In Flight Rehearsal

Getting selected to work for an intelligence agency was something I never planned, but now I’m training to be an agent. Sophia is in my class, too. The Agency is good at recruiting, but they never expected a pair like us. The raw, lustful show we gave them at the hotel where we stayed while going through interviews during our recruitment had generated stories that quickly spread through the ranks. We knew we were under surveillance, even in our rooms, but we did it anyway. 

I often think about those two nights in the hotel with Sophia. When we met, we both used fake names. I was Jennifer and she was Erica. It added to the intrigue for me. During classes, I catch myself thinking about the moment we met, the seduction and the sex. I want more, but there isn’t time during training and absolutely no privacy in our dorm on the secluded rural campus. Every moment is dedicated to training. Even the time we have for sleep and personal hygiene is tightly scheduled. 

At night it’s like being a teenager again, unable to resist the urge to touch myself. So every night, except when we are out on an exercise or I am completely exhausted, I think about Sophia and make myself cum. It never takes long. Every time we are near each other is a temptation, one that has to be tamped down. I know she is going through the same thing. The glances we trade almost every day give her away. 

Patience. Our time will come later.

We both thrive in the training environment. Good students usually do. But it’s all just simulation and theory. The best of us quickly get this and know that there is much more to learn beyond basic tradecraft and the mind games of recruiting spies. We are untested novices at best. 

Then one morning the unexpected happened and our lives would never be the same. Our entire class of 35 was in a classroom session taking in a lecture. Like some bizarre dream, a man in a suit opened the door, stepped in and addressed the instructor.

“Sorry for the interruption, but I need to see two of your students on an urgent matter.”

The man asked for Sophia and me, telling us to bring our belongings with us. We followed him out of the building and got into his car. Once in the car, he started to explain.

“We need you for a special mission. My team has an ongoing operation. We need for you to be Erica and Jennifer again for at least two nights in New York. You’ll be back with your class as soon as possible, probably less than a week. There is very little risk to you. Any questions?”

This was real. The tension and the wild possibilities running through my mind were interrupted by Sophia asking a question.

“What should we wear?”

I laughed…more like a snort then a laugh.

“What do I look like, the wardrobe department?” There was neither a smile or even a hint of humor in his voice. “You two are smart enough to figure it out. You’re trying to be seductive in New York. We will buy new outfits for you. Give it your best.”

“Ok, then!” Sophia replied. “We will. Anything else we should know?”

“Yes, avoid physical contact with the target as much as possible. My understanding is he prefers to watch women having sex. Change out of your uniforms and pack whatever you need for a two night stay in New York, then I’ll take you to our heliport for your flight to Manhattan. You’ll have all the information that you need in a package in your seats on the helicopter. Meet me back here in 20 minutes.”

“Wait,” I said, “you knew our names, Erica and Jennifer. Is that common knowledge and, if it is, how much is there…you know, the videos?”

He responded professionally and without hesitation.

“Yes, I know your names and there is a surveillance record that is classified at the highest level with code name and special access only. As of today, there are only 27 people with access. If that were not the case, the mission you’re on now would not be possible.”

So, great. Our sex, that rebellious act of performing for the cameras, was seen by the agency as more akin to the business of national security than a crazy sexy moment.

Sophia and I walked down the hallway toward our rooms and I asked her if she had anything really sexy, like porn star level that I could use for the time when we’d have to play. She smiled and said not to worry, she had me covered…but not too covered. I laughed and we went to our rooms to pack.

We rode with the man in the suit to the helicopter, and settled in for the flight. The detailed instructions someone had placed in our seats included arrival times and a departure…um “exfiltration” time. There was also a sheet that explained the sensitive nature of the mission, code word Sable Gown, with a non-disclosure agreement that said to only discuss the mission with people cleared for the code word. We signed the agreements, so now 29 people had access.

Our mission was to meet our target, a man named Peter, at dinner in a hotel restaurant, where we also had a suite booked for two nights. We were to get our target to join us in our room and let him watch us “engage in foreplay” while we watched his reactions, which were to be reported in detail during a debrief the next morning.

It was completely up to us, in our roles as Erica and Jennifer, to entice Peter to play. Unbelievable. I had been so ready to find some time alone with Sophia and now we were going to have at least one night together and as a bonus, we had some serious role playing to do. I leaned over the armrest of my seat toward her and caught her eyes. She leaned over, too. We were about to kiss when a voice came over our headphones.

“Save it for later.  You need to be fresh and on your game. Don’t screw this up trainees.” 

I recognized the voice instantly as Vanessa, one of our instructors. She was tough and never let anyone forget it, especially the females. I felt silly. Of course we were being watched. What was I thinking. I sat upright in my seat and blew a kiss to Sophia and she did the same to me. 

“Think through your moves and what you will do in different scenarios. Live missions have a way of going sideways and you need to think through things.  What if the target makes unexpected demands. How far will you go. What will you do if he suspects something. What’s your story? Work on it and rehearse.”

“Hello, Vanessa,” I said. “So what you’re saying is that we should come up with a plan and start rehearsing?”

“Yes, but I see what you’re saying. Focus on what you’re trying to accomplish, not on enjoying yourself on a semi-private helicopter flight. I’m not the only one with eyes on you. Oh, and safety rules apply. Seatbelts mandatory on helicopter flights.”

So we started our planning right away, going over the details while using headsets to talk and trying to act like this was all normal. I felt so ready to be fucked. I was tingling in anticipation, trying to focus and fighting the urge to…oh rubbing my thighs together and shifting my weight in the seat feels good.  

I sighed aloud into the microphone. It was only a two hour flight, but 20 minutes after taking off I just needed release. 

“Sophia, I need a break…i can’t focus. Maybe we need to do some realistic rehearsals

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I need to…um…”

“Yeah, me too.”

We looked at each other and I could see her eyes light up with excitement.

“Acting 101!” she said.

“What?”

“We need to be sure that we can perform in front of the camera as though it’s not there. Being in the moment.”

“You’re beautiful. Ok, so we go into character now and…”

“Yes, Jennifer. I want to watch you fuck yourself. Now.”

So devious. I loved it! We already had this act down and loved role playing. I was so ready that I didn’t even think about my shoes, or my top or anything besides getting my ass free. I unbuckled my seatbelt, freeing my hips to move up, then tugged my stretchy jeans down, taking them all the way below my knees, pushing my panties down next. Feeling the warm leather of the seat on my naked skin was amazing, second only to the feeling of spreading myself open and feeling the air on the wetness welling up from within. 

“Erica, I think my seatbelt came undone.” 

She laughed. “I won’t tell.”

“Your turn. No way I’m going to cum without you.”

I started stroking and doing a slow, soft massage around my inner thighs and puffy outer lips while watching Erica take her shoes and pants completely off. I wondered if the pilot could see what we were doing around the partial bulkhead between us and him in the cockpit. 

I kept my eyes on Erica as she massaged herself through her panties with her other hand under a loose fitting sweater, obviously doing something yummy to her right breast.

She looked at me and at that moment I slowly pushed two fingers into myself, gasping and wanting to show the pleasure I felt through my expression. I looked down as she pushed aside her panties and slide a finger in, following my lead. 

I found myself matching her rhythm with my fingers. We both fucked with deep, slow motions at first, but it was impossible to go slow for even a minute. Our pace quickened and our eyes locked together as though in a trance. I played with my clit, carefully because I was so ready when we started and now so close, but wanted to edge and stay with Erica. As soon as I saw her getting close, still matching the pace of her fast moving fingers with my own, I gave myself over to the deliciousness of two fingertips pulsing on my clit with a quick circular motion, my mouth open and my lips quivering as I came with Erica next to me, in her own seat, her eyes closed tightly in her own ecstasy.

A voice crackled over the headphones. It was Vanessa again.

“Nice rehearsal, Jennica. Now get dressed and get those seatbelts fastened.

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Here’s a preview of Part 2 of this story, “Showing the Way” with Erica and Jennifer.

Sophia and I agreed that once we stepped off the helicopter, we were committed and staying in character as Erica and Jennifer, which made the cab ride to the hotel a massive teasing session. We didn’t care who was watching or why. We were two women, obviously infatuated with each other, out for the night in New York. I slid across the backseat over to Erica, putting one arm around her and letting my other arm rest on her lap with my hand on her thigh. I tugged at the hem of her skirt and she resisted. We kissed and I melted into her, wishing it really was just the two of us, free to do as we pleased.