Unbelievably Unbearable

Chapter 4

As Sara's hands began to work on the tense muscles in Grissom's back,
he tried to relax. He wasn't having much success. She was straddling
his rear end and he could feel the heat of her center pressing into him.
He couldn't help but wonder how hot she would feel without the barrier of
those jeans and black panties. The flimsy panties he had gotten an
earlier glimpse of came as quite a surprise to Grissom. He expected
something ultra sleek and sexy where Catherine was concerned but he
had pegged Sara for somthing more sensible like cotton. Grissom loved
women's undergarments. He often went into Victoria's Secret and just
browsed through the silky offerings. Women's panties reminded him
of the pretty things in life. It was something that he often needed to
be reminded of.
"Feeling better?" Sara asked as she heard an "ummmm" sound coming from
Grissom.
He answered in the affirmative but it would have been more truthful for
him to admit that the moaning had been a reflex to the image of her
in her undies.
"Would you like me to return the favor?"
"No thanks, I am more into been tickled than massaged."
Grissom was intrigued. Deep down he had harbored Dominant/submissive
fantasies. He supposed that was what had drawn him to Heather. He
knew that he had never loved Heather, but his curiosty had been
piqued by her lifestyle. A base instinct inside him had wanted to
conquer her. But ultimately she remained unconquered.
He had to dig deeper into Sara's tickling fetish.
"What do you mean by tickling, Sara?"
"I didn't mean someone grinding their fingers into my armpits or
ribs. I meant, ya know, I like softer touches, like someone laying
me down and running their fingers slowly over my body."
"What about feathers?"
"Feathers?"
"Yeah, do you like being tickled with feathers?"
"I don't know, no one has ever tickled me with a feather."
"So, your tickling is it just for relaxation or do you derive
sexual pleasure from it?"
"Grissom, it's not like it is something I've done a lot or
anything but, I used to have this boyfriend in college..."
"Ken Fuller," Grissom interrupted.
"No, Grissom Ken Fuller was not the only guy I dated in college,
I mean it was four years."
"Yeah, but you've been in Vegas now for five years and you've only
dated Hank," Grissom stated matter of factly.
"Don't be so sure about that."
"What does that mean?"
"It means you only know about Hank and the only reason you know about
Hank is because the people at work knew Hank and it was bound to come
out."
"So, there have been others?" Grissom wasn't sure if it came out
as a question or an accusation. He wasn't sure he even cared if
it did sound like an accusation. After all this is the same woman
who had earlier doused his lap in the middle of a crowded diner, just
because he had a casual dinner with a colleague.
"No, there hasn't been anyone else, Griss, I was trying to gauge
your reaction. But anywas back to my point. In college, I had a
boyfriend and not Ken Fuller, his name was Stanley and he used to
stroke my back with the tips of his fingers from my the top of my
spine to my ass and up and down my sides before we had sex. And yes,
I suppose it is good foreplay. It relaxes my muscles and gets me wet.
Is that what you wanted to know.?"
"Actually, yes, you have sufficiently answered my question." Grissom
was thankful that he was lying on his stomach. At least that way his
hard-on had something to press against. It did alleviate the pressure
just a little.
Sara had noticed his breathing changing as she talked to him. She knew
he was aroused again. But she also knew that he was a little embarrassed.
From this mornings interlude, Sara decided that Grissom was accustomed to
being the aggressor and he wasn't quite sure what to do in this situation.
Physically, she knew his body was responding to her but she decided that
she was going to back off. Because ultimately she didn't want to leave him
feeling like he was pressured into anything. She didn't want Grissom that
way. No, she wanted him to come to her. Grissom was trapped in her livingroom
with only a blanket to conceal his hard-on and as much as her body wanted to
betray her and as much as her heart longed for him. She knew that the choice to
come to her, the choice to take what she so despartely wanted to give had to
be made with a clear mind. Otherwise she would always wonder if his dick
had propelled him into action and he would always wonder if she had taken
advantage of him.
Sara hopped up and pulled the blanket over his beefy cheeks so he was
no longer exposed. "I'm gonna go get your pants, be back in a bit."
"Well, I'm not going anywhere."