Spy in the Camp (Foxy Lady and CougarGirl)

[Foxy Lady]

Dale sat on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees, his fingers running through his short black hair. He’d known he couldn’t carry this off. He’d known it all along, right from the start, as soon as he was called in for the initial briefing. He’d told his boss he couldn’t do it. There were other guys on the team who could manage it, but not him. But the boss wouldn’t listen. ‘You’re a professional,’ he told him, ‘you’ll be up to anything the job requires. You’ll see.’ Well he’d been wrong and Dale had been right. He’d been dreading this moment for the past six months, from the moment he established contact. Now all the effort was wasted. He’d blown it, big time.

 

[CougarGirl]

Andy – short for Andrea – reached out and touched Dale’s back, as soft and gentle a touch as she could manage. She dragged her large body over so that her head was beside his, her straggly hair fell on his shoulder.

‘Don’t worry,’ she tried to reassure him. ‘It doesn’t matter. We just need to take things slowly. It’s been a long time, for both of us.’ She stroked his back, enjoying the feel of his firm muscles. ‘And don’t worry. This is just between the two of us. No one else is going to know.’

She wasn’t giving up on him, not yet anyway, not after waiting for so long. She was owed by the group after all the work she put in and the shrewd tactical sense she had brought to its activities. But she was the only one among the leading activists without a partner. None of the men showed any interest, preferring the more obvious beauties like Ella. She’d tried to hit on him right from the start, despite being an item with Todd - Ella certainly wasn’t exclusive. But Dale had rebuffed her, which had given Andy some hope. Until, that is, she began to worry that he might be gay. But he hadn’t shown any interest in any of the gay men or they in him. Which had given her hope again.

But it had only been tonight, almost six months to the day that she had first set eyes on him at the rally, that she had finally got him into her bed. They had talked, confided. She’s admitted that she’s been without a partner now for almost 2 years and he had told her of a relationship breakdown just before he committed to their group. And then, after a long chat, nothing. He couldn’t perform. Simple as that. Just couldn’t get hard. He’d not warned her that he had ‘problems’. But looking back, maybe this was why he wasn’t interested in Ella and why he was so keen to spend so long chatting when she finally got him to her bed.

Well she wasn’t giving up yet, not when she had been so close to her first fuck in 2 years. No way. She’d say anything she had to to keep him in her bed so that she could work on him.

 

[Foxy Lady]

It wasn’t her size that was the problem, not as such. Dale had coped with big women before. On his first ever assignment he had handled ‘the gigantic twins’ as his boss had dubbed them without pausing for breath. They could often be more fun than women like the elfin Ella. He wondered if she might be the informer. There had to be one for his boss to know so much about the group. And she fitted the bill, always around, eager to get to know everyone, but not taking an active part. Listening not doing. But he’d never know, that wasn’t the sort of information that was ever disclosed.

No, it wasn’t Andy’s size. It was that she didn’t care. Her face was always fresh, but she never wore makeup. Her clothes were always clean, although they came from a charity shop and neither matched each other nor suited her. Her hair was always washed, but it was straggly and unkempt, like she never combed it. That was what put him off. He liked his women to be, well, women, and Andy wasn’t. She had not bothered about her figure either. And when she had enticed him into her room and undressed, he found what he had expected to find. A bra that had once been white and was now grey, and black lace panties that were frayed around the hems. She had a roll of fat around her waist, flabby thighs and tits that hung like semi inflated balloons.

But he had to persevere, as best he could. He let himself be eased back onto the bed and pulled the sheet to cover them. It might be easier if he didn’t have to look at that mountain of pale flesh. She put her arms round him and pulled him close.

‘Sorry,’ he mumbled with as much sincerity as he could muster. ‘It has been a long time. And I’ve got to admit I am rather in awe of you, you’re so important in the group I never imagined you’d be interested in me.’

He pretended to peek at her tits under the sheet so that she couldn’t read his expression.