Smut 69: Voyeur
Alex Eames enjoyed working out. She put on music and rode exercise bikes for hours. She used the weight machines and kept her upper body strong so she could handle what her job threw at her. She even used free weights sometimes to add a little more definition to her arms. Justly proud of the effects, she wore tank tops when she could, even to work.
Naturally a brunette, she'd started dyeing her hair in college on a dare and twenty years later she couldn't remember how she looked with dark hair. It was her only other personal, physical extravagance. No facials or fancy creams, just soap and water and as much rest as she could get. Alex didn't fool herself that she hadn't changed as she aged. Bearing a child altered her body in ways she hadn't expected and after getting hurt on the job there were lines around her eyes she knew would never fade.
She could count the direct compliments her partner had given her on one hand, but they'd been heartfelt. Two of them had come on nights she changed at work before going out. One of those nights she'd come back into the bullpen in a navy blue suit. The jacket had a plunging neckline and the perfectly tailored pants showed off her hips. Bobby and Jimmy Deakins were both there when she walked out. Deakins gave her a long, low wolf whistle that made her blush. Bobby stood politely and gestured for her to turn for them. When she'd turned back he exhaled slowly and told her she was going to put her date to shame.
All of which lead her to assume she had a fairly healthy self image. Not a great beauty, but she took care of herself, maintaining what nature had given her. Add her intelligence and a not bad sense of humor and she knew what a man might see in her. What she didn't understand was her lover's recent request. He woke her by caressing her belly and breasts, following the stretch marks, and telling her that he wanted to take her somewhere he could show her off. When she suggested they go dancing, he shook his head and chuckled.
His clarification left her blushing and uncomfortable. There was a club he knew where she could wear almost nothing. He had in mind a mini skirt, dark bra and satin choker. Oh, and he mentioned high heels. She glanced down at her stomach and raised an eyebrow. It was flat, with only the slightest curve of a belly, but the stretch marks showed clearly. She was no twenty year old hard body.
He went on to rumble thickly in her ear about how he wanted to sit her on his lap, facing him, so he could pull the short skirt up and let people see her tight ass. Shivering hard, she listened as he explained he wouldn't let anyone else touch her, but he wanted to slide his hand between them, slipping his fingers inside her panties and finding her clit. Everyone in the room would see how her muscular body contorted with pleasure and hear the delicious noises she made for him.
He stopped when her body posture told him how uncomfortable she was with the idea, but she couldn't stop thinking about it. Why would anyone who didn't know her want to watch her that way? He hadn't suggested some complex sex act, just her rubbing against his hand. She was still thinking about it a few days later when they tumbled into bed after a long day's work. Pushing him back onto the pillows, she tugged his pants over his hips. Not bothering to get his pants even to his knees, she had his cock in her mouth before finding a comfortable position for herself. It wasn't until she got herself settled and heard him moan loudly that she looked up to see his face.
His head was back so far his shoulders were off the bed. Every tightening of his fingers in her hair was accompanied by his lips pursing so hard the bottom one disappeared. Surprisingly, his eyes were open but she didn't think he could see anything. She flicked her tongue over the thick mushroom head of his cock and he cried out her name. Originally she had only intended her oral attentions to be a precursor to fucking him, but she kept her mouth on him until he came. Every twitch and whimper burned into her mind and when he came she realized she'd made a decision.
Hours later, when they were both satisfied, had shared a meal, and were curled around each other watching a bad late night movie, she told him about her decision. Describing how exciting watching him was and how she found herself wanting to do it again all the way through dinner. He chuckled until she rubbed her hips against him to demonstrate the effect talking about it had on her.
Rolling her onto her back, he pressed his thigh against her so she had something solid to work against. He sat up enough so he could watch her face as she ground into him. Chuckling once again, he reminded her of how he wanted to display her at the club. When he got to how he wanted her facing him, she shook her head and said she should face the room. He groaned as she described straddling him with her legs spread wide and his hand buried in her panties. His large, strong hand deep in her delicate lace panties.
Just before she came he shifted quickly and entered her with a grunt. Rough thrust followed rough thrust as he begged her to go on. She told that her bra would be the same fine lace as her panties and how his other hand would look when he reached in to pinch and pull at her nipple. He told her he wouldn't take her in the club, wouldn't fill her with the hard cock she would feel beneath her. Instead he'd have her in the back of his car because there was no way he would be able to wait until they got home.
They fell asleep almost immediately after their climaxes and her last coherent thought before sleep was that she better go get a black lace bra and panty set.