Date Night ;

mystery agent's benefactor

1-8-2018

The bar was busier than June expected, but then, the hotel was meddlesome than common this weekend too. It looked like there was some sort of artist formula and a hymeneals reception both being held in the hotel itself. From the entrance coming from the hotel foyer, she scanned the crowded bar. There were several declamatory mathematical group obviously from the artist convention / appearance, decked out in their ‘ I'm making a statement clothes'and the like, boisterously talking trash about the art world in general.

Most of the other tables were taken by small groups from the wedding. Women dressed in wedding casual pants suits or pencil wearing apparel. The men had jacket with polo's shirts and khaki. most looked like they were knocking back one or two deglutition before heading out for some more than fun in the big city.

She did n't spend too much metre studying the chemical group. None of them were who she was looking for. For fun, she would read some individually and wonder about them.

She thought she'd start with the only two ace woman there. One was sitting at the bar, the other sat at a table near a window. The adult female by the window was obviously waiting for someone. She kept looking out the windowpane while nursing a drink in a grandiloquent Methedrine. She had n't taken off her crown and she checked her earphone every so often. The woman at the bar was also obviously waiting for someone, although it seemed equally obvious to June, that she did n't have 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 cryptical cleavage. Should we say a working lady friend ?

‘ First get, first served,'June thought with a smile.

There were a fistful of single men, although they all seemed entranced by the sportswoman channel or their smartphones at to the lowest degree for the here and now. Except for him.

It did n't occupy June long to realize there was something different about him. He was sitting at the bar, a tumbler of nighttime gold drink in front of him. His finely-tailored charcoal cause and crisp White shirt fit him perfectly. His features were chiseled, his haircut short.

Yes, he looked all right, but it was n't just that he was handsome that made him stand out. There was something about the way he carried himself the look in his eye. Unlike the other men in the bar, he seemed to have a clear intent for being there. He was n't just killing clock time uncomfortably waiting for something to find. It was already happening whatever it was.

June smoothed down her scant pencil 50's elan bird and pulled her thin tight jumper down to seduce sure as shooting it hugged her curves just right. With confident strides, she made her way to the bar. She purposefully made eye contact with the other cleaning woman at the bar and let a little smile cross her lip. small Miss cleavage was sitting about 5 or 6 tail end away from the valet at the bar and June took a seat in between them. As she mounted the bar can June had the satisfaction of catching the spotlight of vexation from the former char. Without even a glimpse at the big man sitting only a few feet away from her, June flipped her pilus and caught the attention of the barkeeper. She was about to fiat when she felt a presence behind her.

'' She 'll induce a Sweet heat energy, '' a quiet, smooth, but commanding male vox said behind her. He had a hint of a foreign accent that June could not place.

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

'' I 'll take a Sweet Heat, '' she said to the bartender. `` Thank you, '' she directed to the stranger who was already moving his potable and taking the seat future to her as the bartender brought her a cocktail drinking glass filled with a yellowish crapulence and garnished with what looked the likes of slices of powdered ginger and a hot pepper.

'' You will love it, '' the alien said. `` It is sweet, of track, with short letter of ginger, but underneath is a definite fire. Very spicy. It will suit a lady like you well, I should imagine. ``

June took a sip. She appreciated the solid ginger smack one of her dearie. The underlying kick from the hot Madagascar pepper was subtle and not as unpleasant as she feared.

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

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

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

'' It 's very dainty to fill you, June. I 'm Maykop, Penza Maykop. ``

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

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

June moved to get up, `` Oh, I 'm drab, Mr. Maykop. I did n't think to nose on your evening. I 'll leave before I interfere with your programme. ``

He placed a herculean 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 paths will track soon enough. ``

June looked intently into Maykop 's serious eyes. `` What subscriber line of commercial enterprise are you in, exactly, Mr. Maykop ? ``

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

'' What sort of problem ? '' June leaned in closer to him, letting her helping hand clash against his arm.

'' Problems the regime does n't desire you to acknowledge they have. '' He nodded slightly towards someone behind June. `` Problems like our supporter over there. ``

June slowly turned to get a better view of the tabular array behind her. A few board away, sitting alone, was a swarthy man wearing a faint orange clitoris up shirt. The neckband was undetermined showing a tuft of thick chest hair.

'' You mean that man in the precious coral shirt ? '' She asked as she turned her attention 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 figure ? '' June asks.

'' His tangible epithet is classified information I 'm afraid, so I can't tell you ''. Maykop said. He pauses and gives the bar another looking at around.

'' But in my circles, he 's known as broker Surgut. ``

June tried to hide 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 dangerous. Not to be trifled with. Just so you know his name is Biysk Kazan Surgut, I just like calling him Surgut. ``

They were very close to each former, 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 middle. She noticed, with atonement, that his gaze drifted from her face down to her breasts.

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

'' What ? What is he up to ?"

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

'' Is he grievous ? '' June 's voice was barely a whisper.

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

Suddenly Maykop 's eye flashed. `` He 's on the move. I 've got to go. ``

The sudden change caught June off guard duty. She looked around, a bit confused. federal agent Surgut was getting up from his table. Their eyes met across the waiting area and for a brief present moment, they stared at each former. agent Surgut cocked his head slightly, quizzically and narrowed his middle a bit, perhaps a bit disconnected about why this cleaning lady 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, confident motions, Maykop placed a large eyeshade on the bar next to his potable, caught the bartender 's oculus, and stepped away from the bar, his eyes following Agent Surgut 's retreat.

June caught detainment of Maykop 's arm.

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

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

'' Like Hades, '' she shot back with a cocktail of bravado and fear. `` I 'm already involved. He just looked at me. You should have seen the way he looked at me. His middle. 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 add up back for me to annihilate the terror. ``

Maykop looked back at the door to see Agent Surgut disappear through it as he headed out towards the hotel lobby. Maykop looked down at June 's deal on his arm, her thin finger clutching the material. Then he looked into her optic for what seemed like an eternity.

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

A big group of yobo wedding departer was coming out of the elevator and congregating in the hotel 's lobby as Maykop and June emerged from the bar. Maykop scanned the enceinte lobby quickly. There did n't seem to be any sign of Agent Surgut.

'' Do you see him ? '' June asked as she looked towards the large revolving doors at the front of the hall. `` Do you consider he went outside ? ``

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

He walked with long, confident strides across the anteroom. June struggled at initiatory to keep back up, but soon the heels of her fatal, strappy shoes were tapping smoothly on the tile floor keeping close yard with Maykop.

They weaved among the groups of people and past them, leaving the lobby stern and heading down a quietly side hall. June gripped Maykop 's hand a lilliputian tighter, their digit were intertwined and Maykop lazily stroked his ovolo along hers as they walked.

Their pace slowed a bit in the evacuate hallway. They walked past tense darkened meeting rooms, a business center, and some public lavatory. As they went further down the hall the rumbustious sounds from the pressure group became a muted murmur.

Maykop suddenly stopped and put his finger to her rima oris in a shushing apparent movement. He looked one way down the hall and then the other. June tensed, squeezing Maykop 's deal 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 susurration of H2O running in a sink, but she could n't be certain. Then she heard a room access opening night 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 modest, disconsolate room some kind of a computer memory wardrobe. He pulled the threshold shut leaving a minuscule crack so they could see out into the hallway. There was n't much room for the two of them. Maykop 's back was pressed up against a go-cart and June 's back was pressed up against Maykop. They both leaned forward in order to look through the crack in the door to see what was going on out in the hall. He wrapped an arm around her and pressed forward, squeezing her lightly against the door. His breathing place was warmly against the binding of her neck opening. She heard him breathe in deeply and she smiled. She knew he was breathing in the aroma of her pilus, she was certain 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 shank. His cologne water, which was intriguing in the bar, was intoxicating in this nighttime enclosed space. His muscled arm was certainly and strong against her shank and she placed one of her own helping hand on his. She let her other manus tumble to her position and then slowly and lightly stroked his leg through his courting pants with her fingertips.

'' Look, '' he whispered into her ear, as his own finger's breadth began to lightly flirt across her waist and belly.

Through the pass in the door, she saw federal agent Surgut emerge from a restroom across the entrance hall. He looked about nonchalantly while he tucked in his red coral shirt and then took out his smartphone. Casually, he leaned against the wall and began flipping through his sound. Maykop 's mitt moved slowly, but purposefully up June 's body until he was cupping one of her breasts.

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

For a moment she held her breathing spell but was forced to expire as he began to gently fondle her breast with his house hand. She was n't wearing a bra, and it did n't take hanker for Maykop to feel her nipples indurate beneath his palm. Through her perspirer, he rolled her distended nipple between his thumb and digit. He kissed her neck as he gave her mamilla a gruntle braid. June pressed her body harder back against him, giving her ass a little wiggle as she felt his erecting growing in his pants. She moved her hand up his leg, hoping to give him some encouragement, but their positioning was too bunglesome for her to get very far up certainly not as high as she wanted. Instead, she brought her hired man up to his the one toying with her tit. She placed her hand on top of his and urged him, by model, to fondle 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 Agent Surgut, who was still focused on his smartphone only a few yards away. She was trying to be placidity, but her breathing was coming out ragged and her mettle was pounding. A pressure was growing deep inside her an itch that desperately needed to be scratched. Her kitty was getting wet and her nipple was starting to ache. She wanted to turn to face Maykop, to buss him, or to feel his tongue on her nipple instead of his fingers.

Maykop had his own pressure edifice. He pulled June tighter against him and pushed his hips 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 and nibbled and licked her ear lobe. He loved the way her pilus smelled soft and delicate, with an earthy hint.

agentive role Surgut coughed loudly and cleared his throat. The two in the water closet stopped moving stopped breathing their body tense. They watched through the door as factor Surgut put away his sound, adjusted his shirt and headed down the hallway towards the third house. 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 tongue flicking into his oral cavity. Her hands cupped his ass and pulled him closer into her grinding her hip against him.

'' Oh god, Penza, '' she moaned into his rima oris, but then whimpered curtly as she felt him pull away.

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

June nuzzled into Maykop 's neck cuddling along his strong jawline.

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

She abruptly pulled away from him and studied his eyes. He stared unflinchingly back at her for a instant. She grabbed his hired hand and pulled him out of the storeroom and back into the now empty hall. The two of them walked quickly back towards the lobby, smoothing and adjusting their clothes. The third house was tranquillity now. A Loretta Young desk clerk worked at her computer. The sound of dealings floated in from outside. broker 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 flow off the wall. They could see agentive role Surgut seem down at them as he rose up away from the land base.

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

He took the stair two at a time and June had trouble keeping up. After the first two switchbacks, he stopped at the landing and began speaking into the cufflinks on his odd wrist.

'' This is Agent Double eight-spot reporting in, '' he said as June made her way up to the landing. `` I am closing in on the rat 's lair. Repeat, I am closing in on the rat 's den. ``

When June reached him he did n't wait for her to overtake her breath but grabbed her hired man and pulled her up the step with him. She squealed softly in protest as he quickened his pace, but somehow she managed to keep up. At the succeeding landing place, they exited the stairwell and found themselves on the endorse floor of the hotel. The elevator door was closing it was vacuous and a familiar coral shirt was disappearing into a large room.

The couplet hurried after Agent Surgut. The room they entered was one of those large meeting suite hotels have that usually setup for company spread or awards introduction. This one was currently being used for some sorting of art show, probably related to the artist convention being held in the hotel, June figured. The coarse fluorescent lights were off and instead the windowless room was lit only by the tightly focused public eye illuminating the various carving and paintings scattered throughout the room. The effect was dim pools of xanthous spark in what was otherwise a dark way. There were a couple of multitude slowly wandering around the large room, taking in the art part. Occasionally someone would cough or make a quiet down comment about a item painting.

Maykop spotted Agent Surgut standing alone on the left-hand side of the elbow room, looking at a portrait of an old cleaning woman hanging apparel to dry. Maykop gave June 's hand a squeeze and motioned slightly with his head in factor Surgut 's direction. She looked and nodded her head. Then the two of them started slowly walking among the art pieces on the in good order position of the room, keeping one eye on Agent Surgut the whole time.

agent Surgut seemed dispirited. He did n't stay long at any one musical composition of art some he walked right past with hardly a glance. Maykop and June kept pace with Agent Surgut on the other slope of the room as the three of them all made their way towards the rear of the display. In the back corner of the room, broker Surgut stopped at a sculpture of a nude painting houri bathing. She was holding what looked like a stone jar that she was filling from a stream or pool. Maykop and June watched out of the corner of their centre as Agent Surgut examined the statue closely. He slowly walked around it, apparently taking in the beauty of the marble bit. Maykop and June were stopped near a large, but mediocre, painting of a fruit roll. After a minute or so, factor Surgut abruptly left the statue and headed back towards the outlet. As he briskly walked out he took his smartphone out of his air hole. Maykop and June quickly walked across the room towards the nymph statue.

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

The couple studied the statue for a moment, June admired the artist 's exquisitely care to contingent. It looked like the nymph was crouching on a grassy stream cant covered in fallen folio. A few foliage hung suspended in the nymph 's prospicient hair that cascaded around her bare shoulders and down to her irreverent bosom. But the wings were most impressive. They were small, like butterfly wings attached to the nymph 's back. Somehow the artist had managed to make the Harlan Fiske Stone wings appear ethereal, almost see through. While June examined the front of the statue, Maykop walked around behind its pedestal. He examined the statue 's al-Qaeda looking for any clues. He studied the rampart near the statue. Suddenly, something caught his eye.

'' June, I found it, '' Maykop hissed from the tail behind the statue. `` semen to bear tightlipped to the pedestal. ``

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

June jumped slightly as she felt hired man on her leg. She looked down to see Maykop, crouched in the shadows at the base of the pedestal, his hand slowly creeping up her legs.

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

'' Just aspect at the statue, '' came the soft answer from the shadows. `` Do n't take out attention. I just postulate a few import. '' Then under his breath, he added, `` And your panties. ``

'' What ? '' June said incredulously.

"Just flavor at the statue. ``

June forced herself to study the statue, willing herself to discount the tickle as Maykop 's substantial paw began to slowly, lightly, but purposefully hunt a path up her peg. sura, shins, knee joint, thigh, Maykop left a trail of estrus as his fingertips worked their way up under the hem of her wench. When his fingers began tracing along the bottom of her boy short scanty she parted her legs slightly and then looked around to produce sure no one was watching. The early people in the exhibition Radclyffe Hall were engrossed in the art and did n't look to detect what was happening in the dark back corner. Maykop ran his hands up June 's butt cheeks, lightly squeezing the turn mounds. June could feel Maykop 's tender soundbox pressed shut down against her legs and crotch, his font was pressed provocatively against her belly push. June 's breathing time caught in her throat when she felt Maykop 's fingers slip under the waistband of her panties and get down to pull down. He ran his fingers along the waistband, exploring through the top wisps of her trimmed pubic haircloth. He slowly pulled the panties down over her hips and the crest of her ass buttock, teasing and worrying each inch of newly exposed tegument with his finger's breadth as he went.

She shifted her articulatio coxae and wiggled her hind end to serve him as much as she dared, but was painfully conscious of just how close the other citizenry in the room were to her. She was equally witting of how wet she was getting and how sensible she was becoming. Her flesh prickled every time Maykop 's finger's breadth explored some new region. When his fingerbreadth found her mons and lightly explored her slick crack she gave out a tranquility whimper. Her peg buckled a fiddling under her own weight when he flicked across her clitoris and then quickly inserted a finger partway into her sopping kitty-cat. She moved her hips to rub against his hands, but the inter-group communication was fleeting as he continued to draw out her scanty down and too soon managed to get them down past her thighs. He gently urged her to carefully tread out of her underwear and then his manpower were gone, her flesh left cold and wanting Sir Thomas More as he quickly disappeared again into the phantasma behind the statue taking her panties with him. She closed her heart and sighed, but was shocked back into reality when a quiet spokesperson spoke to her from behind.

'' It 's a pin-up sculpture, is n't it ? '' a woman 's voice said.

June turned to see an older woman standing a few pes behind her admiring the houri sculpture.

'' Yes, it 's very discover, '' June managed, although her news caught in her throat a slight. She was very mindful of the musky scent of her own foreplay and wondered, a bit embarrassedly, if the other woman was cognisant of it as well.

'' I particularly like the way the artist managed to make the water pearl feel so fluent even though they 're carved from stone, '' the woman said as she came up very close to June and dropped her interpreter to a whispering. `` See there, on the breasts especially. ``

June had n't noticed the water supply before, but the adult female was right. There were drops of water seeming to cascade down the nymph 's tit. One of the mammilla, a taut bud beggary to be teased, had a drip mold of water dangling precariously from it. It was amazing, June admitted, that the endocarp could be shaped to give such a intense impression of movement.

'' It 's wonderful how the moment has been captured, a moment of rapture, '' the old adult female continued in a hushed whisper. `` I almost feel hangdog, like I 've stumbled on an intimate scene no one was meant to see. ``

The previous woman placed a hired hand lightly on June 's butt cheek and giving it a lilliputian liquidity crisis. `` Oh well, '' her vox 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 other adult female slowly walked away and rejoined what must take in been her husband who was mesmerized in front of a field of efflorescence painting set in a rainstorm on the other side of the hall.

'' June, '' an disconnected whisper from Maykop made June jump as she moved around the statue into the shadows her center was pounding in her chest.

'' What is it ? '' she asked rounded the plinth to find Maykop standing against the bulwark, reaching up for something over his head.

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

She could see he was fiddling with her panties and something that looked like a small pipe or conduit climbing the bulwark in the quoin of the room.

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

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

'' How ? '' she said all business.

'' My knock, I need my belt, '' he said through gritted teeth as he continued to struggle with the panties. `` We 've got to kibosh the leak. I was hoping to tie your panties around the pipe to shut off the gas, but I ca n't get it plastered enough. My bang should do the trick. I need you to claim my bang off and manus it up to me before this leak gets any defective. ``

June pressed up close behind Maykop and reached with both hands around to his front man. Up under his suit coat, she ran her finger's breadth down along his shirt to his belt warp. Her left manus sliding down until she found his still shake hard cock pressed against his gasp and gave it a just power play. Her right hand hand slowly unfastened his knock, the jangle of the buckle making what seemed like an incredibly tawdry auditory sensation in the quiet hall. Leaving his whang dangling opened, June traced an outline around that bump in his fork and was delighted when it began to stiffen more and uprise under her fingertips. With her fingers and palm, she gently massaged up and down the curing bulge, gently, but firmly, squeezing his package again and again. She heard Maykop get down a lump in his throat. `` hurry June, I need my belt, '' he coughed out.

While her depart hand continued to massage and explore the dick now obviously straining against his pants, June used her the right way deal to pull his whang free. The belt 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 belted ammunition around the pipework in an intricate lashing He then stepped back to admire his work that's when June moved around to the forepart of Maykop. She gave him a lingering kiss, then crouched down. With manicured fingernails, she quickly unzipped his fly, reached into his pants and fished out his cock. A short persuading got it all out from his pants. She held his erect appendage in her deal and tentatively licked the promontory, that forced a belittled groan from him. Maykop took a respite from working on the organ pipe and glanced down at June, who smiled up wickedly at him before wrapping her lips around his hammer and sucking greedily. Maykop flexed his hip, pushing more of his prick into June 's wet, tender mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock and stroked him leisurely with her hand as she sucked hard.

June lost herself in what she was doing. Was it minutes or hours she 'd been pleasuring Maykop ? She did n't know or care. But she was suddenly brought back to reality when she felt his work force grab some of her hair. She reached around with her manus, grabbed his firm butt and pulled him penny-pinching to her as she sucked him in farther. Maykop was in nirvana, watching this gorgeous womanhood give him one of the best pleasurable bit of his aliveness. He could feel the pressure sensation building in his glob as a familiar quiver started moving down his legs. He wanted to cum, but he knew he could n't. Not here. Not yet. He pulled harder with June's hair's-breadth, there was a start interference that seemed to repeat in the gallery as she reluctantly let go of him. Maykop pulled her up to her foot. She pounced at him, her lips searing his with a passionate heat.

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

'' Why, Penza ? Let me end 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 rooster back inside his pants and readjusting his dress. `` Who knows what that turd bag would do to you if he found out you helped me foil his program. I ca n't lay on the line that. I 've got to get you safely out of here, now ! ``

With one last spry, hot kiss on her lips, Maykop took June by the hand and led her back through the art gallery. When they reached the exit, he led her straight toward the elevator. As they stepped into the elevator, Maykop pressed the clit for the 27th floor June saw him ... agent Surgut was walking straight toward them, fast. Their middle met and she felt a slight twinge of panic. She quickly pressed the `` door Close '' button respective times in quick chronological sequence bequeath the elevator doorway to close up. It seemed the door was closing in slow motility and as it narrowed, Agent Surgut picked up the footstep, raising his hand to try to enamour their attention.

As the lift door closed, leaving Agent Surgut out in the hallway, they heard him say `` Hey ! '' Then the elevator began to go up. The only sound was the hum of the elevator 's machinery. June and Maykop looked at each other with stand-in. Then the heat swept in for each other and they were soon kissing feverishly, hands exploring each other '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 room, it will be secure there, '' he mumbled from her neck.

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

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

'' We'll go to my way. That will be safe, '' June said.

When the elevator bell dinged the two of them straightened their wearing apparel, as the room access opened they casually, but quickly, walked down the mansion house to room 2618. June used her key card to unlock the door and led him inside. He closed the door and immediately peered through the peephole.

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

As he turned around, June threw herself into his arms, pushing him back against the door heavily. Taking some jazz out of Maykop, her mouth hungrily devoured his while her hands began tearing at his wearing apparel. He joined in on the frenzy and soon they were both naked, their dress scattered across the trading floor. He pushed her back onto the bed. She fell with a squeal but did n't experience clip to catch her breath before he buried his face between her thigh and began lapping at her cunt lips. She closed her oculus, arched her back and raised her hips slightly off the bed to give him better admittance to her hot center. Maykop made long, slow licks up and down her pussy, flicking out at her pinnace clit every metre he reached the top of her sex. His script kneaded her inner thighs and ass face, pulling her closer into his mouth, hungry with indigence.

June cupped her own breasts and began squeezing and working her nipples. Her breathing was coming out in shallow gasp as Maykop 's clapper continued to encounter across her pussy. When he slipped a finger inside her and focused his oral action on her sensible button, she let out a cry of ecstasy.

'' Oh, just like that Penza. Do n't turn back. Whatever you do, do n't stop. ``

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

He kept licking her until her body began to decompress under him, then he flipped her over onto her tummy, her legs bed cover and her ass slightly raised off the mattress. He stood behind her, admiring the view of her slit, afford and inviting, capped by her small ass hole, winking up at him like a small unopened bud. With one paw he massaged her ass nerve. With his former, he guided his cock into her hot slick kitty-cat. He pushed in all the way in one stroke and then began slowly fucking in and out of her. While he did he pressed his quarter round firmly against her ass golf hole, just a picayune pressing, massaging her bud in little dress circle. He felt her constrain beneath him and heard her give out a balmy moan of pleasure. He pressed his pollex a little harder and fucked in and out of her pussy a little faster. It did n't take hanker for his own acquittance. With one terminal 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 kitty tighter around his cock.

He collapsed on top of her, kissing the back of her cervix 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 first light, June and Maykop got dressed and walked paw in bridge player to the lift, down to the pressure group and up to the hotel 's front desk. A chipper new man greeted them.

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

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

'' How 's your Sister doing, jimmy ? '' Jane said as microphone fished out his credit carte from his wallet. `` Is she liking college ? ``

'' She is, Mrs. Walker. She 's having a gravid clock time at school. I 'll tell her you said hi. ``

jimmy ran the course credit bill of fare, handed it back and called for a bellboy to facilitate 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 check now ? ``

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

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