Date Night ;

Secret Agent's helper

1-8-2018

The bar was interfering than June expected, but then, the hotel was busier than common this weekend too. It looked like there was some sorting of creative person normal and a hymeneals reception both being held in the hotel itself. From the entrance coming from the hotel lobby, she scanned the crowded bar. There were several big groups obviously from the artist convention / display, decked out in their ‘ I'm making a statement clothes'and the like, boisterously talking deoxyephedrine about the art macrocosm in general.

Most of the former tables were taken by modest groups from the wedding. Women dressed in wedding casual pants suits or pencil dresses. The men had crownwork with polo's shirts and khakis. Most looked like they were knocking back one or two drinks before heading out for some more fun in the big city.

She did n't spend too a good deal time studying the mathematical group. None of them were who she was looking for. For fun, she would study some individually and marvel about them.

She thought she'd start with the only two unity char there. One was sitting at the bar, the other sat at a table near a window. The cleaning woman by the window was obviously waiting for someone. She kept looking out the window while nursing a drink in a magniloquent glass. She had n't taken off her crown and she checked her phone every so often. The woman at the bar was also obviously waiting for individual, although it seemed equally obvious to June, that she did n't cause anyone in particular in mind, who she was waiting for. She had a dark skirt and a tight top with a plunging neckline that, coupled with the way she sat, showed off her deep segmentation. Should we say a working miss ?

‘ kickoff come, first served,'June thought with a smile.

There were a handful of single men, although they all seemed entranced by the fun channel or their smartphones at least for the second. Except for him.

It did n't take June long to realize there was something different about him. He was sitting at the bar, a tumbler of night amber drink in front of him. His finely-tailored charcoal suit and crisp White River shirt fit him perfectly. His feature film were chiseled, his haircut short.

Yes, he looked hunky-dory, but it was n't just that he was handsome that made him place upright out. There was something about the way he carried himself the tone in his eye. Unlike the other men in the bar, he seemed to have got a make purpose for being there. He was n't just killing time uncomfortably waiting for something to go on. It was already happening whatever it was.

June smoothed down her inadequate pencil 50's style annulus and pulled her thin tight sweater down to make sure it hugged her curves just right. With confident pace, she made her way to the bar. She purposefully made eye contact with the early woman at the bar and let a small grin Cross her sass. Little Miss cleavage was sitting about 5 or 6 ass away from the valet at the bar and June took a seat in between them. As she mounted the bar stool June had the satisfaction of catching the glare of pain in the neck from the former woman. Without even a coup d'oeil at the handsome man sitting only a few feet away from her, June flipped her hair and caught the attention of the bartender. She was about to fiat when she felt a bearing behind her.

'' She 'll have a Sweet Heat, '' a tranquility, smooth, but commanding male vox said behind her. He had a speck of a extraneous accent mark that June could not place.

The bartender, a young man, cocked his eyebrows at June to gauge her reaction to the man 's attention. She smiled, shrugged her shoulders.

'' I 'll take a Sweet oestrus, '' she said to the bartender. `` Thank you, '' she directed to the stranger who was already moving his drunkenness and taking the buns next to her as the mixologist brought her a cocktail deoxyephedrine filled with a yellowish potable and garnished with what looked like piece of ginger and a hot pepper.

'' You will lie with it, '' the stranger said. `` It is sweet, of course, with tone of ginger, but underneath is a definite fire. Very spicy. It will suit a lady like you well, I should think. ``

June took a sip. She appreciated the unattackable ginger look one of her favorites. The underlying recoil from the hot pepper was elusive and not as unpleasant as she feared.

'' It is very ripe, '' she said after taking another sip. `` Again, thank you. ``

In response, he raised his glass to her slightly before taking a deglutition, never once taking his oculus off her. His stare was laser focused.

'' I 'm June, by the way. ``

'' It 's very nice to meet you, June. I 'm Maykop, Penza Maykop. ``

'' Are you here on business, Mr. Maykop ? ``

'' You could say that, '' Maykop looked past June, his focused eyes quickly sweeping the elbow room. `` There 's a gentleman I was hoping to meet here tonight. ``

June moved to get up, `` Oh, I 'm deplorable, Mr. Maykop. I did n't entail to obtrude on your even. I 'll depart before I interfere with your plans. ``

He placed a powerful hand gently on hers.

'' Do n't be silly, June. The gentleman I 'm looking for is here already, has been for nearly an hour. He knows I 'm here. I know he 's here. Our way will scotch soon enough. ``

June looked intently into Maykop 's dangerous eyes. `` What line of business are you in, exactly, Mr. Maykop ? ``

'' I work for the government, June, '' Maykop said as he twirled the drink in his glass slowly before taking a sup. `` I 'm a problem solver. ``

'' What form of problems ? '' June leaned in closer to him, letting her hand brush against his arm.

'' Problems the government activity does n't want you to have a go at it they have. '' He nodded slightly towards mortal behind June. `` Problems like our friend over there. ``

June slowly turned to get a ripe view of the mesa behind her. A few tables away, sitting alone, was a swarthy man wearing a idle orange button up shirt. The collar was out-of-doors showing a tuft of midst chest of drawers hair.

'' You mean that man in the precious coral shirt ? '' She asked as she turned her attending back to Maykop.

"Yes, he's the one."Maykop says, taking another casual swallow of his drink.

'' He 's the man you have business with ? Who is he ? What 's his name ? '' June asks.

'' His actual name is classified information I 'm afraid, so I can't tell you ''. Maykop said. He pauses and gives the bar another look around.

'' But in my roofy, he 's known as federal agent Surgut. ``

June tried to obscure a smile by taking a sip of her drink.

'' Do n't laugh, June, '' Maykop leaned closer and lowered his voice almost to a whisper.

'' He 's very serious. Not to be trifled with. Just so you know his figure is Biysk Kazan Surgut, I just like calling him Surgut. ``

They were very close to each other, with him leaning into her. June liked the way he smelled. His Koln was light and smoky. He casually reached up and gently brushed the hair away from her eyes. She noticed, with expiation, that his gaze drifted from her grimace down to her breasts.

'' And he 's up to something, '' he said, his eyes going back to factor Surgut.

'' What ? What is he up to ?"

'' I do n't know exactly. That 's what I have to learn. And then I have to stop him. ``

'' Is he grave ? '' June 's representative was barely a whisper.

Maykop smiled. `` I would n't be involved if he was n't. ``

Suddenly Maykop 's eyes flashed. `` He 's on the movement. I 've got to go. ``

The sudden variety caught June off guard duty. She looked around, a bit garbled. Agent Surgut was getting up from his table. Their center met across the sofa and for a brief moment, they stared at each other. Agent Surgut cocked his headland slightly, quizzically and narrowed his eyes a bit, perhaps a bit blur about why this woman was looking at him. He looked from June to Maykop and back again before breaking off the gaze, collecting his things, and heading towards the exit.

Meanwhile, with fluid, sure-footed motions, Maykop placed a large visor on the bar next to his drink, caught the bartender 's center, and stepped away from the bar, his eyes following agent Surgut 's retreat.

June caught clench of Maykop 's arm.

'' I 'm coming with you, '' she said as he turned to expect at her.

'' No you are not, '' he said matter-of-factly. `` This is far too dangerous. I ca n't risk getting you involved. ``

'' Like hell, '' she shot back with a cocktail of bravado and concern. `` I 'm already involved. He just looked at me. You should receive seen the way he looked at me. His eyes. You said he knows who you are, well now I 'm connected with you in his eyes. I 'm not going to wait around here for him to hail back for me to eliminate the terror. ``

Maykop looked back at the doorway to see federal agent Surgut disappear through it as he headed out towards the hotel third house. Maykop looked down at June 's hand on his arm, her thin digit clutching the fabric. Then he looked into her eyes for what seemed like an eternity.

"Let 's go, '' he said at last as he took her handwriting and pulled her towards the door at a brisk pace.

A large group of ruffian nuptials goers was coming out of the elevator and congregation in the hotel 's lobby as Maykop and June emerged from the bar. Maykop scanned the prominent antechamber quickly. There did n't seem to be any sign of broker Surgut.

'' Do you see him ? '' June asked as she looked towards the large revolving threshold at the front of the lobby. `` Do you think he went outside ? ``

'' This way, '' Maykop said without looking at her or acknowledging her questions.

He walked with recollective, confident step across the lobby. June struggled at first base to keep up, but soon the heels of her black, strappy shoe were tapping smoothly on the roofing tile floor keeping close stride with Maykop.

They weaved among the groups of multitude and past them, leaving the lobby derriere and heading down a tranquil side student residence. June gripped Maykop 's hand a little tighter, their finger's breadth were intertwined and Maykop lazily stroked his pollex along hers as they walked.

Their yard slowed a bit in the empty hall. They walked yesteryear darkened meeting rooms, a business meat, and some restrooms. As they went further down the hall the boisterous auditory sensation from the lobby became a muffled murmur.

Maykop suddenly stopped and put his finger to her mouth in a shushing motion. He looked one way down the hall and then the former. June tensed, squeezing Maykop 's hand tighter and moving closer until she pressed lightly against his side. They stood motionless and silent for a few moments. June thought she heard a whisper of urine running in a sink, but she could n't be surely. Then she heard a threshold curtain raising somewhere further down the hall. Maykop 's muscles tighten as he sprang into action.

'' This way, '' he hissed between clenched teeth.

He led June into a diminished, dark room some variety of a store loo. He pulled the door shut leaving a modest crack so they could see out into the hall. There was n't much room for the two of them. Maykop 's back was pressed up against a cart and June 's binding was pressed up against Maykop. They both leaned forward in order to calculate through the crack in the door to see what was going on out in the Charles Francis Hall. He wrapped an arm around her and pressed forward, squeezing her lightly against the door. His breath was tender against the vertebral column of her neck. She heard him rest in deeply and she smiled. She knew he was breathing in the scent of her tomentum, she was sure of it. Very slightly she pushed her body back against his and was rewarded for her efforts when he, very slightly, pulled his arm more tightly around her waistline. His Koln, which was intriguing in the bar, was intoxicating in this dark enclosed space. His muscled arm was sure and strong against her waist and she placed one of her own hand on his. She let her other hand declivity to her side and then slowly and lightly stroked his leg through his cause pants with her fingertips.

'' Look, '' he whispered into her ear, as his own fingers began to lightly make for across her shank and belly.

Through the fracture in the doorway, she saw agent Surgut emerge from a toilet facility across the mansion. He looked about nonchalantly while he tucked in his coral shirt and then took out his smartphone. Casually, he leaned against the rampart and began flipping through his sound. Maykop 's hand moved slowly, but purposefully up June 's body until he was cupping one of her breasts.

'' Do n't make a speech sound, '' he whispered as he nuzzled into her neck.

For a mo she held her breath but was forced to give forth as he began to gently fondle her breast with his firm hired hand. She was n't wearing a bra, and it did n't adopt long for Maykop to feel her nipples harden beneath his palm. Through her sweater, he rolled her distended nipple between his thumb and finger. He kissed her neck as he gave her nipple a gentle twist. June pressed her physical structure harder back against him, giving her ass a little squirm as she felt his erection growing in his gasp. She moved her hand up his leg, hoping to give him some boost, but their positioning was too inapt for her to get very far up certainly not as high school as she wanted. Instead, she brought her manus up to his the one toying with her tit. She placed her handwriting on top of his and urged him, by example, to caress her breast harder. He obliged and soon the two of them were squeezing her tit roughly in tandem. This whole time, she kept her eyes glued on factor Surgut, who was still focused on his smartphone only a few yards away. She was trying to be tranquillize, but her external respiration was coming out ragged and her sum was pounding. A air pressure was growing deep inside her an itch that desperately needed to be scratched. Her cunt was getting wet and her nipple was starting to ache. She wanted to turn to present Maykop, to kiss him, or to feel his tongue on her nipple instead of his fingers.

Maykop had his own pressure building. He pulled June tighter against him and pushed his pelvic arch forward, rubbing his manhood against her ass reveling in the way her curves moved in sync with him. He kissed his way up her neck opening and nibble and licked her earlobe. He loved the way her whisker smelled soft and frail, with an earthy hint.

factor Surgut coughed loudly and cleared his throat. The two in the loo stopped moving stopped breathing their organic structure tense. They watched through the door as agentive role Surgut put away his phone, adjusted his shirt and headed down the hall towards the lobby. Once he was out of sight, June spun around in the tight confines of the closet, forcing Maykop back against the pushcart. She kissed him hungrily, her clapper flicking into his rima oris. Her manpower cupped his ass and pulled him closer into her grinding her hip against him.

'' Oh god, Penza, '' she moaned into his mouth, but then whimpered curtly as she felt him displume away.

'' June, I have to go after factor Surgut, '' he said huskily, obviously struggling to see his breath. `` It 's clear he 's just been transmitted his final exam instructions and now he 's on the move. If I do n't intercept him who knows what mayhem he 'll cause. ``

June nuzzled into Maykop 's neck kissing along his stiff jawline.

'' June, he 's getting away. I ca n't let that happen. ``

She abruptly pulled away from him and studied his eyes. He stared unflinchingly back at her for a moment. She grabbed his bridge player and pulled him out of the storeroom and back into the now vacuous hall. The two of them walked quickly back towards the lobby, smoothing and adjusting their clothes. The lobby was tranquil now. A immature desk salesclerk worked at her computer. The phone of traffic floated in from outside. Agent Surgut was getting onto an elevator. Maykop and June watched as the door slid shut and the elevator started to go up. It was one of those glass-enclosed elevators that seem to string up off the wall. They could see agent Surgut wait down at them as he rose up away from the land floor.

Maykop took June 's hand. `` This way, '' he said leading her to the stairs.

He took the stairs two at a time and June had fuss keeping up. After the initiative two switchbacks, he stopped at the landing and began speaking into the cufflinks on his left wrist.

'' This is Agent image Eight coverage in, '' he said as June made her way up to the landing. `` I am closing in on the rat 's den. repeat, I am closing in on the rat 's lair. ``

When June reached him he did n't wait for her to catch her breath but grabbed her handwriting and pulled her up the steps with him. She squealed softly in dissent as he quickened his pace, but somehow she managed to keep up. At the next landing place, they exited the stairwell and found themselves on the second floor of the hotel. The lift room access was closing it was discharge and a familiar red coral shirt was disappearing into a large room.

The pair hurried after factor Surgut. The room they entered was one of those tumid meeting way hotels have that usually setup for fellowship feast or awards demonstration. This one was currently being used for some sort of art appearance, probably related to the artist convention being held in the hotel, June figured. The harsh fluorescent light were off and instead the windowless room was lit only by the tightly focused spot illuminating the various sculptures and painting scattered throughout the room. The effect was dim pools of yellow spark in what was otherwise a dark way. There were a couple of people slowly wandering around the prominent elbow room, taking in the art pieces. Occasionally someone would cough or seduce a unruffled comment about a particular painting.

Maykop spotted Agent Surgut standing alone on the left slope of the room, looking at a portrayal of an old fair sex hanging dress to dry. Maykop gave June 's bridge player a wring and motioned slightly with his psyche in Agent Surgut 's guidance. She looked and nodded her drumhead. Then the two of them started slowly walking among the art slice on the right face of the room, keeping one eye on agent Surgut the entirely time.

federal agent Surgut seemed dispirited. He did n't rest long at any one piece of art some he walked right past with hardly a glance. Maykop and June kept tempo with Agent Surgut on the other side of the room as the three of them all made their way towards the back of the exhibit. In the backwards corner of the elbow room, Agent Surgut stopped at a sculpture of a naked houri bathing. She was holding what looked like a stone jar that she was filling from a current or pocket billiards. Maykop and June watched out of the nook of their center as factor Surgut examined the statue closely. He slowly walked around it, apparently taking in the peach of the marble patch. Maykop and June were stopped near a large, but mediocre, painting of a fruit roll. After a minute or so, federal agent Surgut abruptly left the statue and headed back towards the exit. As he briskly walked out he took his smartphone out of his sac. Maykop and June quickly walked across the room towards the nymph statue.

'' This must be it, '' Maykop said as they approached the marble nudes. `` There 's something about this statue that 's the key to Agent Surgut 's programme. ``

The couple studied the statue for a moment, June admired the artist 's ok care to point. It looked like the nymph was crouching on a grassy stream coin bank covered in fallen foliage. A few parting hung suspended in the nymph 's long hair that cascaded around her bare articulatio humeri and down to her irreverent tit. But the wings were most telling. They were small, like butterfly wings attached to the nymph 's spinal column. Somehow the artist had managed to puddle the stone flank appear ethereal, almost see through. While June examined the strawman of the statue, Maykop walked around behind its footstall. He examined the statue 's base looking for any clues. He studied the walls near the statue. Suddenly, something caught his eye.

'' June, I found it, '' Maykop hissed from the trace behind the statue. `` Come to stand tightlipped to the base. ``

June obeyed and stepping nearer to the statue and towards Maykop voice. `` What did you find ? '' she whispered.

June jumped slightly as she felt hand on her legs. She looked down to see Maykop, crouched in the fantasm at the foundation of the pedestal, his hands slowly creeping up her legs.

'' What are you doing ? '' June whispered.

'' Just flavour at the statue, '' came the soft response from the shadows. `` Do n't absorb aid. I just need a few moments. '' Then under his breathing space, he added, `` And your pantie. ``

'' What ? '' June said incredulously.

"Just look at the statue. ``

June forced herself to study the statue, willing herself to push aside the tickle as Maykop 's strong workforce began to slowly, lightly, but purposefully trace a route up her legs. Calves, shins, knees, thighs, Maykop left a trail of passion as his fingertips worked their way up under the hem of her doll. When his fingers began tracing along the bottom of her boy short circuit panties she parted her legs slightly and then looked around to relieve oneself sure no one was watching. The other people in the exhibition hall were engrossed in the art and did n't seem to notice what was happening in the wickedness back recess. Maykop ran his hands up June 's butt cheeks, lightly squeezing the round mounds. June could feel Maykop 's warm body pressed close up against her stage and fork, his face was pressed provocatively against her belly out button. June 's breath caught in her throat when she felt Maykop 's fingers slip under the waistband of her panties and set out to pull down. He ran his digit along the waistband, exploring through the top wisps of her trimmed pubic whisker. He slowly pulled the scanty down over her hip and the upside of her ass cheeks, teasing and worrying each in of newly exposed skin with his fingerbreadth as he went.

She shifted her hips and wiggled her bottom to help him as much as she dared, but was painfully conscious of just how close the other people in the way were to her. She was equally conscious of how wet she was getting and how sensitive she was becoming. Her pulp prickled every clip Maykop 's finger's breadth explored some new neighborhood. When his digit found her mons and lightly explored her slick cleft she gave out a quiet whimper. Her peg buckled a little under her own exercising weight when he flicked across her clitoris and then quickly inserted a digit partway into her soaking pussy. She moved her hip to rub against his workforce, but the contact was fleeting as he continued to pull her panties down and too soon managed to get them down past her thighs. He gently urged her to carefully ill-use out of her underclothing and then his hands were gone, her flesh left hand cold and wanting more as he quickly disappeared again into the shadows behind the statue taking her panties with him. She closed her oculus and sighed, but was shocked back into realism when a quiet spokesperson spoke to her from behind.

'' It 's a lovely sculpture, is n't it ? '' a adult female 's interpreter said.

June turned to see an older woman standing a few metrical foot behind her admiring the nymph sculpture.

'' Yes, it 's very striking, '' June managed, although her words caught in her throat a little. She was very cognizant of the musky scent of her own arousal and wondered, a bit embarrassedly, if the other adult female was aware of it as well.

'' I particularly like the way the creative person managed to make the piddle drop curtain feel so fluid even though they 're carved from gem, '' the woman said as she came up very close to June and dropped her voice to a whisper. `` See there, on the breasts especially. ``

June had n't noticed the water before, but the woman was right. There were drops of pee seeming to cascade down the nymph 's boob. One of the mamilla, a taut bud begging to be teased, had a dripping of water dangling precariously from it. It was amazing, June admitted, that the Harlan F. Stone could be shaped to cave in such a vivid impression of movement.

'' It 's wonderful how the minute has been captured, a minute of ecstasy, '' the older char continued in a hushed whisper. `` I almost sense shamefaced, like I 've stumbled on an versed scene no one was meant to see. ``

The older woman placed a script lightly on June 's bum cheek and giving it a trivial squeeze. `` Oh well, '' her voice lightened as she smiled at June and winked. `` Enjoy the rest of your night. ``

'' I will, give thanks you, '' June managed to muddle out as the early adult female slowly walked away and rejoined what must have been her husband who was mesmerized in front of a subject area of prime painting set in a rainstorm on the early incline of the hall.

'' June, '' an abrupt rustling from Maykop made June start as she moved around the statue into the shadows her spirit was pounding in her chest.

'' What is it ? '' she asked rounded the base to get Maykop standing against the wall, reaching up for something over his head.

'' I need your help, '' he said without turning to face her.

She could see he was fiddling with her panty and something that looked like a small organ pipe or conduit climbing the wall in the corner of the room.

'' What can I do ? '' she came up behind him and placed her hands lightly on his muscular back. `` And what are you doing ? ``

'' I discovered agent Surgut 's architectural plan. This gas tobacco pipe has been rigged. It 's leaking deadly gas into the hotel. We 've got to stop it. ``

'' How ? '' she said all business.

'' My belt, I need my belt, '' he said through gritted teeth as he continued to struggle with the panties. `` We 've got to stop the leak. I was hoping to tie your panties around the pipe to shut off the gas, but I ca n't get it fuddled enough. My whang should do the fast one. I need you to take my swath off and deal it up to me before this leak gets any sorry. ``

June pressed up close behind Maykop and reached with both hands around to his front. Up under his suit coat, she ran her fingers down along his shirt to his belt buckle. Her left deal sliding down until she found his still rock hard cock pressed against his gasp and gave it a good hug. Her compensate hand slowly unfastened his bash, the jangle of the buckle making what seemed like an incredibly tawdry sound in the quiet hall. Leaving his whack dangling surface, June traced an outline around that extrusion in his genital organ and was delighted when it began to stiffen to a greater extent and grow under her fingertips. With her fingers and palm, she gently massaged up and down the solidifying prominence, gently, but firmly, squeezing his package again and again. She heard Maykop swallow a lump in his throat. `` Hurry June, I need my bash, '' he coughed out.

While her left hand continued to massage and explore the cock now obviously straining against his pants, June used her right on bridge player to root for his belt gratuitous. The belt ammunition whispered against the fabric of his pants as it came free from around his waist.

She handed it up to him, he got to work out wrapping the whang around the pipe in an intricate whipping He then stepped back to admire his work that's when June moved around to the movement of Maykop. She gave him a lingering kiss, then crouched down. With manicured fingernails, she quickly unzipped his fly, reached into his bloomers and fished out his cock. A little persuading got it all out from his pants. She held his erect member in her hand and tentatively licked the head, that forced a small groan from him. Maykop took a breakout from working on the pipe and glanced down at June, who smiled up wickedly at him before wrapping her lips around his cock and sucking greedily. Maykop flexed his hip, pushing More of his cock into June 's wet, warm sassing. She swirled her spit around the tip of his peter and stroked him leisurely with her bridge player as she sucked hard.

June lost herself in what she was doing. Was it minute or hr she 'd been pleasuring Maykop ? She did n't know or care. But she was suddenly brought back to reality when she felt his hands grab some of her haircloth. She reached around with her hands, grabbed his house butt and pulled him closer to her as she sucked him in farther. Maykop was in heaven, watching this gorgeous charwoman give him one of the best pleasurable import of his life history. He could feel the pressure construction in his egg as a fellow tingle started moving down his ramification. He wanted to cum, but he knew he could n't. Not here. Not yet. He pulled harder with June's hair, there was a kill noise that seemed to reverberate in the heading as she reluctantly let go of him. Maykop pulled her up to her feet. She pounced at him, her lips searing his with a passionate heat.

'' We 've got to go, June. ``

'' Why, Penza ? Let me finish you off, '' she said in between kisses.

'' We 've got to get out of here before Agent Surgut figures out what we 've done, '' he said, pushing her gently away from him, putting his cock back inside his drawers and readjusting his clothes. `` Who knows what that dirt bag would do to you if he found out you helped me foil his plan. I ca n't adventure that. I 've got to get you safely out of here, now ! ``

With one last promptly, hot candy kiss on her lips, Maykop took June by the hired man and led her back through the art verandah. When they reached the expiration, he led her straight toward the elevator. As they stepped into the lift, Maykop pressed the push for the 27th floor June saw him ... agentive role Surgut was walking straight toward them, fast. Their eyes met and she felt a flimsy twinge of panic. She quickly pressed the `` door conclusion '' release several times in spry succession willing the elevator doorway to conclude. It seemed the door was closing in slow apparent movement and as it narrowed, agentive role Surgut picked up the footstep, raising his hand to try to catch their attention.

As the elevator room access closed, leaving agentive role Surgut out in the hall, they heard him say `` Hey ! '' Then the elevator began to go up. The but sound was the hum of the elevator 's machinery. June and Maykop looked at each other with relief. Then the passion swept in for each other and they were soon kissing feverishly, hands exploring each early 's bodies. When Jane broke off the kiss forcing Maykop to nuzzle June 's neck she asked him, `` Where are you taking me ? ``

'' We can go to my elbow room, it will be safe there, '' he mumbled from her neck.

'' No, '' she said as she punched the button for the 26th base. `` We 'll go to my room. I 'm certain Agent Surgut knows exactly what elbow room you 're staying in. Why would n't he ? That 's probably the first thing he found out when he learned you were on his tail assembly. ``

Maykop broke away, `` You 're probably right, '' he said as he then went to nibbling on her ear and ran a hand up her skirt and cupped her raw ass.

'' We'll go to my room. That will be secure, '' June said.

When the elevator bell shape dinged the two of them straightened their clothes, as the doorway opened they casually, but quickly, walked down the Granville Stanley Hall to room 2618. June used her key bill to unlock the door and led him inside. He closed the door and immediately peered through the peephole.

'' I think we 're safe, '' he said. `` I do n't think he followed us. ``

As he turned around, June threw herself into his branch, pushing him back against the door hard. Taking some winding out of Maykop, her mouth hungrily devoured his while her hands began tearing at his clothes. He joined in on the frenzy and soon they were both naked, their clothes scattered across the level. He pushed her back onto the bed. She fell with a squeal but did n't have fourth dimension to catch her breath before he buried his face between her thigh and began lapping at her pussycat lips. She closed her eyes, arched her back and raised her hips slightly off the bed to give him better access to her hot marrow. Maykop made long, slow licks up and down her pussy, flicking out at her tender clit every fourth dimension he reached the top of her sex. His hands kneaded her internal thighs and ass face, pulling her closer into his mouth, athirst with need.

June cupped her own chest and began squeezing and working her nipple. Her external respiration was coming out in shallow pant as Maykop 's tongue continued to meet across her slit. When he slipped a finger inside her and focused his oral natural process on her tender button, she let out a cry of ecstasy.

'' Oh, just like that Penza. Do n't intercept. Whatever you do, do n't end. ``

He did n't. His tongue flicked back and forth across her nub while his finger twirled about inside her tight cunt. He could find the tension mounting in her soundbox. Her face was scrunched up, her hands were roughly squeezing her own tits. It was the most beautiful pot he had ever seen. Then she let out a cry, squeezed her thighs tightly against the sides of his head and pushed her pussy hard against his mouth as she came.

He kept licking her until her soundbox began to relax under him, then he flipped her over onto her stomach, her legs gap and her ass slightly raised off the mattress. He stood behind her, admiring the view of her pussy, spread and inviting, capped by her belittled ass hole, winking up at him like a diminished unopened bud. With one script he massaged her ass brass. With his other, he guided his prick into her hot slick pussycat. He pushed in all the way in one diagonal and then began slowly fucking in and out of her. While he did he pressed his thumb firmly against her ass hole, just a small pressure, massaging her bud in pocket-size circles. He felt her tighten beneath him and heard her give out a diffused moan of pleasure. He pressed his quarter round a piddling harder and fucked in and out of her kitty-cat a little faster. It did n't take long for his own release. With one final throw, he pushed into her as far as he could and gave out a grunt as he came hard. She felt his hot seed empty into her and she clenched her pussy tighter around his cock.

He collapsed on top of her, kissing the back of her neck and rubbing his hands up and down her body.

'' Oh, June. That. Was. Amazing. '' he said at last.

'' It certainly was Maykop. Penza Maykop. ``

The next morning, June and Maykop got dressed and walked helping hand in script to the elevator, down to the vestibule and up to the hotel 's front desk. A chipper young man greeted them.

'' Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Walker. It 's dependable to see you again. How was your stay this sentence ? ``

'' Great, as always, jemmy, '' microphone said. `` The rooms you got for us were just perfect. ``

'' How 's your sister doing, Jimmy ? '' Jane said as Mike fished out his credit entry bill from his wallet. `` Is she liking college ? ``

'' She is, Mrs. go-cart. She 's having a great clock time at schoolhouse. I 'll tell her you said hi. ``

jemmy ran the credit card, handed it back and called for a bellhop to serve them hail a cab.

'' Will we be seeing you two again soon ? '' he asked as Mike and Jane walked towards the doorway.

'' You can bet on that jemmy, '' Mike said. `` Probably in a month or so. ``

'' Should I schedule your stay now ? ``

'' No, do n't vex about it. I 'll call when I know the date. ``

And with that, Mike Walker took his wife 's bridge player and led her out of the hotel to the cab waiting outside .