Ann: A Love Story Ch. 27

"I'll get the bitch to look!" Tina said as she moved to her knees on the seat and leaned over toward mine.

"What are you doing?"

"I told, you...I'm fishing. Now sit still while I get out the bait!"

"I'm the bait?" I said with a laugh.

"If you're trying to catch a fish, you use a worm. If you're trying to catch a woman, it takes something a little bigger. And you have a nice fat one, stud," she said as she lowered my zipper and quickly fished my cock out of the opening. It was yet another fine example of the benefits of going commando.

As Tina started stroking my cock to full mast, our reluctant voyeur was starting to blush. She wanted to shield her eyes, but she couldn't bring herself to actually bring her hand up all the way. Instead, she brushed her long brown hair from her face, showing her lovely profile. She was very cute, at least from the neck up. Who knew what lied below the quarter panel...I only knew she was facially attractive, and appeared to be my age. She was a young mother in her late twenties...certainly too young to turn into the woman I heard behind us in the park at the top of the mountain. Of course, I had to factor in the protective mother angle, but Tina was right. There had to be a spark in there somewhere.

My cock was erect and throbbing. Perhaps some remnants of Martina's magic sauce were still in effect, because it felt huge; bigger than normal. The wind rushing over it added a new element; another feeling I'd yet to experience in my life. I glanced down and was startled by the deep shade of purple it was, a look accented by Tina gripping the base of my shaft and balls as tightly as she could.

"She's staring, James. She's hooked."

I started to look, but Tina warned me. "Don't. You might scare her. Let me reel her in."

The angler references were a bit crude, but I got her point. I just held onto the steering wheel and stared at the road, testing my own willpower as I forced myself not to look. I could feel my neck twitching along with my prick. It's amazing how difficult something so simple can become when you're told 'not' to do it.

Tina held my cock in her right hand while she used the fingers of her left to spread my pre-cum around the head. I was generating a generous amount, and she was sure to show our highway guest. Tina teased me for a little bit, before smiling and licking her lips.

"Show time," she said as she lowered her head to my cock, taking the head between her lips. I instinctively tangled my right hand in her strands of hair, holding on as she sucked more and more of my cock deep into her mouth. She blew me for a minute or two and then pulled up off of me to show my saliva-covered prick shining in the sunlight.

"Slow up and pull to the other side of the van," she almost demanded.

"What other side? It's a two lane road, Pussy!"

"Just get in the other lane. He'll do the rest. Trust me."

Sure enough, as soon as I tapped the brakes and pulled in behind him, he slipped into the right lane and let me drive up on his side. Now I knew what Tina had in mind. She resumed sucking my cock, and with her being on her knees on her seat, she exposed her ass and cunt to them. It was inspired, and I almost wished I could see her from their vantage point.

"Is he looking?" Tina asked as she licked at my shaft.

"They both are," I replied, turning for a moment to see not only the dad glaring, but the mom craning her neck to see past him. In just a few minutes, she had totally forgotten her objections to Tina and my behavior, and had transformed instead into an interested voyeur.

"Okay, James...pull in front of them. Time to see if we can have a little more fun."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just trust me. And remember, whatever happens is all a part of the mission."

"Sure. Whatever you say," I said sarcastically.

I pulled in front again, and maintained a steady speed just in front of the van. Tina leaned over the back seat, exposing her tits to our tailgaters. In her box of paraphernalia that Ann had sent were all the papers. Pulling the box to the front seat, Tina grabbed some sheets of paper out of the packet, and then she took a magic marker out of her purse. Scribbling quickly, Tina wrote a note and held it up to the van. I looked in the rear view mirror, and saw the couple talking, and finally the woman nodded. That was followed by a honk of their horn.

"Holy shit!" Tina said out loud, and she laughed and started another note. She threw the first one in my lap, and I saw she had written 'Want 2 have some fun? Honk!'

"Holy shit!" I said, thinking about the implications of what just happened, and wondering what Tina was writing at the moment. She held up another sign, which was followed by another blast of their horn. Tina giggled and went to work on the next sign, while that one was laid in my lap. It asked 'Do U live nearby?' The fact that they honked the horn and nodded gave us the affirmative answer, which was interesting, since we were less than twenty minutes from the hotel at that point.

As I finished reading that note, another honk made me look up. The driver was smiling. His wife had a nervous look on her face, but also a hint of anticipation. She was also stealing looks into the back seat, checking on her children. Tina threw the latest note onto my lap, and scribbled out another. 'Can U get a sitter 2 nite?' was written on the note she handed me.

Another single blow of their horn preceded the note that Tina handed to me. I was getting their answers before I knew the questions, which was a little backwards. That note asked them, 'R U willing to play?' and since they honked once, Tina followed that up with a note to make sure there were no illusions as to what she was referring to. It said, 'play means fuck', which I found oddly exciting.

Tina actually showed me that sign first, and winked as she turned to hold it up. The horn blew quickly, one time. There was some talking going back and forth between the couple. It wasn't heated like before, but it was intense. Tina watched for a moment, and then scribbled one more note. She showed it to me first again, so I could share the anticipation with her. It simple asked if they were 'Still interested?'

There was a long pause as I watched them in the mirror. The husband looked at his wife, but she stared straight ahead through the windshield at Tina. She turned to look at her at kids one more time, before she looked at her husband. I could see she was biting her lower lip nervously, as we hurtled down the mountain towards the rolling foothills. She was back to staring at the two of us driving in front of them. Tina sat up high in her seat, fondling her tits as she smiled at the two of them. I think she was as nervous as the woman in the van was as we waited for their answer.

After at least a mile, I watched the woman, a wife and mother, as she leaned over and pressed the button on the steering wheel, honking the horn one time. The husband looked at her, and I could tell he asked if she was sure. She just nodded and smiled. Tina was clapping giddily like a schoolgirl as she hopped up and down on her knees. Briskly writing another note, she held it up and waited for an answer. When the horn honked, she gave them the thumbs up sign and turned around in her seat.

"Let's go James. I need a drink," Tina said as she grabbed her holster and strapped it onto her thigh.

"What did the last note say?" I asked, almost impatiently.

Tina handed it to me as she started working her dress up her shapely legs. "Here, stud. Read it for yourself."

I smiled. It said, 'Sheraton. 6PM. Go 2 desk. Ask for 007.' Once I read it, I also was concerned.

"Are you sure about all of this?" I asked.

"Why? Aren't you?"

"Well, it just seems to me that we're moving outside the scope of the mission. We've accomplished what we were supposed to do. I'm not sure what she'll..."

"What's gotten into you, James? It's not like you to pass up an opportunity to take an attractive young woman to bed. And you're fucking up my 'end of the mission' sex too."

"I thought that's what we'd do together."

"We have lots of time left James. What's the matter? Worried about not having enough bullets in your gun?" "Hardly. Just concerned that there may be an issue with M, or worse, Moneypenny. You know how they are when I don't check in with them first."

"Here," Tina said, turning paper that the last message was written on.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Let me read it to you," she said, taking it back from me.

"Dear Miss Galore, MI6 would like to personally thank you for your sacrifices to ensure this mission is a success. We understand the demands and danger that come with being an agent. The physical and emotional toll that it can have on one's body and mind can be overwhelming. We also understand the nature of the job you did for us, and respect the risks you have taken to work under our man Bond. Upon the completion of the mission in West Virginia, Bond was to be placed on 'Holiday' status, and therefore, would have been officially off duty. Instead, he is being assigned to you for the duration of the weekend. Please take it upon yourself to arrange and indulge in whatever pleasures that you see fit and include him in your plans. Part of being a 00 agent is being on the edge of danger at all times. The job requires a mindset that you must take charge. A testimony of this is Bond's stubbornness, and his not always following my orders. It also means that it is difficult to get 00's to relax and just enjoy. Perhaps with your feminine wiles, you can find a way to make him do as you wish. Consider it a follow up mission on behalf of the British Government. Good luck in your new challenge, and enjoy. Signed M."

Tina handed me back the letter, and said, "You're off duty, according to your boss. And, now I'm in charge. You have a 'get out of jail free' card for the rest of the weekend, James. So what do you say?"

I thought about Ann's latest letter, which was sitting on my lap again. She must have had her reasons, and I was tired of worrying about my fucking other women, and whether it was the right thing to do or not. Ann wasn't my ex. I knew that. And while I still had the occasional pang of guilt, thinking I was actually slipping down the same slippery slope as what I insisted I would never do...I had Ann's blessing. That made it different. And I loved her for it all the more. It was like she was saying, 'If you love him, set him free, and he'll always be there.' And I would. No matter what, I loved Ann...and I knew that was never going to change no matter how our relationship evolved.

It made me wonder if I could have done that with the ex and made it work. But the answer came quickly. The ex was a manipulative, conniving bitch. It wasn't that she wanted to have sex with other people. It was that she needed to do it behind my back, like she did to her first husband. That was what thrilled her...the thought of betrayal; the thought of sneaking around.

I knew that wasn't Ann. And it wasn't me. And it wasn't going to be like that with us, because we were talking about it. In fact, I knew that the next time I spoke with Ann, it would be a sexually charged conversation, because she would be looking for explicit details of what happened on the trip. That made me smile inside and I realized that Tina was about to provide me just one more tale to tell.

So, I answered Tina's question, saying, "Do you think they understood the note?"

"What do you mean?" Tina said as she pulled the top of her dress over her tits, much to my disappointment.

"They won't end up in room seven, will they?"

"There is no room seven, James. And I'm sure that Tammy will direct them where we want them to go."

I wondered where exactly that might be.