*****
Jeff Oldham shook his head as the trio of people gathered in his office
listened to the latest boom of thunder that sounded around the office
building. He glanced out the window and took in the darkening skies.
"Storm's practically right on top of us now," he told agent Lee
Stetson. "Do you really want to drive back to DC in this?"
Lee looked at Amanda and she gave him that look, the one that told him
the choice was his and that she would mutually agree to what he thought
best.
"Nah, we listened to the weather report in the car just before we got
here. We thought we'd be out of here before, but I guess Mother
Nature has decided to bring down her wrath earlier than expected."
Jeff smiled. "There's a nice hotel, two blocks down. The Garrison
Suites, I often recommend it."
"Great!" Lee said as he stood up from the chair that his backside had
occupied for the last three hours. Amanda also rose with him.
The men exchanged handshakes and pleasant good-byes, Jeff thanking them
yet again for making the journey for what might prove to be very
valuable information to the Agency. Then Lee, ever the gentleman,
escorted Amanda out of the office and downstairs to the stormy weather
that awaited them outside.
They ran quickly to the parked Corvette, knowing there was precious
little time before the frontal assault of the storm hit them.
Thankfully, the hotel was not far away and they even found a close
parking space.
Just as quickly as they had run to the car, they retrieved their
overnight bags and dashed inside the building. The desk clerk, a young
girl in her early twenties was just hanging up the telephone and she
smiled brightly at them.
"You're Lee Stetson?" she asked.
"Yes," Lee said.
"Mr. Oldham just called, said you'd be needing a room for the
evening. The good news is that I do, but he told me that you would like
two. I'm afraid that I only have one left."
She shrugged her shoulders and smiled apologetically to the two agents.
"Convention in town, fortunately, we had one cancellation. If you'd
like the room, it's yours."
She looked at the two agents carefully, obviously wanting to please them
but evidently cautious regarding their reaction to only having one room
available. It was a respectful expression actually, one that made Amanda
smile despite the fact that she realized she would be sharing a room
with Lee.
While Lee agreed to the room and signed them in, Amanda took the
opportunity to look around. The décor gave the inside lobby a homey
feel, meant to impress the staying visitor but not overwhelm. She
instantly liked the place.
"Amanda," Lee's voice brought her back from her visual inspection
and she turned to her partner with a smile on her face.
Just minutes later, they found themselves inside a cozy room, with one
king-size bed. Amanda could not help but smile at the obvious
possibilities. The thoughts warmed her insides and made her head feel
slightly tipsy. Her partner had that affect on her, even more so these
past few months.
By this time the summer storm was pelting them hard, heavy rain,
whipping winds, and bolts of lightning.
"I'm sorry Amanda," Lee started to tell her.
"I'm not," she giggled as she snuggled up to him, wrapping her arms
around his waist and pulling him closer to her body.
"Hmm," Lee muttered. "I seem to remember a time, not so very long ago,
when you would have complained and protested vehemently about this type
of situation."
Amanda leaned up and kissed him lightly.
"Times have changed, Scarecrow."
"So they have."
They stood for a moment, enjoying the beauty of the passionate moment
between them. Their romance had started out as a small spring blossom,
slowly peeking way out into the increasing warmth of the season, then
exploded into beauty like the flowers of summer. They probably could
have remained lip-locked, as it were, for quite some time but Lee's
growling stomach interrupted them.
They both laughed.
"Dinner first," Amanda told him, "then dessert."
"Yummy," he told her in response.
They took turns freshening up, then, hand in hand; they ventured to the
dining area of the Garrison Suites. The dinner was marvelous, the food
very good, and afterward they enjoyed jazz music in the bar lounge over
a few drinks.
It certainly was not the type of evening that the old Scarecrow would
have been known for, but the new Lee that had emerged enjoyed every
minute of it. From the conversation over their meal, to just sitting,
holding Amanda's hand and listening to the band play, he loved it.
He loved her.
As if both knew what the other thought, they caught each other's
eyes. Without a word, they both stood and left the lounge, both knowing
where the evening was taking them next. Behind closed doors, Lee pulled
her into his arms and kissed her senseless, something he had been
longing to do all day.
She melted like butter into his embrace, molding her slender body
against his powerful frame and easily became lost in his touch.
It was like electricity, every time they touched like this. The spark
would start, a low burning ember, and then build into a glorious blaze
of passion. Slowly they divested each other of clothing, letting them
fall to the floor haphazardly to form a pile of cottons and other
fabrics at their feet.
Lee ran his hands down Amanda's back, slowly massaging her soft skin
while he nuzzled her neck, breathing in the floral scent that had teased
him without mercy all day long. There should really be a law against a
woman smelling so fresh and inviting he thought, wondering if she even
had any idea how intoxicating it was just to breath in the aroma that
was so wonderfully his sweet Amanda.
She too was enjoying the closeness. Amanda adored her partner in every
sense of the word, the way his strong frame nestled her against him, his
soft and sensual touch that rocked her senses, and the light scent of
his musk and spiced after-shave. So uniquely Lee, so totally masculine.
His hands journeyed to her buttocks, cupping them firmly and pulling her
against his hardened arousal. A soft sigh escaped her lips, the first of
what would be many vocal signs of her pleasure for the night.
It aroused her even more, knowing that Lee Stetson was the first man who
truly caused her to scream in fits of passion and who was the source of
her addiction to this passion. The first time they had made love had
been true ecstasy and her initiation into a pattern of lustful need.
Each time for them had been marvelous and satisfying in a way that
she'd never known, couldn't even begin to describe and yet it
always left her wanting more of the man that she'd given her heart
and soul to.
In response to his arousal, she squirmed against him, showing both her
acknowledgment of his hard-on and her desire to fulfill him. Lee easily
lifted her up, carrying her over to the bed and settling her down upon
the mattress not in the traditional manner. She knew immediately what he
intended.
He had placed her so that he could kneel on the floor beside the bed and
give her pleasure, before joining her completely on the quest that both
longed to undertake.
His hands gently pushed her apart, his fingers stroking the inside of
her thighs, not quite reaching his destination, but teasing her.
He drew small circles on her skin, increasing the size each time until
he almost, almost reached where she needed him most, and then, like the
tempter that he was, slipped his touch away. She moaned aloud in
protest, feeling herself becoming wetter and greedier by the second.
Finally, and she had known all along that he would, his allowed his
fingers to reach his prize and she sighed again as she felt him stroking
her wetness, gliding lightly with a magic touch. Then, he slowly
inserted one finger, causing her to both moan and squirm.
His light chuckle was followed by an increase in rhythm, in and out, as
he teased her. Then, just as quickly, he withdrew, leaving her cry at
the sudden loss of his touch. She should not have feared though, for he
replaced that loss with the warmth of his mouth and she enjoyed the most
intimate of kisses that a man could bestow upon a woman.
She slowly brought first one leg, then the other, to rest over Lee's
shoulders, allowing him complete access to her. He feasted upon her like
a man too long denied sustenance and she smiled at the thought. His
tongue delved in and out, the warmth from his breath heating her still
further.
Lee's fingers soon joined in, a combination that proved explosive.
Amanda spiraled over the edge, shuddering violently and moaning in
accompaniment.
Then he very tenderly moved her trembling body so that he could stand up
and look down upon her. Upon seeing the look in her eyes, he licked one
finger, an action that by itself could have made her climax.
Amanda drank in the view, the very naked and very sexual Lee Stetson
standing over her, licking his fingers as though he had attended a feast
of the gods. Just watching him made her crave the feel of his hands.
Gosh, how she needed him, ached to have his hands run all over her body,
to touch her.
"Please," Amanda found herself begging.
He joined her on the bed then, pulling her into his embrace and kissing
her, his tongue slipping way into her mouth, his tongue stroking her
with an urgency that foretold of their union. Amanda needed him to let
go, to move deep within her body where he desired to be and give her
what she ached so horribly for.
"I need you," she murmured when their lips finally parted. She moved to
his neck, where she found the soft, vulnerable lobe of his ear and she
nipped lightly. She ran her tongue softly along his lobe, feeling rather
than hearing the growl that came from deep within him.
"It should be a crime what you do to me with that tongue, Amanda," he
told her.
"A crime of passion," she purred as she moved to lick his neck, leaving
a damp trail as she worked her way down.
Slowly she inched her way, down his hard chest, and then, lower still,
until she claimed her prize. She took him inside her mouth and began to
instill upon him some of the same sweet torture that he had bestowed
upon her.
As she worked her charm upon his hard penis, she thought of how far they
had both come in the past few years. Their unlikely partnership had
afforded Lee the opportunity to slowly ease his heart into the land of
loving while Amanda had discovered both professional and personal dreams
that had long been denied. The joy of their physical union, combined
with their romantic relationship seemed to transcend boundaries that
Amanda would once have deemed purely fictional.
In the present, just tasting Lee, feeling his hard shaft in her mouth
amazed Amanda. The knowledge that she could do this to him, the
Scarecrow who had been the highlight of many a water cooler
conversation, empowered her. She felt like a goddess who had lain claim
to her own universe and so she treated him with all of her love and
respect.
She used her hands, her mouth, and her tongue to bring him very nearly
to the edge. She had quickly learned through very keen observational
skills how to sense when he was just upon the verge, sensing the slight
quiver that would go through him, and then she stopped. Abruptly.
Lee groaned aloud and then reached for her, performing a motion that
brought her underneath him with athletic precision. Amanda gazed up at
him with those brown orbs that he could so easily get lost within. They
were now dark and glittery with her passion.
With one quick thrust, he was inside her. Lee had to will himself to be
still for a moment, allowing her to accommodate his thick length within
her wet walls. He remembered the first time that they had made love, his
surprise at just how tight this beautiful mother of two sons could be at
first.
And they moved, as one, taking only seconds to find the rhythm that
seemed almost instinctual between them. He thrust, she responded, as
each sought the ultimate pleasure. The sounds of their lovemaking filled
the room, drowning out the sounds of the harsh storm that rained down.
Lee and Amanda were too busy creating a rain of their own. Sweat slicked
bodies rubbed and gyrated against each other. Lee dove repeatedly into
her wet core, feeling her moistened heat encasing him with each thrust.
He moaned her name repeatedly as she gave in to the screams of passion
that escaped her beautiful lips with each pounding thrust.
Faster and harder he plunged and she met him stroke for stroke until he
felt her nails rake down his back, her legs tighten further still around
him, and she screamed the ultimate scream as her orgasm rocked through
her. Lee followed, releasing his hot seed with several final hard and
deep plunges.
They clung to one another as their bodies enjoyed the orgasm and the
slow but pleasant coming down until they both gently landed from the
heavens, the beating of their hearts slowing and their breathing
returning to normal.
Amanda sighed again and snuggled closer into his arms, reveling in the
knowledge that out of all the women, he had only truly ever made love to
her and had vowed to do so for the rest of their lives. She inhaled his
scent as they lay close, knowing that she had had part in the new smell
of his sex that mixed with his cologne.
She felt her eyelids grow heavy, sleep now threatening to claim her.
This was heaven, she thought as she felt his gentle kiss upon her lips,
the words of love that were uttered reverently and then she allowed
herself to be lulled to sleep with the sound of the rain and his
inhalations.
Amanda's last waking thought was a question. Would he wake her up in
the middle of the night for a repeat performance?
One could only hope.
The End
Story Notes:
Legalese: I do not own (unfortunately) and do not make any profit from
SMK. The use of SMK characters and the wild plots are purely for
entertainment purposes only. Appreciation is extended to the storm, huge
quantities of Dr. Pepper, and to all of the gutter gals who keep me
inspired.
While the locale is mostly a concoction of my imagination, it is
slightly a mix from a real hotel in Bethlehem, PA. The state of
Pennsylvania, of course, truly exists, and yes, Harrisburg is the
capital, a mere 45-minute drive, give or take, from where I was raised.
I know it is not a literary masterpiece, there isn't much plot, but
maybe it will warm up an otherwise chilly evening for some of you or
perhaps inspire pleasant dreams for the night
SMK. The use of SMK characters and the wild plots are purely for
entertainment purposes only. Appreciation is extended to the storm, huge
quantities of Dr. Pepper, and to all of the gutter gals who keep me
inspired.
While the locale is mostly a concoction of my imagination, it is
slightly a mix from a real hotel in Bethlehem, PA. The state of
Pennsylvania, of course, truly exists, and yes, Harrisburg is the
capital, a mere 45-minute drive, give or take, from where I was raised.
I know it is not a literary masterpiece, there isn't much plot, but
maybe it will warm up an otherwise chilly evening for some of you or
perhaps inspire pleasant dreams for the night