The Honey Trap
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Category:
CSI › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,152
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own CSI, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Honey Trap
Sara stood before the door of his townhouse. She could hear the sound of Classical music wafting out from the room. She hesitated as she took in her current appearance.
Sara drew in a breath as she walked into Lingerie Palace.
“I need an appropriate outfit for seducing a man.” Sara said with a gleam in her eyes.
“Seducing a man, egh?”
“Yup, I want him to never forget it.”
“I have the perfect outfit for you.”
Sara’s eyes lit up as she took in the various outfits within the store.
“You are what, a size two, three?”
“Three. Yes.”
“Alright, go try this on and see if it is what you are looking for.”
Sara took the outfit and walked into the dressing room. She looked at it and wondered if she should wear this. It was a black strapless bustier with pink detail. The bustier laced up the front with delicate ribbon and it has garters attached to it. It had a small black lace thong with the same pink detail to match it as well as black stockings.
Sara quickly disrobed and climbed into the outfit.
“How does it fit?”
“Um…Err…”
“DO you need a hand?”
“Yes.” Sara admitted slightly embarrassed.
“Don’t worry about it.” The woman said as she pulled it tight to encase Sara into it. “It happens to the best of us.”
Sara smiled as the sales lady pulled it tighter.
“So what do you think?”
Sara looked down at the current outfit and grinned. “I will take it.” Sara said turning around in the mirror. “I don’t have to take it off, do I?”
“Nope, I just need the tags.”
“Good, I don’t think I could get back into it if I did take it off.”
Sara put her clothes back on over the outfit and followed the sales lady up to the counter.
“I think if you want to convey the look you want to convey, and I know you do, I can see it in your eyes, I suggest that you purchase a pair of stilettos, also in black and a trench coat.”
“Really?” Sara was interested in what the woman had to say.
“Yes, you will certainly get his attention if you show up in a trench coat and stilettos; it will leave him wondering what is under it. He will go ballistic once he sees what is under it.”
“Thank You.” Sara said as she collected her things.
“Listen girl, I have been there. I wish you the best of luck.”
Sara left the store to find a pair of stilettos and a trench coat.
She took in a breath as she pushed on the doorbell. Her heart sank as the sweet chime could be heard over the classical music. She heard the door lock turn and she took a step back.
“Sara.” Grissom said, as he looked her up and down. “What can I do for you?”
“Can I come in?”
He stepped aside and walked in to the house. “Let me turn the music down.” He said walking to the stereo. Where did she come from? Why is she dressed up? Why is she here?
He walked back to join her in the living room. Oh my God, look at those legs. They go on forever, what is under that coat?
“Can I take your coat?” He said as he ushered her to sit beside him.
“Not yet.” I don’t think you are ready quite yet.
“SO what can I do for you?”
“Well…um…er…”
“Sara.”
“Just give me a minute Griss, I’m collecting myself.” How am I going to do this without scaring him to death? You know what? Fuck it, he can take it or leave it.
Sara stood up and dropped the trench coat off her body and placed it on the chair beside the couch. Grissom’s jaw dropped and he was speechless.
“You like?” She said sheepishly.
“L….L…Like doesn’t explain what I’m feeling right now.”
Sara smiled; her plan was turning out to be successful so far.
“So…why did you come here again?” He said trying to change the subject.
“Grissom…How long have we known each other?”
Ok, think happy thoughts, thoughts not of Sara in this suit…”Let me see, somewhere in the vicinity of ten years.”
“Exactly.”
“What are you getting at?”
“You can’t tell me that you don’t have feelings for me, Grissom.”
“Er…I..Um.”
“Grissom, please be honest with me.”
“Sara, I can’t deny that I have feelings for you, but…”
“But what?”
“IT has been so long…Grissom I am sick of it.”
“What are you saying?”
“Either you admit your feelings for me and we try this or you won’t have to worry about it?”
“What do you mean?”
“I came over here dressed like this to get your attention. It worked, I can see it worked.” She looked down at his growing arousal. “You can’t deny it Grissom, so why try it.”
“Its…just...Sara.”
“What Grissom?”
“What about work?”
“Fuck work! Either you make a decision to do this or I am Leaving Las Vegas.”
“Leaving?”
“Yes, leaving. I can’t stand this anymore.”
“Sara, I…”
Sara leaned in and pressed her lips against his and lightly kissed him.
“Let’s try this, please.”
“What if…”
“We will burn that bridge when we get there, please Griss.”
He stood up and took her hand. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“More than anything.”
He led her to the bedroom.
Quickly she disrobed him and he stood before her. He felt like he was a teenager and this was his first time. He was so nervous. What if I can’t do this? What if I can’t please her? What if I am not what she expected?
Sara began to remove the clothes she had on. He placed his hands on her. “Let me.”
She obliged and stood there as he carefully removed the snug fitting garment encasing her breasts.
“SO beautiful.” He purred as he looked at her. “Lay down on the bed.”
She lay on the bed and propped herself up on a few pillows. She smiled as his hands were on her body.
He slowly rolled the stockings down her legs. Sara could not believe how incredibly erotic something so simple was.
Reaching for her panties he was shocked at how wet she was. “For me?” He asked.
Sara nodded as she choked back a moan. “For you.”
He slowly kissed her legs tracing a path to her inner thighs. She parted her legs for him as he approached her core.
“Umm, so beautiful, Sara, such a feast for me.”
Sara wriggled as his beard tickled her inner thighs.
His tongue grazed her hot nub within the folds and she bucked her hips.
“You like that?”
Sara couldn’t talk, she was breathing heavy. He knew she liked this.
He dove in harder with more force.
Sara grasped the bed sheets between her hands and wriggled madly on the bed.
“Grissom…god…Oh Griss.”
He traced a trail of kisses up to her lips.
“That was…that was…” She was still breathless.
He took in a deep breath and smiled.
Sara pulled herself up and started kissing his chest.
“Sara.”
“Griss let me.”
He leaned back on the bed. Sara kissed her way down his chest to his belly button and licked it lightly.
“That tickles.” He groaned.
“Want me to stop?”
“NO.” He huffed. “Don’t stop.”
She placed soft warm kisses on his inner thighs as she slowly massaged his engorged member. His hands were in her hair massaging lightly.
She licked the pre cum off the head before taking it in her mouth. His hips bucked as she worked her mouth around it flicking the top with her tongue. Her free hand caressed his balls as she sucked and licked him until he screamed.
“Sara, oh Sara.”
She smiled as she lowered herself onto his still erect member.
He groaned.
She bobbed up and down first slow then fast, increasing the pace and then slowing down. Grissom groaned and moaned as she did so.
His hands went to massage her breasts. He wanted to touch her. His hand reached lower and caressed her clit. Sara screamed as she collapsed upon his chest.
“Wow.” Was all they both could say?
Sara drew in a breath as she walked into Lingerie Palace.
“I need an appropriate outfit for seducing a man.” Sara said with a gleam in her eyes.
“Seducing a man, egh?”
“Yup, I want him to never forget it.”
“I have the perfect outfit for you.”
Sara’s eyes lit up as she took in the various outfits within the store.
“You are what, a size two, three?”
“Three. Yes.”
“Alright, go try this on and see if it is what you are looking for.”
Sara took the outfit and walked into the dressing room. She looked at it and wondered if she should wear this. It was a black strapless bustier with pink detail. The bustier laced up the front with delicate ribbon and it has garters attached to it. It had a small black lace thong with the same pink detail to match it as well as black stockings.
Sara quickly disrobed and climbed into the outfit.
“How does it fit?”
“Um…Err…”
“DO you need a hand?”
“Yes.” Sara admitted slightly embarrassed.
“Don’t worry about it.” The woman said as she pulled it tight to encase Sara into it. “It happens to the best of us.”
Sara smiled as the sales lady pulled it tighter.
“So what do you think?”
Sara looked down at the current outfit and grinned. “I will take it.” Sara said turning around in the mirror. “I don’t have to take it off, do I?”
“Nope, I just need the tags.”
“Good, I don’t think I could get back into it if I did take it off.”
Sara put her clothes back on over the outfit and followed the sales lady up to the counter.
“I think if you want to convey the look you want to convey, and I know you do, I can see it in your eyes, I suggest that you purchase a pair of stilettos, also in black and a trench coat.”
“Really?” Sara was interested in what the woman had to say.
“Yes, you will certainly get his attention if you show up in a trench coat and stilettos; it will leave him wondering what is under it. He will go ballistic once he sees what is under it.”
“Thank You.” Sara said as she collected her things.
“Listen girl, I have been there. I wish you the best of luck.”
Sara left the store to find a pair of stilettos and a trench coat.
She took in a breath as she pushed on the doorbell. Her heart sank as the sweet chime could be heard over the classical music. She heard the door lock turn and she took a step back.
“Sara.” Grissom said, as he looked her up and down. “What can I do for you?”
“Can I come in?”
He stepped aside and walked in to the house. “Let me turn the music down.” He said walking to the stereo. Where did she come from? Why is she dressed up? Why is she here?
He walked back to join her in the living room. Oh my God, look at those legs. They go on forever, what is under that coat?
“Can I take your coat?” He said as he ushered her to sit beside him.
“Not yet.” I don’t think you are ready quite yet.
“SO what can I do for you?”
“Well…um…er…”
“Sara.”
“Just give me a minute Griss, I’m collecting myself.” How am I going to do this without scaring him to death? You know what? Fuck it, he can take it or leave it.
Sara stood up and dropped the trench coat off her body and placed it on the chair beside the couch. Grissom’s jaw dropped and he was speechless.
“You like?” She said sheepishly.
“L….L…Like doesn’t explain what I’m feeling right now.”
Sara smiled; her plan was turning out to be successful so far.
“So…why did you come here again?” He said trying to change the subject.
“Grissom…How long have we known each other?”
Ok, think happy thoughts, thoughts not of Sara in this suit…”Let me see, somewhere in the vicinity of ten years.”
“Exactly.”
“What are you getting at?”
“You can’t tell me that you don’t have feelings for me, Grissom.”
“Er…I..Um.”
“Grissom, please be honest with me.”
“Sara, I can’t deny that I have feelings for you, but…”
“But what?”
“IT has been so long…Grissom I am sick of it.”
“What are you saying?”
“Either you admit your feelings for me and we try this or you won’t have to worry about it?”
“What do you mean?”
“I came over here dressed like this to get your attention. It worked, I can see it worked.” She looked down at his growing arousal. “You can’t deny it Grissom, so why try it.”
“Its…just...Sara.”
“What Grissom?”
“What about work?”
“Fuck work! Either you make a decision to do this or I am Leaving Las Vegas.”
“Leaving?”
“Yes, leaving. I can’t stand this anymore.”
“Sara, I…”
Sara leaned in and pressed her lips against his and lightly kissed him.
“Let’s try this, please.”
“What if…”
“We will burn that bridge when we get there, please Griss.”
He stood up and took her hand. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“More than anything.”
He led her to the bedroom.
Quickly she disrobed him and he stood before her. He felt like he was a teenager and this was his first time. He was so nervous. What if I can’t do this? What if I can’t please her? What if I am not what she expected?
Sara began to remove the clothes she had on. He placed his hands on her. “Let me.”
She obliged and stood there as he carefully removed the snug fitting garment encasing her breasts.
“SO beautiful.” He purred as he looked at her. “Lay down on the bed.”
She lay on the bed and propped herself up on a few pillows. She smiled as his hands were on her body.
He slowly rolled the stockings down her legs. Sara could not believe how incredibly erotic something so simple was.
Reaching for her panties he was shocked at how wet she was. “For me?” He asked.
Sara nodded as she choked back a moan. “For you.”
He slowly kissed her legs tracing a path to her inner thighs. She parted her legs for him as he approached her core.
“Umm, so beautiful, Sara, such a feast for me.”
Sara wriggled as his beard tickled her inner thighs.
His tongue grazed her hot nub within the folds and she bucked her hips.
“You like that?”
Sara couldn’t talk, she was breathing heavy. He knew she liked this.
He dove in harder with more force.
Sara grasped the bed sheets between her hands and wriggled madly on the bed.
“Grissom…god…Oh Griss.”
He traced a trail of kisses up to her lips.
“That was…that was…” She was still breathless.
He took in a deep breath and smiled.
Sara pulled herself up and started kissing his chest.
“Sara.”
“Griss let me.”
He leaned back on the bed. Sara kissed her way down his chest to his belly button and licked it lightly.
“That tickles.” He groaned.
“Want me to stop?”
“NO.” He huffed. “Don’t stop.”
She placed soft warm kisses on his inner thighs as she slowly massaged his engorged member. His hands were in her hair massaging lightly.
She licked the pre cum off the head before taking it in her mouth. His hips bucked as she worked her mouth around it flicking the top with her tongue. Her free hand caressed his balls as she sucked and licked him until he screamed.
“Sara, oh Sara.”
She smiled as she lowered herself onto his still erect member.
He groaned.
She bobbed up and down first slow then fast, increasing the pace and then slowing down. Grissom groaned and moaned as she did so.
His hands went to massage her breasts. He wanted to touch her. His hand reached lower and caressed her clit. Sara screamed as she collapsed upon his chest.
“Wow.” Was all they both could say?