"What!?" Laura shrieked and bolted off the couch. She did a 360 degree turn and eyed the door again. Being provacative online was a lot different from playing the role in person! She looked down at her lingerie clad body and then at the sweat pants across the room. She couldn't possibly open the door in her underwear...then again.
Laura took a few deep breaths to calm herself and headed for the door. If this wasn't him, the person on the other side of the door would get a big surprise. Laura slowly pulled the heavy steel door back and leaned against it.
Laura smiled provocatively. "Hello Chameleon. What brings you to my door at such a late hour?"
"You Fandancer. I brought you a gift," Remington smiled and closed the door behind him. He pulled two ornate fans from behind his back and handed them to Laura.
"What's this? These are beautiful," Laura gasped. "Where'd you get them?"
"Seville, Spain. I saw them and they were too unusual not to buy. Considering your...hidden talents," Remington smiled wickedly. "I'm glad I purchased them."
Laura took the fans, put one in front of her bra and the other in front of her panties. She spun around on the tips of her toes and gyrated slowly in front of him.
Remington watched intently as Laura did a spontaneous dance with her new fans. Her pulse quickened as she spun around front of him. Somehow dancing for him, was more dangerous than her dance years ago in Acapulco for Wilson and his co-workers. The deep, smoldering look that Remington gave her now caused her senses to reel. Wilson and his friends had never made her feel nervous as she danced. Sure most of them were looking at her with desire, but none came close to the level of intensity that Remington exuded. It was exciting, yet frightening.
Without warning, her observer grabbed her hands and raised them over her head. Laura stopped moving and looked in his eyes.
Her breath caught in her throat. "You don't like the dance?"
"On the contrary, I liked it very much," Remington said as he took the fans from her hands and tossed them on a nearby chair.
"I uh, never asked you how you got here so fast?" Laura stalled. "We were just online and now you're here."
Remington closed the distance between them, stopping inches from her. He stood there, looking at her. Laura's skin tingled, it always did when he looked at her like that.
Remington raised his right hand and slid his index finger down the side of her face. "Thank Mr. Bartholomew." He outlined the top of her bra with his finger before Laura remembered how to talk again.
"Mr...Bartholomew?" Laura shuddered.
"Mmm Hmm. I was downstairs at Mr. Bartholomew's the whole time. He was thrilled I stopped by, couldn't wait to read his latest piece to me. Funny how he's turned in to quite the writer over the years. Nice man, once you get past the stiff exterior," Remington slowly slid Laura's bra strap down her arm. "His internet connection is most impressive."
"I...I can't believe you were downstairs all this time. You really are full of surprises Chameleon,"
His hooded gaze traveled the length of her. "I'm just getting started Fandancer," Holding the back of Laura's head firmly, he pulled her to him. He kissed thoroughly and with a passion that left Laura's lips numb. In seconds, her arms wrapped around his neck, her ardo matching his with equal intensity. Grabbing Laura's rear end, Remington molded her against him. His excitement more than evident, caused her body to go liquid inside.
Kissing Laura at just the right point on her neck, always caused her knees to go weak; Remington smiled triumphantly when he felt her legs give way. Quickly, he picked her up, immediately her legs went around his middle and her arms around his neck. He rocked her in time to the music wafting through her loft while she laughed with surprise.
"This is new," Laura said excitedly.
"Didn't think I could loosen up eh?"
Laura moaned as he ground his middle against hers. "I stand corrected," she said breathlessly. "Just what else can you do that I've never seen?"
Remington whispered into her ear. "I can't give all my secrets away, now can I darling?"
His warm breath blowing in her ear caused Laura to gasp. Goosebumps appeared on her already sensitive skin.
"That reminds me..." Remington whispered, moving them toward the couch. He eased Laura gently onto the cushions before kneeling down on the floor beside it. He saw the plate on the table. Eyeing her devilishly, he picked up a grape. "Now, where were we?"
Remington rolled the grape slowly over her neck and across her bra. He lingered over her nipples and was rewarded with the moans that immediately escaped her lips. Moving the grape, he repeated the action with his tongue. He could feel Laura through the thin lace and he smiled. The sensation was heady. He resumed his exploration; lowering the grape slowly down her stomach and into her panties. When he his fingers and the grape dissapeared from sight, Laura's body arched off the couch. After a few seconds his fingers and the grape reappeared and Laura opened her eyes and their gazes met and held.
Remington slowly put the grape in his mouth and smiled. "Delicious."
Laura grabbed his head and pulled him down until their mouths met. She kissed him with what she hoped, was enough longing and passion to relay just how she was feeling. She tasted remnants of the grape and her scent on his tongue and it was her undoing.
Suddenly, Laura lunged, knocking Remington backwards and landed on top of him. She didn't give him time to recover as she immediately began assaulting him with her hands and lips. Running her hands over his body, she unbuttoned his shirt. When her task was complete, her hands roamed over the expanse of his chest, then lower to his chiseled stomach. Without warning, Laura molded her hand against him. Remington almost came off the couch.
"You could kill a man like that," he growled.
"Mmm, but what a way to go," Laura said wickedly.
Not to be outdone Remington's hand slid Laura's panties out the way and he tortured her most sensitve spot relentlessly with his thumb. Laura's head tilted back as she was invaded by his ministrations and the torrential feelings he was envoking. In minutes, Remington had Laura delirious and completely out of control. Her legs were clamped around his middle like vice grips; he thought his ribs would snap. He didn't care. Laura's moans and screams of passion more than made up for the lack of air in his lungs.
"So, is this better than paperwork?" Remington breathed.
He had to repeat himself twice because Laura was beyond hearing him. Finally she heard the question and shook her head violently because words failed her.
"I can't hear you," Remington persisted.
"Yes, Yes, Yes!" Laura finally screamed at him.
"I'll take that as a yes," Remington said as Laura shuddered and her body spasmed above him.
She went completely still for a few seconds before collapsing against him. He felt her heart beat drumming against his chest and her ragged breathing as she fought to get herself under control.
"You're...a wicked, wicked man," Laura said unevenly.
"Why thank you darling, but you should really save your observations until later,"
"Later? Laura moaned.
Remington rolled her over, stood up and pulled her up with him. He picked her up in his arms and headed toward her bed. "Yes later," he promised. "Much, much later."
THE END