James Blonde

The sound of approaching speedboats from far away early morning woke Blonde and Kyung from their blissful slumber, as they struggled to put on their clothes. In haste, Blonde grabbed his shirt and put it on top of her, to Kyung's dismay.

"I left my clothes behind on the train, and it's cold!" an exasperated Blonde exclaimed in her native British accent, but with a hint of annoyance. Kyung nodded in agreement and quickly put his pants back on.

She looked behind them and saw four approaching dots coming from beyond the horizon. Realizing SLUTS (Special League of Underworld, Terrorists, and Seditionists) had caught up with them, she restarted the speedboat and set the engine to maximum power in the hope of gaining enough speed to outrun them, but realized it was futile as they were gaining too fast.

"Get down!" she shouted behind her.

Soon the early morning sounds of speeding boats and waves were disrupted by automatic weapons fire, followed by the splashing of bullets hitting water around them. Being a trained former Royal Navy Special Boat Service (SBS) operator, Blonde easily engaged in evasive maneuvers to avoid being hit, while making sure Kyung kept his head down so it wouldn't attract bullets. Although none of the fired rounds struck her, some had hit their boat and even punctured a few fuel canisters; gasoline was spilling into the sea behind them, which gave her an idea.

She maneuvered her boat to manipulate the pursuing four boats to follow within her wake, such that she managed to encircle them in the area of water where the gasoline was spilling. Breaking the ties so that the canisters fell into the sea behind their boat, she then stopped her boat and stood with her hands raised in surrender so that their pursuers slowed their boats to board them. She then whispered in perfect Korean:

"Fire the flare gun directly behind us."

Kyung did as he was told, and the flare ignited the gasoline in the water, consuming the enemy boats in a giant fireball. As the SLUTS agents jumped into the burning water to escape, she counted roughly twelve men amongst them, likely the last ditch effort by their leadership to kill her and Kyung.

Finally arriving in Venice, they quickly docked their speedboat on the most crowded pier and attempted to blend in, which was difficult considering all she had on was Kyung's dress shirt, and all he had on were his trousers and shoes. Some of the local roughs started to approach her, so she had Kyung keep his hands on her, which he eagerly did, as they walked; the locals immediately began ignoring her once Kyung's hands roamed her buttocks and thighs as they walked hand-in-hand toward the Piazza San Marco. They quickly checked into the Novecento boutique hotel, where Blonde immediately purchased clothes from the kitschy shops in the hotel lobby, as being a tall beautiful blonde Englishwoman wearing only a dress shirt was attracting too many stares. Afterward, they quickly met with the MI6 contact stationed there, who confirmed they were no longer being pursued by SLUTS, then went shopping in the nearby Piazza San Marco area, where Blonde took full advantage of her MI6 expense card to purchase clothes and fashionable items from the luxury stores there, while Kyung predictably bought a pack of condoms and lubricant. After spending a significant amount of the United Kingdom's taxpayers' money, they rented a private gondola ride through the canals of Venice.

The gondola was a beautiful wooden ancient-looking boat, probably deliberately styled as such to attract tourists, with the driver standing topside dressed in a red striped vest, black slacks, and a bowler hat, holding the boat steady with his giant oar. Kyung boarded the boat first, then extended his hand and gentlemanly assisted Blonde in getting onboard. They both lay down in the cockpit, smiling at each other, while Blonde took out Grant's phone and deleted all the videos of their fornication from it, then put the phone back in her purse and pulled a blanket over to cover their bodies so no one could see how they were celebrating the successful completion of their mission.

Kyung made the first move by placing a hand on her knee, running it up and down her thigh, enjoying the feel of her soft, smooth, and creamy white Caucasian flesh. He leaned in and they started to kiss passionately, when his hand slipped underneath her dress hem, searching for her loins. When he found her panties, his fingers made their way to her crotch and started to rub her vigorously, placing pressure on her labia through the cotton.

Blonde found herself involuntarily grinding her crotch against his digits, while thumbling with his belt buckle, eventually releasing it and opening up his trousers to free his firm, hard erection. She grasped his rigid Korean phallus with her hand, placed her thumb on his scrotum, and rubbed up the underside of his shaft to his glans, then back down again. Continuing this for several minutes until his penis was twitching with anxiety, she continued kissing him while her free hand took a condom from him and placed it over his impatient erection. Finally, she took some lubricant and thoroughly coated his condom with it, ensuring it was nice and slippery before she subtly sat up on his lap and guided his condom-covered phallus deep into her love tunnel, groaning with satisfaction as he entered her.

As she bounced on his hard rubber, his hands played with her breasts underneath their blanket and he thrust up to keep his phallus buried deep into her vagina. They both moaned and groaned, but were able to also admire the beautiful Venetian buildings on both sides of the canal they were traveling. Since their bodies were so attuned to each other, they rapidly fell into an erotic symphony of grinding, bumping, and groaning, unaware of the nearby locals and tourists who frowned upon their illicit behavior.

As they entered the Canal Grande, nature and instinct took control of their bodies, naturally coordinating their carnal actions to maintain their state of heightened sexual bliss. Their eyes open, they focused their minds on relieving the sensual tension in their loins, while enjoying the Venetian architecture around them.

When they reached the Rialto bridge, he suddenly thrust up deep into her, expanding his condom with semen. He then involuntarily thrust up again, ejaculating some more while grunting savagely. She too groaned in ecstasy as her body vibrated violently in a powerful orgasm. Again he jerked up violently into her, moaning delightfully at his predicament, but she did not feel his condom expand anymore within her. Her body spasmed in response, though more mildly this time, and she moaned quietly to announce her orgasm audibly. After several more cycles of this, each time with less and less of a response, they finally stopped moving out of pure exhaustion and satisfaction.