Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft, Consensual, Interracial, Black Female, White Male, First, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, School, .
Desc: Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 1 - The Program meets the world of international espionage when teenage spies Dan Steele and Anastasia Storm are sent undercover to a suburban high school north of Santa Barbara. Their mission: use The Program to get close to ordinary high school students Clay Nolan and Liz Slick, and figure out where the stolen uranium centrifuges under their houses are going.
Thursday, March 29, 2007, London, England
Ms. Nicklebanks showed me into the conference room, seated around the table were two people around my age, a statuesque black girl, and a tall and rather imposing boy in an American army uniform.
I walked up to the girl and introduced myself.
"Steele, Dan Steele, I don't believe we've met."
"Anastasia Storm, CIA."
"Well, there goes my holiday."
"Ever been to California?"
"Once, but it ended with an anaconda being slipped into my bed."
"Hopefully this trip will be a little less exciting."
"What did you have in mind?"
"Glad you asked," the boy said, "I'm David Ginsberg, by the way. We've been monitoring Iran's nuclear program, and it appears they're using our uranium."
"Specifically, they're stealing enriched uranium centrifuges from the Diablo Canyon reactor, north of Santa Barbara. We've done a thorough search of the area, and found some funny radiation signatures around San Miguel High School. The three of us are going to enroll as students and scope out the place."
"Why are you using MI6?"
"We need people with experience operating in the nude, and after that heroin smuggling ring in the nudist colony, you fit the bill perfectly. We have identified two houses with radiation signatures similar to the school. You will infiltrate the school and be assigned to The Naked in School Program with the students residing in those houses."
"That's a real thing?"
"So our assignment is to seduce these students, get inside their houses, and do a little exploration once we're there."
"Precisely, but first, we have to deal with the demand side of the equation. We leave for Tehran in the morning."
"Where are you staying tonight?"
"We were going to get a motel somewhere."
"Why don't you stay over at my place? I could get to know Ms. Storm a little better."
"That sounds like a wonderful idea," Anastasia said.
They followed me out of the room.
"How was Tokyo?" Nickelbanks asked.
"Oh, the usual, shadowing the ambassador's daughter."
"You'll have to take me along some day."
"Nickelbanks, my dear, you're 42 and I'm 15. I don't think it would work out."
"Is she always like that?" David asked as we got in the car.
"Yes, I think she did the same thing to my father."
"So this is a family business?"
"Impressive. Is your father still active?"
"I'm afraid not. IRA got him when I was seven."
"Hezbollah when I was 10. What about you two?"
"Ran away from home and joined the army when I was 14. Somehow they figured out I had an aptitude for this kind of shit."
Anastasia spoke up. "My parents died in a car crash three years ago. It was either the CIA or foster care."
We traded war stories the rest of the drive. When we got home I showed David and Anastasia upstairs.
"I assume you'll be sharing my bed?" I asked Anastasia.
"Of course, why don't we test it out?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
She lay down on the bed. I got on top of her and began unzipping her dress.
"It unhooks in the front."
"Excellent idea." I undid her bra and massaged her breasts as she took off her panties.
"Now, how much of a hurry are you in?"
"I think David's preparing a presentation, let's take our time."
"Then I'll have time to show you something I picked up in Tokyo."
I placed my hand between her legs and went to work. Within a few minutes I felt her body shudder with orgasm. She breathed in deeply and sighed.
"That was amazing."
I stood up and stripped off. Anastasia looked up at me appreciatively. "You could use a little sun, but overall not bad."
I leaned in, pressing my body into hers. She gasped as I entered her. Her pelvic muscles tightened around my penis as I began thrusting.
"Good God, this is the best I've had in weeks," I gasped.
"Thanks, you're not half bad yourself."
We kept going until I came. I grabbed a box of cigarettes from the dresser. I lit one and offered it to Anastasia. She took a drag while I placed the ashtray on my chest and then offered it to me. When we'd finished, we showered off together.
"I suppose we'd better get dressed," she said.
"Why bother. We'll have to get used to being naked anyway."
We toweled off and walked into the living room, where David had set up an easel with a picture of the Iranian nuclear facility.
"Great, I've just finished setting up."
We sat down on the sofa as he began talking. "The plan is to be mailed to the British embassy in Tehran via diplomatic pouch. We'll dress as women and take the bus to this facility, which is about 13 miles south of the city center. Once there, we'll lay low until nightfall and then sneak into the facility through a hole in the fence about here." He indicated a spot on the picture with a ruler. "We'll place thermite charges here, here, and here and then get the fuck out. 10 minutes later, the charges will go off, causing the building to collapse into the enrichment facility underneath it. This will crush the centrifuges, releasing the uranium and rendering the site too hot for any salvage operations for the next 75 years or so."
"Brilliant," I said, "now is anyone else hungry? I've got a recipe for smoked salmon with a cognac sauce that I want to try out."
"Sounds good," David said, "any plans for the rest of the night?"
"I thought it'd be nice to sit around and talk shop over drinks."
"You don't have any lady friends that would be interested in me, do you?"
"How picky are you?"
"I just got off a six month tour in Anbar province. Not even my hand for company."
"In that case you deserve the best. I'll ring up Kitty Grey. She once got an SVR hitman to defect using only her tongue."
Kitty came over just after dinner. I think she was a little surprised at Anastasia's and my choice of outfit. She'd worn a grey taffeta cocktail dress. I made everyone manhattans, Kitty's drink of choice, and we settled in for a quiet evening, the first I'd had in a long time. As the hour grew late, Kitty and David retired to the guest bedroom.
"Time for another go round," Anastasia suggested.
"Splendid idea." I followed her to my room.
We had just finished up when I heard Kitty screaming with pleasure. She normally didn't make any noise at all; intelligence agents are trained to be discreet in such matters.
"What's he know that I don't?" I asked.
"It's not what he knows it's the size," Anastasia explained. "I've never seen it but from the feeling he's got to be at least 10 inches."
"You've never seen it?"
"He never does it with the lights on, has some kind of hang-up about his body."
"You don't feel embarrassed being naked in front of people?"
"My dear, when you've jumped a motorcycle through a church window during a wedding, you don't feel embarrassed about much of anything."