Their meal ended without further incident, and he walked her back inside, while the many men returned to clear their lunch. She headed for the door, but he grabbed her hand. "Wait!" he said. "I have something to show you." Not releasing her hand, he led the way to his desk and had her sit in his chair. He leaned over her to wake up his computer, while also taking another peek at her cleavage.
She allowed herself to enjoy his manly scent as he leaned over her. She closed her eyes and inhaled. When she opened them, the screen was bright and displaying footage of the daycare center.
"I have been checking in on the boys from time to time," he said as if watching her kids were the most natural thing in the world for him. "I thought you might want to see how they're adjusting." He pulled up the infant room and zoomed in on Elijah, in the middle of a nap.
"Ooh," she cooed, her hand covering her heart. She was glad to see her baby was okay without her. She was a little more concerned about Michael, though.
Reading her mind, though not literally this time, Steve switched to the toddler room and flipped through a couple of camera views until he found Michael. He zoomed in, and Laura beamed.
He was playing with another little boy, and he was completely at ease. He was even laughing. She watched him play for a minute, and Steve watched her watching.
He leaned down a little closer. "Now, I can't give you my access codes to the security cameras, because that's a pretty major breach of a lot of company policies, but anytime you need to see them, Sweetums, just ask."
"Thank you, Steve," she said, her eyes locked on the screen. "I really needed this."
"Take your time, Laura Lee," he stood back up, and she relaxed, getting some distance between them. Only then, he started to massage her shoulders. She knew that he'd stop if she asked him to, and she knew that she should stop him, but it felt so good to have someone try to take care of her again. She found herself leaning back into him. She uncrossed her legs and spread them slightly, out of sight, under his desk. Maybe she should just give in. Maybe she should just do something for herself for the first time in five years. Heck, she could just use him for his body, if she wanted to. He certainly deserved it.
Just as she was contemplating her options, someone tried to turn the doorknob. Laura jumped, immediately re-crossing her legs, but Steve kept massaging her. "It's locked, my pet," he whispered.
"Mr. U?" Richard called through the door.
"Use the intercom, Richard," Steve ordered, still not stopping his massage.
"Mr. U?" Richard said through the intercom.
"Could you hit that blue button for me, Sweetheart?" he asked, refusing to stop what he was doing until she asked him to. He kneaded the knots in her upper back, disappointed that he found so many. He just wanted to relieve her stresses anyway that she'd allow him to.
She reached forward and pushed the button, though she was starting to feel like an exhibitionist. The one-way glass wasn't helping. An innocent shoulder massage was just that, innocent, but could your ex-boyfriend, ex-fiancé really, and current boss give you an innocent shoulder massage? Her face flushed as she watched the interns hard at work while she sat there being pleasured by Steve.
"What's up, Richard?" he asked once the line was open.
"I just wanted to remind you that you have that meeting with the VP's in fifteen minutes."
Thank God! Laura thought as his hands left her shoulders. It was not that she wasn't enjoying it. She just wasn't sure she should be enjoying it. She thought the decision she had to make between Stefan and Steve was the most confusing thing she'd ever experience. However, now as she sat trying to decide whether she loved, liked, hated, or wanted to screw Steve, she thought it might be best to just avoid the situation until her feelings were clearer. She was glad to have a distraction.
"We should let the interns set up for the meeting." He pressed the blue button, closing the line, and walked away from her to unlock the door.
The rest of their day was uneventful. All of their meetings went well. All parties were very professional, though she caught several men, many of whom were older than her and Steve combined, ogling her in her skirt. Thankfully, Steve didn't seem to notice.
At five o'clock, their day ended, and he turned to her, "You survived!"
She smiled. "I did! It was rough, and I am exhausted, but all in all, I think it was a decent day."
"It was a fantastic day," he countered. He walked to where she was standing, leaning against the conference table. He stood in front of her. He wanted to just throw her up on the table and hump her until she couldn't walk straight, but he knew better. He knew that seducing Laura Winslow was a waiting game. That girl couldn't be convinced to do anything she didn't want to do, so he had to make her want to. He stood, staring at her intensely, daring her to give him a sign.
He was mere inches from her, and while she enjoyed the fact that she was off the clock, so anything she did now wouldn't make her a whore, she realized that being off the clock meant that she had to go get her kids. "Michael and Elijah are waiting for me, Steve." She stepped to the side, sliding out from her tight position.
"I'll go with you," he said cheerfully, accepting that he didn't get a sign today.
"No, Steve, you can't do that," she said.
"Why not?" he challenged. "I didn't really get the chance to meet them this morning. I'd very much like to, Laura."
Laura sighed, not sure how far she was willing to take their "friendship" at work. If he walked her to and from daycare every day, which was obviously his plan, people would talk. Did she care if people talked about them? If she knew that she wasn't sleeping with him, wasn't that enough? What if she started sleeping with him? She found herself considering it more and more. Then those rumors would just be slightly ahead of the truth.
After a long moment, she decided she was overthinking it. He was her friend. He wanted to get to know her kids. There was nothing unreasonable about that. "Ok," she relented, "but you better be on your best behavior in that elevator, Mister."
My, my, my. The playful banter was back! "Remember, it's 'Doctor' now, Ms. Winslow," he teased.
She shook her head at him. "C'mon, Steve," she said, rolling her eyes.
She grabbed her stuff from the desk and said goodnight to the interns, knowing full well that every single one of them noticed that she and Steve left together.
They stepped in the elevator, and Steve made an attempt to move behind her again. "No," she said stopping him. "I meant it, Steve. Other side of the elevator, please." When he made no move, she gave him her mean look. "Now," she ordered.
He raised his eyebrows but complied. Was that her Mom voice? He found himself oddly turned on by that. Working with Laura was going to give him super strength in his right arm, he realized.
They rode the elevator in silence, and they could have cut the sexual tension with a knife. What was it about elevators? Laura was very relieved when the doors opened, both to be away from the elevator and to be on her way to pick up her children. She practically ran to the daycare center.
When she and Steve walked in, everyone turned again. They'll get used to it, eventually, Laura thought.
Immediately, Jenna walked up to greet them, "Hidy-ho, Dr. Urkel! Hello, Ms. Winslow."
Laura's brow furrowed, suddenly convinced that every woman in this office wanted Steve, which was very Twilight Zone. She glanced around the room and found that many of the young women were fixing their hair or even bending over. Was she reading too much into all of this? Her mind flashed back to all those tabloids that covered the billionaire bachelor, Steve Urkel. Huh. Maybe Steve being sexy wasn't just a secret she shared with Myra anymore. Subconsciously, she stepped closer to him.
Steve jumped slightly as her hand brushed his hip. Was she about to put her arm around him? He was disappointed as her hand fell back to her side. Oh, what the heck. Taking her hint, he put an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. She allowed herself to be pulled into him, and she turned toward him slightly. Her breasts brushed his ribcage. He rubbed her arm and waited for Laura to speak, but when she didn't, Jenna did.
"Are you here for Michael and Elijah?" she asked, her mood dampening.
"Huh?" Laura was legitimately distracted by Steve's touch. She wasn't just trying to torture the women in the room who were after her man… Not that he was, in any way, her man. "Oh, um. Yes," she smiled, a little embarrassed.
"Ok," Jenna and a couple of the other ladies went to gather the boys.
Steve released Laura, hoping to make a better impression on Michael than he would if his hands were all over his mom. He reached out and slipped her purse off her shoulder and onto his own.
"Oh, you don't have to do that," she said, crossing her arms protectively, disappointed to be without his touch.
"I don't mind, Sweetums," he assured her.
"I know, but if Michael had a good day, he'll be happy to walk. I'll have an arm free."
"Won't you want to hold his hand in scary office buildings and parking structures?"
"Well, yeah, but I can do that and carry stuff, Steve."
"I'm sure you can. If I hadn't been there this morning, I'm sure you would have gotten here just fine on your own, but if I can make your life a little easier, Sweetums, I'm going to."
She nodded and reminded herself that sometimes it was impossible to deny Steve's help. "Thank you, Steve."
"No sweat, my pet," he grinned.
"Mommy!" she heard Michael yell as he ran out of the toddler room. She went to bend to lift him, but minding her skirt, she squatted, instead.
Steve couldn't help but watch as her butt strained against her tight skirt. Yowza!
She took Michael into her arms and squeezed him tightly. Standing back up, she held him for a moment. She felt like herself again with her baby in her arms. "So, how was your day, Mikey? Did you have fun?"
"Yeah," he said, looking shyly at Steve.
"What did you do all day?"
"Played," he answered, hugging her a little tighter, still staring at Steve.
"So are you excited to come back tomorrow?"
"Yeah."
Laura noticed the way he was fixated on Steve and figured there was no better time than the present. "Good, Baby. I'm glad. Hey, do you want to meet one of Mommy's best friends in the entire world?" she asked brightly.
"Yeah," he said tightening his grip again.
She took a few steps closer to Steve and faced him. "This is Uncle Steve, Michael. You remember him from the pictures?"
"Yeah," he said.
"And from this morning?"
"Yeah," he started to play with her necklace, looking away from Steve shyly.
Laura nodded and smiled at Steve. She gestured toward Michael with her head, encouraging him to say something.
Steve took a deep breath. He was very nervous about this for some reason. He was always good with kids - they were some of the only people in the world who liked him - but this was different. He had every intention of becoming this kid's father. How do you introduce yourself to your future son?
"Hi, Michael," Steve said brightly, waving enthusiastically. "It's nice to meet you."
Michael stayed silent. Laura whispered, "Hey, what do you say?"
"It's nice to meet you, too," he mumbled.
Laura looked at Steve apologetically, but he didn't seem flustered at all.
He was flustered, but he didn't look it to her. He carefully concealed it so she would see what a good dad he could be. "Hey, Michael, I got you a present to celebrate your first day at daycare." He felt no shame in buying his love.
Laura raised an eyebrow, "You did?"
Michael finally looked up at Steve again, and Steve pulled a tiny box out of his pocket. It was wrapped and everything. He handed it to Michael.
Michael unwrapped it excitedly to find a little toy car. "Coooool," he said.
Laura relaxed when she saw what it was. She was afraid Steve had bought something extravagant. A toy car she could deal with. "What do you say?" she prodded again, carefully setting him down.
Steve was crouched to pick up the wrapping paper; and Michael rushed over to give him a one-handed side hug, knocking him down.
"Oof," Steve said as he hit the ground.
"Thank you, Uncle Steve." Michael got on all fours and started to drive the little car around the room as they waited for Elijah.
Laura looked at Steve. "Thank you, Steve. That was very sweet."
Steve smiled as he stood. "Don't be too touched by it, Sweetums. I'm just… investing in my future."
She rolled her eyes. "It was still very nice."
"I'm glad you think so," he turned as Elijah was being brought out. "The rest of the presents are already in your car."
Laura whipped her head around to him, but Eli was quickly thrust into her arms, along with a diaper bag. She struggled with them both, but Steve removed the diaper bag and slipped it over his own shoulder, along with her purse.
She exhaled, knowing there was no point in arguing over the presents if he already had them in her car, though she was a little concerned about how he had gotten them there.
They thanked the workers at the center, all of whom were far nicer to Steve than to Laura, and they walked out. Laura held Eli in his carrier and took Michael by the hand. Steve carried the bags. They slipped into Steve's private elevator, and as they rode down to the garage, Steve started talking to Michael about his house, though he was bragging just as much for Laura's benefit.
"Do you have a pool?" Michael asked.
"I sure do," Steve replied.
"Is it inside or outside?"
"Half of it's inside, half's outside," Steve said with a goofy, thoughtful look, trying to give the most accurate answer.
"Can I come over and swim in it?" he asked.
All right! Steve was doing way better than he thought he would with this kid. "Abso-tutle-utely, but your mom has to bring a swimsuit, too," he looked up at her and winked.
Laura was fine with him trying to bond with Michael, but he was taking this too far now. He couldn't make promises like that to the boys because then it was her fault when she didn't follow through, and she had no intention of going over to his house any time soon. That was just asking for trouble.
"Yay!" Michael said. He reached back to tap on Laura's leg. "When can we go, Mommy?"
"We'll see, Baby," she said, glaring at Steve.
Oh, boy. Now, what had he done? Steve was honestly having a hard time finding her boundaries, and he was starting to think it was because she had no idea where they were.
They walked out to her car, and she put the boys into their seats. When they were safely inside, and Steve had taken a moment to introduce himself to Eli, who gurgled in delight, she shut the doors. She turned to Steve and glared silently, her hands on her hips.
He waited for her to yell, but getting nothing, he just had to ask, "Ok, what'd I do?"
"We are not going to your house, Steve! That would be completely inappropriate."
"We're friends, Laura. You can come to my house, especially if you bring kids. How much more innocent can it be?"
"It's not happening, Steve," she said, suddenly exasperated. "Now, I'm gonna have to be the bad guy and tell Michael that."
"Blame me," he volunteered selflessly. "Tell him I had to drain my pool because I peed in it!"
"Why would you want me to blame you? Then he would be mad at you."
"Well, I don't want you to be the bad guy when you don't have to be. You're already the one that makes them eat vegetables. No need to add to that."
Hm. What is with this guy? She was again amazed at how quickly he was able to affect her feelings. She went from being furious with him for promising things she couldn't deliver to being deeply touched that he was more than willing to fall on the sword, even if it was a little one, all in an instant. When Stefan was around, which wasn't very much as a parent, he always let her be the bad guy. Now, she was the person who wouldn't take Michael to see Daddy, and that was way worse than vegetables.
She shook her head and said, "You know what? Don't worry about it. I'll see you tomorrow." She opened the car door, slipped in, and shut it forcefully.
Steve kicked himself for blowing it at the last second like that, but as had happened many times throughout the day, he discovered he may not have blown it at all.
Laura rolled down her window and smiled sweetly, "Thanks again, Steve, for everything." Then she backed up and drove away before he had time to respond.
That night, just after Laura had put the boys to bed, she was sitting in the kitchen talking to her parents about her day. She was finally back in a pair of jeans and a comfortable sweater. Her father was caught up on her lunch.
"He served you lobster?"
"Yes, Daddy. I said that."
"But lobster!"
"He's a billionaire, Carl," Harriette replied. "I think he can spring for some nice shellfish."
"But it was her first day! What did she do to earn lobster?"
Harriette smirked, "She wore that skirt."
Carl cringed.
Laura's face fell into her hands, and she groaned. "Ugggghhhh. Mom, c'mon. It wasn't my fault."
"Oh, Honey, I know. You can borrow something from me for tomorrow."
"I don't think much will fit me, will it?"
"We can try. Besides, you have a mom-body, now. You may be surprised."
"Mom!"
Carl started to grumble, as he stood to grab another cookie. "She puts on a short, tight skirt and gets lobster. I practically raise the kid, and I don't even get a phone call."
Laura lifted her head from her hands, looking at her dad with some sympathy. She was always surprised when her father talked about Steve that way. When Steve was here, Carl Winslow was the last person to miss Steve Urkel. Yet, when he left, he was deeply hurt. Laura noticed, but she was so caught up in her own heartbreak and trying so hard to force herself into a wedding, that she never really had time to care. Now, as her friendship with Steve was on the mend, and her relationship with Stefan was completely over, she was able to see her father's pain a little more clearly. Steve pestered him for years, but he was like a father to Steve, and he opened his home to him. Then one day, he left. Steve never said goodbye. He never called. He never left an address. He just disappeared. Carl spent the first few months expecting him to come back. He spent the next few expecting him to at least contact him. Then he started to get a little miffed, which he used to cover the fact that he was actually quite hurt. In fact, the only person, other than Laura, who seemed more upset by Steve's disappearance than Carl was her grandmother. That made sense. They were close, but her father reacting the way he did really surprised her.
"Oh, Carl. Not this again," Harriette said. "Laura broke his heart, and he left. What did you expect to happen when they started dating?"
Ouch. Laura looked down at the lines in the table. She had never told anyone what really happened between her and Steve. At first, it was too hard. Then she wanted to make sure that Stefan never found out that he was her second choice. Now, though she had no reason to let them continue to blame her, she didn't want to drudge up the past. She sat in silence.
"That. I expected that," Carl conceded, sitting back down, "but I expected he'd come back eventually."
"I know you did, Carl." Harriette grabbed his hand and squeezed.
"Instead, we see him on the news. He's the first student in space. He's the youngest person to ever finish a PhD at MIT. He invented this. He invented that. He's a billionaire. Where's my lobster, Harriette?"
Laura interrupted, and she was a little meaner than she intended to be, "You never even liked him, Daddy. What do you care?"
Carl turned to her. She knew that wasn't true. She knew he liked Steve. He loved him a lot like a son. He just bugged him.
"I thought he cared about all of us, Laura. I thought he wanted to be an honorary Winslow, but then you hurt him, and he left. What does that say to you? It tells me that it was never about any of the rest of us. It tells me that I took years off my life not for a neglected kid who needed a little love, but a horny teenager who was only ever interested in my daughter."
Wow, he really was hurt. "That's too harsh, Daddy. You were like a father to Steve. Everything he is, he owes to this family. He knows that."
Carl shook his head. "He's got a funny way of showin' it. He's been back in Chicago for months now. He knows where the house is. It didn't move."
There was a knock at the back door. Harriette stood to get it, knowing that Laura and Carl were in a heated conversation, though they both went silent when they heard the door. Harriette opened it to a man whose face was covered in boxes and whose arms were covered in shopping bags.
"I have a delivery for Laura Wilson."
"Do you mean 'Winslow'?" Harriette asked, searching for his eyes through the mess.
"Yes! Winslow. That's right. Laurie Winslow."
"Laura Winslow."
"Maybe."
Laura stood. "I'm Laura Winslow," she said, approaching the door, "but I didn't order anything."
"Oh, no. This is a gift," the man replied.
Laura recognized the names of some of the nicest clothing stores and boutiques downtown on the bags and boxes. It suddenly became very clear where this delivery came from. She and Harriette reached for some of the bags and boxes, piling them up on the table. The delivery man followed suit and set the rest down. He turned to Laura.
"Oh, no! I don't have any cash. I am so sorry. Umm… How about a cookie? They're store-bought, but–"
"Oh, no. Don't worry. I wouldn't accept your tip. You're Dr. Urkel's new assistant, right?"
Laura nodded.
"He speaks very highly of you. My name is Maven Stork. I've been his driver for several years now." He held out his hand.
Laura extended hers, and they shook. "Oh, nice to meet you."
"You and I will likely be spending a lot of time together, so I hope you're nice."
She laughed, "I try to be."
He turned to head out. "Good. I'm sure I'll be seeing you soon then, Laurie."
Laura realized that Maven was a little older than most of Steve's employees, so she decided to let the name thing go.
He paused in the doorway. "Oh, and Dr. Urkel made me promise not to look in the big, black bag and to tell you I didn't peek. I don't know what's in it, but it must be good," he winked. He gently closed the door behind him.
Laura furrowed her brow and walked over to the bag he referred to. She opened it slowly and gasped. "Oh!"
"What is it?" Harriette asked, a little concerned.
Laura had no idea how to answer that question. "Umm… Can I plead the fifth?"
Harriette walked up to Laura and took the bag from her. She opened it to find a wide variety of panties and bras, though they were all rather risqué. Humph. "Laura Winslow," she scolded, "you better have a good reason that your boss is buying your undergarments."
She blushed.
"Undergarments?" Carl barked.
"He's not really my boss, Mom," Laura began, ignoring her father's reaction, "He's my… Steve."
"Your Steve?"
"Well, yeah. I told him about the clothing problems I was having, and he… helped… in his own way. If he were really my boss, I never would have told him, so he never would have… but he's not really my boss. He's my…"
"Steve?" Harriette finished for her, returning the bag to the kitchen table.
"Yeah," Laura mumbled.
"Laura," her mother said, seriously concerned. "Are you sleeping with Steve?"
Carl started to choke on his cookie.
Laura looked at him with understanding. What a terrible conversation for him to have to sit through. "No, Mom," she promised.
"Because things aren't that bad. There's no reason to…"
"I'm not Mom. Things have been intense between me and Steve the last couple of days, but we haven't…" she trailed off. "And I don't plan to. I have the boys now, and he has… billions of dollars. It's all just too complicated."
"Do you still have feelings for him, Laura?" her dad asked with concern, having recovered from his cookie incident.
"I don't know," she answered honestly. "I still… find him attractive, but I don't know if I still…"
Carl and Harriette appreciated her honesty. Laura wasn't always the most forthcoming, especially when something was hurting her pride, and this whole situation definitely was. They sensed her confusion and realized they wouldn't be able to get any answers out of her she didn't know herself. Harriette decided to lighten the mood a little, though the answer to her question was still very important.
"So," she began, "why the heck did he buy you lingerie?"
"Lingerie?!" Carl said, again surprised.
Laura again ignored him. She buried her face in her hands again and leaned onto the table. "I so don't know, Mom. He has been very clear about his feelings, but honestly, this seems a little forward for him."
"All of this stuff isn't underwear, is it?" Carl asked, his face tightly scrunched.
Harriette picked a box at random. "No," she answered. "This one is a killer pantsuit."
Carl opened another. "Oh, I found a very professional skirt/blazer combo."
"Guuuuys," Laura whined. "C'mon. I can't keep this stuff. Please, don't torture me."
"Can't keep it? Why not? It's free!" Carl encouraged.
"It's not free, Daddy. Steve had to pay for it."
"So what? Like your mother said about the lobster, he can afford it."
"Mom?" Laura looked to her mother, thinking she would back her up.
"Personally, I don't see a problem with you keeping it."
"Really?" Laura asked.
"Well, Laura, you do need new clothes. It's kind of like he's providing you with a uniform. Except the underwear. Give that back."
Laura stared for a moment at the table full of clothes. She didn't see herself with many other options. She could always pay him back later.
"Jackpot!" Carl shouted, before the ladies shushed him. "Sorry," he whispered, remembering the grandkids, "but I found jewelry." He flashed a rose gold bracelet at Laura.
Oh, wow. She scolded herself internally for being so materialistic, but… Wow.
Laura stood to grab her new things from the table. "I'm gonna have to write a killer thank-you note for this." She managed to gather half of it in her arms, and her father grabbed the rest.
As they carried the stuff upstairs, he said, "Ha! For all this stuff, you're gonna have to marry him."
If only…
Steve went home that night to his big empty house and sat on his deck for a while. He stared out at Lake Michigan. That was one of his favorite parts about having money. He didn't care how big or fancy his house was, though it was a good investment. He liked being able to afford a house just outside of Chicago on the massive lake. He liked to look at it when he was feeling blue, which was often up until he received that note from Laura.
Now, he looked at the lake with a new vigor. He looked at everything with a new vigor. He had a goal in life again. He had inspiration. He had a muse…
He bought a boat… that night. He looked down at the lake, thought about what Laura would like, made a few calls, and a boat was scheduled to arrive on Saturday. Feeling like he accomplished something, he trotted up the stairs to go to bed.
He had spent much of the evening in a lingerie shop thinking about his lady love. When he finally got to bed, he couldn't resist the temptation. He stripped down to his birthday suit and slipped into his comfortable California King. He turned off the lights with his voice control and turned on some light jazz. Having set the mood, he started to think about his new boat and her new underwear.
He slipped his hand under the sheets and got to work.
He was standing with her, at the edge of his new yacht. She was wearing a tight, low-cut, red dress. He had his arm around her waist, and he was caressing her hip.
He smiled at her. "You look ravishing tonight, my love."
She looked away shyly. "Thank you, Steve."
"Do you know what I want to do to you?" he whispered in her ear.
He felt her body shudder. She shook her head, her hair blowing in the breeze.
He moved his hand to squeeze her firm butt. "I want to make you mine," he growled.
She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck. He pulled at her butt to force her pelvis to press against his harder, to push her up against his hard member.
"I already am yours," she purred.
"Then prove it," he challenged.
She reached behind her and undid the zipper on her dress. She let it fall to the deck of the boat, and she stood before him, illuminated only by moonlight, wearing a lacy, red thong and a matching, see-through bra. Her heaving breasts nearly fell out of it. She walked up to him again and pressed her nearly nude body against him. His arms fell back around her and landed on her butt, again. Now, he could massage her bare cheeks.
"I'm wearing the lingerie you bought me. I'm alone with you on your boat. Your big hands are on my booty. I am yours, Steve Urkel," she whispered.
"You're mine, Laura," he repeated aloud, stroking hard. "Show me your breasts."
She quickly undid her bra and exposed her breasts for him. He moved his hands up to knead them. She moaned for him. "They're yours now, Steve. My tits are all yours."
He moved down and started to suck on her nipples. She stroked his head and pulled him close, encouragingly. He slid her thong to the side and slipped a finger inside of her.
She was already wet for him. "Who does this belong to?" he purred.
"Mmmm… Youuuuu…" she cooed.
"You're never gonna let some other guy touch it again?"
"No, Steve. It's yours. I'm yours."
"Good girl," he whispered, pushing a second finger inside her as she gasped.
"Good girl. Good girl," he growled and stroked.
She started to whimper for him. "Can we go inside? I'm ready for you, Steve."
He pumped his fingers in and out of her. "No," he said firmly. He pulled his fingers out of her and led her by the hand to the captain's seat. He sat down and pulled his manhood out of his pants. "Ride me, Laura," he ordered.
She smiled at him and climbed into his lap. She left her panties on and slid them to the side as she sat down on his hard cock. She moved slowly, but he grew impatient and pushed her all the way down on him.
He growled, "Yeeeeeeeeeessssssss…"
"Oooo," she whimpered, taking him all at once. "You're so big."
He stroked her back for a moment while she adjusted.
"Bounce on me, Pet. Bounce in my lap."
Laura started to move up and down on his manhood, and he watched her tits jiggle with every bounce. She started to bounce faster on him and…
Steve came suddenly, all over his sheets. Darn. Now he'd have to wash them. It could wait until morning, he acknowledged, and he drifted off to nappyland, excited to see what good luck tomorrow would bring.