Chapter Six:
“Water never felt so good!” Nancy
thought as the droplets cascaded down from the shower head.
Her head tilted forward as she braced
herself against the shower stall her arms supporting her weight while the water
fell down the back of her head and along her back falling off at the curve of
her petite ass. Retrieving the
pathetically small bar of soap she began to scrub away seven days dirt, sweat,
dust, grime.
“And sex!” she sobbed sinking as she
spoke the words to the floor of the shower her arms pulling up her legs and
hugging them close to her body while she cried uncontrollably, her body
convulsing with grief as her tears spun down the drain with the dirty
water.
She turned off the water and stepped
out, grabbed a shabby towel and dried herself before slumping on the edge of
the cot and staring across her tiny room at the brick wall outside her window
that passed for her view.
“They’ll try again, they always do, it
won’t end until I’m dead or worse than dead!
My money’s gone, most of my clothes, all my weapons and special devices,
they’ve taken them away or forced me to use them up, I even had to sell my gun
to get some food. All I have left is my
body and the knowledge it possess and even that is starting to not be enough,
I’m breaking down, making mistakes, just what they want and soon they’ll have
what they want, me dead and buried or alive and crippled so I can serve as an
example of their wrath. They knew I’d
have to turn to this to survive, ironic isn’t it, I used to enjoy my encounters
on assignments, even look forward to them, man or woman, it didn’t matter, it
was all part of the game! But now I
dread the knock on the door or the approaching footstep, but I need the money
and this is all I’ve got to sell to get it,” Nancy said rising from the cot and
looking at her body in the cracked wall mirror.
“I wonder how long it will take them to
locate me this time? Maybe I need to
move on? What will the next one make,
eleven no twelve and after that comes thirteen,” and at the mention of that
number she took the stone from her pocket replacing it quickly as several sharp
raps at her door broke her gaze.
“Only three more and we can leave to find the others,” she said
fingering the stone.
She looked at the distorted picture of herself in the mirror and smiled.
“A truer portrait never existed!” she
wise cracked before wiping away a tear and opening the door to greet her next
customer.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
She looked in the mirror again, not so
much fascinated with herself, but more in what she had become.
“Two months ago I was a one piece
woman, but this, I can hardly believe it!” Sylvia Hawthorne astonished as she
starred at her reflection.
Adorned in revealing tropical print
bikini her body sang ‘touch me’! Her
breasts firm and full clung in place jiggling just enough when she moved to
dance the eyes of all who looked.
Sylvia’s flat toned stomach curved inward at her hips and swept round to
her small tight bottom that itself had a dangerously alluring wiggle when she
walked then down a set of long gorgeously proportioned legs! Stiff powerful thighs that displayed tensing
muscle when she walked and hard firmness when she sat down to lethal calves
that curved so perfectly as to create an arc of passion for onlookers as they
plunged into a set of thin sexy ankles.
She took a final non believing look then pulled on her cover up with a
dangerous slit up the sides, a stylish hat and her sunglasses, before heading
to the pool.
“Hmm, no shortage of beautiful and
potentially dangerous suspects,” she thought making her way first to the bar
and then a chair for a bit of sun.
The sophisticated woman gave what she
was sure were several sets of prying and probing eyes a good show as she
massaged sun tan lotion about her body in a very sexy but stylish way, the
latter masking the former. Striking a
pose on the lounge chair she’d chosen she carefully creamed the lotion up her
bent poised and self tensing leg in a single long waving thin strip of creamy
white liquid, from her ankle to the top of her powerful thigh. Fingers deftly touched the substance about
her ankle and then slid down and interlocked about her toes, squeezing the
cream about each one, the excess spilling out and overflowing between fingers
and toes to a soft sucking sound. Hands
at the ready she spread the lotion about her calf, one hand working the back of
her leg the other the front in small spiralling motions until she was moistened
to her liking! Sylvia Hawthorne then
placed her index finger on her knee directly in the line of cream and ran it up
her leg, spreading the whitish lotion even wider as she went until she reached
the top where her other hand began to swirl in the lotion as before. She switched legs and repeated the process
before moving onto her flat hard, but sexy stomach. A teasing shower of the pale lotion sprayed
up from between her legs and unto her stomach a wry smile crossing her lips as
several men excused themselves from loungers around her and walked in a hurried
but stilted pace away!
A dab on one of her fingers and a
careful trace of her exposed breasts around her bikini top followed, before her
hands swung round the small of her back and rubbed about, the resulting action
pushing up her already impressively firm tits even higher and straining the top
to near the breaking point! She finished
with her arms, neck and head before closing the bottle and settling into the
chair again.
“Aren’t you going to do your back?”
came a voice and a widening shadow over her from above.
The bronzed and glowing woman languidly
turned her head to one side and smiled.
“Your too late if you’re offering, I’ve
done it myself,” she answered turning her head back.
“Such a hard to reach place your must
be very flexible as well as in excellent shape!” he said in a panting but
complimentary way of someone trying to over reach.
“I do my best, now if you’d please move
I’d like to let the lotion do its purpose with the sun!” Sylvia smiled coolly.
He did move to the lounge chair beside her,
but at least he was out of her sun. Mrs.
Hawthorne took a sideways look at him, mid twenties, tall, blonde, Teutonic
looking, with chiselled handsome face and a well muscle toned copper coloured
body.
“Definitely easy on the eyes and if
that knot between his legs is any indication, a pleasure in other places as
well!” she thought feeling her own temperature rise and not because of the sun.
“Sylvia Hawthorne,” the spy offered
holding out her hand which he took warmly and firmly, something she liked.
Kurt Kessler,” he said with just the
slightest hint of victory in his voice.
“What part of Germany are you from and
what brings you to Gat, not that I’m complaining!” Sylvia added to easy the
sting of the probing question.
“Essen and I’m here trying to secure
oil contracts with the government. I had
a few days off after some hectic meetings, somebody told me about this place
and well here I am, and you?”
“Business as well. I’m an art dealer for Price and Gatehouse in
New York; we deal extensively in North African art. I’m her trying to secure contracts as
well. Gat is a very old city and full of
interesting shops and a vibrant artistic community, staying here is just a
perk!” she laughed.
“Well now that we’ve met can I get you
a fresh drink and I’ll try to do it without blocking the sun!” he laughed back.
“Manhattan please,” she smiled.
“A New York drink for a New York
woman,” he laughed then disappeared, Sylvia watching his hard buns shift within
his Speedo bathing suit as he went, her heart going a little faster than
normal!
He was back quickly, depositing her
drink on the table between them and lying back on his lounge chair taking in
the sun as well. They didn’t speak for
the longest time, a fact Mrs. Hawthorne enjoyed, not because she didn’t want to
talk, but because they didn’t have to, to be comfortable with one another. As the sun traversed its familiar path across
the sky Kurt adjusted the large umbrella to provide a little shade for them and
he hoped privacy as their location in a corner provided.
“You look like you need more lotion
Kurt?” she said hopefully opening the cap and squeezing it onto her hands.
“Please,” he said leaning forward, his
stomach muscles crunching as they contracted.
Sylvia nervously applied it to his arms
and neck, her hands unsure and unsteady as she worked.
“He’s almost half my age! What am I doing!” she was thinking. Her nervous thoughts must have been transmitted
to him; he took her hands in his and began to rub them against his chest. Mrs. Hawthorne steadied herself and somehow
managed to get the rest of his stomach, legs and back done.
“Oh god, now he’s going to reciprocate
am I ready for this? What do I do if I
loose control, I’m near the edge now!” she thought as he emptied some lotion
onto her hands sensing her nervousness Kurt started with her arms.
His strong hands gently applied the
lotion in smooth even strokes that did anything but calm her as he could
tell. She fidgeted and jumped nervously
as he worked about her stomach and thighs and legs, the later being raised up
by him and stroked with soft caresses. Before
she knew it, Mrs. Hawthorne found herself bending forward to him, her lips
finding his softly and sweetly in a tender embrace. She got up from her lounge chair, adjusted
the umbrella and sat down on his lounge chair, her back to him, her body
between his legs.
Kurt rubbed the lotion into her back,
his gentle touch surging her longing to the surface. Mrs. Hawthorne swept her hands behind her and
down into the front of his suit and around his manhood! He nuzzled and kissed her neck while she
expertly rubbed him hard with her soft soothing hands, a turn of her head
secured their lips and dancing tongues tormented each other with fiery licks of
pleasure. She tilted forward lifting her
small firm ass just of the lounge chair, he came with her each persons hands
securing about their respective inhibiting garments and sliding them discreetly
down!
Sylvia reclined into him, tilting her
hips as she did to receive his massively engorged prong! She captured his tip, and expertly worked him
in, her yoga skills coming into play. A
final thrust and she had him totally, he came forward wrapped his hands about
her firm erect tits, her nipples stiff and responsive to his touch while she
began her motion until the camouflage of the large umbrella.
Steady small controlled tilts and turns
of her hips worked them both to orgasm in minutes, his exceptional as she rose
and fell along his massive steel shaft spilling him in a sustained frenzy of
joy as he shuddered to her touch!
Thinking him spent she began to pull
free, he rose with her, his hardened cock thrusting deep into her and setting
off another lurid dance as their hips found a slow rhythm together. His touch of her nipples was electrifying,
slow massaging circles and gentle stroke across the soft pads of his palm
coupled with the rolling cuddle from the tips of his fingers drove her insane
with pleasure, she came sharply, her body jerking as he held her in place, his
insistent pushes, giving her joy beyond measure as he expertly drew out her orgasm
for her! He came soon after, her
encircling hip moments nearly crippling him with sharp stabs of magic! Mrs. Hawthorne slipped him free and the two
clothed themselves once more. It had
been discreet and wonderful and both wanted more, he took her hand and led the way,
she insisting they stop at the bar Champagne on ice, before the two walked hand
in hand to his room, closing the blinds and locking the door.
“Maybe I’d better go?” Sylvia said in
an embarrassed tone seconds later.
“Why?” was all Kurt could muster?
“I’m old enough to be your mother and
well, what just happened was wonderful, exciting and a tad dangerous, I mean
the chance of being caught, but well I’m not sure about this?” she questioned.
“Your age means nothing to me. You’re beautiful, sexy and have a wonderful
body and what you can do with it is incredible!
I only hope I can be as good for you?” Kurt stated as he slipped his
arms around her waist and pulled her a little closer.
Mrs. Hawthorne resisted for just the
briefest of seconds before succumbing to his magic. She twinned her arms about his neck and
closed her mouth about his in a hot lick of passion. The two undid each other from their clothes
slowly and tenderly before Mrs. Hawthorne offered him her raised leg. He delicately guided it up and around his
waist his hands then cupped her firm buns as she raised and secured the other
leg around him! They kissed and cuddled
until he pushed her up a little and impaled himself with a sharp stab and a
moan of joy from Sylvia, she pounded her hips back and forth driving him deep
into her! Kurt’s tender squeezing and
releasing of her taut butt set the pace, it quickening rapidly with each back
and forth stroke as they clung to each other in heated desire.
The stimulation from his jackhammer
cock drove her over the edge within a minute!
She went taut in his grip, moaning and convulsing with spasmodic joy,
her head falling limply on his shoulder her body following suit for just second
until his arching hips pushed down and then up again and again, giving her
aftershocks of nearly impossible ecstasy until she was a rag doll in his arms,
spent and weak, but still capable of more, for him. She twisted and circled her hips, slowly,
kissing him as she moved, drawing his enormous shaft back and forth and side to
side, stimulating him with incredible velvet friction until he tensed and came
in a massive surge that she extended with practiced skill until he was forced
to let her slip from his arms in exhaustion.
“I think we need a small break?” he
stammered.
“Tried already, I’m just getting
going!” she smiled playfully as she led him to the bed retrieving the champagne
bucket along the way.
The two naked lovers slowly sipped
champagne, their eyes dancing over the others body. Sylvia admiring his lean muscularly sculpted
physique, his smooth hairless body and his wonderful lips. He igniting over her wonderful flowing legs,
the thin ankles that crested up with an oh so succulent curve of skin and sinew
into the most gorgeous pair of calves he’d ever seen and on up to soft yet hard
thighs that danced when she moved, overall the kind of legs that could
hypnotise a man with the slightest of movements. Her small granite ass that danced when she
moved her deadly hips up to her amazingly firm and full breasts with small rose
bud coloured nipples. The tender turn of
her neck, her luscious full lips, beautiful flawlessly smooth face and dancing
hungry eyes made her a woman any man would loose his head for!
“You need to be clean for me,” she said
after a while, he made a move to get up and go to the washroom to clean himself
off, not needing any hints as to what was coming next, namely him.
Mrs. Hawthorne quickly wrapped her legs
about his waist and pulled him back to her.
“You’ll not escape me so easily! And besides I have something else in mind for
you!” she whispered into his ear, her radiant body pressing into his back.
She reached into the champagne bucket
and retrieved an ice cube, slowly applying it to his chest. Kurt jumped a little at the cold reality of
its touch but adjusted as Sylvia ran the cube up and down his rippled stomach
muscles, the droplets running down and cresting each ridge as they went. Slowly the cube disintegrated and she picked
another, this time going lower.
“You appear to be having the opposite
desired effect?” Kurt smiled as his member receded under the cooling wave of
the ice flow.
“I’m sure warmer weather is on the
horizon!” Mrs. Hawthorne smiled as she uncoiled from him and moved in front a
predatory smile on her face as she picked up a new ice cube in each hand and
washed him some more.
“In fact I can already feel the hot
savannah wind coming on,” she said bending her face near his flaccid member.
“Just a little more fire and ice,” she
added with a very anticipatory smile as she worked.
She playfully worked around his shaft,
rubbing her cheeks against it, brushing her lips lightly along it parting her lips
just a fraction as she engulfed the head in passing before sliding down the
other side! The tease was insanely
wonderful and aggravating for him, all men, and she knew it, but that was part
of the game! She’d capture it when the
time was right!
“So much for a timid retreat?” she
smiled looking up along his washboard stomach at his face twisted in ecstasy at
her touch while his pole throbbed in her hands.
She took him in, her tongue and lips
twisting his body like an excited snake, his head thrashing, trying to raise
itself and look at her, but falling back at the skill of her touch. He contented himself with fondling her hair
and shoulders before cupping her tits in his heads and rubbing her nipples
softly between his fingers and across the spaces between his fingers, the touch
counter touch jerking her body with shocks of electricity. Her tongue washed about his steel monument
touching every nerve as she went in an attack of pleasure.
He wanted more, but he wanted her
more! His hands left her breasts and
slipped under her arms with a pulling action that she didn’t resist. Sylvia came up his body letting go of his
cock with a final lash of her tongue before her lips found his and her tongue a
new more active partner! Kurt's hands
languidly traced along the soft smooth skin of her ass before sliding up and in
and around the dangerous curves of her hips and back again, Mrs. Hawthorne’s
ass relaxing and contracting to his stroking appeal.
Her kissing slowed about his lips and
neck as she repositioned her hips, pulling up his body searching for his tip
when he surged over and reversed their positions pinning her beneath him! He arched up, arcing his body like a bow
pulled taut then let fly his arrow spearing her writhing body as her hips shimmied
to accommodate his mass! He contorted
downward bowing into her several times as he worked himself inside her, lips
receiving and securing about his throbbing mass slowly caterpillering up his
stem with steady tractoring progress until she had him all!
The pace was quick, but not frenzied as
they built each other.
“My god his technique is wonderful!”
Sylvia thought. “Those twist’s and
double thrusts get into every corner!”
She came quickly, stilling herself with
deep moans and sighs before the spasms of ecstasy shook her endlessly, his
staff prolonging her joy. Slowly she
recovered and began to move, but he took command again, setting the pace and
tilting her up! Her clitoris, already
swollen with pleasure was attacked once more, his enlarged mass rubbing softly
against it in glorious friction. She
arched herself more and was rewarded with an orgasm beyond anything she’d
experienced! It seemed endless, wondrously
delirious and impossible to explain, she screamed in convulsive joy snaking her
body beneath him wringing every last ounce of pleasure from it!
Kurt grabbed her arms, rocked back and
pulled her up into his awaiting arms, his deep thrusting rocking her limp body
up and down her sex pinned in perfect position once more. Mrs. Hawthorne built and built until she
exploded for a third time, her body wringing in his arms and shaking, hot and
liquid to the touch, his ramming obelisk giving her spent body elation beyond
all. She was totally drained and limp as
he let her drop to the bed, her scorching body searing the sheets as she
landed, unable to respond she watched him, still inside her, reach under the
pillow and retrieve the gun!
“I knew it would was too good to be
true, but I foolishly refused to believe it!” Sylvia barely whispered from
exhaustion.
“D.O.O.M. has a complete dossier on you
and after careful analysis it was decided to change tactics and see if you
could adjust Mrs. Hawthorne. Since
you’ve had so much success against female agents it was decided to play to your
ego and use a male agent to seduce you!
It appears our choice was correct!” Kurt said levelling the silencer
against her forehead.
“It certainly worked, especially the
last three she said with a smile your technique was superb, orgasm me into
weakness, but how did you avoid the same fate, you couldn’t resist me before?”
she inquired curiously despite her circumstances.
“My positioning and equally important
your positioning by me! The result is
all the friction is put on you, although you think it’s being shared
equally. You can’t resist the feeling
and more importantly you don’t question it.
In your mind I’m just taking longer to reach climax, but it will happen! Couple that with your complete non suspicion
and well you see the result before you!” he smiled. “I’ve fucked you in helplessness!”
Mrs. Hawthorne swallowed hard as she
looked into his eyes. He had her in a
perfect position, the gun at her forehead, his other hand holding both her
hands by the wrists above her head and the weight of his body pressing down on
her, his cock still hard and pulsing within her.
“One more time, kill me when I cum!”
she smiled lightly pulling her hips back and forth his granite snake sliding in
and out.
Her hips, not her words, convinced him,
she was lovely an excellent lover and he had the gun!
Sylvia pumped her hips in a slow even
beat, drawing back and forth, his shaft and tip stimulating her slowly but
effectively, as always! She tensed her
frame, circled her hips a few times as the well of desire sprung up into and
exploded a short time later as her twitching body felt his prong dance inside
her with magical results, a few sudden thrusts brought the final wave of joy as
her body crashed to the sheet in spinning pleasure. She waited a few seconds smiled and then
looked at him.
“Thank you Kurt, that was wonderful,
it’s a pity you didn’t come because it was your last chance!” Mrs. Hawthorne said
with a serpent grin on her face as she freed her hands, seized the gun and
rolled him over reversing their positions.
“Tell me Kurt does your dossier say
what I studied in College or have an insight into my ego?” Sylvia said as she
dropped the gun onto the floor.
“Because if it did you’d know I studied
acting as well as History. Do you really
think I would believe a man of your age would choose me over a poolside of
Bikini clad twenty something’s? Although
my body can measure up to theirs in most ways, their still twenty something and
I’m 44, the math not to mention the hormones don’t add up, yet you chose me! While I was flattered I knew there was a
reason, my ego doesn’t extent as far as you had hoped. The rest of course was a game, a most
pleasurable one, but still a game. I
made the first move and you responded, thinking me grateful. Two poolside couplings with you in perfect
position, offered by me, to kill your target and I noticed during our sunny
liaison that you gave me the chance to do the same to you! Know doubt you were testing the waters, so to
speak, banking on my reputation, as I’m sure your dossier says of me killing
quickly and of course being suspicious of any and all people who cross my path!
When I didn’t you assumed me defenceless and we moved on. Your techniques were excellent, they wore me
down and had me, but I knew I could count on your ego to give me one more
moment of pleasure after all your plan had worked perfectly, except for one
small thing you discounted, me and oh yes the ice cubes and my nail polish!”
she hissed showing him her paint free nails.
“Water soluble, harmless when dry of
course, but add a little water and the varnish dissolves instantly absorbing
into the skin! I was careful not to
touch it with my skin, instead holding the ice cube with my nails thus allowing
the poison to enter your skin as I ran the cubes about your highly edible
body!” Sylvia said licking her lips in delight before planting a kiss on his.
“This poison takes a while to work, but
the results are effective as you can see!
Complete neuro blocking of the brain’s pathways to the muscles, you
still have all your strength, it’s just impossible to get a signal to them! I took a chance, but I knew you’d want me
weak enough to handle so I knew our sessions would continue for some time! Now how about one more before I kill you!”
Mrs. Hawthorne hissed as she put her hands behind her head, running them
through her damp hair as she straightened her back and tortured her hips about
his massive engorged rod!
“Mmmm, yes!” she purred deeply as her
head turned side to side, rising and falling with each twist of her hips about
his seized missile.
“I’m close so close soooooooo!” Sylvia
yelled.
She convulsed uncontrollable her pelvis
rising and ramming into him again and again as she screamed in elation, her
fingers running over her nipples then back up her neck and into her hair, her
eyes closed as the joy washed over her in tidal pools of gratification until
she was finally drained.
“Your dossier was right about one
thing, I do kill quickly, but only when I’m ready!” she whisper pulling free,
grabbing his arms and jerking him up at the waist before supplely and
gracefully rolling herself over, crossing his arms in the process!
Her legs slithered under his arms just enough to allow the tops of her
feet to secure around the back of his neck, the toes of her feet interlocking
to form a sealed bond. Her powerful legs
pulled forward as her torso pushed up her soft yielding ass receiving him as it
contracted about his face! She worked
him in and then tensed sealing the trap her coiled body in complete domination
of his! She waited several minutes
before releasing his hands and pushing up on her own until she was suspended
about his, her hands resting beside his ankles.
A sharp sideways turn of her hips snapped his neck! Mrs. Hawthorne relaxed and released her
lifeless victim his body falling limply to the bed.
“That’s the first time all afternoon
you’ve wilted to my touch!” she smiled before slipping on her bikini.
“Don’t worry darling I’ll see myself
out and not to worry one call and you’ll never know anyone was in this room!’
she said closing the door.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
“Kurt failed, so I guess she falls to
me!” she said nervously into the receiver.
“What does she have to do with this?”
“Oh so she’ll be here in another day, excellent,
two old broads for the price of one!”
“Yes I’m aware of her abilities, but is
she aware of mine! I’ll finish the both
of them and get the stones for D.O.O.M.!
Kurt’s failure is his failure alone!
As I said when I heard about this never sent a man to do what a woman
can do better!”
“There’s no need to remind me of my
limited experience and youth, that is a plus if you know how to use it!” she
said ending the call.
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