Erotic Adventures of Sexy British Super-Spy Jane Bond
The next morning, British spy Jane Bond awakened to find a soft beam of the morning's first glimmer of sunlight gently streaming through her hotel room window, and her new lover, Wendy Warmcox, lying with her beautiful backside facing Jane. Jane propped herself up in a half-sitting, half-lying position, peering over Wendy's perfect globes of 40-inch breasts, watching them softly rise and fall with Wendy's every sleeping breath. Wendy's soft, barely-audible snoring was music to Jane's ears as she thought about how quickly they had discovered how much alike they were, and how completely they had already fallen in love. Jane began slowly planting soft, butterfly-gentle kisses all over Wendy's soft, smooth shoulders. With one hand, Jane slowly ran her fingers over the shapely curve of Wendy's hips. Jane's other hand was cupping Wendy's huge, round right breast, her fingers squeezing, stroking, rubbing, and massaging Wendy's long, hard, pink nipples.
Awakening from all the loving attention she was receiving, Wendy reached behind her and pulled Jane's head toward her, pressing her lips firmly against Jane's. Jane continued to cup Wendy's breast and stroke her hip.
"Mmm!" Wendy purred, "What a wonderful way to wake up." Then kissing Jane harder and quickly slipping her tongue into Jane's mouth, "Thank you, my darling."
"You think that's great? Wait until we get back to London, and you get to experience first-hand how my Brad always keeps a smile on my face."
"Mmm!" Wendy repeated, in her sexiest, dreamiest voice. "After sucking his come out of your pussy, I can't wait to experience it direct from the source. If he is as skillful with his cock as you say he is, I want to feel him thrusting and throbbing everywhere: in my mouth, my pussy, my ass, between my breasts...Mmm!"
Jane gave Wendy's gorgeous naked ass a quick series of gentle love taps. "And so you shall. But right now, it's time to get up. Come on, get dressed."
"Mmm, I don't wanna."
"I know, I don't want you covering up that gorgeous body, either. But we can't be naked on the plane. Here, wear this," Jane said, tossing Wendy the skimpy red dress that Wendy had worn to dinner the first time Jane ever saw Wendy in person.
"Be a dear, and hand me that bra on the chair," Wendy cooed.
"No."
"No? You're refusing me, the woman who loves you, the woman you love, the only woman who knows how to send you into ecstatic multiple orgasms that last for hours?"
"I don't want you wearing a bra or panties on the plane. I want to be free to reach into that slinky, skimpy red dress, from above or below, and play with every part of you on the plane. If I can't do that, the flight will just be too boring, and I'll just scream with frustration. Besides, I want you to be able to strip as quickly as possible for my Brad when we get home."
"Oh," Wendy replied contritely. "Good point. So what are YOU going to wear, my love?"
Jane picked up a sheer, almost but not quite transparent black cocktail dress, with the back open all the way down to the top of her firm, round ass cheeks, the neckline plunging to show acres of dark Latina flesh and just show the very tops of her very wide, red-brown areolas. Her hem was only one quarter of the way down her thighs, revealing her short but shapely dark legs. "How's this?"
"It will do nicely." Wendy replied, letting out a wolf whistle of appreciation. "Lots of access for me on our flight. I'm picturing me pushing up that short hem just an inch or two and rubbing the outside of your naked pussy right on the airplane seat, then plunging two fingers into you, and pressing and rubbing my thumb on that hot, horny little clit of yours that I love so much, and then feeling your sweet come flowing onto and between my fingers. And then maybe I'll slide my foot under your skirt, with no panties underneath of course, and feel your warm, fresh lust juices squish between my toes."
"Mmm!" Jane purred, "I can hardly wait!" Jane kissed Wendy quickly but firmly on the lips, and huskily whispered, "Mmm! I love you."
The two ladies, their minds filled with fantasies of what they would do to each other on the flight from Vienna to London, rolled to face each other on the bed, intertwining their arms and legs, and kissing passionately. Just as they were getting started, an airplane roared loudly overhead.
"Mmm!" Jane moaned, pushing Wendy away. "Sorry, love, we have to stop this now, and get to the airport."
"Yes, wouldn't want to be late giving your Brad his surprise treat."
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Jane mumbled, "Hmm? What treat?"
"Me, silly. Aren't I your gift to Brad?"
"And he and I are both my gift to you, my sweet angel."
They quickly kissed again, slid their skimpy dresses over their heads, and grabbed their suitcases. They strolled hand-in-hand, giggling all the way, to the hotel desk, where they both checked out. Standing in front of the hotel, they tried to flag down one of the busy cabs whizzing by, but without success. Suddenly inspired, they simultaneously raised the hems of their short skirts, revealing Jane's thick, dark bush and Wendy's light, curly blonde wisps.
A cab's brakes squealed loudly, and the pudgy, balding driver stepped out, his big jeans (no belt) falling off his butt, the shirt-tails of his Hawaiian shirt untucked. Tipping his cap to the ladies, he held the back door open for them. Kissing each other and giggling, Wendy and Jane tumbled into the back of the cab, calling out sexily, "Oh, cabby, would you be a dear and put our suitcases in the trunk?" He silently complied, and the ladies turned to each other, smiling and laughing at the sexual power they both held over men. They both knew that only one man ever would or could hold the same power over them both: Jane's husband, Brad.
The driver closed the door for his gorgeous passengers, and returned to his seat. "Where to, ladies?"
"Airport, please," they sang out in unison, between giggles.
At the airport, as the cabbie held the back door open, Jane stepped out first, sticking first just a foot out, then slowly, seductively letting her dark, shapely leg emerge from the back doorway to the cabbie's view, making sure as her black stiletto-heeled shoes touched the pavement, that the hemline of her black cocktail dress was as high up her thigh as possible, so he could really admire the view. When she was standing outside the cab, she turned to face the cabbie, spread her legs apart in an inverted V, and quickly raised then lowered her hem, flashing the cabbie a quick peek at her naked pussy.
Not to be outdone, Wendy stuck her long, pale, show-girl leg straight out the door, then raised it high, letting her bright red, stiletto-heeled shoes graze the cabbie's hand, before swinging her leg all the way back down to the pavement, and emerging from the cab. She, too, turned to face the cabbie, and raised her skimpy, fiery-red dress, but left it up longer than Jane had. Smiling and licking her lips, Wendy plunged her middle finger deeply and rapidly all the way into her pussy, and let out a soft, purring moan. Then she slowly removed her finger, and quickly pulled her short skirt back down, smoothing her hemline with both hands.
Jane peered into the front of the cab, and read the price on the taxi meter. She then handed the cab driver the exact amount on the meter.
"Hey ladies," the cabbie called gruffly, "How about a tip?" To make sure they understood exactly what kind of tip he meant, he punctuated his remark by rubbing his palm vigorously up and down on his crotch.
"OK, sure," Jane turned and replied over her shoulder. "My tip to you is, don't expect two beautiful women who get into your cab, to want to give a fat slob like you a blowjob!" Wendy and Jane both laughed, and disappeared with their bags through the airport doors. They felt cruel for saying what they had, but the world was such that a sloppy ignorant cabbie making lewd remarks was unlikely to get any, and he was old enough that he should know that fact already.
The cabbie watched the blonde with the long legs, short red dress, and matching red shoes, sway her hips as she slowly, seductively walked away and disappeared from view. He envied the way her long blonde hair caressed her shapely ass, and wished that it was his hand caressing her sweet ass cheeks, instead of her long, flowing blonde hair. But even with her sassy mouth, he still preferred the shorter, darker-complexioned woman in the tight, black, backless dress, and he longed to remove her high-heeled black shoes, kiss her foot, and suck her cute little toes one by one. He knew that Jane was right, he had to clean up his act if his fantasies were ever to become reality.
Right then and there, the cabbie vowed to prove both ladies wrong about having his way with beautiful female passengers. Before the day was over, he had joined a health club, bought a stunning Italian suit, and had his hair professionally groomed. By the end of that month, after daily workouts, this cabbie was stunningly handsome, nearly a Leonardo DiCaprio look-alike, and always impeccably dressed. And he was routinely successful with every one of his most gorgeous women passengers. He came to be quite talented at eating out pussy, and women so loved that he would focus on their needs and never ask for anything in return, that he was routinely receiving grateful blowjobs in his back seat as payback for his loving attention to women, without him ever having to ask them for these paybacks. Once more, without knowing it, just as she had with Wendy Warmcox, and with the red-head terrorist, Jane Bond had made the world a better place, through helping to increase the number of people having joyful, passionate sex. After all, a life without love and sexual pleasure can feel awfully empty.
But now it was time for Jane and her two lovers to have some joyful, passionate sex of their own. Or at least, so Wendy and Jane hoped. Throughout the Vienna-to-London flight, as both women felt each other up, they both chattered nervously about how Brad would react to Jane bringing a third person into their relationship, to share their lives and their bed.
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London, England. Noon on a rare sunny day. An elegant black classic Jaguar sedan pulls up the horse-shoe driveway, past the large, neatly-trimmed lawn, to the front door of a modest but stately stone house with ivy-covered walls. The lady of the house, British spy Jane Bond, gingerly steps out of the Jaguar's back seat first, carefully holding down the hem of her extremely short black cocktail dress.
Although looking somewhat weary from her flight, she is nevertheless smiling broadly. In her sexiest, sluttiest stiletto heels, Jane slinks catlike toward the front door of her home after a three-day absence, seductively crossing one leg in front of the other in imitation of the slinky walk of her naked lover, Wendy Warmcox, across her Vienna hotel room on the previous afternoon. Still seated in the Jaguar, Wendy watches in appreciation of her female lover's walk, flattered that Jane is copying her own sexy, seductive walk, and honored that the gorgeous British spy whose shapely hips and ass now swayed so tantalizingly before her, had chosen to make love with her repeatedly over the past 24 hours.
Wendy continued to watch as the front door of the house slowly opened, and a very handsome man stepped outside. He was about 40 to 45 years old, 5'10" tall, with short, wavy brown hair, the biggest, softest brown eyes Wendy had ever seen, and a receding hairline that made him look extremely intelligent. His soul-piercing eyes gazing through his gold- rimmed glasses made Wendy's heart race, and she reached under the short hemline of her fiery-red dress to feel the moisture already starting to line her eager, excited pussy.
Seeing her Brad framed in the doorway of their house, Jane Bond now forgot all about walking slinkily and seductively for Wendy's benefit.
She hurriedly kicked off her high-heeled shoes, leaving them in the circular driveway, and ran barefoot up the front steps, into Brad's welcoming arms. She wrapped her arms tightly around Brad's back and squeezed him lovingly, kicked up her left leg behind her in a cute 1920s flapper motion, and kissed her husband so forcefully that he nearly fell over backwards.
"Oh, Brad, I have missed you so terribly! I can't bear being away from you for THREE--WHOLE--DAYS!" she began to sob, drawing him nearer.
