Previous Chapter: Along the Mediterranean Shore
I’ve been enjoying the delicious food and basking in the sun for a couple of days and am starting to get a little bored. Though there are plenty of attractive women on the beaches, many sunning themselves topless, none of them are particularly drawing my eye. So far none have been aggressive enough to come on to me. Since I haven't had the activation energy to take on the task myself, my job-imposed celibacy has continued. As I predicted when I was with Isabel, all encounters since then, about eighteen months, have been pale reminders of our time together. I barely see skinny blondes now and even skinny brunettes tend to be overlooked. Now I almost exclusively see curvy brunettes with long wavy hair. I’m not used to this level of obsession. I don't remember being this focused on one woman even back in adolescence.
With my eyes not finding what they’re looking for on this beach, I decide to head back to the hotel for a shower and a meal. Perhaps I’ll cut my “vacation” short and head back to the “office.” Even though I’m off the job, I have deeply ingrained habits of observation and regularly catalog the people around me, be they in cars, walking, eating at cafes, etc. It’s almost automatic and requires very little energy on my part. Indeed, I imagine it would require a lot of focus to attempt to turn it off. As such, I’m constantly scanning the area, noting everything. With my current obsession, I automatically fixate on a curvy brunette at a cafe a block ahead. Seeing her looking at me, it’s clear she sees through my casual disguise as a local. The shock of recognition almost makes me give up a tell. It’s Isabel, as beautiful as ever!
During the couple of amazing days we spent together, we discussed signals we could give each other in the event we happened to bump into one another. I flashed the signal that I was not on a job, she responded that she was and would find me later. Wow! Talk about unexpected! I walk by her, carefully noting the details of her surroundings. She’s sitting with another woman and both appear to be on some sort of surveillance. No sign of Jeff or Eric. I feel sure I would recognize them. Though, I suppose, they could’ve learned a few things since we worked together.
I head back to the room, visions of Isabel's loveliness floating in my head. The other women I’d been considering, all forgotten in an instant. I take a cold shower - Isabel has that strong effect on me. Afterwards, I head down to the restaurant for a meal. Normally, I choose a location where I can easily see, but am not easily seen. This time I pick a spot more obvious. I have no idea when she’ll show up. It might even be hours. But no sense in making her work too hard. I have a lovely meal, possibly made better by fantasies, and idly enjoy some decaf coffee. It’s late afternoon. I’m feeling like having the afternoon siesta so common in these areas of the world. I head back to my room intending on a short nap, then come up with some way to amuse myself until Isabel is free.
I wind up sleeping longer than I’d intended; the sun is down and there’s just a bit of twilight. I awaken as Isabel enters the room. Once I realize it’s her, I relax and put my gun back under the pillow. She’s quite fetching in her short, thin white dress. It admirably shows off her tan skin and dark hair. She walks over to the bed and sits down next to me, leaning over to give me a kiss. I wrap my arms around her and pull her toward me, relishing her curves. We enjoy this for a while, then she sits up to indicate she’s ready to talk. To tease her a bit for teasing me, I get up from the bed to pull the curtains and reveal that I’m in my birthday suit and am at full attention. As I return, she turns on a light and watches me closely as I stop in front of her. I can see all she’s wearing is the dress. I run my eyes all over her body and linger on her amazing thighs. She waves her hands over her lap to get my attention, so I look at her face. This is also easy to do. Everywhere I look seems to be more beautiful than the last.
She asks in French with a Spanish accent, "Can I get your attention for a few minutes?"
I reluctantly accede to her request and throttle back my thoughts.
"I’m here on a job, as I communicated earlier, but have been having some trouble. Meeting you is very well timed."
That does get my attention. I guess I can think about work for a few minutes.
"What do you have in mind? I’m between contracts, but am reluctant to work for free. However, if we can spend a week together afterwards, I can see doing some pro bono work."
"I have a budget, though probably not enough to accommodate your usual going rate, at least based on the last time we worked together. I can certainly pay any expenses, so the time you spend here won't cost you anything."
Though not what I’d been thinking about since I saw her earlier, I ask her to give me some details. She’s here with this other woman, Tessa, on an observation job. They’ve been watching their target for several weeks now, know his too-ings and fro-ings, and have reported back to their management. It seems that management wants a hit on the target, though, she says, it’s not crystal clear that they’re unanimous. She’s been thinking about how she and Tessa could go about an assassination, but cold blooded killing is not a strength for either one. They’ve been trained, of course, but given the target's level of protection, they’re not sure they can get close enough to be confident of their kill without putting one or the other in jeopardy. Given the wishy-washy direction from management, they’ve so far only been planning. If I get involved, they’ll have a more viable option should management give the go ahead.
I keep getting little stutters in my brain. Once again, I’m being maneuvered into working with a team. The little complaints get quieter and quieter, as I run my eyes up and down her body, until eventually they’re silenced. At least for now.
I’ve fallen below half staff while we’re having our discussion. Towards the end of her briefing, she starts to ramp her sex appeal back up. I begin to rise to attention once again. She watches me rise, spreading her legs to keep pace. The light next to the bed throws a shadow between her legs, I sure hope she’s stuck with Brazilian. She leans back partway, relaxing on her arms and spreads her legs wider. So amazingly flexible! Her dress rides up and the light reveals: yes indeed, still with my favorite. I lean forward to kiss her amazing thighs, alternating back and forth, working my way toward the center. Her intoxicating scent fills my nose again, bringing back the memories of our last time together. She props herself up so she can once again study me as I attend to her. Since our last time together, I’ve paid more attention to the women during lovemaking. While I often get lots of stares at my body as I reveal it, I rarely get such an intent look directly into my eyes. I wonder if it’s part of her lure training or if it’s something special about me.
As we come together, she rolls over on top and leans forward, allowing her hair to fall around my face. Her sense of urgency surprises me. More surprising still, I’m matching it. It seems like she’s been left alone the time we’ve been apart. I haven’t seen anyone react this quickly before. Her gyrations and moaning, coupled with my anticipation, bring me quickly to the edge. It’s been years since it was this fast for me. I explode inside her as she’s coming. Only on a handful of occasions has the timing worked such that I climax with my partner. She heaves a huge sigh and leans forward on me. I’m fairly well spent as well. It seems all the anticipation acted as mental foreplay. We just hug for a while, then she climbs off to lie beside me in my arms.
I imagine this is an aspect of “paying it forward.” She wants something from me, so gives me something in advance. A deposit, if you will. I certainly don’t mind. She’s everything I’ve been obsessing about. If doing additional work for her will get me more of this action, I’m all for it.