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Date Posted: Wednesday, October 13, 01:34:45pm
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Lynuslinus
's message, "Whispered Identities - Chapter 129 and forward" on Sunday, August 22, 06:05:27pm
After purchasing bread, cheese, salami and bottled water in the tiny village of Calatayud, Nikita and Michael continued their way west. Nikita felt too keyed up to just sit and watch the passing scenery and therefore elected to keep driving. As the Mercedes whisked onto the bypass road around Burgos, Michael reached over to stroke Nikita’s neck and he began to run his fingers through her hair. She snickered and pulled her head back to rub Michael’s hand.
“You better not get too carried away mister....or I might drive off the road,” she laughed.
“If you spot a pull off, stop and we can have some food...not much of a lunch, I’m afraid.”
“It will do...we can pretend it’s a picnic.”
Nikita tried to concentrate on the road ahead as she felt Michael’s eyes scanned her face and upper body. She glanced at him, inhaling deeply but at the same time felt that all too familiar dull ache in her lower abdomen.
Damn....not now of all times! What the hell is the date? Great timing Nik!
Twenty kilometers out of Burgos, a parking layby appeared. Nikita pulled the Mercedes into the lot and parked near a grove of Spanish fir trees. Michael spread the ‘picnic’ lunch on the hood of the car and handed Nikita a bottle of water. As he cut up pieces of salami and cheese, Nikita broke off chunks from the circular loaf of olive bread. She handed Michael a piece as he offered her cheese and salami. They stood eating in silence, looking over the small park. Nikita scanned the area for a toilet, and upon spotting one, popped her last chunk of salami into her mouth.
“I need to go attend to...ahhh....myself Michael.”
“You okay?”
“Sure....a girl’s just got to attend to certain matters...you know,” She grinned. “....or maybe you don’t know....anyway....” she mumbled.
“What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?”
“Michael! I....okay, here’s the straight goods....I think I’m starting my period - okay!”
Michael looked away quickly. “Oh...sorry....I didn’t mean to....ahhh....”
“.....and while we’re on the subject of female matters....I need to renew my prescription for birth control pills....soon....okay?”
“Ahhhh....why don’t you go do....ah...what you need to....do....” he stammered.
Nikita smiled, reached in the car to grab her handbag and started for the toilets.
Gosh....men really don’t like talking about female bodily functions....not that the topic is particularly romantic.....but I must renew the pill prescription....soon....
When Nikita returned to the car, Michael had packed away the remaining food. He was standing looking out over the forested valley; the temperature was dropping and the air hinted of a cold rain. Nikita tossed her bag onto the passenger seat and walked up to Michael, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her chin on his shoulder. Michael clasped his hands over hers.
“Everything okay....I mean...do you have what you need?”
“Yes, for now....probably a good thing I guess....cause...well, I don’t have another set of birth control pills...maybe I can get the prescription filled in....ah, what’s the next large town...Valladolid?”
“No....you should wait until we make contact in Portugal...you can visit a doctor under a false name and get a new prescription.”
“What! Really? Surely MI-6 wouldn’t track me down by a prescription renewal?”
“We can’t take any chances Nikita....they could be tracking every possible source...and particularly if the prescription is in your own name.”
“True....oh gawd Michael....I’m starting to hate this....being on the run...why can’t we have a....normal life.”
“We never will Nikita...I’ve told you that. And....after you finish your.....ah....well, until you visit a doctor and start your pills...I will use a condom....I should have anyway.”
Nikita smiled and lightly blew air into Michael’s ear, then ran her tongue over the whole ear while reaching down to rub his growing arousal. She whispered. “I prefer you au naturel monsieur.”
Michael removed her hand, pulled and turned away, attempting to hide the obvious affect Nikita was having on him.
Mon dieu....this woman....her openness .....her free spirit.....and she is so beautiful....I have never known a woman like Nikita....she continues to amaze me....and excite me....
Michael pulled Nikita to his body and kissed her passionately while stroking her back and bottom. He felt her pushing against his arousal as he shut his eyes tightly and ground his body against hers. Michael felt his climax wash over him as he clutched Nikita tightly; his breathing coming in short gasps. He pulled away slowly and looked deeply into Nikita’s flashing blue eyes.
“Sorry...I.....you....make me excited Nee-kee-ta....I should not have allowed that to happen.”
“Why not? It’s good to let go of your control Michael....to let me give you pleasure....it gives me pleasure also.”
“We better go....I’ll drive....you rest....once we reach the Portugese border...we will find a place to sleep a few hours...then continue south to Lisbon.”
The Mercedes swung back onto the main highway and as Michael pressed the accelerator, he glanced over at Nikita. She had pushed the seat to recline and sat with her eyes closed, a slight smile on her face. Michael turned the stereo on; a jazz cd played softly. He kept glancing over at Nikita, wanting very much to take her in his arms, to feel her skin, smell her fragrance, taste her - he wanted her again.
Merde! I must stop this....
Michael shook his head and reached for his bottle of water. The Mercedes raced into the growing darkness.
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