Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I just like to let them out for some exercise.
A/N: Part 3 of the What the Zimmerman's Saw. I have no idea if this will be the last chapter or if there will be another one after this. Man, do I enjoy winging it! Leaves so much open for thought! So far I have one reply to my question of who should be next and that is a Miss Kate and Mr. Foss introduction. And boy, do I have a surprise and set up for them!
Now for the important squeamish warning to all those people who have sensitive stomachs. Again, I cannot stress this enough, if you are against voyeurism, do NOT read! I am not casting Helen and John to be overtly open people who must flaunt their sexual relationship to everyone. I just think that should they ever get together and considering the degree of…intensity between them on a normal basis, that they would be very passionate couple that would hold little to no qualms of testing out various desires and even go so far as to experiment.
Considering their personalities, it would hardly be that much of a leap. And so, I end this note with a please enjoy this fiction and a smile!
Clothes were dropped unceremoniously to the floor. The petite blonde shrieking into her hand, which had moved to clasp over her mouth, before she ducked below the writing table situated near the window. She began to hyperventilate, couldn't believe what she just saw. Didn't they know that the shades weren't drawn and the brightly lit kitchen left little to the imagination of what they were doing? Incredible!
"Ohmigod! Ohmigod! Ohmigod!" she breathed erratically, her hand easily muffling her cries of surprise. 'No way, there's just no way!' she thought helplessly. Abby refused to consider that her neighbor was about to have sex in the kitchen of her home with a stranger! No one else had visited her all week and now all of a sudden this tall and bald man was in her home sexing her up!
Abby's rather erratic brain conjured up the most farfetched scenario at lightning speed. 'Maybe she's an escort? The painting is just a charade to make people think she was sort of eccentric woman. Maybe that's the reason she plays music so loud! Oh my God! She has the music loud to hide the fact that she throws sex parties?' Even more ludicrous images began to form in her thoughts, the previous being more farfetched then the following.
Tentatively she began to rise from her position behind the desk. She peered over the edge of the table and looked out the window again. The sight of that tall bald stranger bent over the dark haired female, still stroking her sensually as she arched and writhed beneath his massive frame, had Abby blushing and falling once again onto the floor clutching the top of the table with white knuckles.
One thing was for sure, she was not blind, psychotic, or high - obviously. Her eyes did not fool her into imagining that strong, powerful, damned sexy – she ended her train of thought there. She only had eyes for her husband! But damn! She was not attracted to bald men, but for some reason that particular stranger just oozed sex and danger –no, no! There was no need to go there! Blonde curls flapped around her face as she tried to force her mind to focus rather than let it wander back to the rather erotic sight of a lean body carved like marble with rippling abs just peeking underneath a pale blue shirt. It was like a sensual tease for her eyes, a strip of flesh just showing you exactly what you wanted, but only for a moment. It was pure torment.
Abby sucked in a sharp breath and mentally scolded herself to relax. 'Ok, girlie! You're not in high school anymore, and you sure as hell ain't no virgin! It's just a man and a woman expressing their mutual attraction for each other.' Instantly she forced her mind back to her days at Quantico and her training and experiences in the Behavioral Sciences Department. 'Just a physical process of endorphins and hormones triggered by touch, sight, and smell. It's all just a simple psychological process that leads to…leads to…wild monkey sex on a kitchen counter for the entire world to see?'
A groan passed her lips as her logical reasoning became a tainted image of the long legged brunette on her back exchanging tongues with an equally zealous suitor who had his hands under her shirt. 'Well, that was peachy damned keen!' she thought haphazardly, choking back a small sob. Finally, she managed to pry her fingers from the edge of the desk and took in another soothing breath. She could do this. They were all adults, literally.
This was something she had already seen before and even engaged in with her own husband, for crying out loud. There was no need for her to have her sense of propriety offended. 'Yea right! It's not offended you feel, honey! It's horny!'
"Oh shush, you!" she stated out loud to know one in particular before groaning again. She did not just shush herself after a mental conversation, did she? She did. With a swift face palm and a bout of self derisive chuckles, Abby stood herself up, her back firmly facing the window.
"Shall we continue this torture, my dear?" John's natural arrogance was overwhelming tonight. That sexy crooked smirk he wore highlighted his sharp features. Being completely bald did not deter from his handsome visage, in fact it highlighted his chiseled face, aristocratic nose, and gorgeous blue eyes. With his tall, powerful frame, and deep penetrating gaze, John was the epitome of masculine virility.
Something dark and dangerous that seemed to be pulled out of a bodice ripper harlequin novel embodied his entire being. His presence was not the only asset that he could use to make the female population swoon and sigh, no. His voice. It was deep and resonating, sexy when he dropped it just a few decibels, and irresistible when he demanded full attention. And despite having been married to this man for almost two decades, Helen was unable to resist those dark charms he employed so well to his advantage.
"Hardly torture, my love," she replied cheekily albeit breathlessly. The red hues that graced her cheeks had John melting. He could never resist the sight of his beloved straining for release, aching for him, and begging for his body to give her exactly what she wanted. The beauty beneath him was a goddess for his eyes to feast upon. Her silken brunette hair fanned around her face like a halo, the thin sheen of perspiration that bloomed over her skin caused some strands from her bangs to cling to her forehead and cheeks.
She looked so delicious; he wanted nothing more than to taste her. Let his tongue glide over her skin and savor that flavor he knew only she could produce. John's eyes roved over her face, taking in those high cheekbones of her angelic face, the plump lips that begged to be tasted, the slender neck that he wanted to nip and soothe, downwards to the heaving chest in which the perfect globes of flesh heaved with each breath that just begged to be removed from their confines and tasted, still over the flat planes of her stomach towards her thighs peeking out of the hem of the maroon dress shirt, and finally taking in the way her legs were raised to grasp his hips, her heels digging into the back of his thighs as she clenched around the fingers that he had buried into her heat.
How was it possible for a woman to be perfect? And even more mind boggling was how this woman could be his! Every night he thanked whatever forces were out there that had shaped the meeting between them. He pulled back, her hands still clasped tightly, yet gently, within his single one as he eased his fingers out of her slick passage. A sharp gasp of shock followed with a whimper of disappointment floated to his ears.
"Is that so? Perhaps I should redouble my efforts," he teased in that soft tenor. His breath bouncing along her cheek as those slickened fingers brushed along her clitoris. Amusement tinged with desire flickered across his eyes as he watched Helen arch her back sensually, moaning his name with such wanton desire he nearly gave in to his primal desire to just mount her and ride her into oblivion. 'In due time, Johnny. Patience, patience,' he consoled himself mentally.
"Oh! Yes! Please!" she mewled for her lover. He was effectively driving her closer and closer to that edge and just before she could peak with release, he stopped teasing her entirely, drawing his fingers away from that pulsing nub and forcing her body to come down from that enthralling high. Breaths short and broken, Helen's eyes snapped open and she gave him an annoyed look mixed with her patented glare.
"Please what?" he chortled mockingly, finding her glare to be absolutely adorable. He pointedly ignored the fact that she had not called out his name.
"You know 'what'," came her caustic reply.
"As amazing as you have claimed me to be, on several occasions I might add," his wolfish grin returned followed by a boyish wink, "I have not quite mastered the art of reading minds."
"How very lucky for you. You are saved from the graphic images of what I want to do to your body at this very moment," she retorted with a menacing hiss as images of torturing the man hovering above her flashed in her mind.
"Oh, my! What a naughty, naughty girl you are Ms. Helen Druitt."
The slender brunette merely rolled her eyes, biting back the acerbic remark that ached to be spoken aloud at the tip of her tongue. She knew her husband would most likely pervert any comment she made anyhow. Not one to be 'one-upped', Helen locked her sapphire eyes with John's own, making sure that his focus was riveted on her and her alone before twisting underneath him.
A look of mild confusion crossed his face as her hips moved, swaying side to side in a slow and sensual pace. The movement effectively rubbed her pelvis against his, causing a delicious friction between both their bodies. She could feel her lover's cock twitch in response to the grinding, could feel that thick swelling press that much closer against her pulsing center, could see how his eyes darkened with desire as he watched her writhe in an erotic dance. John had always enjoyed watching Helen pleasure herself. Especially when she pleasured herself with thoughts of him, the sight was sultry, and the affect it had on him - devastating.
His hips unconsciously rocked against her, thrusting to increase the pressure. A deep moan fell from his lips as he rotated his hips in the opposite direction. Helen smirked at the look of utter pleasure on his face. His mouth had slackened open, eyes clouded in a haze of burning need for her. Sometimes it was just too easy to lure this man into her trap, toying with him through her body was a game she enjoyed immensely. Twisting a grinding her hips a few more moments and she knew that she had his attention.
Gathering all her years of experience, Helen closed her eyes, back arching, and with her hands being held down firmly by his own much larger one, she looked like a concubine surrendering herself in a timeless fashion to her sultan. This pose allowed her breasts to jut out, causing the flaring ends of the dress shirt to open revealing a strip line of taut stomach and exposed her black lacy thong. When she spoke, her voice was husky with unadulterated need, almost to the point of begging, "Will, please. Will. Take me."
She glanced at him from under her lashes; saw that euphoric haze of his harden into annoyance when his mind finally registered the name that slipped so heatedly from her lips. Had she not been so busy in trying to portray a look of mindless ecstasy she would have laughed at the incredulous look upon his features. That annoyance changed into a look anger.
'So that's how the little minx wants to play,' he thought carelessly, 'then en garde, madame.'
He released her hands from captivity and moved to grip her waist, with her back arched in that perfect bow, John was able to lift and easily maneuver Helen farther up along the counter. Before she could react to his swift motions or utter a cry of protest, a smooth bald head slipped between her thighs as tongue was thrust into the dripping core at the apex. John's tongue pushed the material of her lace panties into her heated depths, wanting his lovely little lady to feel the difference in texture of the rough fabric of her thong against her sensitive walls.
A cry of pleasure was torn from her throat, her arms, which had been abandoned earlier, remained useless above her body. Her hands, however, were much closer to the edge of the counter and gripped the corners until her knuckles were an alarmingly white shade. Satisfied that she was finally getting the message, John roughly ran his teeth along her fabric covered pussy, eliciting another cry from his lover. Deftly, his tongue withdrew before pushing the tiny scrap of fabric she called her underwear to one side and delving back into her honeyed warmth.
John's eyes practically rolled to the back of his head as the taste of his wife's juices soaked his tongue. Her taste was utterly unique. She smelled of lavender and heather and yet tasted like sweet nectar. He savored his wife's essence with a swipe of his tongue, dragging that muscle along the sides of her walls, filling her completely with tongue and cloth. He darted the tip in and out of her pussy, occasionally withdrawing to tickle her clitoris before slipping back inside her once more.
He growled in satisfaction when she bucked against his mouth, telling him that she was already close to the edge. His arms moved underneath her thighs, gripping her firm ass, and lifting her even closer to his mouth. He wanted nothing more than to devour her.
"You can handle this, Abby. It's not like you and Will are saints!" she informed herself. She shook her hands and bounced in place as she reinforced her mind. "Besides they're just kissing...," she paused in herself rant and breathed once more, "ok maybe he's doing more than kissing her, but it's not like they're having sex! C'mon girl!"
With one final breath and bounce, Abby turned on her heel moved to pick up the discarded clothing on the floor only to come face to face with Mr. Tall Dark Handsome and Bald with his smooth head buried between Ms. McPaints Alot's thighs.
"OH MY FUCKI-," the young woman slapped her hand over her mouth and dropped down to a crouch once again, before darting her eyes over to the bathroom. Relief swept through her when she was assured that her husband, who was currently singing "My Girl" by the Temptations rather loudly, did not hear over the sound of the shower and his own slightly off-beat voice. She could imagine him doing the dance moves while singing into his loofah. He could be so obliviously adorable at times!
'There's just no way! No way they could possibly be doing that. Right in the middle of the kitchen!' she thought. No matter how hard she tried she could not get rid of the image of smooth alabaster like skin against a slightly tanned one. Nor could she remove the look of complete and total ecstasy on her neighbor's face as her lover's tongue brought her pleasure. And from the looks of it, he had one hell of a talented tongue. Abby weighed her options. She could just draw the curtain, walk away, and head downstairs and finish preparing her husband's late dinner. She could also find a pebble and throw it at the kitchen window and pray that they hear it, come to their senses, and take the little show upstairs – or at least someplace more discreet than the freaking kitchen!
'Or, you could just crouch here and take a little sneaky peak at them,' she was shocked at that alternative. 'I will not do that!' she mentally chastised herself. 'Yeah, you keep telling yourself that as many times as you want honey, it doesn't change the fact that you want to!'
"Oh fine!" she huffed, no longer caring that she was having a conversation with herself. Abby cautiously lifted her body, her golden head peeking over the edge of the windowsill before her eyes were finally able to see the couple in the kitchen. The position only changed slightly. The last she saw, Mr. Tall Dark Handsome and Bald was bent over with his face buried in Ms. McPaints Alot's legs. Well he was still eating her out, ferociously, Abby mentally added, but rather than her being reclined on the countertop on her back, he had thrown her legs over his shoulder and was standing at full height. This left the dark haired woman with only her head and part of her shoulders and back on the counter, the rest was pressed against the taller man's frame as he easily handled her weight.
Abby tilted her head to the side, absorbing the position. "Wouldn't that be uncomfortable for her?" she asked no one in particular. 'Well, she doesn't seem to mind!' came the mental reply. And her mind was correct in that assumption. The older brunette's face was contorted in pleasure and her hands were clutching the edges of the countertop as her body writhed and undulated in an erotic dance.
Abby could not help but admire the older woman's body. She had to admit, her neighbor aged well. Scratch that, it had nothing to do with aging well at all, the woman was just hot. From their current position, the young blonde could easily see the long pair of slender, toned legs wrapped around the male's face. The skin looked smooth and stretched over taut muscle.
There was no blemish that could be seen on her fair skin as Abby's observation travelled lower to take in the painter's hips. They were full and curved so perfectly that it was hard to miss the obvious hourglass shape the woman had. With the dress shirt still buttoned, she was only able to catch a small glimpse of her stomach, but from what she did catch, it was still firm and taut. Her breasts were also covered. However, the glimpses of flesh proved that the woman had ample cleavage to share.
Her neighbor could be defined as a classic beauty. Her features were sharp, but not angular. There was a soft tinge to her face, highlighting her high cheekbones and perfectly shaped brows. Indeed, a classic beauty. Abby shook her head, closed her eyes, and pressed her forehead against the cold window. 'I am not seriously eyeing my neighbor right now? Oh. My. God. I. Am. Well at least I have taste.'
'Oh my, he's in quite the mood,' was Helen's last rational thought before she was practically lifted off the counter, legs thrown over broad shoulders, and his mouth and tongue completely enveloped her through her panties again. His tongue flicked and stroked her through the sopping, delicate material in an erotic torment. She reached up towards her waist, intending to slip the panties off, but his strong hands grasped her wrists and secured them against the counter. Her head rolled back and her eyes closed as he suckled at the very core of her desire through the fabric. His tongue, lashing with sure strokes, made the fire in the pit of her stomach burn hotter with each swipe. The exquisite torment was driving her to near insanity heightening the urgency of her need.
In the instant before she peaked, he stopped until her body had calmed. He was teasing her once again, taking her body and stretching that rope until the tension became unbearable before slackening. Then his mouth and tongue resumed the teasing rhythm, stopping again as she neared the edge. "Please," she whispered heatedly, teeth biting down on lower lips, "oh God, I'm so close…oh…please," she pleaded mindlessly for that release.
Every muscle in her body strained, reaching for the pinnacle that he kept just beyond her grasp. With the skill of a maestro, his manipulations at her core had her pulsing uncontrollably. She began protesting when the sensation suddenly stopped only to realize that he was using his teeth and tongue to push her underwear off to the side. With her body stretched across his as it was, her hands were able to drift down the masculine slope of his shoulders to linger on the bulging biceps of his upper arms then journey back up to his shoulders. She loved the feel of his muscles, tense in keeping her in position as he feasted on her. Her hands continued to slide down the muscular wall of his chest. The taut muscles of his abdomen contracted beneath her fingertips as her hands trailed down past the waistband of his trousers to find and caress the evidence of his desire for her. Even through the fabric of his trousers, his body's arousal throbbed under her touch.
"Oh God, you're so hard I can feel you." His only response to her claim was the widening of his mouth only to plunge his tongue into her core, his attack unobstructed by the scrappy piece of fabric she called underwear. He could taste her fully now, feels her slick wet juices slide onto his tongue as her sweet ambrosia filled his nostrils. He suckled at her pussy once before retreating to attack her clit with furious swipes of that talented tongue followed by nibbles from those perfect white teeth.
Deftly opening his trousers, Helen wrapped her hand around the firm length of his cock. His body leapt at her touch, slightly startled from his current task at the feel of that soft, warm hand wrapping around his thick shaft. A low groan escaped him as she took up a familiar rhythm savoring the contrast in textures of rock-solid hardness covered by soft, velvety skin. The little minx was going to be the death of him. He inhaled deeply, urging his body to calm down lest they end this prematurely.
Once he was back in control again, John resumed his attack on her plump juicy center. He needed to make her surrender to pleasure quickly he did not know how long he could hold on with her hand expertly pumping his turgid cock. Reaching down, he took hold of her wrist and slowly eased her hand down onto the counter. His command was subtle, but it was there. That same warm palm released her hand and glided over her fluttering stomach, caressed her hips and waist, before settling against her inner thigh. John's grip tightened around the trembling flesh, widening her legs to give him better access and attacking the heated core beneath his lips.
Tongue, teeth, and lips worked quickly to bring Helen back to that peak, but this time, he did not stop or slow down. Teeth clamped tightly around her throbbing clit and tongue lavished the sensitive bud with firm, fast strokes. He released her slick flesh and delved that tongue back into her dripping mound, lashing against her walls and filling her completely. Helen was mindless with pleasure, head thrashing from left to right, tangling and matting her hair against her sweat slickened face. Head snapped backwards, back arching into a perfect bow, when his fingers joined the symphony of pleasure. He pressed, rubbed, and pinched her delightful little nub and she shattered.
"Oh God! John! Oh my God! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she panted helplessly as her body quaked with in earth shattering release. A flood of juices met his tongue and John greedily suckled every drop of her essence, his thumb furiously rubbing her clit, purposefully extending her orgasm. One final swipe and he withdrew from her, gently easing her worn body down until she was splayed before him like a pagan goddess. The sight of her blew away all rational thought. His wife's impish blue eyes were concealed, her chest heaving and offering a teasing glimpse of her lace covered cleavage with each breath, and a rose like hue bloomed upon her skin. She looked sinfully delectable and his desire reached unbearable heights just at the sight of her.
Giving her no time for respite, John leaned over her, his throbbing cock pressing against her molten center as he whispered, "say it again." It was a demand and even Helen could hear that despite the euphoric haze she was in. She knew what he wanted to hear, it was the reason for this sudden show of this masculine bravado.
"John…," she cooed sinfully, her voice so low and husky that John was forced to gulp.
"Again," he commanded.
"John," she moaned his name, fingers cupping his cheek and tugging him down until their lips were only hair 's breadth apart, "take me, John. I need you inside me now…please…"
Groaning, he captured both of Helen's tiny wrists in one of his large hands to draw them up above her head while stretching himself out full-length to cover her body with his own. He wasted no time with preludes, his knees urging her supple thighs farther apart and impaling her with a single, powerful thrust. She bucked beneath him, her body still sensitive from her earlier orgasm and already she was at the cusp of her second just from his mere size. The feeling of being so stretched and so complete took her breath away.
The cadence he set was a furious rhythm filled with intense hunger, his body taking total possession of hers. The slick depths of her body were tight and scalding hot. His cock was being gripped with each thrust. Her pulsing walls were frantically clenching around him. Soon after his first few thrusts, her body shuddered violently around him with her second release, albeit smaller than the first. John released all semblance of control. He could not stop and so continued thrusting into her harder and faster. Fiercely, he pounded into her, trying to drive himself deeper inside her with each stroke.
Taking a deep breath, Abby stepped back from the window, and opened her eyes once again and widened to the size of saucers. Act two had started while she was calming herself down. Watching in awe at the ferocity in which the bald man was taking the brunette, the young blonde woman's hand reached up to press against her throat in complete shock. They were so…feral. There was no other word. She could see from the way the couple writhed, thrust, and arched against each other that there was an underlying primal passion.
Unconsciously, her body moved closer to the window. Palms pressing flat against the surface, mouth open wide and eyes remaining glued to the rocking bodies like they were some pop culture theatrical show. She was lost in their torrent of passion, no will to turn her head away. Entranced by the sight before her, Abby could do nothing but watch.
Her hips rocked under him, every forceful thrust – taken in stride, and still welcoming more. His mouth latched onto the smooth, creamy skin on the side of her neck with vampiric intensity. He felt her buck strongly beneath him screaming his name over and over again. He suckled on the flesh, relishing the taste of her skin before unlatching from the sensitive flesh. John raised his head and locked his gaze on Helen.
As if their movements were a crafted dance, eyelids fluttering open and gaze locked with his and she found herself held captive by the fierce, unbridled carnal lust emanating from those hawk like sapphire eyes. A rough growl that vibrated from the back of his throat was her only warning before he increased his pace, driving into her with rapid-fire thrusts. Once again, that familiar ache built steadily with each stroke of his body into hers. She could feel every throbbing vein and ridge of his hard cock pounding into the tight heat of her pussy. His body claimed her over and over, the forceful thrusts sending torrents of intense pleasure shooting through her until at last it reached a fulminating crescendo. A primal scream ripped from her throat, head thrown back, neck exposed, as her entire body trembled and quaked with an overpowering orgasm that came in wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her.
He thrust into her twice more before holding himself while he convulsed. A roar of triumphant conquest tore from deep within his chest and merged with her cry of passion. His release was explosive and soon his breathing became labored from the physical exertion.
"God damn," Abby muttered softly. She watched them both reach culmination, the stranger sagging atop her neighbor as both remained immobile from their recent physical exertion. A breath she did not know she was holding was released and eyes fluttered momentarily as the man kissed the brunette's cheek with such tenderness that an, "awww," escaped past her lips. Finally realizing that she had just watched her neighbor's have raw, unadulterated, passionate, wild sex, and was thoroughly flushed and embarrassingly turned on, she pushed away from the window and picked up the clothes that had fallen onto the floor once again. Slightly frantic at witnessing such an act, Abby carelessly tossed them onto the bed.
Then she practically tore out of the bedroom with a speed that would have made her husband's eyebrows shoot up. With everything she had just seen, all she wanted to do was jump him in the shower and have her way with him against the tiled wall! No! Not the time for that! She had to fix Will's dinner and stop her racing heart and furiously imaginative mind.
[To be continued.]
A/N: Now that Abby has had the shock of her life, time to traumatize our friendly doctor! I'm sure he'll enjoy it too! Please read and review! I love reviews! But if you have to flame me…well…ok. I enjoy criticisms…ok maybe not as much as optimistic reviews.
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Entrenched out.