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Two things woke him from his slumber, the sunlight pouring in through the open curtains and the sound of the shower running in the en suite bathroom. He got up and padded across the thick fur rug that covered the cold marble floor and cracked the door to the bathroom. Steam leaked out, obscuring his view, so he pushed the door open and stepped inside. The bathroom was huge, bigger than his kitchen at home. A long deep bath sat along one wall, and he found himself fantasising about what he and this mystery woman could get up to in there. However, it was the walk-in shower opposite that rapidly drew his attention.It was set in the corner of the bathroom and had a glass wall on one side. A large circular showerhead cascaded a torrent of hot water over the naked woman standing under it. She was facing him with her eyes closed and head tilted back into the stream of water, her fingers running through her long wet hair. The action had caused her chest to thrust forward, and he felt himself swelling at the sight of the water running over her perfect breasts, down her stomach and between her legs."Good morning." His gaze snapped up to her face and her amused expression. "I see someone has fully recovered." She nodded at his engorged member. He realised that this was the first time he had heard her speak, breathless and orgasmic swearing notwithstanding. She was clearly English and had an accent that spoke of a private education but wasn't the cliché bray of a Sloane Ranger. It was surprisingly normal for someone who clearly had wealth and confidence in spades."Why don't you come and join me?" she asked, and not needing a further invitation, he stepped towards her. She opened her arms and pressed herself against him as his hands encircled her waist. They kissed as the water cascaded over them. It was a deep kiss that lasted a long time. He sensed, though, that something had changed. Before, her kisses had been passionate and aggressive. These were the deeper kisses of established lovers. Their hands roamed over each other as they kissed. His cupped and squeezed her behind, then moved up the small of her back to stroke her hair. Her's stroked across his back and lingered on the raised scratches that her nails had caused the night before, then drifted down to squeeze the taut cheeks of his bottom. His penis lay pinned between them, pressed hard against her stomach, and she felt it harden. Her body responded in kind, and she felt her loins tighten and tingle as their kisses became more passionate.He broke the kiss first and pulled her head back, kissing down her neck towards her breasts with one hand. She arched her back to present herself to him and cupped his head as he kissed down her chest. His questing lips kissed around her breast and then brushed her nipple. She moaned appreciatively as his tongue flicked out to lick and tease her nipple to full hardness. She pressed his head to her and moaned louder as his mouth clamped onto her, and he sucked hard. His other hand drifted around from her behind to the cleft between her legs, his fingers grazing over her wet skin. She parted her legs slightly to help him as his hand pressed onto her pubic mound. His fingers found and then parted the wet outer lips of her sex. She shivered as he ran his middle finger between them. He pressed first bahis siteleri (http://www.kejva.com/) one, then a second digit inside her and began to move them in a slow, rhythmical motion that sent gentle waves of pleasure through her.His mouth broke its seal on her nipple and returned to her lips. His penis pressed against her stomach once more, and she reached down between them to grasp it in her hand. Her slim fingers encircled him and gently began stroking him up and down. He groaned in her mouth, and for a while, they just stood under the cascading water and gently pleasured each other, slowly letting the pressure build.He broke the kiss first and withdrew his fingers from between her legs. He gripped her right leg and lifted it so that it hooked over his hip. Sensing what he intended, she wrapped her leg around his back and moved his penis to brush against her sex. She ran the tip of his penis up and down her outer folds, enjoying the sensation and its effect on him. He tried to push forward to enter her, but she twitched out of reach slightly, smiling at his grunt of disappointment. She kept the gentle rubbing until she could take it no more and guided him to her entrance. Released now, he thrust forward and sunk into her wet embrace. They both groaned in unison, her at the sudden feeling of fullness, him at the warmth and tightness of her sex as she gripped him. He held himself there as one hand supported the small of her back, and the other held her raised leg. She began moving her hips in small circles, grinding herself against him, then switching to a slow back and forward motion that drew his penis almost from her before sliding back into its full length.They kissed gently as the passion and pleasure built. She knew she would cum soon and began to press herself harder against him. He responded in kind, feeling his own orgasm building and moved against her in long, deep strokes. He felt her body tense. Her fingers dug into the muscles of his shoulders, her breath came in ragged gasps, and she pushed herself against him so hard that he almost fell. She gave one deep shudder and arched her back as she climaxed, her head thrown back and her mouth open in a silent scream.He continued penetrating her as she climaxed, but he was not far behind. Her sex had contracted around his penis and gripped him tight. He groaned as his own orgasm built. With a final spasmodic jerk, he thrust himself deep inside her. He grunted as he flooded her, triggering another orgasm in her. She clung tightly to him as they both rode the crest of their climaxes.They stood like that for a while, enjoying the closeness of their bodies as the hot water cleansed them. She eventually broke the embrace and began to wash under the shower, a sight that only served to reawaken his ardour. She noticed her soap lathered body's effect on him and smiled. She rinsed off and dried herself with a soft white towel before throwing on an ivory white silk robe that clung to every contour of her body."Come and join me for breakfast when you have finished." She called as she left him to his own shower.When he emerged, he had thrown on a towelling robe and found her sitting at the dining table delicately slicing into a plate of thick pancakes. He joined her, and they ate in comfortable silence, occasionally stealing glances at one canlı bahis siteleri (http://www.kejva.com/) another."So, am I ever going to find out your name?" he eventually asked."Maybe. It depends on whether I think that I can trust you.""And what do I have to do to earn that trust?" He asked.She smiled and leant forward, pressing her fingers together under her slightly pouting lips. "Well, your first round of the interview process has gone very well, " she joked, "But I think we need to get to know the real you." He grinned back at her playful tone but also got the impression that she was only half-joking."Tell me about yourself," she commanded.He leant back in his chair, trying to appear nonplussed by this woman who was clearly used to getting her own way and being obeyed. He told her his name and that he had just left the Army after sixteen years as an officer and hoped to start a writing career.She seemed satisfied by his answer and questioned him more thoroughly on his career and life. He did his best to answer, all the while trying not to stare at the tantalising glimpses of flesh revealed by the silk gown. His musings were interrupted by the chime of the lift, and he looked up to see a maid entering carrying his cleaned and pressed dinner jacket."I had it dry cleaned for you, and I got a new shirt to replace the one I tore." She explained as she stood up from the table. He rose with her. "Now, I hate to be mean, but I have some business to attend to."He must have shown his disappointment on his face as she prowled up to him and pressed her silk-clad body against his. She caressed his cheek with her nails and reached inside his robe to stroke his rising penis."Don't worry, darling. We will see each other again. I like you, and I think we can have a lot of fun together." She kept stroking him, enjoying the flush that rose on his neck and how his breathing had quickened. She kissed his neck but batted away his hands as he tried to reach for her. She kept up the gentle pace, not letting him touch her but gently kissing his neck and face as she did so. He could take it no more and felt himself boiling to the edge. He gripped the table with one hand and gasped as he climaxed. She kept stroking him throughout his orgasm until he could take it no more, and he was forced to pull back. He opened his eyes to find her smiling at him."I wouldn't want to send you home frustrated." She kissed him on the lips and turned back to the bedroom. "Leave your phone number on the table, and I will be in touch", she called over her shoulder as the door closed behind her.He dressed quickly, wondering when the maid had left, and then took the lift to the lobby. He hailed a cab and headed home, wondering if he would ever see this mysterious goddess again.*The next few weeks passed in a blaze of mixed emotions for him. He alternated between pinning over her, desperately checking and re-checking his phone like a love-sick teenager, to frustration and anger at the lack of contact. He tried to find out more about her through internet searches and enquiries at the hotel and ball, but nothing came of it. He had just entered the acceptance stage of grief, convinced that she would never call, when a letter landed on his doormat.It was made of thick ivory white paper with a prominent watermark and smelt faintly of perfume. canlı bahis (http://www.kejva.com/) His heart quickened, and his stomach tightened with nerves as he pulled out a note written on the same high-quality paper. He scanned the note;Patience is its own reward.London City Airport. Next Thursday, 1 o'clock.Pack for the beach.XxxAt the very bottom of the note was another imprint of her crimson lips. He grinned at the mystery of it all but resolved to not let it bother him and just enjoy the ride.The next few days were spent in a frenzy of packing, preparation, and anticipation, but the days still crawled by. Finally, when Thursday came around, he took the tube to London City airport and at one on the dot, he stood in the check-in lounge wondering what was going to happen next. A voice called his name, and he looked around to see a young woman in the uniform of an air hostess walking toward him. She flashed a brilliantly white smile and asked if she could see his passport. He did so, and she asked him to follow her. She offered to take his bag, but he politely declined. He was always one for carrying his own kit. He followed her through a private door and into a quiet corridor that led through the airport and onto the tarmac. There, a black Range Rover Sport was waiting for them. The hostess held the door as he slid into the back seat, and then she got into the passenger seat. The driver pulled smoothly away and drove past the lines of parked planes towards a hanger near the end of the runway. They drove through the hanger and right up to the steps of the private jet that was waiting inside. The door was opened for him again by the hostess, who gestured for him to board. When he asked about customs and security, she smiled and said it had all been taken care of. He felt a twinge of apprehension but decided to stick with his original plan of just going with it and boarded the jet.The inside of the jet was beautifully appointed with a thick royal blue carpet, real wooden panelling on the walls and ceiling and deep, leather seats. He was disappointed to see that he was the only occupant. He had been hoping that she would be there to greet him and hoping that he might finally be able to join the mile-high club.The cabin door thumped closed behind him, and the pitch of the engines changed as it began to taxi out of the runway. His earlier assumption that his mystery woman had wealth and power proved itself right. Only someone with both could have a departure this meticulously planned and executed. He sat in one of the chairs and enjoyed the novelty of being in a private jet for the first time. He watched as London receded below him as the jet climbed and then turned east. He tried to ask the hostess where they were headed, but she smiled and evaded his questions. He sighed and, adopting a practice from his time in the Army, fell straight to sleep.The hostess woke him, gently shaking his shoulder to tell him that they were beginning their descent, so he looked out of the window to try and puzzle out where they were. They were flying over a cerulean blue sea that glistened and sparkled below them. Given the time he had been asleep and the direction of flight, they must be somewhere in the Mediterranean, probably Greece, maybe one of the islands in the Aegean. They circled a large island and landed on a local airfield, where they were met by another Range Rover. He was ushered into its air-conditioned luxury, and they sped off. He was beginning to suspect that this woman was either very powerful, a Bond Villain, or both.