1. An American Swallow


    Date: 8/27/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: VirgoGo, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    the time. Moreover, the prospect of becoming part of some CIA stag film was unappealing. I lay there silently, half paralyzed. Dimitri, sensing my indecision, began to stroke my hair. “Emily, you are so lovely. I saw you sitting at the Occidental, and I prayed you’d love Pushkin like a Russian. It’s clear you are a woman with much depth and passion.” I luxuriated in his words and the way he trilled his Rs. His hands moved from my hair to my face, where his fingers traced along my ears, down my jaw and around my lips. I sighed. His tongue replaced his fingers on my mouth. He nibbled gently at my lips, until I parted them, allowing his tongue to probe more forcefully. His hands moved down my body, and I felt him lift my skirt. I realized I was wearing too many layers. My dress, girdle, bra and stockings were all impediments to my success. “Stand up, Emily. I want to look at you.” I blushed and looked away, but I complied. This man was unlike any of the boys I had been with before. Even my professor was a boy compared to him. Dimitri walked behind me, and unzipped me in one fluid motion. He removed my dress, and walked over to the closet where he hung it up. I appreciated his care and precision, even as I felt awkward and exposed. “So beautiful. So young. You have no idea how extraordinary you are?” He shook his head. “No, how could you? Now undo my shirt.” I stood in front of Dimitri and slowly unbuttoned his crisp white shirt, revealing a taut and muscled torso. The dossier ...
    said he was a swimmer, but it didn’t mention he looked like an Olympian. Even though I didn’t want to be the star of a stag movie, I began caressing his chest and kissing his nipples. Dimitri stepped away from me, and quickly removed his shirt and pants. His white boxer shorts sat low on his muscular abdomen. “Emily, I want to see all of you. I want to worship such an exceptional young woman.” He began running his hands over the front of my bra. He then reached behind me and gently unhooked the closures and eased the straps off my shoulders. Edward was probably watching as Dimitri undressed me, and yet no one had burst into the bedroom to call a halt to the seduction. “Help me, Emily.” Garters always presented a challenge. I sat down on the edge of the bed, and regained some of my nerve. The success of this mission was in my hands, and I was ready to commit. I may be the boss’ daughter, but I was becoming an operator. Edward would learn I was serious and capable; I would personally compromise Dimitri. His father-in-law was close to Khrushchev. This opportunity should not be wasted. I sat topless on the edge of the bed, with my legs spread wide. “Dimitri, I need your help. Come here.” He moved between my legs, and I pulled him down, onto his knees. We were eye to eye. I placed each of his hands on one of my thighs as I unhooked my garters. He rolled each stocking down, letting his fingers trail down the perfect skin of my thighs and calves. “Take off my panties.” Dimitri reached ...
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