The atmosphere between them was incredible. As she shifted her legs and
crossed them, she knew he was watching. She made even more of an effort
towards her flirtatious behaviour. The normally very defined agent cleared
his throat as he attempted to approach her.
Jack wanted her as much as she wanted him. As she sucked on the end of her pen, her red lips parted and she tilted her head slightly to the side whilst rubbing the lid against them. The truth was, he made her feel just as crazy and lustful just by sitting there. Constance's heart missed a beat as agent Bristow passed her a file and their hands collided. The sparks of electrical energy rushed through their veins like lightning. They stared into each others eyes and didn't even blink. After a few seconds, agent waters pulled away and sifted through her files before anyone noticed.
As Jack talked about the loss of Sark and how they planned to get him back, Constance watched him and how he moved as he spoke. His body enthused with ease and confidence. She wanted to tear his shirt off there and then. She stared at his hands watching and wishing they were touching her most intimate parts and stroking her to the brink of explosion. She was still thinking about him as she sat at her desk and typed a report on her involvement on the shutting down of sd-6. she couldn't help but stare at him as he rushed around the office thinking of all the things he could do to her. Jack carried on busy at work entirely unaware of the attention he was receiving from the wanting female staring in his direction.
That night at home Jack sat thinking about Constance, a glass of bourbon in his hand the ice clinking against the side. He closed his eyes and imagined touching her slender thighs, pushing up her skirt in the conference room. The reaction from her was of course complete pleasure and reciprocation, "which unfortunately is not the real case." Jack thought disturbing his fantasy. The pure delight she would receive as he thought of more things he could do to her. He could feel his hardness throbbing beneath his boxers, pressing up against the material making it strain. He ached for her touch as he imagined her lips brush against his on their way down his neck, kissing his skin softly, stroking his stomach and finally touching his hips. Jack's hand crept down under the waistband of his shorts and gently stroked his thumping penis. The touch soft against his own flesh as his mind took over. He thought of her taking him in her mouth. Happy to do so, her head moved back and forth, he pumped harder. Her tongue flicked against his balls as he thought more deeply about what it would feel like to have been that pen lid between her smooth red lips. The rhythm of his strokes quickened and he thought of his hand and her lips as one. Finally with an almighty grunt, he came to a satisfying peak as the hot liquid poured out of him and inside his shorts in strong blasts.
The phone rang and interrupted Jack as he was removing his sticky briefs. "shit..." he grabbed the phone "...hello?" agent Bristow's voice was rough and surprised the young woman on the other end. "erm agent Bristow?" she asked "yes what is it?" his tone was back to the normal flat and emotionless state it had been before hand. "we need you to come into the office. We have news on Sark." As he replaced the receiver, Jack thought about the amount of trouble that young man had caused them. why the agency didn't simply throw him in solitary confinement and leave him there was beyond him. They had been all too quick to belay that punishment on one of their own but when the CIA came to punishing real criminals, they had no idea what to do. But Jack knew. One swift bullet to the head and they would all be better off. Maybe this was his training at sd-6 talking and the amount of time he had spent in the "conversation room" yet he still believed that part of him would prefer their way of handling the bad guys.
Jack wanted her as much as she wanted him. As she sucked on the end of her pen, her red lips parted and she tilted her head slightly to the side whilst rubbing the lid against them. The truth was, he made her feel just as crazy and lustful just by sitting there. Constance's heart missed a beat as agent Bristow passed her a file and their hands collided. The sparks of electrical energy rushed through their veins like lightning. They stared into each others eyes and didn't even blink. After a few seconds, agent waters pulled away and sifted through her files before anyone noticed.
As Jack talked about the loss of Sark and how they planned to get him back, Constance watched him and how he moved as he spoke. His body enthused with ease and confidence. She wanted to tear his shirt off there and then. She stared at his hands watching and wishing they were touching her most intimate parts and stroking her to the brink of explosion. She was still thinking about him as she sat at her desk and typed a report on her involvement on the shutting down of sd-6. she couldn't help but stare at him as he rushed around the office thinking of all the things he could do to her. Jack carried on busy at work entirely unaware of the attention he was receiving from the wanting female staring in his direction.
That night at home Jack sat thinking about Constance, a glass of bourbon in his hand the ice clinking against the side. He closed his eyes and imagined touching her slender thighs, pushing up her skirt in the conference room. The reaction from her was of course complete pleasure and reciprocation, "which unfortunately is not the real case." Jack thought disturbing his fantasy. The pure delight she would receive as he thought of more things he could do to her. He could feel his hardness throbbing beneath his boxers, pressing up against the material making it strain. He ached for her touch as he imagined her lips brush against his on their way down his neck, kissing his skin softly, stroking his stomach and finally touching his hips. Jack's hand crept down under the waistband of his shorts and gently stroked his thumping penis. The touch soft against his own flesh as his mind took over. He thought of her taking him in her mouth. Happy to do so, her head moved back and forth, he pumped harder. Her tongue flicked against his balls as he thought more deeply about what it would feel like to have been that pen lid between her smooth red lips. The rhythm of his strokes quickened and he thought of his hand and her lips as one. Finally with an almighty grunt, he came to a satisfying peak as the hot liquid poured out of him and inside his shorts in strong blasts.
The phone rang and interrupted Jack as he was removing his sticky briefs. "shit..." he grabbed the phone "...hello?" agent Bristow's voice was rough and surprised the young woman on the other end. "erm agent Bristow?" she asked "yes what is it?" his tone was back to the normal flat and emotionless state it had been before hand. "we need you to come into the office. We have news on Sark." As he replaced the receiver, Jack thought about the amount of trouble that young man had caused them. why the agency didn't simply throw him in solitary confinement and leave him there was beyond him. They had been all too quick to belay that punishment on one of their own but when the CIA came to punishing real criminals, they had no idea what to do. But Jack knew. One swift bullet to the head and they would all be better off. Maybe this was his training at sd-6 talking and the amount of time he had spent in the "conversation room" yet he still believed that part of him would prefer their way of handling the bad guys.
