Black And White Ops: A BWWM BBW Military Romance (7 page)

“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 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 pillows. She put her arms around his neck as he carried
her to it, the golden rays of the room reflected off her chocolate
body and his creamy one. All she could think about was him right now.
The fact that they were on the run from every police and SVR agent in
Russia was of no concern to her. She just wanted to enjoy the moment.
She felt comfort and safety in his strong arms while he carried her
across the carpeted floor.

“Please take me
to the bed,” she told him. “I don’t want to have
you on the carpet.” A second later Rick dropped her into the
silken bed.

It swallowed her up.
The frame might be from the eighteenth century, but the mattress was
defiantly modern. She didn’t feel the cushion of springs and
realized whoever had purchased the mattress had bought one of memory
foam. Her body eased into it and she slowly sank into the bed.

Monique felt Rick
pull her legs over the bed and couldn’t understand what he was
doing. They were dangling over the side of the rails. Then she saw
his head working between her legs, she understood. Monique nearly
convulsed as she felt his rough cheeks on her inner thighs and his
tongue going to work on her. “Oh, Rick,” she cried out in
her soft voice. “Do that again, I like it.” She felt his
tongue probe inside her and pay close attention to her sweetness as
she jerked back from the pleasure. He kept going and working the
space between her legs, bringing her close, but not too close to
orgasm. He was making her wait for it. Her teeth rattled in Monique’s
head as the chills began to swarm inside her. She rested her heels on
his back and played with the scalp of his head, making sure Rick knew
where to apply the most attention.

Then she felt him
push her up into the center of the bed, the golden rays reflected off
them both. He turned her over and grabbed her breast from behind,
spooning Monique with his body. She worked to let him feel how she
was gushing wet between her legs. Then she felt his hard manhood
slide into her, causing Monique to whimper from the sensation. He
pushed hard inside her to go as deep as he could and heard her moan
as he slid back just a little bit.

“How did you
know about Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor fucking in this
place?” she asked him as she pumped back, sending waves of
pleasure through her body.

“Because the
old Russian secret service, the KGB recorded it,” he told her,
pushing in deeper than before. “Don’t worry; the current
director took those cameras out years ago. But the tapes of Burton
fucking Liz are still around if you know who has them. He pulled out
and came all over her back, you should see the film they took, and it
was amazing. No sound, but you can see Liz scream her head off.”

She locked her ankles
around Rick’s legs and let him pound away. It had been too long
since she had a man treat her so well and Monique wanted to scream
her head off too, but didn’t want to let anyone outside the
room know they were in there. Slowly the pleasure began to build up
inside her until she was one large balloon of orgasmic fury ready to
explode. And when it did she began jerking madly all over the bed.
Rick struggled to hold her down and let Monique gasp repeatedly as
she climaxed again and again. She wanted him to stop and yet continue
at the same time.

Then she felt Rick
push her down hard beneath him and grab her shoulders. He huffed and
pushed as hard as he could, grinding away as she struggled beneath
him under his weight. She felt him tense up inside her and jerk
slowly. She knew what was coming next when Rick spasmed on top of
her. She felt the hot sensation from his load inside her as it
occurred to her neither one of them had taken precautions. Even if
birth control wasn’t at the front of their minds right now.

Rick lay on her and
was silent. She held his wrist in front of her and kissed it. He had
made sure she came first; this was the first time Monique ever had a
man make certain her needs were taken care of before his. She was
there for a long time feeling her wetness mix with his.

“You’re
an easy woman to fall in love with, Monique,” she heard Rick
say from behind her. “I like my women with curves and you have
more than enough for me.” She felt his mouth on her neck. Did
he want to go for another round? She wouldn’t object.

“Oh, Rick,”
she told him. “That is so sweet of you. I’m falling in
love with you too. We may never get out of this mess and I don’t
care. It was enough to be with you.”

“If I can make
my connection in the museum,” he told her. “We may have
another way out.”

“I thought you
just wanted to come here to kill time,” she told him, rolling
over to look at her lover. “Was there another reason?”

“I had a
contact here to use if I ran into some real bad trouble,” he
said. “I’ve used her before. I don’t know how much
help she’ll be because of the current mess. She may not want to
get involved. It was one thing to smuggle out some records, another
to get involved in a bomb going off somewhere. But I can always try.”

She lay in his arms
for a long time and looked up at the room and the skylight which let
the light in. It was truly a wonder with all the gold lighting it up.
Monique speculated on how it must have appeared in the evening with
the candle light providing the illumination. What other famous people
had made love in this bed?

“So who else do
you know of besides Liz and Dick did the nasty in this room?”
She asked Rick.

“A bunch of
politicians,” he told her, “but not too many movie star
types. I was told Errol Flynn had a very fun evening with some young
Russian women Stalin sent to him at the end of the Second World War.
Some Hollywood actress named Jane tied her boyfriend to the headboard
and worked him over with a riding crop. The KGB had those films for
years and screened them to the right people every now and then. I
don’t know who else had the benefits that went with having the
right connections to the museum. But I’m sure there were quite
a few.

“There’s
a shower stall behind one of these panels,” he told her. “We
need to find it so we can get cleaned up and see the rest of the
museum. I’m not sure where my contact is working at these days.
We’ll have to find her if we’re going to get any help at
all. I just don’t trust the agency even if we have the super
drive. They’ll find a way to get it from us and leave you and
me to burn.”

Rick helped her out
of the bed. They walked naked across the floor until he found the
panel he was searching for. Once through the door, Monique found
herself in a modern bathroom with a shower big enough for the both of
them. Rick scrubbed her all over while they were in the shower and
told her all the things he wanted to do to her once they got out of
Russia.

An hour later, a
panel inside the Egyptian exhibit in the Hermitage Museum opened up
and a figure emerged. It was Rick, trying to find out if anyone was
near the hidden panel. He glanced around, felt secure, and went back
to fetch Monique. When both of them were outside, he activated a lock
which secured the door. They continued into the exhibits, appearing
to be any other tourists.

“I expecting
the men in trench coats to show up at any minute,” Monique said
to Rick.

“They are out
there,” he told her. “But they wear heavier coats this
time of year and sheepskin caps. But with any luck we’ll be
long gone before they know where we are.”