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Weeks went by. Several times Randy or Anne said it might be next week, but then it was called off. Not only did the opposition have to know where Randy was going and where he was staying, but they had to have the means to bug and video the room. We could neither make it too easy, nor make it too hard. So three or four attempts went bad.
Finally Randy called me. He was in Paris. He said a key word and then continued, “I need two files—the Alpha II recap and the preliminary Delta report. Neither is sensitive enough to require an armed courier, but the protocol says that an employee from E Section must carry them. Are you free to fly over on the night flight, stay a night, and return?”
My voice catching replied, “Yes, no problem.”
Randy replied, “Excellent. Go to transportation and on my verbal orders have them make plane arrangements and hotel reservations where I am staying.” Without another word he hung up.
I arrived at DeGaulle early in the morning. I used my college French to direct the taxi to the hotel, and checked in. I was tired. I had not been able to sleep on the overnight flight. The inability to sleep might have been the newness of flying to a foreign country ... or maybe I was afraid of what was about to happen. In either case, I was tired and apprehensive.
I immediately took a shower and then, overwhelmed, went to sleep since my meeting with Randy was not until five o’clock that evening. My alarm went off at four o’clock and I took another shower to wake up. I was feeling better, but still nervous. Standing before the mirror I looked at my naked body. My breasts stood out. I touched my nipples lightly and as I was watching, the nipples hardened. It brought a flush to me face.
I dressed in a simple black dress with straps leaving my shoulders bare. The bra and panties were standard issue. After all, I did not know what I was getting into.
At the same time Randy and Anne were in his mini-suite. The king-size bed, rare in Europe, took up two-thirds of the room and there was a small sitting area in front of the bed with a small couch and chair facing the television.
The conversation between Randy and Anne had been normal business. Nothing confidential was said as was expected among professionals. Randy, winking at Anne finally said, “So we have Katie with us tonight. What do you think?”
Anne replied, “She is your assistant--she is used to doing what you say. However, she certainly doesn’t throw her body around the office, although she really has a spectacular figure. I suggest we have a few drinks and see if the ice princess is really made of ice. If she doesn’t react appropriately, then maybe it’s you and me again—not the end of the world, is it?”
Randy replied, “Of course not Anne. Sex with you has always been spectacular.”
I knocked on Randy’s door at five o’clock. Anne opened the door and said, “Exactly on time. How was your trip?”
I replied, “Long, but no problems other than I had to show them my temporary courier identification to prevent security from searching the briefcase.”
Anne looked behind me to a man that had walked up and said, “Here is the package. Please take it to the office, secure it, and then you are free for the night.”
The man took the briefcase and left without a word.
Randy appeared and said, “I’m hungry and we all have had a rough 24 hours. I suggest we have a good meal and call it a day.”
We never left the hotel. The hotel restaurant was fantastic. Randy and Anne both spoke very good French and took over. They ordered for themselves and on my request, also ordered sole meunire for me. Randy took his time and then ordered two wines—a merlot and white chardonnay.
We sipped the wines, kept the conversation going, and then had the meal presented to us in the traditional French restaurant way. It was perfect, but I was nervous. Randy and Anne acted as if this was nothing more than a business meal. They talked, made small jokes, and never showed any inclination that this was other than fun. I, on the other hand, remained apprehensive. What was coming?
The first couple of glasses of wine did nothing to me. Somewhere between the third and fourth glass of wine, I relaxed. I laughed at the jokes. I tried to tell a few, but always missed the punch line.
Then Randy stood up and said, “Let’s have a nightcap upstairs, and then all of us get a good night’s sleep.” We agreed and followed him to his room.
Randy immediately made the drinks. My drink was strong and did not taste as good as the wine. I sat on the couch with my back to the bed. Randy was in the chair and Anne sat next to me.
Anne said, “You really look like the trip has caught up with you. Are you tired”?
I replied, “Yes, the eight hour flight, a short nap, and then the wine and dinner have been fun, but tiring. How do you and Randy put up with this type of traveling week after week?”
Anne said, “A big part of handling the travel is learning how to relax. Let me give you a shoulder massage to ease the strain and then off to bed you go.”
Without another word Anne got up and walked behind the couch and lightly touched my shoulders. I think I jumped a little. She griped my shoulders, squeezed and started massaging them. For a few minutes her hands worked on my bare shoulders and neck. Her hands were soft and she knew exactly how much pressure to apply to make my body relax. I looked at Randy who returned my look. I read nothing in his face.
Without my being aware, my shoulder straps had been pushed aside and Anne continued to massage my bare shoulders, neck and upper arms. It was comfortable and I closed my eyes. I felt her hands pull the back zipper down to reveal more of my shoulders and back. Her hands went farther down my back and chest. Finally her fingers lightly touched the top of my breasts. I involuntarily squeezed my legs together. I had to force myself not to reach and stop her hands.
There was dead silence in the room. Her hands were feathers as they continued to go back and forth over my chest and upper breasts. Then her hands went deeper. Her fingers slipped under my bra and lightly caressed my nipples. I moaned quietly my head back against the couch, my hands at my side.
For minutes Anne silently massaged my back, shoulders, and breasts. At some point she unclasped my bra. I was barely awake, but her hands were starting to arouse my body. My legs parted slightly and I no longer wanted Anne to stop.
Anne finally unzipped the back of my dress so that it lay at my waist. Her fingers lightly cupped the bottom of my breasts lifting them slightly while her thumbs gently kneaded my nipples that were now hard points of sensitivity. She leaned over my shoulders and lightly kissed each nipple and then went back and gently sucked them. I whimpered and I could feel the moisture invade my panties.
Anne softly said, “This is such an awkward position; come with me to the bed.” Not waiting for an answer, she came around the couch. She put her arms around me and pulled me upright. When I was standing, she kissed me on the lips. I tried to return the kiss, but her face was no longer there.
Anne led me to the bed and gently eased me down on my back. Anne then lay on her side next to me on the bed and kissed me on the lips. Her tongue pressured me and I opened my mouth. Our tongues probed each other. She kissed my neck and breasts and then started teasing my nipples with her tongue and lips. I moaned and without thinking spread my legs and arched my back.
Anne said, “You look so uncomfortable with the dress around your waist.” “Let me remove it.” She did so without waiting for an answer. Anne repeatedly kissed me alternating between my mouth and my breasts. Her fingers continued their soft caressing. I felt her hands on my stomach and then they caressed my hips. Her fingers touched the top of my panties and started to slip inside them.
Without warning, I felt two hands on my thighs. They couldn’t be Anne’s. It must be Randy. I felt a light kiss on each thigh. Then the kisses went up and down my legs, each time getting closer to my inner thighs. I must have closed my legs, since at some point I heard his voice say “Just relax.” Without waiting, he brought his hands up to my panties which were now soaked, and slowly drew them down my legs. Anne, sensing my excitement, deeply kissed me and I returned it.
I felt Randy’s hands under my hips as he lifted and put a pillow under me. Now I was fully exposed and open to his assault. His tongue worked his way up my inner thighs and then to my vagina. I knew I was wet. His fingers slowing parted my outer lips while his tongue went up and down and explored my inner parts. I was dying for release. My moans were becoming louder. Finally his tongue found my clit and started to play with it. He was driving me crazy. I became louder until Anne kissed me again and covered my mouth with hers.
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