"Oh good lord," Howie groaned, seeing the look in Dee's eyes. "What about those two?" he motioned to AJ and Liane.
"I think they can keep each other occupied. Don't you?" she whispered sweetly into his ear, her breath warm against him.
"Umm....hell yeah, I think so," Howie responded quickly. "You two.." he looked to AJ and Liane, "..are on your own I'm afraid," he half-laughed, half-apologized as he pushed Denise from his lap and stood. Before she could move he'd picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder playfully. "You two can hang here...I think we are going to go play in my suite for a bit.." he headed towards the door with Denise squealling.
"Hurry up and kiss the woman when you get there for pete's sake!" AJ groaned at his friend. "Even I can feel the tension between you two!" he chuckled as he wrapped his arms possessively around Liane and watched Howie head towards the door, Dee flashing everyone in sight with her short skirt.
AJ shook his head and looked down into Liane's smouldering eyes. "Lady, lady, what a surprise you turned out to be. I have to say," he said, as he eased her wide leotard over her shoulders, "That a wild passionate night with a librarian has never been among my many varied and creative fantasies... though Dee has me beat with her popsicles..." he kissed her shoulderblades. "But after tonight I may take to hanging around libraries..."
"I've... RENEWED your interest?" said Li with a sly grin.
"You are a CARD." said AJ.
"I could CATALOGUE your many fantasies for you... INDEX them even..."
"I could show you some fascinating tricks with my INDEX finger..." AJ said, sliding said appendage up her thigh, causing her to gasp and laugh at the same time.
"Oh, baby, you have way too many clothes on." He moaned.
"Better weed out the collection then."
"Mmmmmm..." said AJ, running his fingers through her cropped blonde hair. "I'd rather watch."
"OK..." said Liane, suddenly shy. AJ sat back, crossing his arms over his chest. Liane took off her other shoe, then reached up to take off her tights. She couldn't look at him... sliding the skirt down, she finally slid off the leotard.
"I see Denise isn't the only one who shops at Victoria's Secret." growled AJ, grabbing her hips and pulling her into his lap.
"So you're a lingerie connoisseur, are you?" said Liane, running her fingers through HIS hair, which had blonde tips.
"You could say that..." said AJ, planting kisses along her shoulder and neck.
"I've never felt this way before..." said Liane shyly.
"You've been in storage too long, lady." AJ took her leg and swung it over his waist so that she straddled him on the sofa. He ran his fingertips over her breasts and smiled when he saw the tightening under the silk. "You're gorgeous."
"I'm not very experienced," she admitted with a blush.
"Baby, I'll make you turn inside out." with one swift move he was burying his face between her breasts, cupping them in his hands. Liane arched into him.
"Mmmm...you smell fantastic," AJ sighed as his lips travelled over her skin. He turned and pushed her back onto the sofa, allowing his lips room to travel lower still, brushing sexy sweet kisses over her stomach and smiling to himself as he heard her sigh. "I must say I'm glad your friend decided to dare Howie...I was beginning to think I wasn't going to be able to get you to myself," he told her with a wicked grin.
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Howie carried a still laughing and fussing Denise down the hall of their private floor to his suite door. "Howard Dwaine..if you don't put me down this instant!!"
"Oohh...threats," he teased. "You are in no position to be demanding anything sweets," he reminded her. "Now be a dear and get the room key out of my back pocket since you're back there," he chuckled.
"What? Get it your...oh wait, never mind." Like she was really about to pass up a chance to stick her hand in Howie's back pocket? "MMMmmm...nice tush," she remarked as she slid her hand slowly into his back pocket, making sure he could feel it.
"Well, from what I can tell up here, yours isn't too bad either. Now hurry up and open that door," he swatted her butt playfully.
"OW! No fair!" she yelled as she smacked him back before slipping the key into the lock and swinging the door open. She watched as Howie kicked the door closed behind them. Placing his hands on her legs, he slowly set her down, allowing his hands and arms to bunch her skirt up around her waist.
"You know...this thing is just going to get in the way," he whispered to her. He found the button to the wrap skirt and had it undone before she could even breath, letting the material slide to the floor. "Damn," he muttered as he stepped back and allowed his eyes to rake over her from head to toe. Slowly he walked around her, taking her in.
Denise felt Howie's eyes on her and it made her giddy. "Now what?" she murmured huskily.
Howie moved closer to her, until his lips were mere centimeters from hers. "I think I have a call to make," he said as he trailed a finger along her chin. "Now stay here and be a good girl," he smiled before crossing the room and picking up the phone, leaving her flustered and agitated yet again.
Watching him cross over to the phone, Denise felt like she was going to implode. The man was going to drive her crazy. She decided payback was in order, and slowly made her way over to him. "On hold?" she asked when she noticed he wasn't speaking. He nodded his head as Denise stood in front of him, letting her single fingertip trail lightly down his chest to the waist of his pants. "You know...I think someone is a bit overdressed now," she whispered into his free ear as her slim fingers undid the snap on his slacks. Noticing that she had his undivided attention, she let her fingers trail down his chest again as she lowered herself to her knees in front of him.
At that moment his attention was drawn back to the phone as he kept an eye on her. With a grin, she looked up to him. "These have got to go," she whispered again. She took the pull of his zipper between her teeth and oh so slowly lowered it. Howie got so flustered he had a hard time talking to the room service people.
"Yes, I was wondering what types of dessert you have," he managed to spit out. "We'll take that....and a couple of those," he answered as Denise began to slowly pull his pants to his ankles. "Yes...room number? Oh..um...1202. 20 minutes? Thank you," he finished and replaced the receiver quickly, just as Denise stood back up.
AJ reached his hands around and undid the clasp fof her brassiere, letting it fall away. He began to nibble...
"Oh, dear Lord..." gasped Liane. She could feel his arousal as she straddled him and she tilted her pelvis a bit, causing him to growl. "Isn't it time," she said breathlessly as he stroked her body, "That we go to a bedroom?"
"No... I don't think so..." said AJ.
"You don't think so?" gasped Liane as he put his hands on her rump and pulled her closer.
"Beds are boring.... let's go out on the porch..."
"In the snow?!" said Liane with disbelief.
"I'll keep you warm snowangel... c'mon..."
"You're mad."
"You bet."
AJ stood her up, and slowly lowered her panties, kissing her stomach and abdomen. Liane shuddered. He wrapped her in a quilt and led her to the porch where the snow was falling fast and furious, piled over two feet on the ledge.
"Really?" she said.
"Really baby..." he slid open the door and they stepped out.
"Oh... it's beautiful." it actually wasn't that cold... maybe 30 degrees and no wind. The snow fell heavy soft and silent, frosting their hair. AJ pulled her close.
"Share your blanket?"
"Sure." He crept in with her and they held each other looking at the snow. Liane slipped her hands to the waist of his boxers and slid them down. They stood naked next to each other, snowflakes melting on their cheeks. AJ Moved backwards to a stool and sat down on it.
"C'mon..." he said, his eyes burning, "C'mon, snow angel... remember the eskimos..."
Liane, as if in a dream, settled over him, waiting a heartbeat, then simply sitting, letting him slide in. "Oh.... baby... oh, god you're so warm and soft...." They began to move together, their heat raising even as their empassioned breath blew out in clouds of steam. The rocked rhythmically, making small noises of passion. Liane threw back her head and AJ watched the snowflakes fall on her cheeks and mouth... he kissed her, tasting the snow and champagne. Soon they both exploded, bucking, right there sitting joined on the porch, in the snow, in the quilt. Afterwards they sat, foreheads together, breathing hard, still joined.
"Wow." said Liane.
"Yes." said AJ. "It's pretty cold."
"Is it?"
"Yes." AJ laughed. "Let's go take a hot hot shower baby."
"Not yet."
"Not yet?"
"First... nekkid snow angels!" with a crazy whoop Liane hopped up and threw herself naked in the snow, windmilling her arms and legs like a crazy.
"You're a crazy!" laughed AJ, "But what the hell?" he flopped down and made a snow angel next to her. "Holy shit! Let's go in now!" Laughing the ran in, shivering and hugging each other. Aftyer they closed the window they looked out at the snow angels who had definate butt-cheek impressions. "OK, that's something I've never done before!" said AJ.
"Sh-sh-sh shower." chattered Liane.
Meanwhile, Howie turned after hanging up the phone.
"Damn woman, what are you trying to do to me, huh?" he asked with a burning look in his eyes.
"Payback's a bitch," she smiled innocently before turning away from him.
Howie decided he couldn't take it any more. To hell with seeing who could hold out the longest he thought as he grabbed her arm and pulled her back. "And just where are you going?" he asked as he starred at her for a moment before giving in and placing his lips to hers in a steamy kiss. He slid his hands up her back and unclasped her bra as he felt her arms snake around his neck and her hands carefully remove the band from his hair.
"Whew," she sighed, breathless from finally being kissed. "I win!" she giggled, smiling victoriously up at him. "And to answer your question - after a kiss like that, I don't think I'm going anywhere. I think I'll just stay for a while..." she trailed off.
"No complaints here baby," he answered her smuggly. "But you just won round one little girl," he told her with a squarely cocked eyebrow just as there was a knock at the door. "Now, unless you want room service to see your sexy tush standing there practically in the buff, I suggest you head towards the bedroom," he laughed. He watched as she turned and walked out of the room before opening the door and signing for the check.
"Are they gone yet?" he heard her inquire from the other room.
"Yes, but you just stay put. You were going to end up in there anyway...this just saves me the trouble of carting your butt in there and tossing you down on the bed," he instructed as he lifted the lids on the various dishes and felt a smile curl the corners of his lips. He pulled the room service tray into the bedroom where he found Denise planted seductively in the middle of the huge king-size bed in the middle of the room. "Oh angel, this is going to be fun...." he said with a seductive gleam in his eyes.
He took the bottle of champagne sitting on the table and popped it open, noticing Denise's eyes glued to his arms as the muscles contracted and relaxed with the effort. Carefully he poured a glass and sat on the edge of the bed in front of her. "Here, have some more bubbly. I think you need it," he offered her the glass of sparkling fluid. He smiled as she took it from him and sipped carefully.
"If I didn't know any better Mr. Dorough, I'd think you were trying to get me tipsy," she said smartly, eyeing his bronze skin with a look of pure hunger.
"Sweetheart, you're already tipsy. I'm just keeping you that way," he informed her as she continued to sip.
"Aren't you going to have a taste?" she asked with a giggle, the feeling of his eyes on her making her fidgety.
"When you're done," he assured her. He watched as she threw her head back and finished the glass of champagne in two or three swallows. "Now...I think I'll give it a try," he said slowly, rising on his knees in front of her and leaning over, capturing her mouth with his own. He could taste the champagne on her lips as he parted them, his tongue exploring the soft warmth of her. He felt Denise's arms give way behind her and she plopped back onto the bed so that Howie was hovering just over her. "Delicious," he smiled down to her, noticing her out-of-breath state.
"Ah mia," she muttered under her breath, not even trying to sit back up, instead sliding back and propping herself on the huge pile of pillows. Her eyes followed Howie as his shirtless figure reached for the room service table again. "What are you up to?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him.
Howie hid the cart from her view with his body. He reached and removed one of the covers, and picked up a ripe, soft banana. "Well, I figured since we wanted ice cream....banana splits would be fun," he explained softly, turning to her, seeing the sparkle in her eyes from the champagne and sheer anticipation. He caught her eyes with his own and took a bite of the fruit. "Want some?" he offered. He smiled when she nodded. Taking another piece of banana with his hand, he placed it partially in his mouth and leaned back over to her. His lips met hers again and the two kissed once more, tasting themselves mingled with the banana. With painstaking slowness, Howie slid his lips from her mouth, over her cheek, and began to kiss and nip hungrily at the soft skin of her neck and shoulders. He felt her chest heave with a sigh as he let his breath tickle behind her ear. "Want more?" he whispered, satisfied when he saw her nodd. "Let's see....what to have next?" he contemplated out loud. "Ah yes...I think a Denise sundae....definitely," he smiled wickedly, reaching over and bringing around a dish of strawberry ice cream.
"Ok...now close your eyes...and NO peeking, or I'll stop," Howie warned her with a wink, watching as she obeyed and slowly closed her gorgeous hazel eyes. He didn't move, instead choosing to just sit and watch her - to see how long it would take her to try looking. It didn't take long. "Ah...NO peeking remember?"
"Well...DO something then," she laughed, closing her eyes again.
Once more Howie sat perfectly still. Again she started to open her eyes. "Ah ah ah...." he reprimanded her. "I can tell you are going to have a hard time with this, so we'll just have to make it a bit more difficult," he chuckled. He crossed the room and pulled the sash from one of his robes, coming back to tie the material snuggly, but comfortably, over her eyes. "There...that should stop any cheating. We'll have our own little 9 1/2 Weeks going here," he said.
"But Howie...." she started to fuss.
"No buts...." he scolded, then sat back again. Several minutes ticked by and he just watched her.
"What in the hell are you doing???" she demanded, getting somewhat agitated.
"I'm right here," he assured her. "I'm watching you. You're trying to sit still, but you can't. Your body is giving you away baby. You sit still for a minute, then your hands muss with the sheets, then your body starts to arch a bit......" he smiled to himself, enjoying the frustration he was putting her through.
"Howard Dwaine...so help me....." she threatened. She heard him chuckle softly again and felt the bed give way close to her.
"Ok ok...open wide," he coo'ed to her, then lifted a spoon full of ice cream and slid it between her lips. He watched the sigh of contentment as she realized what he'd given her.
"Mmmmm.....ice cream," she sighed.
"You like?" he questioned softly, his mouth hovering just by her ear. She didn't answer, just nodded her head. "Now....oh wait...I seem to have forgotten something. Shame on me..." he chastised himself and she felt his fingers in the waist band of her underwear. "How could I have forgotten to get rid of these?" he smiled as he slowly slid the garment from her, letting his fingers brush lightly against the inside of her thighs. A quiet, almost inaudible moan slipped from her lips. "Damn lady...you have got the most amazing body," he sighed, letting his fingertips trail lightly upward, her body rising to meet his touch before he moved his hand away.
He paused several moments before getting another spoonful of ice cream. Denise had no clue what he was doing...she could just barely feel the bed moving. Dangling the spoon just above her chest, Howie slowly let the melting ice cream dribble over the edge of the utensil and watched as it met her smooth skin. "YEOW!! That's COLD!!!" she started to jump up.
"Oh no....you stay put...I'm going to warm you back up, don't worry," he told her as he watched the ice cream melt over her breasts, making a sweet trail from her nipples down into her cleavage. Her chest wasn't moving - he could tell she was holding her breath almost from sheer anticipation of what he was going to do. He took another spoon of ice cream, letting this one dribble down over her stomach and navel. "Oooh now....what next?" he murmured just loud enough for her to hear. He lifted the lid from another dish and uncovered a bowl of hand-whipped cream. "Ah yes..." he nodded to himself. He took a spoonful and again lifted it to her lips. "Open...." he requested, and she complied without a word.
"Oh my god..." she muttered. "That stuff is absolute heaven!"
"Just you wait angel..." he promised her. "You haven't experienced anything yet," he sighed as he strategically placed spoonfuls of the peaky whipped confection on her skin. "Almost good enough to eat...just...one....more...thing....," he finished slowly, picking up a cherry and plopping it playfully into her navel. "Beautiful" he sighed, taking a good look at her before leaning over and beginning to nibble slowly at her shoulders.
Denise felt his lips against her skin and sucked in a breath. She felt his tongue slide painstakingly slowly down her collarbone, to the curve of her breasts. "Oh sweet jesus..." she mumbled as she felt his breath against her skin once more.
Howie's tongue flicked lightly over her breasts, licking the ice cream and whipped cream from her skin before sucking and nibbling her nipple, feeling it harden in response to his touch. He could hear her breathing becoming shallow as she arched her body to get closer to him. "Impatient one aren't we..." he taunted her.
"Howie....you are evil..." she managed to get out.
"But you're loving it...don't even deny it," he chided before letting his mouth continue down to her stomach, the tip of his tongue teasing her skin all the way. Finally he took the last of the ice cream and drizzled it over her legs, watching it slide down the inside of her thigh before again licking the sticky sweetness from her skin. When he looked up, he saw her head thrown back, a sweet smile curling the corners of her lips. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked as his fingers began to explore her. At that point she couldn't even speak, answering only with a small whimper. "Does this satisfy your ice cream dare?"
"Jesus Howie...don't tease me anymore!" she pleaded. She felt his hair brushing lightly against the inside of her legs just before she felt his tongue join his fingers in their exploration. Denise felt like she had died and gone to heaven. She felt Howie hold her hips down to the bed as he teased her, feeling her body respond to him. "God....Howie.....please....." she tried again as she felt her release building. Howie brought her just to the brink before removing his touch and sitting back to watch her again, hearing her whimper at the loss of contact.
"I think it's safe to say this round is mine?" he whispered to her. She nodded without a word and Howie reached around, untying and removing the blindfold. Her eyes were dark with desire.
"Yes...I'll give you that one," she managed breathily. "Now please....." she murmured. "I don't think I can wait any longer," she admitted, reaching up and pushing his chucking form onto his back. Without a word she grabbed at his boxers and slid them over his legs. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph.....the big man upstairs was good to you," she sighed as her eyes raked over his physique, settling on his erection.
"Think you can handle me?" he asked her cockily.
"Is that a dare Mr. Dorough?" she winked playfully before allowing herself the same pleasure of exploration Howie had enjoyed. It was his turn to sigh and moan as he felt her tongue and lips flow lightly over every inch of his skin. He felt her nibble the skin on the inside of his thighs before feeling her soft lips slide over his erection.
"Oh god...." he groaned when she pulled back, just as he had moments before.
"Like I told you before sweetheart, payback is a bitch," she smiled sweetly, seeing the tortured look on his face. "But I'll be nice now," she whispered as she moved upward to plant her lips on his. She felt his fingers slide through her hair as he lost himself to her kiss. He was so engrossed that he was caught off guard when she settled herself over him, sliding onto his hardness slowly, allowing herself to get used to the size. She felt him moan into their kiss and she began to move against him - long, slow movements up and down. It was his turn to close his eyes as pleasure began to wash over both of them. "Do you like it?" she whispered again.
"Hell yes!" he answered in a hoarse whisper as she continued her pace, torturing him sweetly. "God Denise...harder baby, please!" he begged. She ignored his pleas for a moment before almost un-noticeably picking up her pace. "Oh yes...oh sweet jesus," he murmured as she artfully built his release little by little. "Denise....I....oh god...." he trailed off, unable to finish his sentence as her lips covered his. With a couple quick movements Denise's orgasm washed over her, Howie's immediately behind her. Howie managed to smile as he felt her collapse against his chest. "Wow," he mumbled as he stroked her hair. "I don't think I've ever had an experience quite like that," he laughed softly.
"So I won that one huh?" she grinned up at him after catching her breath.
"Oh yes baby, without a doubt. You know, I may have to keep you around for a while," he sighed as the two curled up together.
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AJ and Liane ran back into the hotel room, shivering for the shower and Li chattered her teeth while AJ made it just right. "OK, it's ready." AJ smiled at her. "You said you're inexperienced, but baby, that was amazing."
Li smiled shyly and stepped into the shower with him. She soaped his body... he soaped hers... "Mmmmm this is Niiiiice" said Liane.
"Yeah, ok and would you like egg rolls with that?"
"WHAT?!"
"Shrimp lo mein, crab rangoon. Eggrolls? Hot and sour soup? We are sorry you were on hold so long, Miss."
Liane stared down at the phone in her hands. It had all been a fantasy daydream. Figures! "Yeah, what the hell. Throw in a couple egg rolls too." And the Rolling Stone magazine with the Backstreet Boys on the cover slid off her lap.
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