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WHO: Grissom and Sara
WHAT: Destination: NYC
WHERE: Starting at Sara's apartment, going through to arrival at NYC hotel
WHEN: Around 7 AM.
Grissom pulled his state issued Denali in front of Sara's apartment at 7 AM on the dot. They had agreed that, even though their flight was at 11 AM, leaving at 7 would allow them plenty of time to get through ( Read more... )
WHAT: Destination: NYC
WHERE: Starting at Sara's apartment, going through to arrival at NYC hotel
WHEN: Around 7 AM.
Grissom pulled his state issued Denali in front of Sara's apartment at 7 AM on the dot. They had agreed that, even though their flight was at 11 AM, leaving at 7 would allow them plenty of time to get through ( Read more... )
Sara. In the shower. Naked. Sara grinding against him on the plane and rubbing his thigh; he could almost still feel her warm hand caressing the tense muscle. He could see himself taking Sara in the shower, fucking her hard from behind as the water sprayed down over them both.
His groin throbbed hard at his thoughts and he could feel himself stiffening inside his slacks. His right hand automatically pressed against the thickening bulge, and in that moment he forgot where he was. His arousal from earlier returned in full force as both of his hands desperately fumbled at his slacks and opened them enough that he could pull himself free.
He spit in his palm and want to work, using the spit and precum as lube. He pumped in hard, fast strokes, imagining Sara's lithe frame sleek with water and bent over in front of him. Grissom's eyes drifted shut as he thrust himself through the tight circle his hand had made, his hips moving in a counter rhthym to his strokes. It only took a few moments and he came hard, spewing up over his fist and dropping onto his slacks.
His whole body slumped with exhaustion, and he panted for a moment before hearing the shower turn off. Post orgasm lethargy quickly turned into panic. Here he was on the bed they were supposed to share with his come across his slacks and his dick in his hand. Not good. Scrambling off the bed, he ditched his slacks and pulled his boxers up. Digging through his new clothes, he yanked the jeans out and pulled the tags off before stepping into them and buttoning them up. He was red faced as he tore his shirt off to reveal a navy blue undershirt. His shirt and slacks were stuffed into his bad and he stood, breathing a sigh of relief.
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She soaped up quickly, washing her hair with her usual pair scented shampoo and conditioner then quickly washed her lilac scented body wash over her freckled body.
Sara was done within minutes and quickly turned off the shower and stepped out. After toweling herself, she went to work on blow drying her hair straight then looked down at her feet.
She'd forgotten her clothing.
Closing her eyes for a second, Sara picked up her towel and wrapped it tightly around her body before opening the door then stepping out into the main room, tip toeing to her suitcase and praying she wouldn't be seen.
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"I-Uh... nope. I'm gonna just grab my stuff and go back-inthere.." She muttered out the rest as she pulled out a pair of shorts, her old Berkley T shirt along with underwear and leaped back into the washroom to change and clean up.
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And his brain stopped functioning. Time froze and he stared at her pert ass, and the glistening folds right below it. He licked his lips, unable to move his eyes from where they were locked. He wanted to lick there and finger her and thrust himself deep into her welcoming heat. Even when she dashed away he was frozen to the spot, his mouth watering, fingers itching, and dick throbbing.
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Stepping out she smiled at him, barely looking over as she went on a hunt for socks. "All yours." She mumbled from her suitcase.
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Moving, she went for the remote and slipped under the covers on the left side and pressed the power button.
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"What, uh...what're we watching?" He rasped, crossing his jeans clad legs on top of the covers.
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That's when she felt her hand hit something... wet.
Looking over she turned her palm up and looked at him, then she inhaled.
She'd recognize that scent and what was on her hand anyday.
Sara looked up at Grissom, eyes wide.
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His brain froze again and he couldn't come up with anything. Instead he gaped at her, his mind racing to come up with an answer to what he knew she would ask.
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"I was going to just take a nap. And wait for you. But you were in the shower, and on the plane...and I started thinking about it. You couldn't come out and see me like that, and..." Grissom trailed off, knowing he was digging himself into an even deeper hole.
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