Secret Service Agent Affair

When I was working for a national magazine in Washington, D.C. some years ago, my publisher introduced me to Oliver North and G. Gordon Liddy. Mr. Liddy was famous for his par in the wiretapping role during the Watergate scandal during Richard Nixon's presidency. My publisher took me to lunch at the Liddy home and I found him to be a very interesting man. Mrs. Liddy served tuna fish sandwiches.
Some time later, I received an invitation to attend a cocktail party at the North home in northern Virginia. There were a lot of dignitaries and people there. I tried to mix in and enjoy myself. The food was good at the buffet and the drinks were flowing. As time moved on at the party, I managed to meet a hot looking young blonde wearing a sexy red dress. I had noticed her standing towards the back of the room.
When I got a closer look at her, I recognized her as a Secret Service Agent who had once come to my house the year before to interview me as a former colleague had used me as a reference for a job in national security. At the time, I thought she was very attractive and we had an enjoyable just talking after the interview was open. She was wearing a short skirt and had a great pair of legs that she didn't showing off in my living room. But she was also very professional and I assumed married at the time.
On this occasion, I noticed she was talking to a tall man that I also recognized as a Protective Service Agent whom I had met when he was assigned to former Attorney General John Ashcroft. The Ashcroft's lived a few houses from me on Capitol Hill near the Supreme Court building.
I made my way over to them through the crowd of people. Their conversation had dwindled and both were just standing together looking at the others in the room. I thought this was a good time to talk to them.
I introduced myself and both remembered me. The girl remembered coming to my house and talking to me, but didn't remember the details of the meeting. She did remember how nicely decorated my living room was. Plus after a few seconds, the blonde recalled a framed area in the vestibule that was very distinctive because the original owner of the house had signed his name as "Ch. Fuse, 1848." Each subsequent owner of the house also signed their name to a spot nearby. There were only four others besides my self.
As for the Secret Service Agent, I never did know his name and the name he gave me at the party was a fake one anyway. Just like the guy that initially interviewed me for a job with the Central Intelligence Agency. The name he gave me and was on his business card didn't match the monogram on his dress shirt or brief case.
The Agent said he remember meeting me at the Ashcroft home during a Halloween party. I told him he had a good memory. Then he said, "As I recall, we met before that party. You were the smart ass who lived next door with the camera."
"That was me," I replied. I remembered the encounter with him and a fellow agent after I came out of my house. Walked across the street to the sidewalk. Turned around and took several pictures of my house.
This Agent and another got out of their car parked on that side of the street and approached me. This guy asked: "What are you doing?"
It surprised me. Every one on the block knew the agents were watching the Ashcroft house, both front and back when he was home. Why they should bother me taking photographs of my own home was beyond me. I told them: "Taking pictures of my house obviously, you saw me come out of the house."
"Yeah we did, but do you have an ID?" The other Agent asked.
"Why would I need an ID to come out of my house, take a picture and go back inside?" I asked.
"Just answer the question. Do you have an ID on you?" The Agent asked. I didn't like his attitude or being stopped from doing my own business on a public street.
I took my wallet out and showed them my DC Driver's License. They were satisfied with that. Then one of them asked "Is that a real camera?"
"What business is that of yours? I'm just taking a couple pictures of my own house." I told them.
"We're here on Government business," the one I met at the party originally told me.
"I know. Everyone on the street knows you're here to protect John," I replied. I had known John Ashcroft from the he was a U.S. Senator from Missouri. I always called him John to his face and other times. The Agents were getting on my nerves.
"Besides," I continued. "If 'we' wanted to do anything against John, we wouldn't come out on the street to do it. We'd tunnel under the houses."
That ended the conversation. The two returned to their car very unhappy with me. But I was equally unhappy with them. There was no legitimate reason for them to ask me if I was using a "real camera" or what I was taking pictures of. I was irritated!
But some hours later, I made a gesture to get back in their good graces. I knew from talking to some of their fellow agents during a duty shift change, that some Pursaklar Escort of the Agents would sit in the car behind the house or in front, and read some men's magazines. Apparently Penthouse and Hustler were popular with them. I had a few such magazines gathering dust in the house and took them over to the Agents who had harassed me earlier. I gave them the magazines and their attitude changed. They thanked me for them. I returned to my house and never had another problem with any of the Agents.
Now, here he was at a party. He was wearing the lapel pin of the Secret Service, not the Protective Service. So I congratulated him on his apparent promotion. The guy was being friendly anyway. He soon excused himself to go find his wife. Which was good news to me. He obviously wasn't dating the hot blonde.
Her name was Rachel and she told me my account of the incident with the camera was actually pretty funny. She added that "Some Agents get bored sitting in a car all day and start taking themselves too seriously." I admitted that I thought it was funny too after several months had passed.
We went on to chat about the uniqueness of my house. Having been built in the antebellum period. I told Rachel the former slaves quarters had been converted into a storage building in the back. I added that there were photographs at the Library of Congress showing how the alley had once been the slave quarters for other residents on my street.
I invited Rachel to visit my house again some time if she was interested in see the whole house. Not just the vestibule and living room. Rachel said she would like that some time. It seemed like I was getting some where with her.
I asked Rachel if she would like another drink and she did. I managed to get through the crowd and got her one. Plus another for myself. She and I then engaged in an interesting conversation for quite a while. I asked Rachel if she was on duty or a friend of the North's. Rachel replied that she was on duty of sorts. Doing a little extra moonlighting as security for the party. Rachel implied that she needed the additional income.
I finished my third drink and felt comfortable enough to ask Rachel a question that had been on my mind since seeing her at the party. "So, if it isn't too personal," I inquired. "Where do you keep your weapon? It's not holstered on your back and your skirt is far too short to conceal one there." The mini-skirt was short, but I enjoyed the great view of her legs it offered.
"You're wrong about that one," Rachel replied. "I'd show you, but I might ruin your 'family plans' in the process." I didn't know if she meant the gun might go off accidently if Rachel lifted her skirt and leg to show me. Or if Rachel meant my question wasn't appropriate and she'd 'knee me.' Then she smiled and I knew she was kidding by her last comment. It was up her skirt and between her legs by the way. I found out later.
We seemed to be doing quite well together and Rachel wasn't in a hurry to move on to talk to others. Nor did she mind the continued conversation with me. I was glad of that. I was really interested in learning more about her and asking her out.
Another drink and we were enjoying each other's company more and more. It was getting late and I needed to get going at some point. I asked Rachel if she would like to go out for drinks or dinner with me some time? Rachel told me she would. Then gave me her phone number.
I called the next day and made a date for the following Tuesday. Tuesday worked for her. I knew if she suggested Wednesday instead, that she wasn't that serious about enjoying my company. Wednesday, as every one knew, was "pity night" after all.
Over the following days, I was looking forward to having dinner with Rachel. She was very attractive and I wanted to get to know her better. Actually, what I wanted was to get in her pants. But at the time, I was still a gentleman with fairly honorable intentions.
At the time I had asked Rachel out, I didn't realize that she lived clear out in Chantilly, Virginia. It made for a long drive on Tuesday night. Rush hour going from DC to Northern Virginia starts between two and three o'clock. Then the traffic starts to back up and can be congested, bumper-to-bumper for twenty miles or more. I didn't look forward to getting trapped in that mess.
I left early and traffic wasn't too bad. I had some things that I could do in the Fairfax and Chantilly areas. I went to a used book store that I hadn't been to in ages. After that to the Blue Ridge Arsenal to do some indoor target shooting with my own weapon. I was over due for that. Then I killed some more time before it was time to go pick up Rachel at her apartment.
When I arrived, she was looking very beautiful and again dressed in a sexy short dress. The plan was to have dinner at P.F. Chang's in nearby Fairfax. I had eaten there before and the food was always good.
As expected, it was that Rus Escort night too. Rachel and I tried a variety of dishes and had a multitude of glasses of their excellent plum wine. Afterward, I drove Rachel to the Eleanor Lawrence Park. It was an interesting park created on the grounds of an old Plantation. It also made for a romantic setting. From there, we went to Centreville and to a bar we both knew. Rachel and I had a few more drinks there. Then she suggested going back to her place. I knew what that meant and was delighted!
From kissing inside her doorway to the bedroom, didn't take long. I laid Rachel down on the bed and was holding her close. I began running my fingers through her soft and silky blonde hair. I enjoyed every second of it.
Rachel had her hands on my shoulders. Her eyes closed. We were lost in the joy of our lips touching. Her warm lips pressed tightly against mine.
Soon our mouths parted. They opened and our tongues were reaching out to the other, her body becoming warmer by the minute. Her tongue playing with mine. My hand went from her hair, to her neck. Slowly caressing the smoothness. Rachel's tongue now intertwined with mine. Our breathing became more deep.
I felt the smoothness of her skin as my fingers unbuttoned her dress and touched the exposed flesh of her breasts. I enjoyed every inch of her breasts as they were exposed. Rachel hadn't worn a bra. Her boobs were just as lovely as I had always pictured in my mind. They were perfectly shaped. Her nice nipples were hard.
I cupped both with my firm hands. Feeling how soft Rachel's tits were. I groped them. Caressed each. They were full and firm. I massaged them for a long time. Enjoying the feel of each and listening to Rachel's soft moans.
At length, I continued to take both boobs in my hands and started kissing and licking them. I sucked on both nipples which were now very hard. My hands were squeezing each simultaneously. My tongue roamed over each nipple.
I was teasing them with my teeth very gently. Alternating from licking and sucking. Rachel loved the attention. Her hands placed gently on the back of my head. Pulling my face closer to her breasts. Rachel's fingers running through my hair.
The more we explored each other, the more our passionate became. Going deep through our bodies. Rachel and I were now full of desire for each other. It was a strong and concentrated feeling. One we no longer had control of. Mother Nature's instinct was taking over.
I stopped feeling Rachel's wonderful breasts and returned to her mouth. Our kiss was more passionate than before. More urgent. I returned to cupping her breasts again. Pinching her nipples. Then sucking on each as her nipples rose further into the air. The kissing more intense.
Then Rachel sat up and told me to lie down. I did as instructed knowing that she wanted to blow my dick. Looking forward to her giving my stiff cock some good attention. She got down on her knees besides me. She removed my pant and started massaged my balls and throbbing cock.
Rachel smiled at me. She liked how big and thick my cock was. Her soft fingers ran up and down the length of my shaft. Rachel cupped my balls and began rolling each one with her tongue.
Soon, her wet tongue was working its way from the base of my shaft to the top. She explored every inch of my ever hardening cock. I moved her luxuriant hair away from her face as it dangled from her head. The feel of her hot tongue on my dick was great! I loved it. It was a great blowjob and Rachel was good at it too.
Rachel would slowly stroke my shaft while licking my cockhead. She jacked it good and making circles around it just the way I had her clit. Then Rachel was going down on it. Taking it deep in her mouth. Trying to get all the way to the bottom. It had been my turn to moan with pleasure from Rachel's attention.
Soon, I moved around so my left hand slid down to touch Rachel's waist and then her thigh. She pressed her mouth against mine harder. With more passion. My hand felt the warmth of Rachel's thigh. My right hand held her back. Drawing her closer to me. Soon, my left hand was gently massing her inner thigh. I looked at her beautiful face and her eyes.
I had admired her beauty before, but this time it was different. I was full of desire and Rachel's eyes returned a look of longing. Wanting. At that moment, I knew for sure how much she wanted me. To enjoy each other's body. Giving each other pleasure.
My hand could sense a growing heat coming from her inner thighs. Rachel's soft moans were telling me my touch was turning her on and she wanted more.
My left hand moved from her inner thigh to tenderly caress her breast. Rachel moaned again. The passion, tenderness and love of our kisses dramatically increased. We were rapidly losing control and lust was taking over.
I groped her breasts. Even so, I knew exactly how large and firm her tits were. I had often admired Sincan Escort their shape in the past. Now I wanted to see them and enjoy each one.
One of my hands was sliding from her boob, down her body and coming to a stop between her legs under her dress. I started rubbing her through her panties. I could feel the heat coming from below. Rachel was moaning more.
Soon my hand moved into her panties. My fingers began to slide over her obviously wet panties. The material was sheer and thin. The lower my fingers move across her panties, the more wet they were.
With Rachel kissing my neck and ears, my hands moved inside her panties. Her pubic hair was soft and silky. It was nicely trimmed. I ran my fingers through her hairs. Enjoying the feeling. Then I moved further below and found her pussy lips. She was soaked.
Rachel shivered at that moment. I was definitely in the right place. I played and teased with her lips for a while. My other hand by this time had moved to her lower back and then slid into her panties from behind. Feeling Rachel's nice smooth ass.
My left hand was busy playing with Rachel's nice pussy lips. Flicking them back and forth. Then to touch her clit. Gently rubbing it. Making circles around it with my thumb.
After a while, at last, my fingers moved inside her. Feeling its heat. Wetness. Hearing Rachel moan more loudly. I explored her inner depths with my fingers. She grasped. Then moaned more freely as I gave her more pleasure every minute.
Now it was time to stop fingering her pussy and I went to remove her skirt and then her wet panties. Rachel was anxious to do so and quickly helped me push them down to her knees and I yanked them off of her in a quick movement.
I was eager to taste Rachel. But took my time. Teasing her by moving my hands slowly across her stomach. Down her hips. Thighs. Then across her beautiful pussy again.
Rachel's pubic hair was nicely trimmed. The temperature between us had risen remarkably. The bed's sheets and mattress were very warm. I quickly took off my shirt and was soon nude.
I returned to Rachel. I spread her legs more and moved head down to where my mouth was directly in front of her pussy. I blew some air across her wet lips. Rachel tingled with the unexpected thrill.
I moved closer. My own wet tongue touching her lips. Rubbing them gently. Then licking. I was able to taste her and I liked it.
My tongue moved across Rachel's lips. Then parting them with my fingers, I licked inside her. Tasting more of her juices as they seeped from her pores. It was a sweet taste. It made me hungry for more. My tongue continued to explore inside her.
Then, I withdrew and moved up to lick her clit. By this time, Rachel was gripping her boobs. Moaning more loudly. Her hands squeezing her boobs. Playing with her erect nipples and wanting more of my tongue on her clit.
I gave her exactly what she wanted. My wet tongue circled her clit. Teasing it. Passing over and rubbing against it. I sucked it into my mouth. Making Rachel quiver. She stopped playing with her ample tits and her hands moved to the back of my head.
Rachel pulled my head forward. Wanting me to give her clit more attention. I continued to lick and suck it. Then I inserted two fingers inside her pussy. They moved around to feel how wet she was. Exploring her inside.
Then starting to move slowly up and down inside her pussy. My tongue playing with her clit as I did so. My fingers moving in and out of her. Moving slowly. Then faster.
I finger fucked her good as Rachel moved her legs around my head. Squeezing tightly. I fucked her faster with my fingers. Making her moan out loudly. Her legs tightening more. I was locked in place.
Rachel continued to tighten her legs the more I licked her clit and finger fucked her faster and going deeper. Her pussy started to pulsate and get hotter. Her breathing harder. Then her vagina contracted. It was like her blood pressure rapidly increased.
There were more contractions and her skin flushed. Rachel was squeezing her boobs almost as hard as her legs were on my head. It was too tight for comfort, but I didn't mind.
I knew Rachel was reaching her climax. Soon enough, she was reaching her orgasm. Her back arched. Her hips shook.
Her pussy flooded my mouth and face with her warm juices. I was soon soaked and so was my bed. I eased up on my actions. Giving her a brief pause.
Returning to her clit and fingering her some more. Rachel went into a second orgasm. It was great to feel the event happening around me. How out of control she was. Enjoying the pleasure of the moment.
Slowly Rachel's legs eased up their pressure against my head. I was being released just as her tasty juices had been released all over my face.
She knew when to stop too. Some how she instinctively knew how close I was to losing control and cumming. Rachel also knew it was time for it to be inside her. She wanted it bad.
Rachel took control before I had the chance. She got on top of me. Her legs straddling my hips. Then slowly, she lowered her body down. Positioning my cock inside her pussy lips. It felt so good.
Rachel was so wet that I didn't have to do anything. I simply slid right inside her depths. I felt her pussy gripping my cock.