The Assassin’s Game - Sex Stories

The Assassin’s Game

... a confined space.” “I’ve had some of my best fucks on submarines.” Eva inhaled deeply on her cigarette before turning her head toward Mason and exhaling the smoke in his direction. “So if we’re going by sub, it’s probably to the Arabian Gulf,” Mason turned and gave Eva a stern stare. “Either that or they want to get rid of us cause we know too much. Between here and King’s Bay there’s all those barrier islands and nasty alligator infested swamps, perfect for getting rid of a body.” “Hell Mason, I’m not even close to retirement. If anyone is gator bait, it’s you.” “Yeah, I’m sure you’re right about that.” Mason chugged another glass of bourbon. “I’ll bet they’re sending us out on a fuckin’ claustrophobic sub.” Rolling his empty drink glass in his fingers, Mason appeared to be toying with the idea of ordering another drink. Instead he sat the glass on the bar and shrugged. “Hey, you gotta place around here?” “I do as a matter of fact,” Eva answered, “the Hyatt-Regency, courtesy of the company.” “That’s just around the corner and up, right?” “Yes it is, obviously you’ve spent time here before.” “I’ve spent time everywhere. C’mon, I’ll give you ride,” Mason slapped some cash down on the bar then motioned with his head as he stood up. Eva grabbed her purse. “That bike on those cobblestones?” “Its just a short distance, Eva, and I’m sure you’ve had Montana cowboys give you a rougher ride than that.” “Hell Mason, you gave me the roughest ride I ever had.” Eva smiled at him. ...

... “Well,” said Mason, “do you wanna fuck or what?” “So that’s how you ask a lady to hop in the sack?” Putting her cigarette out in an ashtray on the bar, Eva shook her head. “You’re not a lady and you don’t turn down fucks.” “C’mon then.” Eva slid off her barstool and started for her raincoat by the door. “Let’s see what you’ve got left in that aging dick of yours.” Outside Mason straddled his Triumph and placed his boot on the kick start, giving it a quick jolt. The engine roared to life. Eva smiled knowing it wasn’t in Mason’s personality to own a bike with an electric starter. She knew some things and some people just don’t change. Aware that the guys inside the bar were probably watching, Eva, in her short skirt, lifted her leg over the bike’s seat behind Mason. She enjoyed knowing that they probably noticed her red lace panties. She then wadded her raincoat up and stuffed it on the seat between her and Mason. Sure enough the bike quickly bounced up and down as it rolled over the eighteenth century cobblestone street, jarring the headlight beam in a jerking pattern against the aged brick walls of the closed shops. A short distance later Mason rolled the bike onto a brick and concrete surface and the ride smoothed out. He raced the engine and Eva held onto him tight as he pushed the bike fast around the sharp bend of the ramp. He could see the hotel a short distance ahead and sped up requiring him to make a screeching stop in front of the entrance. A young uniformed black man, no ...