Chapter 13

David and Nikita took a shower together, then, gathering their possessions, loaded them into the GTI.

“Aren’t you going to be cold wearing such a revealing top and short skirt?”

“Last night, you didn’t mind parading me around basically naked. We’re on our honeymoon; I’m supposed to dress sexy for my new husband.”

“You won’t hear me complaining. I’ll keep the heat on in the car.”

“I’ll have your hands to keep me warm. Before we leave, I have a gift for you. When I knew I’d be working with the famous Jason Bourne, I saw this necklace and bought it for you.”

Nikita placed the jewelry in his hand, the gold pendant having the initials J.B. surrounded in a circle. She took it from his hand, placing it around his neck.

“I don’t have anything for you.”

“I got one too, to wear with the initials, N.B. We’re Mr. and Mrs. Johnathon and Nikita Blanchard, hence the initials J.B. and N.B.”

“We have a long drive ahead of us, a good twenty-six hours with stops for gas and food.”

‘I’m sure we can find a cozy little hostel along the way to stop for the night and continue to consummate our marriage.”

She smiled at him, raising the hem of her short skirt to reveal her bare pussy, then slipping her tits from her low top.

“Let’s see how far you can drive before you want to stop and fuck me,” she challenged.

“All the way to Kyiv,” he smiled.

“I doubt that,” she grinned, gripping his crotch.

David drove in an easterly direction on E50, relying on the GPS to guide their way. He felt like a regular tourist, taking in the rolling hills and snow-capped mountains. He always felt a quiet uneasiness whenever he crossed an international border. Nikita had him pull into a rest area short of the German border.

“Here is your passport,” she said, handing him one with the French crest on the front.

“I was going to use a different one.”

“We are husband and wife, and I changed the name on my passport before our marriage.”

“This isn’t a very good picture of me.”

“We had limited photos of you, so we had to use one from a CCTV from Moscow.”

“I’ve got long hair and a beard now.”

“I didn’t take into account your changing your appearance.”

David always felt apprehensive when crossing from one country to another. Would his facial passport be detected? Would one of his previous aliases show up on a security screen?

He approached the border crossing, following the line of vehicles.

“Guten Nachmittag. Pässe und Covid-Impfzertifikate, bitte.”

“Good afternoon. Passports and COVID vaccination certificates, please,” the border guard said in German and English.

Nikita handed them to David, who handed them to the border guard. He looked at his passport, then at him, and back to the photo. “Sir, do you realize that any changes to your appearance, such as your beard, must be reflected in an up-to-date photo.”

“I did not know that.” He could feel his pulse elevating.

Nikita unfastened her seat belt, moving closer to lean over and look out David’s window. “Believe me, this is all my husband.” David could feel her rubbing his crotch as he looked at the guard viewing his passport. “You must understand, we are on our honeymoon, driving to visit relatives in Kyiv. It seems I have my husband stopping about every five hundred kilometers to continue consummating our marriage. I am a very horny bride.”

The guard’s gaze settled on Nikita as she continued to rub David’s cock through his pants. “Would you like to see my husband’s cock? It gets very big when it’s hard and keeps me very satisfied.” David could feel her fingers trying to pull down his zipper.