Psylons 7: First Tango in Paris (Part 1)
On a sexy car ride from the airport, Nick gets a handle on his handler.
In our last episode, Chastity and Slade nabbed a member of the Russian mafia out on the west coast. Today, we find Joanne and Nick jetting to France.
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Nick stared wide-eyed out the window of the black SUV. “The Eiffel Tower.”
He and Joanne sat in the back seat together as their driver chauffeured them through the streets of Paris. Her thoughts permeated his mind. I can’t believe you’ve never been to Paris before. How long have you been with the CIA?
“Six years,” he replied verbally. “But for most of that time I was cloistered at the Psylon research facility.” He chuckled, then added mentally. They didn’t let us out much.
They’d been partnered for weeks now and sending messages mentally had become routine. Sometimes their conversations fluctuated between speech and mental messaging randomly. At this point, their driver, another CIA agent, probably thought they were nuts, but he and Joanne had developed a close bond.
The hunger gnawed at him. Their flight had been commercial, with no chance of relief, and the meeting had been moved up, so there would be no time to properly fuck Joanne to sate his growing lust. He needed to make her orgasm here in the car so he could proceed with the mission with a clear head.
I need… he sent.
I know, she responded. Do it.
He placed his hand on her knee, then glided it under her skirt, over the smooth nylon stockings she wore. He hit a connector at the top of the stocking and his cock stiffened in response. A garter belt?
She sent a mental chuckle. Surprise!
As his fingers moved to the apex of her thighs, he encountered no panties, only warm, wet womanhood.
You minx.
Double surprise. Doesn’t this make everything easier?
His cock stiffened. It wouldn’t get the relief it craved until later this evening. Right now, he only needed to clear his head.
He glided his finger along her folds. She was so wet and ready for him. As his finger touched her engorged clit, he sent ripples through her brain’s pleasure center. Her response was instantaneous. She quaked with desire, biting her lower lip to keep from crying out.
“We should be there in about ten minutes,” their driver said, completely unaware of what was transpiring in the back seat.
“Great!” Joanne cried out, with much more enthusiasm than the statement required.
She was close to release.
Nick sunk two fingers into her damp folds, the pads of his fingers finding that spot inside that was oh-so sensitive, while continuing to manipulate her clit with his thumb.
At the same time, he shared a mental image:
They were naked. Warm water splashed over them from the shower head. Their bodies were covered in slippery suds. Has hands glided over her breasts, caressing, soaping, tweaking her nipples until they stiffened.
Her fingers wrapped around his hard cock, sliding up and down the shaft, cupping his balls. Steam built around them…and inside.
His hand slipped between her legs, fingers caressing, probing, finding all the right spots.
He wrapped his arms around her thighs, spreading her wide as he pushed her against the wall of the shower. Dangerous, exciting, they could slip and fall.
But they really couldn’t. He wouldn’t allow it.
His cock, so hard, pulsing with desire, pushed into her. So thick she felt every ridge and vein as it filled her channel.
“Oh, Nick!” Passion laced her tone.
“Let it go,” he responded. “Come for me.”
That sent her over the edge, and his hunger abated.
Joanne held in as much as she could as the orgasmic release rippled through her. Nick knew just the right buttons to push, both physically and mentally, to send her to heaven quickly and efficiently. It was part of her job now, as his CIA handler, but it was a part of her job that she thoroughly enjoyed.
Nick pulled his fingers from her and brought them to his mouth to suck on. There was a twinkle in his eye as he winked at her.
Scamp! Are you satisfied now? she sent to him.
I’ll be much more satisfied tonight in our hotel room, when I can leisurely give you the lovemaking you deserve. But, yes, I’m satisfied…for now.
Nick kept everything as professional as possible. Casual, yet very fun. The CIA was moving on plans to eliminate the need for Psylon handlers, setting up a network of sex clubs for the Psylons to visit when they needed relief from the hunger that was a side effect of the process that opened their minds to their incredible mental powers. Eventually, she would be released from her charge of taking care of Nick’s needs, but this was one assignment she was really going to miss.
Pulling herself together, she handed Nick the manila envelope with the documentation and jump drive inside. “Here you go. You ready for this?”
Nick smiled. “Piece of cake.”
The story continues in: Psylons 8: First Tango in Paris (Part 2). Right here in Tantalizing Tales.
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Marc
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