Havana Hell 06)
Room 1091, Staybridge Suites, Old Dominion Drive, McLean VA
Barbara was well aware that he had been watching her from the hotel room chair he was occupying. He had appeared to be focused on flipping channels on the television, but there was little doubt in her mind that he had been subtlety tracking her as she padded barefoot and bare-legged from the bathroom, where she had just showered, to the near side of the hotel room’s king-sized bed.
When she had asked him which side of the bed he preferred, he hadn’t answered. Was he telegraphing his reticence about what might possibly come next? About what might happen once they were in that bed together?
Was this about his Grace? Was he going to suddenly announce that he would prefer to sleep on the suite’s available but rather uncomfortable-looking couch. Or was he just biding his time, anticipating their coupling but allowing her to make the first move?
“I’ll take this side,” she announced brightly. “It’s closer to the bathroom.”
“Fine,” he replied.
“We’d best turn in. Our flight tomorrow morning departs Dulles at 5:45 am. It’s nearly 11:30 now. We’ll need to be up and on our way to the airport by 4:30. That gives us only five hours to get some rest. I’ll set my phone alarm.”
“Fine. I’m coming. Give me a few in the bathroom first, okay?”
“Sure. I’m going to crawl in and go to sleep.”
“Go right ahead. Back soon.”
Seated on the edge of the bed, she pondered what to do next. Playing games was silly she told herself. Why didn’t she come right out and ask him whether he’d like to fuck? She didn’t know why she didn’t. Normally she might have, but this guy was complicated.
She heard the bathroom shower being turned on. Shrugging, she got to her feet and pulled down the bed’s coverlet, and then the blanket and sheet. Seating herself on the mattress she swung her legs around and slipped them under the covers. She then repositioned the pillows on her side of the King-sized bed, lay back and pulled the covers up to her neck.
She lay quietly listening to the sounds of him showering in the bathroom. But, after a while, she suddenly sat up, yanked her tee shirt off over her head and tossed it on the floor. Reaching for the master switch on the bed’s headboard, she extinguished all the lighting in the room.
Beneath the covers once again, she lay on her back, hands tucked behind her head, to await developments.
Meanwhile, in the shower, Jase was reviewing the situation, asking himself what he should do about … or with … Barbara Moore. Images of her shapely long legs and that cute white panty-clad bottom kept racing through his mind.
Did he want to fuck her? Yes, of course he did! But was it right? What about Grace? Had he not just made a commitment to marry her? And what about the fact that he and Moore had to function in the coming days as a professional team, not as a pair of star-crossed lovers? What if she rejected any advance he might make? Perhaps getting some sleep was what was really needed?
In the end he decided to play it by ear and simply see what developed. Emerging from the shower, he dried himself off, stepped into the pair of pajama bottoms he had brought with him to the bathroom, and opened the door to the main room.
She watched him through slitted eyes as he stopped for a moment and stood silhouetted against the greenish, neon-tinted glow of the night light within the bathroom.
He remained there … standing still for quite some time. She wondered what he was thinking.
But then he moved. Crossing the room to the far side of the bed, he sat on its edge for a moment to check his phone, which lay on the bedside table, and then crawled in under the covers.
She could smell the light fragrance of the hotel bath soap as he lay on his back next to her … tantalizingly close.
“Still awake?” he murmured softly and tentatively.
“Uh huh.”
“No nightmares yet?”
“No.”
“What are you thinking, feeling?”
“Same as you, I suspect.”
“Needy?”
“Yes.”
And before he could utter another word she had closed the distance separating them and stretched herself out on top of him, her near-nakedness drawn tightly against him.
They kissed … tentatively at first, and then harder and more passionately. His hands moved to her hips, then moved slowly, inexorably, upward along her sides to press his thumbs into the soft flesh of the bulging sides of her breasts flattened against the firmness of his chest.
He raised her slightly, enough for his thumbs to seek out and find her nipples, which he gently stroked and tweaked.
She moaned softly, and kissed him hard … very hard.
Raising herself slightly and off to one side, she proceeded to slide a hand down beneath the waist band of his pajama bottoms to grip and pull at his hardened member … while he employed a free hand to invade her panties, moving quickly to clamp his palm down over her mound, and slip one … then two … fingers between her labia and then plunging them deeply into the wet, slick warmth beyond.
Oh Shit!“ she exclaimed as he drew his crooked fingers back over her bud.
Pulling abruptly away, she fell back onto her back to throw the bed clothes aside and hastily remove her panties.
“Barb … I … uh …”
“Shut up and get your damn pjs off!”
Then she mounted him, straddling his hips, frantically reaching for his erection, and sliding it inside her … deep inside her.
And as she did, his phone on the bed stand began to vibrate insistently.
“Grace?” she murmured.
“Yeah, it’s morning in England.”
“Want to answer it?”
“No.”
Hotel Nacional de Cuba Vedado District, Havana, Cuba
“Welcome to Havana señor y señora Thompson,” purred the hotel desk clerk as she handed back to Jase the two bogus British Passports that had been produced by Langley’s documents forgery team. “You’ll be staying in our Jean Paul Sartre ‘ocean-view suite … number 539. The lifts are located to your left, directly across from the lobby.”
“Thank you. We’re looking forward to our stay.” replied Jason.
“One more thing. Someone left an envelope for you.”
“Oh, thanks very much,” intervened Barbara, reaching for and snatching the squarish peach-colored envelope from the clerk.
Ten minutes later, ensconced in their suite, bags delivered, and bellhop tipped and sent on his way, Barb opened the envelope while Jase looked on over her shoulder.
The envelope contained a folded card of high quality parchment. On it was simply written the words: ‘Plaza Carlos III, Salvador Allende LA, 3 pm’. The handwriting was feminine, flowing and elegant.
“Our rendezvous?” whispered Jase.
Rather than replying she gave him a hushing sign, rolling her eyes to the ceiling to suggest that the room might well be bugged.
He nodded and went to the desk to fetch a piece of hotel stationary and a pen. Then motioned her over to him, the desk being in an out-of-the-way corner of the room.
‘What is Plaza Carlos III?’ he wrote and then passed the pen and paper to her.
‘’Apparently a big multi-story shopping mall, a couple dozen blocks southeast of here,’ she wrote, showing him the website she had just googled up on her phone.
‘So, we’re to meet Rosa there at 3. How did she know to contact us here? And how will we recognize her?’
‘Langley must have let her know where we we’d be staying, and I suspect she’ll identify and approach us, rather than the other way around.’
‘That means she was given a description of us! That’s so amateur and dangerous! MI6 would never take such a risk. This could be a trap, you know! I don’t like the fact that someone other than us is controlling events!’
Barb shrugged.
Jase looked genuinely worried.
“We’ll, it’s almost one in the afternoon, how about going out In a bit to do some shopping,” she announced very loudly to make sure anyone listening would hear.
“Sounds great, love. I hear there’s a big new mall over on Allende that’s an absolute must see.’ replied Jase taking her cue. “But we’ve been up since early this morning, darling, and after that mind-numbing hours long layover waiting to change planes in Miami, I think we both could use a little down time. Why don’t we get undressed and spend a little ‘time together’ on the bed before we go out? What do you say?”
“Sure. Sounds like a plan.”
Grabbing the paper he quickly jotted, ‘think there’s a canera as well as a mic? Perhaps we should both strip down, get on that bed, and give them a show they won’t forget?’
For that he received one of her patented shoulder punches.
‘I really am exhausted!!!’ she wrote after snatching a fresh piece of stationary from the desk. ‘Tell me. How many times did we do it last night?’
‘I lost count. Let’s just say, Agent Moore, that you redefined the meaning of the word ‘insatiable’.’
That earned him another shoulder punch, after which she crossed over to the bed, flopped herself down on it and quickly fell asleep.
He sat up, thinking and worrying.
Internal Security surveillance Room, Hotel Nacional de Cuba
“These two are quite obviously up to no good, don’t you agree, Carlos?”
“Absolutely do.”
“We’d better pass the video recording of them on to Dirección de Inteligencia, agreed?”
“Si … we’d be remiss if we didn’t. I suspect DI will want to follow them over to Plaza Carlos III and then bring them in for a nice little round of hardball questioning.”
“I think we can count on DI doing exactly that, and we here at the Hotel just might earn ourselves a bit of well earned praise. All that secretive scribbling business over in that dark corner of the room beside the desk suggests these two suspected they might be under surveillance and are clearly up to no good.”
“Yes, lucky for us the second camera caught them in the act.”
To Be Continued
Room 1091, Staybridge Suites, Old Dominion Drive, McLean VA
Barbara was well aware that he had been watching her from the hotel room chair he was occupying. He had appeared to be focused on flipping channels on the television, but there was little doubt in her mind that he had been subtlety tracking her as she padded barefoot and bare-legged from the bathroom, where she had just showered, to the near side of the hotel room’s king-sized bed.
When she had asked him which side of the bed he preferred, he hadn’t answered. Was he telegraphing his reticence about what might possibly come next? About what might happen once they were in that bed together?
Was this about his Grace? Was he going to suddenly announce that he would prefer to sleep on the suite’s available but rather uncomfortable-looking couch. Or was he just biding his time, anticipating their coupling but allowing her to make the first move?
“I’ll take this side,” she announced brightly. “It’s closer to the bathroom.”
“Fine,” he replied.
“We’d best turn in. Our flight tomorrow morning departs Dulles at 5:45 am. It’s nearly 11:30 now. We’ll need to be up and on our way to the airport by 4:30. That gives us only five hours to get some rest. I’ll set my phone alarm.”
“Fine. I’m coming. Give me a few in the bathroom first, okay?”
“Sure. I’m going to crawl in and go to sleep.”
“Go right ahead. Back soon.”
Seated on the edge of the bed, she pondered what to do next. Playing games was silly she told herself. Why didn’t she come right out and ask him whether he’d like to fuck? She didn’t know why she didn’t. Normally she might have, but this guy was complicated.
She heard the bathroom shower being turned on. Shrugging, she got to her feet and pulled down the bed’s coverlet, and then the blanket and sheet. Seating herself on the mattress she swung her legs around and slipped them under the covers. She then repositioned the pillows on her side of the King-sized bed, lay back and pulled the covers up to her neck.
She lay quietly listening to the sounds of him showering in the bathroom. But, after a while, she suddenly sat up, yanked her tee shirt off over her head and tossed it on the floor. Reaching for the master switch on the bed’s headboard, she extinguished all the lighting in the room.
Beneath the covers once again, she lay on her back, hands tucked behind her head, to await developments.
Meanwhile, in the shower, Jase was reviewing the situation, asking himself what he should do about … or with … Barbara Moore. Images of her shapely long legs and that cute white panty-clad bottom kept racing through his mind.
Did he want to fuck her? Yes, of course he did! But was it right? What about Grace? Had he not just made a commitment to marry her? And what about the fact that he and Moore had to function in the coming days as a professional team, not as a pair of star-crossed lovers? What if she rejected any advance he might make? Perhaps getting some sleep was what was really needed?
In the end he decided to play it by ear and simply see what developed. Emerging from the shower, he dried himself off, stepped into the pair of pajama bottoms he had brought with him to the bathroom, and opened the door to the main room.
She watched him through slitted eyes as he stopped for a moment and stood silhouetted against the greenish, neon-tinted glow of the night light within the bathroom.
He remained there … standing still for quite some time. She wondered what he was thinking.
But then he moved. Crossing the room to the far side of the bed, he sat on its edge for a moment to check his phone, which lay on the bedside table, and then crawled in under the covers.
She could smell the light fragrance of the hotel bath soap as he lay on his back next to her … tantalizingly close.
“Still awake?” he murmured softly and tentatively.
“Uh huh.”
“No nightmares yet?”
“No.”
“What are you thinking, feeling?”
“Same as you, I suspect.”
“Needy?”
“Yes.”
And before he could utter another word she had closed the distance separating them and stretched herself out on top of him, her near-nakedness drawn tightly against him.
They kissed … tentatively at first, and then harder and more passionately. His hands moved to her hips, then moved slowly, inexorably, upward along her sides to press his thumbs into the soft flesh of the bulging sides of her breasts flattened against the firmness of his chest.
He raised her slightly, enough for his thumbs to seek out and find her nipples, which he gently stroked and tweaked.
She moaned softly, and kissed him hard … very hard.
Raising herself slightly and off to one side, she proceeded to slide a hand down beneath the waist band of his pajama bottoms to grip and pull at his hardened member … while he employed a free hand to invade her panties, moving quickly to clamp his palm down over her mound, and slip one … then two … fingers between her labia and then plunging them deeply into the wet, slick warmth beyond.
Oh Shit!“ she exclaimed as he drew his crooked fingers back over her bud.
Pulling abruptly away, she fell back onto her back to throw the bed clothes aside and hastily remove her panties.
“Barb … I … uh …”
“Shut up and get your damn pjs off!”
Then she mounted him, straddling his hips, frantically reaching for his erection, and sliding it inside her … deep inside her.
And as she did, his phone on the bed stand began to vibrate insistently.
“Grace?” she murmured.
“Yeah, it’s morning in England.”
“Want to answer it?”
“No.”
Hotel Nacional de Cuba Vedado District, Havana, Cuba
“Welcome to Havana señor y señora Thompson,” purred the hotel desk clerk as she handed back to Jase the two bogus British Passports that had been produced by Langley’s documents forgery team. “You’ll be staying in our Jean Paul Sartre ‘ocean-view suite … number 539. The lifts are located to your left, directly across from the lobby.”
“Thank you. We’re looking forward to our stay.” replied Jason.
“One more thing. Someone left an envelope for you.”
“Oh, thanks very much,” intervened Barbara, reaching for and snatching the squarish peach-colored envelope from the clerk.
Ten minutes later, ensconced in their suite, bags delivered, and bellhop tipped and sent on his way, Barb opened the envelope while Jase looked on over her shoulder.
The envelope contained a folded card of high quality parchment. On it was simply written the words: ‘Plaza Carlos III, Salvador Allende LA, 3 pm’. The handwriting was feminine, flowing and elegant.
“Our rendezvous?” whispered Jase.
Rather than replying she gave him a hushing sign, rolling her eyes to the ceiling to suggest that the room might well be bugged.
He nodded and went to the desk to fetch a piece of hotel stationary and a pen. Then motioned her over to him, the desk being in an out-of-the-way corner of the room.
‘What is Plaza Carlos III?’ he wrote and then passed the pen and paper to her.
‘’Apparently a big multi-story shopping mall, a couple dozen blocks southeast of here,’ she wrote, showing him the website she had just googled up on her phone.
‘So, we’re to meet Rosa there at 3. How did she know to contact us here? And how will we recognize her?’
‘Langley must have let her know where we we’d be staying, and I suspect she’ll identify and approach us, rather than the other way around.’
‘That means she was given a description of us! That’s so amateur and dangerous! MI6 would never take such a risk. This could be a trap, you know! I don’t like the fact that someone other than us is controlling events!’
Barb shrugged.
Jase looked genuinely worried.
“We’ll, it’s almost one in the afternoon, how about going out In a bit to do some shopping,” she announced very loudly to make sure anyone listening would hear.
“Sounds great, love. I hear there’s a big new mall over on Allende that’s an absolute must see.’ replied Jase taking her cue. “But we’ve been up since early this morning, darling, and after that mind-numbing hours long layover waiting to change planes in Miami, I think we both could use a little down time. Why don’t we get undressed and spend a little ‘time together’ on the bed before we go out? What do you say?”
“Sure. Sounds like a plan.”
Grabbing the paper he quickly jotted, ‘think there’s a canera as well as a mic? Perhaps we should both strip down, get on that bed, and give them a show they won’t forget?’
For that he received one of her patented shoulder punches.
‘I really am exhausted!!!’ she wrote after snatching a fresh piece of stationary from the desk. ‘Tell me. How many times did we do it last night?’
‘I lost count. Let’s just say, Agent Moore, that you redefined the meaning of the word ‘insatiable’.’
That earned him another shoulder punch, after which she crossed over to the bed, flopped herself down on it and quickly fell asleep.
He sat up, thinking and worrying.
Internal Security surveillance Room, Hotel Nacional de Cuba
“These two are quite obviously up to no good, don’t you agree, Carlos?”
“Absolutely do.”
“We’d better pass the video recording of them on to Dirección de Inteligencia, agreed?”
“Si … we’d be remiss if we didn’t. I suspect DI will want to follow them over to Plaza Carlos III and then bring them in for a nice little round of hardball questioning.”
“I think we can count on DI doing exactly that, and we here at the Hotel just might earn ourselves a bit of well earned praise. All that secretive scribbling business over in that dark corner of the room beside the desk suggests these two suspected they might be under surveillance and are clearly up to no good.”
“Yes, lucky for us the second camera caught them in the act.”
To Be Continued
