[The Shifters Committee 05.0] Sensual Hero

by Rebecca Foxx

  “Sweaty and wet?” Monica’s mind went off in one direction. She imagined Mathew’s lean muscular body on top of her. She imagined his hips grinding into hers. She closed her eyes and let out a low moan.

  “Everything ok? Do you need me to pull over?”

  Monica opened her eyes and looked towards Mathew. Her eyes were full of lust and desire. But when she realized that she had just drifted off into a sexual fantasy she turned away from him and blushed.

  “Yes, I’m fine,” she said. She could feel the dampness between her legs so she quickly crossed them and smoothed down her sundress. Mathew’s eyes drifted over towards her legs and lingered there for a moment. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him lick his lips. She wanted to ignore him, to pretend as if she didn’t see the desire etched on his face but the force of attraction between them was too strong. She turned towards him and gazed deeply into his beautiful, dilated blue eyes as she bit her lip.

  He turned back towards the long stretch of highway in front of them. And then he slyly let his hand rest on her plump thigh. It was the kind of bold move that most men would not have even attempted. And that’s part of what turned her on so much about that simple touch. His strong, pale hand looked so firm and sexy on her luscious caramel skin. She had never before considered just how much of a turn on that contrast in skin tones could be. Her body trembled with pleasure. Her panties were almost completely soaked. Mathew made a move to withdraw his hand. But she stopped him by placing her hand on top of his.

  “That feels so good,” she said. “Don’t stop. Not yet.”

  “You have beautiful legs. So full and sexy. And the color is the most beautiful that I’ve ever seen.”

  Monica leaned back in the seat and uncrossed her legs. She closed her eyes and a satisfied smile spread across her face. She would not have stopped him if he had slipped his fingers into her panties.

  “We should probably wait until we get to our destination before we continue this. We’ll have plenty of time to pick up where we left off.”

  Monica sighed. Her eyes remained closed for several more seconds as she fantasized about finally feeling Mathew inside of her. She was ready and willing to surrender to him. No man had ever made her feel so desired.

  For the next hour, they continued heading west on Interstate 70. Country music played on the car radio and every now and then they would turn and stare at each other warmly.

  “You see that sign?” Mathew said.

  Monica looked out the window. The highway sign read: Mount Evans and Echo Lake 5 Miles.

  “Is that where we’re going?”

  “Yes, it is. It’s one of the most beautiful places in the Centennial State.”

  Monica was excited that Mathew had chosen to take her to a scenic location well outside of the city.

  “We’ll drive up to the top of the mountain so you can get a feel for that rarefied Rocky Mountain air. And then we’ll head down to the base of the mountain for a little picnic.”

  “But we didn’t bring any food.”

  “Do you think I’d bring you all the way out here without having already planned our meal for us? Do you?”

  He turned to look at her with a sly smile on his lips. And once again he let his firm, masculine hand slide onto her thigh. She sighed deeply. Her whole body quivered with pleasure. She couldn’t wait for them to finally get to the destination so that they could really be intimate.

  “Just sit back, baby. And let me handle everything like a man is supposed to.”

  Those words were so comforting for her. Back in New York, she might have hesitated before allowing a man to completely be in charge. She would have reacted defensively to any assertions of male dominance. But out of here in this pristine, natural environment she had a very different reaction. She had no problem at all with him taking control because deep down she knew that that was something that she had long desired.

  Mathew drove his white pick-up truck to the top of the 14, 260-foot peak. After he parked the car in a designated area, they got out and walked hand in hand towards several groups of tourists. It was Mathew that had reached out for her hand. That really turned her on. He was clearly showing her his interest. The view from the top of Mount Evans was unlike anything Monica had ever experienced. There was nothing like this in Manhattan. There was something spiritual and romantic about this kind of intense natural beauty. It was like she could look into the heavens, which appeared so close. The white-capped mountains were like something out of a movie. This was such a contrast to the drab New York skyscrapers.

  Mathew wrapped his arm around her shoulder. She nestled her body into his chest. “I’ve never seen anything like this. Do you come here often?”

  “Only on special occasions.”

  Monica looked up into Mathew’s smiling blue eyes. “Is this a special occasion?”

  “Very much so.”

  She took his chin in her hands and pulled him towards her. They kissed slowly and gently on the lips.

  They stayed at the top of the mountain for another twenty minutes, before hopping back in the car and driving to the Echo Park, which was located at the base of the mountain. They parked and walked to the picnic area.

  Monica had thought that maybe Mathew had kept picnic food somewhere in the truck. But apparently not. She tried to figure out what he had meant when he said that he had already planned their meal. She hoped that he didn’t mean that they would be eating whatever food was available in the picnic area.

  But as it turned out she wouldn’t be at all disappointed.

  “Is that all for us?” She asked as they approached a blanket with an array of dishes spread out on it.

  Mathew turned towards her and smiled. There was an Asian woman in a white apron standing by the blanket.

  She greeted them with a bow. Monica couldn’t believe it. Once again he had surprised her. What a thoughtful, romantic man!

  “Of course, this is all for us,” he said. I had sushi delivered from one of the most popular restaurants out here: Tommy Tsunami’s Pacific Diner. I know that New York is known for some great sushi. So I wanted to show you that wouldn’t have to give up that pleasure if you moved out here.”

  Monica smiled and snuggled even tighter to Mathew. The woman in the white apron told them what each of the dishes were: spider roll, California roll, steamed pork dumplings, eel, and several more. Monica was hardly paying attention to what the woman was saying. She wanted her to leave so that she and Mathew could be alone. And soon enough they were.

  Along with the delicious food, they also enjoyed a bottle of white wine. It wasn’t long before the wine went to both of their heads. That’s when they began cuddling and kissing.

  “You have such soft lips,” Mathew said.

  Monica smiled and planted a few more kiss on his lips. His firm hands gripped her breasts and squeezed. Monica closed her eyes and sighed. Each time he touched her like that electric sparks shot through her body.

  “I’ve never been so turned on by a woman,” Mathew said. “I want to take you right here. I’m not going to be able to contain myself much longer.”

  Those were the words that Monica had been waiting to hear. She took a quick glance around the picnic area. There was no one there except them. This was a crazy and spontaneous thing to do but she was ready for it. This is something that she would never have considered doing back in New York. But being in this natural environment seemed to bring out her primal instincts.

  “Do you really think that we should be doing this?” She asked, wanting to know just how badly he desired her.

  “It’s all I’ve been thinking about for days. I can’t get you out of my mind,” Mathew said staring directory into her eyes. His dilated pupils indicated that he was clearly on fire with desire.

  As they French-kissed and hungrily clawed at each other’s body, Monica’s hand slipped down to the hard bulge in Mathew’s jeans. Without thinking about what she was doing, she began furiously undoing his belt buckle and un
buttoning his jeans. She shoved her hand into his boxers and took hold of his hard shaft. It felt so full and stiff in her fingers.

  “Oh, your hand feels so good on me.”

  Monica pulled the hard cock out of the boxers and marveled at it. It was the most beautiful cock that she had ever seen. The shaft was long and thick. And the head was pink and bulbous. She couldn’t wait to feel it pushing inside of her. There was no question that it would fill her up.

  Mathew pulled her dress up over her head. She undid her bra and her full breasts spilled out onto her chest. Mathew’s eyed grew wide and he immediately began sucking hungrily at her nipples, first the right, then left. Her cute brown nipples were hard and sensitive. She closed her eyes and moaned as she stroked the hard cocky in her hand. Mathew reached a firm hand into her panties and slid a finger into her wet pussy. Then she could feel the panties sliding down her legs.

  “Oh, my God you’ve got me so hard.”

  “I want you inside of me now.”

  Within seconds, Mathew was on top of her, pressing his lean muscular body into her soft brown flesh. He began angling his stiff cock into her. As he slowly pushed into her, Monica let her fingernails dig into his back. She had never felt such a tight fit. He was stretching all of her walls.

  “That feels so good,” she said. “So so good.”

  “I can’t believe how tight you are,” Mathew said as he began slowly thrusting in and out. Monica could feel her juices dripping down her thighs. She squeezed Mathew’s tight ass and urged him to fuck her harder and deeper. He obliged. He made her cum two, three, maybe four times. She had completely lost control of her body. She had never felt anything like that before. When Mathew finally came, they collapsed into each other’s arms, panting, sweating, and satisfied.

  THE END

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  White Lie

  Chapter One

  Going to the Caribbean for vacation was the kind of thing that people dreamed of. Being sent to the Caribbean on assignment was the chance of a lifetime. Jada was not taking any of it for granted.

  The waters were clear and tranquil, the heat stifling. Jada was not sure how long the assignment would last, but she was grateful for the opportunity to further her career. It was unheard of for an intern to be able to come on assignment, but her boss had seen potential in her and asked her to tag alone.

  She had not been briefed on anything so showing up in the Grand Cayman Islands was bit of a surprise. They were not allowed to know what assignment they were on so that information was not leaked.

  Her boss, Charlie B was front and center to discuss the intelligence for the assignment.

  "We have billionaire Lucas Davis under surveillance which has brought us here to the Grand Caymans. He has been laundering money here from his side businesses where he has been embezzling. Our task is to catch up with him, finish tracking down the necessary paper trail, and bring Davis in. The charges will include racketeering and embezzling. If there are other charges, you will be informed.

  "The key here is not to tip him, or any of his partners off. If they get the slightest wind that we are on their trail, they will disappear once again. It took more than two months to get on their trail here, so we can't blow it. Is everyone on the same page about that?"

  There was a collective agreement in the room and then everyone was dismissed.

  "Jada, I would like to speak to you if I could."

  "Sure, Charlie."

  Charlie and Jada stood to the side, waiting for everyone else to file out of the conference room.

  "Are you prepared to make the changes that you want to make in your career?"

  "I am."

  Charlie placed his hand on her shoulder. "I mean today, Jada. Things will change for you today."

  "Today?"

  "Yes, today. We need you to step up and do something a little different than what you expected. We aren't going to just use you as an intern, Jada."

  She was confused. "What do you mean, Charlie?"

  "We need someone beautiful to lure our operative in. And we want that person to be you."

  Speechless, Jada tried to come up with the words to describe how she felt in the moment.

  "You really don’t have much time to think about it, Jada. We have to act fast if we are going to capture Davis."

  "Yes," she blurted out. "I'll do it. What's next?" The rush was exhilarating and she could not believe that she had accepted the task. It had been hard enough getting an internship with the FBI, so she wanted to climb the ranks whatever way possible. It seemed that the opportunities were going to continue to present themselves. She just had to be ready.

  "You will receive an email with details. But it is very basic, although dangerous work. You are essentially the eye candy that helps us to keep Lucas Davis on our radar."

  Wiping her palms on the thighs of her jeans, Jada tried to make sense of all that was happening.

  "Let's get to work then."

  Charlie B smiled. "You won't regret it. This is going to mean a lot for your career and you are just getting started."

  "That's good to know. I am ready to get my career started."

  "We'll brief before this evening. Right now, we have to get a bit of rest, check in and get surveillance underway. I will be in touch. Enjoy the little bit of leisure time that you will have today."

  What had just happened? Somehow, her position as an intern had been massively upgraded to becoming part of a surveillance team. She would actually get a chance to participate in a sting. All of her contemporaries and supervisors were watching. There was really no need to pressure herself, but it was hard not to when so much was on the line.

  Chapter Two

  Sitting by the bar, with the lush scenery, and the water so close by, this appeared to be a dream job. But what Jada was doing was nothing to play with. Luring Lucas Davis was going to be nothing but work. Work that would help Jada join the ranks of the FBI sooner than she anticipated.

  The bartender served her drink, and Jada gave him a smile. How long would she have to wait until Lucas entered the small bar area? Surveillance showed for the past few days that he was a creature of habit. He'd shown up here for an afternoon cocktail each day that week. It was a long shot, but Jada was planted there in the event that he continued with his behavior.

  Lucas Davis could not be hard to miss. He was six foot three, blue eyes, and dirty blonde hair with model like features. During the briefing, Jada had been provided with several pictures of what he looked like so she would definitely recognize him when she saw him.

  Nursing her drink, she continued to scan the small crowd. She'd even turned down a few offers to dance, although she wanted to soak up all of the atmosphere.

  By the time she got to the bottom of her drink, Jada was convinced that tonight Lucas had decided to forego his afternoon cocktail. She reached in her purse to tip the bartender.

  "No. I can get that for the lady. And hopefully she will stay long enough to have another drink with me. Since I have just arrived and it looks like she is leaving."

  Jada turned in the direction of the smooth baritone voice. The man stood smiling before her. She was sure that it was Lucas Davis.

  "I may be persuaded if the company is right."

  He slid onto the bar stool next to her. "Hopefully you will find my company appealing as I find you. I'm Lucas."

  He held his hand out to her in a greeting.

  "Pleasure to meet you, Lucas. Jada."

  "Jada. You are absolutely stunning. But I'm sure that you hear that all of the time."

  "As a woman, I can never hear it enough. Thank you, Lucas."

  "Bartender, the lady will have another of what she just had. And I will have a bourbon, neat."

  "Actually," Jada interrupted. "I'd like to have an amaretto sour. I haven't had one of those in a long time."

  "The lady wi
ll have what it is she wants," he replied to the bartender. "I like a woman that knows what she likes."

  "I'm still a woman. I can be very indecisive at times. But that's my prerogative."

  Lucas chuckled as the drinks were served. "I like your style, Jada."

  They toasted to their meeting and took first sips.

  "The islands are beautiful. Do you come here often, Lucas?"

  He shook his head. "First time here. I am absolutely loving it. It's one of the most beautiful places that I've ever been. What about you?"