Secretly

by Cantor, Susan

  A knocking on the door broke our reverie, with a voice announcing something that literally shocked me to my very core “This is the police, and we have reason to believe that there is something illegal going on inside there. An anonymous caller called in to say that you were in possession of a weapon, and that she had heard gunshots from within. Please open the door and verify your safety, and show us that everything is okay.” We both looked at each other, and instead of going off half cocked, he placed the lid back over the orange juice glasses, and walked up to the door with my hand clasped in his.

  He swung the door open, giggling as he held me close, kissing the back of my neck and showing these good people how loving a couple we were “Sorry about the delay, but we just got out of the shower and I don't think we are any cleaner than when we first went in. What's this about some kind of gunshots? I think you can see that we are perfectly fine. So, unless you have a warrant, we would like to get back to our celebration.” He was lying so easily, and it didn't even seem to faze him in the very least. That alone was sending off alarm bells going off in my head, but it wasn't near enough to make me walk away.

  The Japanese police officer was flanked by who I can only assume was the manager of the hotel. “If you would allow us to come in, we could make a quick search and be on our way.” He was very interested in entering into the apartment, but the only problem he had was that he didn't have a warrant and probably couldn't get one for a few hours.

  “I don't think that's necessary, and I think we have proven to you that nothing untoward is happening in here. If you don't mind, we would greatly appreciate some privacy, unless of course you want me to call your superiors and tell them that you are harassing patrons of this hotel. I think we both know that that would not go over well, so I believe our business has finished.” He was standing his ground, with me standing there like an idiot, trying to keep a straight face and not indicate that anything was out of the ordinary.

  “As he said, we are enjoying ourselves, and you are interrupting what was promising to be a very special evening.” The best way to head this off was to make a scene, so that they would see that we were not going to back down just because of their so-called authority.

  He was silent for several seconds, but finally he smiled, even though I saw that it was very much fake “That won't be necessary, and if you need anything, please don't hesitate to call the manager.” He was making a point that he didn't want to hear from us, and then he turned on his heels and went back down the hall with the manager scurrying behind him.

  The door closed, and Richard pulled off his towel with a flick of his wrist, while still moving at a steady pace over to the bed and to his pants. “I don't know what's going on here, but I just lied to the police officer, and this is not what I signed up for.” I didn't know what to make of him, only that he was acting indignant, and showing his displeasure with having to get involved with something so distasteful. “If your husband is trying to set you up, I don't want any part of it.” He was now deflecting the situation back at me, and I couldn't have done better if I wanted to.

  “Okay, why don't we chalk this up to a mistaken identity, and maybe it's time we called it a night.” His naked ass was struggling to get into a pair of pants, but I noticed that he was trying to put them on backwards and I began to giggle with no concern for his dignity.

  “So, do you think this is funny, let me show you what I think is funny.” He ran after me naked, snapping the towel in my direction, whipping it in such a way that it stung on impact.” Come here, where do you think you're going?” I was laughing my ass off, trying to keep him at bay, until finally I had enough and grabbed the towel and got into a tug-of-war with him. We playfully pulled at the towel in opposite directions, and then we finally just gave up and fell into bed with each other.

  He was just as devilishly cute as he was before, and his manhood had made a surprising recovery. He held me down with his hands over mine, kissing me, while searching with the tip of his cock for my entrance. “AHHHHH.” I couldn't help but to moan, as he held me down and flexed his ass against me, reigniting the flames of lust that had currently been burning between us. I couldn't deny that he was a virile man, and his manliness was definitely not in question. He was circling his hips, grinding against me in such a way that he was touching different parts inside my body. My nipples were grazing against his chest, sending these electrical impulses of pleasure to my brain.

  “God, you are infuriating, and so sexually adventurous that I can't possibly stay mad at you.” His arms were keeping him aloft, as he moved against me in a fluid motion, drawing his cock back and forth through the lips of my pussy. His skin was baby soft, most likely from the shower that he had just taken, and I was loving the way he was using my body for his own pleasure. He had a way of making me feel like I was going out of my skin, yet still he remained in perfect sync, not allowing me to find my own release, until he was ready to give it to me. “If you weren't so sexy, I don't know if I could take all of this nonsense…oh god, I love how you do that.” I was showing him some tricks that I had learned in my many years of practice, and some of them were getting the desired result.

  Sensuality was in everything he did, and I could feel his shaft trying to squeeze out the creamy center from within. Scissoring my legs around his midsection, I held him close while beating a drum on his ass. This seemed to invigorate him, and make his motions get more rapid, with his breath on the edge of an asthmatic attack. “Not so fast lothario.” I put my hands on his chest, stopping his momentum altogether. “We have all the time in the world, and I don't want you to get any ideas about finishing this too soon.” I was scolding him on proper etiquette, and it wasn't right for the man to find his orgasm before the woman did.

  Somehow I was able to flip him over onto his back, and once again found myself in the driver’s seat of this relationship. I was just about to ride him like a bucking bronco, when I saw a flash of light from the window, and seeing that we were on the second floor, I couldn't see how it's possible for anybody to be on the balcony outside. A flash of lightning illuminated a figure of a man dressed all in black standing there with a telephoto lens taking photos and getting everything we were doing on film.

  He must've got scared, because when another flash of lightning did the same thing, he was no longer watching us like some sort of pervert.

  I thought about telling him what I saw, but it was possible that with everything that was going on, I was only projecting what could possibly be a conspiracy theory. I didn't want to stop what we were doing, and I turned in such a way that I was riding him reverse cowgirl. In this way I could reach down and play with his balls, squeezing them and giving him something else to concentrate on besides his own selfish orgasm. He groaned his response, and he bucked underneath me, as I leaned back against his chest with my hands on either side of him. He took advantage of my situation, slipping me his man meat with his legs pushing up from the bed. I was beside myself with this blissful union, so much so that I forgot about the gun that was still sitting majestically underneath the service tray across the room. We had gotten so caught up in what we were doing that we literally let our bodies do the talking for us, and not letting anything else interfere in this magical moment.

  “You are so fucking hot.” I had to concentrate, because I could feel the sensation creeping up on me, making my legs tremble and shake, just before my inner muscles began working him over with a very special massage from within. “My god…you are just loving that cock.” I didn't have the energy to say anything, so I just let the storm build, until finally I was in the eye of it, with him moaning and twisting behind me. AHHHHHHHHHHH.” I don't think he could've been able to stop it if he wanted to, as his hot seed escaped his loins, and filled me with so much of it that it spilled out around his still embedded shaft.

  Richard could probably have me any time he wanted me, and all he would have to do was look at me and I would drop my panties. He was just so different than my
husband, and somebody that I thought I could really enjoy myself with, without thinking that they had some sort of agenda. We lay in each other's arms, feeling each other's skin, until finally I had to address the elephant in the room.

  “That was fun, and a nice distraction from the fact that we have a gun over there on the table.” I didn't want to be the one to shine a light on it, but it wasn't exactly like we could avoid the situation.

  He twisted around to face me, taking my hand and placing it on his heart “This is what you do to me, and right now I couldn't care if there was a freaking submachine gun on the table over there. You are the only thing that concerns me, and you have turned me into somebody that I haven't been in a very long time. Do you know how long it takes some men my age to get an erection, and to get one two times in less than an hour is almost impossible? He was making my ego get bigger by the second, not to mention what I was feeling with my fingers and still not believing that I had this kind of effect on him.

  “That is awfully nice of you to say, and I do have to admit the fact that you are more man than most men I have ever been with. I think it goes without saying that we are perfectly matched sexually together, but that still doesn't negate the fact that we have a situation that we should deal with as soon as possible.” He was looking at me with these wide eyes, but then he made an exasperated sigh, before flipping off the sheets and going over to the table where the weapon was.

  Picking it up, he temporarily aimed it at me, almost making me jump for cover, until finally he twirled it around like he was some sort of Western cowboy. “I don’t suppose we could just flush it.” That didn't seem very wise, and probably would just result in the toilet overflowing. “No, I didn't think so, but it was at least worth a thought.”

  “We could just take it down the hall and put it on somebody else's tray outside the room, or better yet toss it down the laundry chute, and get rid of it altogether.” He grabbed the same towel that he had before, put it around his waist and opened the door and looked up and down the hallway to make sure the coast was clear. He dashed out, and disappeared from view for a couple of minutes, while I sat there with the sheet up over my nakedness.

  He ran back in, closing the door and lifting his hands to show that the weapon was now out of his possession. “There that should give the laundry staff something to talk about.” I was already getting out of bed, putting on the same dress that he had so efficiently taken off of me. He came over, and I pushed him away, because I didn't want to get caught in this trap once again.

  “I better be going, and I really don't think it's a good idea that we see each other again. Let's just chalk this up to something that we couldn't avoid, and next time I hope that we both can show a little bit more restraint.” He followed me to the door, kissing the back of my neck and making my entire body tingle, almost enough to make me turn around and do this all over again for the third time. At least I was able to walk away before I succumbed to his advances, and I had my shoes in my hand so that I wouldn't make any noise when I entered into my room on the other floor.

  I thought for sure that I was going to find Michael waiting for me, sitting in one of the chairs in the dark, ready to turn on the light and try to take me out of my comfort zone. He would no doubt want to interrogate me, and I had no reason to believe that I would be able to hold up to such scrutiny.

  What I found was an empty room, and it looked like I had beaten him back to the room. At least I didn't have anything to explain about, because I really didn't want to have that kind of argument anytime soon. I lost my head for a couple of hours, and I swore to myself that it wouldn't happen again. I saw the light blinking on the phone, and I went over to press the button. “Honey, I'll be there in the morning for sure, and I'll take you out for a late breakfast and then we can do all the touristy stuff.” I suppose it could've been worse, and right now I was only glad that he wasn't here to find me sneaking in after hours.

  I slept like a baby, and I woke up to the smiling face of my husband, as Michael looked down and was watching me sleeping. “You looked so peaceful that I didn't want to make any noise, because I wanted to take a mental picture of just how you are.” That was very romantic, but I wasn't sure if it was going to be enough to salvage this relationship. “I'm going to go shave, and why don’t you find something suitable to wear for breakfast.” He closed the door, then suddenly I got the case of the guilts, and I was this close to unburdening myself, when I saw his laptop sitting there open on the coffee table.

  Something grabbed my attention, and I didn't know quite what it was until I walked over and saw a photograph of Richard O'Connell prominently displayed on the screen. I was aghast, and it totally floored me to see his face in the flesh, especially on my CIA husband’s computer. I really didn't have a chance to read much, but I did get enough information to tell me that he was a person of interest. I'm not exactly sure what that means, but it couldn't be very good if it was on his computer.

  I heard the sound of the water turning off, and I turned towards the window, making it look like I was enjoying the scenery, instead of snooping on his personal privacy. He came out, stopped in the doorway, and then came over to stand behind me. “The scenery is very beautiful, and Japan has good qualities to.” I placed my hands on his, and we just stood there and enjoyed the solitude, until finally he broke away and went over to close the laptop. I guess he thought that he had made a mistake, and instead of making any mention of it, he had decided to turn the tables and make me think of something else.

  “We should get going, as I still want to see the kabuki theater, and we should get there before it gets too busy.” We walked out of there hand in hand, but he wasn't taking any chances, and had his laptop in his laptop bag over his shoulder. That shouldn't have surprised me, because he usually kept his business close at hand. I still didn't know why Richard's face was on his computer, but now I've started to doubt my own reasoning, and went back in my mind to see the gun on the table. There had to be a connection, because those two things couldn't possibly be misconstrued as something else.

  When we got down to breakfast, I saw my paramour sitting alone eating what could only constitute a single soft-boiled egg, two slices of dry toast, and a cup of coffee that was still steaming hot. He didn't even try to make eye contact, and continued to eat his breakfast in peace. We ordered the same Western omelet, and then he excused himself to use the facilities, giving me the occasion to talk to Richard. Could I really take the chance and possibly get caught, or was this too important to let stand for another day.

  “Past…Past.” I was trying to get his attention, without actually turning around and seeing him face-to-face. I heard the sound of a chair behind me moving, and then his voice was crystal clear in my ear.

  “You couldn't stay away, and I don't suppose you have time for a bathroom quickie.” He didn't even give me a chance to say anything, walking past me and going down where the bathrooms were. I would imagine that my husband and him were now seeing each other, and I wasn't sure how would it look if I excused myself, just as he was returning to the table. I wanted to go down to the bathroom with every fiber of my being, so much so that my pussy was juicing with anticipation. His cock was too much to deny, and he had an animal magnetism that was attracting me to him like we were two polar opposites.

  “They do make some amazing Western omelet’s, but nobody does it better than you.” His compliments were falling on deaf ears, and I was only thinking about some way to get into his laptop and find out what was going on for myself. He had even taken the laptop to the bathroom with him, not leaving it out of his sight for one second.

  “Excuse me, but I need to wash up before we go, so why don't you stay here and read the paper from New York.” This hotel had every newspaper known to man, and I already read up on today's local events, not that there was anything really special to report. “I’ll be right back, and then we can take in the sights.” He didn't try to stop me, or even think for a second that I was going
to go back there and warn him, which was something that I was seriously considering doing.

  Going down the hall, I changed my mind and went into the women's room instead, not quite ready to face him and the possible questions that he would have when I revealed what I had just learned.

  Standing at the mirror, I suddenly saw him behind me in one of the stalls, motioning me with his hand to come to join him.