled. "Not identical obviously!!! I'm older by a few minutes," Jamie beamed.
"Yet, you're drinking mixed drinks?" I pressed.
"They don't check them here and anyway I have a fake ID if they did. I just charge them to the room," Jamie said so matter of factly.
"So what would you do if I told you I was a cop?" I said with a real stern expression on my face.
I watched as the smile on her face tuned to one of anxiety.
"You're shitting me right?" she said with a pained expression. "I mean, you're not like really a cop or anything... are you?"
"Actually I am," I sort of exaggerated.
I watched her shoulders sink until I felt I had taken it far enough.
"So, what do we do? Should I run you in?" I asked as I shifted my glasses down from my eyes.
"Look. I don't need any trouble. It's not like mom and dad don't know we drink. But please don't turn me in," she pleaded.
I looked and noticed she had already consumed most of the margarita before I had begun this little exchange.
"Look, I have to do what I have to do. Sir!" I called out to the attendant who was walking by. I could see the total dejection as Jamie slumped back in her lounge in disgust. "I'll have a another Corona and get the lady another margarita if you don't mind."
