Chapter 2

Every Marine Guard, every State Department employee, USG agency employee, and even employees of private contractors who are detailed or contracted to a U.S Embassy, knows there are some strict rules related to contacts with foreign nationals. And of course, when you are at a U.S. Embassy, almost everyone outside the Embassy is a foreign national, because you are in their country. From their perspective they are natives, and you are the foreigner. Essentially, everyone except the people you work with all day long are foreign nationals. Every clerk at a convenience store, anybody you strike up a conversation at a public event or even any girl you meet at a bar, they are all, by definition, foreign nationals. You get the picture.

So in order to avoid getting into trouble, and possibly losing your job (or worse), when you are assigned to an embassy, and they remind you that you have reporting requirements for certain contacts with foreign nationals, you want to make sure that you don’t cross a line, and you spend some time reading those rules, to make sure you don’t accidentally ruin your career by either a) having a prohibited contact, or b) having a contact that’s allowed, but failing to report it. Either one will get you in serious hot water.

The first rule is the general, applies to all situations, with a few exceptions. Basically, it is that all contacts with a foreign national of a personal nature should be reported, with some required information to the base PSO, or Post Security Officer. Then there is a section that describes some basic exceptions to that general rule. And these are important, because you really don’t want to have to file a report, every time you have a conversation in a bar, with some cute local girl, who you haven’t even gotten her name yet, when she leaves for some reason. I mean, you could go to a bar, and depending on whether it was hopping or not, you might have to report a dozen “Contacts” with foreign nationals.

The good news is that there are a couple of generous exceptions, that cover a lot of territory. I’m just going to quote the two key relevant sentences here:

“The reporting of limited or casual public contact with foreign nationals is not required absent any other reporting requirement in this policy. Reporting of foreign unofficial contacts is not required when there is only an exchange of personal information (e.g., information that can reasonably identify an individual, recorded in a material form or not).”

So there you are: As long as the contact is limited or casual and is in public, you are good to go. And then the second part, if all you are doing is exchanging names and phone numbers, no problem.

Now, if you are like me, you are thinking about this scenario: what if I meet a very cute, and very sexy FN (foreign national), say when I am assigned to Prague, CZ? Do I have to report the “contact” or not?

Here’s a possible scenario. It’s completely made-up, of course.

I’m out with a couple of Embassy colleagues at a local pub, and across the room I spot this drop-dead gorgeous young blond- say 18-21 range- and she is dressed in a super skinny black micro mini-skirt, that shows her entire lean, tanned runners’ legs and a hint of her tight little ass. And after I’m able to slowly raise my eyes from her legs to her chest, where she is poorly hiding a pair of exceptionally perky B-sized titties under a thin stretchy crop-top, I finally look her in the eye. And when I do look her in the eye, I see that she is looking right back at me. And so I smile my best across-the-room smile, and give her a little military-style nod, I get a very friendly smile back. And, a little nod. Now I’m not going to lie to you: this does not happen to me every day, and certainly not with a girl so hot she could ignite wet kindling in a forest just by walking past it. So when this girl acknowledged my presence and smiled, I didn’t waste a lot of time getting off my barstool, without saying a word to my friends, and walking directly to her table. I then offer an up-close smile and a greeting in Jana’s--- I mean the FN’s- native language. Let’s say the FN and I talk and drink a few beers, share contact info, and then decide to go for walk. We walk around a couple of the crowded public squares in Prague, we decide to sit down on a secluded bench in a small park off the main drag, and we begin to make out. Let’s just say we get a little carried away, and deep tongue dancing leads to some aggressive groping of each other’s bodies. That leads to some oral sex on her, followed by some oral sex on me, followed by having the FN cutie lean over the back of that bench and me giving her a good 9 inches of rock-hard American cock. As a direct result of that very enthusiastic and enjoyable fucking, said FN had what appeared to be a strong orgasm, which more--or-less coincided with my own release of a couple spurts of hot cum shot over her lovely tanned back and into her hair. After some hugging and pleasantries, we decided it would be too complicated to go to either of our homes that night, so we parted ways, and say we will be in touch. And at least from my perspective, I meant it.

Now looking at the whole interaction, it looks like I may be OK to not report my contact with the FN. While our contact could not be described as limited contact, it was certainly casual and it was in public, if shielded from view by the undergrowth and trees of the small, forested area. So far, so good.

Now comes the problem: If I call Jana (might as well just use the FN’s name, since I’ve already unintentionally used it before) to set up a date, and we meet, have some drinks and then go back to her home and I eat some more of that delicious teen (Jana turned out to be just 18) pussy, and I fuck some more of that super fuckin’ tight teenage pussy, and even have her asking me to fuck her in her even tighter teenage butthole, the contact may go beyond--well beyond casual, and of course far, far in excess of limited contact, and in her home, it’s not public anymore.

Really sucks, doesn’t it?

So what is an Embassy employee to do?

Chapter 2

As we learned in the first chapter, we can have unbelievable dirty sex with a young foreign national in our host country, as long as it’s at least borderline public, and it is either limited (which would kind of exclude the dirty sex) or it’s casual, meaning not planned and not regular. So, I deduced, as long as I can pick up a new smokin’ hottie every time I go out on the town, I can fuck her silly, and avoid getting in any trouble for not reporting contacts. And, of course, not endanger national security. Next time I was out in Prague, of course I head to my favorite bar, where of course I spot Jana at the bar. She looks at least as hot as the last time, when I met her. She is wearing a pair of worn, somewhat tattered blue jeans, with lots of tears and holes, with fraying edges, that fit her like a second skin. The jeans are low cut, and so they stretch across her hips, and reveal the long v of her tummy, as it points downward toward her little honeypot. The fabric is stretched tightly across her little mound. In back, it reveals her tramp stamp, a pair of flourishes, with a rose in the middle. And she is wearing a thin yellow cotton camisole suspended from her shoulders by two thin straps, clearly showing her pointy little nips, and showing plenty of tight abs below. I get hard almost as soon as I see her. I greet her with a warm kiss and a hug, that she reciprocates with a fierce hug that allows me to feel those lovely tits pressed up against me as well as grab a feel of the tight ass in those jeans. She laughs as she feels my dick reaching uncomfortable hardness, and I need to reach down to re-arrange myself.

I then explain to Jana that we cannot go to either of our houses, and we also can’t even get together tonight, because of the rules. But I suggest there might be way to work around the rules—if she has a friend who might be able to help us out. Jana smiles, and says she has many friends, but I might have to help them with university expenses or something similar. Perfect, I tell her. This way the contact can still be casual, and not ongoing. And if she happens to come along and find me with a friend, and decides to join in the fun, that’s certainly still casual, isn’t it?

So, Jana slides off her bar stool, and seductively walks away, her gorgeous butt cheeks rising and falling as she walks in her platform sandals, toward a small group of giggly teens on the far side of the room. A few minutes later, with Jana sitting with the group, one of them looks toward me, smiles, and begins walking toward me. She looks too young, but I guess she must be 18 if she’s in a bar, right? Unlike Jana, she has dark hair, straight with pigtails on both sides of her cute face. She is slim, with narrow hips, and what appears to be a tiny little bubble-butt packed into a pair of tight short-shorts that encases her little butt, and stretch across her hips in front. She’s got small tits, not more than an A-cup, but with prominent dark pointy nips that seem to be almost piercing her tight, white stretchy knit top.