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Intrigue At Kiev
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Sam Bachorski had been born of Ukranian parents who had emigrated from the old USSR, to the United States where the lived a quiet life in a rural community and became United States citizens. The parents had lived modestly, worked hard and become part of the American success story. The story of their escape from the Communist country had been a harrowing one - driven by a need to experience freedom.

Having crossed the border with Sweden, they had eventually arrived in the United States and became citizens. They were good, hard working, modest living people who worked to succeed which they did! By 1963, they owned a modest, three bedroom house in the suburbs of the city, drove a fine new automobile and had saved a substantial amount of money. Sam was born to them in 1963.

They were good parents and raised Sam to be a decent, responsible, gentleman who was familiar with hard work. In college, Sam had majored in International Law, probably influenced by the old world culture that he saw in his parents. He did well in school and was sought by a number of firms for employment after graduation.

It was then that he was first approached by government agents. It was also his first experience with the dark world of ‘cloak and dagger’ as the agents made salary offers that were very enticing without discussing the work that was expected in return for the work or even where in the government he might work. He had hesitated. . .

Then, the agents had pressed their case and sweetened their offered. By the time he was hired, he had been recruited by agents of some unknown entity to work for an organization, the nature and extent of which he had no idea and had been investigated by men who had come to question his friends and neighbors. It was with some foreboding that he had reported to Langley, Virginia to begin his job.

Once there, he had been rigorously trained in the boot camp for agents for nearly six months during which time he had been totally sequestered on the clandestine base. Then, he had been re-assigned to a desk job in a nearby office. Life had taken a drastic turn as he read various printed material from the USSR and interpreted it for perusal by analysts who were looking for small bits of intelligence.

At first it had been interesting and he had regular working hours and freedom to come and go as he wished. Then, as he grew familiar with the work, he grew bored and began to question whether the salary he was receiving was enough to keep him at the job.

Then came advancement. . . he had become an analyst! Again, it had been interesting at first but with the passing years, he grew bored. Then, with eleven years in the employ of the CIA, he had amassed retirement and perks that made it difficult to leave the company. It was then that a position for a senior analyst opened up in Vienna.

After another few months of refresher training, he found himself at his new post in Vienna where he worked independently and pursued his intelligence gathering with renewed vigor. He was soon meeting the under cover operatives on their return from the USSR and talking to them in his native tongue. . . never by name though!

In the 1980's when the old Communist USSR began to disintegrate, Sam had been in the forefront gathering intelligence on the imminent collapse and on the probable consequences. It had been an exciting time.

During the 1990's Sam had seen the demise of the USSR and the rise of struggling independent republics. The old soviet intelligence apparatus was gone and it’s agents left with no means of support. The once exciting job in Vienna slowly became dull and boring.

Back in the United States, he could not develop any interest in his work and Sam made the decision. . . He would leave the CIA.

He had never married as his work was of such a nature that he couldn’t conduct a normal social life and as a consequence of having lived a very modest personal life, he had amassed a considerable sum of money which was invested in interest bearing accounts. There was enough to allow him to continue his comfortable existence for the rest of his life.

So, he left the CIA and moved to a small farm in Virginai where he had tired of the farm’s inactivity in only a matter of months.

During his working career, Sam had never had time for a real relationship with a woman and his sexual activity since college had been limited to casual sex with people in his work environment or the closely related environment - it was safer that way and nobody got hurt.

His main source of satisfaction for his sexual appetites lay in frequent dreams where a woman with soft, well rounded and erotic features offered herself to him. He could feel the warmth and intimacy that real-life casual encounters didn’t provide and he was closer to the woman in those dream than he had ever been in real life. Strange; though he knew her body features well, her face always remained obscured in those dreams.

Then, retired and free of those work related restraints on a relationship with a woman, he found that he was simply inept socially and unable to meet the kind of women he was attracted to. A man in his forties, he simply didn’t know how. . . He felt like a teen-ager, clumsy and awkward around women.

It was then that he was approached by agents from Langley again. This time they were there to offer a contract rather than a salary. He would receive a sum of $12,000 per month and all expenses paid to partake in a covert mission. The CIA was not to be involved in any way. Then the details got murkey. Where? When? What was expected? The agents were mum.

Of course, Sam was soon back at Langley, in an office not far from the one he had occupied earlier. A young officer laid out their proposal. Sam would travel to Kiev on an ordinary tourist visa and act, in all other ways like a tourist with an interest in all things. He was to mingle with the population and develop a sense for their general attitudes. He was to collect information on their standard of living and their cultural habits as well as any military issues as he might uncover. He would report his findings, in writing, weekly through the military attaché at the embassy. He was to remain in the Ukraine covertly, renewing his tourist visa as necessary. He was further advised that his cultural heritage and his long familiarity in the field of gathering intelligence made him ideally suited for the job.

It was a chance to travel - to escape the boredom of the farm. Sam accepted the job immediately, disposed of his farm and arrived in Kiev in the dead of winter. He was excited at the prospect of working on his first covert assignment and he felt young and vibrant and full of vigor again. At his hotel, he settled in as he toured the city and visited the museums and historic sites by day and mingled in the hotel bar in the evening. He soon found himself speaking the language like a native.

A week passed, then two. Sam toured every nook and cranny of the city as he talked to merchants and shop keepers and immersed himself in the new culture. He ate the local foods with delight. Sam delighted in his activities as he reminded himself that he was being paid handsomely for his efforts.

Alone in a foreign country, he was lonely. For the first time in his life, he was in real need of a friend. The hotel bar offered his only diversion.

It was as he was sitting at the hotel bar for his evening drink and talk with the locals that he met Olga. She had walked into the lounge, smartly dressed and beautiful, glanced to the right and left and went directly to Sam. “Join me at a booth,” she said and Sam moved immediately to join her. Beautiful women had seldom approached him so directly.

“Sit down Sam Bachorski,” she said. That caught his attention. . . she knew his name and Sam had been traveling under an alias! His cover was blown! Immediately, his body quickened as he listened to her.

“We know all about you Sam. We know your mission here and your contract with the CIA . . .$12,000 per month wasn’t it.” She continued. Sam knew he was busted - his cover blown! He now need only wait for the calamity that was about to fall. “And who are you? And who are you working for?” he asked.


There was a long silence as each assessed what had just transpired; then, having dropped her little bomb, Olga relaxed and suggested a round of drinks. “Let’s see, It’s gin and tonic’s for you I believe.” she spoke lightly. Then, over drinks, she explained Sam’s position to him. Sam was collecting the type of information on the Ukraine that was vital to attracting foreign investments. The information was being sent back to the CIA where it carried all the weight of the US government. Actually, her intelligence service had assigned her to provide any assistance he might require to make his job easier.

Sam sat quietly, thinking, as he contemplated his next question, “So, what happens if I decide to inform my connections that I’ve been busted and decide to go home?” And Olga replied, “Well, it’d be goodbye to your $12,000 a month all expenses paid vacation for one thing. For another, you’d be failing in your mission and finally, we’d probably make an ugly mess of throwing you out of our country.” Then, she added, “. . .besides, we could have a lot of fun working together and getting paid for it.”


Sam was not sure exactly when he decided to go along with her plan. It was probably around their third drink and after several hours of conversation. They discussed the proposed plan for working together and Sam had found Olga to be both intelligent and fun. As the evening drew to a close, Sam viewed Olga carefully for the first time. He decided she was quite beautiful.

In her forties, Olga was no runway model; rather, her curves were fuller and more rounded. Her once shiny black hair was laced with gray and carefully coiffed into an easily maintained, ponytail. Her face was full and well rounded with a ruddy complection and crooked teeth and as was the custom of the women of her country, she wore no makeup. Her clothing was cheap, off the shelf but well matched and altered to fit. She was perhaps five or ten pounds overweight with a rounded tummy, probably due to child birth or poor diet.

Her beauty, and no reasonable man would deny that she was beautiful, lay not so much in the eye of the beholder as in their perception. Her eyes were indeed the window to her soul and her body pleasantly soft - both exotic and erotic! In addition, talk came easy with her as she had initiated their meeting and guided and directed the conversation at first. Her natural grace and charm had soon captivated Sam.

Later, as they parted, Sam moved to kiss her goodnight and Olga responded, “No, there can never be anything romantic between us. My agency would frown on such activity.” Sam was much more disappointed than the simple rejection might normally have inspired.

With the rejection still fresh in his mind, Sam went off to his room and settled in for the night. He felt calm and relaxed after a rather hectic evening and sleep came almost instantly. He dreamed. The dream was essentially the same as usual only this night the dream woman had a face - Olga!

It was a powerful dream and a pleasant one as he felt the love that he had never known in real life. Hel lay immersed in the dream which had no beginning and for which he would remember no end. There must have been sex involved as his pajamas were filled with the evidence of his nocturnal emission.

The next day, Sam met Olga for breakfast and their joint venture into intelligence gathering began. They worked well together as Olga paved the way into the various government offices and their files. Olga joined Sam often between her tour guide duties as necessary to insure his success and every evening she joined him for dinner after which they often enjoyed an evening of fun and entertainment.

Sam’s work was even more in depth and more complete than even the most optimistic had hoped and the very intensive nature of his work required more time than anticipated. It was time that Sam found himself bonding with a real live woman, for the first time. It was a comfortable, cosy feeling and he encouraged it.

As the days passed, Sam experienced a number of small incidents in their relationship - incidents that excited him! There was the time he was working at the computer in a government building when he required assistance with the unfamiliar keyboard. She leaned over him and placed her hand over his. The simple act had left him lusting, shaken and excited!

Then, there was the time when he had walked behind her in the hotel hallway and his attention fell on Olga’s well turned and shapely ass. This time, he was compelled to act - he placed his hand gently on her buttock! Olga’s reaction had been swift and sharp! “Stop that!,” she had spoken firmly.

Another day passed and as they faced each other as she was leaving him for the day, he moved to kiss her. She turned and avoided his lips as she again rebuked him.

Sam’s feelings were no longer those of an independent man but had become those of ae infatuated and frustrated lover. Inexperienced and awkward, he was keenly aware of his situation and sought for a solution to getting around Olga’s apparent cold nature and the restrictions she had placed on their relationshgip.. Somehow, he sensed that beneath the cold, hard exterior that she showed him lay a sensuous and loving woman that he longed to get to know. But how. . .?

To make matters worse, he felt inadequate in dealing with his situation. He wondered if he was indeed up to bringing forth that woman he desired. She seemed so able to control their relationship.

Still, he persisted. . .

Then, after nearly six months of living with frustration even as he was enthralled with his situation, he reached a decision - he couldn’t live that life any longer and as they met after a day of work, Sam made his move. He simply grabbed the lovely Olga, embraced her and kissed her squarely on the lips; then, sensing no resistance, opened his lips and drove his tongue into her mouth.

Amazed at the lack of resistance, he backed away to look into her eyes where he hoped to ascertain her feeling. As he backed away, Olga took his hand and said, “Sam, Come with me. It’s time you knew more about me”

As they walked out of the hotel, Olga led him quietly down a small street for perhaps a mile. The big city had faded into a city of shacks and muddy streets. They spoke but little and Sam noted tears in Olga’s eyes as they walked. Near a small bridge, they turned right and walked down a badly rutted lane for perhaps another half mile before turning into a small, brick house with a sheet iron roof. “This is where I live with my daughter, Golda.” she said and led him into the house.

Once in the house, Sam noted the single light bulb, suspended from the ceiling, in the small living/family/dining room and another in the kitchen area. The kitchen was equipped with a coal stove which provided for both heat and cooking facilities. Then, coming from the bedroom was a young girl, perhaps seventeen years old, pretty like her mother and shy.

“Sam, this is my daughter, Golda.” she said and the girl responded to his hand with a shy smile and a limp handshake. Sam knew he liked Golda the moment he laid his eyes on her.

As they settled into the cheap, shabby furniture, Olga offered to fix dinner; then, busied herself with preparing it while Sam talked to Golda.

Golda spoke English quite well and Sam told her so as Golda, pleased with the compliment tried to speak it even more fluently. Soon they were laughing about her small errors in speech as Sam spoke the Ukrainian dialect back to her with deliberate errors for her to note and respond to with glee.

Dinner, on tin plates consisted of sausage and cabbage with some herbs and spices. It was a dish that he had eaten before when he was a child and he said so. It was followed by a slice of coarse ground whole wheat bread for dessert.

The meal had gone well as Sam and Golda laughed and talked as they ate. Olga, however, was restrained and silent for the most part. After dinner and the dished cleared, Olga spoke to Golda, “Honey, I may be very late tonight so I want you to go over to Uncle Lenoid’s for the night.”

In a few moments, Golda was gone and Olga began to speak in earnest. “Well Sam, now you see how we live here. You see me for what I am.” she said as her eyes moistened.” Sam was moved by her obvious feelings and moved to embrace her. “Do you think this changes anything in my opinion of you? Do you think I didn’t at least suspect how you lived? Your daughter is a real beauty. . .a charmer and you should be proud!” he said.

As Olga heard the words, she had other concerns - concerns that had been developing for months! She had felt feelings for Sam that very first night as she observed his strong, masculine nature and his gentlemanly attributes. That he was a man among men and that he had strong feelings for her was soon apparent to her. Then, she began to feel the lust that she had avoided for so many years. . .she had fought it! She fought it with every bit of her being! Today, Sam had breached the barrier and there could be no turning back.

Then, as he embraced her, she did not resist and he kissed her lightly on the lips. Again, she did not resist. As their lips continued to touch, Sam felt Olga’s tongue pressing for entrance into his mouth. Their embrace tightened as their tongues met.

After a time, they parted and sought to regain some composure. “We’re crazy! You know that this will be the end of our working together.” Olga said and Sam laughed, “Jobs are like street cars. If you miss this one, another will be along soon.”

Olga laughed too but spoke differently, “That’s alright for you to say. You, who makes more money in a day than I do in a month. . . You from America where there are more jobs than workers. Here, it’s different.”

The talked. Olga pensively! Her thoughts and words guarded as she tried to come to terms with recent events. She wondered. . .Had she screwed up? On the other hand, the kiss had awakened demons within her that she had thought long since dead - sexual urges and appetites that she seemed powerless to fight. Perhaps she didn’t want to fight them!

As they talked about their past and their lives, Olga soon realized that it was decision time; either go back to her past and try to forget what had just transpired or face a new and uncertain future. In her mind, she recalled her previous life and her marriage to a drunken Soviet Officer. Then, there was her disappointment with her lack of opportunity in a life, where she knew that she would exist, grow old and die. . .nothing more!

Suddenly, as Sam was telling her about his lack of experience with women, she arose and took him by the hand. Then, silently, she motioned for him to arise and led him into her tiny bedroom. The significance of her action was not lost on Sam and he knew immediately that their relationship had changed.

Once in the room, Olga turned and kissed Sam on the lips. It was a friendly, pleasant kiss, filled with anticipation. Sam returned it. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“No,” she replied, “. . .but I think it’s my best alternative.” On hearing this, Sam was instinctively aware of the inner turmoil that she was experiencing and spoke, “I’ll try to protect you and make you happy.” he responded and she replied, “I know you will.”

With the ice broken, the couple moved on to more light kissing and caressing as they built on to their friendship with new found intimacy. It was a time of friendly laughing and giggling as they grew more trusting of each other and more intimate. It was a time that both reveled in. . .

As their intimacy grew, their minds slowly began to narrow their focus and the outside world, with it’s cares and woes, was soon buried in their subconscious. Then, as if impelled by some force, they came together again and kissed with a fervency that narrowed their minds still more - there was just Sam and Olga and their relationship.

With this narrowing of the minds and then growing intimacy came forth the demons of lust and passions that served their carnal appetites. Neither resisted; rather, enjoyed the erotic sensations that accompanied the demons.

Olga, who had memories of her failed marriage and unsatisfactory sexual encounters only minutes before, had allowed the demons to totally free her mind of the past. Now, she sought only the satisfaction that surely must lie ahead! Her mind and her body were prepared.

For Sam, whose only experience had been with women who were not emotionally involved, it was a new experience and one that left him feeling incapable. The responsibility for a loving relationship seemed to lay in his hands and he simply didn’t know what to do. The knot in his stomach was fear. . .

Then, their gestures towards one another became more demanding - more urgent as they grew closer responding to those inner urges. Fingers began to fumble with buttons as they trembled in anticipation. They felt the cool temperatures as their bared skin was exposed to cooler air in the room. Soon, their clothes lay scattered about the edge of the bed and they felt each other completely for the first time.

It was a time of familiarization and even closer intimacy as Their world had shrunk to their two hearts, minds and bodies on the bed that was to be the place of their soon to be union. Their minds merged into one as they kissed and caressed and played.

As Sam’s hands moved over Olga’s breasts, he found them warm and soft and softly rounded, waiting for his touch. The nipples stood on their dark, brown areolas at the peak of those womanly assets. He had to kiss them.

It was with he first touch of his lips to her extended nipples that Sam felt her body quicken to the touch. It was also the indication that he was doing something right and the knot of fear in his stomach began to dissipate. He pursued her breasts with his lips, suckling, caressing, laving as he moved and always alert for the effect he was having on the woman he craved.

Olga, on the other hand, had expected his movements but she had not anticipated the slow, steady ministrations and their effect on her. Unlike all her previous experiences, Sam seemed to be in no hurry and his efforts were arousing her demons to demand more. She was incredibly horny. . .

Then, Sam did move forward with his seduction as his hand caressed slowly across her belly and on to her mound of Venus. Olga waited for his fingers to press into her but it did not happen. Instead the fingers moved slowly over her outer labia and down to her inner thighs which she hadn’t realized were so sensitive.

Soon, Sam had moved and his lips were kissing and laving her inner thighs and Olga realized that he was about to perform a first on her. Her excitement grew in anticipation
as his lips drew closer to her labia. She worried briefly that her body might not be clean enough for him. . .

Sam, was now confident. He would please this woman and his lips were moving slowly over her inner thighs, upwards towards the cuny lips that were already moist with her fluids. It was when his thumbs, on either side of her pussy, opened the labia to expose the soft, inner tissues to his tongue that she cried out. Now, Sam sought only to please.

As Olga lay in ecstasy and totally subject to Sam’s advances, she realized that this was special and had never been so aroused - not even when she had conceived a child. . . not even when engaged in coitus! When Sam’s tongue had entered her sensitive area, she had cried out spontaneously in rapture. Then, she realized that it was Sam who was providing the pleasure and she felt a compelling nead to please hi,

When Olga moved from beneath him, Sam was concerned - had he done something wrong. He waited only seconds to find her on top of him with her mouth blowing hot breath on his hard penis. Her cuny was again only inches over his tongue and it was obvious what the next move might be. they fell into a perfect sixty nine as they ministered to each other.

Olga, on top, had never engaged a lover this way before, nor had she ever willingly taken a cock into her mouth before. This time, she sought it eagerly as she worked to please the man beneath her. Even as she worked to please Sam, she felt her own passions soaring to new heights.

Minutes passed. Then, it was Sam who moved. As he rolled from under her he said simply, “In want to cum in you and in about a minute, you’ll have drained me before we even get that far.”

Olga moved quickly on the bed to position herself for the pending coitus. “Come to me.” she said as Sam rolled over her and their eyes met briefly. The eyese blazed with passion and spoke of urgency as their lips met in a kiss.

Then, Sam was in place and together they guided his stiff love muscle into her well prepared vagina. They came together slowly and lovingly as the big cock penetrated her warm, velvety smooth passage. Then, they felt it - they were fully engaged.

They did not speak; rather, they languished in the tender sensations that emanated from their union as they lay motionless together. It was Sam who moved first, compelled by the demons of lust to further action. He slowly withdrew his penis until it was nearly out of it’s tender box, only to drive slowly back to full penetration. It was a time of familiarization and experimentation for him.

As Olga lay under Sam and feeling the exotic sensations of his man-meat entering her she felt only intense pleasure. The feelings seemed stronger than she remembered although it had been many years. Then, as she felt Sam move over her she felt a need to participate - to give back what he was giving her. “Strange,” she thought, “She’d never felt that way before.”

In a minute or so, she found herself bringing her pussy up to meet his downward thrusts to provide pleasure such as Olga had never experienced before. She was participating! She was his equal! She was sharing his power! Then, it hit her - her peak came suddenly and more intense than she’d ever know!

Feeling Olga’s orgasm beneath him, Sam stopped thrusting and drove himself into her in an effort to prolong her pleasure. He embraced her closely until her peak had subsided and for reasons he could not explain, he rolled them over together, still fully joined, so that Olga was on top and riding him. He relaxed his efforts.

Meanwhile, Olga, on top now and in the power position, began to experiment. She rode slowly, tentatively at first; then with increasing intensity until she rode with all the power she could muster. Her second orgasm came quickly, even more powerful than the first! With it she fell on top of Sam, temporarily spent and seeking a moment to regain her strength.

They kissed and embraced and laughed as Sam’s still rock-hard muscle rested deep in her belly. “Did you like it that way?” Sam asked and Olga replied, “I’ve never done it that way before. I liked it!”

Suddenly, Olga’s strength returned, Sam felt himself being fucked again. From a slow thrusting to a faster rhythm to a faster mode and finally a staccato of thrusting as her ass moved at lightning speed. She rode hard and fast and when her peak approached, she continued to the next.

It was on the third peak that Sam felt the stirring in his groin and he made no attempt to restrain it. As Olga cried out her peak, Sam felt his steady Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Fly from his cock into her belly. They embraced and kissed and slowly came off their high.

After a time, their breathing returned to normal and they began to feel the cool air around them as they lay enveloped in the most beautiful afterglow.

As Olga lay basking in the warm sensation, her thoughts became more rational. She slowly realized that she had been fucked hundreds of times before but never properly and knew that she had been truly loved. Her mind was at ease with this as she felt a need to express her gratitude for what she had just received! She tried to express her feelings but found words inadequate.

They continued to lay together, making small talk as they kept their intimacy. Sam, felt the flush of success as he realized what he had given to Olga. He felt pride. He felt humble! He felt satisfaction! Mostly, he felt the woman next to him and was truly content.

Neither wanted to move; to separate from each other. They lay enduring the aches and pains of muscles strained by long exposure to the unfamiliar situation so as to avoid breaking the spell.

Then, the situation became unendurable as they parted and Olga went to the bathroom to clean herself and Sam moved to place a towel under the sheet where his ‘pecker tracks’ had left a wet pool. Suddenly the Spartan surroundings around them came back into their senses and they were aware of the cool temperature in the room.

Ten minutes later, Sam and Olga were spooned together under the covers in the bed and sound asleep. It was not yet daylight when Sam was awakened by Olga’s stirring beside him and he turned to find her showered and getting dressed. She seen=med disturbed.

As he observed her rather cold and distant behavior, Sam felt concern. He asked, “Good morning! Have I done something wrong?” he asked. Olga turned and answered him, “No. It’s me! By now my superiors will know about us and my job will be terminated. I’ll lose my job as a tour guide and unable to find work without proper references. My life is a mess.”

Sam went to her, embraced her, kissed her lightly on the cheek and said, “I’m with you. I’ll stand by you. Perhaps things are not all that bad”. . . words meant to comfort. The words were to no avail and Sam felt real concern as he saw the tears in her eyes. “Mary me,” he said. Olga did not answer; rather, now with both fully dressed, she motioned for them to leave her house.

Together they walked towards town and at Sam’s hotel they ate breakfast as usual. Then, as they parted, Olga said, “What was I thinking last night? I must have been crazy!” then, she left for her morning tour guide’s duties.

Sam, on seeing her distress, made a quick decision. He left the hotel quickly and went directly to the government center where he sought out the office of the State Secret Service and entered. At the first security gate he was stopped and asked for identification to which he replied, “I’m an American spy working covertly in your country. I want to speak to your Chief Operations Officer. The action was quick and effective.

Five minutes later, he was seated in the office of Alexander Bolinski, a man who Sam had known by reputation during his years in Vienna but never met. The meeting was cordial, like old friends which they might have been but for circumstances many years before when Alex was in charge of the NKVD operations and Sam had been in charge of the CIA. “I’ve come with a proposition for you, By now you are surely aware that I bedded your operative and I’m here to tell you I love her. We’ve worked well here. . . perhaps Olga could fulfill a similar function in the United States. . . .”

An hour later, the talk concluded and friendly chat was over and Sam went on his way to his day’s work.

That afternoon, when Olga was to meet him to edit his work, she did not show up. An hour later, she had still not arrived and Sam became concerned. Hours passed and as darkness began to close upon the city he hailed a taxi and went to her house which he found empty. Then, on his return to the hotel, he felt fear. . .Had she come to some bad end! In his room, his mind vacillated between fear that she had left him and fear that something violent had happened to her.

It was after nine-thirty when he heard the light knock and Olga entered the room. She seemed like her old self. . .the cares of the morning gone. “Where the hell have you been?” Sam asked.

“It was the strangest thing. This morning when I arrived to lead the tour, Magda was there to replace me and I was taken to the State Police Headquarters. I’d never been there before as operative were never supposed to be seen in the offices. My superior called me an and said he had a new assignment for me. I’m supposed to seduce you and convince you to marry me and take me to the United States where I’m to work with your CIA.” She spoke swiftly.

On hearing this, Sam was sure all was in order. He moved to kiss the woman he loved. “Oh Sam! I’m ordered to seduce you. . .” Olga said as she grabbed him in a strong embrace and drew their bodies together. Their lips met in a kiss that brought both to full alert. Sam felt his cock stirring in his trousers as it inflated towards full erection. He reached for her light jacket to find it gone and the buttons on his shirt nearly dis-engaged. Her blouse was gone in seconds and her bra in only a few seconds more.

The tender, slow preliminaries of the previous night were forgotten as they raced to coitus. Their minds closed around them suddenly and all that mattered was the meeting of their cock and pussy and the glorious sensations that followed.

Being of one mind and familiar with each other, they moved smoothly and efficiently as each sought to please the other. Ten minutes later, they climaxed together in a crescendo of emotions more powerful than either had ever experienced before.

Then, as they lay together in the envelope of peace and tranquility that followed their second great tryst, they discussed their future marriage and the ceremony.

It was the sixth day of January when Golda, Olga and Sam moved into their home in Virginia and began their new life. Together, they toured their new home for the first time -Oh! They’d been there many times unpacking, moving in, furnishing, etc., but now it was home and they would be living there.

As Sam and Olga took Golda to her room, Golda was overcome with pleasure and giddy with delight! The young woman went thru the large walk-in closet to her private bathroom and back still giddy, “My room is bigger than our whole house was Moma,” she cried out. Then, she lay down on her queen bed and luxuriated in her situation.

Soon, Sam and Olga moved on to their own master bedroom complex, leaving Golda to her delight. Once there, they quietly went about examining they new furniture and the large master bath and walk-in closet. As the now married couple entered their bedroom, Olga surveyed her new home with a reverence that was normally reserved for church. They moved about their bedroom enjoying the intimacy that it allowed.

Meanwhile, Golda had tired of laying about on her bed and chose to explore their new house further. She was happy! She was happy because of her situation but mostly because her mother was happy. Her mother, who had raised her and nurtured her for all those years deserved some happiness.

She moved through the family room and paused briefly to examine the biggest television screen she had ever seen. She moved to the kitchen to admire all the conveniences that she’d never seen before.

Then, she started for the master bedroom to find her mother. As she approached the door to the master bedroom, she heard her mother say, “No Sam! Not now! Golda will hear us. . . We’ve gotta’ be quiet . . . “ and she stopped before entering the room. As she remained near the door, alert, she heard her mother again. This time it was the sound of a satisfied animal and a voice that said, “OHHHhhhhh Myyyyy . . . . Yes Sam, just like that!“

Golda turned away and walked towards her own room, sure that her mother had found the man who could make her happy at last.

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I am past the age of retirement and write for my own pleasure. This story has some basis in fact

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