Weekend at Ranger's
By Dayoh
Chapter One: Date Night
Stephanie stood in front of the mirror fluffing her hair, the loose curls bouncing on her shoulders. Deciding to forego heavy make-up, she swiped a light coat of mascara on her eyelashes, and moistened her lips with a tinted lip-gloss. Running her hands through her hair one last time, Stephanie turned off the bathroom light, walking into her bedroom, eyeing the black halter dress draped across the bed.
She'd dropped more money on the cocktail dress than she'd ever spent on any article of clothing. But the minute she tried the dress on, modeling it in front of Lula in the department store's dressing area, she knew it was the one she'd be wearing tonight. Lula hadn't been much help in talking her out of the splurge, praising the way the dress hugged her curves in all the right places.
Of course, it wasn't Lula's opinion Stephanie was concerned with. The dress made her feel sexy, showing off her shoulders and back. And she knew Ranger would love the way it accentuated her breasts, presenting just enough cleavage to tease, while leaving the rest to his imagination. But she'd kept that information to herself, not quite ready to tell Lula about her first date with Ranger.
A few days prior, Ranger had finally revealed how he made his extra money. And while Stephanie wasn't exactly happy with his career choice, she'd decided she could live with his decision for the time being. He'd promised her the job was only temporary, and he wouldn't be taking on another assignment of that nature. She loved him, and she trusted his word as the truth.
After their conversation about his job, Ranger had invited Stephanie back to the Bat Cave for a glass of wine in his spa tub. But as luck would have it, he'd called a couple of hours later, stuck in a meeting, promising he'd make their first date an unforgettable one.
In hindsight, Stephanie was relieved that the spontaneous rendezvous never happened. She was able to keep a clear head while contemplating her decision to move into a romantic relationship with Ranger. And, if Stephanie was going to be involved with Ranger, she'd have to get used to his unpredictable schedule. It wouldn't be the last time he'd get stuck in a meeting, or have to change plans at the last minute.
So, tonight was the big night. Ranger, the man who admitted to usually skipping the whole dating thing, opting to go straight to third base instead, was taking Stephanie on a date. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd been on a real date. Morelli's idea of a date usually included ordering take-out and sitting on the couch with a beer, watching a ball game. That kind of date had been fine at the time, but Stephanie realized she'd lowered her standards with Morelli. She should have demanded a night out once in a while. She deserved to be wined and dined from time to time.
Stephanie scooped the dress off the bed, stepping into the soft material, pulling it over her black lace, thong panties from Victoria Secret's. The top of the dress was a halter with built-in support, so she wouldn't need a bra. Any other time, the thought of being around Ranger without a bra would have her buckling at the knees. But tonight, she could hardly wait to dangle the girls in front of him.
The dress made Stephanie feel sexy and carefree, and she was excited about her date with Ranger. She was looking forward to being a first-hand witness to his romantic side.
Slipping into a pair of shoes with four inch, stiletto heels, she grabbed her purse, sashaying her ass out of the bedroom and down the hall.
Rex was running on his wheel and Stephanie did a little turn, showing off her dress for her room-mate. "How do I look?" She asked the hamster. Rex twitched his nose, continuing his exercise routine. Stephanie narrowed her eyes at Rex and tapped his cage lightly. "Obviously you don't recognize true hotness when you see it."
She glanced at the clock on the wall. Ranger would be arriving any minute; punctuality was a must in Ranger's world. He'd refused to divulge in any details of their date, but he did say that she'd be pleasantly surprised. Any other time, Stephanie would have been annoyed by Ranger's secrecy. But this was one time she didn't mind that he was keeping his little secret to himself.
The knock on the door told Stephanie that it was 6:00pm on the dot. She didn't have to look at the clock. She opened the door to Ranger looking as if he'd stepped of the pages of GQ magazine.
"Very nice," she said, stepping back to let Ranger into the small foyer. He was wearing a charcoal, Herringbone sports coat with flat front, dress slacks in the same color. He wore a black, mock neck sweater under his jacket, and his shoes were spit shined. His hair was combed away from his face, the dark strands dusting the nape of his neck.
Ranger scanned Stephanie's body from head to toe, his eyes slowly taking in her apparel.
"Babe," he said, his eyes growing dark with passion. "We might not make it out of your apartment tonight."
Stephanie licked her lips and smiled. "So you like the dress?"
"Yes," he answered. "And I can't wait to get you out of it."
"You'll have to feed me first," Stephanie said, grabbing her purse and a silk wrap off the coat hook. It was November in Trenton, and the night air would hold a chill. "Something tells me I might need the energy."
Ranger took the wrap out of Stephanie's hand, draping it around her shoulders, carefully lifting her hair out of the way. He kissed the back of her neck and then let the silky curls slip out of his hands, falling back down around her shoulders. Stephanie felt her nipples harden under the soft material of her dress. She was going to have a tough time keeping her hands to herself tonight.
Ranger pressed his body against her back and whispered, "After our date, I'm taking you back to my place." Placing his hand at the small of her back, he pushed her towards the door.
"Probably, I should bring a change of clothes, then," Stephanie said, looking towards her bedroom.
"No," said Ranger. "Clothes won't be necessary."
Oh, Boy!
****
Ranger pulled the Porsche into the McCarter Theater Center's parking lot at exactly 6:30pm. Stephanie cut her eyes at him and then turned her attention to the glowing marquee, reading the words on the sign.
Now Showing: A Pulitzer Prize-Winning Love Story. Talley's Folly.
Her mouth dropped open in surprise, and she looked at Ranger again. "When I said you owed me one for having to sit through Snakes on a Plane, I didn't think you'd actually live up to it. Live theater is pretty classy."
Ranger smiled. "Yeah, I'm a classy guy."
Angling out of the car, he walked to the passenger side, opening the door for Stephanie. Taking her hand as she stepped out of the Porsche, he tangled his arm with hers, escorting her through the entrance of the theater.
Two hours later, Stephanie and Ranger walked out of the theater, hand in hand.
"You stayed awake the whole time," Stephanie teased Ranger. "First, I find out you listen to classical music, and now live productions. Who are you?"
Ranger laughed, wrapping his muscular arm around Stephanie's shoulder. "This is not the kind of entertainment I'd choose to do on my own, but it's a nice way to be entertained with a companion. Did you enjoy the play?"
"Yes. It was funny and romantic, with just enough angst to keep the story line interesting." Stephanie turned to look at Ranger. "What about you? Did you like it?"
Ranger nodded his head. "Yeah, I didn't know what to expect, but I was pleasantly surprised."
Stephanie wrapped her arms around Ranger's waist, his body warm against the chill of the night. "There were some emotional aspects of the story that spoke to me," she said. "The main characters had to accept the risks that their relationship might incur. And they both led complex lives, sort of like you and me."
Ranger kissed the top of Stephanie's head. "I noticed the similarities," he said.
"That's probably why the story was so interesting."
When they reached the car, Ranger opened the door for Stephanie, watching as she settled into the front seat.
"So far, so good?" he asked, holding the door open, waiting for her response.
"Yes," she answered with a wide smile.
Princeton, New Jersey was a 15 to 30 minute drive from Trenton, depending on the level of traffic. The town was a tranquil get-a-way for urban dwellers from surrounding areas, and host to the popular, Ivy League college, Princeton University. Ranger had scheduled a late dinner reservation at an elegant restaurant in the heart of Princeton that served French and American cuisine.
Ranger sat across from Stephanie at a dimly lit, corner table in the restaurant. A maître d' poured their wine and then jotted down their dinner order on a small writing pad. Stephanie ordered a signature pasta and chicken dish, and Ranger chose a filet minion entree. The maître d' excused himself from the table, promising the meal would be out soon.
"You come here often?" Stephanie asked, sipping her wine.
Ranger took a swallow of wine, the smooth, aromatic liquid sliding down his throat.
"No, I've never eaten here. Hal recommended this place, said the food is excellent."
"Hal has been here?" Stephanie looked around the quaint restaurant, studying the decor. "No offense to Hal, but I can't see him being interested in this kind of establishment."
Ranger laughed softly, stretching out his legs under the table, the material of his pants tickling the soft skin of Stephanie's leg. "I don't think he's ever stepped foot into this restaurant. His parents come here every year for their anniversary. He claims they rave about it all the time."
The vintage wine was starting to take effect, warming Stephanie's body, making her feel a little uninhibited. And Ranger's leg suddenly seemed to be a major distraction. Slipping off a shoe, she ran her bare foot under the hem of his pants, skimming his shin with her big toe.
Ranger locked eyes with Stephanie, bringing the wine glass to his lips, sipping the liquid slowly. He set the glass down on the table and smiled suggestively, his voice a low rumble. "You like playing with fire, babe?"
Stephanie lifted her eyebrows in question, but didn't say a word. She'd kept Ranger at arm's length for a long time, guilt keeping her from acting on her true feelings. But tonight, she would be the aggressive one, flirting to her hearts content. And she didn't have to worry about the consequences of her actions. She continued to run her foot up and down Ranger's leg, taking pleasure in his public display of controlled restraint.
"Babe, you keep doing that, and we'll be leaving this restaurant real hungry."
She gave Ranger an innocent smile, looking over his shoulder, watching as the maître d' approached their table. "Saved by the waiter," she said, removing her foot from his leg, pushing her toes back into the shoe. Setting their plates down on the table, he asked if they needed anything else.
"We'll need the check in about 20 minutes," Ranger said, never taking his eyes off Stephanie. He picked up his fork and knife, cutting into the thick piece of steak on his plate. "We're in a bit of a hurry."
****
Stephanie wanted to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. A year ago, if anyone would have told her she'd be dating Ranger, she would have called that person a liar. And now, here she was sitting next to Ranger in his Porsche, flying down Route 31 towards his home.
Ranger had one hand on the steering wheel, and his other hand was intertwined in Stephanie's hand, lying in her lap. He seemed to be relaxed and content. Stephanie, on the other hand, was feeling a little restless and very naughty, a feeling she blamed on too much wine, and too much Ranger in one night. Untangling her hand from Ranger's grasp, she started rubbing his thigh, running her hand up and down the material of his pants, pressing her fingertips into the taught muscles surrounding his femur bone.
Ranger sucked in a mouthful of air and pushed down on the gas pedal, taking the Porsche up to 90 miles per hour. Keeping her eyes on the speedometer, Stephanie inched her hand higher up Ranger's thigh, brushing the tip of his cock through his pants.
Ranger grabbed Stephanie's hand in one swift movement, placing it back in her lap. He said, "Babe, if you want me to get you home in one piece, you'll keep your hands to yourself, for now."
Stephanie looked at Ranger, a sheepish grin covering her face. "I'm just applying a little pressure, that's all."
The corner of Ranger's lips turned up a fraction, and he cut his eyes at Stephanie. "Payback's a bitch."
Ranger's house was dark inside, sans a small nightlight plugged into the wall in the foyer leading to the garage. As soon as they stepped into the small, shadowed hallway, Ranger pressed Stephanie up against the wall, pushing his body into hers, capturing her mouth between his lips.
Stephanie felt her body melt into Ranger's strong hold, his hands cupping her ass, pulling her closer. She moaned into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck, their tongues battling for control.
Needing some air to breath, Ranger broke the kiss, resting his forehead against Stephanie's forehead. "You make me crazy, babe," he said in a breathless rush.
Stephanie took advantage of the reprieve, sucking air into her lungs. After a few deep breaths she shoved Ranger back a couple of steps and tugged off his coat, pulling at his belt at the same time. The occasion called for a little multitasking.
Ranger watched her intently, letting her pull and tug at his clothes until she got his pants where she wanted them. Unzipped and pulled down around his hips, his cock throbbing in her hands. Stephanie wanted to take control, and he'd let her have it, for now.
Keeping his eyes locked with hers, he watched as she dropped to her knees, taking him into her mouth. Ranger braced his hands on the wall for support while Stephanie moved her mouth in a rhythmic motion, up and down his shaft. Her mouth was warm, her teeth teasing his tip. And just when he felt he couldn't contain himself any longer, he pulled his hips away from Stephanie's mouth, yanking her up by her shoulders, pushing her back against the wall.
"Christ, Steph. I need to be inside you, now." He ground the words out as if he were in pain.
Ranger pulled the bottom of Stephanie's dress up around her waist, tugging off her lace thong with one quick sweep of his hand. Stephanie lifted one leg to give Ranger easy access, locking her foot just above his hip bone, leaving the other foot planted on the floor for traction.
He captured her mouth with his, and then he pushed inside her, hot and hard. Stephanie gasped as Ranger stretched her inner walls, filling her to the hilt. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding tight as he moved his hips in a circular motion, plunging into her again and again. A deep moan escaped from her throat as Ranger picked up the pace, slamming her body against the wall with each thrust.
Her muscles were beginning to tense and her standing leg was trembling, the onset of an orgasm becoming apparent with each deep stroke. Ranger grabbed Stephanie's trembling leg and hauled it around his hip, never breaking stride. Stephanie pushed her back into the wall, allowing Ranger's hips to keep her steady, hanging on for dear life.
"Babe," Ranger gasped, warning her that he was close. But the warning was lost to Stephanie because her muscles had already constricted around his shaft, and her whole body shook with pleasure as an orgasm ripped through her body. She didn't think she could hold on to Ranger for much longer, but she didn't have to. Burying his head in her neck, he thrust into her a few more times, and then his body went completely still, his seed rushing from his body, finding a new home.
Ranger's hot breath warmed the damp skin of Stephanie's neck. His breathing was labored, but not nearly as labored as hers. He kissed her lightly, trailing his lips down her neck to her collarbone. His hands cradled her waist, holding her in place as she uncurled her legs from around his hips. Her feet felt unsteady on the floor, and she wondered if she were floating. The Ranger induced haze hovering over Stephanie was much more potent than the alcohol she'd consumed earlier in the night. He was definitely going to be her drug of choice for the next couple of days.
Ranger pulled up his pants, and then smoothed Stephanie's dress down over her hips. "Can you make it to my bedroom?" He asked, a lazy smile curving his lips. "Or do I need to carry you?"
"I think I can manage," Stephanie mumbled, the dimly lit foyer hiding her glazed over eyes. "Was that payback?"
Ranger hauled Stephanie into his body, half dragging her to the stairs. "Payback hasn't even started, babe."
Oh, boy!
TBC…
