Felicity
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I was in a small neighborhood plaza in Seville when a painter at his easel caught my eye. He was painting a woman sitting on a bench with a small fountain behind her. She was dressed in white and was surrounded by pigeons, she looked fabulous. She also looked sad, resigned to her fate.
She had a white cane at her side, she was blind.
I walked up to the guy painting her and told him, ‘Muy bonita,’ in broken Spanish.
‘Ah, American right? The painting is for sale and will be ready soon.’
‘I will buy it. Who is the lady?’
‘Her name is Paloma, the wife of a candidate for mayor.’
‘He commissioned this?’
He laughed and said, ‘Yes he did.’
I knew her name was not Paloma but a reference to her being a sitting pigeon. I took pictures of him and the painting then pictures of the lady and the man to her side.
I had noticed that there was a man near her keeping an eye on me. Like the painter I could see he had a concealed weapon. He was nervous.
I also noticed that the painting was finished and that the painter was waiting for a call, he had an earpiece.
I stood by him and asked him why he had not painted any of the other faces. He said the other people did not matter, only the lady did.
I asked him how much for the painting and he said, ‘One hundred euros.’
I reached for my wallet and pulled out the euros and heard ‘Cuando puedas,’ (when you can) on his earpiece.
He handed me the painting and I walked to the lady pretending to get a pen out of my coat. I saw the guy by her side look at the painter with wide eyes but I already had my gun out and shot him just as a bullet went over my head. He was shooting at me first so he must have made me. The other man had just drawn his weapon and only managed to shoot the ground as he died.
I held my gun behind the painting and hustled the lady out of the area. I gave my baseball hat to a kid on a skateboard and assumed a somewhat concerned persona when I approached a policeman.
I said, ‘I think two gentlemen behind the fountain over there took shots at each other. Please check.’
The lady translated for me and the officer ran towards them calling it in. I led the lady towards the hotel behind the plaza, went in a side door, then out the front.
‘Sonrisa por favor,’ I whispered to the woman. She smiled and pretended to be sighted as she held my arm. I got the attendant to hail a cab for us and we got in. I spoke to her in English as we rode and she nodded she understood. I had him take us to one of the better hotels in town then hustled us into the front door then to a side door, walked two blocks and went into my hotel.
Once in my room I asked her, ‘Porque te quieren matar?’
‘I see your Spanish is very good, I thought the difficulty you had speaking to the assassin was fake. To answer your question they want me out of the way to make my husband a martyr for the election and to keep my knowledge of his backers secret.’
Neither her excellent English nor her British accent surprised me. I thought about what she said for a few seconds then got my video camera out.
‘You will be a target until you talk. I have a camera trained on you, compose your thoughts and tell all. I will send the video to the authorities and to the media then we will go away until they are locked up. Start by telling your name and your husband’s name. Give names, dates and locations if you are sure of them.’
I busied myself making arrangements for our exit out of Seville and packing.
About five minutes later she said, ‘Lista.’
I turned the recorder on and she gave her name as Eugenia de la Cruz then added that her husband was Rafael de la Cruz, a candidate for mayor of Sevilla.
She described the incident of that day and gave enough information to be able to verify the plot and the persons involved. She then revealed that her husband had sought and accepted the backing of a man that was fronting for a human trafficking enterprise. She gave names and places.
She said that she thought they ignored her presence because she would not be able to recognize them.
‘Their plan to kill me however was not because they worried I knew what they were. They hoped my death by foreign agents would boost my husband to victory. I am saddened to say that plan to kill me came from my husband.’
She added that in the end one of her would be assassins must have changed his mind and shot the other. A man she did not know had hurried her away and taken her to an unknown location where she was being interviewed. She added that if they did not see her again to please pray for her soul. It would mean she was dead.’
I stopped her there and used my laptop to send it out.
She asked me if I was going to kill her.
‘I said, ‘I am going to rape you for days then eat you raw.’
She smiled and said, ‘I think I would like the eat me raw part.’
I saw a smile and somehow sensed she saw mine. She knew I was bluffing.
‘You can tell a lot from voice inflections I see. How long have you known you were going to be murdered?’
‘A few weeks. I did not run because I trusted my assistant to keep me safe. She was the one that led me to the plaza and abandoned me there. How long have you known?’
Wow, she was good.
‘Since just yesterday. I have been trying to find out who your husband was dealing with and overheard the plot for today. I recognized the painter as a pro and noticed his helper who wasn’t. I switched guns with him afterwards.’
She said, ‘I knew the first shot came from in front of me to me at some distance, then the second and third shots from right in front of me. The fourth shot came from near me to my left.
I heard you run away briefly then come back and hustle me away. I figured you had likely traded guns so I added that little story at the end.’
Thank you, Lets go. We have a plane to catch and I would prefer it happens before the video is playing everywhere.
I got a cab and we sped to the airport. We were hustled to the tarmac and got on a private plane to the Canary Islands.
She received a new identity and passport and I used my own name and passport instead of the alias and we flew to New York as a returning tourist couple.
She was debriefed and the following day she was taken to the ‘artists’ and they changed her appearance and gave her a new wardrobe.
I was debriefed and was told her husband had apparently committed suicide. His contact with the cartel was found dead in his hotel room, also an apparent suicide. The three men she had named were also victims of suicide. The brass at the agency concluded that the lady was going to need protection for a while.
I volunteered.
When I saw her next she looked like an American woman. She looked a bit older but I chalked that up as lack of sleep. I was mostly a zombie by then myself,
A day later I took her to the sights of New York and described them to her as she took in the sounds and the smells.
She asked me what her new name was.
I apologized and for not telling her already and told her the Department had chosen her name as Alicia P. Rosas y Colingsworth, born in Puerto Rico and therefore a U.S. citizen. She was a resident of Texas.
She asked me what the P stood for and I answered nothing in particular.
‘It stands for Paloma. Please call me by that name.’ she said.
I was impressed that her hearing was so good she could hear her painter call her that. I also wondered why she would choose a name given to her by the would be assassin.
Nevertheless I called her Paloma from then on.
Three days later I took her home to Texas and to my small coastal town. We were playing husband and wife.
We moved into our safe house and she began her new life. So did I. I finally got the chance to get her another white c
ane.
I had been assigned as the commander of a new small Coast Guard station in town. It was not a stretch as I had been the commander of a Coast Guard station when I was recruited by the intelligence agency.
I was fired and given a meritorious service medal on the same day. Getting into a shootout on foreign soil is frowned upon even though all agreed it was justified.
My new station also gave me command of the most sophisticated electronic equipment on the coast.
Paloma and I intended to keep a low profile but on our first Saturday afternoon a lot of women came over to welcome us and immediately befriended Paloma, then their husbands befriended me.
The next Sunday we were invited/abducted to a cooking demonstration and cookout at a house at the end of my street. Everyone there was a close friend or relative of everyone else there. Paloma was swallowed up in the melee and was soon being kissed by women in their twenties to women in their fifties. It was loud in there.
Some of the guys asked me to follow them and we went through a gate that went from yard to yard. The husbands were inside the house drinking beer and watching football.
One of them asked me if Paloma was bi-sexual.
‘We have been married a bit less than half a year and frankly I do not know. Why do you ask?’
‘Because she is in the company of a throng of bisexual and lesbian women and she will soon be aware of that.’
‘I guess I better let her know,’ I said and went back through the yard. There were naked women everywhere and I quickly saw that it included Paloma.
No one gave my presence a thought as I walked to her.
She was on a lounger with the hostess eating her pussy. I was going to retreat but thought better of it and walked up to Paloma and kissed her, our first kiss.
‘I came to warn you about the voracious ladies but, nevermind.’
I kissed her again and she wrapped her arms around my neck and extended the kiss.
I returned to the neighbors and said, ‘Too late, she knows and seems to appreciate it.’
All laughed and raised their beers to me.
The owner of the house was signing to one of the guys to tell me about the side effects.
‘What side effects?’ I asked.
He was very pleased I could read sign language and signed, ‘The women get real horny for their men after this type of event.’
All the guys nodded and I thought this might be the day we consummate our supposedly sham marriage. After a bit less than an hour women began to come over to get their men and go home. Two small redheads walked with their husbands to their houses across the street, they were still naked.
I waited until I worried that Paloma would not be able to find me. As I returned to the other yard the host to the party, Adrian, was coming back for me and asked me to follow him. He said there was something I should see.
I went over and found the still naked Paloma walking into a maze followed by his still naked wife Martina.
‘Martina has showed her twice, Paloma is trying to find the fountain by herself now,’ Adrian said to me.
We heard laughter then silence then laughter. ‘She found it,’ Martina yelled.
After a few moments they came out and Paloma came straight to me. I decided I needed to ask her how she did that.
‘We need to go home,’ She said as she took my hand.
‘We need to find your clothes first.’
Adrian asked Martina, ‘Where are they?’
‘On the lounger. On our block on late Sundays she can just walk out naked.’
Martina and Paloma gave each other affectionate kisses and I walked Paloma home. I did insist she wear her shirt but she did not button it.
She said, ‘I think we should complete the illusion of a marriage. Sleep in the same bed, kiss often. We will blend with the crowd better that way.’
‘I agree,’ I said as I led her to her bed, our bed.
I was naked when we kissed. Her hand closed around my erection and she straddled me and sunk her pussy over it. She fucked me hard until she had a loud orgasm then rained kisses on me.
I turned us over and made love to her and her orgasm sort of got stuck in her throat. I kissed my way down her body and love her tits and pussy. That orgasm was a hard sob.
I kissed my way back up to her and fucked her again until she shook the walls with her release and I filled her pussy with cum.
I lifted my upper body off her and she said, ‘I just knew you were a good lover. Let me look at you.’
She delicately ran her fingers over my face and said, ‘You are a handsome man. Your cock is a very good one.
Martina said the other women will want you but you are only allowed what I will allow. You may kiss their lips and when appropriate their tits. That will likely be true for all the women there tonight but wait until I know them better.
Only husbands can touch a pussy. Martina told me there are exceptions and she will tell me when I meet them. The small woman called Helen told me that among her friends and all of our neighbors all the women are Lesbians or bi. All eat pussy. I think I will like it here.’
I kissed her softly, gently. She purred. I kissed her tits and the purr got louder. I again kissed me way to her pussy and she changed from purrs to growls. Her orgasm overwhelmed her body and I nearly got my nose broken. I hesitantly kissed my way up her body and kissed her again.
‘You are my best lover ever. I am going to enjoy being in bed with you every night,” she said.
‘I am going to make sure you do.’
I got out of bed and locked up the house. She appeared to be asleep when I returned. She wasn’t.
‘How old are you?’ she asked.
‘Thirty nine.’ I said as I cuddled up to her.
‘Will you be OK with a woman four years older than you?’
‘As long as she is you I will,’ I said and kissed her neck.
A longish pause later she asked, ‘What if we fall in love?’
‘No problem at all. We are already married.’
‘It’s a fake marriage.’
‘Every place anyone would care to check will say we are married and have been for nearly half a year.’
‘That’s nice. Where did we get married? What day?’ she asked and cuddled closer to me.
‘June twenty third in Ponce, Puerto Rico. You are the adopted daughter of the Rosas family that were friends of your British mother. She died when you were twelve and your adopted family lived just long enough to see us marry.’
‘Good story.’
I kissed her shoulder and she went to sleep.
The next morning even though it was just five thirty AM she got up when I did. She fixed us coffee as I took my shower, I had shown her where the coffee and the brewer were and she had made a pot by herself the day before. I had been impressed.
Paloma gave me a long loving kiss when I joined her in the kitchen. She was naked.
I said, ‘One, you do not need to get up with me in the morning. Two, if you do get up you will need to wear something or I am going to be late for work every morning.’
‘You are the commander, you can be late whenever you want,’ she said as she kissed me again and guided my hand to her pussy.
I slid a finger over her clit and she suddenly inhaled deeply. She ran her hand down my body and noticed I was wearing boxer shorts. Paloma reached inside, pulled my cock out and sat on the table. She pulled my cock into her then wrapped her arms and legs around me. She kissed me, it was a long and caring kiss. During the kiss we began to fuck.
I had planned a fast and furious fuck so I could get to work but it turned into a long loving fuck. After her second cum I upped the pace and she was soon groaning loudly in orgasm. I slowed and filled her pussy as I stopped. A few minutes later we ended the kiss.
I carried her to the bed and covered her up. She told me Martina was coming over and taking her to the grocery store. I asked her t
o get beer and wine and to call me when she was back home. I got dressed and kissed her then left.
My day was routine, all my seamen were experienced and several had served under me before I became an intelligence agent. We had one surveillance vessel one interceptor/rescue vessel and a small very fast gunship. We had a helicopter on a pad to the side of a runway of the local airport. The runway ran alongside the inlet to my base. We could get to it quickly.
Each craft had five crews of three. The on base personnel were mechanics, communications, and munitions people plus the clerical staff. I was the dictator of forty-three people, eight of which were civilians.
I was thinking of going home for lunch but I though I better call first. It was a good thing I did because Paloma was not home. I called her cell and she answered, ‘Hi baby. Can you come downtown and join us for a lunch? Martina has spent the morning introducing me to the whole town and we are heading to a place called Pedro’s to eat.’
‘I know where it is. I will be there in ten minutes.’
Pedro’s is a small place with a lot of take out business. On my first day as commander I held a station-wide meeting and took breakfast items with me from Pedro’s.
As I walked in I heard loud laughter and found Paloma in the middle of it. I worried when I saw the police chief hovering over them but she had joined the laughter as I approached them. I then recognized her from the day before. She had been nude then. I had spent the afternoon at her house.
Pedro was telling the story about his first fire drill. It had apparently been less than successful.
‘Your husband is here,’ I heard someone tell Paloma.
‘Tell me what he looks like in uniform,’ she said.
‘Sexy,’ someone said. ‘Tasty’ said another. ‘In love with you,’ Martina said.
There was a murmur of agreement from all the others.
I felt myself blush. I saw Paloma blush as she grew a big smile.
After I was introduced the chief of police kissed everyone bye including me. Pedro shook my hand and returned to the kitchen. Two tall blondes moved to give me a place next to Paloma and introduced themselves as Jana and Inga.
I felt like I was expected to kiss Paloma so I did. It ended up being more than just a hello kiss but apparently that was what was expected. As soon as I sat Paloma’s hand went straight to my crotch and gave my cock a squeeze. Apparently that was what was expected too.
‘Empanadillas first,’ she said so I ordered some.
Paloma said, ‘Did you know Pepita and her husband were born in Puerto Rico too? Martina lived there as a child. There are at least twelve of us in this town.’
I immediately worried about her cover, they could easily trip her up.
‘Too bad her parents were so overprotective, so knows little of our hometown,’ Martina said.
‘At least they took her to the plaza and the cathedral.
And better yet she got banana split sundays at the drugstore across the street.
She told us about her stay in England but again over those years she only went out to concerts and dinners.’
‘Pepita and Martina had heard of my parents. They were prominent in politics,’ Paloma said.
That part was somewhat true, in fact a Rosas family member had even run for governor but Paloma’s mother and father did not exist at all.
I asked Paloma how the grocery shopping had gone and she said they had not gone yet.
‘We walked from Adrian’s office all the way down the right side of Felicity Boulevard to the resort and back up on the other side. I met a lot of people in each building. All of them kissed me. It took us nearly an hour to get out of the building Adrian’s office is in.
We stopped for a breakfast burrito at Janie’s but our attempts at communication where infuriating, she is deaf. She could not hear what I said and I could not see what she said.
We tried until Janie gave up and kissed me. She figured that would tell me how she felt about meeting me. I kissed her back. Martina interpreted for me and will be taking me to sign language classes.
Then we went to Wendy’s place and Marie’s place where I was subjected to blatant attempts of seduction, they did have some modicum of success.
Then we drank orange juice on the resorts balcony. I love the sea breeze and the sound of the waves.
Our next stop was the Tiki bar where I discovered a great wine and was introduced to Sam and Juanita.’
Dani
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