Part Three
We awoke to knocking on the office door.
“Duane? Are you in there? It’s after 7, and we’re ready to leave.”
Stirring on the couch, Duane, and I reached for our clothes so we could get dressed.
“I’ll be right there. Just give me a few minutes.”
“Have you seen Brit? Doesn’t look like she slept in her room last night.”
I ran into the office bathroom and waited for Duane to let me know the coast was clear.
Duane opened the office door, and there stood Thad and Marcus ready to tackle their mission.
“Sorry guys. I must have fallen asleep reading a brief. Come on in.”
“Have you seen or heard from Brit?” Thad asked.
“Yes. Unfortunately, I have bad news. Brit has requested to leave the organization.”
“What?? No way!” yelled Marcus “Seriously?”
“That’s right Marcus. I haven’t gone through all the details with her yet, but she will not be joining you and Thad on this mission. It’s all yours.”
“I thought it was essential to have a female on this mission.”
“That I’m still working on. I may have Estelle Varga join up with you later.”
“Estelle?” asked Thad “Is that the chick that’s built like a brickhouse?”
“Yes, that’s her Thad. Now don’t get all distracted on me. I need you and Marcus focused on the mission.”
“Holy shit! Awesome news! Hey Marcus! Think you’ll let me take a crack at that ass this time?”
“Thad you know the chicks can’t resist this bod,” he said flexing his biceps.
“Alright guys. You’re all set to go. Don’t forget to check-in and as soon as I hear from Estelle, I’ll let you know. Safe travels.”
“Consider the mission done Duane,” Marcus said as he and Thad walked out of the office.
Cyril had already loaded the bags and equipment into the SUV. Next stop, the private jet and onto St. Lucia.
Duane closed the office door and walked over to the bathroom door where I was hiding.
Knock Knock
“It’s safe Brit. You can come out now.”
I slowly opened the door standing there in nothing more than a towel.
“See something you like?”
The look on Duane’s face was priceless. I could see he was aroused by the tightness in the front of his pants.
He walked over to me not breaking contact with my eyes. He slowly removed my towel, knelt down on his knees and began nibbling on my thighs. He ran his tongue up my thigh to my navel and back down, while the entire time he squeezed my ass with his hands.
He then moved a hand in between my thighs and began fondling my lady part. I instantly began to melt in his hands. The more I moaned, the faster he moved his fingers inside of me.
Standing there while Duane made love to me with his hands, fingers, and tongue, I began to feel weak.
“Duane…..”
“Yes Brit…..”
I knelt down with him and coerced him onto his back. I kissed him allowing my tongue to tease him as I straddled him for another ride.
“ Oh Brit….”
“Be still Duane,” I said smiling “and just enjoy the ride.”
I rode him like I used to ride my favorite stallion Maximus. It was so freeing and extremely hot to be in control.
Duane had his hands on my hips assisting in the ride. His face was sweaty yet so handsome. His chest was glistening with sweat, and his moans were increasing and getting deeper. By the look on his face and from the now stronger hold on my hips, I knew it would be long now.
I kicked in my heals and road him like I was running in a thoroughbred race. We climaxed together with loud moans. I sat atop my new stallion until I could no longer.
Duane rolled me over onto the carpet and stared into my eyes.
“Brit, you’re absolutely beautiful.”
