A Long Time from Home Ch. 30

"Yes!" She grunted and growled with lust, when I carefully inserted my two middle fingers in her ass. Her body tensed for a heartbeat and then she started to ride my cock and fingers like a wild woman, slapping her ass down on my lap before bouncing up to rapidly repeat the process.

It felt fantastic and I had focus on her pleasure for a while to avoid coming too soon. Then she took hold of my head, forcing it gently away from her breasts and kissed passionately, still bouncing up and down.

Suddenly, she broke the kiss and started a rocking motion, griding her clitoris against my skin and she groaned. "Too good. I'm coming."

Two strokes more and then she did exactly that, screaming as she pressed against me, her pussy massaging and caressing my cock as waves of pleasure ran through her.

The pace slowed down, and Sofia pulled me close, crushing her tits against me, as we went back to kissing. Her body still shaking and shuddering from the orgasm.

Sofia broke the kiss, mumbling "Thank you... That was so good."

"Oh yeah." I agreed, caressing her slightly sweaty back. "You almost made me come."

That made her lift her head to look at me and asked in a tone of voice that sounded slightly offended. "Only almost?"

Flexing the muscles in my groin, I made my still hard dick move inside her, making her shiver and moan. "Well, I figured that you would want more than one orgasm."

She sent me a dazzling smile. "You guessed right. Let's go to the bedroom. I want to have some lube this time."

Without waiting for a reply, she lifted herself of my cock, swung a leg over me and walked towards a door. Having no idea what 'lube' was, I just followed the tempting ass.

When she entered the bedroom, Sofia took a bottle from a drawer and squeezed a generous amount of it into her hand as she turned towards me with a smile. "Come here."

Returning the smile, I walked over to her. She was still smiling when she kissed me long and deep, while she rubbed it onto my condom covered cock.

As it turned out, 'lube' was some sort of slippery oil, that would help during sex. Not exactly a new invention as it was known even in ancient times, but unlike the oils of ancient times, which had needed to be heated a little, the modern version was cold and slick at the same time, instead of being warm.

Then she reached behind her back and used what little was left on her hands to lubricate herself, before she broke the kiss and turned around to lean on the bed, presenting her ass to. Looking back over my shoulder with a lusty smile, she said. "I want you... now."

Moving a bit forward, I rubbed my cock between her ass cheeks, spreading the slick lube and enjoying the feel of my cockhead passing right over her tiny little hole. Sofia gasped and pressed back against me, succeeding in making the very tip of my cock to enter her ass.

"Uhhh." She hissed and wriggled her hips a little, causing my dick to enter her tight hole even further, which made her shiver. "More!"

With a slight smile, I took hold of her hips and pressed a little more inside, causing her to moan.

I don't know if it was the position we were in, but even with the lube, she felt tighter than she had done last time and getting my dick inside was a slow process, stroking in and out, adding a little more each time, while she was moaning and groaning all the while.

I was taking my time, enjoying the feel of her tightness around me, when Sofia suddenly pressed back as I was moving forward, forcing my dick to enter her completely.

"Fuuuuuuuck!" She breathed in English and arched her back up to kiss me.

I kissed her back and started to fuck her for real, building up a steady rhythm, taking long thrusts in and out of her lubricated ass, while she in turn played with her clitoris.

I could feel the orgasm start to build inside her, so I let go of her hips and moved my hands to her generous breasts instead, fondling and squeezing them as I caught the stiff hard nipple between two fingers. I also sensed that she wanted to go faster and harder, so I did that, ponding her for real, our bodies smacking against one another with wet slapping sounds.

With a howl, Sofia started to come, but quickly muffled the sound with a hand, which in no way made her other hand stop it ferocious play with her clitoris. The feel of my cock in her ass had been fantastic to start with, but as she came closer to orgasm is got even better, as her ass grabbed and squeezed my dick, milking it as small tremors ran through her body.

Then she came with an intensity that shook her whole body, as her juices gushing down her legs, and she squealed into her hand. Her ass tightening and pulsing around my dick, adding to my pleasure.

At that point, I lost most of my self-control and instead of slowing down, I just continued in the same speed as before, fondling her breasts, while driving my dick in and out of her clenching ass, her muffled squeals of pleasure urging me on.

It didn't take long before I could feel my own orgasm approaching and thankfully, Sofia wasn't far behind, her squeals becoming throatier as she neared another climax, the pleasure in my cock surging as she tightened around me.

" Siiiiiiiii! She screamed into her hand as her body shook with yet another orgasm. Her ass squeezed my cock tightly, sending me over the edge to release my load into the condom. The her legs collapsed under her, making her fall on the bed, breathing hard and with her body twisting as the aftershocks of the orgasm ran through her.

Breathing just as hard, I let myself fall on the bed next to her and just lay there for a while, panting and sweaty.

"That was wild." Sofia finally said with a little giggle as she turned her head to look at me.

I nodded in agreement. "Yes, but it was really good."

"Oh, yes." She let her eyes run over my body. "I think we could both use a shower." She laughed shortly. "In a while when we have caught our breath."

"Sounds like a plan."

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After a delightful shower, Sofia needed to go visit some friends, so I walked to the hotel's dining room to get some food. That turned out to be a bad move because the food was mediocre at best and a little voice in my head kept telling me that both Alice and Karen could have done it better blindfolded, which again reminded of the evening where Karen was blindfolded and how much fun it had been.

Luckily, Julian came into the dining room about halfway through the meal, so I stood up and walked over to him.

"Hey... new outfit? How's the grub?" He greeted.

"Yeah, I went shopping.... How's the what?"

"The food." He explained with a patient look on his face.

"Terrible." I said with a chuckle. "Let's find a restaurant."

"That bad?"

"Yes."

"Okay... we're out of here." He said as he turned around. "I know a nice little place further down the road."

The nice little place turned out to be exactly that: A small family restaurant named Maria's that served excellent food at low prices and from the amount of people around us that talked Spanish, I guessed that it was mostly locals in the restaurant.

Julian knew the waitress and got us a table for two along a wall, where we could talk in reasonable privacy.

"So, did you come up with a solution for the problem with Mr. Smith?" I asked halfway through the fish course.

"Not really." Julian said with his mouth full of food. "He's fucking smart, he doesn't gamble, doesn't drink too much, or do drugs, and as he uses money wisely, they will last a long time. No over-expensive cars or huge houses for Mr. Smith. I mean he has a nice house, but it's not really a luxury villa."

"Where does he have all that money from?"

"Oh... he skimmed about forty million dollars from the companies that he was working for and they recovered only about a million, when they discovered the fraud, so he must have hidden the rest somewhere... and been fucking good about it, because nobody can find it."

"Except him obviously." I said with a smile.

Julian barked a short laugh. "Yeah."

"So, he can't be lured with money." I stated. "How about women... or men for that matter?"

"As far as I can see, he had the same woman all the time I've been here, and she rarely leaves the house. When she does, she has the maid along with her." Julian placed the cutlery on the plate and drank some beer before he continued. "He was smart enough to use some money to install a state-of-the-art security system in his house and he rarely goes anywhere, since his maid do all the shopping."

I drank some of my wine. "He must be bored to tears in there."

Julian shook his head. "Not really. He's kinda nerdy... as long as he has an internet connection, food, coffee and get laid regularly, he's as happy as a pig in mud."

I was silent again, since I had to call up the knowledge I had gotten from Alice, before I understood what the 'internet connection' he was talking about was, which again caused me to think about the women.

Julian snapped his fingers in front of my face. "Hey, wake up... What's up with you? You space out a lot."

I shook my head to clear it. "Sorry, I was thinking about the women I told you about. They're leaving soon."

"Along with your passport?"

I sighed. No matter what I did, Julian would eventually discover that I didn't have a real passport and didn't have a clue about how many things in the world worked.

"Hmm... I haven't been completely truthful regarding that." I said slowly and proceeded with giving him the same explanation that I had given the girls, amnesia, and all. Since I needed to explain both the money and the passport, I added that I had found it along with my stuff and that I suspected that it was a fake passport.

Though his eyebrows kept creeping higher and higher on his forehead as the story went on, Julian listened patiently until I was finished and then said, "And your real name is Jason Bourne?"

I looked at him in complete surprise. "Who is Jason Bourne?"

"You don't know?" He asked as he studied me.

I shook my head. "Never met the guy."

That caused him to laugh. "You couldn't. It's a guy from a book called 'The Bourne Identity'... I think they're making it into a film now... and what you just told me reminds me a lot about it."

"Do tell." I said with another sigh.

"Not much to tell." He said with a smile. "It about a guy who have lost his memory, but not his skills, and he turns out to be an outstanding secret agent, with extremely good combat skills." He shrugged. "The similarities just struck me."

"And made my story sound like something I made up."

"Yeah." Julian said, "But how come that you haven't walked to the police and told them the story?"

"Because I have a feeling that going to the police would be a bad idea." I said with a shrug and took a sip of my red wine. "It's not something that I can explain, but if I can avoid it in any way, I will... especially since I do remember that my family was killed, so it's not like somebody is waiting for me somewhere."

He drank some wine, while studying me for a few heartbeats. "You said that you come from Croatia, right?"

"That's what the passport says." I answered.

"Well, that explains the accent." He said slowly. "I don't know how you lost your memory, but I don't think that you're a criminal on the run. I can usually spot them, and you don't strike me as one."

"That's a comfort." I said with a smile.

"Yeah... As far as I know, amnesia doesn't change one's personality and while you come across as a nice guy, I think that you can be one mean son-of-a-bitch when you chose to... and that fine with me, 'coz that description pretty much fits every friend I ever had and most persons I've worked with." He grinned a bit. "Then again, a lot of my friends are former military and clearly you have some kind of combat training and experience... 'coz you don't think twice about going into combat, you know what you're doing, and you don't mind knocking people out or breaking a few bones." Julian leaned a bit forward and lowered his voice somewhat. "I think you're a former Croatian soldier and that you were active in the war there."

I sat still for a moment, thinking it over. I had gotten some information about the civil war from Natasha's mind, but as she had spent most of the time in a peaceful city, her knowledge about the actual fighting had been limited. "It's sort of ring a bell, but nothing comes to mind."

"Shitfire... your memory really is screwed up." Julian said with a sigh. "Well, I don't know a lot about it, but as part of the breakup of Yugoslavia, Croatia fought a war for independence and won. That war ended five years ago, but others are still going on and it's an ugly war with lots of attacks of the civilian population, so many people have fled from the area." He paused to think, before he continued. "That brings me to your passport. It might have another last name on it, than the one you remember as yours, but it might still be your passport as lot of people got new names to avoid being killed for belonging to the 'wrong' group." He thought for a moment. "A year ago, I hunted a criminal in the states, who turned out to be a refugee from the same war and trying to find his real name was freaking impossible." He shrugged. "I found him anyway, but the point is that your passport might be real... and on the other hand, if it's a fake it's gonna be almost impossible to detect, since a lot of the records was destroyed in the war."

That was good news and I smiled as I emptied the glass. "Thanks for the info."

"No problem." Said Julian and went silent as the waiter came along to remove our plates, but as soon as the waiter walked away, he asked, "So do you want to stay here in Spain or what? I can recommend USA, if you wanna move."

"I don't know much about that country." I said truthfully. "But do tell."

Julian used the desert and the coffee to explain how great a county USA was, how good the people was, the diversity of cultures and food and the excellence of their... well... everything.

I tried not to smile. To me, Julian sounded like an excited Roman explaining the glory and achievements of Rome.

Finally, I held up a hand to stop him. "Relax... I got it... USA is great... but unless I'm mistaken it got to be difficult to get citizenship there."

Julian coughed "Yeah... that might be a problem. It takes a lot to get approved."

I nodded. Exactly like the Roman Empire.

"So where is the easiest place to get a legal passport? Just in case 'mine' turns out to be a fake."

"Hmm... My guess would be Saint Kitts and Nevis, which is a small island nation in the Caribbean." He said after a slight pause. "But that cost a huge amount of money, since you must buy a house there as part of the deal... Somewhere between two hundred thousand and four hundred thousand US dollars. " He paused briefly. "Another guess would be Brazil, but I don't know what it takes on top of my head... The biggest problem you have is that most places need a birth certificate, and you don't have one."

The knowledge from the women told me where Brazil was, but not Saint Kitts and Nevis. However, that problem could be solved by looking it up in the atlas.

"I'll figure something out." I finished my tea. "... and getting Mr. Smith on that boat is actually a funnier problem, than me finding another place to live."

"Damn it! You had to remind me of it." Julian said with a grin. "I had happily forgotten all about it... hmm... Let's go grab a beer somewhere and talk about it."

I agreed with a slight shake of my head. It seemed like Julian always connected thinking or planning with beer, which in my experience was a bad idea. On the other hand, he did have a lot of experience in the Bounty Hunter field, so it had to work for him.

The 'somewhere' he had been thinking about turned out to be a place called Morrisey's and as we walked inside, I discovered that the style of the place was different from anything else I had seen before. The interior made of wood and the whole place was kept in deep brown and green colours.

The place was filled with people, who were drinking and singing along to some music. To my surprise the music they were singing along to, did not come from some electronic devise but from actual living people: Four musicians were sitting with their instruments on chairs on a small scene, singing and playing music, that was a completely different style from most other music, I had heard so far. Strangely, the musicians sang in accented English and not in Spanish.

Julian smiled happily and leaned close to me, so he didn't have to shout. "Saturday is live music day.... Followed by karaoke... This is gonna be fun."

I smiled and nodded. Not that I had any clue about what karaoke was, but the whole place had a festive mood to it and the people had such a good time, that there even was some free positive energy in the room. That was usually a sign of the start of a fun evening.

While the band sang a song about a fishmonger named Molly Malone, Julian found us a place by the wooden bar and ordered some beer.

The beer arrived as the woman in the song died and turned into a ghost, that still sold fish.

Chuckling, I shook my head when the crowd continued to sing merrily along on the chorus and the mood didn't seem to change on bit. I took the beer that Julian handed me. "What is this place?"

"What?"

"I don't remember ever hearing music like this."

"Oh yeah... forgot about that..." He said with a grin. "This is an Irish pub with Irish music."

"Clearly, it's very popular. "

He nodded and I drank some of the dark beer and while it was different from other beers I have had, it was very good.

After a thunderous applause, the band started a new song, this one about a Spanish lady, who apparently was lovely and the only Spanish woman in a city called Dublin.

Julian poked me in the side with an elbow as he leaned closer. "Look over by the column... That's Mr. Smith."

I looked in the direction he indicated.

An ordinary looking guy with brown hair and glasses was leaning against a wooden column, nodding slightly to the rhythm of the music. My eyes returned to Julian. "You knew he would be here."

He nodded with a smile. "Guilty as charged. Mr. Smith's only weakness is that he loves Irish pubs and music... especially live music and karaoke."

I turned towards the bar again, so I didn't stare and drank some more beer before asking. "Was that the way you have been planning to lure him?"

Julian nodded again. "Yeah. There's gonna be an Irish party on Wave Dancer ... I just need to find a way to invite him that doesn't make him suspicious and then I'll need to make sure that he shows up."

Looking into the beer, I thought about Julian's problem. If Mr. Smith received an invitation for no obvious reasons, he wouldn't show up if he were as intelligent as Julian said, However, he needed to be invited for Julian's plan to work, so the trick would be to come up with a valid reason.

Possibilities flashed through my mind and while most was discarded one remained as Julian once more snapped his fingers in front of my face. "You're spacing out again."

"It's called thinking... you might want to try it sometime." I informed him with a smile. "And I might have the solution to your problem about the invitation."

"Do tell."

"Invite the whole bar. Each and every person that are in here now." I said, "That way, he's not singled out."

Julian looked around in the bar and then back at me. "You know... that's so simple, that it might fucking work... and if we get the names of everybody, we can send him an invitation later, making it even more tempting."

"What do you mean 'we'?" I asked with a grin. "It's your job."

"Point." He said with a smile as he slipped of the barstool. "I'll go talk with some people and get it organized."