by Jsavage
Chapter Twelve
He had run down the beach, and had circled back to his car parked down the block out of sight. He opened the door of the older Chevy, and slid behind the wheel. He caught his breath as he put the key into the ignition, then turned. Reluctantly the car came to life. He’d half hoped someone might have stolen it. He never locked it. He had been hoping for a newer car, but this is what they gave him. His thoughts went back to the house as he drove towards home, or what was as close to home as he currently could get. An out of the way past it’s prime hotel room. Even the hookers avoided the place. It’s only saving grace was that it was clean. No bugs! Other than that one might think they were in some fifties B’movie. He half expected to see Joe Friday any day. He now relaxed his grip on the steering wheel. Today had been a failure. He hadn’t found what he had hoped to. Now that he thought about it, they wouldn’t make it that easy for him, or someone to find the material. There were hundreds of places they could have hidden it. It could have been hidden in plain sight on a book shelf, or the coffee table. In any case he hadn’t found it. He also found out someone unknown was also watching the place. This could suggest such materials were there, or they could have just as easily hidden it in some bus locker. He was sure of one thing, his boss wouldn’t be pleased. The push was on, and both he and his boss were getting pressure. Lots of it. He still didn’t know what he was searching for. All they said was that he’d know it when he saw it. He debated contacting his boss tonight. He knew he might strongly suggest that he go back tonight yet. That he knew wouldn’t be wise. He wouldn’t be able to go back for several days just to be safe. Then the most he’d be able to do when he did would be to listen in on any conversations from a beach chair close by. Suddenly his stomach growled. He was hungry. Little wonder, he’d had only some coffee and a donut five hours ago. Perhaps he’d go by the diner. Jane still ought to be on duty. The food was decent, and she might have something else to offer him. It had been awhile. He steered the car in the direction of the diner and disappeared over the hill.
Julie and Jim had made it home just fine. Jim had carried Julie into the house as she slept, and laid her down on her bed. She didn’t make a sound or waken. He thought about making her more comfortable, but decided against it. He simply made sure she rested in the middle of the bed, then left pulling the door partly closed. He was hungry so he made his way to the kitchen. He had parked the car in the garage, and had briefly looked around the house before settling down to fixing something to eat. All seemed alright. He thought he remembered the garage window being open ever so slightly. Now it was closed and locked. Curious he thought. He liked to crack the garage window for some air. Now that he thought about things, he sensed someone had been in the house. He wondered who, and why? The files weren’t in the house. Perhaps someone thought they were. The files were safely tucked away in a safe at the office. Julie and he maintained a small office complete with a secretary, who generally ran the place. She worked only three days a week, when they were in the country, and five days a week when they weren’t. They had to maintain the appearance of working for an import/export company, which they did do on a limited basis. Modern day electronics and computers automated most of the work. Right now both he and Julie were on extended leaves. He expected to be called back to work any day now. Julie had expressed a desire not to go back to work. Things had not been the same since Jim had been shot. Things thought important before, now weren’t.
Jim opened the refrigerator door and looked inside. He wasn’t sure what he was hungry for. The roast beef looked good. Maybe some tomato, a little cheese on rye, and a glass of white wine. It was decided. Jim set about making himself a sandwich. He ate bits and pieces as he prepared the sandwich. He was more hungry than he thought. He made two sandwiches. He turned his back to retrieve a plate from the cupboard. When he turned back one of his sandwiches was gone.
“Julie! Where are you?”he asked.
“Right here! He turned in the direction of her voice, and there she sat in the bench seat off to one side of the kitchen. She was eating one of the sandwiches he had just made. She had also helped herself to his glass of wine.
“Would you like a napkin with that?”
“If you don’t mind,”she replied.
“How’s the sandwich?”
“Good!”she said between bites.“Come sit.” Jim poured himself another glass of wine, and picked up the second sandwich which was resting on a plate, and joined Julie in the bench seat.
“You’d make a good cat burglar.”
“You think so?”
“I didn’t hear you come in, much less see you.”
“You seemed deeply involved in preparing your master piece. I liked that little dance you did.”
“You liked that? I do get involved in my work.”Julie took her foot and rubbed Jim’s leg playfully. Jim’s hand stole under the table and felt her thigh, softly caressing her. Julie felt a pleasant sensation course through her. His hand moved to the inside of her thigh now. He felt how soft the skin was. Julie now tensed under his touch. She was excited by the anticipation. She moved her legs apart slightly welcoming him. His hand found the thick folds of skin between her legs. He discovered she was already wet. He gently probed between the folds. He ran his fingers up and down her. Julie gasped, and her heart rated quickened. He took her small bud between his fingers and played with it. It was marvelous how nature designed things he thought. Julie now gripped the edge of the table with her hands as she came. Jim massaged her own wetness into her.
“Boy, this sandwich is really good,”she said weakly as the pleasure waves were felt. Two of his fingers now probed into her, then out and then in again. Julie felt herself on the verge again, and she came again. Julie’s hand now felt for him. She found the zipper of his pants, and pulled it down carefully. She reached inside for him, and found him. Playfully she tugged then massaged him. He grew in her hand.
“This is really a good sandwich,”remarked Jim. Julie continued her play, as did Jim, when all at once, the plates and sandwiches were pushed aside, along with the two glasses of wine, as Jim took Julie in his two hands and deposited her on the edge of the table. He pushed her dress up, exposing that which he desired. Julie took him in her hand and guided him into her. She kissed him, as he began to thrust in and out of her.
“I guess this qualifies as dessert,”she remarked, feeling her excitement grow.
“I suppose you might say that,”said Jim. They both came together. Time was frozen as they embraced each other. Julie had wrapped her legs around him by now. Jim kicked his pants aside, and carried Julie into her bedroom, letting them both lay side by side on the bed. Jim was still deep within her. They moved as one, and made love well into the evening, when sleep found them both. They didn’t hear the rising storm outside. They were oblivious to anything else. Completely!
Chapter Thirteen
Jake was sitting in his beach chair, with his binoculars in hand. He was keeping watch over the Julie/Jim house. He wasn’t sure who actually owned it. He hadn’t seen any movement so far this morning. It was an over cast and cloudy day on the beach. Jake was wearing a light jacket. The waves were calm. It was early yet. No-one else had been seen on the beach.The Smith’s dog had been let out. He liked to chase the sand crabs. He was now careful not to get too close. One had clamped onto his nose once. That had been a sight to see. One large Golden Retriever with a sand crab attached to his nose. Jake had laughed when he saw it. He had removed the sand crab from the dog’s nose much to it’s relief. This hadn’t stopped him from chasing them. Now he just kept his distance. Jake took a sip of his hot coffee, and pretended to be reading his newspaper. He had reported the break-in. His bosses were concerned. This meant the Chinese were serious about getting the files back. There was no telling what they were prepared to do. There had been several quiet inquiries about their missing two agents. The Chinese weren’t ones to give up easily. Jake enjoyed his coffee black and very strong.
Just then beneath the light covers, Julie awoke. Being without clothes was common place for her. Now was no different. She looked over at Jim. He was laying on his back, and that part of him was quite erect. Julie couldn’t help herself. She envelop him with her mouth and began to suckle on him. She tasted herself on him. He tasted salty. Her act excited her, but she had to stop. Mother nature was calling. She got down from the bed, and made for the bathroom. She sat down on the cold white seat, and relaxed, and spread herself with two fingers. A warm liquid poured from her. AAhh! That feels good she thought. Back in the bedroom Jim was half in and out of a delicious dream. He had been dreaming Julie was pleasuring him, when suddenly she stopped. He turned over and felt himself. He found he was somewhat damp. Most curious he thought now awaking completely. He too felt the call of nature and got up from the bed and made his way to the bathroom, just as Julie was flushing.
“Nice to see you love,”she said kissing him and touching him there.
“Nice seeing you also,”he returned, as he saw her pert nipples and breasts, and the small bit of dark patch between her legs.
“Get out! I have to pee.”
“Can’t I watch?”
“No you can’t. You know I can’t pee with you watching.”
“Spoil sport,”she said as she now walked out of the bathroom, into bedroom. He watched her nice little ass swing back and forth as she walked, then closed the door. Down boy, he said to himself. He stood over the toilet and took himself in hand. He still hadn’t relaxed enough. He calmly waited, then let nature take it’s course. He too said silently, AAhh, as he relieved himself. He took a bit of tissue and dried himself, then pushed the chrome handle down, hearing the toilet flushed he turned around. Pleasantly he felt a warm hand around him. He felt himself grow in size.
“Now can I have some fun?”asked Julie as she pressed herself up against him. He felt the points of her nipples against him. Her hand tugged on him, then he felt her mouth on him. The dream had returned. She moved them over to the velvet dressing bench, and caused him to sit on it. She released him, then straddled him, allowing him to sink deeply in her. He felt himself hit bottom as it were. He was up against her cervix. She kissed him as she gently moved on him. She was enjoying the moment with him. His hands went to her breasts, squeezing them. Suddenly he felt her warmth on him. She held him tightly against him, as she came. He kissed and tasted of her breasts, and another shiver went through her.
“You’re better than coffee,”she remarked once again kissing him.
“You’re not so bad yourself,”he added.“I could get use to this.”He felt her muscles grip him inside. It was marvelous what she was able to do with these muscles. She had learned early how to develop these muscles. She had first used a cucumber to develop the strength of these muscles, then she had practiced on several boy-friends who had greatly enjoyed her talents. Julie now began moving up and down on him, being sure to rub her little bud against him. The sensation was heavenly. Jim this time of day usually was able to last a very long time, but he felt himself tense, as did Julie. She put his hands to her breasts, as she bounced on him. She knew their moment was soon, when she felt his warm flood within her, which caused her warm flood. They both kissed each other and embraced. Time seemed to stand still as they both had pleasure with the other. Just then the light of the early morning sun shone through the window warming them both.
“I could really get use to this,”remarked Jim, looking into her face, softly caressing her face with his hand, then kissing her. Thinking to himself he thought, If this isn’t love, I don’t know what is. He felt her grip him. Could she want more he asked himself looking at her, when he saw the answer to his question in her face. She was still experiencing the pleasure of their union. With his one hand he tweaked her nipple, then rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. She bit her bottom lip and held him tighter. He felt her warmth on him, then the shiver that went through her. He loved bringing pleasure to her. For him this was the purest form of love. He wasn’t sure she felt the same way. It was enough just watching her enjoy the moment. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. He felt the love her eyes were conveying. She once again embraced him, then kissed him warmly.
Back down the beach Jake was still sitting in his beach chair, sipping his now lukewarm coffee. He didn’t like lukewarm coffee. His mind went back to that one day with her. He had been with many women in his lifetime, but she had been different. The one you always fondly remember. The one you are always able to picture in your mind and fantasize about. You remember how she looked down to the smallest of details. She is timeless in your mind. Forever young. Forever yours. This would be how Jake would always remember Julie. He had wanted to repeat that day, but now wasn’t sure if he should. He had a job to do. That was to protect her if he could. Jake tossed the last of the coffee away, and got up from his beach chair, which he now took in hand and headed for his house. Much to his surprise, not far away laid Betty topless on the beach, and wearing a so thin string bikini, that left little to the imagination. She was laying on her stomach. Sweet Ass, he thought. He’d been with Betty before. All sex this one! She knew what she wanted, and went for it. In the two days they had spent together she’d milked him dry. He’d needed several days before he felt himself again. She came with too much baggage. Too many problems. Too many ex-husbands. Three, and all three were well off. Betty got her regular checks each month from them. No kids for some reason. He got the idea she wasn’t able to have them. Since those two days, it had been just polite conversation. Nothing more. He had been tempted like now, but there wasn’t much fun with her. She could be an energy drain. Jake opened the door of his house and walked inside. He locked the door, after putting down the beach chair. No need tempting fate, he thought. He put the binoculars down on the counter, and headed towards the bathroom. He liked coffee, but it always went straight though him. He half looked out the window for Betty. He saw she was gone. She perhaps had taken the hint. He disappeared into the bathroom, and a welcome shower.
Chapter Fourteen
“How are the eggs?”asked Julie standing in front of the stove scrambling herself some eggs. The shorty robe hardly covered her. When she bent over one could see the holy of holies as it were. Jim was enjoying the view while he hungrily ate his breakfast. This was something Julie hardly ever did. Jim usually was the cook in the family.
“You’re a good cook. I don’t know why you don’t do it more often.”
“Because I have you,”Julie returned. Her words reminded her about last year when she almost didn’t have him. It had been such a near thing.
“Can I get some sugar for my coffee?”he asked. Julie turned and walked the short distance between them and kissed him.
“How’s that?”she asked.
“Still not sweet enough.”
“She kissed him again, longer this time. His hand went under the short robe and felt the warm soft roundness of
her behind.
“Don’t mess with the cook,”she remarked, kissing him then returning to her eggs.
“Did you get a chance to view the tapes yet this morning?”she asked.
“Not yet,”he said finishing the last of his breakfast. He slid open a drawer and opened the the small laptop computer, punching in several code words, when it came to life. He now punched in yesterdays date. Then there were the exact pictures of their friendly Chinese spy, complete from start to finish.
“Well, seems we did have company. What’s this? Our neighbor too? Julie’s heart beat quicken.
“I know him,”remarked Jim.
“I think his name is Jake. He lives the other way up the beach. He’s a writer,”she said.
“How do you know that?”
“Teri told me the other day.”Julie’s pulse rate was still racing.
“He works for the agency. I’ve seen his profile.”
“He what?”exclaimed Julie.
“What’s the matter?”asked Jim.
“Nothing,”replied J
ulie.“It’s just all these people suddenly coming into our home. It’s a bit un-nerving.”
“He’s probably here to protect us. As you can see he made sure the intruder was gone then locked the house up. Nothing more. I shouldn’t have left the garage window open. I won’t in the future. Jim was surprised when Julie said our home. He liked this. It meant he meant more to her than she had verbally conveyed. He pulled her close to him and warmly kissed her. He felt her breasts through the thin robe. His hand once again explored her round bottom. She moved her legs slightly allowing him to explore more of her. He found she was wet. He reached over and turned the stove off. He lifted her onto the center island. He undid the belt on her robe, then gently pushed her legs apart. He smiled at her. Her legs were just hanging over the edge of the island. His fingers traced the thick folds of skin, and then his tongue played on her. It danced around her engorged bud, and tasted of her. It had been Jim’s turn earlier this morning, now it was Julie’s. She laid back and let him play on her. Jim had only done this on rare occasions before. Her head swooned with the pleasure she was feeling. Both Jim’s tongue and fingers played on and in her. He now sucked on her little bud and the waves of pleasure shot through her. She gripped him with her thighs. She was on the verge.
