"Downpour"

[AngelEyes1994]

"Downpour"​

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The rain had been sudden and fierce. The overcast sky, which had not looked particularly ominous in any way, had suddenly opened up and -- in under ten minutes -- dumped two inches of rain on the previously drought stricken region.

Lisa had watched the downpour from the dry, warmth of the coffee shop, marveling at the power of mother nature. It was not just the rain she was watching, though. Kitty corner to the little café, a black sedan sat at the curb in front of the park. Its owner was somewhere inside the tall office building across the road. The building housed everything from private companies to government offices. The car's driver could have been anything from a lowly mail clerk to a business executive to an administration appointee to a secret government spy. that was why so many entities liked this building: its diversity in occupying companies and organizations meant someone watching others walk through its door could never know where that individual might get off the elevator or what office that individual might be going into.

Of course, Lisa knew exactly who the sedan's owner was and exactly what office he was going into and exactly what his job was.

On the table before her, the face of her phone lit up. She touched the screen and a text appeared: On is way out now. ETA 3 90 seconds.

Lisa looked to the downpour, which showed no signs of letting up. She smiled. This works. She dropped a ten on the table and smiled to the barista, telling her to keep the change. Then, ensuring no one was looking, she scooted her purse under the bench seat with one foot, then pulled the front of her dress up nearly to her belly button and stuffed her tiny cell phone into the front of her panties.

Confident that no one was the wiser, she ran out into the rain and across the street to the edge of the park. The cold of the fall rain affected her almost immediately, causing her entire body to erupt in shivers and her large, typically pert anyway nipples to harden even larger below the thin fabric of her dress.

As she crossed the road, Lisa had been watching her target, also crossing the road but safe from the downpour with a large black umbrella and long rain resistant trench coat. She was standing on the curb on the opposite side of his car when he arrived at the door and looked up to see her.

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[musicankane]

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Jason Steele had only been working for the C.I.A. for a year now. Before that he had spent four years working undercover for the F.B.I. He had been the agent responsable for the conviction of one of the biggest crime cartels in the States. At the head of it, Charles Shaffer, Mafia Don, Murder, and all around scumbag. Jason worked for Shaffer doing mostly odd jobs, illegal odd jobs, while collecting evidence to prove that Shaffer was the Kingpin and four years of undercover work later, it brought the son of a bitch down.

That was when the C.I.A. approached him. They had offered him a new opportunity, investigating domestic terrorism. Specifically, he was put on the case of looking into one Asamak Farishi. Farishi was already known to have been involved with terrorism in the U.S. Nothing that could be proven in court, not yet anyway, but the C.I.A. was sure of his assistance in 9/11, and was sure he was up to something bigger.

Jason had been working on Farishi for a year. Not undercover work, not this time, but rather desk work. When he got the job he thought it would be exciting, like an action movie or something. Instead it was a desk job, looking through folders or as they were called in the C.I.A., dossiers.

What the fuck ever.

The pay was great and there was something to be said about not having to risk being fucking shot one a day to day basis.

Friday night Jason intended to rush to his car, drive to the local Hooters, stuff his face with wings and beer, then pass out face down on his couch. This had been Jason's routine on Friday nights since six weeks ago when his girlfriend left him. She had not wanting to be with a man who risked his life for a living. Even when Jason insisted that the only thing he risked now was papercuts, she still left him.

Fucking bitch. Why'd she have to break his heart like that? Probably was cheating on him anyway, he working 10-15 hour days a lot of the time and she probably fucked his neighbors or something.

Fucking bitch.

Jason's mood didn't improve when he stepped out of his office to find it pouring rain like nobodies business. Shit why couldn't he work at the Los Angeles field office, fucking New York.

He popped open his umbrella and darted across the street to his car. Another perk of the job. Normally people couldn't park on this block, but Jason had a special permit on his license plates that let him park a car where ever he wanted for however long he wanted.

He dug into his pocket for his keys, glancing up for just a moment, only to freeze as he spotted her. A beautiful, darling young woman standing on the curb. She held no umbrella and had no other way of protecting herself from the downpour, which had soaked her to the bone, leaving her dress damn near see-through and her body shivering.

"Jesus." He muttered. "Hey! Ma'am are you alright? Do you need some help?" He asked moving around his car to come up to her. As he reached her he held his umbrella over her. "Miss, you are soaked. What are you doing just standing here in the rain like this?" He asked.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"Jesus. Hey! Ma'am are you alright? Do you need some help?"

Lisa considered pouring on her own water works -- she was a pro at spontaneous tears -- but in the rain would Jason have even noticed?

He moved around his car held his umbrella over her. "Miss, you are soaked. What are you doing just standing here in the rain like this?"

She had considered so many options for this moment in the days before this, but she -- like the rest of the city's population -- had not been expecting a rain storm to shake things up.

"I, um..." she began tentatively. "I can't find my people ... the people I was in town with. I don't know..."

That was when she told herself Fuck it and burst out in sobs, her already shivering body exploding in obvious trembles as she wrapped her arms around her chest ... below her nipples, of course, not wanting to hide them from the young man's view

 

[musicankane]

Well that explained it. No wonder she looked like a lost little lamb in the big city, she was visiting with friends and got separated, then the rain came just to leave her out cold. Jason sighed and shook his head, "Shit. Here come with me." He took her around to the trunk of his car and popped it open to grab his extra jacket.

"Here put this on." He told her, briefly letting his gaze drop to her full perky breasts, which where down prominently visible in her dress. Quickly his gaze pulled back upwards. Jesus it had been too long since he had gotten any. This poor girl stuck in the rain did not need his stupid ass oogling her. She had other things to worry about.

He grabbed his cell phone from his pocket. "You got separated from your friends? Do you wanna try to call them and tell them to come get you or something?" He offered her his personal phone.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Lisa took the phone with hesitation, then just stared at it for a moment before saying in almost a whisper, "I ... I have no one I can call."

She kept her gaze on the pavement as she offered the phone back. A genuine tremble from the chilly rain rocked her body, and she said through chattering teeth, "I'm cold."

She knew who he was and how security was likely always on his mind. Getting into his soon to be warmed car would be a coup if she could pull it off. If she could not, she would come up with something, she was sure. Just as with Jason, she was a professional, in her own way.

 

[musicankane]

For just an instant Jason's alarm bells rang off inside his head. This girl was clearly an adult. At least nineteen or twenty but maybe more, how could she have no one to call? For her to be stuck in the middle of the city, no purse, no phone, no money and not a single person friend, family, or otherwise she could call? Something was not right here.

But Jason also couldn't in good faith leave her out in the storm like this. The news said it was only going to get worse as a typhoon level storm was moving in overnight. The storm was sudden and extremely out of season, but it would only last a day or two so it wouldn't be world ending.

He took back his phone and sighed, "alright alright calm down. Look I am a....police office in a way. Tell me your friends names and maybe I can looking them up and get you a phone number to dial."

Jason glanced at the time and shook his head. "Except I can't go to my office now. My apartment is only a few blocks from here. I can take you there, you can take a hot shower and throw your dress in my dryer if you like. Then I can try to find one of your friends." He offered.

He moved around to the passenger side of his car and opened the door for her. "Hurry before the rain floods my floor though."

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"Alright, alright, calm down," he told her. "Look I am a....police office in a way."

Oh, Jason, Lisa thought, Don't sell yourself short. You are so very much more ... or I wouldn't have been assigned to you.

"Tell me your friends names," he continued, "and maybe I can lool them up and get you a phone number to dial."

He glanced at his watch and change the plan even before it had begun, helping Lisa into the car before circling around to take his place behind the wheel. She waited until he was getting in before she began fussing with her dress, which by now was soaked to her skin. She was trying to make it appear as if she was trying to get more comfortable, but the result was that she lifted the hem of her dress conspicuously, once high enough that she accidentally flashed the black thong that had begun to show through the wet cloth anyway.

Once she was settled in, Lisa looked about the car with feigned nervousness. She was, as far as he knew, in a car with a stranger. If Jason only knew about the inch thick file she had on him back in the safe house or her reason for having it, he would not have let her in his car but would have instead thrown her to the wet pavement and cuffed her right then and there.

"I don't know what I would have done if you had not come by," she said as they headed down the street. She chuckled, telling him that that sounded corny. Then, with a sincere tone, she looked directly into his eyes and said, "But really ... I don't. Thank you ... I'm sorry, did you tell me your name?"

 

[musicankane]

As Jason drove he thought about what he was doing. Part of him still told him that something was wrong about this whole thing. Another part of him enjoyed the flashes of flesh he got as she tried to adjust her dress on the seat.

He cleared his throat as he realized that she had asked what his name was and he blushed. "I'm Jason. Jason Steele. My friends insist I have the name of an action hero. Though nothing I do could be called actiony."

Jason. Cleared his throat and blushed, looking away as she continued to fidget in the seat.

Minutes later Jason pulled into his parking spot under the apartment building. He smiled and gestured her out of the car. "At least it isn't raining here." He told her.

He was silent as they rode the elevator up to his floor and led her to his apartment. "Home sweet home." He told her, letting her in. "Alright uh.....miss? The bathroom is in the bedroom, take as hot of a shower as you want. Leave your dress on the door and ill come toss it in the dryer for you. Hey wait a second what was your name again?" He asked.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"Lisa," she said as she looked about the apartment. She attempted to make it look more female curiosity than enemy operative survey. As she wandered toward the door he had pointed her to, she added Lisa Brown ... of the Harton Grove Browns."

She looked back to him and laughed. "Wyoming. And not the Wyoming everyone knows from the nature films or roundups, but the part that no body knows, not even the people who live just down the highway from us."

She slipped Jason's coat from her shoulders as she neared the bathroom, laying it over the back of the couch. With her back to him, the black bands of the thong were more than obvious just beyond the thin, red fabric of the dress clinging to her firm, youthful butt cheeks. She closed the door behind her after thanking Jason once more.

In the bathroom, she pulled the thin cell phone from the front of her thong and quickly typed in a text that simply said: Touchdown. Her contact would know that that meant she had arrived at the target's apartment. She stripped out of her dress and thong, then stepped out of the modest 2 inch heels that were sexy enough to show off her legs but short and sturdy enough to allow her to fight hand to hand if it became necessary.

Lisa's fists were not her usual weapon on most assignments, of course. No, the primary weapon in her arsenal was the body that she took a moment to inspect before reaching for the bathroom door, opening it, and dropping to the floor beyond it both her dress and thong. She allowed the door to crack just wide enough to show off her profile -- her firm and natural "C" cup breasts, her narrow waist and flat belly, her round pear shaped ass -- should Jason happen to be looking her direction at that moment.

She closed the door without ever looking to see if he'd spied her, then hopped into the shower for a long, hot soak. She did not typically bathe this long, but she wanted her host to think she was cold to the very bone and in need of a long, hot soak just to thaw out.

As she stood there beneath the steady, hard stream, she thought of her description of Jason as the target. He was not, of course. He was more like the gun sights through which the people Lisa worked for would get their target, a mole inside the criminal organization Jason and his kind were trying to bring to their knees.

Lisa did not particularly like working for bad people, and she certainly did not consider herself a bad person, either. She had been forced into this business against her will, to protect people she loved and who loved her. Amazingly, once she was in too deep to get out, Lisa found she was not only good at it but enjoyed it as well. She would have preferred to be on the other side of the badge, with people like Jason, but her side of the law paid so god damn fucking better!

She finished showering and found a large towel to wrap around her body. She was short, barely 5'4", so the huge towel hung all the way to the middle of her thighs. That won't do, she thought. She removed it, laid it out flat upon the bathroom counter, folded over six inches of it lengthwise, and donned it once more. Now, running a hand over the condensation covered mirror, she noticed that the towel barely hid her freshly shaved front side and allowed the lower curves of her incredible butt to just barely peek out.

She emerged from the bathroom, dabbing at her long hair with a hand towel, and immediately said, "Jason, I lied."

She waited until she knew she had his full attention, then continued. "I mean ... I sort of lied. Yes, I can't find my people. But ... my people is actually a person. I, um ... I came to New York with a guy I met after I..."

She chuckled and shook her head, saying softly, "I can't believe I'm telling you this." She drew a deep breath and went on, "I ran away from home. Don't panic! I'm 19 years old. I'm not jail bait or anything. You can check my Facebook account if you want to."

She made her way over to his bed, crawled upon it on her knees, then lowered herself down upon it to lay on her belly and elbows. Her cleavage was very much on display now, as was about a third of those delicious, fine ass cheeks. "Anyway ... he abandoned me. We got here yesterday and we were going to find a motel. We were going to look for work and an apartment and get a car and all of the stuff a girl wants to have with a boy ... and then I found out that he wanted me to turn tricks so that he didn't have to work."

Her eyes began to glaze a bit. "I ran off. But he has my purse, and my phone, and my money. I--" She chuckled again. "This is so embarrassing. I don't even know his last name. I met him at the bus stop in Chicago, he gave me a ride here ... and that's ... that's pretty much it."

 

[musicankane]

Jason moved into the bedroom after he heard the water running to grab her dress. He stopped short when he saw that she had not closed the door all the way. Through the slightest Crack in the door he saw her tight smooth body glistening with wetness under the spray.

Quickly he jerked his gaze away and grabbed her dress, leaving the room before he got caught doing something. He shook his head and went out onto his small padio where his washer and dryer was. After turning on the dryer with a moderate heat so not to ruin her dress, he went to sit at the desk and wonder how the fuck he brought a little girl home with him.

He stood up when he heard the water stop, moving into the bedroom to greet her. Her smooth sexy legs very revealed to his gaze in the towel which she seemed to have folded much too short for her. Was she doing that on purpose?

Then came her confession and Jason leaned back against the wall. He was fucked now. She had him.

"Well that is a rather dangerous situation don't you think?" He asked, his voice a little sharp. "You ran away from home only to come to New York with someone you just met. Then you ran away from him when things got sour."

Jason knelt down in front of her and looked at her. "Pretty but not very bright Lisa. Why don't you let me call your parents. They might be worried sick about you and I'm sure will be willing to set up a plate ticket for you to go back home."

Jason frowned."Then again you have no purse, no ID, no phone. Damnit!" He stood up and paced the room a bit. "Look I don't know what I can help you with Lisa. All I can do is let you stay out of the rain, but you can't stay here. I'm sorry." He said shaking his head.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"Pretty but not very bright Lisa," Jason said.

She almost smiled at the pretty comment, thinking Good, he likes what he sees. But when he continued with not very bright, she realized it played into her game even better. She pouted her lower lip a bit, which she hoped would only intensify his concerns that she was simply not fit to be on her own in this harsh, scary world.

"Why don't you let me call your parents," he continued, expressing how he thought the concerned though non-existent folks might feel about their daughter's absence.

After he told her she could not stay here, she dropped what she hoped would be the kicker: "My step father tried to have sex with me ... twice! And when my mother found out, instead of divorcing the bastard, or better cutting his throat with a butcher knife, she slapped the shi-- she slapped me. She thinks I flirted with him, that it's my fault."

She sat up a bit, which only emphasized the exposed cleavage she was proudly but accidentally showing him. "Listen, Jason, I ... I appreciate what you've done for me ... and I shouldn't ask you for anymore. But ... I really have no where to go. And even if you find a place for me for tonight, what do I do tomorrow?"

She rolled over and stood beside him, a maneuver that -- again, accidentally -- flashed her entire, cute little ass end to him for a second or so. She looked up into the taller man's eyes and begged, "Please. Can I just sleep on your couch one night?" She raised a long, slender index finger. "One! Tomorrow morning, when you have to go to work, I'll leave. I promise. I'll ... I'll figure something out. Just ... just don't make me spend the night alone. I haven't--"

She cast her eyes downward, waiting a moment as she turned on the water works again. When she looked up, both eyes were glistening with wetness as one big tear raced down her left cheek. "I haven't been alone since I was a little girl."

 

[musicankane]

Jason averted his eyes so that he wouldn't stare at her tits. God had it been that long since he had gotten any? So long that the barest flashes of skin could only lead to him staring at her like a fucking teenager.

He turned but she was rolling off the bed, revealing her tight ass to him before getting to her feet. She rapidly explained what had happened and why she left. Again the alarm bells in Jason's head rang and he knew he should send her on her way as soon as he could.

Instead Jason sighed and held up a finger. "One night!" He insisted. "And only because it is raining. You don't understand that I can't just have someone in my apartment. I have a dangerous job and I can't be taking care of someone else who's barely out of school."

He sighed and shook his head. "You understand? I think you need to seriously think about what you plan to do after this. Fuck now I need a damn shower. I have to think."

He hung his head and made his way into the bathroom, tugging his tie loose as he closed the door. He closed the door but didn't lock it because he wasn't in the habit of locking it. Instead he simply stripped and turned the water on. Then sat on edge of the tub to think.

What had he gotten into? This poor girl was lost in a big city and if he let her leave she would be forced to suck dick or die. Could he really send her off to that fate? Then what about the alarms that he had ringing in his head.

There was no doubt that her story didn't make much sense. And what she had pieced together seemed awfully convenient. Yet there was nothing he could do about it now. She was here and he would have to lock his bedroom door tonight just in case she wanted to cut his throat or some shit.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"One night!"

Lisa's lips spread immediately in a relieved smile, not because her pretend desperate self was not to be tossed to the street but because her covert self had scored yet another victory. Jason was no idiot. Lisa knew that he was calculating her story and keeping score. He would not have made it as far as he had in his chosen career if he had been a dummy.

The only reason she was not cuffed to the kitchen table while Jason ran her prints was that she was just so ... damn ... good at this, making men dance around their tongue as it hung below them to the floor. She was a pretty good actress, an even better liar, and -- as Jason had taken notice of already -- built to make men hard.

He warned her about thinking about her next step, and after she assured him that she would, he headed off to the bathroom to take his own shower. Lisa imagined Jason beating off to the fantasy of having her bent over the trunk of his car in the downpour, and smiled at the thought she probably would not have minded that.

"Can I get into the fridge?" she called as he was closing the door. "I haven't eaten since last night."

She used his absence to first raid the fridge of a bottle of water and some sandwich looking thing that was of an ethnic origin she could not identify; and second, to look around his place and see what she could learn about him that had not been in his file. Just as Jason was not, Lisa was not an idiot either. With the inexpensive pricing and availability of smart phone apps for them, anyone could place cameras all about their homes these days, whether for watching the nanny or house keeper or simply monitoring the space's contents in the case of burglary or other intrusion.

Lisa, of course, fell under other intrusion. She knew there was the possibility that right this very instant, Jason was sitting on the edge of the bathtub watching her every movement. So she wandered the apartment with her sandwich and bottle, conspicuously aiming her attention at such things as the painting and posters on the walls, the music collection, the interesting selection of magazines on the coffee table, and other things that a visitor might take notice of.

All the while, of course, Lisa was glancing out of the corners of her eyes for such things as hidden safes, firearms cubby holes, stacks of official files, and other tools of his job. She was very disappointed when she did not find anything of great value, but at the same time she was not surprised. Jason ... was ... no ... idiot.

Lisa had intentionally made her circuit around the apartment in such a way that she was in the bedroom and near enough to the bathroom to hear the running shower. When she heard the water turn off, she stepped over to the door and softly tested the lock, finding it unsecured. She knocked softly, then cracked the door open.

"Jason?" she called, her head back enough to not appear to be peeking but also leaning slowly left and right in an attempt to catch sight of him in the mirror that she had stood before just twenty minutes earlier. "Hey, I was wondering. Do you think I could use your phone to call a friend back home? She won't be able to help me with my situation, but ... she worries about me, and I thought I would at least let her know that I wasn't in a gutter dead somewhere."

 

[musicankane]

Jason was shampooing his hair when he heard her voice calling out to him to ask if she could use the phone. Suddenly she had someone to call, right? He grunted and wiped soap out of his eyes. "Yeah, go ahead." He called back. Again it just served as another hole in her story. She had told him that she had no one to call, when apparently she did. Even if this friend couldn't directly help her, did this friend not have any pull with anyone at home to maybe gather a few bucks to get Lisa a trip back home.

Still it made her story crack. He would have to think on it some more. For now she seemed harmless enough, even naive in a lot of ways. Thought perhaps his vision of her was clouded by her beauty and the fact that his fucking balls hurt with need to get some pussy.

Jason punched the shower wall and grunted, "Get over yourself Steele. She is only nineteen you don't need to be thinking about fucking her tight young ass." Jason glanced up and looked up at the shower head as the water cascaded around him. "I should be focusing on trying to get the truth from her. Not that it will much matter in 24 hours. She'll be gone and I can go back to having blue nuts."

He turned the water off and wrapped his waist in a towel before exiting the bathroom to search for clean shorts to wear.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"Yeah, go ahead," Jayson called.

"Thanks," was all Lisa responded.

Truthfully, she had already retrieved his phone from his dresser, opened the back and popped out the memory chip. She reached into the folded over portion of the towel at her cleavage and slipped out her own phone, which had been supplied to her by her handler because it was the exact same model as Jason's. She popped the back off her phone, too, swapped the chips, and began the process of downloading everything that had been in his phone to hers.

She heard a loud thump, causing her heart to leap in her chest. But there was no sound suggesting that he was emerging from the shower, so she turned her attention back to her intelligence gathering. Then the water did turn off. Lisa was not done. She needed ... oh, at least another six, seven minutes. But she could hear his bear feet on the tile, and she knew she was out of time.

Quickly, she ran into the living room and hid the phones inside the cushions of opposite ends of the couch. Then, she hurried back to the bathroom door just as Jason emerged, a towel wrapped around his waist. Still dressed in her own towel and waiting for her dress and thong to finish drying, Lisa reached up to her breasts, pulled the stuffed corner of the towel loose, and let it fall to the floor at her feet.

With a calm tone that contained a bit of innocence as well, Lisa said, "I would like to thank you for what you are doing for me."

 

[musicankane]

Everything Jason was going to say, going to ask, going to even think went out the window as he stepped out into the living room only to see Lisa standing there naked. And fuck did she look good naked. Her tits were fucking perfect globes with tiny pert nipples on them. Her tummy was flat and her mound was shaved bare leaving puffy lips clear between her legs.

Jason opened his mouth and promptly shut it. Then he gathered enough thought to say. "Lisa this is not something you should do. Hell I shouldn't even do this. I helped you because it is my job to help people. Not to take thanks especially like this." Fuck he felt stupid even saying it.

Still his eyes roamed over her body. Then he shook his head. "I think I know of some people that can help you. Just need to make a phone call." He said, turning back to the bedroom to go get his cell phone.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"Please don't!"

Lisa hurried forward, grasping Jason by the arm. As she did, his towel slipped from his waist and fell to his feet. Lisa looked down to find the man's cock already hardening, despite his determination not to take advantage of the vulnerable girl. She did not hesitate in reaching out and taking the organ into one hand as the other reached upwards, her intent being to slip it behind his neck and, standing on her toes, kiss him while beginning to stroke his stiffening penis.

 

[musicankane]

Jason grabbed Lisa's hand as she reached up to grab onto his neck. The move had been fast, determined as she slipped forward to spin him around. His towel fell and her hand wrapped around his dick. To have her soft sweet fingers curled around his shaft, nearly shattered his entire resolve. his balls tensed and his cock throbbed as it swelled in her grip.

Still he stopped her from kissing him and again opened his mouth to speak. But her hand on his dick made him falter and he sighed, letting his eyes drop down to watch her hand stroke his dick gently.

"You sure about this?" He whispered.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

"You sure about this?"

Oh, Lisa certainly was. She could not have Jason looking for his phone while its memory chip was in hers. He would immediately know this had all been a setup, that she was some sort of agent, that she was a danger, that she needed to be detained and taken into custody...

And Lisa's only option would have been to kill him dead, here and now. She was capable of doing it, of course. She had killed bigger men, armed men, and once even a trio of men who had underestimated the little girl. But if she had wanted to kill Jason, she would have done so in his car, lifting the ink pen that had been resting in the console and sticking it in his neck.

"Yes," she purred, again standing on her tippy toes to attempt a passionate kiss. Down below her right hand -- gripping him lightly, gently -- was slowly stroking his now fully stiffened cock along its full length. She purred, "Please. I need to be wanted."

 

[musicankane]

Her lips felt wonderful against his, eager and yearning as if she needed this more than he did. Jason couldn't imagine what was going through her head, after all she had been through. Running away from home, trusting a guy to take her to New York only to be forced to do something- horrible or be abandoned. Jason wondered how someone could be abandoned like that.

For now Jason only knew that a hot teenager girl was stroking his dick and pressing her tight body against his. Her lips worked against his mouth and her tongue tasted only ever so sweet. Jason's hands reached around to cup her ass and pull her tighter against him.

"I have condoms in the bedroom." He told her, wanting to assure her he was willing to be safe.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Lisa's lips spread wide in a smile the instant she knew they were going to fuck. She backed away from Jason, taking his hand and leading him to the other room. She pushed him toward the bed, telling him, "Lay back. Let me do this."

She found the rubbers in the lamp table as expected, grabbed a handful of them, and set them all out upon the edge of his king sized bed. She smiled as she mounted the mattress, saying, "I hope there're enough of these."

Lisa smiled devilishly, moving to straddle Jason's muscular thighs. She took the corner of the condom wrapper in her teeth and ripped it open. With her gaze never leaving Jason's eyes, she took the condom into her mouth, leaned over his groin, grasped the base of his cock lifting it to stand straight up, then lowered her mouth to its bulbous head. As she toyed with the swollen end of his dick, she slowly unrolled the rubber, over the head, then slowly down the shaft. It was a slow process, but without once lifting her head from him, Lisa worked the condom down Jason's shaft until his entire length was sheathed and deep into her throat.

 

[musicankane]

Jason let her take him to bed. It had been so long since he had gotten any, frankly he just wanted a fuck. He no longer cared about her age or her situation. All he knew or cared about was that she was hot, down to fuck and was somehow putting a condom on his dick with her fucking mouth.

He rolled his head back, "Oh fuck Lisa damn. How did you learn to do that?" He asked, boggled at this nineteen year roles technique.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

She slowly pulled her head back, allowing Jason's long, thick shaft to slide gently from deep in her throat without making her gag. Her hands immediately set to work, not wanting the pleasure to be interrupted: one grasped Jason's balls and ever so gently kneaded them as the other -- into which she spit a wad of saliva -- began stroking his full length from groin to head.

"I lost my virginity at a young age," she said, a sense of regret in her tone. As she moved further up his thighs to give her a better position over his groin, Lisa added, "Once that was done ... doing more ... a lot more just--" She shrugged. "--just wasn't hard."

She lowered her head to Jason's groin and seriously went to work. She was skilled, there was no doubt to that. Despite the man's better than average size, Lisa had no trouble repeatedly taking his shaft into her throat, only gagging slightly three or four times before, thankfully, he began to fill the condom with spurts of his seed.

She grasped him with both hands and lifted her head, stroking him hard and quick to lengthen his orgasm. She studied him with great interest ... just as she had studied his file with great interest since he had been identified by her employers as the man to get close to.

 

[musicankane]

Jason couldn't believe the story that she was spinning him. It seemed like one terrible thing after another, and it started to be unbelievable. Not that it couldn't have happened all to her, it just seemed oddly convenient that she had a sad answer to everything. As much as he wanted to bring things up, he kept his mouth shut. Not only to keep from opening wounds for her in case it was all unfortunately true, but also to keep her sucking his dick.

Jason tilted his head back as she increased her sucking on his shaft. The condom made it feel a little odd for this kind of intense oral, but it had been so long since his dick and had gotten any kind of love, he popped off into the rubber. Blowing his load already into the condom as she took his dick down her throat.

Jason gasped and shivered under her. "Jesus." He panted, sitting up to look at her. "I has been a while for me." He reached down to hook his hands under her arms and lifted up on top of him. "Your turn though, while I recover." He teased with a smile.

He rolled her over quickly and shifted himself down between her legs. With a smile his tongue snaked out and pushed between her lower folds, tasting and feasting at her slick pink.

 

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"Your turn though," Jason told Lisa, "while I recover."

She smiled happily to him, invitingly, watching him drop down her body toward her groin. She was conflicted about what the secret agent was about to do to her. She was not here for her own pleasure; and, truthfully, the only reason she had done what she had just done to him was to keep him from retrieving his phone and discovering her treasonous fraud.

But as Jason's mouth pressed to her pussy and his tongue began toying with her folds and clit, there was little doubt that it felt ... really ... good. Lisa lifted her lower body, making her pleasure point more accessible to him as she purred, "Oh, Jason ... oh ... oh, that feels ... so..."

She reached to the edges of the king sized bed, barely able to reach the edges, and grasped the piping through the sheets. As Jason worked her sensitive folds and button, she pulled hard at the bed and writhed beneath him, rocking with his skilled mouth and digging her heels into the soft surface beneath her.

"Jason ... oh God Jason...!" she moaned out speeding her body's response as her just-discovered lover worked her in an effort to give her the orgasmic delight she had given moments earlier to him. Her moans were quickly mutating to soft cries, then those cries were quickly mutating to slight screams. "Jason...! Oh God! Oh God, I'm ... I'm ... oh my god, I'm...!"

Suddenly, Lisa's body arched high in the middle, her heels digging into the bed as she pressed her pussy hard into Jason's face. She let loose a long, loud cry of ecstasy, the strain in her body pulling loose the fitted sheet with a loud sproing Her head lolled back and forth a few times, and then, slowly, her body began to sink back into the bed, and -- with her chest rising and falling dramatically -- Lisa collapsed to the bed, releasing one last big gush of air in a sigh of deep delight.

"Jason..." she murmured, chuckling with embarrassment. "Oh my God, Jason!"

She began giggling as she grasped desperately for him, pulling him upwards to her. "My god, no one ... oh ... no one's done that to me in ... in a long, long time ... thank you."

She kissed at him frantically, sharp, excited kisses like a young girl might give as she wrapped her legs around Jason's waist and clutched her arms around his back. She giggled again, saying, "I'm usually the one who ... you know ... does the pleasing. Thank you. Thank you for that."

They kissed some more, before she began fighting her way out from under him, laughing. "Oh god, I have to pee so bad!"

She kissed him one last time, then reached for his now unsheathed cock, which during his oral performance he must have inconspicuously stripped of the filled condom. She gripped it for just a quick moment, telling him, "Keep that handy, okay. We aren't done."

She padded into the bathroom, giving him one last excited smile before closing the door. Once alone, her smile immediately faded. I think he bought it, she thought to herself about the orgasm she had faked to get the encounter finished. She turned the water on in the sink and, with the sound providing some cover, opened the second door that led out to the living room. She hurried across the carpeted space to the couch, found each of the phones, swapped out the memory cards, then set Jason's phone on the coffee table in plain view.

Back in the bathroom, Lisa hid her own phone under the sink counter inside the toilet plunger's rubber bulb. She splashed some water on her face, flushed the toilet, and hurried back to the door where she drew a deep breath to calm herself. So far so good, she thought as she opened it to return to Jason ...