Fisk was sitting alone in his living room, just watching TV when his cell phone began to ring. He checked the caller ID, and saw it was Elizabeth.
"Hey babe, what's up?" Fisk said cheerfully.
"Hey, Fisk, would it be alright if I stay with you for awhile?" Elizabeth asked.
"Yeah, sure. Is there something wrong?" he asked her.
"I left David and I have no where to go," Elizabeth said.
Fisk felt sorry for her, but at the same time, he was happy she left David. Elizabeth was at living her life with a fresh start. So, he told Elizabeth that she could stay.
The night, as Fisk set the table for him and Elizabeth, he couldn't help but feel all warm on the inside. Deep down in his heart, Fisk knew that he was in love with Elizabeth and that she was in love with him, but love can't be rushed. So, he decided to take things slow with Elizabeth, so as not to make her feel uneasy around him.
As he finished setting the table, Elizabeth walked into the dinning room. She looked at the dinner Fisk had made. There was roast beef, cream corn, salad and bread sticks. "Fisk, this looks good," she said.
"Thanks Elizabeth," Fisk replied with a smile. "I thought you might like it." When he looked over at her, he saw that she applied fresh make up. Fisk then felt the almost painful longing to be the man she deserved. That need had only grown during a short time after she left David. To wrap his arms around her soft, curvy body and hold her. To kiss her. To make love to her.
Later on that night, as Fisk slept soundly in his bed, Elizabeth remained awake. She stared up at the ceiling in her room. Her eyes grew heavy from a lack of sleep, but she couldn't bring herself to close her eyes. For everything Elizabeth closed her eyes, she saw Fisk.
What am I going to do? She asked herself. Elizabeth then thought about how she had tried to kiss Fisk on their date. She replayed that moment over and over, making it have a different ending all the time. It was clear to what she had to do. So, getting out of bed, Elizabeth left her room and headed to Fisk's room. Once inside his bedroom, Elizabeth crept over to the bed and looked at the man she loved.
"Fisk, I love you," she whispered, then carefully got into his bed and snuggled up with him. Elizabeth felt safe and secure being next to Fisk. Soon, she drifted off to sleep. What she didn't know was that Fisk was actually awake the whole time. But soon, he drifted off to sleep as well.
The next morning, Elizabeth awoke to find the bed empty. Thinking that Fisk went to get some breakfast, she got and headed for the kitchen. Fisk was sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee when Elizabeth entered the kitchen with a smile on her face. The two of them stared at each other, then ended the silence with small talk.
"I trust you slept well, Elizabeth?" Fisk asked her.
Elizabeth's body began to tingle with desire as memories of last night replayed in her mind. "I slept like a baby," she said.
As the two of them ate breakfast, Fisk wanted to spend some more time with Elizabeth. "Hey, do you want to go shopping at the mall?" he asked, hoping that she would say yes.
Elizabeth looked up at him, then down at her cup of coffee. "Sure," she shrugged, unsure if Fisk was just doing this to spend time with her or just help her get over David. She patted Fisk on the shoulder and bent over to give him a kiss on the forehead. Elizabeth then went to schedule their shopping spree. Deep down, she was certain this was the right course of action, for her own sake.
When they got to the mall, Fisk helped Elizabeth pick out a new purse, some stylish new makeup, and even some new shoes. Now, shopping wasn't something Fisk was that fond of, but he enjoyed being able to spend time with Elizabeth. There was something about her that made him feel complete. Was it her gentle spirit? Maybe it was her radiant beauty, but whatever it was, Fisk knew deep in his heart that he loved her.
Then they came to a shop that surprised Fisk. "Victoria Secrets?" he asked.
"Yes, I need some new lingerie," Elizabeth said to him with a smile. "And I need you to tell me if anything looks good on me."
Fisk felt his body temperature rise at the thought of Elizabeth show off the many different bras and panties excited him.
Elizabeth smiled. She had anticipated this, knowing Fisk would love to see her in some fancy and exotic lingerie. Fisk has seen girls in their underwear. Its not a big deal, she thought. But the idea of modeling lingerie in front of him did make her feel somewhat naughty. And unexpectedly, she felt a twinge of excitement and noted a hint of moisture between her legs.
Once inside, one of the clerks approached Fisk and Elizabeth. "Welcome to Victoria Secrets. My name is Jenna, and if there is anything I can help with, just let me know," she said, being very professional. Elizabeth couldn't help but notice the way Jenna was eyeing Fisk. She pulled Fisk closer to her and went over to a table were another employee was laying out an assortment of different bras, panties, garters and stockings.
Elizabeth quickly picked out a few of items and lead Fisk to the changing area.
The changing area was posh and catered to women. It was clean with good lighting. There was also a large, three-way mirror at the end. The whole space was designed to give women the ability to view themselves from all angles. And as Elizabeth entered her changing stall, Fisk took a seat in the corner waiting for the show to begin.
"Fisk, I'm going to try on the black embroidered bra, panties, garter belt and stockings," Elizabeth said from the other side of the door.
"Alright," Fisk replied.
Elizabeth decided to start with the bra first. It was so delicate, she was almost afraid to touch the sheer material. She put her hands through the straps and clamped the hooks together. The elegant setting framed the buds perfectly. Elizabeth gasped and involuntarily moved her hands to gently trace the outline of her own breasts, quite taken by the image.
The sheer black panties came next. They were fine and very well made. Stepping into the exquisite panties, she adjusted them on her hips. Again, she was struck by the fine craftsmanship of the beautiful piece as she looked in each mirror to appreciate her reflection.
Picking up the garter, she stepped through the center and settled it on her waist. The advantage of the panties was that it didn't matter in what order she dressed. Absolutely nothing needed to be altered to fit her slender frame.
Finally, she moved to the stockings. Placing one foot on the stool, she unfurled the silky material up her shapely leg and repeated it on the other side. They were clipped in place on the garter belt and Elizabeth suddenly felt sexy, wrapped in the expensive lingerie.
Stepping out of the changing booth, she boldly met Fisk's gaze with the confidence of a woman who was comfortable in her sexuality.
Fisk looked at her with lustful glare in his eyes. "Elizabeth, you are absolutely stunning," he gushed with sincerity. "Better than the models in the magazines."
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, "Do you really think so, Fisk?" She knew Fisk wouldn't lie to her, but just to make sure, she decided to have some fun with this unusual situation. She flashed Fisk a wry smile and struck a pose. Swinging her hips to the left, she stuck her chest out and smiled. Elizabeth felt oddly fulfilled watching Fisk's face turn red, and decided to try a more serious position. Placing her hand on her thighs, she bent forward and shook her ass in his general direction.
Jenna then walked up to Fisk. "You seem very pleased with the lingerie set she picked out," she pointed out, gesturing to his crotch. "I know you will make her very happy tonight."
Elizabeth felt silent outrage when she saw Jenna bring her hand to Fisk's crotch and softly caress what appeared to be a bulging erection through his pants. As if petting a hamster, Jenna continued to stroke the fullness between his thighs.
Outraged, Elizabeth couldn't believe Jenna was actually rubbing the erection she had created! No, no, no! This simply wouldn't do! Jenna had nothing to do with that erection, yet there she stood, fondling it like she owned it.
"Fisk doesn't like being touched by anyone but me," Elizabeth fibbed. "He and I are getting married next month and I won't have some floozy trying to take my man from me."
Both Fisk and Jenna were shocked, mostly Fisk. He had never would have guessed Elizabeth would get so hostile toward another woman, let alone lie about them getting married. Jenna immediately pulled her hand away. Good manners and grace were very important to her and she was embarrassed to have violated that principle.
"My deepest apologies," she said to Fisk. "It was my mistake. I will leave you two alone now." Then, she walked off to the front of the store.
"We're getting married next month?" Fisk asked Elizabeth.
Elizabeth blushed. "Yeah, I just said that because I didn't want her messing around with you." she said.
Fisk shrugged and didn't ask Elizabeth about the lie she told after they left the store with the lingerie she had tried on. Fisk looked over at Elizabeth with a smile and pulled her close. Elizabeth put her arm around his waist and smiled, she knew Fisk was going to ask her to be his girlfriend, but that happy feeling faded when she saw her ex-husband watching them from within a book store.
David gave her a nasty look as they walked by, and it frightened Elizabeth, but Fisk pulled her even closer to him. He as well had seen David and wasn't about to let that cheater get anywhere near his woman.
The drive back to Fisk's house was a quiet one. The day had been a little crazy. First off, Fisk had been teased by that floozy—Jenna. Second thing was that Elizabeth had lied saying she was going to tie the knot with Fisk. And the third thing was that David had begun to stock and follow Elizabeth after her divorce.
Later that night, Fisk sat in the living room on the couch, facing the front door. He figured David would try something hostile next, so he armed himself with his trusty .44 magnum. Elizabeth walked in and sat beside him on the couch. She seemed almost relaxed by the sight of Fisk holding his gun.
"Fisk, do you love?" she asked him without any warning.
Fisk looked at her. His mouth became dry as he said the one word that came to his mind. "Yes."
Elizabeth edged a bit closer to him. "Then do you want me to be your girlfriend, Fisk?" She asked softly.
Fisk then ran his fingers across her golden hair. "I always loved you, Elizabeth! You are my woman now." He replied.
Elizabeth's eyes began to tear up as her heart beat a million times faster. Fisk then put his weapon away and smiled. "Kiss me," he whispered. Elizabeth looked into Fisk's eyes and then closed her own as they slowly pressed their lips together. They were kissing! Her right arm wrapped itself around his head and drew him closer, tighter into the kiss.
During this time, Fisk's hand traveled down to her skirt. She felt the fingers of his right hand digging at her clit through the skirt and bucked her hips toward it. It didn't take any thought on her part at all for the next thing to happen. She did it like they had been lovers for a long time. Her legs parted to give better access. As her legs splayed open, her skirt rode up. Elizabeth felt so naughty letting Fisk touch like this and it turned her on.
Time to see if I can get that tent to come back. She thought to herself and reached for the hem of the skirt, pulling it higher still until his fingers were no longer touching its fabric.
Fisk then pulled out of the kiss and looked down at his crotch. And sure enough, there was a huge tent growing in his jeans. Elizabeth then reached for his zipper to free his crotch from its prison, but before she could, his cell phone rang. Fisk answered it and he became very.
"I have to leave now, something just came up," he said, and headed to the bedroom to pack.
Elizabeth sighed in disappointment. It wasn't fair that their special moment had been ruined with Fisk having to be called to do some work overseas, but she knew that Fisk would come back, and she would wait for him until he returned. After all, who doesn't say that great thing are worth waiting for?