by Roger Rapel
They arrived back at Carole-Anne’s apartment; to make it look good they kissed outside before entering. Once inside Carole-Anne swept the apartment as normal, it was all clear. They toasted their night and the meal, then went to bed grappling each other out of their clothes and engaging in their favourite sexual exploits.
Jim set his phone alarm for 5am then cuddled Carole-Anne to sleep. Within a couple of hours the alarm sounded as they rose bleary eyed and looked at each other and laughed, shook their heads and went back to sleep as they cuddled each other, feeling the warmth of each other’s skin. They hugged as they drifted off again, satisfied with the comfort of togetherness.
Carole-Anne was falling head over heels for Jim; he was all she had looked for in a man, good looks, charming with a sense of humour; something she had never found all in one package before. She felt secure wrapped in his long powerful arms, snuggled into his chest. She lay drifting off on a cloud as she calmly thought; I wonder how many women he has been with to get experience like this? He had found sensitive areas on her she never knew she had. No other man had given her the number of orgasms she had had with him. She slowly drifted off in a mist of comfort.
They finally awoke and stretched as Jim reached under the covers tickling her as she giggled at his touch, she turned to him and looked with the look of come take me, I’m ready. Carole-Anne felt her passion growing as she began roving her hands over his chest then began following her hands with her mouth kissing and licking his chest following the hair line to his navel, she looked towards his eyes with a smile that said devilment; her eyes twinkled with desire. Then she took hold of his semi firm member, she took it into her mouth, she worked him with her hands and tongue, then he went rock hard, she loved the taste of him. She could feel his urgency building as he was squirming and tensing, then his hips locked as his breathing shortened, she loved the control she had over him. Then he let go as she took his load feeling the warm salty liquid fill her mouth as she swallowed relishing the taste, she likened it to salty peaches.
She then worked her way up then began breathing into his ear then took his hand placing it between her legs feeling him penetrating her manipulating her G spot as she threw her head back and sighed deeply as she had orgasm after orgasm soaking his hand. She lay back with a satisfied grin as she snuggled into his chest.
They stayed in bed for another hour then got up, showered then went to Maddy’s and had a good cooked breakfast. They decided to take another tour bus; one of the Old town trolley buses. They caught a cab to the bus station and spent the day locked in each other’s arms. Jim had almost forgotten about the surveillance tail; he casually looked around, he caught sight of only one guy; he had spotted him the previous day, but only the one this time. He tried to detect the other guy without looking like he was searching, but he only spotted the one. This gave him a satisfied feeling; perhaps their sightseeing and lateness out of bed was an indicator that their cover of being rekindled lovers was working.
Jim sent a text to Barney saying ‘only one today.’ The reply came ‘okay just go with it.’
The day went quickly as they spent time looking at the tourist areas; these old buses were good as they allowed you with the same ticket to hop on and off as you liked.
The situation seemed so right, he was beginning to get strong feelings for Carole-Anne, his life at home was good, but this American dream was exciting; then he thought of Jackie, with a pang of conscience as he remembered how she had dragged him from the life of unhappiness to one of bliss.
Carole-Anne said ‘what you thinking about Jim?’ ‘Oh nothing just wondering how the case I was dealing with back home is going.’ ‘Hey forget about that; you’re here with me now.’ They both laughed then continued with their day.
Jim then received a call from Barney, ‘Jim you and Carole-Anne fly down to Miami and book into the Grand Beach Hotel get Carole-Anne to book it; you will be there a good week before the subjects arrive so will give you good cover.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
The flight to Miami was straight forward, a direct flight lasting just over 2 1/2 hours, then a short taxi ride to the Grand Beach Hotel. Jim thought this was like a honeymoon and that’s what they would say they were doing, a pre-honeymoon trial. ‘Oh Jim how romantic, and all paid for by Uncle Sam, shhhh!’ as she laughed hugging his arm. Jim smiled as they arrived. The cab driver smiled at them as Jim paid the fare; the driver said ‘hey you guys have a great time.’ Jim smiled as he said ‘thanks, we sure will.’ They booked-in at the reception desk Jim mentioned they were testing out the hotel for their honeymoon. The receptionist looked at them and said, ‘look shhh; don’t tell anyone, I’ll upgrade you for the same price, the room has a sea view.’ Jim and Carole-Anne smiled as they were handed the electronic keys; then made their way to their room. On opening the door Carole-Anne said ‘wow, this is some upgrade, look at it!’ Jim smiled thinking, this is some pad. They pulled back the curtains looking at the clear blue sea of the Atlantic through the full length windows then stepped out onto the balcony. ‘Oh Jim this is wonderful.’
Once they had unpacked they decided to go for a swim in one of the hotel pools. They were right about the sunshine state, it certainly was, it was hot, especially walking outside from the air conditioned hotel. The pool was refreshing, more like a bath than a pool. They swam a few lengths then played games splashing and diving underwater trying to trip each other up, just having fun.
Jim rested by the side as Carole-Anne undertook another length of the pool, when she returned she said ‘oh Jim I can’t believe this is all paid for, this is fantastic.’ Jim smiled as she rested on his shoulder.
The week went by with them sightseeing including a trip to the Keys where they spent a day and night. With lots of sunbathing
They kept on testing each other on how they met and what they had done in Myrtle Beach, so it became second nature and not having to think about it, or worry what the other would say if questioned.
Then Barney called ‘The subjects should be with you tomorrow, so get snapping.’ That was it nothing else. Jim then sat down with Carole-Anne where they went over their legend again and how they met.
The honeymoon so to speak was over this was now going to be full on; now they had to be guarded, although at the same time looking relaxed. Jim checked the room safe and ensured it was secure, he took a fine piece of thread which he placed in the door which would fall out if the door was opened, then he locked it; he made sure Carole-Anne was aware of it as well; showing her where to place the thread if she opened the door for any reason. ‘Look babes we don’t know who we are dealing with, so just in case, we need to ensure we are not in the firing line so to speak, we must make a habit of sweeping the room and checking the safe every day.’ Carole-Anne nodded saying ‘you’re right, darling we must make sure everything fits into the right place.’ She smiled and grabbed hold of him sealing her lips over his as she pushed him back on the bed and took him inside her. He smiled ‘you just raped me.’ Carole-Anne smiled as she threw her arms around him ‘and you loved it, all of it.’ ‘That’s beside the point mam; you just took me, and used me for your own pleasure.’ They both laughed and fell asleep not waking until the early evening.
They went for an evening meal at a nearby steakhouse as they replenished the energy expended with prime steaks. Jim had been keeping a constant lookout for their previous tail; but he was absent; he didn’t know if this was by accident or by Barney’s design, having him whisked away at the airport? Perhaps another option was, they were now being watched by a new more professional team; either way they had to keep up the appearance of being on honeymoon; which wasn’t difficult for him with Carole-Anne. Although he had to sneak away from her to ring Jackie, as she was continually pulling her hair out with worry about his safety. He tried to placate her ensuring her that he was okay. But nothing he said could prevent her from worrying about him; she was also in need of his attention as she was getting frustrated. Jim blessed himself, t
he father son and holy-ghost as he felt a momentary pang of conscience as he looked heavenwards; then returned to Carole-Anne and her charms.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Jim was sat in the lounge reading one of the many American newspapers and magazines when his attention was drawn to the reception desk where he saw three distinctive Columbians all very well dressed in top of the range clothing carrying leather cases which must have cost a fortune. They clicked their fingers as the bell hops ran around them all expecting a good tip for carrying the luggage to their rooms. They went to the lift which whisked them up to the 4th floor. Jim thought this has to be them, it must be; they oozed money.
Jim contacted Carole-Anne ‘hi babes I think the package has arrived from down south.’ ‘Okay, I will meet you soon; I’m going to have my hair done, be back later.’ Jim ordered a coffee and sat reading the paper.
He was not going to show any interest in the party, he knew his assignment which was photos. He also knew with the money these guys had, they could buy information about who was staying at the hotel; they could easily plant bugs having bought access to his room from the cleaners. Most of the cleaning staff looked either Mexican or South American and were probably on the minimum wage or below, so anything extra would be taken without question.
The hotel lounge was busy with new arrivals checking-in; all bringing numerous cases. He couldn’t get over the loudness of some of the Americans; they sounded like they were on some film set, shouting into a megaphone.
Jim decided to go for a swim in one of the many pools; he changed and scribbled a note for Carole-Anne, but knew having been to the hairdressers, there was no way she would join him.
He went into one of the pools and swam enjoying the warm sun and the warmth of the water, although he looked out of place with his gleaming white skin reflecting the sun’s rays. Most of the people on the loungers soaking up the warmth were bronzed, maybe out of a bottle but still bronzed. He then thought he should have done the same, slapped on a fake tan from a bottle.
He went for a swim as he cruised up and down the pool; he took in some of the beauties that were sun worshipping, some really lovely women; he thought he had gone to heaven.
He found a lounger and put more oil on as he lay back and soaked up the rays. He rested back and closed his eyes for ten minutes, when he heard the silence broken by the Columbians speaking Spanish as they grabbed vacant loungers and chatted ten to the dozen. Jim could pick up the odd sentence, but as soon as two of them were talking at the same time he was lost. He gleaned that the meeting was for manana so they could relaja esta tarde y fiesta esta noche. Some ten minutes later Carole-Anne appeared in a wrap-around sarong and pulled up a lounger next to Jim. ‘Hi babe’s hair looks nice when you going back’ he laughed as she slapped his arm. ‘No looks nice they have done a great job.’ ‘Well thank you kind sir.’ She removed her sarong revealing her bikini which emphasized her figure. ‘Wow babes you look gorgeous.’ She sat down as he handed her the oil and watched as she rubbed it in ‘you need a hand with that.’ ‘Only on my back and hands off my butt as well.’
They lay soaking up then rays with Jim trying to half listen to the conversation of the Columbians, then in the end he gave up.
Once half-baked Jim and Carole-Anne retired to their room and showered although Carole-Anne wore a shower cap to protect her hairdo. Jim smiled at her hat as they got ready for dinner. Jim had taken a few snaps with his sun glasses camera of the Columbians so downloaded them and emailed them to Yvonne.
The meal was good as they walked along the beach absorbing the warm evening air blowing off the sea. They hugged as they strolled back to the hotel; the breeze picked up, blowing Carole-Anne’s hair all over the place; she eventually gave up trying to hold it place.
They arrived back at the hotel where Carole-Anne went to the restroom to try and salvage her hair. They had a nightcap at the bar. The lounge seats were comfortable; sitting close to each other they chatted whilst casually checking out the other guests. After a while they both yawned and laughed which was the signal to call it a night.
The staff in the hotel had heard they were a honeymoon couple and they were given knowing nods and smiles.
They entered the room where Carole-Anne gave it a scan, confirming it was okay as they completed their bathroom ritual then went to bed, they were both whacked from the day’s activity so went straight to sleep. Later Jim felt a nudge in his back, ‘Jim you awake? Jim you awake? Bleary eyed he grunted ‘what!?’ ‘Oh Jim I need you now.’ ‘What!’ He turned over to face Carole-Anne, who pulled down the duvet and kissed his chest absorbing his manly scent she slowly kissed her way down allowing him time to respond then went down on him taking his half sleeping member in her mouth and began working her tongue till he went hard. Jim was moaning at the sensation of her lips caressing him as she ran her tongue over the head, she was so good, so, so good, he knew she liked her hair pulled when down on him. He kept her there by gripping her hair, he could feel he was nearly at the point of no return, when all of a sudden she stopped and waited as she smiled at him waiting for him to settle, then sat astride him, she was ready for him as she guided his member into her, then she went for it and shouted ‘yes yes yes’ as she fulfilled her desire, then she kept going till he came inside her. Carole-Anne collapsed on his chest her heavy breathing matching the rise and fall of his. ‘That was nice Jim.’ Jim smiled a contented look as he went back to his disturbed sleep. Carole-Anne just closed her eyes satisfied with the warm feeling of Jim’s chest against her face. This to her was the closest she had ever been to heaven. She floated off on a cloud feeling warm and contented; closing her eyes smiling to herself as she drifted back to sleep.
The morning came as Carole-Anne woke first; she turned the room kettle on and poured the sachets of coffee into each cup and the cartons of long life milk. Then she woke Jim up with a smile and the warm smell of hot coffee. Coffee was slowly sipped. Carole-Anne looked at Jim as she rested on her arm; not saying anything just looking. Jim smiled and said ‘what?’ ‘Nothing, just admiring you and thinking how lucky I am.’ ‘Oh do bugger off’ as he laughed. He then said ‘you raped me again last night.’ Carole-Anne laughed as she slapped his arm ‘and you loved it didn’t you?’ ‘That’s beside the point you raped me, took advantage of me.’ They continued to have fun bantering with each other. When finished their coffee they showered and dressed being mindful of the days ahead and the reason they were there.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
The restaurant was busy with customers so they had to share a table with a couple from Maine who were retired and travelling with the sun. They made small talk with them, they immediately picked up on Jim’s accent, as they talked. Jim noticed the Columbians walk-in they managed to find a vacant table and sat together. It was then that he caught sight of Jones-Smyth entering the restaurant; he nodded to the Columbians and sat an adjacent table. They started talking as he shook hands with the nearest Columbian. Jim pretended to clean his sunglasses and took some pictures for Barney and Yvonne. Carole-Anne had her handbag camera with her, she was also snapping away.
Jim couldn’t believe that this was all that was required of him; surely any agent from the CIA or DEA could have accomplished this, he couldn’t help but think that there was something he was missing, some part of a bigger jig-saw puzzle, but what? No matter how he tried to piece things together nothing made any sense at all. Carole-Anne and Jim went back to the room where they emailed the pictures to Barney and Yvonne. When finished they just looked at each other, as Carole-Anne looked back at Jim with tears in her eyes ‘surely this can’t be it Jim can it?’ ‘I thought the same there must be more to this than meets the eye.’
Jim received a phone call from Yvonne at the same time as Carole-Anne did from Barney. ‘Jim, now we go to phase two, Carole-Anne is being spoken too as we speak.’ ‘Yeah, she has just received a call from Barney.’ ‘Okay Jim, the CIA agent Kowalski is making his way down as we speak, he suspects ther
e has been a leak and he is being set up, so he will be doing loads of checks on people and watching for anything out of place. All we want, is you to snap a couple of pictures of him with the others and then you’re gone, we want him and all the other parties together then we will have enough to start a good conspiracy trial against him and Jones-Smyth. But, be careful Jim there is big money involved which buys people like chocolate.’ ‘What then?’ ‘You fly home. What do you expect a holiday?’ ‘Just asking that’s all.’ Then the phone went dead.
He saw Carole-Anne was still in deep conversation with Barney. Then she came off the phone, and hugged Jim, ‘Oh Jim darling I’m going to miss you, I have fallen so in love with you.’ Jim hugged her as she began to sob heavily into his shoulder soaking his tee shirt.
She then looked at him and kissed him passionately then pushed him back to the bed saying ‘this maybe the last time we can really be together,’ she placed the do not disturb sign outside the door, then all but tore the clothes of Jim, then she made the most of him.
They were just about whacked out from the early morning session which had been so intense. They lay on the bed in each other’s arms with Carole-Anne’s head on his chest as she played with the hairs, listening to his heart beating. Nothing was said, it was a sad time for them both. Jim laid there and then thought of Jackie as he had another pang of conscience, but that soon passed, although he knew he had to call her soon as she would be worried. He knew she would be rampant by the time he got home.
Carole-Anne stirred and suggested going for a swim, Jim nodded then turned over for a sleep. Carole-Anne changed and went to the pool leaving Jim to sleep.
