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Rick and Loren continue playing with Shelly.
Then a tap running somewhere.
His room was small and dim, but not dark. There was still light outside coming in through the window with a view down to the street they had just come up. The bed was made and the room was cozy. It looked lived in, but tidy. Books along the floor and a closet with no door. She hung her bag and coat on the doorknob and smiled: nothing to lose by looking around a bit. She started with the books. Tucked inside a fair number of them were postcards, airline ticket stubs, scribbled notes, all vestiges of other adventures. She had her nose buried in a well-loved copy of 'On the Road' when a scuffling sound broke her focus.
A small white card had been slipped under the door. Facing up he had written, "Just the scent of your body on that platform made me hard." As she flipped the card over she read, "I want that smell all over my sheets."
She couldn't help but giggle.
Through the door, "Are you blushing?"
"No," she whispered faintly.
"Liar," came his response.
She heard his footsteps move away from the door and then what had to be kitchen noises: plates rattling and the tick-tick-tick of a gas burner turning on.
Already eager to do what he asked, she made her way to his bed and climbed into the center of his thick, soft comforter. That was when she caught his scent and immediately turned face down to inhale deeply. She moved like a little cat, purring and rubbing herself against his blankets. Being surrounded by his scent did things to her. Her stomach was in knots and her nipples instantly tightened up like buds. She made involuntary fists into the soft flannel and moaned softly. It was almost like getting drunk. Desire bloomed in her body like a powerful wave. She curled up in the center of the bed and waited, willing him though the door as the minutes ticked by.
When she heard his steps approaching saw the knob turn she tucked her chin down, suddenly shy. He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He moved across the room and set a small glass of water on the nightstand. Then took a wooden chair, brought it alongside the bed and sat down quietly. His eyes slowly roamed over her lush, little body. She busied herself by blushing and averting her eyes, shy under his scrutiny.
He reached down and patted the space of the bed closer to him and said, "Here, little kitten. Come closer."
Obligingly, she squirmed a bit and closed the distance, her body still curled in upon itself.
He stood and loomed over her, his eyes cool and calculating. After a full two minutes he reached down and began to slowly unbutton her blouse, starting with her collar. His long fingers moved deftly and with silent precision. She kept her eyes on his face, but his eyes were trained on his own work. When he got the the last button he helped her out of the cool silk and moved on to her skirt. When he'd peeled that away he slowly removed her tights with reverent care. He stopped to brush the back of his knuckles down her cheek before taking the hem of her camisole and working it up over her head, leaving her in a matching black lace bra and panties that she'd bought just for him.
She smiled at him and his seriousness of manner.
"It's like you're unwrapping me," she whispered.
"Like a present," he answered without looking up.
He reached out and pinched one of her hard nipples. She gasped and the energy in the room went very still.
"On your stomach. Now," he ordered quietly. She obeyed and he unclasped her bra and removed it entirely. "Now on your back."
As he went to move back to his chair he picked up a beer that had also been patiently waiting on the bedside table. He settled into the seat, which was now near her small, pink feet and looked back up over her body. Instinctively she bent her knees a bit to shield herself.
"Spread your knees," he said as he took a long pull from the bottle and crossed his right leg over his left knee.
She did as he asked, barely.
"That knee closest to me, all the way open until it's touchin