Classic Appeal 2

You need me

‘We have no available agents, even for the short duration this mission involves,’ Number 2 explained.

‘Yes, I am aware of that.  What I was looking for was a solution, not a repeat of the current situation,’

Number 1 countered in an annoyed voice.  

‘I have come with a proposal,’ he said,handing him a file.  ‘Extremely high success rate.’

‘She’s also retired, well just.  The target is a young agent, I’m not sure she has the necessary equipment for

this operation.’

‘When she retired, she was still bikini certified, quite an achievement.  She does some teaching of our new

recruits.  The very fact she actually was able to be an agent for so long and be effective means we need to

consider the option, not to mention, it appears to be our only one.’

‘Let’s have her in for an interview.  See if she still has it, then we’ll make a decision.’

^^^

‘Apologies for my tardiness, but a few of the girls had questions about evening gowns and, well, it took

longer than I expected,’ Anne Gray explained as she breezed into the office.  

‘It's good to see you two again,’ she smiled, bending over to kiss the first, then coming around the desk to

kiss the other.  I take it this is the mission dossier, that you for getting it ready for me, I promise I won’t let

you down.  Oh, don’t get up, you’ll just fall down anyway.  My kiss carries consequences,’ she smiled. 

Don’t worry you’ll be fine in about an hour.’

Anne went home and read the mission dossier several times while she picked her clothes and accessories for

the mission.  Since retiring from active full time duty she’d done several small jobs for her organisation and

a few freelance ones so her hand and head were still in the game.  She also still had the body, an asset she

deployed to perfection.  

‘This is the point in life where a woman starts to disappear from the male eye.  Sure, I get more than my fair

share of looks, but mostly from older men, not that I mind, but it's the younger ones that don’t look much,

but catch their eye and they do, then they are curious.  Mostly, they just view you as a diversion, something

to brag about to their friends and they think they're doing you a favour.  Well favours are welcome however

in this case I don’t think he’s going to like the thank you.  But first impressions,’ she finished choosing her

dress for the journey.

‘Anne Gray,’ she said to the man at the front desk.

‘Yes Miss Gray.  Welcome,’  he said in a friendly voice, she knew why her organisation had booked the best

cabana for her, it also had the added benefit of being the most isolated so her and her guest would be heard

and more importantly, disturbed.  ‘Would you like to see your cabana now?’ he said after all the necessary

signing had been done.

‘No thank you, I like to take a look about, perhaps have a drink by the pool or lounge.  Please have my bags

taken there,’ she smiled.  

Anne got a drink from one of the many bars, a gin and tonic with her personal favourite Bombay Sapphire

East turned and looked about the crowd.  A mix of young and old, some of all ages trying too hard with

looks or clothes that didn’t work for them.  Anne walked about, letting her legs do the talking, always one of

her best assets.  She drew plenty of looks but the person she was after was not there.  She moved on and

found him inside and alone at a table, but with an audience of two young things looking at him.  Anne didn’t

blame them, he was attractive, slim and definitely in excellent shape.  

Anne walked slowly past him, just the perfect pace to let her perfume hang in the air, taking a table several

away from his and one up.  It had the perfect angle for her to be seen and for her legs to catch his eye and

then elegantly cross while he pretended not to watch.

Anne was secretly thrilled, she hadn’t had that feeling since her first mission decades along.  Knowing that

something so simple could have such a reaction on a person.  She drank her drink and stared off.  She knew

she didn’t need eye contact, she’d made her impression.  The girls at the bar knew it as well as they soon

left, Anne left a few minutes after that, reversing the way she’d entered to give him just a little more.

^^^

‘It is not the most revealing dress, but I don’t want that, that is for later, better to stun him in bed, then you

have the real advantage.  This is elegance to be played with just a hint of hope on my part, that can get a

young man into my arms then with just the right words and movements into my bed.’

It was dinner and dancing, for those that desired the latter and Anne was most assuredly in that camp.  ‘If

played right, it's basically vertical sex or at the very least a prelude to it,’ she thought, taking a table past his,

her bum swishing just perfectly to catch an eye and make that person wonder what else it could do.

She ate a very light dinner never looking directly at him but about every so often.  After dinner the music

started, couples and some people who hoped to couple together for the night made their way to the floor. 

Anne, practiced in the art of acting, looked about with that hopeful expression that someone would ask her. 

She only had to wait two more songs until a slow one came on.  

Would you like to dance with me?  I’m sorry all the really handsome men seem to have partners, but lucky

for me they all have terrible eyesight, they left the most elegant and beautiful woman behind.  Not for long I

hope?’  he said.

‘Charming and cheesy, but it worked,’ Anne thought as she offered her gloved hand, rising elegantly from

the table.  

She moved elegantly into his embrace, keeping a distance as they chatted.  He was a good dancer, she

enjoyed herself as she gradually slipped closer and closer throughout the evening, her elegant gloves playing

softly against his neck, the satin creating its own kind of electricity as she created another kind.  

‘Explore away sugar, it's all me, no shaping corset or control what you feel is all natural.  

He kept his hands in polite areas, they were in company but she could tell he wanted to go other places and

just as a hand slid down as he turned them about into a corner where no one could see she gave him a small

kiss to his ear as a sign she liked it and wanted more as her body tightened against his.  

It took a few more dances throughout the evening, the intervals between each getting shorter, a sure sign he

liked and wanted to touch her body and she was more than willing to let that happen, her acting skills

projecting a surprised delight in the hopes of something else happening.  

Subtle sways of a hip, a small press in here and there and both understood where this was going.  

^^^

‘I’m a little out of practice,’ Anne said after a kiss in the living room of her cabana.  ‘It’s been a while.  But,

as the saying goes, practice makes perfect and we have all night,’ she said then kissed him again, this time

amping it up a touch.  

‘This is the perfect time for a cliche,’ she said after things had clearly progressed to the bedroom stage.  ‘I’m

going to excuse myself and slip into something more comfortable,’ she smiled, taking his hand and leading

him into the bedroom, before she disappeared into the bathroom. 

‘Thank you for the compliment,’ she smiled reclining on the bed before his nude form, he understood what

she meant by it.  ‘I left you a little work to do, I hope you don’t mind,’ she offered as they came together on

the bed.

Anne had to admit, he was a skilled and very giving lover, he covered her in kisses and touches, finding out

what she liked and then stimulating those areas, very thoroughly.  Her necklace was the first to go, it was the

nips and kisses he left behind in the process that fired her.  Her negligee went next, he slowly lifted it over

her head, his tongue finding her nipple then the other as she reclined on the bed from the pleasure and let

him go crazy on her as she swept her arms about his toned torso.  Eventually her hands cupped about his

neck and pulled him up, he pierced her perfectly as he came to her.  Anne quivered at the contact, his prong

rigid and thick.  He thrust several times, her hips tilting and accommodating him as she pulled him in a final

turn of her hips engulfing his extensive manhood in her warm and seductive embrace.  

Anne let her experience do her bidding, she quickly climaxed him, her motion, that of an experienced

cunning vixen as she wrung his stem for every ounce of fluid she could extract.  Once he was fully

discharged he worked to make her join him.  Again, the cunning spy answered, making him work and work

until she finally allowed herself to orgasm, her embellishment of his skills sold perfectly.  Now it was her

turn to attack, she slipped free and slithered onto his back, her wet, searing tongue finding his ear, a very

sensitive spot that she used to drive him crazy.  Her hands disappeared under him, cupping his semi in her

hands and slowly kneading while her mouth and tongue nipped and ran about his neck, his body writhing

in ecstasy and desperate to get at her, which she refused.  Her mouth came around his neck and found his,

her tongue inside and dominating him.  

Anne knew how to move and more importantly how to make him move where she wanted him so with little

effort he found himself behind her, she sitting between his legs lifting up her hands around his huge pole

guiding him into her paradise as she pushed down.  His hands needed no help finding her breasts and she

was soon heavily breathing from his fingers about her nipples.  This time she held nothing back, her orgasm

was insane, her body shook and swayed as he thrusted into her with madness until she was lost in pleasure

and a rag doll being shaken endlessly in joy.  However, even in the throws of pleasures her hips worked on

him and he came again, her motion too much for any man to resist.  Just as she finished he erupted putting

her in the perfect position to use all her wiles to totally siphon him, which she did.  Her ass and hips dancing

him into a long orgasm, his grunting moans and pushes only exacerbating the continuing pleasure trap

she’d caught him in.  

Finally he finished, a few twists of her hips took the last from him, she turned her head, kissed him, relaxed

her hold and pushed him back, turned about and fell on top of him.

Anne kissed him hungrily, her tongue deep inside his mouth and dancing.  They’d had three each, but he

was clearly flagging from being on top all the time.  She slowed down his rhythm in a natural way then

slowly took control of the pace without him being aware.  He was still wonderfully hard inside her but still,

no more throbbing.  While her hands caressed his wonderful form she shortened the stroke and changed the

motion, her tensing tensing to engulf his rod in an arousing kiss from her walls of pleasure.  She could feel

his stem responding after a short time, still controlling things she guided him to climax.  She felt his lips go

still on hers, his body close against hers, wanted to rise and thrust into her.  She kept him tight to her, her

paradise dancing about as he stilled for a fraction of a second then spilled gloriously into her, she feel the

rush of fluid as he grunted and moaned, her legs slipped over his to hold him place as he thrust madly again

\and again, his body quaking against hers as she was pressed into the mattress.  Anne’s skill kept it going for

much longer than he had ever experienced then she used her feminine talents to induce over a minute of

insane aftershocks that gyrated his now limp and lethargic body, a final twist of her succulent hips crashing

what was left of him.  Anne gave him a final kiss and rolled them onto their sides and pulled free.

‘There’s still something there,’ she smiled, wiping him off with a small towel she’d brought from the

bathroom as he lay prostrate on his back then he stirred a little.

Anne rested her head across his legs.  Hot breath preceded her arrival, a warm wet caress from her lips.  Just

the lightest, merest contact, then a slight turn from her mouth, no other movement, she just let his limp wire

rest, the edge of his tip barely covered.  She could feel his breathing change, he shifted slightly, she let him

go then resettled begin again, she knowing it would only build him.  After a while, she offered slow tender

compressions, much lighter than a kisses while the tip of her tongue sent shards of pleasure up his stem and

into his body as it licked his shaft.  It took only a few touches for him to start growing.  Anne coiled her

tongue around his semi flaccid rod pinning it in place as her mouth swallowed him totally.

The bed became a torrent of activity, his body snapping and twisting as he moaned in delight, hands pulling

at her to release and come to him, she refused and turned her mouth driving the pleasure to a new level as he

sat up desperate to pry her free. Another twist the other way sent him crashing back to the bed where he

shook then a long calm came over him before he felt the rush of release from a final touch. 

Anne caught his incredible discharge in the towel using its softness and the skill of her hands to wring the

last but he had out of him.  She tossed it on the floor and crawled up his heaving hot and spent body.

‘Your spent sugar, drained and limp,’ she smiled, picking up one of his arms and letting it fall freely to the

bed.  ‘I haven’t used a Cock Cobra, it’s a nerve blocker, small bites you were too busy to notice did the trick

and now you're helpless and mine, in a long time’ she smiled then nipped his lips.  ‘Yes, I’m a spy, I was

retired, but they unretired me for this mission.  I can tell by the look on your face you never suspected. 

Good, my cover worked, just some older woman desperate to prove she’s still desirable.  I think I scored a

10 on that and you seemed to like what it did, especially the last part when you thought you had nothing

left.  Lucky for you an experienced woman knows better.  If I’d held onto you I would have killed you and

my mission would be over.  Likewise, I could have used a poisonous lipstick or any other feminine poison

to finish you quickly, but where’s the fun in that,’ she smiled.

‘So what to do with you and how?  Something quick or something slow so I remember it as my last

termination, when they retire me again.  Something slow seems appropriate.  Funny, you at the beginning

of your career, me at the end, kind of kismet if you think of it,’ she smiled, then sat up straddling him.  

‘He so wants to, what a great compliment, but he just has nothing left,’ Anne said while her hand caressed

his stem.    She bent forward and kissed him, one kiss becoming many.

‘There is another way sugar.  I never wanted to retire, they made me.  I still have a lot to offer and you

seem a very willing and pleasing student.   It's dangerous, maybe deadly, for both of us, but we each benefit. 

I continue to be an agent and you get a mentor who can make you a better agent, with fringe benefits of

course and a slight modification as to how you work, but we can discuss that later, if you agree..  I have

more than enough money and black ops contacts that we will never be without work,’ she said between

kisses then inserted his hard stem into her and rocked.  ‘Tell you want, do not say a word, just cum if you

agree,’ she smiled, feeling him stir inside her.