To fully appreciate the telling of this story and to truly understand our relationship I suppose that I'd better begin at the beginning.
I am several years older than my wife. I don't mean that to sound as though I'm bragging about having a trophy wife or anything; it's simply stated as a fact. I met Michelle at the French Embassy in Bucharest, Romania. I was in Romania doing some consultant work for the U.S. Embassy and was invited to a cocktail part at the French Embassy as part of doing business. I couldn't refuse the invitation, although I knew perfectly well why I was invited. It was to get as much information out of me regarding the purpose of my business in Romania as possible. The method of acquiring this information was, of course, limitless.
I was at the Embassy on a Wednesday evening with a military officer from the American Embassy, Colonel Hargrove of the United States Marines. Hargrove hailed from South Carolina someplace. He was, like me at the time, a bachelor, but with a soft Southern accent, sort of sleepy brown eyes, and thinning brown hair. All of this was a perfect cover for the hard bodied and very bright intelligence officer that I had begun to know over the past several weeks. Hargrove continued to delight himself with beating my sorry ass on a daily basis at hand ball in the basement gym, next to the encryption room of the American Embassy. I should have thanked him, actually as the daily exercise was starting to firm up my belly after giving up my commission as a Major in the US Army and starting up my own business...doing business with...the US Army. It's funny how things come full circle, sometimes.
Anyway, Hargrove and I were standing in this really nicely furnished; I suppose it could be called a drawing room, with drinks in hand. We were just talking about trivial things, like what the weekend may hold in store for either of us. I was just starting to tell him about wanting to go antique hunting when we were approached by some officer-looking fellow in a military uniform that would have looked better on a parade ground someplace than at a cocktail party. He introduced himself as a French officer of a rank and name that frankly I can't remember because I didn't pay any attention to him when he introduced himself. I have to tell you, everything he was saying was just a buzzing noise in the background to me because he had two women with him, one of whom he introduced as Michelle Perot, an employee of the Embassy.
This was the most gorgeous creature that I had ever laid my eyes on, and let me tell you; I have spent hours looking at women in my life! This woman stood about five feet four inches tall with a drop dead gorgeous figure. Her face was simply gorgeous. Perfect nose, perfect mouth and lips, perfect teeth when she smiled, arched eyebrows. She had this really long blond hair; curly. Her makeup was heavily applied, just the way I like it. As I said she had this fantastic figure, large full breasts, which is my first point of assessment, and I was soon to find out as soon as she turned around, excellent legs and an incredible ass. But I have to tell you what really got to me about this woman were her eyes. They were green, almost the same color as my own. But what really drew me to her was that she had a direct way of looking into my eyes that seemed to let me know that even as strangers to one another, she was placing her entire faith in me. I don't know if you believe in fate, or karma or any of that stuff, but I know for me that some things just work out for the best and appear to be pre-ordained. I swear I could look directly into this woman's soul through her eyes. As it turns out, I was entirely right. I felt like I knew her before we ever even said a word to each other. In later years of course this has matured to where I know Michelle's mood by her walk; the way she may jut one hip out enticingly while talking to someone tells me that she's interested in that person – but that's a story for another time.
The other girl was introduced of course but I have no idea what her name was. She and Hargrove hooked up and I saw her once or twice with him and then they moved off in different directions. But Michelle, well she and I have been together ever since that moment.
As we moved into a dining room where a buffet had been laid out, Hargrove leaned in close to me and said in my ear that obviously the girls were employed to find out as much information as they could about my business. I think everyone already knew Hargrove's business with the Embassy. He was officially the commanding officer for the Marine detachment at the Embassy but as I said, I think everyone accepted him to be the chief resident spook, which he actually was. The amazing thing was that he could gather so much information while under everyone's nose. He was good – very good at what he did. Me, on the other hand, hell I was just a consultant, trying to make a living.
So, as we walked into the dining room, the ladies ahead of us engaged in conversation, and me with my eyes glued to Michelle's very nicely turned, toned, and muscled calves and her absolutely incredible ass, Hargrove was blabbing in my ear. Well, I was just a bit put off with this as my attention was on Michelle and not politics. Hargrove kept on about being careful and not to say anything of importance to her. I have to tell you, my mind was 20 clicks down the road trying to figure out how I was going to get this marvelous creature into my bed.
We lined up and were waiting our turn to go through the buffet. Michelle was in front of me and I was gulping in her perfume like a man dying of thirst. Now, I'm not a big guy. I stand about five feet nine inches to be honest, but I usually run that up to five foot ten to try to impress – myself I guess, because no one else cares, most probably. Anyway, the point is, Michelle was in heels, tall heels, and the top of her head was just under my eye level. The whole point of all this is Michelle's ass is about on a level with my cock. So, the line would move forward, Michelle would move forward in response to the line, and then she'd stop suddenly which caused me to run into her gorgeous ass. Michelle kept doing this – effectively banging her ass up against my cock.
So, the first couple of times I figure I'm clumsy, okay? That I've just met this person, that we don't know each other, that we both have our own cadence so to speak and I'm just not on her page.
Well let me tell you, I may not have been on her page but she was definitely on mine! After about the fourth 'accidental' bump, when I figured that I was intruding on her space and I was hesitating about moving forward, she moved BACKWARD, banging that ass up against me. Well, listen my mama didn't raise no dummy, although my brother's a little slow. This girl is coming on - now write this down because I want you to remember this, to ME! I looked over my shoulder at Hargrove, who was behind me and he whispered, "Told ya so."
Well, I'm enjoying the hell out of this and we finally got our food and were offered a table to sit around while we ate. It seemed to me that the ladies had already settled between them who was with whom. The other girl, I'm sorry, I still can't remember her name, made sure that she was sitting next to Hargrove and the entire arrangement ended up being boy – girl – boy – girl.
We all sat around eating our meal, and drinking some very nice wine that the waiter had poured for us, chatting, and getting to know each other. The girls asked how we liked Romania; how the Romanian girls compared to American girls, that kind of thing. The girls told us that they were either secretaries or receptionists, French Nationals, working at the French Embassy.
After everyone had finished eating and the plates had been cleared away, Michelle was sitting beside me quite demurely, smiling and apparently listening to the chatter of Hargrove and the other girl, when I felt a hand steal into my lap. I looked at her and she turned that heart stopping beautiful face to me and said,
"You don't mind, do you, Daniel?"
Now, I'm generally known as a man of action, but all I could muster up as a really stupid stammer, not saying anything at all that even verged on intelligence. So, what did she do? Moved her hand down just inside my left thigh and possessively took hold of my cock.
"Daniel, am I being offensive?" she asked smiling at me.
"Ummm, no Michelle, you really aren't offensive at all..." I stammered.
