"Huh? Sorry?" Watching the younger CSI walk ahead of her was certainly a distraction. Sara wore a black body hugging top, faded jeans and boots. How does she do it? Only she can have the rugged look look so sexy and hot.
"Mine okay?" Sara turned to Catherine and said it slowly with one eyebrow cocked up.
Catherine stopped in her tracks seeing that the brunette turned around to face her fully. Damn, she caught me checking her out!
"Umm, yours is great. Really, really great.…" Catherine couldn't keep eye contact with the brunette for long, who stood there with her trademark smile.Why ask me if her ass is okay? Of course it is! Nice, tight, round, sways like a perfect pendulum connected to legs that goes on forever.
Sara fishes out her keys from her back pocket. "Okay, we'll ride on mine."
"Oh, that." Catherine tried to suppress her smile. That'll be the day when I ride her.
"Why?" Sara asked as they put both of their kits at the back of her truck.
"Why what?" Catherine asked as they both got in.
Sara turned to Catherine as she started the engine. "What did you think I meant when I asked if mine was okay?"
"Nothing. It's nothing." I can't tell you that I think you're hotter than the Gobi desert.
"Come on, Catherine. It's just us in here."
"Hell, you're the psychic. What is this?" Catherine tries to pull and buckle her seatbelt.
Sara leans over, "lemme do it." She reaches out the top of the seatbelt with her left hand and very slowly pulls it down crossing it over Catherine's chest. Brushing her slightly. Catherine could feel Sara's breathing as their faces were inches away from each other. Her mind went into overdrive, hot momma, save me from the pits of hell!
"Click." The sound of the seatbelt brought her back to reality.
"How's that?" Sara asked whispering. Still very close to Catherine.
"That was…" definitely erotic, sexy, a turn on… "That was…nice. Umm, thanks. It's nice and snug." Catherine still could feel her breathing rise. Oh, shit. I think I'm about to…
"Good. Now that you're bucked up, let's hit the road." Sara drives out of the parking lot. "Oh, yeah," she adds with a mischievous grin, "I don't mind you checking me out."
"What?" Catherine could feel the blood rise in her head.
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Catherine processed the body while Sara collected evidence. She tried hard to concentrate on the body but every so often she would sneak a peek at the younger CSI who was mostly bending looking for any evidence on the desert sand that she could bag.
Look at her bend again. Nice, nice ass. Love it. Bend, bend, bend some more…yes! Black underwear, third sighting tonight. Two more bendings I'll reach my goal of five. How lucky can I get? With the moon shining, she looks like a goddess in faded jeans. With the flashlight as her torch. Hmmm. What if….
"Catherine? Hey Catherine."
"Huh? I'm sorry, David. I was…I was distracted for a moment." Catherine could feel her heart beat wildly of embarrassment being caught. Oh god, concentrate damn it!
The young coroner gives an understanding smile, "that's okay, Catherine. I sometimes find it hard to concentrate when she's around."
"What?"
He gestures towards the brunette, who was bending again. "her, Sara."
"I ummm.. I don't know what you're talking about, David." Catherine wished she could trade places dead body.
"She's beautiful, isn't she? Only a fool wouldn't notice, don't matter if you're male or female. She's…just beautiful." David looks at the body in front of him, "now this guy's a fool for missing his chance to look at her."
"David, that's gross."
David picks the dead man's arm up, "Well, looks like he's been dead for more than twenty four hours. I'd say a day and a half, judging by the rigor mortis. Liver temp would be inaccurate since he's been in the sun too long. You know what I like about Sara? She doesn't know how stunning she is. Anyway, I think this guy's an alcoholic. We'll know for sure when we check his liver." He drops the arm, and turns towards Sara, "wow, look at her in action."
"David!" Catherine didn't know if she should scold him or be amused.
"Sorry, you're right. She's a distraction." He gets up, "I'll have them take the body."
Catherine who was still squatting, flashed her light at the dead man's face, "your luck ran out, dude."
"Are you trying to prove that the saying 'dead men don't talk is false'?" Sara was right next to her standing with sealed plastics and envelopes bulging from her vest.
"Huh?" Catherine looks up startled. Wow, she's still stunning from this angle. She stands up to dust her pants. Oh shit, a head rush! She got up feeling dizzy and swayed a bit.
"Hey, I got you." Sara was quick to wrap her arm around her waist steadying her. "You okay, Catherine?"
Catherine closes her eyes, I'm okay now. "Just a bit light headed."
"Well," Sara smiled, still holding her steady, "I didn't know I had that effect on people."
"Yeah, right. Part of your psychic abilities." Catherine chuckled, "I'm okay, Sara thanks."
She picks up her kit and faces the brunette who was still smiling at her. God, she is lovely. "I'll… I'll meet you back at the truck."
"Okay, gotta get my stuff." Sara walks to where she left her kit.
Catherine nears the truck and was met by a smiling David, "wow, Catherine. I could never get away with what you just did with Sara. Very, very positively creative."
"What? I didn't do it on purpose, David!" She was left there standing open mouthed.
"Yeah, right, Catherine. That was good." David walked away with a chuckle.
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