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Nate gently pulled her chin toward him with his thumb. "You can never ruin something by being honest," he offered softly, and then kissed her.
Martha kissed him back with purpose, and wrapped her arms around his head. "You are one warped motherfucker," she smiled.
"You know," Nate mused, "you've called me that before. Seeing that you're a mother, that would make you the ..."
"Shut up!" she smiled and kissed him. "Take me out and buy me some really expensive dessert."
"Clothing optional?" he smiled.
"Boundaries," she wagged her finger back at him as she climbed off the bed and fished out her black backless dress from her suitcase.
- - -
Martha awoke Sunday morning in a disorienting fog. Finally she recognized the lavish décor of the Prince hotel, and she remembered where she was. She looked beside her, and Nate was not there. She got up and padded naked to the bathroom. He wasn't there either. She started to panic. Did he abandon her here? No, he promised her he wouldn't do that.
Back in the bedroom, his suitcase was still here, and his trousers with his wallet and keys. What could he be wearing? And then she realized he must be out for a run. She was annoyed he didn't wake her and invite her to join him. Martha dressed in her grey dress - her go-to clothing.
She wanted coffee. She didn't know where the dining room was, and she spoke no German. She turned on the TV, and watched some news, most of which she didn't understand. Angry looking mobs marching down a street. She channel surfed, and found a German dubbed version of a movie called Wall-E, about a robot stranded on a planet. It was quite watchable, since there was so little dialog to be dubbed.
Half an hour later, Martha heard a noise at the door, and Nate walked in. His shirt was soaking. "Been running?" Nate nodded, nearly out of breath. "I wish you'd woken me ... I would have gone."
"We can go out now," Nate offered, still panting.
She looked at him gravely. "Do I run that slow?"
"No," he walked over and kissed her on the lips, "I'm that good!"
"We'll see about that," she cocked a smile, and stripped off her dress. She walked to her suitcase and pulled on her running clothes and shoes. "You gonna change?" she asked him, nodding to his shirt.
"Yeah, maybe," he pulled the soaking wet shirt off his chest, tenting the fabric. Then he reached down and hauled the three pound shirt off his body and hung it up to dry in the shower stall. Nate pulled on another shirt just while Martha was lacing up her shoes.
"No," he shook his head. "Don't wear socks. We'll run down the beach." Now Martha knew why he had sweated hard, and she started regretting insisting on a run.
She pulled her shoes and socks off. "I need some flip flops for the beach," she said.
"We'll get some after the run," he offered, no longer panting.
They left the room together, and walked down to the beach hand-in-hand. They kicked off their shoes, and Nate watched as Martha took five minutes to stretch before her run. Nate led her North on the beach at a slow pace. Even so, Martha found the sand running much more difficult, and she asked Nate to slow down a little. He was barely jogging, uncomfortably half walking, when he decided to turn around and go backwards.
"Show off," Martha jibed at him.
"I get to see more of you this way," he smiled, staying slightly ahead of her, checking behind him every few seconds.
After a couple of kilometers, he turned forward again, and Martha asked to stop. "I never thought beach running would be this hard."
"I used to do five miles every day for 2 years," Nate nodded. "I really miss it."
She asked to turn back, and they did. Occasionally she'd slow to a walk, and Nate coaxed her to pick up the pace again. By the time they returned to the Prince, she was exhausted.
"How far did you go earlier," she asked Nate as they washed off their feet under the outdoor shower.
"I'd guess 4 K's out and back - about 5 miles," he pointed the other direction, south of the hotel.
"And you ran that?"
"As hard as I could," Nate nodded. Martha looked at his shirt. There was not a drop of sweat on it after his run with Martha. She thought about the story Briana told her, when Nate took on three armed Romanians in a dark alleyway, and Briana described it as nowhere close to a fair fight. Martha always thought Briana embellished the story to make it sound more dramatic, but now she wasn't sure.
They walked back to the room together. Martha said she needed to shower, and so did Nate, so the solution was to shower together. After they lathered and rinsed their hair, Nate's hands grew frisky, and he started gently caressing her breasts. He kissed her, and she kissed him back obediently.
Nate reached his left hand down her back, to her ass, and landed his middle finger on her rosebud. Then he reached his right hand down her front, and pressed his three open middle fingers over her clit, and started massaging both hands up and down, delivering double duty sensations on both her ass and clit. The combination quickly awakened Martha's libido, and soon she stood with her back against the wall, toes pointed and heels raised, while Nate massaged intensified his dual-point pressure.
Martha felt the pressure building up inside her clitoris, and she started rocking her pelvis against his front and back hands. Nate started lifting as well as massaging, digging his fingers deeper into her tender tissues, doubling the explosive tension in a hurry.
Now Nate alternated his hands - he lifted up on her pussy, pushed down on her ass, and then reversed, and the back and forth motion sent tingling waves through Martha's womanhood. Her breathing quickened, and Nate started sucking on her nipples, pulling them into his mouth.
Martha closed her eyes and started groaning the echoing shower as the pressure between her legs grew critical. Sensing her impending release, Nate doubled the intensity of his dual clit/anal massage, and Martha arched her head back as the orgasmic ripples started. Martha had never had a stand-up orgasm before, and when she came, her legs buckled, causing Nate to lift her up by her clit and asshole, and Martha nearly fell over. The extra sensations of his fingers digging into her sensitive tissues overloaded her erotic senses, and she unleashed a high pitched scream inside the shower stall, letting the echoes linger for several seconds. She felt the second wave coming, and she braced for the delirious onslaught. This time Martha managed to stay upright. After the third wave Martha collapsed into Nate's chest and she wrapped her arms around his neck. He released his grip on her nether regions and hugged her gently, letting the hot shower water gently wash away her orgasmic afterglow.
Nate kissed her, and she kissed him back hard, darting her tongue into his mouth. "Let's dry off and see if you find something else to do with that tongue," Nate whispered, and they stepped out of the shower. Nate was rock hard, so Martha squatted low and took him into her mouth for a good, long suck. Then she took her towel and dried off while Nate did the same.
"Any preferred way," she asked invitingly, crawling onto the bed.
Nate lay down on his back in the middle of the bed. "I love 69 blowjobs in the morning," he said, and waited for Martha to straddle her knees across his head, and then lean forward and she began teasing his granite cock with her tongue. Nate lifted his head up and dove his tongue up her split pussy, and Martha accepted his action as her cue to take him deep, and she began sucking him hard while she jerked his seven inch shaft with her encircled thumb and finger.
Nate probed deeper up her fuck hole while Martha intensified her sucking and jerking. Soon Nate felt his balls start rumbling, and he brought his hand around to her rosebud, and started playing gently. He wanted to stick it in, but he hadn't prepared for this - his KY was still in his suitcase. So instead he repositioned his head, and started rimming Martha's asshole with his tongue, and he was rewarded instantly by harder and faster sucking. Nate alternated between rimming her rosebud and ramming his tongue right up her freshly showered chute while Martha sucked him toward euphoria.
Finally Nate felt his balls ready to blow, and he jammed his tongue up her anus as far as he could. Nate blasted load after load of hot jism into Martha's still sucking mouth. She swallowed each load down, and then sucked out the next. When his final wave ended, Nate relaxed into the bed while Martha delicately sucked and licked his still hard cock.
She continued sucking and kissing him gently, until the tip of his cock became too sensitive and he quietly asked her to stop. She dismounted him, turned end for end, and lay beside him, resting her arm over his chest and her head on his shoulder.
He used the bedspread to cocoon them again and rested his arms over her chest. In her post-orgasmic, post-beach-running exhaustion, Martha fell asleep in his arms. He listened to her gentle breathing, feeling her breasts press on his chest with each breath she took.
Martha woke up 45 minutes later. "Wow," she whispered. "That was quite the workout."
Nate squeezed her in his arms and she sighed. She wished this was real.
- - -
By Tuesday afternoon Nate and Martha were beginning to look well-tanned. They ran the beach together every morning, then they sun tanned on the beach. By noon it was too hot in the sun, so they took a nap, often complimented by some bedroom pleasures. By midafternoon they would hit the pool, and some more sun tanning, and then out to dinner, and followed by some in-bed carnal dessert.
It was 3:30 on Tuesday afternoon, and they had just come out to the pool. Martha ordered her usual pina colada, and Nate had a beer. The waiter brought their drinks in plastic cups by the pool.
"Did you say you would take me anywhere?" Martha asked.
"No," Nate said. "I said when our deal was over, I would take you anywhere within reason."
"No, but you said you would take me here or anywhere I wanted to go."
"What did you have in mind?" Nate asked.
"This is beautiful, and I am not sure I have ever seen a more spectacular beach vacation ..."
"But ..." Nate jumped in.
"I really wanted to see Berlin. I've never been."
"When would you want to go?"
"I don't know," she said. "How long does it take to drive there?"
"About three hours," Nate guessed. "We could be there by eight."
"Tonight?!" Martha asked with surprise.
"Why not?" Nate said. "We probably only have two or three more days together."
"You'd do that - pull up and go just for me?"
"Why not?" Nate shrugged. "It seems to me all you've been doing is things for other people. Why not let me do something for you?"
"And we'd still be on our deal?" she asked, wondering if Nate was willing to go that far in doing nice things for her.
"Of course," Nate shrugged.
"Have you been to Berlin?"
"Many times," Nate nodded. "I could show you around."
"I'd like that." She paused in thought.
Nate hesitated before broaching the next subject. "As you know, I am in the counter terrorism business. And in that business, we have access to various kinds of information." She waited, saying nothing. "After we met, and after you made your proposition to me, I ran a routine background check on you."
"Why?"
"Because," Nate explained, "I didn't know who I was dealing with. I already had a run-in with one family member who lied about me in a potentially damaging way. I wanted to know if you were part of a shake-down - a scam."
"You think by offering," she looked around, realizing someone could be listening, "you know, that I was trying to scam you?"
"You'd be surprised," Nate nodded, "what people would go through to try to extort money out of someone."
"I suppose," Martha thought, but that only applies to someone with a lot of money or a lot of power, she didn't say. "Why are you telling me this?" Martha asked instead.
"I saw your credit report. I know you are going back home to a mortgage you can't pay and high interest credit card bills coming out your ass."
"What's that to you?" she complained.
"Because I want to help you, and before you get up and walk away, it's not what you think." She waited. "Here's my offer, and hear me through to the end. I can buy your house - contents and all. You'd have to move out, unless you can pay the rent, which I don't think you can, but here's the thing - I will hold on to your house and, when you're ready, when you get your feet back on the ground, you can buy it back, and I won't charge you profit."
"So how does that help me?" she asked.
"I'm not done," he said. "Once you move out, come live with me. Not as my subservient," he added quickly, "but as my friend."
"As your GILR-friend?" she challenged, emphasized 'girl'.
"I'd like that, but we would have to take it one step at a time," he said, "but ultimately it's up to you. Get out of that mess you're in. It must be eating you up inside. Clear your head and take a break for a while. Travel around and see Europe with me on weekend trips, and the occasional week long trip like this. Then, when you get your feet back on the ground, buy your house back, or go somewhere else. The point is, you will not live under a cloud of debt that never goes away."
"I thought you were going to offer to pay me to stay here and have sex with you."
"I can see why you thought I was headed that way," he nodded. "It's why I wanted you to hear me out completely."
"And while I'm here, what would I do."
"I've spoken to my client. You can work part time for them through my company," Nate said, "doing real work that pays real money. They're always looking for smart, educated English speaking people."
"But what if I wanted to stay here and get paid for having sex with you?"
"I ... ah ... suppose we could ... maybe ...," Nate faltered, mostly because he had no intention of continuously paying out as much money as he did in the past month.
"Joking!" she sang out with a gotcha smile, and then her face turned serious.
"Wouldn't I need a super-top-secret security clearance to work with your client?
"Not at first. I'll admit, without a security clearance, your job will be pretty menial. But you can get cleared through my company, and it wouldn't need to be top secret to do some pretty interesting stuff. We can put a rush on the processing - it's not something most companies can do, but because of my NATO connections, it would only take a month or two to get it. Plus it's worth having one anyway."
"It's a lot to think about."
"I know," Nate nodded. "But I want you to be certain my offer is serious."
"I know it is," she looked at his eyes. "That's why I have to think about it so carefully." She paused. "What about Briana,"
"What about her?" Nate wasn't sure where Martha was going.
"Where would she live after I sell the house?"
"Martha, she's 28 years old," Nate pointed out the obvious.
"I know, I know."
"Tap, tap, tap," Nate said as he tapped himself on his chest.
"Let's not go there," Martha snapped with a bitter tone.
"Okay, look," Nate raised his palms in surrender, "I've made my serious offer. I won't bother you about it again, but I will answer any questions you have."
"Okay," she nodded. She took another sip of her drink. "If it is okay with you, I would like to go to Berlin tonight."
Nate stood up from his lounge chair by the pool and extended his hand to her. She was reclined in her chair, wearing the white bikini he bought for her at the store. She protested it was too small, but Nate genuinely thought it was just right - not at all revealing, but showed off her attractive curves.
She put her pina colada on the small table beside her chair, took his hand, and pulled herself up. Then Martha pulled on her beach cover and slipped on her flip flops he bought for her. They walked hand-in-hand to the hotel elevator with their drinks.
Once they arrived at the room, Martha needed to use the bathroom, and while she did behind the locked door, Nate retrieved his cell phone and checked his messages. When Martha came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, wearing only her see-through beach cover the way Nate had told her, Nate was still preoccupied with his cell phone. She could see he was not reading email anymore - he was tapping buttons, using some app.
She stood momentarily in her see-through cover, when Nate looked up at her with a whimsical expression. "What?" Martha asked, checking her single piece of clothing for a stain or defect.
Nate walked to her, bent forward, and kissed her gently on the forehead. "You're free," he announced quietly.
"I'm free? What is that supposed ... Oh my God! Nate, do you mean ..." Nate just nodded. "You received your payment?" she asked, verifying what she already understood.
"I got the email from Brandt while we were at the pool," Nate nodded. "I just read it now. I just checked my bank balance - it's all there."
"So I don't have to ..." her words were arrested by the magnitude of her newfound splendor.
"You don't have to do anything." She hugged him hard, and then went to her suitcase. She stripped off her pull-over, and rustled through her suitcase for some sensible underwear. Nate watched with melancholic anticipation, wondering if this was the last time he'd ever see her naked. Martha wore the dark red skirt Nate bought for her long ago. Next she fastened a bra around her beauties, and finally pulled a white T-shirt over top. Nate had to admit, she looked good.
Martha was still beaming with a smile when her expression collapsed into concern again. "What am I going to do?"
"We can still go to Berlin. I'll pay for everything, and you just be my guest," Nate offered, "we can stay here as we had planned, or I can take you to an airport."
Martha sat on the corner of the bed and rested for a long time in deep thought. "If I suggest a different option, will you hate me?"
"Highly unlikely," Nate smiled.
"Oh, wait!" Martha slapped her forehead. "It won't work. My passport and purse and money are in Hamburg."
"No," Nate corrected her. "I brought them here in case something like this came up."
"Where?!" Martha looked around the room worriedly.
"They are locked in the hotel safe downstairs." Martha nodded, realizing of course that's what Nate would do. "So what's your plan that I will hate."
"Take me to Berlin," she said, "and leave me there - alone. I have so much to think about - not just about you. I need space - on my own. I'll fly home from there."
"That sounds like a very smart plan," Nate conceded.
"You like it?" she smiled.
"Yes," Nate lied, "because it is the best thing for you."
She stood up from the edge of the bed and hugged him again. "You are one warped motherfucker," she said, still holding him tight, "but your heart is in the right place."
"So," Nate pulled away, "we leave for Berlin tonight."
"Yes, please," she asked softly, looking into his eyes. Without a word, Nate started packing, and then so did she.
As they checked out of the Rugen Prince hotel, Nate retrieved Martha's valuables, and returned his key for the safety deposit box and got his deposit back. Then he asked the concierge to book a room for Martha for three days in Berlin. "Make sure it is a nice room in a nice hotel," he told the concierge, "and pay for all three days and breakfast in advance on my credit card," he instructed.
They drove to Berlin, listening to Nate's playlist on his phone. Martha was deep in thought most of the trip, but at one point she looked at Nate.
"I am not saying I will, but if I come to live with you," she announced, "there would have to be certain conditions."
