Scarlett Kushchenko rubbed lotion over her long, sleek legs, pausing and smiling at the birthmark -- shaped like a phallus -- on the front of her left thigh. Not that she needed any help, but she was sure that birthmark facilitated her getting laid at least a dozen times.
She stopped lotion application once again to inspect her rose-and-briars right ankle tattoo to convince herself it was as colorful as the day it was applied.
Her legs now nice and silky, she straightened up and admired the reflection of her naked body in the hotel full length mirror. She was pleased at how perky her breasts looked. To view the bubble shape of her ass, however, she needed to flip her 42 inch (1.1 m) long Anna-Chapman-red hair off to one side. She laughed to herself thinking about how her hair color was called "Anna-Chapman-red" after her now infamous Russian spy twin sister.
Lastly she scrutinized the curly red-haired landing strip above her otherwise shaved pussy. Yes, its arrowhead shape, pointing to the little bit of heaven she could provide any man lucky enough to interest her, was trimmed perfectly.
Happy with her looks, she pinned her long hair up in the fancy bun she normally wore it in, and retired for the night. Though unhappy that she didn't have a lover, she was certain that her long nimble fingers would release some sexual tension.
Scarlett -- she had her name legally changed from Tatyana -- is what would colloquially be known as a "piece of work," as well as a "great piece of ass." There almost wasn't a job she couldn't do, a feat she couldn't perform, a guy she couldn't seduce. She had worked as -- sometimes two or three professions at the same time --a school teacher, cocktail waitress, actress, stockbroker, children's book author and editor (Rapunzel was her favorite classic fairy tale), personal trainer, and sailing instructor, among others. But now she had found her real calling -- trade secret "liberator" [thief]. In her present occupation her sassy mouth, sharp wit, and quick temper, could often work to her advantage.
To steal trade secrets you have to be smart, cunning, fearless, and most of all sexy and willing to take advantage of the inability of the male protector of the confidential information to think when his cock fills with blood. Scarlett was good -- no, actually she was terrific -- at what she did. She vowed never to end up being apprehended, like her sister Anna was. Scarlett had learned what her KGB father had taught them far better than her twin.
Her upcoming job was her most unusual to date. A competing web site was willing to pony up $250,000 if Scarlett could steal the source code of Literotica, the worldwide leader in erotic stories. There had to be a guy somewhere who had access to it and where there was a guy there was a fuck, and where there was a fuck there was a theft.
She found that the technical director of Literotica, who went only by his screen name "Prodigal," was to be at a conference in Washington D. C. After that he was taking a mini-vacation white water rafting on the Cheat and Youghiogheny rivers in West Virginia. Scarlett decided the raft trip was the place to seduce him, and during the trip, or immediately thereafter, steal a flash drive with the source code on it. So Scarlett signed up for the same adventure.
The trip was to be four days; an introductory party the first night at a first lodge then three days of rafting with stays at different lodges each night.
While introductions were being made by the trip guides at the party everyone laughed at Prodigal's name. Well actually the men laughed. The women just stared slack jawed. Prodigal was a hunk and a half, about 6'2" (1.9 m) tall, probably 210 pounds (95 kg), with bulging arm and leg muscles, surfer blond hair, and a movie-star handsome face. You could see his muscles since despite what would be considered chilly October air outside he was the only one wearing a short sleeve shirt and bicycle pants.
Scarlett decided this was going to be more fun than she had thought. She quickly went to her room before the party got in full swing and changed into her high tech clothes. They flattered her but that wasn't all they were good for.
She had already decided to use her "coy-deploy-enjoy" technique which was facilitated by the fact that most of the women on the trip were fawning over Prodigal. She made sure to stay in his line of vision and could tell that he was almost constantly checking her out -- shit, what a surprise; she was Anna Chapman's twin for God's sake!
Coy: Every time he started to approach her she would subtly move away or go up to one of the guides in a flirtatious manner. She was almost cornered once but escaped into the Ladies room. Finally she detected a resigned look on his face -- time for the next stage.
Deploy: Walking like she was a little bit tipsy, but not drunk, she strolled right next to Prodigal, with him on her left and partially turned to face her. Without looking at him as she got right next to him she pushed a button on an actuator causing the 3 inch heel on her left shoe to collapse inwardly "causing" her to stumble into him. He instinctively grabbed her tear-away blouse to hold her up, ripping it off and exposing her bare tits as she gently fell to the floor.
Prodigal was shocked but couldn't help staring at her beautiful breasts while holding her blouse in his hands. Scarlett pretended that she was dazed and made no attempt to cover up her boobs. After she was sure Prodigal got a good look she extended her hand and asked if he could help her up, which he was quick to do.
"Can I have my blouse back to cover up please?"
"Oh, uh, oh yeah, sorry," Prodigal stammered while handing her the torn tunic. Then he continued "I really, really, did not mean to do that."
Pretending she was somewhat miffed Scarlett said: "I guess you don't know your own strength. Listen, Samson, can you help me back to my room, and carry my shoe with the broken heel?"
"Oh, yeah, sure, anything," Prodigal replied as he picked up the damaged footwear only too anxious to assist.
With that, Scarlett let Prodigal hold her up by her left arm, covered her right boob with her torn blouse so he could still see most of her left boob, and rather than taking her good, right, shoe off, limped along with one shoe on and one off to her room.
Enjoy: When they got to Scarlett's room, it was clear that Prodigal was chagrined -- he had profusely apologized the entire way. After Scarlett opened the door he asked if there was anything he could do to help.
"Yes. Please help me to my bed and be sure to close the door, I don't want anyone looking in at me in this condition."
"Yeah, sure," Prodigal murmured as he did as told.
"Listen, I don't want to keep calling you Samson, what is your name?"
"Prodigal."
"If you leave my room will you ever return?" Scarlett chuckled, pleased with her little joke.
Prodigal laughed, "I haven't heard that one before," trying to be nice, but knowing she wouldn't believe that.
Scarlett put her left foot up on the mattress and winced.
"Something wrong?" Prodigal asked.
"My ankle is sore. Could you check it out to see if there is something broken?" With that she scooted back on the bedspread, causing her skirt to bunch up near her crotch.
Prodigal sat down on the mattress, lifting Scarlett's left foot onto his lap. When he looked over at Scarlett she didn't make eye contact with him; she pretended to just look at her foot while still wincing. He got a different look. Somehow she was having a hard time covering up that left tit, which was still plainly visible, and since she had no panties he gazed upon her birthmark then straight up from there upon the arrowhead of red hair -- which focused his eyes directly on her bare pussy. Instant Hard-On!
As Prodigal perfunctorily massaged Scarlett's foot she moved it directly into contact with his rising flagpole causing it to immediately harden even more. After a few torturous seconds, Scarlett pretended to notice Prodigal's hard-on. She started sobbing, and leaned forwarded.
"What's wrong?"
"Men can always tell when a woman is in need of sex, can't they."
"What?"
"I see your manhood growing. You could tell I haven't been laid in too long and will try to take advantage of me, won't you?" Scarlett continued as her ripped blouse now dropped completely from her hands.
Prodigal was dumbfounded, even more so when Scarlett leaned forward further and started to sob on his shoulder. Her bare tits were pressing into his chest and arm. Her skirt had ridden up even more and her pussy lips had parted slightly.
"This was your plan from the first time you saw me, wasn't it?" Scarlett challenged as she raised her teary face from his shoulder and put it right next to his.
By now Prodigal was virtually slobbering and of course unable to think since his dick had hijacked all his blood. Regardless of what he told himself on the conscious level there was no way he could deny that subconsciously he wanted to fuck this woman's brains out. He kissed her then they lay down on the bed next to each other as his hands explored her creamy breasts and she put her arms around his neck.
Not only was fucking Prodigal the most important part of her plan, Scarlett liked this guy's looks, and he was a really good kisser. So this wasn't going to be simply a "hook 'em" fuck -- she would make sure that their upcoming fuck was going to be one he'd write about in his memoirs.
Scarlett was an expert at making a guy think he was in control during sex when in fact she was the puppeteer. It wasn't five minutes before her skirt -- her last article of clothing -- was completely off as was his shirt, shoes, pants, and socks -- everything but his boxers with his cock sticking through the fly.
Scarlett turned him on his back, scooted around so that she was straddling him with her ass in his face, and moved his boxers off, with Prodigal only too willing to help by lifting up his ass.
She was pleased to see he had an attractive and meaty dick, and low hanging testicles. She sucked him like a vacuum for a few minutes while caressing his balls and mumbling with her mouth full of cock for him to stick his finger in her ass -- which he obliged. Once Prodigal was groaning like a zombie she stuffed his woody into her cunt and started riding him reverse cowgirl. Not your normal reverse cowgirl. As she rode him she arched her back, continued to knead his balls with both hands, and yelled at him to finger her ass.
