The assignment was simple. I had to get copies of secret material from the enemy's side, by whatever means necessary. As an agent for the Secret Service I had done it several times before. It made me feel a bit devious of course but I kept telling myself that it was for the good of my country and I just got on with it.
To be honest I enjoyed at times. Well actually, I had really enjoyed the last two or three assignments. All very handsome Middle Eastern operatives. Arabs had never been my thing in the past, but I found that in a professional capacity I was distant enough from them to enjoy the physical closeness, if that makes any sense.
Because yes, as you might guess, sex is often a lure in my profession. I had never been one for one night stands but the thrill of luring these foreign men into fraternising with the infidel enemy was exciting. And a blond, blue eyed young woman was pretty good bait for these guys.
I had never actually had to go through with having sex with anyone in the name of my country though, thank God. I always proclaimed to be prepared to, but if it really came down to it I don't know. Fortunately it wasn't something that was officially required in these politically correct times, although we all knew that in practice your career would be shattered if you blew an operation just because you refused to have sex with someone.
I think the only thing worse would be blowing an operation because you were having sex with someone even if you didn't need to. I must admit I'd been tempted to on my last assignment, because he really was gorgeous, but the thought of cocking up (pardon the pun!) kept me on the straight and narrow.
This latest assignment was different from my latest Middle Eastern ones though. The target was Pakistani for a start and wasn't an agent but rather a prominent political figure. I was to meet him at a party at the High Commission. It was a rather glamorous affair and I was wearing a ball gown with a deep décolletage. I had been introduced to the target, a very attractive man called Hamid, as well as his wife whose face was hidden behind a burqa.
I tried to catch him off guard without his wife around several times but he never seemed to pay much attention to me. Towards the end of the evening I was getting desperate so I resorted to the oldest trick in the book. Sneaking up behind Hamid I feigned him pushing into me and spilt my glass of champagne down my chest. The liquid trickled down my breasts and slowly wet the front of my dress.
"Oh I beg your pardon" he said in flawless English. He eyes fell to my bosom and I could see him hesitate. After lingering just a little bit too long with his gaze on my chest he looked me in the eye. He was just about to speak when his wife's arm suddenly came between us. She came out of thin air because I made sure she was nowhere to be seen before I made my move.
"Oh clumsy" she said and whisked me away. Her English had a heavy Pakistani accent. She dragged me to the bathroom and did a remarkably good job of quickly washing and drying my chest and dress. "Better" she said when she finished. Her touch was light and she let the hand towel linger on the top of my breasts. All I could see was her eyes but they were beautiful and I'm sure they were smiling.
"Thank you. My name is Amanda." I held out my hand.
She took it and replied "Hasna. Sorry English no good."
"Oh don't worry. You hardly need to speak with eyes as beautiful as yours." She looked down bashfully.
"Go back party" she said and shooed me off. The rest of the party was uneventful and Hasna stayed by Hamid's side all night. I was a spectacular failure for me so in a last ditch attempt to get closer to Hamid I pulled Hasna to the side as they were leaving.
"Thank you for helping me out earlier. How can I return the favour?" Hasna turned to Hamid and a quick exchange followed. Although trained in several languages I couldn't follow, they must have been speaking some dialect. Eventually Hamid turned to me.
"My wife would be very grateful if you could accompany her shopping. She'd love to take advantage of the shopping here in London."
"No problem at all, I'm a great shopper" I said truthfully. We arranged to meet in Knightsbridge the following day.
I was waiting at a café when the limousine pulled up to the kerb. Hamid and Hasna stepped out.
We exchanged greetings and Hamid explained "Thank you for taking your time to assist my wife. She noticed yesterday that you are about the same size and as our dress code prevents her from trying clothes on in public she asks if you are willing to do that for her."
"Certainly, I'd love being a model." Hamid then disappointed me by explaining that he had an urgent meeting and would not be accompanying us.
We took of in the direction of Harrods for starters. I told Hasna where the different departments were and we set off. I modelled a few different garments and Hasna bought a couple but I could tell she was looking for something she couldn't find.
"What are you looking for Hasna?"
"Lingerie." I did a double take then looked her in the eye. I could see she was serious.
"OK, the lingerie department is on the seventh floor." She took me by the hand and set off for the lift.
Hasna picked out a few matching bra and knickers sets for me to try on. Her tastes were obvious, the sexier the better. I started with the most conservative but still felt rather naked when I modelled them for Hasna. She never spoke much, just indicating with her hands when she wanted me to twirl around etc. Still it never felt really uncomfortable because her eyes were smiling the whole time. I was actually starting to enjoy myself. Eventually Hasna bought a couple of the more minimal items and then took me by the hand to the lifts again.
"More sexy" she said.
"You want more sexy lingerie? Hmm let me think, I'm not sure where to go."
"Ann Summers."
"What?" I blurted out but I could see from her eyes that she was serious. I got on my mobile and found the address for the nearest Ann Summers store and we jumped in a cab. We got plenty of strange looks in the store, well, Hasna did anyway I obviously looked like a regular Ann Summers customer next to her. Anyway, this time I think Hasna could tell I wasn't too comfortable so she picked some comparatively conservative things for me to try on.
I soon relaxed and started to enjoy myself again. I found it strangely erotic modelling lingerie for a woman who was completely covered apart from her eyes. I told myself maybe it was because the burqa made her asexual, almost as much man as woman, because I'd never felt like this in the presence of a woman before.
When I finished modelling the garments Hasna had chosen she said "You go" and pointed towards the store.
"You mean you want me to pick some more items to show you?" She nodded and stayed in her seat. I went out and came back with some more garments. I don't know why, it must have been the atmosphere of the shop or the whole modelling experience or something but I came back with a few sexier ones this time. I was brazenly showing more and more flesh with each garment and I have to confess it was turning me on. Hasna just sat there motioning me to turn around etc, not saying a thing but her eyes never left me.
Finally I came to the last item, a tiny tanga bikini. You know, one of those that barely cover your nipples and your pussy. When I modelled it Hasna motioned for me to come over towards her. She pulled the bottoms higher over my hips. The bottoms snugly encased my pussy lips. Hasna let her fingers trace the strings of the tanga over my hips and down in between my butt cheeks and ran the back of her fingers over the fabric at the front almost reaching down to my pussy.
"Silk, nice" she said. The top part over my breasts but the top struggled to contain my breasts, especially when Hasna pulled the two pieces apart so that they barely contained my nipples. In fact parts of my areolas were showing and Hasna again caressed the outline of the fabric all but caressing my nipples as her fingers passed. For some reason I didn't mind, what she was doing was just turning me on even more. I was gazing into her eyes but couldn't make out what she was feeling.
"This is stupid, get a hold of yourself girl" I thought to myself. "Last one" I said and skipped back into the changing room. I could feel a familiar tingling between my legs when I undressed. I looked at my body in the mirror. "Not bad for twenty eight" I was thinking and I think most people would agree. I keep myself fit in the gym and even though my breasts are probably larger than average they show little sign of sagging. My eyes were drawn to my pussy though. I'd just had a Brazilian for the first time and I hadn't quite got used to the lack of hair down there. I felt an urge to touch myself.
My hand was sliding down my stomach when I suddenly heard "Here, more" right next to me. Hasna pulled the curtain and handed me a silk teddy. I quickly grabbed my shirt and prudely covered myself. Had she seen me almost touch myself? I wasn't sure. She looked me up and down but then left again as quickly as she'd appeared. I looked at the teddy she'd given me. Again it was silk, but very sheer, almost see through. I put it on. It was a little bit tight on me and caressed my breasts and pussy nicely.
I could see Hasna sit up a little bit straighter when I walked back out. I twirled around showing off my body when she grabbed my hand and pulled me closer. She let her hands wander over the silk around my back and stomach. Her small hands slowly worked themselves closer to my breasts started tracing their outline. My nipples sprung up like out of nowhere and strained against the fabric. Hasna lightly ran her fingers across them.
She looked up at me with her eyes smiling again as her hands dropped to my hips. One hand caressed the material down in between my legs and fingers found my pussy lips through the material. I wanted to run a mile, but at the same time I couldn't move. No, I didn't want to move, I didn't want her to stop. She ran her fingers along my lips and I could feel my juices wetting the fabric. A soft moan escaped my lips. I think I moved my hips and ground into her fingers. I don't know, God knows I wanted to.
Then suddenly Hasna turned and pulled out a matching knickers and bra set and held it up for me. Reluctantly I retired to change, but a smile passed over my lips when I realised what I was putting on. I never thought you'd catch me in a half cup bra and crotchless knickers but right now they seemed just the ticket. Looking at the mirror I saw a wet line down the crotch of the teddy. Half of me was mortified, but the other half made me put my hand down there and push the material in between my lips making it even wetter. "I bet you she's going to buy this" I thought.
Then quick as I could I put the knickers and bra on and bounced out in front of Hasna. I walked straight up to her and her hands were already lifting for my breasts as I approached. She didn't even touch the bra. She ran her fingers lightly over my nipples at first then pinched them hard. I love having my nipples pinched so I moaned appreciatively. Her eyes were all smiles. Suddenly her hands dropped to my crotch.
I stopped her before she touched me and pushed her hands down. I pulled the fabric of the crotchless knickers as far apart as I could and parted the lips of my pussy with two fingers presenting her with a wet open pussy. She lightly traced and teased my pussy making me sigh and moan. Finally she put a finger inside my only to take it out again instantly.
Frustrated I took her hand and tried to put it back to my pussy but she said "Wait" so I let go. She put her hand up under her burqa and this time it was Hasna that moaned softly. I knew exactly what she was doing of course so stuck two fingers deep in my own pussy and held them out in front of her face. She lifted her burqa just enough to show me two luscious red lips and opened her mouth waiting for me to offer her my fingers. She started fingering my pussy again and found my clitoris as she sucked and let her tongue play over my fingers.
