This is the forty-fifth episode of my unreliable memoirs recounting sexual encounters in the nineteen eighties. Each episode is self-contained, so you can read them without having read the previous ones.
The episode is written from Lesley's perspective.
I hope you enjoy it.
M4bloke
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Chapter 1 - Back in the USA
I'd never been to America before going to visit Astrid and Paul Walmsley in Colorado back in June. Now, less than two months later, I was back again, this time in Washington D.C.
It was work for Steven. At least the first part was, but I'd convinced him that rather than return to England on the Wednesday evening we could drive to New York and stay with Astrid and Paul then fly direct to Geneva to start our holiday. Peters, Daniel's chauffer would take care of Steven's bike and our luggage, delivering them, along with Daniel's to the hotel in Annecy.
Like I'd told Daniel, Steven was living life at a hundred miles an hour at the moment. It worried me because I knew how focussed he could become at times like this and I could see it was already happening.
Sunday began as a whirlwind of activity, culminating in us getting on the plane Heathrow. After that, Steven just wanted to sleep. We hadn't discussed the night before at the swingers' party like we usually did and I decided that now was not the time to tell Steven about my new job. In fact I was beginning to feel guilty about wanting to come to Washington with him at all. I worried that I was just going to be a burden.
The time difference between London and Washington is manageable and it worked in our favour. We arrived mid-afternoon and got to our hotel, which was just a stone's throw away from the White House by six in the evening.
When we checked in, the hotel receptionist told Steven that a gentleman was waiting for us in the lobby. A smartly dressed black man in a blue suit looked up at us as the receptionist pointed him out and he got up out of his chair to greet us.
"Mr and Mrs Carter, I'm Agent Collins, Diplomatic Security Service."
"Pleased to meet you Agent Collins," Steven said unfazed. "General Buchan said he'd try to secure your services but I wasn't sure if he had."
"What General Buchan wants, General Buchan usually gets," Agent Carter chuckled. "My instructions are to escort Mrs Carter while you are with the General. Is that correct?"
"It is," Steven confirmed.
"Do I need this, Steven?"
"Washington is beautiful city with plenty to see Mrs Carter, but stray too far off the beaten track and it has an ugly side to it."
"But what if I don't know where I want to go?"
"Then I'd be happy to act as your guide Ma'am. General Buchan has arranged for you to take a tour of the White House. If you haven't already seen it, that is."
"You're kidding, I'd love that," I said, looking at Steven for his approval. "And if I wanted to go out for a run tomorrow morning?"
"Then tell me what time and how far you want to go and I can figure out a route."
"Could we say eight and around three to five miles?"
"Then I'll see you in the lobby at eight Ma'am."
"Do you have a first name Agent Collins?"
"Tyrone, Ma'am."
"Can I call you that?"
"Of course."
"You can call me Lesley, if you like."
"I'm afraid that won't be possible Ma'am."
"Ah, right..."
That evening Steven and I ate in the Hotel restaurant. I could see he was deep in his thoughts so I left him to them. When we went to bed there was no sex but he let me cuddle into him like I usually did and we both drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 2 - Washington
On Monday morning Steven got up early for a breakfast meeting with the Obermann Corporation lawyers before meeting with General Buchan. There was nothing I could do for him, so I left him to get on with it. Before leaving, he kissed me and I wished him luck.
I thought I should turn up promptly for my morning run so made sure I was in the lobby ten minutes early having already stretched. Agent Collins was, of course, already there.
"Good morning Tyrone," I said jauntily.
"Good morning Mrs Carter," he replied, smiling.
Agent Carter wore a pair of long, gym style, shorts and a baggy hooded sweatshirt. I couldn't tell if he was armed or not and my curiosity got the better of me.
"Are you carrying a gun?" I asked.
"It goes with job," he said, lifting the sweatshirt up to reveal a glimpse of his holster as well as a set of rock hard abdominal muscles.
"Just checking," I said cheekily.
"I've got a route in mind that's going to take you past many of Washington's famous monuments. Is that ok?" he asked.
"It sounds great."
"Well, if you're ready, let's go."
From the hotel, Tyrone took me first to the Lincoln Memorial then along the National Mall, past the reflecting pool to the War Memorial and on to the Washington Monument. From there we continued, past the Smithsonian and the National Gallery up to the Capitol Building before doubling back on ourselves. Tyrone had saved the best until last however and to finish off we ran around the perimeter of the White House grounds ending with the classic view from the White House lawn.
When we got back to the hotel, the day was already getting hot and humid and we cooled off in the shade before walking into the lobby.
"That was a memory I will treasure. Thank you," I told Tyrone. "
"You're welcome Ma'am. I'll go shower and change. Then I'll be ready for when you decide to leave the hotel."
"Would you like to have breakfast?"
"I'm afraid I can't in the hotel Ma'am."
"But if I decided to have breakfast in a coffee shop?"
"Then I could join you."
"Do you know somewhere nearby?"
"I do Ma'am."
"Then could we meet at nine?"
"Yes Ma'am."
The coffee shop Tyrone had in mind was literally just across street from the hotel. We chatted as we both munched on a pastry, me in a summer dress and him in a suit.
"I guess it can't be much fun playing nursemaid to somebody's wife," I said apologetically.
"To be honest," he replied. "It's nice to be assigned to someone under fifty for a change."
"Have you seen any action?"
"As a soldier, yes. Since joining the DSS no, thankfully."
