This story continues my style that was begun with Star Trek Enterprise and continued with others. It's a style I refer to as "... and your Favorite."
Oh, and the title is not a misspelling, it's a forewarning.
The principal character, of course, is Abby Sciuto. Who she is with is up to you. You cast her partner. I have made it vague enough that you can cast any male character; past, present or Crossover.
This is a Mature story for Adults and is Rated 'M' for Consensual Sex.
Enjoy.
Abby's Amazeing Prize
by JMK758
Chapter One
The Game Has Rules
Abby hops a turn, her long white lab coat flies outward and she glares at the clock on the wall. Friday. 1550. Still 1550! She's checked it three times in the past minute but it's still not changing. All right, it's accurate to the nanosecond but it's not moving! 'Come on, you dumb clock! Can't you move?'
'Okay, 1551 - took long enough. Come on. Come on.'
Friday is the worst; she longs for him so much that the clock taunts her by stopping and too often runs backward. When he came down – three times today – always on the case, he'd kept his distance, too far to touch and he acted like they were on camera. Okay they are, but he drove her crazy through every second of his 'drop ins'.
He knew she was suffering. Just being in the same room with him makes her moist, makes her juices boil but he does nothing - doesn't kiss her, doesn't touch her - NOTHING!
1552. Finally. Eight eternities left before she can meet him and her body's trembling so violently she fears she'll fall off her black and red boots.
She wipes a sheen of perspiration from her face, wishing she could do the same for her entire body, but every touch of the cloth on her body as she moves, or even breathes, emphasizes her nudity.
She's only wearing the long white lab coat and boots. Her collar, wrist bands, skirt, blouse, bra, panties; everything's put away since the minute she arrived - eight agonizing hours ago. She's ready for him, has been ready since dawn, ready for everything he wants to do with and to her.
x
1553. She's ready to scream, ready to run out, but he's forbidden her to draw attention by leaving before 1600. She never leaves before 1600, usually 2300 and everyone knows it, so he won't let her draw attention to their trysts by doing anything out of the ordinary.
But out of the ordinary is being without panties or bra or tee shirt or–
She can feel herself even if she's forbidden from touching. He won't let her touch herself, only allows her an orgasm with him - but her labia are so hot and wet that if she breathes wrong they'll convulse all on their own and hot cream will trail down her legs!
She stands straight, legs pressed together and it's the worst thing she can do, for the sensation is like lightning blasting her crotch.
1554.
xxx
The moment she sees him she dashes across the garage and crashes into him, their open mouthed kiss hot warring tongues. She licks, her tongue sliding along and about his and the sensations chase down to her toes, lightning searing her body. He holds her so close she'd willingly pull him down atop her if he'd just take her here and now. She presses to him, held in the tight grip of his arms, wishing he'd caress - even attack - her very willing body.
She's too aware of her nudity, her vulnerability beneath the thin white lab coat and the feel of his body against hers. If he reaches through or under her coat or just grabs her through it she'll shriek into his mouth and ruin her lab coat with the biggest eruption since Pompeii.
x
Her questing hands search his body as she longs for him to do to her. When his right hand slips under the back hem of her coat to cup her bare cheek she moans deep into his mouth, wishing he'd take her right here. Right now! Her pussy clenches in desperate need, seeming to constrict all the way up to her eyebrows.
Her breasts burn with the feel of his chest under jacket and shirt. Movement of the material over her nipples makes her crazy and if he'd just reach a little lower, further...
"Not yet," he whispers into the kiss, itself a talented act. He breaks the contact, but not that of now both hands cupping her cheeks, pressing her hot, wet groin into him. "Save it for the surprise," he whispers.
"I can't."
He releases her ass, presses her shoulders, pushes her back. "Get in. Let's get going."
x
She bites off a whimper - she wants him in - but she has to take it. She's his. She's given herself over completely for the next 24 hours. She must follow his slightest command, must obey his every whim, no matter how much her overburdened nerves tear her apart. He's promised that if she does what he says it'll be the best sex of her life and he's not a liar.
He can't be. He's hers tomorrow evening - if she can survive the next twenty four hours without her body spontaneously combusting - and she'll have to depend upon her orgasms to douse the conflagration.
This is their game.
She can only get in the car, memories of their myriad volcanic conflagrations driving her.
When they're in, he turns to her. "Don't forget the belt."
"You just want me in bondage."
"May be."
His tone sends shivers through her. She'd meant it teasingly, there's less tease in that warm voice.
x
When they're past the main gate and on M Street SE the drive is torturous; he's so close and while he's driving she can't do anything. But she opens the top two buttons of her lab coat, presses the left side material to her chest, the right side well away and turns slightly left to give him a perfect view of her breast.
The car windows are up, she opens hers just an inch, just to feel the limited breeze play along her skin, lick her bare flesh. It gets into her lab coat with her, licks her bare breasts as she longs for his tongue to do her.
He reaches across with his right hand and his fingertips gently pet up and down her spiked nipple. Flares of lust, of desperate need, charge through her. The hills and valleys of his rising and falling fingers up and down her nipple make her moan. Her need for him flares and she's ready, about to ruin his leather seat.
Her breath is stolen, short and erratic as she leans forward into his teasing hand. Her trembling body begs for his firmer touch, but it only makes him expand the area of his petting further up her slope and down to where he almost cups her breast before going up again.
"You're driving me ca-razy."
"Don't make offers you don't intend to keep."
"I keep all my offers," she spreads her legs, so bare under the white hem, and shifts forward in the seat.
She opens the lowest two buttons and drapes the material aside, baring her creamy thighs but only one button is closed before her stomach, just short of exposing herself completely. She doesn't care if anyone in a nearby car can see her giving herself completely to this man. "I'm keeping this."
He lowers his right hand and, still driving at a sedate 50 miles per - why can't he do 90? - rests his hand high on her thigh, a bare three inches from her trembling lips and she's sure he can feel her quivering. She reaches to guide his hand.
"Don't touch. You might make me drive off the road."
He's driving her out of her mind!
x
She pulls her hands back. She won't touch herself, that's cheating. She wants him to bring her off but if he won't do it then she's helpless, caught between his rules and her needs.
He's three inches from her and she leans back, spreads her legs wider in blatant offer.
He moves his hot hand only slights, two inches from her desperately quivering lips. He has only to move his pinky and he'll pet her wet labia. He's too close and too far from the prize she's so desperate to have him claim. She's shaved smooth just for him and every tiny breeze plays across her lips. Under the still touch of his hot palm she feels the hair on her head curl.
"Pull over!" she begs.
"Not 'till we're there."
She wants to grab him even if he drives off the road. One touch and she'll explode, scream so shrilly they'll hear her back at the Navy Yard, certainly ruin his upholstery.
And he won't even move those last two inches!