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I was just relaxing with my first decent cuppa , Benjie snuggling up in prirne " stroke me" position .. when the delivery chute caught my eye .

A package .

Sender : Bond, James
Duty paid: zero (0) $even
CALL me Blondie under Bonde

Hmmm. A gift and a puzzle

Soft and about the right size for an unexpected treat for my birthday. Not more electronic junk I could not remember ordering.

I ripped open the package in some hope if would be a nice jumper. It's not like he did not have the money and the time in between missions.

ouch! i nearly ripped my nail off on a tough piece of cord.
only a Bag, yeah. Not a black bag.
$Duty Free$
I upended it onto my desk .

A cheap cheap piece of tack fell out.
Looked like a beach towel saying Jamaica on it. Still in the wrapper from, according to the annoying sticker all over the otherwise recyclable wrapping • Heathrow•. The paper bag was the best bit, sturdy and well made..

Really! I could feel myself fighting back a sob. Did it really mean so little to him . My birthday. My nail.

Yeah solid carry handle. I could bring my ..... Hang on, there was a tiny bag in there.
Enrrghgub

Emergency travel kit. :))

. A thermometer, toothbrush toothpaste a few plasters. One of those useless masks and ? What's that ?

I got my blade to start removing t he excess binding has and taped ,so the paper could go in the recycling. Assuming it was not the contaminated sort? Put it into my microwave for a second and if it sparks, no good. Oh hang on. e p the binding tape off so I could put the paper in the recycling l

Ha! a tiny piece of cloth, likewise still tucked into the wrapper, with it's label still attached. It's the smallest pair of swimming trunks imaginable. And a tiny bottle of sun lotion . I pick them up and laugh hysterically.

Aa postcard.

*pack up your troubles in an old kit bag , and smile smile smile *

Towel Heathrow travel kit duty free trunks it's a game of cluedo. Right. Bond goes on about seeing things underneath.

see things from another angle a different layer.

Oh . I stare at my phone keypad and transcribe the underlying symbols

076568 @ 9 @###

James has booked me a ticket to. . Jamaica ?
What's the ###. That would be the hidden departure code. Ah
label of the bag. No, it's the bag itself. Heathrow.

Yes there is a flight number 076568 at 9am from Heathrow to Jamaica

My eyes are definitely watering now .

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The water was heavenly

he was a skilled massager. Of course. I was putty beneath his hands . My head was swimming .
A warm thigh pressed against me, hands rubbing the soap through my hair.

My favorite product "

"close your eyes'

warm kisses in my shoulders

" Relax!'"

Bond pressed close fingers kneeding into the knots in my shoulders. Hours traveling in a plane mo less then a bumpy ride hanging on for my last few mystery ride through thick sugar cane the destination unknown

Bond had come out to greet me, with a pair of drinks in his hands. Some tropical cocktail, with pineapple and Malibu rum and stupid umbrellas to ward off the flying insects

I could feel the unaccustomed alcohol mixing with the remaining wooziness from my travel sickness tablets.

A hand pulled me towards the ground. The towel . I was laid on the towel. A dribble landed on my thighs and his huge hands started rubbing it in. My trunks provided me absolutely no cover at all

Pressed up into the back of my skinny legs. Oh no

Fingers were intruding into the crease I could feel the last oil spreading
Ah what was that wrapping across my head?

No peeking.
And more kisses "what was that " "spread your legs" a tongue lapping at the fold.

Those hands holding me down as I wiggled in... Not discomfort but utter confusion.

"Bond what are you doing($

"Look .. ung at you. Youre melting. u

Something was sliding into my hole. Slightly artificial feeling pressing past my spincter round and then another slightly larger and greased d wer led I could feel his fingers in a Yes that was a ,Kitchen glove stretching me as they went in. And more

Pressing into me

Filling me up. The feeling was .,
Overwhelming my cock was now Ridgid and starting to throb.

A warm sensation wrapped around it

Oh God

He was sucking me. I could feel the strange sensation of the foreign objects in my bottom, mov are the ND as I moved and breathes. The towel pressed against my back and

I'm

The pressure was overwhelming.

I was losing control. Feeling myself desperately gasping and twitching..as jf I was going.to gave a shit and come at the same time.

Yes no. Oh God I could feel the balls pulling out of my body as I utterly lost control filling his mouth up. He just keeps on sucking

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It was hot. Too hot

Memories haunted me. All the women I had seduced,all the deaths and all the clear ups thebomn and bangs

But this was Q who I already washed and blow dried
The voice in my ear now looking vulnerable and unsure.

I guess ...
Perhaps I should make him another of those cocktails. I had promised him sex on the beach
But I was more comfortable taking this slow

And frankly, sand and sunight might sound appealing,but my dodgy knee really meed a comfortable bed and a good soak after getting on my knees for him.

He also looks utterly wasted

Right

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Bond collapsed onto the bed with a huge sigh of relief. I looked at him in some concern

-its I stutter ,

Just my knee

I nod crawl onto the bed and collapse next to him. Iist alo the things in the world I need right now, about ten hours sleep after uslky I might mboe b e functional. Words numble