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

in armor with a surprised look on his
face. A close examination of the painting showed the Moorish African
women to have one eye slightly open and fully aware the knight, his
helmet open showing the look of surprise on his face as he approached
her.
    Rick felt Monique’s
hand on his shoulder as he looked at the painting. “You want to
know what happened after he found her?” she asked him. “I
do. She took all of his armor off. Then she took off what was under
the armor. She led him next to the palm trees around the oasis and
took off the robes she had on. Then they were down in the sand all
night long.”
    Rick glanced around;
making sure no one could hear what she had whispered to him. “There
is a room here no one knows about,” he told her. “Would
you like to see it?”
    “How do you
know about it?” she very slyly asked him.
    “It helps to
give small gifts to the staff at the museum,” he told her. “You
can discover many things the tourists never get to see. The tsars
liked to come here to and chill when the affairs of state became too
taxing. I’ll show you Tsar Paul’s private getaway.”
He glanced around to make sure none of the security cameras were
pointed in his direction and took Monique’s hand.
    They walked behind a
roped-off painting and, making certain no one would ever see them,
Rick depressed a panel next to a large oil painting. A door opened
and he took Monique through it to the other side. There was a click
as it shut behind them.
    The light was very
faint where they stood. But the walls and ceiling of the small room
glistened with golden reflections and cast light to the large bed
which dominated the room. A skylight allowed some sun to come inside
which was the source of the illumination. And then she realized what
made the room so unique: it was lined with tile made out of amber.
    “The original
amber room,” Rick said in her ear as he tugged on the zipper of
her dress, “was located in the Katherine Palace, not far from
here. It was built in the eighteenth century using amber, gold leaf
and mirrors. It was originally built for the Prussian King Frederick
who gave it to Tsar Peter the Great as a peace offering. Tsar Paul
liked it so much that he had this small version built for him alone a
hundred years later.” Monique kicked off her shoes and let the
dress she was wearing fall to her ankles.
    “The larger
amber room was looted by the Nazis,” Rick continued talking as
he undid her bra and let it fall to the floor. He pulled her panties
down as he talked. “It disappeared at the end of World War II
and no one seems to know what happened to it.” Monique felt
chills down her spine as his lips traced down her back. The cool air
made her feel very vulnerable in this hidden room.
    Monique continued to
stare forward as Rick talked some more. “The Russians decided
to rebuild it in the later 1970’s and used existing photographs
of it. It was completed in 2004 after extensive work done by the best
artisans in Europe and the rest of the world.” She heard his
clothes hit the floor and felt Rick’s naked body press into her
backside. His erection was hard and strong. “But hardly anyone
knows about this smaller version.” His hands were coiling
around her, opening her up once again. “Because you really have
to know the right people to gain admittance. The sheets on the bed
are kept clean because only special guests ever get to use it. You
probably don’t know it, but Richard Burton fucked Elizabeth
Taylor in front of the bed. She was so horny; he couldn’t get
her to it, so he did her doggy style on the carpet. People wondered
for days why she had those marks on her chin after their trip to St.
Petersburg, called Leningrad in those days. You’re one of the
few people to know it was from carpet burn.”
    Monique felt her tall
form picked up by Rick who carried her through the small amber room
to the magnificent bed in the middle. The bed was covered by silk
sheets and