Note- Next Bond movie in sequence to receive my upgraded treatment. I do not own the rights to the James Bond movies, nor the novels by Ian Fleming. This is just a fun story for fans only. For Honor Blackman and Shirley Eaton, two of our finest English actresses.
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Miami Beach, 1964
James Bond was the first to admit his vices. Alcohol, cigarettes and women, in no particular order. Whichever came up first really, and today it was a woman.
Earlier he had met his old friend, CIA operative Felix Leiter who had given him a note from 'M' requesting that he keep an eye on an Auric Goldfinger, apparently British and involved in reputable worldwide interests.
Bond was resting at the Fontaineblue Hotel by the beach after a recent successful mission in Mexico when Leiter had approached him.
At the hotel outdoor pool where Goldfinger had a daily card game with a gullible businessman, 007 had quickly figured out the large villain was cheating. From the angle of Goldfinger's seat, his opponent had his back to the hotel building, Bond had surmised someone with powerful lenses could see the playing cards and relay the details to an earpiece.
The British secret agent gained access to the precise room, number 200, that overlooked the card table and discovered the stunning form of a slim blonde in a her underwear.
The girl rested on her stomach as she spoke in an attractive English voice over a speaker. In the afternoon heat she had stripped down to a black bra and black silk briefs. Her bunched buttocks stuck up in the air and the briefs tightened around her barely concealed vagina.
Bond crept up as she spoke to Goldfinger, relaying cards for him, and turned off the connection.
"Who are you!" She screamed.
The shocked girl had the most bluest of blue eyes, and the palest blonde hair. It fell heavily about her creamy shoulders and led his eye to her generous bosom. In her bare feet she looked to be quite tall, maybe five feet seven, her arms and legs firm, like a swimmer.
007 bent over and peered through the fixed binoculars and saw the whole crooked setup.
"Bond, James Bond. What's your name?"
"Jill, Jill Masterson."
"Tell me Jill, why does he do it?"
"He likes to win."
"Lets have some fun, hmm?"
Bond turned the radio connection back on.
"Listen up Goldfinger, unless you want the Miami Beach Police involved in your little caper I suggest you start losing. Am I clear? Nod if so."
The big man nodded and Bond looked back at Jill. Her breath was settled after the shock of his entrance and her breasts rose and fell in a steady rhythm. He was unable to tear his gaze from her splendid form, and his desire to have her was enormous.
Jill had spent two tedious days alone in the hotel room helping Goldfinger cheat, then in the evening taking his arm as he paraded her around town.
"I'm beginning to like you Mister Bond."
"Call me James. Well that should keep him busy for a while. How about dinner? I know the best place in town."
With agonising slowness their faces came close and he took her full lips on his and kissed her hard. She responded in kind and nearly swooned when his warm body pressed to hers. His fingers deftly unhooked her bra, slid it over her arms and cupped her wonderful breasts.
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Back in his room James Bond had ordered room service and the pair of them had enjoyed a fine repast, then with an unadulterated urgency they had stripped and tumbled naked onto his bed.
Jill reached out to his hard, lean body and gazed deeply into his dark eyes.
"Love me, James." She sighed.
He looked into her face, her dark brows contrasted with her fair hair and complexion. She had a superb bone structure and long legs. His right hand stroked the snowy white skin of her inner thigh and she blushed like a schoolgirl. A smile came over his lips as he caressed her burning cheek with his fingertips.
Jill leaned up to kiss him, and slyly she grabbed his swollen cock in her left hand which gave them both a surge of lust. Their hungry mouths opened and their tongues touched.
Bond moved his hand down her left shoulder until he reached the big left boob. The nipple was proud and erect and Jill experienced a flutter down between her thighs and a tiny spasm in her pussy.
"My darling." She sighed as he grew bolder and bent his head to her firm breast and bit lightly on the pointed tip.
Her fist tightened on his stiff cock as she was lost in the height of passion. As the secret agent continued to suck on her globe his hand found her wet quim, and the soft hair. He tickled her a moment, then she released a squeal as he ran one finger along the moistened slit.
Jill sank back on the soft pillows and put her hands behind her head when her lover went low and slid his tongue between her outer lips. He worked his way inside the warm folds and gave vigorous prods with the extended top of his tongue.
"Oh...my...goodness..." She cooed as she squirmed on her ass.
Bond widened her well shaped thighs and went for her clitoris. The golden downy pubes were almost transparent on her labia and his tongue darted on the tiny hood. Jill dissolved into a puddle of ecstasy as he licked her hard nub and fingered her at the same time. Her pussy quivered with delightful tingles as her left hand came to her flat stomach and rubbed herself.
The aroused spy felt his throbbing cock bob up and down by itself, as if battery operated, and he desired nothing more than to slip it past the red lips of Jill's mouth. He stopped his assault on her cunt and brought his aching member up to her face.
"Kiss it my dear."
Her wide blue eyes stared at the purple tipped weapon and kissed it with the gentlest touch.
"Now open your mouth."
