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Stop; Ladies Lingerie PG-13 "First floor; ladies lingerie!” Ric grinned as the black leather seats slowly reclined. Alexis felt a flutter in her stomach. It was too soon to feel the baby so this had to be nervous anticipation. “Your seat or mine?” she asked coyly already beginning to tingle inside. “Lady’s choice,” he grinned noticing that his tie was way too tight and feeling an adolescent urge that took him back decades. When was the last time he’d “parked”? 1979? 80? Yes! The girl’s name was Susie Shingledecker and it was at a remote place off road in Aquinnah on Martha’s Vineyard. They’d gone to the movies and were about to head over to a local pizza joint when he noticed that she’d undone the top two button of her blouse – a clear indicator that she wanted more than pepperoni. “Come on over!” Alexis invited alluringly. His plan was to sail effortlessly over on top of her and pull her into a kiss. The console had other plans as he caught his knee on it and cried out in pain. “Ouch! You’re right this was a lot easier when we were kids!” He fumbled a few a seconds more, then secured his place on top of her.” “That was smooth!” she giggled. “OK,” he grinned, “Watch it! Eat your heart out Seth Lane Whitlow!” He leaned down and captured her mouth in a deep kiss dismissing coy and seductive foreplay for pure unbridled passion. Alexis could barely breathe as his mouth launched one-on-one assault, his tongue wildly sweeping deep inside the recesses of hers. She thought back to the time with Seth Whitlow and laughed inside. His awkward attempt at kissing was a far cry from what was delighting her senses now. In fact, Ric Lansing had surpassed any boy she’d ever dated and any man or lover she’d ever known. When it came to romance and raw sexuality, her husband was truly gifted. His oral prowess left her weak and she breathed in then exhaled in the form of a passionate moan as he forced her mouth open wider with his, expelling his hot passionate breath directly into hers. He paused briefly, deftly lifting her sweater over her head, discarding it carelessly in the back seat. Then, with one hand, he quickly unfastened the front hook of her bra exposing her natural physical beauty to his awaiting hungry eyes. “Aren’t…” she whispered breathlessly, “aren’t you rounding the bases a little fast?” “Rounding the bases?” he chucked kissing her neck. “Alexis, you’ve been holding out on me! You say you’ve only done this once before.” “I said I’ve only parked once,” she clarified running her tongue down the side of his jaw line, “Other things I’ve done…countless times before.” He leaned down and captured her breast in his mouth mumbling “And some things just get better and better with time … and age.” She gasped, experiencing the instant internal churning reaction of his warm, wet lips on her body and impatiently struggled with his tie and the buttons of his dress shirt. Finally freeing him, she shuddered as she felt the smooth chiseled plain of his chest melting into her soft curves and the palpitating of his heart pounding persistently in time with her own. The insatiable feasting of his mouth and lips made her quiver as it awakened familiar places inside - places reserved exclusively for Ric - boiling volcanoes threatening to erupt at any moment. Soon she felt his hand run down her arm onto her hips and travel to the top of her jeans. In one swift move they were open and his hand searched for secret places that lie beneath. “Riiic!” she groaned as his fingers found her out. “So,” he growled, his lips traveling down her stomach, “Did Whitlow make you feel like this?” “I,” she panted, trying her best to maintain control, “I said that he was … a boy!” “And?” he asked playing with her, bringing her to the brink and stopping, sending Alexis close to an intoxicating precipice and holding off just before the final free fall. She reached down and unzipped his pants not allowing him to bring her to ecstasy alone. By the time she freed him Ric needed no coaxing. “You most definitely are a man.” Laughing seductively, he crawled up and lowered his mouth on hers persistently drawing on her lips, taking in her every breath, every essence. “I can’t believe that we’re doing this here,” she marveled in a low sultry voice as he loomed above her. “Believe it baby,” he mumbled gutturally. “I’m gonna take you to places you’ve never dreamed of!” He was about to move in when they heard a tap on the side window. Alexis jumped as Ric grabbed her sweater from the back seat and then searched frantically for his pants. Thankfully, the car windows were completely steamed over so no one could see in until they were able to partially pull themselves together. The rap on the window sounded again and Ric reluctantly rolled it down only to be greeted by a bright flashlight in his eyes. “Ric?” the familiar voice asked startled. The light moved away and once he’d recovered from the blinding auras, Ric recognized the police commissioner flanked by an officer. “M-Mac?” he stuttered thoroughly embarrassed. Amused, he leaned and looked inside the car. “Alexis?” “Hello Mac,” she smiled then lowered her head and pulled her sweater up to better cover her chest. “We …um… we got a call that there was an abandoned car and the plates ran as yours,” he stifled a laugh. “Being that it was the DA’s car and I was at the station…” he was forced to turn away for a moment to regain his composure. “I know how this looks,” Ric began but Alexis cut him off. “And it is exactly as it appears,” she smiling at Ric and then leaned forward kissing him unabashedly before looking back at Mac. “Ask Felicia,” she winked. “She’ll explain the whole case to you, point by point.” Mac could feel the color rising in his cheeks and turned and dismissed the officer before grabbing his radio. “Dispatch, this is Commissioner Scorpio. That parked car incident has been resolved.” “10-4 Commissioner,” the station acknowledged.” He replaced the two-way in his coat pocket and shook his head smirking. “Do me a favor, will you?” Ric chuckled and looked at Alexis and together they laughed, “Get a room!”
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