Black And White Ops: A BWWM BBW Military Romance by BWWM Club, Aaron Steel Page A

so I thought I’d give him a
little show. Guess he saw all he wanted to see.”
    Monique curled her
head on his chest. She turned and looked up at him with her big eyes.
Rick looked down and planted another kiss on her lips. And then
another. Monique felt his hand slide down between her legs again. She
moaned in his ear and he opened her up, probing deep. She couldn’t
believe they were doing this in a parking lot in the middle of the
day. The guard was gone, but he might be back. She decided she didn’t
care and spread her legs as best she could in the passenger seat.
    This allowed Rick to
slide two strong fingers up inside her and gently apply friction to
her hot spot. “You do like that, don’t you?” he
said. She whimpered an assent from beneath him as he nipped her ear.
Monique felt the strong fingers work inside her that much deeper and
spread. She wanted to warn him she had a tendency to squirt all over
the place when very excited, but couldn’t find the words right
now. As the pleasure waves began to flow through her, all Monique
wanted to do was get his pants off and pull him on top. She wanted to
feel his manhood all through her body. No, she wanted to hold it in
her hand and stroke it until he was harder than he’d ever been
before. Then she’d kiss up and down his throbbing shaft until
he couldn’t stand it. When he was close, she would crawl up on
top of him and ride it. She’d push him down in the seat and
feel the hardness inside. She would make him wait as long as she
needed till she was ready.
    “I don’t
think so,” he told her, pulling his hand back again. “I
want you, Monique. But we need a better place to do it than this car.
Besides, you know the guard is coming back. I’m sure watching
people have sex in cars is one of his job’s fringe benefits.”
    They found a public
washroom before going into the museum which allowed each of them to
freshen up before going inside it. They continued inside holding
hands like any two lovers on a day out, not far from the truth.
Monique stayed as close to Rick as she could. The attendant at the
booth took the money from Rick and barely glanced at them,
surprisingly enough. St. Petersburg was a cosmopolitan town and very
similar in some ways to the other European part of Russia. Still
holding hands, they walked into the museum and began looking at the
exhibits.
    Rick and Monique soon
found themselves in the Egyptian hall. It was tiled and the ceiling
overhead had white arches. Monique stopped for a few minutes just to
take it all in. Rick stepped a few paces in front of her and looked
it over. Glass cases lined the walls and artifacts were presented by
themselves on the floor of the hall. A large number of people were
milling around, discussing the exhibits in all languages. Rick, with
his command of language, picked up French, German, plenty of Russian
and even Estonian in the comments he heard about him. The room they
were inside was one of the hundreds which made up this particular
building.
    He felt Monique’s
ebony hand in his white one as they continued to roam through the
exhibit. They walked up to one of the glass cases and peered in at
the statue of Isis on the inside. Monique leaned on him again. She
didn’t want to be too clingy, but he’d almost brought her
to orgasm in the car. She wanted more and didn’t want to leave
his side.
    Before long they
found themselves in a hall filled with paintings from renaissance
Italy. Each one had a plate describing it in several languages. Most
were of religious figures, but some were of street scenes and
contemporary life. The tsars had been collectors of art and had a
fine eye for what was important. The hermitage complex contained
millions of art pieces and even the curators didn’t know how
many were held inside.
    They stopped at one
particular painting. It showed an Arabian sitting with a very dark
woman sleeping under a tree in Moorish dress. Above her, his horse
tethered to the tree was a man