Bond Reports In

Rising up from the stack of pillows, Bond placed his hands on Sylvia's bare shoulders and gently lifted her up. "I have to see what my Managing Director wants," he said, his brown eyes looking incredibly sad.

He left the bedroom for the living room, lifting the receiver and dialing the rotary phone. The Motorola Pageboy I only alerted a subscriber that someone had called. An answering service had to be contacted for details on who phoned, what the call-back number was, and any messages. By the time Bond had finished the call and returned to the bedroom, Sylvia was already dressed.

"Let me throw on some clothes and I'll drop you off at you home on my way to the office," he told her.

"It's o.k.," she replied, stepping up to the still naked Secret Agent. "I can catch a cab and when you are free, give me a call." She reached down to curl the slender fingers of one hand around the not-quite-hard, not-quite-soft cock. "Give me a call and we can continue where we left off."

The dick in her hand quickly responded, swelling and growing, increasing in both length and width. Talking down to Bond's penis, Sylvia Trench told the organ, "Make sure that your Daddy brings little James over to my house so that we can play some more." Lifting her eyes to Bond's face, she smiled coyly, "Although little James isn't quite so little. But I bet he is sad."

As she was talking, she was also stroking, squeezing when her hand moved towards her, relaxing on the down-stroke. 007 had his eyes half-closed and he sighed, "We both are."

A drop of pre-cum oozed from the slit at the end of his dick as she teasingly worked it. "Oh, look," she said, reaching out with her free hand to swipe the clear, sticky droplet off. "He's even crying."

Sylvia brought her forefinger up to her lips, lapping it clean of James's emission. "Until tonight," she told him, releasing his erection and heading for the door. "Ciao."

***** ***** *****

Miss Moneypenny was putting some folders in the filing cabinets when the outer door to her office opened. The medium-brim felt dress hat that flew through the air to land on one of hooks of the coat rack and umbrella stand announced the arrival of 007. "James!" she gasped, always happy to see him.

"Miss Moneypenny," he replied, stepping up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. "What does he want this time."

They both knew who 'he' was. "You know I have to let him tell you that," she cooed, tiling her head back and rotating her bottom against his crotch.

"Ah, the ever loyal Miss Moneypenny," he replied, burying his nose in her poofed up red hair and meeting her backing up movement with a forward thrust of his pelvis. "You can't even give me a little security breach?"

"Why, James," her eyes grew wide and she looked back at him over her shoulder when she felt his erection pressing against her buns. "I don't think I've ever known you to be this happy to see me."

Resting his chin on her shoulder, he continued to grind against her. "Hmmm, yes. A bit of un-finished business, I'm afraid."

She kept on rotating her backside into his crotch. "Oh, poor James, did that page come at a bad time?"

"More a case of a good time turning bad," he answered, his hands sliding up to grab her breasts encased in the knit dress she was wearing. Even through her bra, he could feel her nipples reacting.

"You will have to give my apologies to the poor girl," she said, reaching back with one hand to snake in between their tightly pressed bodies. "Oh, my," she exclaimed when her fingers curled around the outline of his erection through his pants. "Give her my sincere apologies."

She started sliding her hand up and down over that hard-on. He did not have a witty comeback to her last remark. Instead, he began hunching his hips, thrusting his trapped boner back and forth into her philandering hand.

As Miss Moneypenny jerked Bond off through the fabric of his pants, he succeeded in opening a couple of buttons on the front of her dress and snaking his hand inside her bodice. The two MI6 employees were playing a game of 'chicken', seeing which one would stop first.

Moving her hand off the confined erection, she reached in between his thighs to grasp his balls. "I bet these are just full of cum. All bloated and swollen and desperately in need of emptying." Her voice was thick and raspy.

By now, Bond had his right hand inside Miss Moneypenny's dress and slid it down the top of her bra. He was tweaking her protruding nipple with his thumb and forefinger. At the same time, she began seeking out the tab of his zipper.

At that moment the intercom on her desk blared out, "Miss Moneypenny, when oh-oh-seven gets here, send him into my office immediately."

The couple flew apart, Bond taking a step back and Miss Moneypenny scurrying around her desk. Pressing down a toggle switch, she answered, "Yes, sir. He just walked in. He was about to," she grinned wickedly at Bond, "Come... Into see you."

Bond retrieved his hat from the stand and held it in front of his crotch as he opened the door to M's office.