From Russia with Love"
“FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE”
Louise’s flat was located on a quiet street in the Presnensky District, just Northwest of Moscow center. Home to many expats, the Moscow Zoo and the Embassy to the United States were also located there. Her apartment was small, but sufficient for her needs as a single woman not needing much. Decorated in typical feminine style, soft pastel blues, floral artwork, and fluffy pillows on the coach, it was extremely comfortable. As a Senior CIA Intel Specialist, her money went extremely far, particularly in this part of Moscow.
Last time I saw Lou was about a year when we were working a covert mission with a Russian Informant regarding stolen US documents. I had to return to Moscow to close operations in this District as tensions between the US and Russia were increasing. Despite needing to do this quickly, I had to see Lou even if it was dangerous to be seen together. We had been involved for many years. It was good to see her.
After quite a few Stoli Gold Martinis, I made my way to the bathroom and passed a room with a massage table set up. When I returned I could not help but ask,
“So, Lou, are things this slow that you need to take on masseuse work on the side?”
“ I actually put it up today knowing you would be here”.
“In your last text you said you twisted your back playing golf in D.C. with the Chief. I sense you are still hurting as I can see you moving more deliberately than usual.”
Before I had a chance to answer, Louise handed me a sheet and said, “take off your clothes and lie face down on the table, cover up with this while I change out of my work clothes and put on something less constricting.” I stripped down to my black boxer briefs and got on the table and soon she returned in a pair of sweatpants and a tank top.
“Ready?”
“Sure, I guess.”
She lowered the lights, lit lavender scented candles, and played soothing spa music.
Louise began by digging her elbows into my upper back. For a fleeting moment, my mind wandered thinking this would become more than just a massage….but hat is all it is. My life is too complicated now and not sure I can manage anything else.
She spent about 20 minutes on my back and then moved to my legs, particularly my hamstrings. I tensed a bit from the slight pain as she pummeled them, uncovering the knots in my muscle. She uncovered one leg at a time and folded the thin sheet so that the rest of me was under the cloth. Then she moved to my calves and feet and then to my butt.
“This won’t do” she said laughing.
“What won't Lou” ???
“Relax Art, I can’t work the muscle properly if it is covered up”.
With a swooping motion, she peeled off my boxer briefs and tossed them aside. I tried to relax but her fingers stroking my ass made that extremely hard. And soon, that was not the only thing hard about me. At least I was lying face down so I would not be totally embarrassed. After kneading my buttocks for five minutes or so, Louise said, “OK, turn over.”
“Excuse me?”
“The back is only half of your body, I need to work on your front.”
I thought to myself, now what am I going to do, about my current condition….
“Got a bit excited there Art? Do not worry about that. I’ve done this plenty of times and it is inevitable that it happens.”
She lifted up the sheet and told me to roll over. I was not thrilled about laying on my back and showing her where my mind had been. When she let go of the sheet it formed an embarrassing tent.
“Mmm, how lovely.” She said.
I opened my eyes and Louise dropped the sheet to the floor and climbed onto the table and straddled me. Here sweatpants were gone as were the rest of her clothes. She was waxed clean, and her tiny breasts were pink and absolutely beautiful. In another moment I knew we would be one. And when that happens, I would need to imagine myself somewhere else.
“Louise, I can’t do this.”
“You clearly can and obviously want to…I can tell.” …pointing to my erect cock.
“But the thing is…I can’t…I’m, um, in a relationship now”
“Art, she will never find out from me and nobody but us will ever know. Just relax and enjoy this…just as we both enjoyed this while we worked together for years. No strings now, just pure pleasure.”
I closed my eyes and the next thing I knew Lou was riding my manhood like nothing I had experienced before. She felt so silky and wet…it felt amazing. I had to admit, Lou knew how to fuck and pleasure a man. In the past it was difficult to start the workday after a night with her. But this time she was fucking with abandon, grunting and moaning, I had never seen her like this before. He nectar was flowing from her thighs to the table and he fragrance filled the small room, blending with the lavender candle scent….a sex bouquet.
“Lou..” I finally was able to eek out. What has happened to you?
“I haven’t been with a man since you left, and I need cock so badly. I’m a rather good masturbator to porn and you know I have lots of toys, but there is nothing like the feel of a hard cock spurting loads of sticky cum inside you…and I am not letting this opportunity pass.”
Lou kept pouncing up and down on my dick hitting my full balls each time. As she did, she began pulling on her nipples on those tiny tits. I was getting so turned on and could feel my precum mixing with her juices.
“Baby I am close” I said.
“So am I, move your hips and fuck my bare cunt”
I got into a perfect rhythm with Lou and within about a minute, I exploded my load as she screamed she was cumming. Lou collapsed on top of me and we just laid there for at least ten minutes. Then we both got off the table without saying a word and I followed her to the kitchen.
“More Stoli?” she asked.
“Sure, I need it.”
Louise poured two glasses of vodka, neat, handed me one and I followed her to the balcony. Sitting there naked looking at Moscow Center lights in a distance made me forget why I was here, my life back home and what my life was with Lou when we worked together. Tonight, was really “From Russia with Love.”
The End.
Louise’s flat was located on a quiet street in the Presnensky District, just Northwest of Moscow center. Home to many expats, the Moscow Zoo and the Embassy to the United States were also located there. Her apartment was small, but sufficient for her needs as a single woman not needing much. Decorated in typical feminine style, soft pastel blues, floral artwork, and fluffy pillows on the coach, it was extremely comfortable. As a Senior CIA Intel Specialist, her money went extremely far, particularly in this part of Moscow.
Last time I saw Lou was about a year when we were working a covert mission with a Russian Informant regarding stolen US documents. I had to return to Moscow to close operations in this District as tensions between the US and Russia were increasing. Despite needing to do this quickly, I had to see Lou even if it was dangerous to be seen together. We had been involved for many years. It was good to see her.
After quite a few Stoli Gold Martinis, I made my way to the bathroom and passed a room with a massage table set up. When I returned I could not help but ask,
“So, Lou, are things this slow that you need to take on masseuse work on the side?”
“ I actually put it up today knowing you would be here”.
“In your last text you said you twisted your back playing golf in D.C. with the Chief. I sense you are still hurting as I can see you moving more deliberately than usual.”
Before I had a chance to answer, Louise handed me a sheet and said, “take off your clothes and lie face down on the table, cover up with this while I change out of my work clothes and put on something less constricting.” I stripped down to my black boxer briefs and got on the table and soon she returned in a pair of sweatpants and a tank top.
“Ready?”
“Sure, I guess.”
She lowered the lights, lit lavender scented candles, and played soothing spa music.
Louise began by digging her elbows into my upper back. For a fleeting moment, my mind wandered thinking this would become more than just a massage….but hat is all it is. My life is too complicated now and not sure I can manage anything else.
She spent about 20 minutes on my back and then moved to my legs, particularly my hamstrings. I tensed a bit from the slight pain as she pummeled them, uncovering the knots in my muscle. She uncovered one leg at a time and folded the thin sheet so that the rest of me was under the cloth. Then she moved to my calves and feet and then to my butt.
“This won’t do” she said laughing.
“What won't Lou” ???
“Relax Art, I can’t work the muscle properly if it is covered up”.
With a swooping motion, she peeled off my boxer briefs and tossed them aside. I tried to relax but her fingers stroking my ass made that extremely hard. And soon, that was not the only thing hard about me. At least I was lying face down so I would not be totally embarrassed. After kneading my buttocks for five minutes or so, Louise said, “OK, turn over.”
“Excuse me?”
“The back is only half of your body, I need to work on your front.”
I thought to myself, now what am I going to do, about my current condition….
“Got a bit excited there Art? Do not worry about that. I’ve done this plenty of times and it is inevitable that it happens.”
She lifted up the sheet and told me to roll over. I was not thrilled about laying on my back and showing her where my mind had been. When she let go of the sheet it formed an embarrassing tent.
“Mmm, how lovely.” She said.
I opened my eyes and Louise dropped the sheet to the floor and climbed onto the table and straddled me. Here sweatpants were gone as were the rest of her clothes. She was waxed clean, and her tiny breasts were pink and absolutely beautiful. In another moment I knew we would be one. And when that happens, I would need to imagine myself somewhere else.
“Louise, I can’t do this.”
“You clearly can and obviously want to…I can tell.” …pointing to my erect cock.
“But the thing is…I can’t…I’m, um, in a relationship now”
“Art, she will never find out from me and nobody but us will ever know. Just relax and enjoy this…just as we both enjoyed this while we worked together for years. No strings now, just pure pleasure.”
I closed my eyes and the next thing I knew Lou was riding my manhood like nothing I had experienced before. She felt so silky and wet…it felt amazing. I had to admit, Lou knew how to fuck and pleasure a man. In the past it was difficult to start the workday after a night with her. But this time she was fucking with abandon, grunting and moaning, I had never seen her like this before. He nectar was flowing from her thighs to the table and he fragrance filled the small room, blending with the lavender candle scent….a sex bouquet.
“Lou..” I finally was able to eek out. What has happened to you?
“I haven’t been with a man since you left, and I need cock so badly. I’m a rather good masturbator to porn and you know I have lots of toys, but there is nothing like the feel of a hard cock spurting loads of sticky cum inside you…and I am not letting this opportunity pass.”
Lou kept pouncing up and down on my dick hitting my full balls each time. As she did, she began pulling on her nipples on those tiny tits. I was getting so turned on and could feel my precum mixing with her juices.
“Baby I am close” I said.
“So am I, move your hips and fuck my bare cunt”
I got into a perfect rhythm with Lou and within about a minute, I exploded my load as she screamed she was cumming. Lou collapsed on top of me and we just laid there for at least ten minutes. Then we both got off the table without saying a word and I followed her to the kitchen.
“More Stoli?” she asked.
“Sure, I need it.”
Louise poured two glasses of vodka, neat, handed me one and I followed her to the balcony. Sitting there naked looking at Moscow Center lights in a distance made me forget why I was here, my life back home and what my life was with Lou when we worked together. Tonight, was really “From Russia with Love.”
The End.
3 年 前
