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Picking it up, he temporarily aimed it at me, almost making me jump for cover, until finally he twirled it around like he was some sort of Western cowboy. “I don’t suppose we could just flush it.” That didn't seem very wise, and probably would just result in the toilet overflowing. “No, I didn't think so, but it was at least worth a thought.”

“We could just take it down the hall and put it on somebody else's tray outside the room, or better yet toss it down the laundry chute, and get rid of it altogether.” He grabbed the same towel that he had before, put it around his waist and opened the door and looked up and down the hallway to make sure the coast was clear. He dashed out, and disappeared from view for a couple of minutes, while I sat there with the sheet up over my nakedness.

He ran back in, closing the door and lifting his hands to show that the weapon was now out of his possession. “There that should give the laundry staff something to talk about.” I was already getting out of bed, putting on the same dress that he had so efficiently taken off of me. He came over, and I pushed him away, because I didn't want to get caught in this trap once again.

“I better be going, and I really don't think it's a good idea that we see each other again. Let's just chalk this up to something that we couldn't avoid, and next time I hope that we both can show a little bit more restraint.” He followed me to the door, kissing the back of my neck and making my entire body tingle, almost enough to make me turn around and do this all over again for the third time. At least I was able to walk away before I succumbed to his advances, and I had my shoes in my hand so that I wouldn't make any noise when I entered into my room on the other floor.

I thought for sure that I was going to find Michael waiting for me, sitting in one of the chairs in the dark, ready to turn on the light and try to take me out of my comfort zone. He would no doubt want to interrogate me, and I had no reason to believe that I would be able to hold up to such scrutiny.

What I found was an empty room, and it looked like I had beaten him back to the room. At least I didn't have anything to explain about, because I really didn't want to have that kind of argument anytime soon. I lost my head for a couple of hours, and I swore to myself that it wouldn't happen again. I saw the light blinking on the phone, and I went over to press the button. “Honey, I'll be there in the morning for sure, and I'll take you out for a late breakfast and then we can do all the touristy stuff.” I suppose it could've been worse, and right now I was only glad that he wasn't here to find me sneaking in after hours.

I slept like a baby, and I woke up to the smiling face of my husband, as Michael looked down and was watching me sleeping. “You looked so peaceful that I didn't want to make any noise, because I wanted to take a mental picture of just how you are.” That was very romantic, but I wasn't sure if it was going to be enough to salvage this relationship. “I'm going to go shave, and why don’t you find something suitable to wear for breakfast.” He closed the door, then suddenly I got the case of the guilts, and I was this close to unburdening myself, when I saw his laptop sitting there open on the coffee table.

Something grabbed my attention, and I didn't know quite what it was until I walked over and saw a photograph of Richard O'Connell prominently displayed on the screen. I was aghast, and it totally floored me to see his face in the flesh, especially on my CIA husband’s computer. I really didn't have a chance to read much, but I did get enough information to tell me that he was a person of interest. I'm not exactly sure what that means, but it couldn't be very good if it was on his computer.

I heard the sound of the water turning off, and I turned towards the window, making it look like I was enjoying the scenery, instead of snooping on his personal privacy. He came out, stopped in the doorway, and then came over to stand behind me. “The scenery is very beautiful, and Japan has good qualities to.” I placed my hands on his, and we just stood there and enjoyed the solitude, until finally he broke away and went over to close the laptop. I guess he thought that he had made a mistake, and instead of making any mention of it, he had decided to turn the tables and make me think of something else.

“We should get going, as I still want to see the kabuki theater, and we should get there before it gets too busy.” We walked out of there hand in hand, but he wasn't taking any chances, and had his laptop in his laptop bag over his shoulder. That shouldn't have surprised me, because he usually kept his business close at hand. I still didn't know why Richard's face was on his computer, but now I've started to doubt my own reasoning, and went back in my mind to see the gun on the table. There had to be a connection, because those two things couldn't possibly be misconstrued as something else.

When we got down to breakfast, I saw my paramour sitting alone eating what could only constitute a single soft-boiled egg, two slices of dry toast, and a cup of coffee that was still steaming hot. He didn't even try to make eye contact, and continued to eat his breakfast in peace. We ordered the same Western omelet, and then he excused himself to use the facilities, giving me the occasion to talk to Richard. Could I really take the chance and possibly get caught, or was this too important to let stand for another day.

“Past…Past.” I was trying to get his attention, without actually turning around and seeing him face-to-face. I heard the sound of a chair behind me moving, and then his voice was crystal clear in my ear.

“You couldn't stay away, and I don't suppose you have time for a bathroom quickie.” He didn't even give me a chance to say anything, walking past me and going down where the bathrooms were. I would imagine that my husband and him were now seeing each other, and I wasn't sure how would it look if I excused myself, just as he was returning to the table. I wanted to go down to the bathroom with every fiber of my being, so much so that my pussy was juicing with anticipation. His cock was too much to deny, and he had an animal magnetism that was attracting me to him like we were two polar opposites.

“They do make some amazing Western omelet’s, but nobody does it better than you.” His compliments were falling on deaf ears, and I was only thinking about some way to get into his laptop and find out what was going on for myself. He had even taken the laptop to the bathroom with him, not leaving it out of his sight for one second.

“Excuse me, but I need to wash up before we go, so why don't you stay here and read the paper from New York.” This hotel had every newspaper known to man, and I already read up on today's local events, not that there was anything really special to report. “I’ll be right back, and then we can take in the sights.” He didn't try to stop me, or even think for a second that I was going to go back there and warn him, which was something that I was seriously considering doing.

Going down the hall, I changed my mind and went into the women's room instead, not quite ready to face him and the possible questions that he would have when I revealed what I had just learned.

Standing at the mirror, I suddenly saw him behind me in one of the stalls, motioning me with his hand to come to join him.

This wasn't who I was, and I wasn't the type of person that would do something like this in the bathroom. Then again, I was finding his persistence very attractive, and the naughty idea of doing this in a semi-public place was definitely something I was giving serious thought. To make my decision easier, he had unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock for me to see in all its wondrous glory. I wasn't even looking at him, only seeing what he was doing behind me in the reflection of the mirror. There was really no way that I could possibly do this, not with my husband so close at hand.

He stroked his cock, spitting in his hand and giving it that shiny come hither look. I was a slave to my sexual urges, and he knew exactly what to do to convince me to go against my better judgment. Ever since I met him, I was doing things that I wouldn't normally do. He was making me reconsider going back out to the table, and I found myself slowly backing up towards him.

“You are being bad, and my husband is in the dining room.”

He whispered into my ear from behind “I don't care, you're just too much for me to keep my hands off.” He certainly had a way with words, and I was beginning to see that I was powerless against his sexual advances.

Next thing I knew, I had my ass right up against his package, and I could only imagine what the delivery would be like. It must've been the danger of the situation that was making me do this sort of thing, and he was doing nothing to dissuade me from my next course of action. “It’s so hot that you are doing this, and I think you can see for yourself what this is doing for me.” I could feel the results of our liaison against the material of my skirt, and I could feel his fingers lifting the material until a soft breeze was caressing my naked globes. This was followed with wet soft kisses on each cheek, and then his tongue lazily licking my pussy through the fabric of the blue silk panties I was wearing.

“Oh God, I can't believe I'm doing this, but for the life of me I can't stop myself.” I heard the door open, and I quickly grabbed the stall door, closing it so that nobody could see that I was bent over at the waist and this man was currently pleasing me with his tongue. “Just be quiet, because we don't want to get any unwanted attention.” The tap on the sink turned on, and I could see through the slat in the door that one of the staff was washing up and checking her hair. “FUCK.” The bad boy behind me had stuck a finger inside, making me inadvertently scream out that one word.

“Excuse me, but are you all right in there?”

Biting my lip, I had to give her some indication that there was nothing going on that she had to worry about. “I’m fine…ahhh…just stubbed my toe on the toilet.”

“Okay, sorry to bother you.” I heard her giggle as she walked out the door, and it looked like that she had figured out what was going on. When she was gone, I felt that I was going to lose my mind, as I felt Richard hands pull me back until his tongue was ramming itself in between the lips of my pussy. My hands grabbed onto the first thing that I could find to keep myself busy, and I used my palm in my mouth to keep my moans to the bare minimum.

“You taste like champagne, and I want to stay right here for the rest of my life.” His fingers had gotten bored, and were now giving my clit a little attention. I don't know who was more excited him or me, but my eyes were dancing around in my head, with my breath coming faster with each lick of his tongue. “Cum for me…I want to taste you on my lips all day.” Instead of fighting my nature, I decided to try and get this over with as soon as possible. Grinding my pussy up and down his lips, I came while holding my tongue, and finally let myself go without worrying about the consequences.

Once I was finished, I knew that this little lapse in judgment could come back and bite me in the ass. Straightening myself up, I pulled my panties back in place, and lowered my skirt so that it wasn't noticeable that it had been hiked up. “You are not really going to leave me in this condition.” What he was referring to was the man rocket that was currently protruding from the fly of his pants. It would serve him right, if I just left him with a case of blue balls, after all he was the cause for making me do this.

“I don't know if I have the time to satisfy you, and you really have placed me in between a rock and a hard place.” The hidden meaning of the last couple of words wasn't lost on him, as he looked down at his rock solid problem, pouting his lips, and making me feel guilty about what I had done. He sure knew how to press my buttons, and I suddenly found myself down on my hands and knees with the swelled purple head of his cock pressing against my lips. “This is taking way too long, and my husband is going to come looking for me.” It didn't look like he was even concerned, and I didn't want him to be left without his own release.