Code Name - 'Loretta'
by Jack Spencer

It was part of the job. I knew it was coming. I was kind of looking forward to it. Counselor. Career coach. Passing the torch. Whatever you called it, there was a considerable amount of effort and sensitivity involved. It's essential for the organization. It was crucial for the trainee.

It was a turning point for me, too. Once you're past a certain age, the need to pass on your life's wisdom is almost an imperative. Maybe not as intense and fervent as sex is when you're young, but just as all-consuming. But it also marked the end of field-work for me. 'Over-the-hill.' That's what I called trainers my age when I was a new recruit. I was young and brash and stupid. Now I'm older but I'm still alive. It's long been policy, and it seems to work, that ex-field agents bring along the new recruits and trainees.

I don't think I'll miss the missions, adrenalin has never my favorite drug. But I know the younger agents will think I'm 'over-the-hill'. That'll take getting used to.

'Mentor'! Ha! What a tame word. Mere words could not describe the absolute, intimate, even invasive, emotional involvement between trainer and trainee. This was no degrading boot camp; the organization only recruited smart strong capable adults. None of the namby-pamby Ivy-League whelps that 'The Company' so famously recruited. We wanted real people with real life experience. Let 'The Company' 'develop potential talent'. We got ours already fired, forged and quenched. 

We were always scouting likely candidates from all over, but mostly where it's hard to grow up straight; those from the inner-city who hadn't succumbed to the 'poor me' shit, those from the Southwest who saw past the peasant mentality, anybody from the crummy little Southern towns where 'The Man' still bossed from the 'Big House'. They had fought. They had survived. They knew right from wrong. They knew who they were.

'Loretta' was my first trainee. Not a lot in her dossier, that's a good sign. She'd been scouted before of course, we usually keep an eye on potentials for a few years, lastly by 'Zeke'. He was a good scout but he had the personalty of a horny 13year old. (Hmm, maybe that was part of his technique; if HE couldn't phase her ...) Early thirties, married, two kids, crummy little Southern town, worked in a hotel by the rail yards, - always remembered to bring Iced Tea??? What the ...??? Jeez! Were they scouting her or crushing on her??? 

Hold on! I'm new at this, They've been doing this for years. I get it; attention to detail. Good memory for faces, habits. Those are vital attributes for a field agent! Sorry, guys. Should've trusted you.

I first saw her in the lunchroom. Pretty! A little thing with silky wavy honey brown hair. She had butterfly pins on her apron.

"Iced tea, no ice."

She cocked her head and her smile lit up the room. "Well wouldn't that just be 'tea'?" This might be harder than I expected but it'll be a lot of fun.

"'Tea', thanks.", I acknowledged with a grin.

"Well, OK!", she grinned back. "You're a troublemaker aren't you?" You have no idea, I thought.




I watched her as she went about her duties. She never missed an order (What is it about some people? "Ham sandwich special, but no fries, and half glass of lemonade." Just order the friggin' sandwich, already! Don't eat the fries. Drink half the lemonade. Some friggin' people!) And she always had a flirtatious way with the customers - not the mean, tease-the-old-guy crap. Everybody was having fun. She knew who she was. I liked her. I established a routine, every Wednesday and Thursday. I was a 'traveling salesman'. After the second day, she had my 'tea' ready before I got there. Damn!

The organization has a very effective scouting program. No one ever knew they were being scouted, scouting is always very discreet. Then a recruiter was chosen after a comprehensive computer match to the subject. An important part of the of the screening was sexual compatibility; sex is a very effective recruiting tactic. Once romantic trust is established, recruitment is much easier. And these were real romantic relationships, not cheap deceptions. Real trust can't be faked, and a deceived, then betrayed, recruit does NOT make an effective agent. The overall program had a better than 75 per cent success rate. Long-lasting amorous attachments are even higher.

Recruiting, though subtle, can't be secret. Over a couple of weeks we chatted and flirted and made a connection, or, maybe my male vanity wanted to believe there was a connection. I'd never done this before, well, not for the organization.

The scouting reports are very thorough, we're professionals after all, including all of the subjects habits and routines. I 'ran into' her outside Publix and helped her load a 50-pound bag of feed for 'Bubba' into the back of her station wagon. We chatted for a while. "You're looking for trouble, aren't you 'Doug'?", she asked with a sly, disappointed smile.

"More than you could guess.", I nodded back. "I'd like to take you out to dinner tomorrow night."

"You know I'm married", she stated suspiciously. She'd heard THIS line before.

"I also know that you like to eat at Charlie's." The suspicion turned to startled. "I also know that 'Dan' and the boys will be gone fishing for two days." Her eyes got wide with fear.

"How did you know all that?"

"You told me." True, but we had verification. 

"Loretta, I AM trouble. But I'm only as much trouble as YOU want. And I'm NOT a danger, to you or to anyone you love.", I said seriously, with an earnest smile. I touched her arm gently. "I like you." She didn't move away. "I would like to take you out to dinner tomorrow night."

She was silent for almost a minute. "I can't be seen in Charlie's when Danny's out of town", she said firmly. Jeez! Stupid petty small town restrictions. Let somebody try to be happy or different and they get squashed back into place. So this was the great computer match I've heard so much about ...

"You'll have to come to my place." HUH? Huh! I'll be darned! 

She was thinking. While I waited, I thought quickly. Naturally I'd studied the satellite and surveillance photos of her house, probably come in from the West on Waterford and ...

"You'll have to come in from the West on Waterford ..." She gave me simple directions. 

"See you at lunch, OK?", I asked.

"I knew you were a troublemaker the first time I saw you", she smirked.

Wow! Gotta hand it to the guys in the psychology labs!




I pulled in and parked behind the shed. Loretta lived on 2.748 (I told you they were thorough!) wooded acres, pretty isolated from the neighbors. IF you came in from the West on Waterford. As I was walking toward the house, Loretta stepped out on the back porch and looked at where I'd parked . "How did you know to park there? Have you been here before? Are you stalking me?" She'd moved her hand so I could see the pistol. It was still pointed to the ground. It was cocked but her finger was outside the trigger guard. Better and better.

"I looked on Google maps to check the directions. They've got those satellite photos of everywhere, now." Mostly true. "Is that veal stew? Smells great."

She scanned the perimeter, well actually she just looked around to make sure everything was OK. In a month she would be scanning the perimeter. She relaxed a little and just turned back into the kitchen. She left the door open.

I checked the inside of the house for danger; it was second nature, by now. I ignore how a place is furnished; I'm not a decorator. You CAN'T tell anything important about a person from stuff like that. The kitchen table was set for two and Loretta had her back to me stirring the stew on the stove. She had a butterfly clip in her hair.

My fingers brushed the little hairs on the back of her neck. She gasped and stopped stirring. After about two minutes, I had to caress each hair, her breathing was a little more regular. She put the lid back on the pot but did nothing else. Another minute or two and her chin was resting on her chest. 

My plan was working; I love neck nibbling! I unclipped the butterfly, and pinned her hair up with it. Her neck was mine! She slowly melted into my arms. I turned off the stove and scooped her up; her arms instinctively wrapped around my neck. I held her high enough so she could nuzzle it. She did!

Hers was only a double bed; I'd have to hang over the end, but I wasn't there for sleeping. I laid her on the bed and knelt on the floor. She watched me as I leaned over to kiss her mouth. Her response was nice but there wasn't much passion. When I gently pushed my tongue between her lips her eyes closed and she hugged me just a little bit closer. I pulled back a little and her eyes opened. She smiled as I kissed her nose, and her eyes closed again when I kissed her eyelids. When I nibbled her eyebrows, she giggled. She seemed to like her earlobes sucked and nibbled, too. We kissed some more before I took exactly seven kisses to reach her chin. Eight more and I was kissing her throat. I just kept going from there. Momentum, or something. When I got to her top button I started back up until I was gently licking around the hollow of her throat. When I'd kissed back down to the top button, it was opened! I kept kissing past it to the second button then started back up until I was sucking and nibbling on her sweet lower lip. When I'd kissed back down to the second button, it was opened, too. I kissed past it to the third button and it was already open. Her bra's a front-loader; she likes me! Still clasped, but I'll take care of that later. And to the fourth button. And the fifth. I kissed until I reached her bellybutton and sucked and tongued that for a while. I wasn't quite done with her lower lip, though. 

As I kissed back up to her beautiful mouth, I quickly opened her bra clasp with my teeth and tongue. She tensed and partly sat up and opened her eyes. Had I gone too far? She looked at me and at her opened bra and back at me. Her eyes got very wide as she slowly smiled in amazement. She then blinked the cutest little head-curtsy before she closed her eyes again and lowered her head back on the pillow. Her hand came up to play with my hair.

All this time she was moving her body gently; kind of a slow, controlled shiver, like she was trying to shrug herself into the mattress. Her mouth was still wonderful, and when I butterfly(!)-kissed her eyelids I could feel her shake in a silent giggle. But nipples were awaiting. I can't say no to waiting nipples. I'm weak that way.

I kissed down between her breasts and playfully bulldozed her top open with my nose. Making the appropriate noises, of course. More silent giggling. Making love to Loretta is fun!

All my previous efforts seemed to have relaxed Loretta to the point of liquidity. When I sucked her nipple into my mouth, though, things changed. A lot. With a sudden throaty moan she threw her head back and arched completely off the bed. Her knees bent as she rubbed her thighs together. She used both hands to crush my mouth to her breast. 

I began a rhythmic sucking while I ran my tongue over her stiffened nipple. My palm circled her silky soft belly. And tickled her belly button. And played with her other breast, gently twisting her nipple. And reached under her and squeezed her firm butt cheeks. And raked my finger nails over the cloth covering her inner thighs. And slowly squeezed her pussy.

As I reached between her legs to crush her ass in my hand, her breathing stopped and her body convulsed in long slow shuddering orgasm that seemed to last hours. She writhed silently as I sucked and tongued her nipple and my hand rubbed and gripped her ass. She humped my wrist as it ground into her pussy.

Her breathing finally started again in deep rasping gasps and she started to push me away. I wrapped the bedclothes around her like I was swaddling a baby and lay down beside her. I hugged her to me as I delicately kissed her cheek and eyes and neck. She was asleep before her breathing evened out.

When she was soundly asleep I unwrapped her and gently stripped her naked. Her jeans and pink panties slipped off easily. I had to sit her up to remove her shirt and bra but she didn't wake. I hadn't seen both of her breasts until then. They made a very nice pair! Her pussy hair was almost as silky soft as the hair that spread over her pillow, and her very wet pussy had very sweet juices. 

I wasn't afraid that she'd wake up and find me taking advantage of her in her sleep. I was hoping she would wake so she would enjoy the feel of my cock thrusting into her as much as I was. I don't think of myself as kinky but I guess stroking in and out of an unconscious woman is a little, um, ...

My hands were on the bed on either side of her slim waist and my arms held me up so I could admire this beautiful woman. I took about half an hour of deep sloow plunging into Loretta's smooth pussy to calm my agitated cock. (If I don't actually come, then it's not actually, um, you know. Right?) 

When we became calmer (you know, we) I straightened out my side of the bed and laid Loretta there on her side. I then straightened out the other side and laid down behind her, my bottom arm cradling her head, my top arm over her waist, my hand on her breast, and my middle leg back in her warm wet pussy. We lay like this, me thrusting deeply and sloowly, until I fell asleep.





When I awoke from a very pleasant dream, Loretta slowly raised her head, sucking all the moisture off my cock as she did. "Good morning, beautiful", I smiled. 

"I'm not leaving Dan. I ... I love him."

"You'd be a fool to. You love him. He's a great guy. He loves you and the boys. You have a great marriage. I didn't come here to come between you and Dan. I came here to offer you a job."

Her look of rage startled me. She wrapped the sheet around her as she sat up and turned away from me. "What? As your whore?"

I didn't say anything but I caressed the small of her back with my toes.

"No. Of course not." , she finally decided. She covered us with the sheet as she settled back between my legs. "I didn't think you were a salesman", she said before she sucked me back into her mouth. She was just trying to get me comfortable, not get me off. I was very comfortable. She lay straddling my leg, and I gently rubbed her pussy with the top of my foot.

I explained briefly and in very general terms, she wasn't committed yet, the mission of the organization and the role she could play in it.

She was silent for a little over 12 minutes. I timed her; yeah, I know. All the while she was still covered by the sheet, slowly bobbing on my cock as her fingers played with my balls and pubic hair. Her lips and tongue just barely touching me. Very comforting. She was comforting me! I didn't want it to end if she stopped, but I didn't want it to end if I came, either.

"slurp." I got a sudden chill. "Tell me more." Mmmm. Warm again.

I explained about the scouting and compatibility programs, and why she was selected.

"So you're a recruiter? This is what you do? Does this technique work for all your 'assignments'?

"You're my first. I care about you. We were psychologically and emotionally matched to care about each other; like computer dating. Yeah, it helps with recruiting, but we'll also make sure to keep each other out of danger. That's why you've never heard of us. We're committed to each other, and we don't let each other screw up. My 'technique' was to talk to you and get to know you and fall in love with you. 

She caressed me with her lips for another six and a half minutes. Ohh! That chill again! She lifted the sheet off her head and looked at me for a long time. 

"OK" was all she said. It said it all. 

She crawled forward slowly, caressing her soft breasts up my thighs and belly and chest. We kissed for a long time and she slid back down and forced her wet hot pussy over my cock. All I could see was the top of her head. I couldn't even reach down to kiss it. Sometimes being tall really blows.

Finally, when her thrusting and groans were coming faster and harder, she sat up to get better control. I was really glad she did that. When she's on top she makes the rules, but I really wanted to watch. Her beautiful tits were bouncing in time to her thrusting and I was very careful caressing and twisting them; I knew how sensitive they were. I couldn't reach her lips but I could reach around under her thigh to find her clit. I rapidly diddled her rigid shaft, careful to keep away from her glans. Her groans got deeper and closer together until they were one continuous low growl. She stiffened and quivered through a long orgasm while I continued to pump into her. When she hung her head and collapsed onto my chest, I rolled us over and thrust into her harder and faster until we both shuddered and came. 

When I was spent, and her hands had unclenched from my hair and the sheet, I rolled us over again and pulled up the blankets. I could feel her breath on my chest and her fingertips circling my nipple. She shuddered each time my nails raked her hips. She fell asleep first and I was right behind her.




"I'll have to tell Dan", she said the next morning.

"Of course. We'll have to do it together. I can answer questions you haven't asked."

"Like what?"

"I can't tell you until you ask, silly. Then, maybe, I can tell you. Get it?"

We agreed to meet back here in four days. Dan would be here but the boys wouldn't.

We sat out on the lawn during a beautiful mild January evening. Loretta leaned back in her lawn chair, her feet together and her arms hugging her knees. She kind of peeked over them as I explained some of what I'd told her. I explained the secrecy involved, the danger, and that he'd been scouted too. Not as an agent, but because Loretta might be one. She'd need his support. That we wouldn't be telling either of them if we weren't confident that they could be trusted. and that they would say yes. He listened without a word, looking from me to her and back. When I was done, he just nodded. "OK."

We sat there a few minute, no need to hurry. "Did she do that thing where she just touches her lips on your dick?" Neither of moved. "'Cause I'd really like to thank the guy she learnt that from, but she just won't say", he said with a smile.

"Jimmie Lucas", she whispered through her knees. 

"Jimmie Lucas? Little Jimmie Lucas? That four-eyed ... Jimmie Lucas???" He started chuckling. "Well, I'll be gawd damned! Little Jimmie Lucas! I'll be gawd damned! 

He stood up and turned toward the house. "Listen. I'd really like a beer. Darlin'?" She just shook her head. "Doug?"

"I'll just have some iced tea, no ice."

"Well, wouldn't that just be 'tea'?"
 
I said "'Tea', thanks." as Loretta dissolved in giggles.


