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.
Mark mentally suppressed his physical need for climax, willing the surge of semen to pause. It wasn't much, but it was enough. Sara's glistening body momentarily tensed. A gasp sounded and her body jerked and twitched in intense spasms of ecstasy. A surge of wetness met his thrusts as her pussy walls clenched down around his erection. Her loud moaning indicated the pleasure she savored as sexual release was achieved.
He was right behind her. The semen rose the rest of the way quickly, and his sensitized head triggered a similar reaction in him. He grunted aloud and buried himself fully in her belly, releasing thick milky wads of semen. Several more thrusts followed, and he twitched in delight as his balls emptied the remaining seed into her canal. When the act was complete he withdrew.
"That's a wonderful way to get the day started," she commented as she stood up, turned around, and embraced him in a warm hug. "What am I going to do when that building is finished next month?"
"We'll only be a plane ride apart," he reminded her. "You'll like New York City."
She glanced down at the soap holder and saw the half-used bar. "Hand me the soap and I'll think about it."
* * * * *
The team was called out to investigate a hit and run that occurred on highway 95 just north of the city. According to police, a woman witnessed the accident and called it in. Upon arriving at the scene Grissom viewed the grisly, lifeless body.
The battered corpse looked up at the sky with lifeless eyes opened wide. His purple lips were curled, as if in the final moments he screamed in protest. The face was smashed and unrecognizable. His arms and legs were broken, for they ended up in unnatural positions.
Nick and Warrick approached the body. Nick carried the evidence collection bag as Warrick stood above the body and captured pictures of the vic from different angles. Grissom walked over to a local uniformed deputy on the scene.
"Her name is Lizzy Moore," a local deputy briefed him. "She claims she saw the entire..."
Grissom held his hand up in an attempt to stop the officer. He didn't want to risk a tainted retelling. "Where's the witness?"
He was led down the highway shoulder to a gravel driveway. Nick drove up and they exchanged a wave. After sixty feet they stepped onto a porch. It was an old house and appeared to have undergone several facelifts over the years. Grissom knocked on the screen door.
"Come on in," a young female voice invited.
He pulled the door open and entered. The woman appeared to be in her early twenties with dark curly hair. She was casually dressed in a pair of denim shorts and a dark blue pullover T-shirt smudged with dirt.
"You can follow me, I'm working in the back," she announced as she returned to her work.
Grissom couldn't help but notice several Entomology Monthly magazines. The latest contained his recent submission about the endangered Thorne's hairstreak and Hermes copper butterflies. He wondered if she'd read it.
"I liked your article," she commented in a raised voice so she could be heard from the back of the house. "I found it to be very inspiring. It's amazing how fragile our world really is."
Grissom followed her voice to a bedroom that she used as a workshop. A long table held an assortment of equipment, and improvised shelves held various insect specimens. His curiosity was piqued.
"Most girls recoil at the sight of an insect, yet you appear to embrace them," he noticed.
"Most girls grow up in stable homes and lead normal lives, too," Lizzy added. "My mom brought us here ten years ago, when I was ten, with dreams of grandeur. Two years ago she finally gave up and took off. I've been supporting myself ever since."
Grissom inspected her collection that lined several shelves as she finished her work.
"You're hopelessly adorable. You know that, right?" she inquired. "As soon as I saw your picture I fell in love."
He was surprised by her honesty. And although he'd been told on several occasions that he wasn't lacking in the looks department, he never seriously considered himself a ladies' man. "With the picture? The reason why I ask is that it's an old picture."
"With the man," Lizzy assured him. "The picture was merely a vehicle for my discovery."
"It appears you've made many discoveries."
"It's my hobby and my job," she explained. "Not very many people appreciate insects, but I find them amazing in so many ways. Unfortunately I have to embed some of them in plastic and sell them in order to pay the bills."
"What sells these days?"
"Scorpions seem to be popular with the tourists," she responded. "And butterflies, after that."
When she tossed him something he instinctively reached out and caught it. He looked down at the small round clear plastic disc that contained a Thorne's hairstreak butterfly. The tips of the wings appeared to be tinged from fire, but other than that it looked to be flawless.
"Nice reflexes..." she started to say.
"...for an old man?" he finished.
"For a distinguished forensics detective with teddy bear lovability," she clarified. "Please tell me there's not a Mrs. back at home."
"Forensics is my life. There's no room for anything else."
"Then you wouldn't be opposed to my seducing you?" she respectfully inquired.
Grissom smiled and tossed back the plastic-encased butterfly. "You can try."
He glanced over and took notice of her for the first time. She had a nice ass; he had to give her that. The round, firm buttocks filled in the denim shorts quite nicely. Her legs were slender and smooth, tanned to a light golden color. It wasn't a stretch at all to imagine himself laying between them. She had certainly captured his interest. He liked her candor and honesty, two qualities that were not commonly encountered in his line of work.
"So there's nobody around to tell you what to do?" he continued his questioning as he attempted to learn more about her.
"I'm very independent, but I can be submissive when the right man comes along," she fired back with a sexy smile on her lips and a sparkling in her green eyes. The point wasn't lost on him.
Grissom couldn't contain a wide grin. He found her very interesting. She had a quick mind for someone so young. She'd been forced to grow up quickly in her mother's absence, and appeared to have made the transition successfully.
"Have you ever considered going into forensics?"
"I guess I never really thought about it," Lizzy admitted. "Are you going to give me a tour of the lab and your specimen collection?"
"I'd be happy to," Grissom confirmed. "So tell me about the accident."
The look on her lovely face made it quite apparent that neither one of them believed it was an accident at all.
"The incident," he added. "You reported having witnessed it."
Lizzy wiped her hands with a nearby towel, walked over to Grissom, and took his hand into hers. She led him to the kitchen table and politely offered him a seat.
"Herbal tea?" she asked.
"Please," he responded.
They settled down at the table with their tea when Lizzy retold what she observed. "I was outside when I heard a man's voice. He sounded very upset and I assumed he was talking to someone else. But when he drew closer I could see that he was alone and angry about something.
"I heard an approaching vehicle a moment later. He was walking southbound on the shoulder closest to me when a late-model Ford pickup truck heading north veered across the road and intentionally ran the guy down. The only thing I heard was that awful thumping sound. There was no squealing of brakes or anything else. And afterwards, the driver accelerated and sped off to the north."
"Did you check on the victim?" he questioned.
"I was stunned initially, but after the truck was gone I ran over to the guy. It was pretty grisly. He was panting for breath and groaning softly, like he knew he was dying. There wasn't anything I could do for him, so I just told him to lie still and that I'd call for help. I made the call but I couldn't bring myself to go back over there. Once the police showed up I pointed them in his direction. I don't know what happened after that."
"You mentioned a late-model Ford pickup truck; any particular color?"
"I can do better than that. After the police arrived I went on-line and checked out the available models while it was still fresh in my mind," she explained. "It helped take my mind off of what I'd seen. This is the truck. It happened so quick that I never saw the plates. But it shouldn't be hard to solve this one. Get a list of people he's recently pissed off and I'm sure the driver will be pretty high up there."
Grissom smiled to himself and accepted the offered color reproduction of a web page. "I'm sure you're probably right."
He examined the printout. The picture was of an Aspen green Ford F-150 Lariat.
"You're very resourceful. Thanks. I'm sure this will help."
Lizzy reached her arms across the table and gently grasped his left hand. Her soft fingertips lightly caressed his palms and fingers. His penis stirred restlessly from the contact. She could tell a lot about a man from the feel of his hands. She confirmed what she had already suspected. He was a kind, warm-hearted person hopelessly devoted to a profession he loved and didn't perform heavy labor.
"You're not wearing any cologne," she realized.
"It gets in the way of my job," he explained. "In forensics the clues take many different forms, including smell. I prefer not to make the task any more difficult than it already is. You, on the other hand, are wearing perfume."
"Very observant," she announced. "But I would be impressed if you could be more specific."
Grissom's face displayed a wide smile. He loved a challenge and found himself enjoying spending time with the young woman. He also liked the feel of her soft fingertips on his palms. They rubbed from the center out, and he found it surprisingly relaxing and arousing. Grissom found himself drawn to her, despite the considerable age difference that she so clearly was not bothered by.
When his eyes subconsciously glanced down at the front of her T-shirt, he noticed the swell of her breasts beneath the top. The shirt formed peaks and valleys as it conformed to the dimensions of flesh which it hid. The large tips pressed against fabric and formed a visible outline. That visual, plus the manner in which she was massaging his hands, caused a brief shuddering sensation. His penis stiffened slightly within his casual slacks, indicating he had gotten too comfortable in her presence. He nervously cleared his throat.
"Thanks for the tea. I should probably check and see how the investigation is proceeding," he reluctantly announced as he withdrew his hands from hers and stood up.
"Will you stop by before you leave?" she inquired in a hopeful voice.
"I can't make any promises," he cautioned as he walked towards the door. He paused before leaving the house. "Giorgio Armani."
Once outside Grissom located the deputy. He showed him the vehicle description and requested an APB be issued. He checked with Nick and Warrick, whose investigation was close to being concluded.
"I think there may be an abandoned vehicle near here," Grissom voiced his suspicions. "According to the witness our vic was walking and was clearly very upset about it. Based on his direction of travel I'm guessing it's north of here. I'm going to take a drive and see if I can spot anything."
"I'll give you a call when we finish up here to see if you need any help," Nick replied. "When is Greg getting back from that forensics convention in Reno?"
"He's off until the end of the week. I'll be curious to hear what new technology he can tell us about."
* * * * *
"What is that?" Greg asked Ginger when an item fell from the half-opened purse and rolled across the bedroom floor.
She giggled and slipped out of bed, ran across the room naked, and retrieved the item. He admired her beautiful petite body during the brief display, breasts bouncing temptingly.
He met the cute brunette at one of the many exhibits. He felt an immediate attraction to her and he invited her out to lunch. She liked his quirky sense of humor and they instantly clicked. Sex followed.
After returning to Greg's side she eagerly showed him what had caught his attention.
"I picked it up at the Star Trek convention last summer in Vegas," Ginger explained as she displayed a small reproduction of a light saber that was primarily intended to be used as a dildo. "It's my best friend."
He reached out and embraced her warm, supple body. "I thought I was your best friend?"
"I told you this afternoon that I'd take it under advisement," she clarified. "Show me again what you can do with that thing."
"This thing?" he teased as he extended and wagged his tongue.
She smiled and disappeared beneath the covers. Her form burrowed towards him slowly.
"Oh, that thing!" he announced as her warm mouth enveloped his flaccid penis.
Greg laid back and softly groaned. She had a fantastic mouth, and within seconds his penis stirred and swelled to its full size.
"You're hung like a horse," Ginger declared once again, her voice muffled by the blankets. "I adore it."
She was skilled, and he was the lucky recipient of her significant experience. Her mouth fully engulfed the round head and a portion of the shaft. Her fingers wrapped tightly around the penis and moved up and down. After sucking on the head a short while, her tongue licked up and down the underside of the shaft from his balls all the way up to the tip. She repeated the process several times before her mouth engulfed him once again.
After his erection was bathed in saliva and more than ready, Ginger threw the blankets back and mounted him. Her thighs parted as she straddled his crotch, carefully guiding the tip of his penis towards her aroused pussy. The head pushed between the outer folds and she moved it to the canal entrance. She wasn't accustomed to being with such well-endowed men, but she found that she absolutely loved it.
The breath caught in her throat and she winced as a jolt of stinging pain shot through her, and that was just when she started moving down on top of him. The large head spread the tiny doorway open, and even before it slipped inside the pain was there. She gasped and continued pressing down upon his penis, feeling as the mushroom-shaped tip forced her tight canal open further, accompanied by another jolt of pain.
But when her body reluctantly yielded and his tip passed into her pussy, it was worth the initial discomfort. Her flowing wetness bathed their flesh in slippery warmth and his penis slowly moved inside, slightly deeper. She groaned aloud in sheer pleasure as her pussy devoured more of his length. His hands reached up and cupped her perky breasts, fondling the supple mounds and playfully rubbing on the hardened nipples.
"I can't let you leave," Ginger breathlessly revealed in amazed wonder. "You've spoiled me. No other man will please me as much."
Greg's face lit up and he grinned in the aftermath of the compliment. He wondered why Catherine couldn't see what a great guy he was, and why she always shut down his flirtatious comments and advances. Maybe Catherine would come around sooner or later.
"If you could get the new Trace Analyzer Model 3500 Series C into my hands I would never leave you," he offered.
The mere thought of the new technology made his large penis harder still. Ginger felt him growing in size and cried out in painful delight. Her bucking body writhed and shuddered as he filled her juicy cavity. She was still working him deeper into the canal, and finally felt his balls pressing against her pussy lips. If he was any larger she wasn't sure she could handle all of him, but right now it was heaven on earth; a perfect match.
"Oh baby," she moaned as her body rocked up and down at a faster pace. ""Oh, you feel so good inside me."
She leaned down and placed her hands palms down on the bed and dangled her breasts above his face. Greg raised his head and sucked on an offered nipple as his hands fondled the luscious swells of supple flesh. His hips thrust upwards as she moved up and down on top of his crotch, moving his penis almost completely in and out of her quivering canal. The walls formed around his shaft like a second skin, and pulsated excitedly upon him.
He could tell by the sudden change in the frequency of her moaning that Ginger was close. His hands squeezed her globes of flesh harder and he dragged his teeth up and down the nipple in his mouth, scraping against the rubbery nub. He pumped up into her harder, as deeply as his penis could reach, and her body tensed.
Ginger was a screamer, and when she climaxed very few people on the third floor of the east wing of the hotel missed her proclamation. Her petite body twitched and jerked in wild, uncontrollable spasms of ecstasy. A flood of nectar oozed from her belly in powerful sexual release. Her canal tightly grasped and throbbed around his cock, and Greg's semen quickly rose to the occasion.
Just as her orgasm was finishing up, he climaxed. His body jerked and he grunted in pleasure as his twitching penis ejaculated thick wads of milky seed deeply into her womb. Two final thrusts completed the act, and once his balls were drained Ginger sat up and rolled off of him.
"You wear me out," she whispered in a giddy tone.
"That was just a quickie to keep you interested," Greg told her. "This evening I'm going to wear you out. You'll be begging for me to stop."
"Oh, I like the way you're talking," Ginger decided as a sexy naughty-girl grin formed on her succulent glistening lips.
"We better order room service. You'll need your strength."
"Order for us both," she instructed. "I have an appetizer waiting."
Her eyes were drawn to the semi-erect penis between his legs that glistened with a combination of her wetness and his dripping semen. Her mouth opened, and it hungrily devoured him again.
* * * * *
Grissom walked into the medical examiner's office after he returned from the crime scene. He had found an abandoned white Nissan Maxima two miles north from where the body was recovered, and arranged for its removal to the lab.
"Well, nothing surprising," Dr. Robbins announced as Grissom appeared. "The cause of death is blunt force trauma to the head. There are severe striations on the front of the skull so you shouldn't have any difficulty recovering the tissue from the murder weapon."
"Once we find it," he added. "We were lucky to have a witness on the scene that made a positive ID of the vehicle. The prints are in latent as we speak so we should have an ID on the body pretty soon as well."
Grissom left and walked down to the garage. The disabled vehicle was being moved off the truck as Nick supervised. They acknowledged one another with a slight smile.
"I couldn't see very much at the scene, but it looked like a transmission failure based on the fluid loss I observed," Grissom offered.
"I'll check there first," Nick replied. "Warrick said he'd take the inside."
Grissom left the garage and walked towards his office. Catherine intercepted him in the hallway.
"Latent got a match on the prints. The vic is none other than Wally Gibson."
The name was hauntingly familiar and it dredged up bad memories. It was a messy case. Wally was accused of brutally killing a man and wife in a botched home robbery. It should have been an open and shut case. But the scene was contaminated and the forensics was brought into question. He got off. CSI blamed the uniformed officers, they blamed CSI, and at the end of the day CSI bore the brunt of the heat. It had been an ugly, ugly day.
Lizzy's astute observation 'Get a list of people he's recently pissed off and I'm sure the driver will be pretty high up there' came to mind.
"I'll work up a list of possible suspects," Catherine volunteered. "That'll give us a starting point."
Grissom acknowledged and returned to his office. They needed to find that truck. He knew that a dozen miles north of the crime scene was Indian Springs and the Desert National Wildlife Range. He couldn't think of a better place to stash a vehicle.
Sara poked her head in. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Yes," Grissom replied, deep in thought. "Get this vehicle description to the state police and the park rangers up at the Desert National Wildlife Range. I think our suspect vehicle may be out there somewhere."
She entered his office and retrieved the color web page that Lizzy had conveniently provided. Grissom looked up at Sara, and she hesitated.
"You were late for your shift today," he mentioned. "Is there anything I need to know about?"
"Sorry," she apologized. "I was with somebody and lost track of time."
"Don't let him become a distraction," Grissom suggested. "I heard whispers of funding being made available for the new position that was cancelled last year. I'd like to give you fair consideration."
"I was late," Sara repeated. "I'm not distracted. I can keep my personal and professional lives separate."
"Let's hope that you do."
* * * * *
Nick approached the open door of the car where Warrick was checking for trace evidence. He looked like he needed to say something private so Warrick sat up and acknowledged him.
"Do you ever wonder if Grissom has nailed Sara?"
"It's crossed my mind a couple times but I don't lose any sleep over it," Warrick admitted. "Why, what's your take on it?"
Nick shrugged his shoulders. "Not sure. Every once in a while I catch them talking in private and looking very cozy together, and then other times he seems angry with her. I can't put my finger on it, but there have been a few times when the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife."
"Look, keep this to yourself, okay?"
"What?" Nick asked.
"This information is a couple months old, so keep that in mind. But I came back from a case after everybody else cleared out and I could smell sex lingering in the air in a lab room. I was curious so I collected the trace evidence. There was definitely pubic hair and DNA on the table and floor," Warrick revealed.
"No shit!" Nick exclaimed with all the excitement of a reporter getting the scoop on the story of the century. "Who was it?"
"Never ran it," Warrick revealed. "I have it stashed in a very safe place. I'm almost afraid to run it. And if I ever do, it sure won't be here."
"Sara and Grissom, I'd bet a paycheck on it," Nick guessed with smug confidence.
"Could be Greg and Catherine, he's been hot on her ever since he arrived," Warrick suggested. "And he doesn't keep his feelings for her hidden."
A doubtful expression appeared on Nick's face. "Greg would happily nail her in a New York minute, but Catherine's a classy woman and I just don't see her stooping to his level. Anything's possible, but that would definitely be a long shot."
"Maybe Doc Robbins got lucky," Warrick joked. "Sara goes for the older guys. I could see that happening."
Nick laughed as the image formed in his mind. "He's a pretty quiet guy. They're the ones that turn out to be kinky. I could see him tying Sara to the table and giving her a good long ride."
Warrick enjoyed Nick's reaction to the news and their playful banter. He decided to make things more interesting and he exaggerated the truth. "There were three types of hair present."
Nick flinched in surprise. His face showed the shock he felt and stared Warrick down, waiting for him to laugh and reveal it as a lie. When Warrick kept nodding his head up and down reassuringly, Nick's mind raced with the possibilities.
"There was a threesome in the evidence lab," Nick repeated as he tried to grasp onto that thought.
"Three sets of hair and lots of DNA," Warrick said as he fueled Nick's imagination. "We're talking puddles of it. Somebody was a real gusher."
Nick shuddered in excitement and a wide grin appeared on his face. "Oh, I can see Sara as a creamer. I'd like to ball her and find out for sure."
Warrick nodded his head from side to side. "She'd never go for you. She's hit on me more than once. If she had to choose one of us, it'd be me."
"Bullshit!" Nick protested. "I've seen her looking, too."
"Well, we're never going to find out because that's not going to happen," Warrick announced.
"Not with her, but why don't we hit a club this weekend and see who gets the girl," Nick suggested. "We both find a hottie we like, and then we take turns hitting on her and seeing who gets the furthest. Is it a bet?"
The look Warrick gave Nick was unmistakable. They all knew of Warrick's gambling addiction that had caused a lot of problems and nearly ended his career.
"Not money," Nick clarified. "The loser has to publicly ask Sara for a date, in the presence of the winner."
"Why wouldn't the winner be asking?" Warrick wondered.
"Because there's no way she'd say yes and it would be a humiliating defeat," Nick explained.
"Okay," Warrick agreed. "Saturday night. We'll meet at the Greek Gardens."
The wager had been placed.
* * * * *
Grissom crossed paths with Sara in the hallway. Her lips formed into a wide grin when she saw him, and he suspected her efforts had been successful.
"You found the vehicle?" he asked hopefully.
"Better than that," she replied. "I found the vehicle, I found the driver, and I have a faxed copy of his statement and the Indian Springs police report from his arrest."
She handed him a copy of the paperwork.
"He claims he hit a deer and that was why he didn't stop," Sara summarized the information. "The police pulled him over for running a red light inside the city limits and detected a strong odor of alcohol. A field sobriety test proved their suspicion that he was driving under the influence. The police report indicated there is visible damage to the front left hood and bumper, as well as a large dent on the front passenger door."
"Let's see where the evidence takes us," he suggested. "What's the suspect's name?"
"Daniel Andover."
"Daniel Andover?" Catherine asked in a surprised tone as she joined her colleagues' hallway meeting. "He's at the top of my list of suspects. He was a close family friend of the Carver couple that Wally is suspected of having murdered."
"So Daniel just happens to be driving drunk, a deer conveniently runs across the road and distracts him, Wally just happens to be walking down the highway after his car breaks down...I'd say that's an awfully suspicious set of circumstances," Grissom decided. "I don't like it one bit."
"Unless we can prove Wally's car was tampered with, or that Daniel was lying about the deer, all we have is our suspicions," Catherine responded. "And he gets, what, a suspended license for a year and maybe twice that for manslaughter two?"
"If that," Sara added. "So where do we go from here?"
Grissom glanced at the watch on his left wrist. The shift was almost finished. He considered his options.
"Let's secure any evidence we do have for the time being," Grissom instructed. "I might take a drive up north and talk to the witness again and see if she remembers anything about a deer. When our shift resumes this evening I'll have you two drive up to Indian Springs and process the suspect and his vehicle. That'll give time for Nick and Warrick to finish with the vic's car in case they're not done yet."
* * * * *
Grissom, as usual, was the last to leave. He squinted as the sun bore down on him as soon as he vacated the lab premises. Once in his Chevy Tahoe SUV he guided it north, towards Indian Springs. The traffic was relatively light since rush hour traffic had since dissipated.
Once he arrived at the location where the body was found, he parked on the shoulder of the road and located Lizzy's approximate position from her report. He mentally reviewed her statement and compared it with the terrain. In his mind it checked out. If there had been a deer, she should have seen some signs of it.
"Don't you ever sleep?" her sweet voice sounded behind him.
"Not much," he confessed. "I find it difficult during an on-going investigation, and it always seems like there's at least one in that stage."
"You didn't stop by last night."
"It was very late and the house was dark, so I assumed you were sleeping," Grissom explained, although he never had any intention of returning. There was too much to be done at the lab before the shift was complete.
"I wouldn't have cared," she assured him.
Lizzy didn't like talking to his back. He was busy surveying the scene so she approached and stepped into his peripheral vision. When she did, Grissom glanced over in mild surprise. She was dressed in thin white silk bottoms and a matching half-top with spaghetti straps. She had worn the sexy attire to bed the previous night hoping he would show. His eyes were drawn to her, and as she looked off into the distance he admired her supple body.
The top clung to her breasts and nipples, emphasizing them even more. A narrow strip of her lower belly was left exposed and Grissom could see a gold belly button ring sparkling in the morning sun. For some unknown reason that ring captivated his attention. He looked longer than necessary as he found himself unable to look away.
"We found the driver of the truck," he reported. "In his statement he claimed that he struck a deer and swerved to avoid it. When he hit the victim, he assumed it was the deer that was killed. Do you remember seeing a deer?"
And then the reality of it all suddenly struck him. He pounced at the first chance for any reason at all to drive back out here. A simple call would have gotten him the information he needed. He came out here for her. Why he found her so compelling he couldn't quite determine. It could have been their shared interest in entomology, her endearing personality traits, or her physical beauty. Or it could have been the unusual combination he found so attractive. He hadn't felt this way about anyone in an awfully long time.
"As for the deer, I don't recall seeing one. But after the shock of the whole tragedy I couldn't swear that there wasn't one," she stated, and then tempted him with an alluring smile. "Come on inside."
He saw no reason not to and followed her inside. As he admired her shapely ass swaying from side to side he remembered her comment the previous evening. She said she was very independent but would be willing to be submissive if the right guy came along. But the tone of voice she used spoke volumes. In her heart, she wanted to be dominated. She'd been alone for so long that she hungered for it, and Grissom sensed that longing need.
They climbed several steps and entered the house from the rear. Once inside he reached his right hand out and filled his hand with her soft, silky, curly dark hair. He didn't treat her roughly, but firmly, as he suspected she wanted to be treated. He wasn't wrong. There were no protestations about his handling of her. There was a hint of delightful surprise in her gasping voice.
He walked her over to a couch, where he settled into a comfortable sitting position and pulled Lizzy down to her knees before him. "Show me what you can do with your mouth."
There was no hesitation. A slight smile briefly appeared on her face as she realized she'd successfully gotten what she wanted, but to keep the role-playing going she acted obedient and uncharacteristically unhappy about her submissive position. Lizzy settled down between his legs and nervously tugged the zipper of his pants down its track and unsnapped the fastener. She swallowed hard as she realized a dream had come true.
Her fingers gently tugged the front of his underpants down and revealed soft curls of dark hair before his erect penis popped out into the open. She gazed at the large, smooth purplish-pink head supported by an impressive shaft. Her mouth watered in anticipation. Lizzy loved the taste of a hard man, and she'd been denied the pleasure for several months. Before she selfishly gorged herself on his manhood, she glanced up and flashed him the sexiest look she could muster. It must have worked, because she saw his erection as it twitched and grew larger still.
Her mouth moved forward and she rubbed the moist tip back and for the over her soft, full lips. After a few seconds her lips parted and she pushed the bulbous head and a generous portion of his shaft inside of her hot, wet mouth. Lizzy's darting tongue skillfully teased the head, the very tip of her tongue pressing against the tiny slit that oozed a precious drop of salty semen which she eagerly sampled with the intensity of a wine connoisseur and swallowed.
As she demonstrated a prowess that was surprising for her age, Grissom leaned back and sighed in contentment as his eyes fluttered and closed. The stress and tension melted away as the fingers of both hands sifted through her silky hair and massaged the top of her head. The open cases that were usually at the front of his mind were displaced by tingling pleasure that rippled through his entire body, and suddenly seemed so unimportant.
His hair-covered balls grew heavy with seed and dangled from the base of his cock. As her incredible mouth eagerly licked and sucked on him, the stored semen slowly began to rise in its journey for release. Her head began bobbing back and forth more rapidly and her teeth and lips dragged over the surface of his shaft all the way to the rim of his head. He softly groaned in delight. Lizzy was motivated by his excitement, and was anxious to please him with all the skill she possessed.
When his body tensed and she sensed he was getting close to climax, her mouth pulled away from his erection. Her extended tongue pressed at the base of his shaft and licked a glistening path to the head, repeating several times. Once the feeling passed her mouth resumed its insistent licking and sucking, extending his pleasure.
The next time his body tensed, she didn't pull away. Instead she took him as deeply into her mouth as she could. When the pulsating tip was pressed against the back of her throat he grunted in pleasure and climaxed, ejaculating his hot seed down her throat. Lizzy continued sucking on the tip, and was rewarded as he twitched twice more and spurted two smaller loads of semen into her mouth. She relished the taste of a man again. They were each slightly different, but equally satisfying.
Her face was glowing as she looked up at him from her kneeling position. After the event was finished his eyes partially opened, and a smile was on his lips as he glanced down at her gorgeous face. He drew her up into his lap, which she eagerly straddled. His penis was spent, but not for long.
"I don't understand," he confessed in genuine confusion, for the first time voicing his compelling need for her in a way that eluded understanding.
"Don't understand, just enjoy," her sweet voice suggested.
Grissom took her words to heart. Their lips met in a passionate kiss that defied explanation but felt so natural. Their lips parted and tongues extended, meeting in a tentative embrace that quickly consumed them both with excitement. The dexterous muscles entwined and explored, anxiously tasting one another. The intimacy of the kiss spread throughout his body, and his spent penis stirred yet again. The smell of her wet pussy emanated the air, and further aroused him.
His hands grasped the silk top and pulled it off over her head, revealing the breasts he'd caught only teasing glimpses of to this point. His hands tenderly cupped and fondled the creamy firm mounds. Her nipples immediately swelled and hardened beneath his caressing fingers.
Lizzy's back arched and pressed herself harder against his hands. She groaned in delight through their passionate kissing, overwhelmed by the fire in her loins and tingling pleasure that emanated through her aroused flesh. It had been months, and she had missed the intimacy so much. Tears of relief and joy filled her eyes, but she fought them back before they spilled. Grissom was an honorable man, and seeing her crying could be misinterpreted.
After several minutes of kissing and fondling, he slowly guided her off his lap and laid her down on the couch. She looked up at him with love in her adorable green eyes and a wide smile on her lips. Grissom smiled back and winked, then turned his attention to her silk bottoms. The loose-fitting clothing easily pulled down her slender golden legs, which he carefully folded over the back of the couch over her matching top.
A pair of thin white panties was all that remained. Her thighs parted and teasingly flashed him a look at her crotch. It was stained with fresh wetness and indicated how aroused she'd become. Grissom teased back in his own way, gazing at her near-naked body but delaying in removing the only thing that kept him from seeing all of her. He knew she wanted him to, and the waiting was driving her crazy.
He blew his hot breath on her wet panty crotch, and she felt a slight teasing breeze through the wet fabric. She shuddered in tortured delight as the fire in her loins flared hotter, and a tiny squirt of nectar was added to the wetness that already coated her aching pussy. He mouth kissed and licked on her both inner thighs just inches from her crotch. Lizzy writhed and moaned loudly, and complained about the teasing.
When Lizzy impatiently reached her hands down and grasped the elastic waist band, he reached out and firmly grasped her wrists. He moved on top of her and extended her arms up and away from her body. She giggled childishly in an angelic voice that touched his heart.
"Patience is a virtue," he whispered.
"That's easily said for somebody that already climaxed," she retorted in a needy whisper of her own. "I haven't yet, and you're driving me up the wall."
"Point taken."
Grissom sat up and collected several throw pillows that were strategically positioned on the couch, and placed them beneath the small of her back. Her torso was in a raised position and made her crotch more accessible. This time he grasped the elastic waistband and gently pulled them down her quivering legs. The wet panty crotch clung to the pink flesh protectively, reluctant to release its hold. With an additional jerk the panties pulled away, and he removed them from her body altogether.
He briefly waved them in front of his face and sniffed at the air in a playful demonstration of his detective skills. "Hmm...homo-sapien; hetero-sexual, I would guess. And most certainly excited to see me."
In an act that was unnatural for him, Grissom carelessly tossed the panties aside. It was the first of many changes his relationship with her would initiate. He found the simple act strangely exhilarating.
Her thighs eagerly parted and displayed everything. His eyes looked down in admiration at the pink outer folds of flesh, rimmed by a narrow triangular patch of dark shimmering curls. It silently beckoned, and he heeded the call. Lizzy shuddered and moaned in anticipation as his mouth advanced towards her pussy.
The index finger and thumb of his left hand delicately peeled and held the folds open and revealed the pink canyon within. It glistened invitingly. The smell of her sex laced the surrounding air with an appealing sweetness. Grissom knew that every woman's scent was unique, but all of them stirred his penis every bit as effectively.
His extended tongue tip lightly flicked over her swollen clitoris. Her body reacted immediately; Lizzy groaned aloud as she twitched in sheer delight. His right hand moved up and the middle finger pressed at the opening of her canal and applied increasing pressure against the doorway. As his tongue continued teasing her hooded nub, oozing wetness coated the tip of his finger and the muscle yielded and permitted entry.
Her body tensed in momentary discomfort as the finger worked its way inside, but once in and fully lubricated with her essence Lizzy settled back and enjoyed the loving attention he eagerly provided. She sighed in contentment much the same as Grissom had earlier, as all the stress and tension drained away and left her immersed in a deeply relaxed state.
She savored the tingling warmth that rippled through her flesh and the brief jolts of excessive pleasure when his lips or tongue chanced upon one of several overly sensitive spots. It was excessive almost to the point of pain, but the fleeting sensations left her in a heightened state that multiplied the excitement. Soon a steady flow of nectar was produced and the finger that fucked her pussy was now accompanied by an insistent squishing noise.
Lizzy's passion quickly mounted. She groaned aloud as her naked form writhed in spasms of intense delight. Grissom sensed the change and slipped a second finger into her tight pussy. It took a few seconds but the opening yielded and both pushed quickly in and out of her canal. Her hips gyrated in rhythm, increasing the waves of pleasure that slowly pushed her closer to release.
She raised her hands to her breasts. Her thumbs and fingers pinched and twisted on both hardened nipples. It wasn't long before the combination of delightful sensations drove her to the peak. Her body momentarily went rigid as the peak was reached, and then erupted in powerful spasms as she writhed and shuddered uncontrollably all the way down. She moaned loudly in shameless ecstasy as her body enjoyed what had been denied for too long.
Only orgasm lasted several seconds and the dissipated. Grissom sat up and reached his hands beneath her body. He stood up holding her and barely made it to the bedroom without falling. His loosened slacks almost fell to his ankles and tripped him in the process.
Once he placed her on the mattress he slipped out of his own clothes. Despite the compelling temptation to fold or hang them up, he instead dropped them to the floor in a disorderly heap and joined her on the bed.
Lizzy turned onto her left side facing away from him and curled up, with her left leg extended down and her right leg bent at the knee. He followed her lead and spooned her from behind. She anxiously reached a hand down and gently stroked his fully erect penis, and then guided it towards her pussy. Grissom shifted slightly and pushed the tip of his cock between the juicy outer folds. She moved and pressed it against the doorway to her body and soul.
His arms embraced her, hands tenderly cupping and caressing the warm mounds of firm flesh and erect nubs. His hips thrust upwards into her reclined form, the head of his penis popping inside of the well-lubricated canal. All the foreplay had her pussy more than ready, and he slid deeply into her belly with painless delight. The walls of her canal tightened around his penetrating mass, offering resistance that stimulated them both.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves of trees that flanked the modest clapboard house and into the room. Their eyes closed and blocked the light, concentrating on the wonderful sensations of delight that their coupling generated. Grissom slowly thrust deeply into her, and she writhed against his body and seeped with wetness.
He enjoyed the supple softness of her naturally firm mounds, and he lovingly fondled the creamy flesh and throbbing nipples. All the while he lovingly pushed his steel-hard penis into the snug, juicy canal. He filled her with his full length. Lizzy reached a hand down between her legs and a finger lightly rubbed on her clitoris, increasing her pleasure. He knew her fingers were there, and that motivated him to plunge deeper and harder inside.
After several minutes elapsed Lizzy was on the verge of climax. She twitched and shuddered in wondrous delight and softly groaned as tingling warmth rippled through her flesh. Grissom did his part and fucked her harder, plunging fully into her canal. The finger on her clit rubbed faster, and his hands squeezed on her breasts and nipples more insistently. The breath momentarily caught in her throat, and then she breathed in heavily as she embraced the wonder of sexual release.
Tears again rimmed her eyes and threatened to flow, and this time she couldn't hold them back. They streaked down her face and dripped onto the bedding beneath. She panted breathlessly once the pleasure peaked and dissipated, and she was both physically and emotionally fatigued. He maintained a harder and faster rhythm now, and Lizzy's lithe form rocked forward and back as her hips gyrated.
Grissom felt his semen rising, and he thrust himself fully into her. Lizzy's walls wrapped tightly around his length and he grunted in delight as his seed completed its journey. He twitched and jerked in pleasure as his round head spurted the contents of his balls into her womb. Three final thrusts finished their passionate embrace, and their combined wetness seeped from her.
He remained inside of her as they silently rested. The sound of their heavy breathing was the only thing that could be heard. When he was soft Grissom backed out of her but kept her wrapped in his strong arms. No words were necessary. The act demonstrated their unlikely attraction for one another. And then sleep came.
Grissom was awakened by the sound of his cell phone. It squawked in imitation of the Pallid Harrier, a rarely observed bird of prey. Upon waking he was initially confused, and then he remembered where he was and why he was sleeping curled up with a young woman. He glanced around in an effort to locate the phone, and then found it on the floor beside the bed in a pocket. He admonished himself for the disorganization that assaulted him.
"Grissom," he said sleepily.
Lizzy stirred, rolled over towards him, and propped herself up on one elbow. She was naked but she made no effort to conceal any part of herself. She felt wonderfully at ease with him, unlike some of the other men she'd been with.
"On my way." He ended the call, glanced in her direction, and smiled warmly. "I have to go."
"I know," Lizzy responded. She was hesitant to say anything else because she didn't know what their intimacy indicated, or where it was heading.
She watched as he quickly dressed. She was curious but knew not to ask anything. If he wanted her to know something it would be offered.
"I'm not sure I'll be back," he finally revealed before leaving. "I don't regret what happened but I'm not sure that I'm the best choice for you."
"You don't have to explain," Lizzy assured him. "I don't regret anything either. Besides, I told you from the start I had every intention of seducing you. I would love for you to come back, but I'll understand if you don't."
He was at a loss for words. He hated leaving with lingering questions, but he didn't know what was appropriate. He wasn't sure how he felt and knew that it would take time to sort things out in his mind.
"If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; if not, why then this parting was well made," he quoted William Shakespeare.
She also enjoyed Shakespeare. "I'll be as patient as a gentle stream."
* * * * *
Catherine drove, and Sara was content to ride and enjoy the passing scenery as they headed north out of the city towards Indian Springs.
"When we're working cases together it's hard not to gossip," Sara admitted. "Do you ever wonder what Nick and Warrick talk about when they're alone?"
"With those two, it will probably be something sexual in nature," Catherine replied.
They both laughed.
"Which one would you bed, if you had to pick one?" Catherine posed the question. "Really, Nick or Warrick? Which one's your type?"
"That's a tough one. Sometimes Nick can get smug, and I find that irritating. But Warrick has ways of pushing the wrong buttons as well," Sara confessed. "They both have their strong points. But if I had to take one, and this goes no further than your ears, I'd probably lean towards Nick."
"Good," Catherine responded with a warm smile on her lips. "Because I'd take Warrick. So we'd both be happy."
"What about the others?" Sara challenged. "If you could exchange Warrick for what's behind door number three, who'd be behind the door?"
Catherine gave the question considerable thought. "I'd stick with Warrick. What about you?"
Sara knew who she'd take, and it wouldn't be Nick. It'd be the man she kept dreaming of, and waking up with wet afterwards. It'd be the man that took her on the evidence table in the lab, the man that was her mentor. And neither of those was Nick. But this was just two women gossiping to kill time, and nothing more.
"Yeah, I'll stay with Nick," Sara said in a lighthearted voice as she betrayed her true feelings. "At least until he pisses me off."
"Doc Robbins is about the only guy at CSI that I haven't heard much about. He's very quiet and doesn't share much of her personal life with anybody," Catherine shared her observation. "I wonder what he's like in bed. I'm curious, but not enough to do any personal research, if you know what I mean."
In Sara's mind Doc Robbins had a lot in common with Grissom. He came in a close second as far as she was concerned. She wasn't sure why she found herself attracted to the older men. Perhaps it was their maturity.
"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean." But in Sara's mind, she would be willing to perform that personal research if the opportunity ever arose.
"Welcome to Indian Springs," Catherine announced.
* * * * *
"The transmission seal was dried out and cracked in several places, which accounted for the fluid loss and resulting failure," Nick reported. Warrick shook his head in agreement.
"The suspect's truck had hair and tissue from the vic on the left front grill and bumper," Catherine said. "But Sara examined the left passenger door and there was hair and tissue consistent with a deer."
"So our suspect Daniel hits a bar and gets loaded, and for no particular reason decides to take a long drive north of the city to Indian Springs," Grissom summarized. "Somewhere along the same time Wally heads north for reasons we can't determine, and experiences a transmission failure. And in some strange freak accident a deer runs out in front of the suspect's truck, and he swerves to avoid it. After the deer hits the passenger door he swerves further left and accidentally kills the man that murdered close family friends."
They looked at one another and shrugged their shoulders.
"That's where the evidence takes us," Catherine said.
Grissom could only say "Truth is indeed stranger than fiction."