A Company Man: The CIA , Me Ch. 01

This two-part story again contains some factual elements of my life inter-mixed with fantasy and fiction. As usual, I hope you'll vote early and vote often. I invite e-mail comments on the story and my writing. I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it and remembering some of the events and occasions in the story. As usual, names have been changed to protect the guilty. The break between parts 1 and 2 is about in the middle of the story.

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I was lying on my back watching one of the most beautiful women in the world move seductively above me -- our naked bodies coupled together. Her breasts swayed and swung as we moved into one another. We'd already made love -- for I could see the fluids from our earlier coupling oozing from her pussy into this second session of our lovemaking. I could feel the erotic pleasure as her tight cunt started to spasm around my cock. I reached forward and rubbed her nub -- her clitoris. We both entered our orgasmic states together. She moaned and let out a long, soft "Oooooooooh" of pleasure as she peaked. I grunted my last thrusts into her and then moaned my own satisfaction with the world as I fell back into the soft bed. Finally, she fell on my chest, her long dark hair rolling into the space between our necks as we cuddled together. This was one of my tougher 'assignments' for The Company. What did I do to deserve Katrina?

I was recruited into The Company back in the 1980s. I'd always had a James Bond fantasy so when I was approached I felt like a life-long dream had been realized. Further, the way it was all explained to me didn't make it sound very dangerous - just the right amount of risk to be ego gratifying. I'd do a small delivery task every now and again -- no risk, no bother, but of great service to the country.

At the time I was a management consultant at McKennitt