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The flight had been exhausting, about 25 hours from Sofia International Airport to Pyongyang. The trip had required extensive planning, visas to the Democratic People's Republic Of Korea are not easy to come by, the flight is expensive and not many tourist agencies deal with North Korea. But it was partly for these difficulties that Atanas and Nadia had wanted to visit the place. They both loved travelling and they had already been to several countries around the world, starting with neighboring countries in Europe, and then the Middle East, a couple in Africa, and finally Southeast Asia. Last time they were discussing their next destination, Nadia threw the idea of North Korea, a country with a reputation for being insular, and not very tourist-friendly. They talked about it over wine, and decided that it really would be something unique and uncommon. It took them almost an entire year to make sure everything was in order, but things went off without a hitch, and finally, after all their efforts, they were in a hotel room in Pyongyang, the North Korean capital.
The decor was a bit old-fashioned, but the room was clean and tidy, near the city center, and the room had an amazing view. They would rest this day, and would start their sightseeing the next one. Atanas had taken a shower first and was checking out their room while waiting for Nadia to finish her shower. He had heard stories about how hotel rooms for foreigners were under surveillance in North Korea, and started looking around for anything that might indicate that their room was being observed. After some searching, he discovered an unidentified extra cable coming from behind the mirror on the dressing table. "Could there be a camera behind the mirror?" he wondered.
The bathroom door opened, and Nadia walked out, covered with a towel and drying her hair with another. She walked over to the dressing table and sat in front of the mirror, where she started brushing her hair. Atanas walked over to her, and began massaging her shoulders. Nadia closed her eyes and let out a sigh of pleasure. She loved massages and as she was tired, it was particularly welcome. Atanas looked at her in the mirror, and felt his dick stir. He had always loved the way she looked after a shower, with her skin flushed, her hair wet and her muscles relaxed.
"Did you enjoy your shower?" he asked.
"It was perfect" she said, "the water was scalding, and the body wash smells of some exotic flower and it was exactly what I needed after our flight."
"Are you excited about tomorrow?"
"Sure! I mean, it's a rare opportunity. Millions see Paris each year, but very few people get to see what we will see these days."
His hand moved lower and cupped one breast, while moving his body closer to her.
"I am already excited", he told her.
She laughed and said "I can tell.", as she felt his hardness touching her back, through the towel.
His other hand reached down, lowering her towel and uncovering her breasts. At that point, it was partly a massage, partly just groping. Not that Nadia minded, massages had a tendency to have an aphrodisiac effect on her.
Atanas lowered his head next to her neck, and began kissing her, while alternating between strong massage strokes along her shoulders, and gentler touches on her breasts.
Then, he remembered what he had found earlier.
Without stopping, he said "You know, they say that some tourist rooms are fitted with surveillance equipment, to check for spies and foreign agents."
He kissed her along the jawline.
"An intelligence officer could be spying on your magnificent breasts as we speak."
Nadia turned towards him and, half-jokingly, said "Well, they're not stolen, and I'm proud of them, so let them take a good look."
****
Dong-Yul was staring at the screen in front of him like a man hypnotized. When he had been assigned observation duty, his superiors had warned him that there could be unforeseen scenarios that he would be exposed to during his shift, but this was better than he could have hoped. The woman had sat right in front of the camera hidden in the mirror, and her boyfriend had exposed her completely. She was very different to all the women Dong-Yul had ever known. Her hair was pale blond, her breasts full and round, her eyes a very light brown, almost like honey. He could not believe his luck.
He had been a shy and withdrawn kid, and his dedication to his studies had kept him from gaining too much experience with women and dating. Still, that did not mean he wasn't a man, and he felt himself stir with the sight. His official instructions were to ensure that the foreigners were not agents of some hostile power, and to refrain from observing any private moments, but he just couldn't help himself.
"Five more minutes and I close the feed" he thought. His hand moved closer to his pants, without realizing it, though.
****
Atanas had dropped the pretense of massaging Nadia, and had moved on to full-on groping. He sat behind her, and his hands started roaming freely, caressing her breasts, her belly, her thighs, and occasionally dipping between her legs. Nadia was herself getting turned on, having surrendered to her boyfriend's touch, and enjoying his attention. Her hand went behind her back, where she found his member, already hard, and started her own little massage.
"So you don't mind if someone is looking at us right now?" Atanas asked, his voice husky from excitement.
Nadia answered between moans.
"No... I find it kind of hot, actually. It's like we're exhibitionists, but we can't be in trouble."
"You find it exciting that some man you've never seen might be touching himself while looking at your naked body?"
Nadia could feel herself getting wet. She found the scenario oddly exciting, although she wouldn't say she was an exhibitionist.
"Fuck yes... Do you think he would be touching himself?" she asked Atanas.
"Probably" he replied. "I would, if I were in his place. You look fucking stunning."
