by BWWM Club
She was getting very close; she could feel the orgasm begin to movie inside her, to make her feel loved and full. Rick grabbed her thighs hard and pushed in and out with a faster rhythm. She cried out as she began to climax over and over again. She came in waves, soaking him and the furs beneath them. Rick held her very tight and worked himself repeatedly until he started to climax too.
With his final thrust, he began to cum hard, so hard he thought he might pass out. Rick tried to pull out, but Monique held him tight and didn’t let him go, forcing him to finish inside her. She screamed at the same time he released. Monique had done so because she felt his hot love potion shoot inside her, making her feel very warm and loved on the soft furs. Rick had tensed before climaxing, then jerked on top of her in a series of spasms which let her know he’d climaxed.
They dozed off to sleep in each other’s arms while buried in the furs. Rick kissed her as she drifted off, curled up to him. She felt so warm against his body.
They slept for a few hours until Rick heard a motion outside the warehouse. He shot up in the fur pile and clamped a hand over Monique’s mouth. There were voices outside and the thin walls of the warehouse did not keep them out. He put one finger to his mouth and as a way to warn Monique not to say or do anything. She understood and nodded.
Chapter 8
The sounds of the voices were getting louder. Rick wrapped the furs around him and listened to what was being said.
“And they’re in there?” he heard a voice say.
“Both of them,” another voice confirmed. “The American man and his Black girlfriend. Keep your voice down, he’s experienced and knows how to get out of tight situations. I want them both alive. And I want the super drive as well, so don’t let them damage it.”
Rick returned to Monique, who already had her clothes back on. He rapidly dressed as they heard the sound of footsteps move to the door. Before they could reach the junction box, Rick ran to the outer side, took out his knife and ripped through the connections. There were a few sparks and then silence. As he expected, a power failure would automatically lock down the door. He listened to what was being said on the other side.
“Damn code doesn’t work,” a voice said in Russian. “Are you sure this is the code they gave you? I don’t even get a response.”
“It’s what he gave me. Look, the car we’ve been trying to find is here too. I told you, we can trust them.”
“Then you better call them,” the first voice replied. “Here, take my cell phone.”
Rick took Monique’s hand and walked around the perimeter of the warehouse. The emergency lighting was on which allowed him enough light to see where they needed to go. Rick checked the walls for any quick exit and made sure both the super drive and keys were in his pocket.
“We’ve been betrayed,” he told Monique. “I heard the men talking outside. Someone told them where to find us. They must be with the SVR. I’m going to try and find a way out that we can use. I’ll try and get us to the car.”
“What are we going to do when we reach the car?” Monique asked him. She was terrified and in love at the same time.
“I’ll worry about that when we get to the car.”
Rick found the exit door he was looking for with the same kind of lock bar you would see anywhere in the world. He waited until the sounds became louder on the other end of the building. Whoever was on the phone wasn’t happy this quick tip on where they could be found wasn’t playing out. He heard some angry words spoken in Russian on this end and some garbled ones back on the phone. Rick worried there would be more SVR men luring outside the warehouse and put his hand on the bar.
“Wish me luck,” he told Monique who planted a kiss on his lip. “We get out of here I’m buying you the biggest diamond engagement ring anyone ever saw.”
He slammed his hand onto the bar and the door swung open. There was no one on the other side, but that wouldn’t last long. Rick gently pulled Monique behind him and closed the door as quietly as he could. The door locked itself with a light click, not liable to be heard on the other side of the building. The car they had used was sitting where Rick had parked it and was undisturbed. He could see no other men around the parking lot and the gate was open. For some reason, whoever had come to pick them up was doing it with as little a footprint as possible.
“I’m going to get the car,” he told Monique. “I want you to wait here. I’m going to get in it and hope they don’t see me. When I start the engine up, I’ll leave the passenger door unlocked and drive back here. Do you trust me?”
Monique nodded and tried to hold back a sniffle.
“Good,” he told her, putting another kiss on her lips. “Because I love you.”
Rick slipped into the shadows, doing his best to keep from being seen by the men who were after them. Rick crept silently along the fence line until he reached the car. Rick checked to make sure it was still locked, and then gently opened the door. Too late he remembered the dome light as the car lit-up the back parking lot. He jumped inside and started the car as the sound of men shouting came from the front of the warehouse.
The car raced to the back entrance where Monique was waiting for him. She leaped into the car and slammed the door shut as Rick floored the gas pedal and sent it racing through the parking lot. Two bullets popped through the rear window and Rick used his free hand to push Monique down into the car seat. The car roared out into the main street and flew away from the warehouse.
He drove it through St. Petersburg until Rick was sure he wasn’t being followed. The current state of affairs wouldn’t last. Once the SVR found out he’d flown the nest, they would comb the city looking for him. He was on their turf and it wouldn’t be long until they had them both. This was why it was crucial they make the connection tomorrow with the director. In three hours he could make a phone call to the number given to him and find out if there had been any changes to the meeting he was supposed to have. Until then, they had to find another place to take it easy without attracting attention.
“Your friend sold you out,” Monique finally spoke up. “What are you going to do now?”
“Find us another place to hide,” he told her scanning the buildings near the river for a place to pull over.
It was an hour later when Rick found what he was looking for. Near an embankment on the Neva River he spied twelve cars facing the direction where the sun would be rising. Since he knew why they were all there, he pulled into an empty space between two of them and killed the engine. Without saying a word he left the car and made it appear as if he was checking a tire in the rear of his car. Satisfied no one was watching, Rick ducked over the back of his car and removed the license plate. He went to adjoining car and made sure it had a St. Petersburg plate too, and then he removed it. Without alerting the inhabitants of the car next to him, he switched the plates. Finally, he climbed back in the car and waited.
Monique had fallen back asleep when Rick pulled out of the parking space and took his car back out on the road. He checked his gas gauge and found he still had plenty of fuel to get him through until tomorrow.
When he found another line of cars overlooking the river, Rick pulled into a space and waited. Once again he shut down the engine but this time he stayed in the car. Monique had woken again and was staring at the river and the dark sky. This far north, the sun would only emerge for a brief time and not be out long. It wasn’t quite the midnight sun, but it would get close.
“Where are we?” she asked him.
“At the submarine races,” he snickered. It took Monique a few moments to realize what he said before she leaned over and kissed him.
“I haven’t been to those in a long time,” she told him. The windows were beginning to steam up, as were those on the other cars.
Rick put his mouth to hers and began kissing Monique gently. He slid one had up her dress and found the silk panties underneath. With one hand he pulled them down to her ankles and left them on the floor of his car. While he w
as doing this, Monique was getting his belt unbuckled and his pants unzipped. She pulled them down to his knees and began stroking him. Rick leaned back and let her stroke some more, then he put one hand between her legs and matched her movements. She moaned and continued to jerk on him until she felt his desire begin to reach a climax.
Rick grabbed Monique and lowered him down over him while he remained seated in the car. She made an “O” shape with her mouth as Rick lowered her down on him. Slowly he began rocking her back and forth while she was on top of him. She kissed him on the lips as she went up and down. The motion was precise, but not enough to case the car to rock. Monique turned her head and could see motion going on in the backseat of every other car. She now realized why Rick had chosen this spot to hide out from the law.
Rick felt strong inside her. Again she marveled at how he knew just what parts to touch that made her feel hot and sexy. Rick thrust upward and she put her head next to his neck while trying to hold back a scream. The seat was perfect for them to make love sitting up and the steering wheel tilted back, which allowed her some movement. Rick loved the way her thighs slammed down on him. Monique tossed her head back and moaned as she came up and down repeatedly. She couldn’t remember if she’d ever made love this many times in one twenty-four hour period before. She didn’t think she had, at least not with the same person.
“Oh, Rick, baby,” she whispered in his ear. “You’ve almost got me there; hang on tight because I can’t control myself.” As she told him this, Monique began to gasp and grab the back of his neck. She bit his lip, drawing a little blood as her orgasm hit. Rick felt her mouth open and pushed his tongue in while she kicked back with her feet, striking the underside of the dashboard.
Knowing she was climaxing again drove Rick wild with pleasure. He held her in place on top of him and pushed in far, grabbing her back to keep her in place. As Monique made small noises in the back of her throat, Rick began to pick up speed with his pelvic movements. Soon he was one continuous blur in the front seat of the car as he pushed and pulled into her. He felt himself close and grabbed her as tight as he could.
Rick grunted as he let loose another gusher inside her. Monique almost cried when she felt the relief that came with his hot love inside her. Monique continued to rock back and forth until she was convinced he was finished. She lay on top of him, feeling her soft breathing on her neck. Rick was shrinking inside her, but she knew he’d be ready to go in another hour. She couldn’t believe the staying power this man had. If she had wanted him to hold back for an hour, Monique was certain he would‘ve found a way.
“Jesus,” she told him as Monique was resting on his chest. “You get hard fast. You must be doing something right, lover.”
“It all depends on having the right person,” he told her while kissing her neck. “You make me so hard Monique. All I have to do is remember that nice butt of yours and I’m ready for another round.”
“You are too nice to me,” she said while returning his kisses. “I don’t think I’ve ever done it in a car.”
“I’d like to do it some more,” he told her, “but I need to make a phone call to control in another hour or we’ll lose the only opportunity we have to get out of here.”
“I know,” she responded and climbed off him. Monique pulled her panties up from the floor and put them back on. Rick pulled up his trousers, zipped them back up and buckled his belt. They sat in the line of cars and held hands for a long time.
Finally Rick looked at his dashboard clock and decided it was time. He picked up the burner cell phone he’d bought from a street vendor a week ago and dialed the number the station manager had given him. He waited a few rings and heard it connect. Quite possibly the SVR was listening in to him right now. He didn’t care, they would have no way of knowing what the words he was about to hear meant.
“A snowstorm is headed into the city today,” the voice on the other end told him. “Residents are advised to take the noon train at the first chance before it shuts down from the drifts.” Rick broke the connection and tossed the phone out the window.
“What did you hear?” Monique asked him.
“We have big problems,” he told her. “We can’t even meet with the station manager this morning at the museum. She wants me to meet her at the first plane out to America. I pray to God she’s got new identities ready for the both of us. Because that is the only way we are going to get out of here alive.”
Rick drove the car to the airport and waited. While he sat in the car he used his smart phone to check on the flight schedules of all planes flying direct to America. This would be the method the station director would use to get them out. Thank God he’d brought the super drive along as a bargaining chip. It was the only thing they had on them which made the agency risk taking them out as diplomatic employees. Right now the SVR would be checking traffic cameras and eye-witnesses for a car and passengers matching their descriptions. Ordinarily this would have been a herculean task, but Monique’s prescience made it a lot easier for them. At least it wasn’t as bad as the time he had to get out of Northern China in a town where the sighting of a foreigner could stop traffic.
Rick watched the other cars in the lot carefully. He didn’t know what the SVR tended to use, but he was betting something plain that would not draw too much attention. He parked his car in the end of a long row of vehicles for travelers who were headed overseas. The international section of the lot was huge and took up most of the available parking spaces. He looked at the clock on the dashboard again. They had another half hour.
Monique was scared, but relieved they were almost to the end of their ordeal. All she wanted to do was get out of the city and be home safe. The people who employed Rick would want to talk to them. She expected to be debriefed to some extent, but prayed they would get it over and done with. What could she tell them? It all started with walking into a bomb explosion and got steadily worse.
Pulkovo International Airport had seen many years. It was originally built in 1932 but had taken a constant barrage from German artillery during the Second World War when the Nazi guns had pounded it from the near-by hills. Rebuilt many times over it resembled a modern European airport with shuttle service and long-term parking. They were sitting in the long-term lot waiting for the moment to go into the airport and meet the station manager.
“You really mean to buy me a big diamond engagement ring?” Monique told Rick as she put her head on his chest. It was getting very cold in the car and her jacket wasn’t doing a lot to keep her warm.
“I meant what I said,” he told her. “We just have to get through this mess.”
When he noticed the time was right, Rick opened the car door and looked around. No suspicious looking men in the lot. Perhaps the old license plate switch had worked after all. He helped Monique out and they made their way to the nearest shuttle station. The shuttle bus arrived early and the sullen driver yawned as he opened the door and called out the destinations in several different languages. “Just got two of them,” Monique heard him radio to the terminal as he closed the door and moved on toward their destination. The shuttle made a few more stops, but only picked up a single man this early in the morning. It rumbled up to the terminal a half hour after picking them up. Monique and Rick stepped out to the clean sidewalk in front of the doors with the other passenger as the shuttle rolled off for its next round.
They walked inside the vast terminal hall and pretended to look at the departure and arrival schedules reflected on the wall above them. The place was vast, like so many construction projects built during the Soviet era. But now all kinds of western companies had little stakes all over the terminal and a bored traveler could find something familiar anywhere inside the terminal to remind him or her of home.
“I see you received the message,” the station manager said to Rick. She had appeared out of nowhere and was dressed to resemble a school student from one of the local colleges. She was even carrying a stack of books.
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�Nice outfit,” Rick said to her. “Does the agency provide you with the patent leather shoes or do you buy your own.”
“I’ve got a whole closet full of these outfits,” she confirmed. “But they’re back at the embassy compound.”
“I’ll bet you keep them right next to your rack and spanking bench,” Rick jabbed.
“No,” she contradicted. “I keep those in the basement back in Washington. But enough of the cuteness, do you have the super drive? I’ve got tickets for you booked back to Dulles Airport under the names Bill Smith and Maggie Jones as embassy employees.”
“You’ll see it when we get back,” he told her. “Let’s see the identities first.”
The station manager handed him two envelopes. Inside were documents and ID’s in the names she had given him with air tickets. Rick handed Monique her packet and she looked through it. They had even place current photographs on the passports.
“So how do I know you have the drive?” she asked.
“You don’t,” he told her. “I’m keeping its location safe until we get off the plane at Dulles. I’m not taking any chances.”
The station manager grumbled and walked off. Rick watched as she ditched the school books into the nearest trash can.
They were safely on a plane two hours later. Monique was breathing much easier, but wouldn’t feel truly safe until they landed. It was a long flight with connections at Heathrow until they arrived home nearly a day later.
The flight back to America was uneventful. After what they had endured in less than forty-eight hours, both of them needed a break. Monique slept a lot and held onto Rick’s hand. She became excited when they saw the coast of America looming through the windows. Monique was finally at ease.