| Subject: Whispered Identities - Chapter 244 |
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Date Posted: Saturday, March 04, 08:22:42pm
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's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 237 and forward" on Sunday, October 23, 08:00:17pm
Michael and Nikita’s small plane touched down on a disused runway east of Rennes, France. The plane had been forced to land at a Bordeaux private airstrip when the gauges had indicated there was a problem with the fuel line. The tiny aircraft had been one of Dalton’s secondary machines, used only on short flights. Now as the plane taxied to a stop, Nikita looked over at Michael who sat across from Adrian.
“Well, at least this flying box made it! Tell me again why we didn’t use the chopper, Michael,” she grimaced.
“Like I said, a small plane creates less attention....a helicopter requires more aviation clearance and more red tape.”
Nikita smiled. “Just teasing....I’ll try to convince my stomach though. How are you doing Adrian...bet you wish you hadn’t come now, instead of staying with Download in Comm.”
“Well, the airpockets were somewhat more than anticipated...but we’re here now. Shall I check on ground transport Michael?”
“Yes, please do....Reilly should have his man waiting for us.”
Squeezed under luggage and equipment in a Citroen sedan, Nikita snuggled next to Michael in the back seat. Reilly’s man turned around in the driver’s seat.
“The only accommodation in Pontorson is the Hotel Montgomery....a Best Western ....maybe too visible...Reilly told me to find something discreet....what do you think? We could drive to Avranches where Reilly will be joining us....your decision.”
Michael glanced out the side window as the sun was setting over the Channel. “Yes, proceed to Avranches.”
The Citroen pulled into the driveway of the Hotel Patton in Avranches and immediately, hotel personnel piled their luggage onto a cart and arrangements were made for two connecting rooms. Once settled in, Michael tapped on the adjoining door to Adrian’s room.
“Come in Michael....do you want to make contact with Comm or discuss the next protocol?” questioned Adrian.
Nikita followed Michael into Adrian’s room and sat silently. She could tell something was troubling Michael; he had remained quiet throughout the trip.
Michael stood looking out Adrian’s window. “We should have more secure quarters....not be staying in hotels....I should have made that clear to Reilly.”
“Reilly didn’t have much lead time Michael,” interjected Nikita. “I’m sure when he joins us, he can locate a more secure location.”
Adrian sat studying Michael. “There is something more troubling you Michael....is it the profile for the mission.....I feel we’ve covered most parameters. Until you and Nikita make ingress to the Abbey and locate possible secret chambers, we can only proceed with our current plan.”
“Yes....you are correct Adrian. I just don’t want anyone to underestimate the seriousness of who we are dealing with.” Michael turned and stared directly at Nikita. “Now, perhaps we should order some food to be brought to our rooms...is there a menu somewhere?”
While Adrian called the food order into room service, Nikita returned to their room, slipped off her clothes and entered the shower stall. The hot water felt wonderful on her skin as she lathered shampoo into her hair. As she stood rinsing the soap and luxuriating in the cascading water, she heard a tapping on the shower stall. Squinting through the steam and water she saw Michael’s face appear as in a dream.
“Michael....please join me,” she whispered over the splashing water.
“Our food will be arriving shortly....better not.”
Nikita reached out and grabbed the front of his sweater, pulling his upper torso into the stall. “I think not mister....off with those clothes!”
“Ni-ki-ta....no....I’m getting wet....we need to.....”
“Getting wet is the whole point....” She struggled to pull the sweater over his head; Michael gave in and whipped the now wet sweater away and kicked off his shoes, socks and began loosening his trousers. Nikita attempted to help but only succeeded in getting Michael pants even wetter. She laughed as he shook his head and slid into the shower stall.
“You forgot your underpants Michael....would you like me to help with those?” she teased, her eyes flashing.
“You devil woman....you possess me.”
Nikita sank to her knees and gently pulled off the undershorts, lowering them to Michael’s ankles. Immediately his manhood sprang out in full erection; Nikita gently took his length into her mouth and began to move her tongue and lips over his growing arousal. Michael clutched her head and closed his eyes, fighting for control.
“Ne-Kee-Ta.....please I can’t stop........ahhhhhhhh........” Michael was lost in his climax as his body pulsed, hips thrusting forward. Nikita took him over the edge and slowly removed her mouth and rose to face Michael; the water splashing over their bodies. She grinned, reaching up to run her fingers through Michael hair. “At last you let me love you Michael...you let go of your control....you were mine....just mine.”
Michael said nothing; he pulled her body to his and rocked gently as if swaying to the sounds of unknown music. Soon he could feel his groin tighten, his penis become hard and pressed against Nikita’s abdomen. Michael reached over and turned off the water, whisked open the shower stall and grabbed Nikita around the waist as she slipped her legs around his waist. He strolled into the bedroom, while quickly kicking the adjoining door closed, and deposited Nikita on the bed. She reached up and pulled Michael onto her body, then suddenly flipped him over to his back. Like a cat, she pounced on top of him and slowly lowered herself onto his growing erection. Letting out a squeal of pleasure, she sank onto Michael’s full length; he thrust his body forward, grasping her hips. Nikita threw her head back, breathing deeply, losing herself in the world of his body. Michael could feel the approach of another orgasm; biting his lower lip, he fought to bring Nikita over the edge. However, within the next few seconds, Nikita’s eyes rolled back as her climax ripped through her body for the next several minutes; she shouted out her lust.
Nikita came down from her climax and fell onto Michael’s chest, her breathing labored, her heart pounding. Michael clutched her tightly to his sweat soaked body.
Later, after quickly showering, Michael and Nikita joined Adrian to eat an early dinner. Reilly had contacted them and was in the process of locating a discreet residence from which they could proceed with the mission profile. As they sat eating, Nikita glanced repeated at Michael and smiled secretly; Michael however, remained very quiet, toyed with his food and sipped his wine.
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