Aldona

I was touched when the agent's widow, Jessica Weld, and six year old twin boys, came up to me after the service – I don't know how they knew who I was, but I guess the videos of me and my photo – provided by Jerry – on the front page of the Washington Post probably tipped them off – and thanked me for trying to save their husband/father, and asked me to the reception afterword.

I was reluctant to impose – but Jessica was one of the most intriguing people I had ever met, and her kids seemed really friendly. Jessica wasn't beautiful, didn't have a big rack or six foot long legs; but there was something ethereal – for lack of a better word – about her that really got to me.

I went to the reception and enjoyed myself as much as possible – considering the purpose. I had great talks with Jessica's brother Tom and brother-in-law Bill (her husband's older brother) and subtly pumped them for information about Jessica. She was twenty seven, a big football fan, a school teacher, and loved by everyone who came into contact with her. I played catch with a nerf football (without straining my stitches) in the back yard with her twin boys. I got goodbye hugs from the boys – and Jessica.

Things went really well for me as a result of my saving Aldona and her daughter, and ultimately the two Secret Service agents too. I got four season tickets to Redskins games, a joke (I think) bulletproof vest, a commendation from the President, several civic awards including one that carried a $50,000 stipend with it, and a bonus of $50,00 from Jerry McGuire. Jerry told me that he had dozens of more calls about new business than he ever had in a week before and virtually every potential new client mentioned my situation.

I called up Jessica and asked her if she and the boys wanted to go to a Redskins preseason game with me; see deferred, but her brother Tom and kids were thrilled.

There is only one problem with professional football (and hockey) games these days when you bring kids – drunks in the stands. Of course, there had to be an incident; a drunk guy a row in front of us, who had been making a fool of himself the entire game, pushed a women into the aisle, knocked her down, and then cursed her. Reacting – not thinking about my stitches or that the two kids were there – I grabbed him and cold-cocked him with one punch.

When security arrived it was the strangest thing. No one in the entire section knew how the guy had gotten knocked out. The elderly couple who had put up with his swearing for two quarters told security "I'm sure that he just passed out," which was quickly seconded by everyone around, including the woman who had been pushed into the aisle – his girlfriend (hopefully she was smart enough to become his ex-girlfriend).

One of the security guards recognized me and shook my hand just before he and his associate dragged the groggy drunk out, followed by his girlfriend who mouthed "Thank you" to me. I then got besieged by autograph requests – the first time since my senior year in college – and the twins and their Uncle Tom thought that it was the coolest thing ever. After I took them to dinner and dropped them off Jessica called my cell phone.

"I understand that you had some excitement – I've never seen my kids so animated. They think that you're Batman," she chuckled.

"I...I hope that you're not upset. I'm sorry, I just can't stand by during something like that. I should have controlled myself more."

"You've got nothing to apologize to me about," she chortled. "The only real concern anyone had is if they could go to another game some time."

"Definitely – I will call before the first regular season game."

God, she had a nice voice.

*************

While things went great for me after I left the hospital, they didn't go well for The Ronald. Apparently he bad-mouthed me to the press because I was rude to him – with Aldona right there. The way I heard it she stormed off after he badmouthed me and she didn't even turn around when The Ronald called after her. She even commented to a reporter that caught up to her that "Anything that happened was Ronald's fault because Blake told him not to come to his room."

The Ronald was apparently upset that Aldona took off and didn't return, and with the hostile questions that he got from the reporters about his tirade about how rude I was. He went to dinner at a local restaurant, drank too much for the first time during his campaign, got upset with a black waitress, and called her "a stupid fucking N- word" reducing her to tears (of course all caught on video).

That was too much even for The Ronald to overcome. He resigned and was replaced by John Upton, someone I could actually vote for. I was sorry that I had given Hilda money, but consoled myself that it was the best thing to do at the time. I wrote Upton's campaign a check for $1,000.

I talked to Director Pierson about Agent Weld's financial situation; she gave me as much information as she could considering the privacy laws. I called Jessica's brother Tom and asked him about her financial situation. "It's not bad," he said, "but not good either since their house was at the high end of what they could afford, and Jessica really doesn't want to move."

"If she got an anonymous gift of $25,000, would that help?"

"Hell yes," he said – "but how would she get it?"

"I don't know – just asking," I responded.

I took Jessica's kids and Tom to the first Redskins real game (fortunately there was no incident). Jessica insisted on having me over for dinner afterword, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

Jessica did get $25,000 from a previously unheard of charity. Of course it was from me, but since I'd have to pay gift tax if I gave her the entire amount, I offered to return $12,500 of my bonus to Jerry and he could give it to her. He agreed to combine his $12,500 with mine but refused to accept my return of part of my bonus. However, someone who helped us "anonymously" give it to Jessica screwed up, and she suspected that I was behind it.

I saw Jessica's number on caller ID. "Hi, Blake Break here," I answered in a professional voice.

"I can't accept $25,000 from you, Blake; it's just not right."

"What are you talking about," I replied trying to play dumb.

"You know very well what I'm talking about. I can't take it."

"There are no strings attached – if you don't take it I'll never take the kids to a game again," I replied, trying to sound firm but probably not pulling it off. I hoped that she didn't call my bluff, because I really liked her kids and brother.

"My brother-in-law Bill and his wife are hosting a barbecue on Sunday at 5:00 p.m. Be there and we'll talk about it then. I'll text you the address." Then she hung up.

When I got to the barbecue I was warmly welcomed by everyone except Jessica. Bill pulled me aside. "That was really wonderful of you, Blake – she can use the money to be sure she stays in the house, but she's afraid of what people will think accepting money from you so soon after my brother, her husband, died."

"Look, Bill, I just wanted to help. It was money given to me from a civic organization for the incident where your brother was killed, and I thought it only fair that she share in it – it isn't the entire amount. Please urge her to take it; she wasn't supposed to know the source, and she doesn't have to tell anyone. I really wanted it to be anonymous."

Bill smiled broadly. "Already in the works – me, my wife, and Tom are putting on the full court press—just don't push her yourself."

"I'll steer clear," I chuckled.

I played with all the kids there, ate a ton, had great talks with many of the adults, and had a really fun time until just before things were shutting down Jessica came up to me. "I'm mad at you Blake."

"Look, I'm really sorry – I just wanted to share my good fortune and blunt some of your worries. You have enough on your plate now without worrying about money too."

"You're trying to endear yourself to me, aren't you big guy?" she asked with a smirk.

My response surprised her. "If you're smart enough to figure that out why aren't you smart enough to take the money?"

I smiled, and turned to leave. I looked over my shoulder – she was gobsmacked – and then I said "By the way, your kids are going with me to the Redskins game next Sunday but Tom can't make it – you should think about going in his place."

"Don't I have any say if the kids are going," she yelled after me.

I just waved without looking back.

Bill called me that night. "The entire family is thrilled that you've taken an interest in Jessica and the boys. I hope that you're patient, because she probably won't want a romantic relationship for at least another six months – she feels that she'd dishonor her husband's memory even though – I have to be honest with you about this – they didn't have the best marriage."

"I'm patient," I chuckled, "and also really interested in her. I'll just hang around until the time's right."

"I'd like that," he chortled, then hung up.

Jessica went with me to the game. I saw her and the boys at least weekly. Whenever I could see her, usually using the kids as an excuse, I did. She opened up a little more each time, and obviously enjoyed my company. I knew that she was attracted to me and she was worth the wait. I was completely smitten.

I made up my mind to be patient with Jessica but I was definitely going after her once she was ready.

*************

Even though Jessica was worth the wait I was a horny healthy male under thirty, so my thoughts roamed all over the place; plus – after the well- publicized Aldona incident I really didn't have any trouble getting dates.

I thought back on Aldona fondly, but knew that nothing would come of my interaction with her, not even the dinner she mentioned the last time that we talked.

During the last week of October, close to election time, I got a call from an area code 212 number that I didn't recognize.

"Hi Blake, what are you doing on Halloween – the bewitching night," said this sexy Eastern European-accented voice.

"Aldona?" I asked.

"How did you know," she chuckled.

"Wild guess – say how are you doing?"

We chatted for five or ten minutes like old friends. Then she said "The reason for my call was that I promised to do something nice for you, Blake."

"Yeah, dinner; but it will be expensive," I chuckled.

"Well – actually – I'm going to be in D. C. on Halloween night at the Four Seasons in a suite on the 8th floor. I'd like you to reserve a room that night on a different floor; I'd like to visit you there to talk, say about 8 p. m."

I almost fainted, both because of what she was implying and because all of my blood rushed to my dick.

"Uh...yeah...I'd like that," I mumbled. Remembering back on our earlier conversations I asked "Can you get away OK?"

"No more Secret Service agents and I have arranged how to easily ditch my personal secretary and the stupid bodyguard Ronald wants around me. So no Blake, there will be no problem getting away. But you won't just 'like' it. I promise that you'll love it. Here's my private cellphone number, xxx-xxx-xxxx. Just text me the room number – nothing else – from a burner phone as soon as you get into your room. Can't wait..." Then she ended the call.

I immediately made a reservation at the Four Seasons for Halloween night and told them "Any floor except the 8th," which was no problem. I couldn't believe that this was happening. I thought something would occur to screw it up, or it would turn out to be a cruel joke, or some other weird-ass thing. However, there was no way that I was not going through with it in case it was real.

Since in 2020 the 31st of October was a Saturday, I didn't even have to take the day off work; of course I told no one about what I hoped was going to happen that night. I weightlifted, got a massage, took a nap, and even scored a couple of little blue pills in case all the stars aligned and it turned out to be an all-nighter.

When I checked into the hotel about 7 p. m. after a light dinner, on my recently purchased burner phone I texted Aldona's private number "404," of course my room number. Only a couple of minutes later I got back "8pm."

I was as nervous as I'd ever been. Not only was Aldona by far the hottest woman that I had ever been around, but she was married, and famous. I never had sex with either a married or famous woman before. I did deep breathing exercises just like it was before the college football championship game, and calmed down. There was a knock at the door at 7:58. I couldn't believe it – Aldona was actually standing there when I opened it; and dressed as a sexy witch.

I must have been slack-jawed because she laughed and asked "Are you going to invite me in, or are you scared of witches?"

"Uh...sorry...uh...sure," I stammered, moving aside. Even though there was plenty of room she brushed into contact with me.

"Please take off that hideous mask," she said with a straight face and then laughed her ass off when I became slack-jawed again. "Sorry, I couldn't resist a little Halloween fun," she chuckled.

I offered her a drink. "Just Perrier," she replied with an evil smile. "I want my wits and senses about me."

I gulped.

We sat close to, but not touching each other, while we sipped our French bubbly water. I was shocked to find out how much she knew about me. Some of her comments were "I thought it was so sweet that you gave $25,000 to the widow of Agent Weld;" "Jessica Weld's boys are really cute, aren't they, and they so look up to you;" "You know you couldn't do better with a life mate than Jessica – I hope that you're patient and will wait until she's ready," "I understand that you helped sign up a half dozen more football players for your agency – you must be doing well."

After each of her statements I asked myself "How in the fuck did she know that?" I never asked her, however.

Once we were finished with our Perriers Aldona got this really diabolical look on her face, threw the bottle on the floor, stood up and said "Enough chit-chat. I came here to fuck, not talk." With that she pulled one ribbon on her dress and the whole fucking thing fell off, revealing her consummate body.

I swear that even though she looked different, she looked just as good as she did when she was modelling in those Lithuanian magazines in her twenties. "You're fucking awesome," I blurted out, sure that I was drooling.

"Enough talk – action!" she said as she approached me.

Not only was the woman a stone cold fox, but she was a sexual dynamo. It was only five minutes after she said "action" that we were in a sixty nine on top of the covers of the king size bed in my room. Her pussy was as beautiful as she was – and so fucking sensitive I couldn't believe it.

She seemed to really like to suck my cock since once she started it never left her mouth – except when she was screaming through the orgasm I gave her by fingering her G-spot while tonguing her clit. However, I didn't want to waste a load in her mouth, so when I felt my balls boiling I broke away from her, laid her on her back, put her heels on my shoulders, and buried myself in one thrust as she moaned "Oh fuck, yes," and then started what appeared to me to be cursing in Lithuanian.

God I loved her pussy; and looking down at her beautiful face and bouncing tits I didn't last long. As I jettisoned what seemed like a liter of cum into her while groaning like a butchered hog, she bit my arm to muffle her scream as she shook so hard in orgasm that if I didn't outweigh her by 120 pounds we would have been jettisoned off the bed.

What there was little of that night was talking and sleeping, although there was some of both.

What there was a lot of that night was fucking and sucking.

We fucked in every position that any human except a contortionist could fuck in, including some that I didn't think were possible, especially the one in the shower where I had her lifted up with her facing the wall and me entering her from behind and below her. I took both of the little blue pills I brought with me because after the third orgasm I would have been spent otherwise, and she got me to six – a personal record that I'm sure will never be broken.

Aldona had at least twenty orgasms – I'm surprised that her nervous system didn't short out.

At least she had the wherewithal to set an alarm for 7:00 a. m., before the hotel halls would be crawling with people. We were both half asleep when it went off, with me spooning her and mauling her tits even though I was only semi-conscious.

We took another shower together, but we both were too spent – and my cock and her pussy (and asshole) too sore – to fuck again.

I gave her a robe to wear since she didn't want to put the costume back on. "Keep the costume as a souvenir," she cackled. I didn't object.

She pulled a pair of sunglasses out of a clutch that I didn't even recognize that she had the night before. Just before she put the sunglasses on and slinked out into the hall she kissed me deeply. "Was that a suitable thank you Blake Break?"

"Are you kidding me," I snarled, "I'll never forget this night even if I get dementia. You're a fucking goddess, and a goddess at fucking; a modern day Aphrodite." Then I kissed her again. "I am so happy to have saved you!"

"That wasn't just for saving me – it was for your part in getting Ronald out of the race. I never wanted him to run in the first place."

That shocked me, but the smile on my face wouldn't leave.

"Thank you for a truly wonderful time – you're not the only one who will never forget this night," she said with a smile. After one more kiss she was gone.

I collapsed in bed suddenly noticing that the sheets were wet and stained. Since it was a Sunday I didn't have to worry about working, but I set the alarm for 10:50 (ten minutes before checkout time), curled up in a blanket and fell asleep with visions of Aphrodite/ Aldona dancing through my brain.

One vision replaced that of the Goddess Aldona just before I fell asleep – it was Jessica. Starting that afternoon I was going to do my best to get Jessica in the sack and if she was 1/10th as good in bed as Aldona was, marry her!

Sigh!