CSI: Death and Wagers

"Are you ready to order?" the waitress asked.

"Yeah, uhmm...I guess I'll have a Mexican omelet and biscuit," Sara announced.

Grissom added "And a whole-grain bagel for me, lightly toasted."

The waitress relieved them of the burden of the plastic-encased menus and walked off, swaying her rather large buttocks in a manner that Grissom found decidedly unattractive.

He moved his left hand down, and unintentionally placed it on Sara's left thigh. He could have, and perhaps should have retracted it, but instead it lingered. They looked at one another and smiled, and the hand gently squeezed and caressed her leg. Even through the slacks he felt the supple warmth of her skin. Her thighs eagerly shifted apart.

A wide, naughty grin appeared on her face and she leaned towards her handsome, well-groomed and decidedly masculine-smelling boss. "I'll give you about thirty minutes to stop that."

"You have no watch," he observed. "What reliable reference of time do you have?"

She glanced around the diner in search of a clock that she would not find and couldn't think of a clever response. "I'll just have to trust you."

"Trust is the act of placing a firm reliance on the integrity, ability, or character of a person or thing," he recited from memory. "A human male will go to extremes to successfully fulfill his innate need to reproduce. In retrospect, the two conflict."

"Don't analyze me...touch me," she encouraged him. "And when you find that I'm wet, because I am, don't you dare start lecturing me about smearing my DNA around public places. For once just pretend you're not a leading forensics expert and think with the little head like all the other guys."

"The average male genitalia..." he started.

Sara silenced his voice with a kiss. It wasn't a slight and gentle touch of lips as Grissom would have keenly recited. It was anything but. At the same time as her soft lips found his mouth her hands reached up and cradled his head. She held it in place, securing it as her mouth tightly embraced his. Their teeth bumped together as her hot, flicking pressed between his lips and deeply inside. His own tongue arose and met the welcome intruder. The saliva-soaked muscles met and clashed in a passionate duel for supremacy, for domination, a battle neither was willing to concede.

The hand on her thigh advanced upwards and moved between her quivering legs. Fingers rubbed on the crotch of her slacks, pressing harder as her hips thrust against them. Grissom felt the incredible warmth of her center even through the clothing, and could smell the DNA-laced wetness that Sara had already confessed to exhibit. As he touched her the flowing nectar soaked through the clothing, and a hint of it smeared upon his fingers.

He lifted the damp fingers to his face, and for a brief moment pulled away from the warm embrace of her lips. As she watched he appreciatively licked the pads of his fingers. "I've never tasted DNA as sweet as yours."

Sara couldn't help but smile and softly laugh. "What can I say; you always bring out the best in me."

Her mouth found his again, and the arousing battle for domination continued as their tongues anxiously entwined and clashed. His fingers tugged at the fastener that held her slacks together and it softly popped when released. He tugged the zipper down its shiny chrome track until it stopped at the limit of its short route. Sara softly groaned through their kissing as the clothing around her waist loosened, knowing that few barriers kept his fingers from touching her moistened flesh directly.

His hand pressed against her soft lower belly and caressed it. The fingers flirted with the elastic waistband of her panties, threatening to submerge beneath its protective border. Sara shuddered in delight. Her wet pussy ached for his attention and needed to be touched. Her hips gyrated impatiently, desperately wanting him to fondle the delicate folds fringed by trimmed dark curls of hair. The teasing aroused her more, and a trickle of wetness soaked the thin panty crotch and formed a growing stain in her dark slacks.

She placed her hand on his and applied pressure that indicated her need. But when forced, his hand withdrew entirely and cupped a breast through her thin white blouse. The hand squeezed and fondled the firm mound for several moments. His other hand reached up and anxiously tugged at two buttons. Once the corridor was opened a hand reached inside, and his palm pressed against the swell with no interference. His fingers touched the bare mound, and it was glorious.

Tingling warmth filled her loins and Sara's body vibrated with enthusiastic excitement. Her back arched and pressed the heaving breast harder against his hand. Her nipples swelled and ached, and she groaned and shuddered in delight when he took the nipple between his thumb and finger. He grasped the rubbery tip hard and twisted, and she gasped from the sudden jolt of stinging pain that both hurt and stimulated her.

She kissed him harder than before and pushed her tongue to the back of his throat. She was consumed with fiery passion. Her heart pounded as she was overcome with excitement. The aching desire in her belly was more intense than ever before and they both smelled the dramatic upturn of her arousal.

When Grissom eagerly pushed a second hand inside the small opening in her blouse the fabric stressed against the next button. As he cupped her other mound the threads tore and the white plastic disc popped off and noisily clattered across the floor beneath the table. He grasped both nipples between thumbs and fingers. At first he teased them gently, and once she became comfortable with his fondling he pinched and twisted hard. The breath caught in her throat and then she groaned in miserable delight. The stinging pain and pleasure were as one.

He pulled his mouth from hers and gazed down at her chest. His hands withdrew from her blouse and he shifted the opening, pushing it until a bare breast was visible. His mouth pressed upon the creamy rise of flesh, kissing and licking the lithe mound all around the nipple but intentionally avoiding the tip. Sara leaned back and shamelessly groaned aloud, uncaring of any possible observers of their erotic embrace. And when his mouth finally centered on the swollen pink nub and bathed it in his saliva, she vibrated so intensely that the seat could barely contain her writhing form.

His teeth flirted with the nipple. As he lovingly sucked on the swollen tip his teeth pressed against it as if to bite, but quickly retreated without inflicting any pain. But the teeth were pressed against the nub again, and again retreated. It was a torturous teasing that left her aching for the delicious sting of pain. Sara longed for the abuse, and as she desired it, wetness bathed her pussy as the fire of passion consumed her loins.

"Oh!" she cried out as finally the threatened pain was inflicted. "Oh yeah, Grissom...again."

But compliance was not in his nature, and his teeth retreated and left her longing for it. His mouth moved from the breast entirely and pressed against the base of her neck. It kissed, licked, and tenderly nibbled a trail up to her left ear. Sara cringed and moaned as hot breath, warm saliva, and soft lips engulfed the ear in an erotic kiss that pushed her to the brink of orgasm.

His mouth returned to the breast, to the nipple, and his teeth bit and pulled on the throbbing nub. She groaned in exquisite stinging discomfort, her luscious form vibrating on the bench seat in the throes of intense pleasure. Again she loomed on the verge of climax, needing the release that seemed not to arrive. Her quivering flesh oozed nectar that soaked through her clothing as it impatiently waited for the arrival of a hard man.

A hand pressed upon her lower belly and the fingertips glided beneath the top edge of the panties. The hand moved down, and curious fingers sifted through the soft curls of hair that sprouted from the rise of flesh. His hand dipped lower still, and touched the delicate folds of her aroused womanhood.

At the same moment as wonderful peals of pleasure embraced her form, teeth bit on the nipple and Sara simultaneously groaned from the stinging pain. Her body delighted in the combined sensations. The orgasm that threatened earlier arose again, this time aided by the fingers that now pushed between the outer folds and stimulated her clitoris.

"Oh, Grissom," she moaned loudly as her body tensed and teetered on the precipice of climax. "Almost ...almost..."

His teeth retreated from the sore, aching nipple and were replaced by soft lips that lovingly kissed and caressed the rubbery tip. His fingers moved up and down her juicy hot slit faster and harder and softly squished. His middle finger pressed at the opening of her canal and pushed inside the snug portal.

"...so close...almost there...oh, Grissom, almost..."

At the same time as his finger suddenly thrust deeply into her pussy, his teeth roughly bit down on the nipple. The resulting surge of incredible pleasure brought Sara to climax. Her entire form stiffened briefly and then wildly writhed and shuddered as wondrous waves of tingling warmth were released. He clutched her moving body and maintained the stimulation, his finger working deeply inside of her twitching canal. For several seconds Sara moaned loudly and savored the sheer joy of the orgasm, and when finished she smiled in sincere appreciation at its source.

"Your turn," she said with a devilish grin on her beautiful face.

"Listen, Sara, I don't..."

His words couldn't stop Sara as she slipped off the stool and disappeared beneath the table. He nervously glanced around in genuine embarrassment. His body tensed when her fingers grasped the front of his pants and loosened them.

"I don't think this is a good idea," he said to Sara without looking at her.

"It seems to me I recall reading something you wrote on my last evaluation about making bolder decisions," she teased.

"The statement to which you refer was prefixed by the word 'smarter', which this is most certainly not," he gently corrected her.

Sara would not be denied. Her soft fingers reached inside his loosened pants and gently grasped his semi-erect penis. The warm, soft fingers felt wonderful upon his shaft, which stiffened on account of her fondling. Blood was diverted to the flesh and it rapidly swelled to its full size as her fingers gently stroked the length of his manhood.

Her tongue was added to the mix. Her fingers moved up and down the shaft as the tip of her tongue was pressed against the base. Her tongue licked up and down the underside of his shaft from the balls to the where the smooth bulbous head mushroomed out. She teased him as he did her, licking, kissing, and stroking the shaft but ignoring the round pulsating tip that silently begged for her mouth.

She heard as the waitress reappeared and placed their plates on the table. A few words were exchanged but little else. Sara smiled to herself as she imagined the look of embarrassment on Grissom's face. Several minutes elapsed as she continued teasing his penis, slowly licking up and down the underside of the shaft that was wet with saliva.

The teasing was taking its toll, because a drop of semen collected at the tip and slowly grew in size. When it was fat enough, it rolled down one side of the head and dripped along the full length of his shaft. Sara caught it with the tip of her tongue and cleaned the milky trail it had left behind. She savored the taste of him, and swallowed the small offering of seed.

"Come on, Sara, this is getting to be extremely awkward."

Sara chuckled as she knew it was driving him nuts. "Just give me what I want."

"Yes, well, your actions contribute quite a bit to the successful discharge of my semen which you are so determined to draw from me. In other words, you hurry up and I'll finish."

She loved getting under his skin. The man could dissect things that any other person would flee from, but he was easily embarrassed at anything sexual. And Sara loved sexual situations, especially with him. The playing made it that much more fun.

She relented and concentrated on the ignored tip. Her warm, wet mouth enveloped the round head, licking and sucking enthusiastically as her fingers moved up and down the shaft. The stimulation triggered a small increase in his size, and the penis eagerly throbbed. All the teasing she'd subjected him to the preceding few minutes attributed to his brief rise to glory.

Anxious to finish the act, Grissom made no effort to discourage the rising semen. It traveled from his balls, through the shaft, and found its exit point at the head. He silently grunted in delight as his penis discharged its milky load. Grissom tensed and shuddered in toe-curling ecstasy, filling her mouth with the semen she wanted. Sara swallowed the seed, and swallowed again when two more twitching motions emptied the last remnants into her awaiting mouth. She licked him clean and crawled out from underneath the table.

"What's that beeping sound?"

Sara woke up to the persistent beeping of the alarm clock. She rolled over onto her back and reached a hand down between her thighs. She was wet and horny, thanks to another dream about her and Grissom.

Ever since their brief romantic encounter two months ago on the evidence table in the lab she'd been having them. It was possible until then to suppress her feelings for him, but after that moment of weakness he was at the forefront of her mind. She was just happy that nobody else knew about what happened.

Now she was starting the night all hot and bothered. She hated it.

She checked the other side of the bed. Mark was sleeping beside her. She leaned over and lightly kissed his forehead, hoping it might spark some action. She needed to be fucked or she'd be distracted all night, but he didn't respond. She was sorely tempted to wake him up, but decided against it. He had been good to her earlier that day so she let him sleep.

Sara slipped from beneath the covers and quietly crept from the room. She walked naked down the hallway and into the bathroom. After sitting a brief time on the toilet and discharging the remnants of the morning's indiscretions, she prepared a hot shower and stepped beneath the welcome stream of water.

She was not alone for long. A wide smile appeared on her face as she heard the rustling of the shower curtain as it was briefly opened. A second later the warmth of a man's body pressed against her back, and his arms embraced her.

"I tried not to wake you," she said. "But maybe I'm glad that I did."

"What makes you think I was sleeping?" he countered. "There are a lot of things I do with my eyes closed."

"Are they closed now?" she inquired in a teasing voice.

"They soon will be."

She felt his erection as it pressed against her lower back. Her eyes closed as she softly sighed and leaned her head beneath the stream of hot cascading water. His hands reached up and cupped her breasts, gently caressing the supple mounds.

Her nipples hardened beneath his fingertips. Sara reached out and placed both hands upon the tiled wall for support as the strength drained out of her muscles. Tingling warmth filled her loins as her heart rate spiked, triggered by a rush of adrenaline.

She lifted her right leg and placed it on the edge of the bath tub. She felt the pulsating tip of his penis pushing between the swollen outer lips and sliding in the narrow moistened slit of her pussy, searching for the opening to her canal.

"Lower," she whispered in guidance, eager to feel him inside of her again.

"I know exactly where it is," he revealed in a teasing voice. "I'm just taking the scenic route."

Sara couldn't help but smile to herself. Mark had been an incredible find at a time in her life when she least expected it. He literally bumped into her at the grocery store, and that same night she invited him into her bed.

She hadn't been that casual about sex since college, and it surprised her as much as it did him. They'd been practically inseparable ever since. It had been an incredible two weeks with sex on demand, something she'd been missing for quite a long time. They just clicked. Sometimes she wondered if it was too good to be true. But any doubts were quickly erased when his large round tip thrust into the entrance and pushed her hot pussy walls apart.

"Oh, yes," she moaned aloud, her sweet voice reverberating in the enclosed bath. "Oh Mark, that feels so good, baby..."

She braced herself as his strong, muscular arms grabbed her shoulders. He held her in place as his powerful hips thrust upwards into her. Sara was comfortably snug and her pussy yielded reluctantly to his throbbing member. He worked it into her slowly, feeling as her flowing wetness coated the head and shaft and eased his entry.

Sara released a sigh of contentment when she felt his full length pulsating deeply inside her belly. He remained there for several moments as he reached his hands around and again gently fondled her creamy soft breasts. She turned her head as far to her right as she could, and their lips passionately kissed. His tongue filled her mint-fresh mouth and hers sprung to life. They parried and entwined in a playful duel that further stoked their excitement.

"I love the way you feel inside of me, but I don't have enough time or hot water right now," she tenderly reminded him of her weekday schedule.

"The dead can wait," he told her.

"It's not the dead I worry about."

Mark pulled his mouth and hands away and firmly grasped her hips. Sara bent down further, giving him a better angle. He began a brisk rhythmic pumping as he skillfully fucked her. She groaned in delight as their bodies' slapped together, hot water cascading over her head and back and splattering on him.

He was glad he found Sara. Life on the road was lonely at times. As an architect's assistant he supervised the completion of buildings all over the country. His only regret was not meeting her earlier. He had already been in Vegas for seven months before their chance meeting. Only a month remained before he had to head back to New York City. He knew he'd miss her. She was fun-loving, incredibly intelligent, and always sexually available.

Commitment wasn't his style. There was still too much in life to experience, and being single afforded opportunities that simply weren't there for married men; at least not faithful married men. And when he finally decided to commit, he had every intention of being true to his vows. But weekend encounters after his departure remained a possibility that loomed in the back of his mind.

"Oh yeah, oh baby, fuck me," she breathlessly groaned as she enjoyed the tingling warmth that rippled through her lithe form.

A silent alarm sounded in her head as she realized that she was going to be late. But there was no way she was going to stop Mark. The tingling fire that raged in her belly had to be satisfied or she'd be in misery all night long. He plunged fully inside of her aching canal, which tightened around and fluttered against him. Jolts of joyous wonder delighted her flesh, and more of her nectar leaked from her belly.

She was hot and wet and he gave her all he had, and delivered it fast and furious. Her arms absorbed much of the impact as her body twitched and writhed in delight. His hairy balls bounced wildly as his thighs slammed into her, his swollen penis filling her snug, aching cavity. When his semen started rising he made no effort to impede its advance since she'd clearly pointed out the small window of opportunity that her schedule afforded them.

"Yeah, fuck me," she demanded in raw words that described her animal-like need. "Come on, harder, give me all you got."

The closer he got to orgasm the larger his cock swelled, fully engorged with blood. Sara took all he offered and groaned louder still. He knew that she was getting close as well, and this time he did delay his climax in hopes of pleasing her.