Secret Agent's Helper

"What?" June said incredulously.

"Just look at the statue."

June forced herself to study the statue, willing herself to ignore the tickle as Maykop's strong hands began to slowly, lightly, but purposefully trace a path up her legs. Calves, shins, knees, thighs, Maykop left a trail of heat as his fingertips worked their way up under the hem of her skirt. When his fingers began tracing along the bottom of her boy short panties she parted her legs slightly and then looked around to make sure no one was watching. The other people in the exhibition hall were engrossed in the art and didn't seem to notice what was happening in the dark back corner. Maykop ran his hands up June's butt cheeks, lightly squeezing the round mounds. June could feel Maykop's warm body pressed close against her legs and crotch, his face was pressed provocatively against her belly button. June's breath caught in her throat when she felt Maykop's fingers slip under the waistband of her panties and begin to pull down. He ran his fingers along the waistband, exploring through the top wisps of her trimmed pubic hair. He slowly pulled the panties down over her hips and the tops of her ass cheeks, teasing and worrying each inch of newly exposed skin with his fingers as he went.

She shifted her hips and wiggled her bottom to help him as much as she dared, but was painfully conscious of just how close the other people in the room were to her. She was equally conscious of how wet she was getting and how sensitive she was becoming. Her flesh prickled every time Maykop's fingers explored some new region. When his fingers found her mons and lightly explored her slick cleft she gave out a quiet whimper. Her legs buckled a little under her own weight when he flicked across her clitoris and then quickly inserted a finger partway into her sopping pussy. She moved her hips to rub against his hands, but the contact was fleeting as he continued to pull her panties down and too soon managed to get them down past her thighs. He gently urged her to carefully step out of her underwear and then his hands were gone, her flesh left cold and wanting more as he quickly disappeared again into the shadows behind the statue taking her panties with him. She closed her eyes and sighed, but was shocked back into reality when a quiet voice spoke to her from behind.

"It's a lovely sculpture, isn't it?" a woman's voice said.

June turned to see an older woman standing a few feet behind her admiring the nymph sculpture.

"Yes, it's very striking," June managed, although her words caught in her throat a little. She was very aware of the musky scent of her own arousal and wondered, a bit embarrassedly, if the other woman was aware of it as well.

"I particularly like the way the artist managed to make the water drops feel so fluid even though they're carved from stone," the woman said as she came up very close to June and dropped her voice to a whisper. "See there, on the breasts especially."

June hadn't noticed the water before, but the woman was right. There were drops of water seeming to cascade down the nymph's breasts. One of the nipples, a taut bud begging to be teased, had a drip of water dangling precariously from it. It was amazing, June admitted, that the stone could be shaped to give such a vivid impression of movement.

"It's wonderful how the moment has been captured, a moment of ecstasy," the older woman continued in a hushed whisper. "I almost feel guilty, like I've stumbled on an intimate scene no one was meant to see."

The older woman placed a hand lightly on June's butt cheek and giving it a little squeeze. "Oh well," her voice lightened as she smiled at June and winked. "Enjoy the rest of your night."

"I will, thank you," June managed to muddle out as the other woman slowly walked away and rejoined what must have been her husband who was mesmerized in front of a field of flowers painting set in a rainstorm on the other side of the hall.

"June," an abrupt whisper from Maykop made June jump as she moved around the statue into the shadows her heart was pounding in her chest.

"What is it?" she asked rounded the pedestal to find Maykop standing against the wall, reaching up for something over his head.

"I need your help," he said without turning to face her.

She could see he was fiddling with her panties and something that looked like a small pipe or conduit climbing the wall in the corner of the room.

"What can I do?" she came up behind him and placed her hands lightly on his muscular back. "And what are you doing?"

"I discovered Agent Surgut's plan. This gas pipe has been rigged. It's leaking deadly gas into the hotel. We've got to stop it."

"How?" she said all business.

"My belt, I need my belt," he said through gritted teeth as he continued to struggle with the panties. "We've got to stop the leak. I was hoping to tie your panties around the pipe to shut off the gas, but I can't get it tight enough. My belt should do the trick. I need you to take my belt off and hand it up to me before this leak gets any worse."

June pressed up close behind Maykop and reached with both hands around to his front. Up under his suit coat, she ran her fingers down along his shirt to his belt buckle. Her left hand sliding down until she found his still rock hard cock pressed against his pant and gave it a good squeeze. Her right hand slowly unfastened his belt, the jangle of the buckle making what seemed like an incredibly loud sound in the quiet hall. Leaving his belt dangling open, June traced an outline around that bulge in his crotch and was delighted when it began to stiffen more and grow under her fingertips. With her fingers and palm, she gently massaged up and down the hardening bulge, gently, but firmly, squeezing his package again and again. She heard Maykop swallow a lump in his throat. "Hurry June, I need my belt," he coughed out.

While her left hand continued to massage and explore the cock now obviously straining against his pants, June used her right hand to pull his belt free. The belt whispered against the fabric of his pants as it came free from around his waist.

She handed it up to him, he got to work wrapping the belt around the pipe in an intricate lashing He then stepped back to admire his work that's when June moved around to the front of Maykop. She gave him a lingering kiss, then crouched down. With manicured fingernails, she quickly unzipped his fly, reached into his pants and fished out his cock. A little persuading got it all out from his pants. She held his erect member in her hand and tentatively licked the head, that forced a small groan from him. Maykop took a break from working on the pipe and glanced down at June, who smiled up wickedly at him before wrapping her lips around his cock and sucking greedily. Maykop flexed his hips, pushing more of his cock into June's wet, warm mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock and stroked him leisurely with her hand as she sucked hard.

June lost herself in what she was doing. Was it minutes or hours she'd been pleasuring Maykop? She didn't know or care. But she was suddenly brought back to reality when she felt his hands grab some of her hair. She reached around with her hands, grabbed his firm butt and pulled him closer to her as she sucked him in farther. Maykop was in heaven, watching this gorgeous woman give him one of the best pleasurable moments of his life. He could feel the pressure building in his balls as a familiar tingle started moving down his legs. He wanted to cum, but he knew he couldn't. Not here. Not yet. He pulled harder with June's hair, there was a popping noise that seemed to echo in the gallery as she reluctantly let go of him. Maykop pulled her up to her feet. She pounced at him, her lips searing his with a passionate heat.

"We've got to go, June."

"Why, Penza? Let me finish you off," she said in between kisses.

"We've got to get out of here before Agent Surgut figures out what we've done," he said, pushing her gently away from him, putting his cock back inside his pants and readjusting his clothes. "Who knows what that dirtbag would do to you if he found out you helped me foil his plan. I can't risk that. I've got to get you safely out of here, now!"

With one last quick, hot kiss on her lips, Maykop took June by the hand and led her back through the art gallery. When they reached the exit, he led her straight toward the elevator. As they stepped into the elevator, Maykop pressed the button for the 27th floor June saw him...Agent Surgut was walking straight toward them, fast. Their eyes met and she felt a slight twinge of panic. She quickly pressed the "Door Close" button several times in quick succession willing the elevator door to close. It seemed the door was closing in slow motion and as it narrowed, Agent Surgut picked up the pace, raising his hand to try to catch their attention.

As the elevator doors closed, leaving Agent Surgut out in the hallway, they heard him say "Hey!" Then the elevator began to go up. The only sound was the humming of the elevator's machinery. June and Maykop looked at each other with relief. Then the passion swept in for each other and they were soon kissing feverishly, hands exploring each other's bodies. When Jane broke off the kiss forcing Maykop to nuzzle June's neck she asked him, "Where are you taking me?"

"We can go to my room, it will be safe there," he mumbled from her neck.

"No," she said as she punched the button for the 26th floor. "We'll go to my room. I'm sure Agent Surgut knows exactly what room you're staying in. Why wouldn't he? That's probably the first thing he found out when he learned you were on his tail."

Maykop broke away, "You're probably right," he said as he then went to nibbling on her ear and ran a hand up her skirt and cupped her naked ass.

"We'll go to my room. That will be safe," June said.

When the elevator bell dinged the two of them straightened their clothes, as the door opened they casually, but quickly, walked down the hall to room 2618. June used her key card to unlock the door and led him inside. He closed the door and immediately peered through the peephole.

"I think we're safe," he said. "I don't think he followed us."

As he turned around, June threw herself into his arms, pushing him back against the door hard. Taking some wind out of Maykop, her mouth hungrily devoured his while her hands began tearing at his clothes. He joined in on the frenzy and soon they were both naked, their clothes scattered across the floor. He pushed her back onto the bed. She fell with a squeal but didn't have time to catch her breath before he buried his face between her thighs and began lapping at her pussy lips. She closed her eyes, arched her back and raised her hips slightly off the bed to give him better access to her hot center. Maykop made long, slow licks up and down her pussy, flicking out at her tender clit every time he reached the top of her sex. His hands kneaded her inner thighs and ass cheeks, pulling her closer into his mouth, hungry with need.

June cupped her own breasts and began squeezing and working her nipples. Her breathing was coming out in shallow gasps as Maykop's tongue continued to play across her pussy. When he slipped a finger inside her and focused his oral action on her sensitive clit, she let out a cry of ecstasy.

"Oh, just like that Penza. Don't stop. Whatever you do, don't stop."

He didn't. His tongue flicked back and forth across her nub while his finger twirled about inside her tight cunt. He could feel the tension mounting in her body. Her face was scrunched up, her hands were roughly squeezing her own tits. It was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Then she let out a cry, squeezed her thighs tightly against the sides of his head and pushed her pussy hard against his mouth as she came.

He kept licking her until her body began to relax under him, then he flipped her over onto her stomach, her legs spread and her ass slightly raised off the mattress. He stood behind her, admiring the view of her pussy, open and inviting, capped by her small ass hole, winking up at him like a small unopened bud. With one hand he massaged her ass cheek. With his other, he guided his cock into her hot slick pussy. He pushed in all the way in one stroke and then began slowly fucking in and out of her. While he did he pressed his thumb firmly against her ass hole, just a little pressure, massaging her bud in small circles. He felt her tighten beneath him and heard her give out a soft moan of pleasure. He pressed his thumb a little harder and fucked in and out of her pussy a little faster. It didn't take long for his own release. With one final stroke, he pushed into her as far as he could and gave out a grunt as he came hard. She felt his hot seed empty into her and she clenched her pussy tighter around his cock.

He collapsed on top of her, kissing the back of her neck and rubbing his hands up and down her body.

"Oh, June. That. Was. Amazing." he said at last.

"It certainly was Maykop. Penza Maykop."

The next morning, June and Maykop got dressed and walked hand in hand to the elevator, down to the lobby and up to the hotel's front desk. A chipper young man greeted them.

"Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Walker. It's good to see you again. How was your stay this time?"

"Great, as always, Jimmy," Mike said. "The rooms you got for us were just perfect."

"How's your sister doing, Jimmy?" Jane said as Mike fished out his credit card from his wallet. "Is she liking college?"

"She is, Mrs. Walker. She's having a great time at school. I'll tell her you said hi."

Jimmy ran the credit card, handed it back and called for a bellhop to help them hail a cab.

"Will we be seeing you two again soon?" he asked as Mike and Jane walked towards the doorway.

"You can bet on that Jimmy," Mike said. "Probably in a month or so."

"Should I schedule your stay now?"

"No, don't worry about it. I'll call when I know the dates."

And with that, Mike Walker took his wife's hand and led her out of the hotel to the cab waiting outside.