Edited by Angel Love
When the tall man revealed his true identity, Auburn Angel found herself full of disbelief and confusion. She said little for she couldn't find the words to describe her true feelings. It was for her the furst time in her life that she felt so puzzled, especially when she remembered her briefing from her CIA Supervisor.
And when she could finally speak again, she said, "But I thought I was supposed to meet Beowulf!"
"One and the same, Miss Fredricks!" the man said as he seated himself across from her at the end of the table. "You expected another?"
Angel's eyes warmed into her pretty smile as the full realization hit her that she was in Ben Rigg's presence, code name Beowulf. He knew she'd come to the acceptance of the complicated scheme, the woven web of intrigue and suspense. Such was, he and she knew, the life of an agent for the CIA or any ally governmental agency.
"Nobody really knows anyone!" Beowulf said to Angel. "Though information is often plentiful."
Rolling her eyes in response, the beautiful Angel said, "Not in the case of the Supervisor!"
Immediate laughter mingled as the two roared in response. After it subsided, however, Angel looked intently into Beowulf's captivating eyes closing her mood to revert back to the plane flight where she so longed to be with Ben, naked and fulfilling his and her every desire. Lustful moments passed between them but no suggestions were ventured. Their eyes locked on the others, stares said it all, while sensations of tingling warmth slowly built their passions.
"You are so photogenic, my dear!" Ben said as he locked her beautiful face in an imaginary picture frame.
"Want that pic now Ben?" she softly said in reply. "I'm ready, completely ready."
"Are you, my dear?" Ben asked, knowing full well that one more bit of information had not been revealed to the lovely lady with Auburn hair. Feeling the familiar warmth between her thighs that she'd always counted on to be her guide, she said, "Ready as ever!"
Ben stood, code name Beowulf and extended his hand to Lucinda, code name Auburn Angel and the two of them walked into another more secluded room where a couch lie across a twelve foot span of carpet. On the wall hung a video screen, quite large, and most likely put there by Beowulf just for the occasion. He seated her on the couch and reached for a remote on a nearby table. Then sitting next to her on the left, he aimed the remote and pressed the start button.
Oblivious to what was coming; the Auburn haired babe nestled into her dream lover's right side as he wrapped his right arm around her shoulder. A few frames passed then she amazingly stared at a picture of herself on the flight, talking to Ben in furst class. At this, her body jumped in surprise. Their conversation fully recorded and clearly understood.
Ben's arm patted her shoulder in a reassuring manner. She liked that, in fact she nestled all the more, although he wondered how she would react in the next few seconds. Four or five seconds passed then the famous "Pic" as she put it was revealed.
Lucinda's body suddenly stiffened as the screen flooded with the colors of a naked lady lying on a large bed, legs spread apart, her pussy filled with a pink, vibrating dildo, and her fingertips working overtime on her fully erect nipples. Her cries of lust filled the hearing of Beowulf and Angel. He wondered if she'd slap him senseless for invading her privacy like he had but she didn't at all. Instead, as the fantasy scene unfolded, she lifted her left leg over his right to signal her desire and approval.
Over and over he heard Video Angel beg him to take her while she plunged her trusty, ribbed rocket deep inside her wanton mound. At one point, it looked like it disappeared beneath her furry intrigue but seconds later; she pulled it out to push it in again. Ben's cock had grown to hardness beneath his slacks so Angel moved quickly to stroke its length.
