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Nothing prepared me for seeing it now, and I could hear the door opening of the bathroom behind me, yet I couldn’t move any part of my body for the life of me. It was as if I was frozen in place, and I was barely able to see him, as he came across the floor wearing just a towel draped around his waist. Small droplets of water were falling from his chest onto the floor, but he seemed in relatively good spirits.

“Oh goody, just what the doctor ordered, and I could use a refreshing glass of orange juice to give myself the energy to go the rest of the night.” It didn't sound like he had anything to hide, but what I was seeing on the plate was nothing if not suspicious. “What’s wrong, you look like you just seen a ghost? If you are having second thoughts, all you have to do is tell me and I will back off.” Again, no words could escape my mouth, not when something of this magnitude was happening right before my eyes.

He came towards me, and I could hear him breathing behind me, as he put his hands on my shoulder and was finally able to see what I was looking at “Do you have something to tell me, Richard, because this is the time to say something.” I figured it was best to be blunt and to the point, because I had been down this road already once and had no intention of going down it again. “I know that we have only known each other a short time, but I need to know if you are really who you say you are.” The only way that I was going to get any answers was to voice my opinion, and I had decided that I wasn't going to lie back and take it anymore.

“Are you accusing me of something, because I have no idea why that thing is there? I don't even know how to use one of those things, and even looking at it makes me a little leery to be in the same room with it.” He said it like he was on the level, and that this had taken him by surprise as well. If he was lying, he was damn good at it, but I didn't see him being this type of guy. Although, some of the things I've seen in this budding relationship didn't make a whole lot of sense, not to mention one of those things being how muscular he was for his age.

“What did you mean when you said it was just what the doctor ordered?”

“I have a PhD, and my title is Doctor, although I don't see how that matters right now.” I could feel him shivering behind me, but I couldn't decide if that was because he was just cold, or looking at the weapon was terrifying him beyond words. Was it possible that I had subconsciously pick somebody like my husband, and that this man wasn't the meek and mild professor that he claimed to be? I didn't know, and it didn't look like he was going to come out and tell me, so I'm just going to have to play it by ear and see what happens. “This had to be some sort of mistake, and I'll have you know that I am not some sort of James Bond character.” The very idea that he was made me almost laugh out loud, but it wouldn't be the first time that I was bamboozled into thinking something that wasn't true.

A knocking on the door broke our reverie, with a voice announcing something that literally shocked me to my very core “This is the police, and we have reason to believe that there is something illegal going on inside there. An anonymous caller called in to say that you were in possession of a weapon, and that she had heard gunshots from within. Please open the door and verify your safety, and show us that everything is okay.” We both looked at each other, and instead of going off half cocked, he placed the lid back over the orange juice glasses, and walked up to the door with my hand clasped in his.

He swung the door open, giggling as he held me close, kissing the back of my neck and showing these good people how loving a couple we were “Sorry about the delay, but we just got out of the shower and I don't think we are any cleaner than when we first went in. What's this about some kind of gunshots? I think you can see that we are perfectly fine. So, unless you have a warrant, we would like to get back to our celebration.” He was lying so easily, and it didn't even seem to faze him in the very least. That alone was sending off alarm bells going off in my head, but it wasn't near enough to make me walk away.

The Japanese police officer was flanked by who I can only assume was the manager of the hotel. “If you would allow us to come in, we could make a quick search and be on our way.” He was very interested in entering into the apartment, but the only problem he had was that he didn't have a warrant and probably couldn't get one for a few hours.

“I don't think that's necessary, and I think we have proven to you that nothing untoward is happening in here. If you don't mind, we would greatly appreciate some privacy, unless of course you want me to call your superiors and tell them that you are harassing patrons of this hotel. I think we both know that that would not go over well, so I believe our business has finished.” He was standing his ground, with me standing there like an idiot, trying to keep a straight face and not indicate that anything was out of the ordinary.

“As he said, we are enjoying ourselves, and you are interrupting what was promising to be a very special evening.” The best way to head this off was to make a scene, so that they would see that we were not going to back down just because of their so-called authority.

He was silent for several seconds, but finally he smiled, even though I saw that it was very much fake “That won't be necessary, and if you need anything, please don't hesitate to call the manager.” He was making a point that he didn't want to hear from us, and then he turned on his heels and went back down the hall with the manager scurrying behind him.

The door closed, and Richard pulled off his towel with a flick of his wrist, while still moving at a steady pace over to the bed and to his pants. “I don't know what's going on here, but I just lied to the police officer, and this is not what I signed up for.” I didn't know what to make of him, only that he was acting indignant, and showing his displeasure with having to get involved with something so distasteful. “If your husband is trying to set you up, I don't want any part of it.” He was now deflecting the situation back at me, and I couldn't have done better if I wanted to.

“Okay, why don't we chalk this up to a mistaken identity, and maybe it's time we called it a night.” His naked ass was struggling to get into a pair of pants, but I noticed that he was trying to put them on backwards and I began to giggle with no concern for his dignity.

“So, do you think this is funny, let me show you what I think is funny.” He ran after me naked, snapping the towel in my direction, whipping it in such a way that it stung on impact.” Come here, where do you think you're going?” I was laughing my ass off, trying to keep him at bay, until finally I had enough and grabbed the towel and got into a tug-of-war with him. We playfully pulled at the towel in opposite directions, and then we finally just gave up and fell into bed with each other.

He was just as devilishly cute as he was before, and his manhood had made a surprising recovery. He held me down with his hands over mine, kissing me, while searching with the tip of his cock for my entrance. “AHHHHH.” I couldn't help but to moan, as he held me down and flexed his ass against me, reigniting the flames of lust that had currently been burning between us. I couldn't deny that he was a virile man, and his manliness was definitely not in question. He was circling his hips, grinding against me in such a way that he was touching different parts inside my body. My nipples were grazing against his chest, sending these electrical impulses of pleasure to my brain.

“God, you are infuriating, and so sexually adventurous that I can't possibly stay mad at you.” His arms were keeping him aloft, as he moved against me in a fluid motion, drawing his cock back and forth through the lips of my pussy. His skin was baby soft, most likely from the shower that he had just taken, and I was loving the way he was using my body for his own pleasure. He had a way of making me feel like I was going out of my skin, yet still he remained in perfect sync, not allowing me to find my own release, until he was ready to give it to me. “If you weren't so sexy, I don't know if I could take all of this nonsense…oh god, I love how you do that.” I was showing him some tricks that I had learned in my many years of practice, and some of them were getting the desired result.

Sensuality was in everything he did, and I could feel his shaft trying to squeeze out the creamy center from within. Scissoring my legs around his midsection, I held him close while beating a drum on his ass. This seemed to invigorate him, and make his motions get more rapid, with his breath on the edge of an asthmatic attack. “Not so fast lothario.” I put my hands on his chest, stopping his momentum altogether. “We have all the time in the world, and I don't want you to get any ideas about finishing this too soon.” I was scolding him on proper etiquette, and it wasn't right for the man to find his orgasm before the woman did.

Somehow I was able to flip him over onto his back, and once again found myself in the driver’s seat of this relationship. I was just about to ride him like a bucking bronco, when I saw a flash of light from the window, and seeing that we were on the second floor, I couldn't see how it's possible for anybody to be on the balcony outside. A flash of lightning illuminated a figure of a man dressed all in black standing there with a telephoto lens taking photos and getting everything we were doing on film.

He must've got scared, because when another flash of lightning did the same thing, he was no longer watching us like some sort of pervert.

I thought about telling him what I saw, but it was possible that with everything that was going on, I was only projecting what could possibly be a conspiracy theory. I didn't want to stop what we were doing, and I turned in such a way that I was riding him reverse cowgirl. In this way I could reach down and play with his balls, squeezing them and giving him something else to concentrate on besides his own selfish orgasm. He groaned his response, and he bucked underneath me, as I leaned back against his chest with my hands on either side of him. He took advantage of my situation, slipping me his man meat with his legs pushing up from the bed. I was beside myself with this blissful union, so much so that I forgot about the gun that was still sitting majestically underneath the service tray across the room. We had gotten so caught up in what we were doing that we literally let our bodies do the talking for us, and not letting anything else interfere in this magical moment.

“You are so fucking hot.” I had to concentrate, because I could feel the sensation creeping up on me, making my legs tremble and shake, just before my inner muscles began working him over with a very special massage from within. “My god…you are just loving that cock.” I didn't have the energy to say anything, so I just let the storm build, until finally I was in the eye of it, with him moaning and twisting behind me. AHHHHHHHHHHH.” I don't think he could've been able to stop it if he wanted to, as his hot seed escaped his loins, and filled me with so much of it that it spilled out around his still embedded shaft.

Richard could probably have me any time he wanted me, and all he would have to do was look at me and I would drop my panties. He was just so different than my husband, and somebody that I thought I could really enjoy myself with, without thinking that they had some sort of agenda. We lay in each other's arms, feeling each other's skin, until finally I had to address the elephant in the room.

“That was fun, and a nice distraction from the fact that we have a gun over there on the table.” I didn't want to be the one to shine a light on it, but it wasn't exactly like we could avoid the situation.

He twisted around to face me, taking my hand and placing it on his heart “This is what you do to me, and right now I couldn't care if there was a freaking submachine gun on the table over there. You are the only thing that concerns me, and you have turned me into somebody that I haven't been in a very long time. Do you know how long it takes some men my age to get an erection, and to get one two times in less than an hour is almost impossible? He was making my ego get bigger by the second, not to mention what I was feeling with my fingers and still not believing that I had this kind of effect on him.

“That is awfully nice of you to say, and I do have to admit the fact that you are more man than most men I have ever been with. I think it goes without saying that we are perfectly matched sexually together, but that still doesn't negate the fact that we have a situation that we should deal with as soon as possible.” He was looking at me with these wide eyes, but then he made an exasperated sigh, before flipping off the sheets and going over to the table where the weapon was.