Purity test fic part 2
Zombiechick and I cowrote another big fic. Here's part 2. Part 1 was posted last week if you missed it. And, as always, comments make us happy authors...
“The Power to Contemplate Defilement”
by Zombiechick and Abbysiuta
Pairing; Artie/Claudia
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Vague references to multiple Season 3 episodes
Disclaimer: We own nothing, we just like to make them do what we want
xposted to artie_claudia
“So the lines intersect on 8th Street in Philadelphia,” Artie pointed out.
“Okay,” Pete conceded, “I admit it, I’m dumb.”
“It’s not so much that you’re dumb,” Artie consoled the younger man, “but that I’m smarter.”
Pete smirked, “Ha, ha.”
Myka guffawed and hit him on the shoulder, “Come on, Pete, I’ll buy you a cheese steak.”
“Oooh,” Pete answered her, obviously mollified, “cheese steak, I forgot about that.”
The door slammed behind them, and, laughing, Artie got back to work. The office had been relatively silent for more than a half hour when he heard the door to the umbilicus open. Recognizing a whiff of Claudia’s perfume, Artie didn’t bother to turn around before saying; “I brought in some more of those files and put them on your desk.”
Claudia didn’t respond as she walked to Artie’s desk. Leaning in so that she was pressed fully against his side, she asked, “Devrais-je commencer à nettoyer ici?” (Should I start cleaning in here?)
Artie looked up, with a questioning look on his face, “Cleaning? What are you…” his words were cut off as his jaw fell open, practically resting on his chest. His eyes slowly raked down Claudia’s slight form, ever widening, as he took in the extremely small French maid outfit that she wore. Her small breasts were pushed high by the tight bodice and were practically spilling out of the top and her red hair was topped with a small lace head piece, “What, uh, what, you’re…uh,”
“ J'ai été envoyé par un Frédéric Mme. On m'a dit que le bureau avait grandement besoin de formation de poussière,” she answered him and produced a small feather duster from some unseen location. (I was sent by a Mrs. Frederick. I was told that the office was badly in need of dusting.) And then she bent over Artie’s lap and stretched her arm to begin gently dusting around his computer.
Bending at the waist made her short black skirt tilt upward, thanks to the ruffle of white crinoline beneath. “Mon dieu,” (My god) Artie gasped as he saw that Claudia wore nothing beneath her skirt. The black, fishnet stockings ended at her upper thigh, and were held without garters, to the creamy expanse of her skin.
Claudia flashed a saucy grin over her shoulder and asked, “Y at-il quelque chose de mal, monsieur?” (Is there something wrong, sir?)
“Non, non, tout va bien, continuez,” (No, no, everything is fine; carry on.) Artie answered her as he quickly recovered his poker face.
“Très bien,” (Very well) Claudia murmured huskily and continued to dust.
“Quels autres services proposez-vous?” (What other services do you offer?) Artie asked as he brushed his hand gently up the back of Claudia’s leg.
Claudia’s breath caught in her throat and she moaned quietly. “Je suis désolé?” (I’m sorry?) she panted as Artie’s hand crept higher.
“Offrez-vous un service de préparation ainsi?” (Do you offer a turn down service as well?) Artie asked as his hand brushed against the swell of Claudia’s hip, his fingers creeping around to stroke her thighs.
“Uh…” Claudia groaned and quickly took her iphone out of her bodice
When Artie saw that she was scrambling at the touch screen, attempting to concentrate enough to type while his other hand crept up between her legs, he chuckled quietly. Not wanting to torture her, he asked, “My French is a bit rusty I’m afraid. Do you speak English as well?”
Claudia threw him a grateful smile and said, with just a hint of an affected French accent, “But of course, sir. I have been well trained in many areas of social interaction.” She placed her iphone on the desk, but continued to dust lazily as she was terribly distracted by the soft stroking movements of Artie’s hands.
Artie chuckled quietly, his mind immediately going to Claudia’s purity test, “I’m sure you’re a very experienced young woman.”
Claudia moaned as Artie’s fingers brushed at her sex, and he licked at his lower lip, loving the feel of her shaved lips. “Though I am sure that there are many things that an older man, such as you, could teach me,” she offered.
Artie parted the lips of Claudia’s sex, and slowly slid two thick fingers into her moist heat, “I’d like that,” he breathed.
Claudia parted her legs slightly, and bent forward at the waist, while pushing back against Artie’s fingers so that he would penetrate her more deeply. “Plus s'il vous plait,” (More, please.) she groaned, and Artie complied by sliding a third finger into Claudia with the next stroke. She sighed with pleasure and Artie saw her quickly drop the duster, her hand disappearing underneath her skirt.
Growling quietly, Artie sped up the movements of his hand, moaning at the way that Claudia’s juices covered his palm and dripped down to his wrist. He could tell by the way that her sex tightened around his thrusting fingers, that she was close to coming. He leaned forward and kissed her hip while he murmured, “Appelez mon nom quand vous viendrez.” (Call my name when you come.)
Artie recognized the whimpering noises that Claudia was making, and he moved his hand faster to match the rhythm she was setting with her own movements on her hard clit. He bit down on the swell of her hip and Claudia sprawled forward on the desk, keening her release into the otherwise quiet office and panting, “Artie, Artie.”
He removed his fingers, and managed to, awkwardly, open his trousers with his left hand. As Claudia turned around, she locked eyes with Artie; the heated gaze almost distracted her from the fact that he was pulling his hard cock free of his boxers. Dropping her eyes, she watched as Artie spread her sweet juices over his shaft and stroked himself slowly. Artie groaned, and let his head fall against the back of his chair as he touched himself. “Fuck, c'est une bonne chose.” (Fuck, that’s good.)
Claudia quickly dropped to her knees, and moved Artie’s trousers further down his legs. Her hands splayed across his thighs, she lowered her head to his slick shaft and took him fully into her mouth. Artie gasped at the feel of her hot lips and tongue on his cock, and he raised his head so that he could watch her. Claudia’s eyes opened, and met Artie’s gaze, as she sucked him into her mouth, humming with pleasure at their combined tastes.
The look she gave him was too much; Artie wrapped the fingers of one hand in Claudia’s hair and, with a bellow of pleasure, came in her mouth. Once his breathing had slowed, he looked up again to see Claudia smiling happily at him; she was obviously quite pleased with herself. “Un travail bien fait, je pense.” (I job well done, I think.)
Artie smiled at her, “You are amazing, Claudia; I don’t think I’ve gotten the chance to say that yet today.”
She stood up and sat down in his lap, still grinning happily, “I think it should become a catchphrase.”
Artie laughed, “I didn’t know that you were taking French lesson.”
“I’m not,” Claudia admitted while inclining her head toward her iphone, “language app; I only learned enough to be saucy.”
“Eh bien, bon travail, mon amour, ” he responded as he lay soft kisses on her cleavage. (Well, good job, my love)
“One point down,” Claudia breathed, “and many, many, more to go.”
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“Nice, a warehouse fieldtrip with no work supplies,” Claudia grinned as she and Artie began their trek from the office. “Don’t I get any hints about our mystery day? I mean, since everyone else is occupied out of town, I thought that maybe we’d get to spend a day together back at the B&B.” She wound her arm through his and titled her head to look up at him coyly.
Artie chucked, “Trust me, we’ll get to spend plenty of quality time together today.”
“Your definition of quality time, or mine?” Claudia asked suspiciously. “I mean, I love some of these whack-a-doodle artifacts as much as you do, but I’d rather spend my day loving you,” she hinted again as they continued their sojourn deeper into the rows.
Artie paused, and turned to kiss Claudia lightly on the top of her head. “Sentiments noted, and I promise today will not disappoint.” He walked them down another row, and around a corner, stopping directly in front of a WWII tank. “Ah, here we are,” he said smiling back at the confused red head. He gestured to the external ladder, “After you.”
“A tank? This is your idea of an exciting day? Artie, Nazis give me the creeps,” Claudia whined.
“It’s not a German tank,” he clarified, “and why can’t you just trust me?” he asked with a smile. “Have I ever asked you to do anything that unpleasant?” When Claudia shot him an incredulous look he backpedalled, “Never mind, don’t answer that, just climb up and in.”
Claudia heaved a dramatic sigh, and began the climb. As she did, Artie gave a playful swat against her jean clad backside. She glanced over her shoulder, eyebrows raised, “Watch those hands old man unless you plan to put them to good use.”
“That’s never a problem,” Artie replied as he followed her up, and into, the top tank hatch.
“Wow,” Claudia commented, eyes widening as she dropped down through the hatch. “This looks more like a hotel than a battlefield.” She sprawled down across an overstuffed ottoman and beckoned Artie to her with a curled finger and a saucy look.
Artie joined her, pulling her into his lap and pulling her close. “I try not to disappoint; not all battlefield generals liked to rough it.” He leaned in and began to kiss Claudia gently, hands winding into her hair, as he heard her sigh happily into his mouth.
It wasn’t long before Artie let his lips wander down Claudia’s jaw and to her creamy neck, with a quick nip at her earlobe on the way. He smiled against her skin as he heard a small growl escape from deep in her chest but, when her hands began to wander up under his shirt, he gently pushed her away. “Not yet; we have a few more stops to make.”
“What?” Claudia shook her head a bit to clear it as Artie disengaged from her and stood. “A few more stops? What is this, some sort of scavenger hunt?”
“You’ll see, my young apprentice,” Artie chuckled as her pulled her up from the ottoman by her hand, and gestured to the hatch. “On to our next stop.”
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“No way; the warehouse has a roller coaster?” Claudia exclaimed as they reached their next stop. “Why didn’t I know about this before?”
“Because you and Pete would want to play on it way too often,” Artie replied with a scoff. “You don’t want to know what happens after you’ve ridden this a few dozen times.”
Claudia grimaced, and began to step away from the machine warily, before Artie grabbed her arm and pushed gently to the front car. “Luckily, one ride has no side effects besides the usual rush.”
Claudia slid into the car and Artie slipped in next to her. “Now, hands tight on the safety rail,” Artie said in a semi stern voice as he pulled the bar down toward their laps.
“Is this safe for me?” Claudia teased, glancing down at the bar. “I mean, that bar isn’t very tight on my lap, Old Man.”
Artie glanced down at his belly, and then shot Claudia a grumpy look. “You’ll be more than fine.”
Claudia smiled, and batted her eyelashes, “Just checking, I didn’t want to… ” She broke off mid sentence as the car began to move jerkily up the first big hill. “Wow, this view is just as good as the zip line,” Claudia commented as they rose higher up the track.
Artie reached over and gently squeezed her upper thigh, “Just enjoy the ride,” he chuckled as they crested the hill and began the rapid decent.
Claudia whooped with joy as they whipped around the first corner, and then gasped in another way entirely as she felt Artie’s hand move from her thigh and slip up under her shirt and squeeze her breast. He pinched her now hardened nipple through her bra as they rounded the next bend, and corkscrewed down the track. “Artie!” she moaned as they continued their ride and his hands continued their questing movements.
As they hit the first upside down loop, Arte slid his hands down her stomach, and as the gravity pushed them downward into the seat, he used the momentum to slide his hand down under the waistband of Claudia’s jeans and into her panties. He smiled at the noise of both surprise, and joy, which accompanied his fingers.
Less than a minute later, the coaster shuddered to a halt, as Claudia was still shuddering in her seat, eyes closed and a happy smile on her face. Artie shook his head, a matching smile on his own face, as he withdrew his hand.
“Hey now, no fair,” Claudia protested, sitting up and reaching her hand over to rest against the bulge in Artie’s trousers. “What’s the rush?”
Artie smiled enigmatically, “Patience, we have a few more places to visit still.”
Claudia growled as she got out of the coaster car, “A few?”
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“And now I find out that we have an ocean in the warehouse, too. What’s under there; Atlantis?” Claudia asked, sarcasm thick in her voice.
“Of course, where else would it be?” Artie said smiling at her as he finished changing into his swim trunks, shooting an approving glance back at Claudia’s bikini; black with a pattern of little silver skulls on it.
“Why is none of this on the inventory list?” Claudia griped. “Someday one of us might need to know about these things.”
“The longer that you’re here, the more that you’ll discover,” Artie soothed as he grabbed a surfboard out of a small beach cabana nearby.
“Surfing. Seriously, you’re going surfing?” Claudia gave Artie a disbelieving look. “You really aren’t the athletic type Artie; don’t want you to hurt yourself before we get to the good part of the day,” Claudia quipped as she ran her hands down over the curves of her body.
Artie let out a small growl, and adjusted the waistband of his trunks, causing Claudia to smile triumphantly. “The board is self stabilizing. No matter what you do on it, you won’t fall off.”
“Nice,” Claudia said with a smile and a nod. “So, off we go?”
Artie nodded, and they both straddled the board, paddling out gently using their hands and feet. When they were about three hundred feet out, Artie put a hand on Claudia’s shoulder to stop her. “The waves are good here. Turn around and stand up.”
Claudia did as he asked, but then looked down at Artie curiously. “You aren’t standing up too?”
Artie rose to his knees, facing Claudia, and smiled up at her, “Surf’s up!” Just as he finished his words, a wave crested behind them and the board began rushing toward the shore. Artie swiftly pulled Claudia’s bikini bottoms down, sliding himself closer to her spread legs.
As Artie wrapped his hands around Claudia’s upper thighs, and began placing open mouthed kisses against her shaved lips, he wasn’t sure if her cries were from the wave tunnel that they had entered, or his questing tongue, and really, he didn’t care.
As they rushed through the water, cool salty drops landing on them from the curving wave, Artie pressed his tongue flat against Claudia’s clit and bean the hard swirling pattern that he knew would push her over the edge quickly. He was rewarded by her semi-frantic keening, and he felt her legs begin to tremble. He tightened his grip, and held her upright, as her orgasm overtook her and they rocketed out of the water tunnel.
Claudia’s breathing slowed as the board’s movement did, and they floated gently into the shallows, Artie putting his feet down to anchor them into place. Claudia sank to her knees, and leaned into Artie’s waiting arms. She kissed him deeply, and wound her hands into his curls. “I’m not sure what to say; that was incredible.”
“I made you speechless? One point, Artie,” he teased gently as they broke apart.
Claudia’s eyes narrowed a bit and then widened. “Points! That’s what this is all about; points on the purity test. You’re trying to knock off all those stupid “in types of vehicles” points aren’t you?” she asked, one eyebrow raised.
Artie chuckled, and leaned in to kiss her forehead. “That’s my clever girl. I wondered how long that it would take you to figure it out.”
“Well we ticked off the car one with the jag long ago, so what’s next, a yacht?” Claudia joked, stepping off the board and scanning the horizon.
Artie sighed as he slid off the board and came up behind Claudia and hugged her gently. “I’m afraid I that can’t satisfy all the questions, but we do have a fairly impressive last stop.”
Claudia pressed herself back into his body, feeling his hardened length against her, “Well, then, let’s not keep you waiting.”
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“You know I love riding in the cherry picker,” Claudia admitted, “but it’s so much better when I’m not blindfolded and I know where I’m going.”
“Hasn’t this day taught you that I have only good things in mind for you?” Artie asked gently as he ran his hands down the curves of Claudia’s torso to rest or her hips.
Claudia sighed happily, “Yes, yes, yes, but are we almost there?”
“As a matter of fact, we are,” Artie stated as the cherry picker came to a halt. He reached up and gently pulled the blindfold off of Claudia’s eyes. “Worth the wait?” he asked
“No fraking way; the Hindenburg exploded!” she exclaimed as she saw the zeppelin in front of her.
“Well that’s what he pubic thought,” Artie began in his teaching voice. “However what they didn’t know was that..” his speech was abruptly halted as Claudia pulled him onto the floating dirigible and kissed him passionately.
She snaked her hand down into his pants, and broke the kiss to whisper into his ear, “Lecture me later, fuck me now.”
Artie gasped as Claudia’s hand began to stroke up and down the length of his shaft. “Yes Ma’am.” He began walking them backwards to the bench next to the windows of the cockpit, his hands and lips touching any part of Claudia’s body that he could reach.
He gently pushed Claudia down onto the long velvet cushions, sighing happily as he saw her still bikini clad form stretch out invitingly, a lusty look on her flushed face. He reached down and undid the ties on both of her hips, and reached around to do the same with the tie behind her neck.
Claudia used her agile legs to push the swim trunks down, and off, Artie’s legs, and as he leaned down to press against her, she deftly pulled his shirt off over his head. They both made small noises of contentment as their heated skin finally made contact. Claudia pressed her hips upward, and Artie could feel her wetness against him.
“Now, Artie,” she pleaded, making slow circles against his hardness. “You’ve made me wait all day, and you’ve got to be running out of patience, too.”
Artie began to say something but gasped as she suddenly wrapped her long legs around his hips and pulled him into her in one fluid motion. “Claudia,” he groaned feeling her tight, wet, heat around him. He began to thrust slowly, enjoying the deep angle that the cushion, and her raised legs, offered.
Claudia made a noise that was a combination of a sigh and a whimper, “Faster, please, faster!” she implored, raising her hips to meet each of his thrusts.
Artie was more than happy to comply, and as he sped up, he felt himself coming close to the edge quickly. Wanting Claudia there with him, he reached a hand down to where they were joined, and rubbed the pad of his thick thumb against Claudia’s aching clit. He was happy to hear the moaning that accompanied his movement.
It wasn’t long before Artie felt Claudia tightening around him, and he let himself lose control, pounding into her with a few last thrusts, and yelling out his release into the air as Claudia’s usual string of nonsensical profanity announced her own climax.
They both sprawled onto the window seat cushions, tangled in each other bodies, slowly gaining their breath back. Artie’s hands gently trailed up and down Claudia’s back, still enjoying the feel of her skin responding to his gentle touch. She snuggled deeper into his arms with a small happy sigh, “That test is the best thing that I’ve convinced you to do in ages.”
“I am forced to agree that, as embarrassing as it was at first, it is a task truly enjoyable to work on completing.”
“So,” Claudia said looking at up at him with an impish smile, “who gets to be the one who is upside down?”
Artie just chuckled and pulled her closer.
“The Power to Contemplate Defilement”
by Zombiechick and Abbysiuta
Pairing; Artie/Claudia
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Vague references to multiple Season 3 episodes
Disclaimer: We own nothing, we just like to make them do what we want
xposted to artie_claudia
“So the lines intersect on 8th Street in Philadelphia,” Artie pointed out.
“Okay,” Pete conceded, “I admit it, I’m dumb.”
“It’s not so much that you’re dumb,” Artie consoled the younger man, “but that I’m smarter.”
Pete smirked, “Ha, ha.”
Myka guffawed and hit him on the shoulder, “Come on, Pete, I’ll buy you a cheese steak.”
“Oooh,” Pete answered her, obviously mollified, “cheese steak, I forgot about that.”
The door slammed behind them, and, laughing, Artie got back to work. The office had been relatively silent for more than a half hour when he heard the door to the umbilicus open. Recognizing a whiff of Claudia’s perfume, Artie didn’t bother to turn around before saying; “I brought in some more of those files and put them on your desk.”
Claudia didn’t respond as she walked to Artie’s desk. Leaning in so that she was pressed fully against his side, she asked, “Devrais-je commencer à nettoyer ici?” (Should I start cleaning in here?)
Artie looked up, with a questioning look on his face, “Cleaning? What are you…” his words were cut off as his jaw fell open, practically resting on his chest. His eyes slowly raked down Claudia’s slight form, ever widening, as he took in the extremely small French maid outfit that she wore. Her small breasts were pushed high by the tight bodice and were practically spilling out of the top and her red hair was topped with a small lace head piece, “What, uh, what, you’re…uh,”
“ J'ai été envoyé par un Frédéric Mme. On m'a dit que le bureau avait grandement besoin de formation de poussière,” she answered him and produced a small feather duster from some unseen location. (I was sent by a Mrs. Frederick. I was told that the office was badly in need of dusting.) And then she bent over Artie’s lap and stretched her arm to begin gently dusting around his computer.
Bending at the waist made her short black skirt tilt upward, thanks to the ruffle of white crinoline beneath. “Mon dieu,” (My god) Artie gasped as he saw that Claudia wore nothing beneath her skirt. The black, fishnet stockings ended at her upper thigh, and were held without garters, to the creamy expanse of her skin.
Claudia flashed a saucy grin over her shoulder and asked, “Y at-il quelque chose de mal, monsieur?” (Is there something wrong, sir?)
“Non, non, tout va bien, continuez,” (No, no, everything is fine; carry on.) Artie answered her as he quickly recovered his poker face.
“Très bien,” (Very well) Claudia murmured huskily and continued to dust.
“Quels autres services proposez-vous?” (What other services do you offer?) Artie asked as he brushed his hand gently up the back of Claudia’s leg.
Claudia’s breath caught in her throat and she moaned quietly. “Je suis désolé?” (I’m sorry?) she panted as Artie’s hand crept higher.
“Offrez-vous un service de préparation ainsi?” (Do you offer a turn down service as well?) Artie asked as his hand brushed against the swell of Claudia’s hip, his fingers creeping around to stroke her thighs.
“Uh…” Claudia groaned and quickly took her iphone out of her bodice
When Artie saw that she was scrambling at the touch screen, attempting to concentrate enough to type while his other hand crept up between her legs, he chuckled quietly. Not wanting to torture her, he asked, “My French is a bit rusty I’m afraid. Do you speak English as well?”
Claudia threw him a grateful smile and said, with just a hint of an affected French accent, “But of course, sir. I have been well trained in many areas of social interaction.” She placed her iphone on the desk, but continued to dust lazily as she was terribly distracted by the soft stroking movements of Artie’s hands.
Artie chuckled quietly, his mind immediately going to Claudia’s purity test, “I’m sure you’re a very experienced young woman.”
Claudia moaned as Artie’s fingers brushed at her sex, and he licked at his lower lip, loving the feel of her shaved lips. “Though I am sure that there are many things that an older man, such as you, could teach me,” she offered.
Artie parted the lips of Claudia’s sex, and slowly slid two thick fingers into her moist heat, “I’d like that,” he breathed.
Claudia parted her legs slightly, and bent forward at the waist, while pushing back against Artie’s fingers so that he would penetrate her more deeply. “Plus s'il vous plait,” (More, please.) she groaned, and Artie complied by sliding a third finger into Claudia with the next stroke. She sighed with pleasure and Artie saw her quickly drop the duster, her hand disappearing underneath her skirt.
Growling quietly, Artie sped up the movements of his hand, moaning at the way that Claudia’s juices covered his palm and dripped down to his wrist. He could tell by the way that her sex tightened around his thrusting fingers, that she was close to coming. He leaned forward and kissed her hip while he murmured, “Appelez mon nom quand vous viendrez.” (Call my name when you come.)
Artie recognized the whimpering noises that Claudia was making, and he moved his hand faster to match the rhythm she was setting with her own movements on her hard clit. He bit down on the swell of her hip and Claudia sprawled forward on the desk, keening her release into the otherwise quiet office and panting, “Artie, Artie.”
He removed his fingers, and managed to, awkwardly, open his trousers with his left hand. As Claudia turned around, she locked eyes with Artie; the heated gaze almost distracted her from the fact that he was pulling his hard cock free of his boxers. Dropping her eyes, she watched as Artie spread her sweet juices over his shaft and stroked himself slowly. Artie groaned, and let his head fall against the back of his chair as he touched himself. “Fuck, c'est une bonne chose.” (Fuck, that’s good.)
Claudia quickly dropped to her knees, and moved Artie’s trousers further down his legs. Her hands splayed across his thighs, she lowered her head to his slick shaft and took him fully into her mouth. Artie gasped at the feel of her hot lips and tongue on his cock, and he raised his head so that he could watch her. Claudia’s eyes opened, and met Artie’s gaze, as she sucked him into her mouth, humming with pleasure at their combined tastes.
The look she gave him was too much; Artie wrapped the fingers of one hand in Claudia’s hair and, with a bellow of pleasure, came in her mouth. Once his breathing had slowed, he looked up again to see Claudia smiling happily at him; she was obviously quite pleased with herself. “Un travail bien fait, je pense.” (I job well done, I think.)
Artie smiled at her, “You are amazing, Claudia; I don’t think I’ve gotten the chance to say that yet today.”
She stood up and sat down in his lap, still grinning happily, “I think it should become a catchphrase.”
Artie laughed, “I didn’t know that you were taking French lesson.”
“I’m not,” Claudia admitted while inclining her head toward her iphone, “language app; I only learned enough to be saucy.”
“Eh bien, bon travail, mon amour, ” he responded as he lay soft kisses on her cleavage. (Well, good job, my love)
“One point down,” Claudia breathed, “and many, many, more to go.”
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“Nice, a warehouse fieldtrip with no work supplies,” Claudia grinned as she and Artie began their trek from the office. “Don’t I get any hints about our mystery day? I mean, since everyone else is occupied out of town, I thought that maybe we’d get to spend a day together back at the B&B.” She wound her arm through his and titled her head to look up at him coyly.
Artie chucked, “Trust me, we’ll get to spend plenty of quality time together today.”
“Your definition of quality time, or mine?” Claudia asked suspiciously. “I mean, I love some of these whack-a-doodle artifacts as much as you do, but I’d rather spend my day loving you,” she hinted again as they continued their sojourn deeper into the rows.
Artie paused, and turned to kiss Claudia lightly on the top of her head. “Sentiments noted, and I promise today will not disappoint.” He walked them down another row, and around a corner, stopping directly in front of a WWII tank. “Ah, here we are,” he said smiling back at the confused red head. He gestured to the external ladder, “After you.”
“A tank? This is your idea of an exciting day? Artie, Nazis give me the creeps,” Claudia whined.
“It’s not a German tank,” he clarified, “and why can’t you just trust me?” he asked with a smile. “Have I ever asked you to do anything that unpleasant?” When Claudia shot him an incredulous look he backpedalled, “Never mind, don’t answer that, just climb up and in.”
Claudia heaved a dramatic sigh, and began the climb. As she did, Artie gave a playful swat against her jean clad backside. She glanced over her shoulder, eyebrows raised, “Watch those hands old man unless you plan to put them to good use.”
“That’s never a problem,” Artie replied as he followed her up, and into, the top tank hatch.
“Wow,” Claudia commented, eyes widening as she dropped down through the hatch. “This looks more like a hotel than a battlefield.” She sprawled down across an overstuffed ottoman and beckoned Artie to her with a curled finger and a saucy look.
Artie joined her, pulling her into his lap and pulling her close. “I try not to disappoint; not all battlefield generals liked to rough it.” He leaned in and began to kiss Claudia gently, hands winding into her hair, as he heard her sigh happily into his mouth.
It wasn’t long before Artie let his lips wander down Claudia’s jaw and to her creamy neck, with a quick nip at her earlobe on the way. He smiled against her skin as he heard a small growl escape from deep in her chest but, when her hands began to wander up under his shirt, he gently pushed her away. “Not yet; we have a few more stops to make.”
“What?” Claudia shook her head a bit to clear it as Artie disengaged from her and stood. “A few more stops? What is this, some sort of scavenger hunt?”
“You’ll see, my young apprentice,” Artie chuckled as her pulled her up from the ottoman by her hand, and gestured to the hatch. “On to our next stop.”
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“No way; the warehouse has a roller coaster?” Claudia exclaimed as they reached their next stop. “Why didn’t I know about this before?”
“Because you and Pete would want to play on it way too often,” Artie replied with a scoff. “You don’t want to know what happens after you’ve ridden this a few dozen times.”
Claudia grimaced, and began to step away from the machine warily, before Artie grabbed her arm and pushed gently to the front car. “Luckily, one ride has no side effects besides the usual rush.”
Claudia slid into the car and Artie slipped in next to her. “Now, hands tight on the safety rail,” Artie said in a semi stern voice as he pulled the bar down toward their laps.
“Is this safe for me?” Claudia teased, glancing down at the bar. “I mean, that bar isn’t very tight on my lap, Old Man.”
Artie glanced down at his belly, and then shot Claudia a grumpy look. “You’ll be more than fine.”
Claudia smiled, and batted her eyelashes, “Just checking, I didn’t want to… ” She broke off mid sentence as the car began to move jerkily up the first big hill. “Wow, this view is just as good as the zip line,” Claudia commented as they rose higher up the track.
Artie reached over and gently squeezed her upper thigh, “Just enjoy the ride,” he chuckled as they crested the hill and began the rapid decent.
Claudia whooped with joy as they whipped around the first corner, and then gasped in another way entirely as she felt Artie’s hand move from her thigh and slip up under her shirt and squeeze her breast. He pinched her now hardened nipple through her bra as they rounded the next bend, and corkscrewed down the track. “Artie!” she moaned as they continued their ride and his hands continued their questing movements.
As they hit the first upside down loop, Arte slid his hands down her stomach, and as the gravity pushed them downward into the seat, he used the momentum to slide his hand down under the waistband of Claudia’s jeans and into her panties. He smiled at the noise of both surprise, and joy, which accompanied his fingers.
Less than a minute later, the coaster shuddered to a halt, as Claudia was still shuddering in her seat, eyes closed and a happy smile on her face. Artie shook his head, a matching smile on his own face, as he withdrew his hand.
“Hey now, no fair,” Claudia protested, sitting up and reaching her hand over to rest against the bulge in Artie’s trousers. “What’s the rush?”
Artie smiled enigmatically, “Patience, we have a few more places to visit still.”
Claudia growled as she got out of the coaster car, “A few?”
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“And now I find out that we have an ocean in the warehouse, too. What’s under there; Atlantis?” Claudia asked, sarcasm thick in her voice.
“Of course, where else would it be?” Artie said smiling at her as he finished changing into his swim trunks, shooting an approving glance back at Claudia’s bikini; black with a pattern of little silver skulls on it.
“Why is none of this on the inventory list?” Claudia griped. “Someday one of us might need to know about these things.”
“The longer that you’re here, the more that you’ll discover,” Artie soothed as he grabbed a surfboard out of a small beach cabana nearby.
“Surfing. Seriously, you’re going surfing?” Claudia gave Artie a disbelieving look. “You really aren’t the athletic type Artie; don’t want you to hurt yourself before we get to the good part of the day,” Claudia quipped as she ran her hands down over the curves of her body.
Artie let out a small growl, and adjusted the waistband of his trunks, causing Claudia to smile triumphantly. “The board is self stabilizing. No matter what you do on it, you won’t fall off.”
“Nice,” Claudia said with a smile and a nod. “So, off we go?”
Artie nodded, and they both straddled the board, paddling out gently using their hands and feet. When they were about three hundred feet out, Artie put a hand on Claudia’s shoulder to stop her. “The waves are good here. Turn around and stand up.”
Claudia did as he asked, but then looked down at Artie curiously. “You aren’t standing up too?”
Artie rose to his knees, facing Claudia, and smiled up at her, “Surf’s up!” Just as he finished his words, a wave crested behind them and the board began rushing toward the shore. Artie swiftly pulled Claudia’s bikini bottoms down, sliding himself closer to her spread legs.
As Artie wrapped his hands around Claudia’s upper thighs, and began placing open mouthed kisses against her shaved lips, he wasn’t sure if her cries were from the wave tunnel that they had entered, or his questing tongue, and really, he didn’t care.
As they rushed through the water, cool salty drops landing on them from the curving wave, Artie pressed his tongue flat against Claudia’s clit and bean the hard swirling pattern that he knew would push her over the edge quickly. He was rewarded by her semi-frantic keening, and he felt her legs begin to tremble. He tightened his grip, and held her upright, as her orgasm overtook her and they rocketed out of the water tunnel.
Claudia’s breathing slowed as the board’s movement did, and they floated gently into the shallows, Artie putting his feet down to anchor them into place. Claudia sank to her knees, and leaned into Artie’s waiting arms. She kissed him deeply, and wound her hands into his curls. “I’m not sure what to say; that was incredible.”
“I made you speechless? One point, Artie,” he teased gently as they broke apart.
Claudia’s eyes narrowed a bit and then widened. “Points! That’s what this is all about; points on the purity test. You’re trying to knock off all those stupid “in types of vehicles” points aren’t you?” she asked, one eyebrow raised.
Artie chuckled, and leaned in to kiss her forehead. “That’s my clever girl. I wondered how long that it would take you to figure it out.”
“Well we ticked off the car one with the jag long ago, so what’s next, a yacht?” Claudia joked, stepping off the board and scanning the horizon.
Artie sighed as he slid off the board and came up behind Claudia and hugged her gently. “I’m afraid I that can’t satisfy all the questions, but we do have a fairly impressive last stop.”
Claudia pressed herself back into his body, feeling his hardened length against her, “Well, then, let’s not keep you waiting.”
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“You know I love riding in the cherry picker,” Claudia admitted, “but it’s so much better when I’m not blindfolded and I know where I’m going.”
“Hasn’t this day taught you that I have only good things in mind for you?” Artie asked gently as he ran his hands down the curves of Claudia’s torso to rest or her hips.
Claudia sighed happily, “Yes, yes, yes, but are we almost there?”
“As a matter of fact, we are,” Artie stated as the cherry picker came to a halt. He reached up and gently pulled the blindfold off of Claudia’s eyes. “Worth the wait?” he asked
“No fraking way; the Hindenburg exploded!” she exclaimed as she saw the zeppelin in front of her.
“Well that’s what he pubic thought,” Artie began in his teaching voice. “However what they didn’t know was that..” his speech was abruptly halted as Claudia pulled him onto the floating dirigible and kissed him passionately.
She snaked her hand down into his pants, and broke the kiss to whisper into his ear, “Lecture me later, fuck me now.”
Artie gasped as Claudia’s hand began to stroke up and down the length of his shaft. “Yes Ma’am.” He began walking them backwards to the bench next to the windows of the cockpit, his hands and lips touching any part of Claudia’s body that he could reach.
He gently pushed Claudia down onto the long velvet cushions, sighing happily as he saw her still bikini clad form stretch out invitingly, a lusty look on her flushed face. He reached down and undid the ties on both of her hips, and reached around to do the same with the tie behind her neck.
Claudia used her agile legs to push the swim trunks down, and off, Artie’s legs, and as he leaned down to press against her, she deftly pulled his shirt off over his head. They both made small noises of contentment as their heated skin finally made contact. Claudia pressed her hips upward, and Artie could feel her wetness against him.
“Now, Artie,” she pleaded, making slow circles against his hardness. “You’ve made me wait all day, and you’ve got to be running out of patience, too.”
Artie began to say something but gasped as she suddenly wrapped her long legs around his hips and pulled him into her in one fluid motion. “Claudia,” he groaned feeling her tight, wet, heat around him. He began to thrust slowly, enjoying the deep angle that the cushion, and her raised legs, offered.
Claudia made a noise that was a combination of a sigh and a whimper, “Faster, please, faster!” she implored, raising her hips to meet each of his thrusts.
Artie was more than happy to comply, and as he sped up, he felt himself coming close to the edge quickly. Wanting Claudia there with him, he reached a hand down to where they were joined, and rubbed the pad of his thick thumb against Claudia’s aching clit. He was happy to hear the moaning that accompanied his movement.
It wasn’t long before Artie felt Claudia tightening around him, and he let himself lose control, pounding into her with a few last thrusts, and yelling out his release into the air as Claudia’s usual string of nonsensical profanity announced her own climax.
They both sprawled onto the window seat cushions, tangled in each other bodies, slowly gaining their breath back. Artie’s hands gently trailed up and down Claudia’s back, still enjoying the feel of her skin responding to his gentle touch. She snuggled deeper into his arms with a small happy sigh, “That test is the best thing that I’ve convinced you to do in ages.”
“I am forced to agree that, as embarrassing as it was at first, it is a task truly enjoyable to work on completing.”
“So,” Claudia said looking at up at him with an impish smile, “who gets to be the one who is upside down?”
Artie just chuckled and pulled her closer.