What happens in the desert...

 

 

TITLE: What happens in the desert...

AUTHOR:  NoHayRemedio aka Chauncey10

FANDOM/SHIP: CSI/GSR

RATING: M

SUMMARY: Grissom catches Sara...

DISCLAIMER:  I don't own them, but if Grissom were to be standing at my front door, he'd be MINE.

SPOILERS: Pre-canon

A/N:  Most of this story was written for the Kinky Last Author Standing Community on LJ, December 2010, but I worked it over a bit and added and subtracted a few things.

WARNING:  Explict: Water Sports, Oral Sex

 

 

They had been at the desert crime scene for thirteen hours, combing through what little evidence there was to be found. Their police escort was happily snoring away in the air conditioned patrol car in the mid morning sun.



Gil Grissom had photographed, bagged, tagged, and labeled even the most minute of evidence while Sara Sidle had been delegated to the perimeter, intent on casting the ever shifting sand for possible footprints or tire tracks.



Their professional relationship was strained at best; their personal relationship was non-existent. However, both wanted more, but neither of the socially awkward scientists knew how to amend their current conundrum.



As Grissom looked over the area where a bound, nude body of a man in his 30's had been found covered in the furry larvae of unhatched carpet beetles, he realized Sara was nowhere within his sight. Looking about 300 yards to the west, he saw a slightly heightened dune and he decided Sara may have found something of interest beyond the dune.



He began the short hike to find her. As he cleared the apex of the hill, what he saw completely shocked and enthralled him. Sara Sidle was squatting down, with her pants around her ankles. Her lovely ass bared to him as a stream of warm piss shot out of her, sizzling into the already hot ground.



His prick sprang into full life. A moan slipped from him unconsciously and she turned and stared at him.  The steam of piss suddenly stopped.



“I'm sorry...I...”



“It's okay, I'm not contaminating the scene. All evidence went eastward, that's why I came this way.” 



“Sara...” His hard-on was raging and rapidly becoming painful.



“I'll be finished in a bit.” She said, hoping he'd leave her in peace.



“No,” he almost whispered, “I want to watch.”



“Pardon?” She thought he'd said that he wanted to watch her pee.



“Slip off your pants so I can watch you pee.”



A million disjointed thoughts ran through her mind and then she realized that in the heat of the day, she was hallucinating. “Come on, Griss. That's just nasty. Why would you want to watch me?”



He purposefully walked around in front of her, first looking around to see if he could see the patrolman assigned to them, his voice lowered, “Because it's sexy. It makes me horny to watch a beautiful woman pee,” he answered unashamedly. “Please let me watch you finish.”



Reluctantly she stood up and removed her pants and panties, along with her shoe and socks, then resumed her former position with her legs spread. She felt she was in a strange Fellini film in just her shirt and sunglasses, peeing in the desert, while her supervisor sported the most enormous woody she'd ever seen.



Her neatly trimmed pussy peeked at him. Grissom was mesmerized by the beauty of the sight as he felt his cock straining against his pants.



Then a tiny of trickle of piss escaped from between her puffy pussy lips, he groaned in appreciation. “Hold your libia open, I want to see everything.”



She did as he asked and he could see the pink interior of her spread pussy and then the trickle turned into a thick solid stream of hot piss.



Grissom finally gave into the temptation and rubbed through the front of his trousers to help alleviate the increasing pressure.



“God, you're so beautiful,” he whispered as she smiled up at him as the last drops splashed into sand. Grissom stepped closer and bent down to kiss her. Her lips were soft and he nibbled her lower lip.



“You really liked that, didn't you?” She asked as she brushed her knuckles across the straining bulge of his crotch.



He grunted once and then hoarsely, whispered, “Now, I'm going to eat your pussy until you cum."



“But I just peed,” she protested mildly.



His tone was insistent as he sank down on his knees between her spread thighs, “That's kind of the point isn't it?”



The smirk on his face was hard to argue with. He pulled her legs apart and moved her hips towards his face. There was a faint smell of ammonia that intermingled with the sweet earthy smell of her arousal. Her pussy lips were slick with excitement as his tongue flicked across the exposed nub of her clit and her thighs jerked as he heard a sharp intake of her breath.



Grissom's tongue cleaned her completely. He enjoyed the sweet taste of her for a while before returning his attention to her clit. He sucked it into his mouth and rubbed the tip of his tongue around it in tiny circles.



She uttered a mewl of pleasure and pulled his head into her crotch. “Oh, please...” and then she shattered her orgasm into his mouth, squirting her own pleasure into his hungry mouth.

After she recovered from the mind blowing orgasm, Sara crawled over and knelt in front of Grissom's crotch and leaned in toward him. She could see his penis almost twitching in anticipation. With her nimble fingers, she quickly lowered the zipper and as his erection sprang out of the confines of his clothing, her tongue flitted over the head.

He arched and moaned as she slowly took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his shaft and then slowly moving upward until the flare of his head snagged on her lips, forcing another moan from him.

Sara pushed hard and added as much suction as possible, before diving for the base, lodging him deep in her throat.

As he reached out to run his fingers through her hair, he became unglued as his penis thickened, his testicles raised and his breath came in harsh pants.

She felt him release, his first spurt was lost down her throat, but she caught and savored the rest, enjoying his thick essence for the first time.

Grissom had a silly grin and a vacant, sated look in his eyes. He leaned down and kissed her, tasting himself as he plundered her mouth with his tongue. They pulled apart reluctantly and both stared off into the desert for a few wordless minutes.



“That was awesome, but don't you think Officer Mitchell will be wondering where we've gotten off to?”



“He was asleep in the patrol car last time I looked.”



Grissom helped her redress and as she tucked his now flaccid cock back into his pants she commented, “I would have never believed that Gil Grissom was kinky.”



His smirk was her only reply. As he took her by the hand and lead them back to the crime scene.

As they approached the evidence, Sara stood with her hands on her hips and a question on her lips, “So what happens in the desert...”

“Stays in the desert...” After several moments he continued, “AND what happens in my townhouse or your apartment, also stays there.”

Sara smiled and longed for their shift to end.

THE END