Having just read some of the other stories it looks as if I have skipped out on some necessary protocol. Apparently I should start with a disclaimer. I have no connection with the characters or ownership of the rights to these characters. This story is exclusively for entertainment purposes. I should also state that this story is particularly explicit. This is my first story, please let me know if it is inappropriate, or I am missing the point of this site. Enjoy.

Chapter 2: Who is Playing Whom

Bobby stood outside the door of Alex's apartment for far too long. He knew she was just on the other side of the door, trying to play it cool and act like she hadn't heard him knock. It was part of the game they played, but he would make Alex pay for her seeming disinterest.

He could smell her perfume. She wore Poison, but never at work. Alex knew Bobby's sense of smell was one of his most polished tools and she wasn't willing to put any of their investigations at risk just to get his attention, and she didn't have to. She had his full attention.

Alex thought the perfume masked her own scent—that he wouldn't know how bad she needed him, but Bobby could smell her pussy from right under that solid-core metal door. He lowered his chin to his chest, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Bobby knocked again and heard Alex call from inside, "just a sec."

Bobby sighed and leaned his right side against the door jamb. He had on a faded dark green t-shirt that complimented his tousled graying locks that, frankly, complimented him. Some men got older. Bobby just got hotter. His curls were still damp behind his ears from the shower.

His hands were shoved deep in the pockets of his Levi's and he had a book under his right arm. A pair of black Bruno Magli ankle boots finished his 'look.' He'd be lying if he said it wasn't a deliberate 'look.' He was more of a shoe horse than Carrie Bradshaw and wasn't one to pass by a mirror without a quick glance.

Bobby continued to wait, cupping his sack through his right front pants pocket. What he wouldn't give to have Alex's hand giving his nuts a firm squeeze instead. Finally Alex slowly opened the door. The first thing Bobby thought was daaaaaamn. It took everything he had to keep the matching look off his face. Because Alex made him wait so long outside he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing how badly he wanted inside—and not just the apartment.

Alex was dressed in TIGHT faded blue jeans. Her mom had to have bought them for her when Alex was in high school. She couldn't possibly be fitting any panties between her and those pants. She had on a white tank drawn taut across her chest and belly. Alex's hair was pulled back in a pony tail and her bangs hung loose across her face. She didn't wear any makeup and didn't need it. Bobby preferred her natural, and fortuitously that saved her the effort.

Alex didn't have a bra on and didn't need that either. Even though her tits had always seemed larger to him after she had her sister's baby Alex surely didn't need a bra for any reason other than the 'hot' lingerie factor. Besides, Bobby thought, more than a mouthful is a waste. No socks or shoes either. Alex always preferred to pad around the house in her bare little feet.

Alex leaned toward the door then took one step back and pulled the door wider to give Bobby room to come in. "Hi you," Alex said. Bobby said nothing. He swung around the frame and fully into the doorway. She looked him directly in the eye and asked, "How are you? How long did it take you to get from Chelsea?"

Bobby still said nothing. He focused his gaze at Alex's feet and just remained silent. Bobby could feel Alex still looking intently at him—looking for some sign of recognition—expecting him to say something. Finally he looked directly at her until she blushed and couldn't maintain his stare. Alex looked downward and, as if out of the habit of her work, assumed a wider stance. Bobby took a step further into her apartment.

Again Bobby looked down at Alex's feet and started traveling up her body with only his eyes. Alex obliged him by standing completely still. She was already regretting not opening the door when she heard him knock. Why can't I just admit I can't wait to see him, Alex thought; maybe because this is more arousing.

Bobby noticed how Alex's jeans clung to her firm calves. She had the legs of a teenage soccer player—strong and firm. Alex was all muscle but she was all woman. He began wondering who was playing whom. Bobby continued breathing her in literally and figuratively. Alex continued to look down and wasn't able to see his eyes but didn't need to in order to know where he focused all of his attention.

She could see the middle and index fingers on his left hand as he turned his hand over and began moving it toward her. Bobby moved his hand closer and closer to the fly of her button-downs. He turned his hand back over and motioned with his thumb and index finger as if to begin unbuttoning her jeans, but he didn't. Instead he flipped his hand back over and again reached his middle and index fingers down and moved them across the full length of her 'taint'—from her asshole right across the lips of her cunt.

Alex took a deep but hitched breath in anticipation of the pressure of Bobby's fingers pressing the stiff denim against the hood of her clit. What he did instead made her thighs tremble. He never actually touched her. Instead Bobby took the same two fingers he raked close enough to her to gather her scent and lifted them to his lips. He then opened his mouth, and ran both fingers down the length of his tongue, licking between and around each finger. Then he lowered his hand in Alex's direction.

Bobby took another step closer to Alex, getting as close as he could without touching her. He took his left hand and pushed against the cloth of her tank top, applying just enough pressure to rub the tank across her now protruding nipples, but not enough pressure to actually be touching Alex. He then leaned down and nuzzled into the pressure point behind Alex's right ear. In one warm, low, gravelly breath Bobby whispered, "You look fine." Then he walked all the way in the doorway and Alex closed the door behind them.

(TBC)