BITTERSWEET MEMORIES

An unknown woman at the other end of the line tuned in as her bug picked up everything that was happening in Roman's office that morning. She's so glad that her "insider" has placed the receiver in the right spot, so she can listen and record everything.

And knowing her spy, she was beyond any doubt that this exceptionally faithful and reliable person would, as of now, be recording the very discussion that she was tuning in to just so they, beyond any doubt, did not miss anything.

"We've gone too far to back out presently. We get to know everything we are able to before we strike. Besides, our clients require more proof of our commitment to them. If we proceed with this streak, then it will get easier for us to infiltrate in the future," the mysterious listener whispered to herself, saying the same thing she once told her infiltrator.

After a couple of more minutes, the only individuals left in the room were the President, her contact, and another subordinate. She just let the recording program run on her computer as she had chosen to serve herself a few glasses of Scotch. Two shots and no ice, to be exact.

"We've gone too far to back out presently. We get to know everything we are able to before we strike. Besides, our clients require more proof of our commitment to them. If we proceed with this streak, then it will get easier for us to infiltrate in the future," the mysterious listener whispered to herself, saying the same thing she once told her infiltrator.

After a couple of more minutes, the only individuals left in the room were the President, her contact, and another subordinate. She just let the recording program run on her computer as she chose to serve herself a few glasses of Scotch. Two shots and no ice, to be exact.

"Just like how he likes it," she whispered to herself as she swirled the liquid in one of her few brandy sniffer glasses. "I really should stop thinking of him whenever I would do something he likes."

She gulped down the fiery liquid in one long swallow, tossing her head back as she raised her glass. It was as if the extra effort and motion could make her stop thinking of him.

The woman, who was then still listening in on the conversation in Roman's office, tossed her long light brown hair off her shoulders and sat down on her soft queen-sized bed.

Wrong move.

The vision of 'him' on top of her without any clothes on, while she was naked as a newborn baby under him while in bed, suddenly flashed before her mind. To her disbelief, she couldn't even stop the vision from extending.

Continuing.

Giving in to her hunger and letting go of her logic, the slim but seductive, slightly tanned woman lay down on her bed and opened her smooth, supple legs. Since she was still wearing her nightgown and always went to sleep without any underwear, her fingers had easy access to her already moistening womanhood.

And in her mind, he had already gone down on her, the same way he would always do before.

She inserted her fingers in time to the vision of his tongue piercing through her wet, reddening folds. Her other hand touched and squeezed her swollen nub as she imagined him doing the same to her.

"Y-yes. Yes, please love. Don't stop. don't F-FUCKING s-stop."

The lustful female kept moaning and groaning as her fingers started to move faster, pressing harder into her pulsing insides. The image of the well-built and well-hung luscious male with a light beard and intense hazel eyes continued to pleasure her with his mouth. To her amazement, he seemed to grow more and more real the longer she touched herself.

And she can't stop now, no matter how much her brain is telling her to do so.

He's still very, very real to her, even after almost two years.

She still can't get him out of her head.

Within just a few minutes, she started to feel the tightening within her, just within her hip line. At that moment, the image in her thoughts changed to him riding her hard, his thick length beating a rhythm within her that her hands and fingers were following. She found herself crying out with pleasure while gasping in pain at the thought that this was all in her head.

But she had to finish. It is too late to back down now.

"Damn it, Aaron! Pleeeassse. fuck me harder. Go deep, love! Deeper, harder. Make me come. Make me come. Yes, you damn hot man. MAKE! ME! CUM! Aaaaaahhhhh!"

In the next few seconds, her whole body had contracted, raising her back off her bed's thick mattress and her soft bedcover.

Meanwhile, her legs and feet flexed outward as her cries and her breath stopped for a moment while her musky liquids flowed out of her, wetting her silken blankets under her satisfied self. Then the smiling, muscular, and handsome man disappeared from above her, leaving a smile in her memory and blissfully satisfied…for now. Along with her ebbing orgasm came the realization that she was alone in the room. Also, she had a mission to complete tonight. With a sigh, she picked herself off the bed and started to prepare as the laptop continued to record.

Enough of this madness, woman, the still-flushed lady said to herself while removing her nightgown, her full-size D breasts on display while taking deep breaths to control her heaving. One of these days, you might end up falling into his charms again, and you should NOT let that happen. Absolutely not!

The mystery female looked at herself in the mirror, checking out her curvy breasts and hips, her smooth velvety skin, and even her thick untamed bush that was still wet and moist due to her recent climax. She pulled herself up and sighed deeply, pushing back the past away in a secluded part of her thoughts.

She needed to be ready.

And she intends to be. Come hell or high water, she has to be!

"Tonight is going to be a night worth remembering, to be sure," the woman softly told her naked reflection while smiling. "Mark my words."