April Porter, An Agents Civic Duty -- Part 2 of 3
In the initial part of this story, DEA Agent April Porter becomes obsessed with Mike Taylor, an imposing African American businessman from Baltimore, the older brother of a local gang member taken down by her task force. April Porter, a former college cheerleader, has found herself unable to return to her everyday life after watching Mike Taylor put his big black cock to work. As chapter two begins, we find April struggling with herself and her desires. As Part 2 begins....
April Porter watched from the bar as her blind dinner date Mike Taylor had arrived at the hostess stand. Fairly quickly, the hostess escorted him towards a private booth tucked away that she had reserved. The stunning DEA Agent took a few deep breaths, calmed her nerves, and headed in his direction, feeling her panties getting wet already. As she approached the object of her prior surveillance, and still the object of her obsession, April's legs felt weak, and her heart pounded in her chest as she finally came to a stop in clear view of her black Adonis, who looked up at this vision of a woman who asked him.
"Would mind some company this evening sir?"
Mike looked her up and down. He quickly appreciated the view. She was stunning, dark black hair, blue eyes, white like an Arian princess, fit, great tits, and a gorgeous smile.
Mike attempted to be polite but get rid of her by saying, "Another time maybe, I have an important meeting, so thanks but not tonight."
April chuckled; he was expecting someone else....probably a man. They always did at these secretive meetings.
"Well then, in that case, Mr. Taylor, would you mind if this little Bluebird joins you for dinner?"
Mike's jaw dropped in shock. He sat momentarily in stunned silence. He thought to himself.
THIS SMOKE SHOW is the guardian angel?
Use of her code name told him this was his source. She stood staring back at him, a nervous smile on her face. Mike quickly composed himself and smiled back as he gestured towards the open seating.
"Please have a seat; what should I call you Miss BlueBird?" the large black man inquired.
With a broad smile, she responded, "Please call me April!"
In a rapid-fire manner, Mike comments and questions that had been building. "Well, April, I have to say you are like a guardian angel, but I don't know why you helped my brother? Did you know Jamal somehow? I doubt we have met; I would remember you if we had!" Mike Inquired.
Instead of answering him, April waived to the wait staff as she presented him with a brown envelope containing a binder of her information and pictures starting in college until some recent photos she had made just for his eyes only tonight.
As Mike open the book, she revealed, "I thought this might help the conversation; you should know I learned a lot about your history and your life during the job that got your brother in a pinch, so I would prefer to level the playing field. I can answer a lot of your questions, some I still can't. I was part of the DEA task, as you probably figured out, and for personal reasons, I have taken the steps to contact you and, of course, help your brother. You will find I am sort of in YOUR debt."
As Mike smiled, he began leafing through the binder full of pictures, notes, and comments, starting in college thru just last week. He asked questions about each new page of the photo album; the dark-skinned black man felt blood fill his cock as some of the photos were hot as fuck. He could tell April had done some modeling, as evident by the pictures, and she was displaying her assets. It was all very distracting as he came to dinner focused on Bluebird had sent him information to help his brother. Now, face with her, her book, and her photos, he was getting VERY distracted. His eyes casually reviewed old college cheerleading, modeling, several bikini-clad vacation pics, and even some sexy pics in lingerie, recent selfies, and a few that were dam near-nude. He felt his eyes pop out as he realized her tits as stunning as the porn star Amy Reid. He drooled over her bubble butt and ass cleavage as some of the pictures were put on full display.
"Well, I have to say I appreciate you are sharing this information, April, but I doubt any pictures of me you have are not nearly as striking! I have to say your pictures are quite lovely." Mike said as he smirked.
The DEA agent smiled as the waiter arrived with drinks, and boy, was he wrong about his pictures. For the moment, she kept that to herself as they began dinner and drinks. The next hour passed quickly as they enjoyed good conversation, dinner, and beverages. Questions went back and forth. The conversation was easy enough even as April rebuffed or deflected each of the big black men's attempts to determine the real reasons as to why she had helped. Each attempt at an answer was politely deferred till later, as she directed the conversation to more get to know you subjects. Implying the information was kept elsewhere, her attempting to enjoy dinner and not let him know what was to come. When dinner finally finished, and April had paid the tab, she ushered Mike back to her hotel suite for the big reveal.
Up the elevator and into the attached hotel, they walked until April ushered Mike into a lovely suite where she motioned for him to sit on the sofa. As she brought the drinks over to the coach where Mike was sitting, she paused long enough to offer a toast. The glasses rattled as they toasted; April took a long drink followed by a deep breath. Over the next few minutes, she methodically came clean, mostly keeping her eyes downcast as it was difficult to think straight. When she couldn't hold Mike's gaze, she often found herself staring at his large bulge in his slacks.
