Grissom�s left hand came around and began kneading Sara�s right breast, his right hand firmly grasping her left butt cheek. While his tongue danced with hers, he began rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Moaning, Sara began tugging at the collar of Grissom�s shirt, pulling the entire back up on top of his head. They broke their kiss and immediately Grissom�s shirt was yanked off and thrown across the room. Sara then unbuckled his belt while Grissom kicked off his shoes. He removed his socks from his feet by stepping on the toe with his heel and kicking backwards. Sara had his pants unzipped and pulled them and his shorts down to the floor. He stepped out as she dragged him towards the bed.
�You really did miss me, didn�t you,� Grissom quipped.
�Shut up and kiss me,� Sara replied as she pulled him down onto the bed.
Sara had anticipated this moment since the night she and the �girls� had gone out after the conference to a male strip club. Sara volunteered to stay sober enough to get them back to the hotel. The nearly nude, gyrating men had been very�exciting. Two of the girls had �tucked� enough bills to pay Sara�s gym fees for two months. After the show and eight rounds of drinks, the conversation had turned to the male �package�, inspired by what they had been viewing throughout the evening. Favored attributes and characteristics were unabashedly discussed. The conversation then turned to various techniques for increasing the pleasure of both parties. Always an attentive student, Sara occasionally asked leading questions, hoping to learn more. She was anxious to try out some of what she had learned.
But not now. All of the anticipation had created an urgency that would not countenance experimentation. She needed him now, with no delay.
Grissom positioned himself to oblige her request to kiss her, his tongue ravishing her mouth with fervor. Sara gasped for air as Grissom moved his lips to her ear, licking and sucking her lobe as if it were a Popsicle. Sara moaned and moved her left hand to touch Grissom�s testicles. They were just as firm as she remembered them. She cupped them in her hand, enjoying the feel of the bristly hairs against her fingers. She began to fondle the sensitive area. Grissom moaned, pausing slightly in his journey down Sara�s neck. The delay was minimal as his lips continued to her other ear, to which he gave equal attention. As he moved, Sara began stroking Grissom�s penis with slow, long motions. Grissom�s ministrations stopped as he enjoyed the feel of Sara�s hand around his cock. Sara reveled in his enjoyment.
Feeling neglectful, Grissom soon moved lower to within reach of Sara�s breast. Unfortunately, Sara was now unable to reach the prize. Grissom suckled Sara�s right nipple as he kneaded the full breast. Sara gasped with pleasure, her disappointment at not being able to touch Grissom�s manhood forgotten. Sara ran her fingers through Grissom�s graying hair, scratching his head like a puppy as he switched to her left breast. Grissom was diligent in administering equal pleasure to both breasts. When he felt his ministrations were sufficient, his right hand moved lower, nudging Sara�s leg to encourage access. Sara spread her legs and Grissom softly stroked his finger over her most sensitive areas. After a few gentle caresses, he flicked her clitoris with quick action, causing Sara to gasp. Her excitement building, Grissom began massaging her clitoris with his finger. He dipped his finger into her, gathering her moistness to spread generously and attentively over her labia and clitoris. He dipped again, deeper this time, stimulating Sara even further.
Sara grabbed Grissom�s face between her hands and pulled him up to look into his eyes.
�I-need-you-in-me-NOW!�
A look of surprise was quickly replaced by one of determined urgency. Grissom needed no further encouragement. He scrambled to the nightstand and reached into the drawer for a condom. Ripping it open with his teeth, he pulled the latex from its packaging and quickly rolled it onto his penis. Clamoring back onto the bed, he positioned himself between Sara�s eagerly spread legs.
Sara held her breath. She was fully aware of the pleasure she was about to experience. The anticipation only heightened her arousal. Grissom pushed gently, penetrating only slightly before pulling back. Aware of his size, Grissom always went slowly to allow Sara time to adjust. He pushed again, a bit deeper, then out. Deeper still and out. Soon, slow, long strokes were punctuated by Sara�s enthusiastically murmured, �Oh, yes!� Encouraged, Grissom quickened the pace. Breath coming faster, Sara began rocking her hips upward, meeting Grissom thrust for thrust. The pace became frenzied as they approached the pinnacle, their undulating bodies rocking the bed. With a hard thrust upward and a scream of pleasure, Sara�s whole body tensed in orgasm, waves of muscle spasms leaving her weak. After a few more frantic thrusts, Grissom, too, was overcome with his own orgasm.
Grissom withdrew and rolled onto his back, sweat dripping from his forehead. With a weak hand, Sara reached over and wiped his brow with her fingers, her own body slick with sweat. Grissom took her hand in his and raised it to his lips, kissing each of her fingers.
�Welcome home,� he said with an exhausted smile.