Stock Ch. 19-33

"Hmm, maybe," his lips teasingly brushed against hers. She heard the rustle of fabric at the foot of the bed. Elizabeth waited curiously. The blouse was yanked off, giving her a glimpse of Sean towering over her as he placed the blindfold over her eyes. "Remember what I told you. The present is the most important moment of your life. Live for the moment.

"Elizabeth tried to slow her racing heart and simply let the sensations wash over her. Sean's gentle hands began stroking her breasts tenderly, then boldly. His lips took her breath away as they collided with her own. Her mind filled in what her eyes could not provide, exploring the sensual moment in Technicolor. His kisses became more passionate, demanding. She yielded to him, gave him every ounce of her soul in a long, slow burning embrace until she began seeing bright spots. His lips left hers and her lungs filled with air. Elizabeth's heart quickened.

Sean's hands continued their delightful ministrations of her breasts, kneading the soft flesh with barely controlled zeal. He really did have magical hands. Elizabeth moaned her approval as his thumbs ran over her turgid nipples. She arched her back to force in more of the pleasurable sensations running through the two hard nubbins. A hot, wet sensation consumed her left breast and instantly made her ache between her legs. She writhed beneath his expert touch, quivering in carnal desire. His lips set her skin on fire as he switched from one breast to the other. Her hands ran through his short hair, trying to press more of her breast into his wonderful mouth.

Elizabeth felt Sean's hand glide down her body, tracing her ribs, tickling the fine hairs below her belly button and then finally settling on the tops of her skirt. His hands roamed over her waist, stroked her womanly hips and reached beneath the hem. Elizabeth invited his hand as she opened her thighs. His palm pressed into her womanhood and she ground her hips up to meet him. Elizabeth moaned in frustration when she felt Sean's mouth leave her breast with an audible pop.

"You're a beautiful woman, Elizabeth," he kissed her tenderly. "I love every square inch of your body." She felt his hands loop around and beneath her as he tried to grip the zipper that held her skirt. Elizabeth helped and lifted her hips an inch. The skirt slipped off her hips easily and she heard it fall to the floor. "You have a perfect nose." He gave it a peck. "Luscious lips." He kissed her soundly. "The cutest dimples when you smile." Two more pecks on the cheeks. "Beautiful ears." He got a little fanciful this time and gave them both a thorough tonguing that had her gripping the sheets into knots. "A graceful neck." His lips descended down her throat and he began suckling her skin where her neck fell away to her slender shoulders. He took his time there. Then it dawned on her. He was giving her a hickey! Too late, the deed was done. "Oh, and how can I forget your gorgeous breasts?" Sean began a thorough explanation of what he liked about every part of her breasts followed by a very convincing physical demonstration of why; the sensitive undersides, her cleavage, and, oh God, her nipples! Then he thought he should pick out a favorite part. He was one indecisive lover as he focused intensely on one part then moved on to another, then back again. "I think I like your nipples best," he finally decided, then went ahead and teased and played with them until they were pained from arousal. Her insides shook with a small wave of pleasure as he concentrated on the hard nubbins. Several times she tried reaching a hand in between her legs but Sean held her back, pinning her hands to her sides until she stopped resisting. "Since you seem to enjoy having your nipples sucked so much I think I should pick a favorite." Elizabeth groaned in arousal and frustration as he suckled one then the other. There was a minor wrestling match as she reached to bring herself off with her hand and he stopped her.

Back and forth he went. "I can't decide. I like them equally as much. Oh, well. I guess I'll have to give the two first place winners their due prize." Elizabeth couldn't believe how much control this man had over her. She came again, a small one that both helped to ease the tension and yet pulled her body taught with even more desire. Her pussy leaked on to the warm sheets that were already damp from sweat.

"You also have lovely ribs," Sean continued and numerated each one with delightful touches of his lips. He took a moment to rise up and moisten her lips with his own as he lovingly brushed the damp strands of her hair from her face. She heard a rustling down below as he kissed her again and then felt the heat of his crotch bare down on her right thigh. "Now, where were we?"

"My pussy," Elizabeth nearly demanded. "You were going to eat my pussy."

"Nope, I don't think that was where we left off. Oh, yes, you have the cutest belly button. I always preferred innies." She felt the heat of his body descend and then felt his tongue tickling her belly button. She nearly cursed at him for stalling; she wanted to cum so badly. His mouth began traveling lower and Elizabeth whimpered in anticipation. As she grew anxious for his mouth to descend to where she needed it most, her legs spread and elongated.

She was filled with dread as she felt Sean massaging her calves. "And your legs!" he exclaimed. "I could go on forever about your legs." Her fate was sealed. She was doomed to be on the cusp of orgasm for all of eternity. She nearly cried in frustration. "You have beautiful legs," he began again, talking intermittently as he oh so slowly kissed up her calves. "Do you know how many times I've gotten aroused from just the sight of your calves when you wear a skirt? I had a to adjust my pants while Eric and Vanessa were over." He paused to nibble at the delicate skin behind her knees. Impossibly, Elizabeth felt another small wave of sexual energy course through her.

Sean's mouth moved on and began nibbling the insides of her thighs. Her pussy flowed freely on to the drenched sheets. "Now for my favorite part of your body. I intend on spending a very long time here." Oh, God yes, she thought. Finally. "Your elbows!"

Elizabeth howled in anguish and was about to rape her fiancé when a bolt of lightning surged through her. If her eyes weren't already covered she would have gone blind from the orgasm that raced through her body as Sean's mouth attacked her pussy with wonderfully unrelenting fury. Her skin exploded as she thrashed and bucked in uncontrollable spasms until her mind went dark.

Chapter 28

The night was still. A dark, moonless sky ignored the large brick house. A light breeze blew through the bare branches of the maple trees that guarded the large front yard, rattling their bony fingers together. A shadow amongst shadows flitted through up along the tall, ivy clothed wall that bordered the estate and perched upon it as silent and still as a gargoyle. The figure leapt from the ivy and alighted upon one of the trees that bordered the manor. The shadow dropped to the soft manicured lawn and slipped from tree to tree without so much as a whisper. In the pressing darkness two low shapes sprang across the field, their swift gaits betraying their presence as they closed in on the intruder. A dull flash of steel flickered in the muted night and the guard dogs fell to the floor and slid across the smooth grass. The shadow knelt beside them and inspected the precision of the strikes. He pulled out a piece of cloth and wiped down his weapon then moved on, as silent as the shadow he emulated.

Scaling the Talworth Manor wall was easy enough with its unfinished brick façade and the shadows soft rubber soled boots. His hands moved quickly, surely, and saw him to the ledge of English windows on the second floor. A small pouch was produced from the strap on his thigh and revealed a row of intricate tools when unrolled. He selected one of the instruments and slowly cut through the pane of glass near the catch of the frame. Another device was produced from a different pocket and was placed on the windows locking mechanism, disabling the alarm trigger connected to the catch. He opened the window and melted into the room.

A flashlight strapped to the figures head was flipped on and a small beam pricked the darkness. The thin shaft swept back and forth across the office, revealing the large mahogany desk hunching over the plush blue rug. The figure worked his way through the drawers one by one but moved on without interest. He fired up the computer resting on the polished wood and examined the room as he waited for the console to boot up. Nothing of interest caught his attention and he returned to the keyboard and mouse. The night-clad figure worked quickly, his gloved fingers clacking the keys as he worked diligently. Information was pulled from the hard drive and copied over onto a disk the hooded and masked figure produced from one of the many pockets that covered his black bodysuit. He waited patiently for the information to transfer over then erased all traces of his passing.

The man slipped back into the night and disappeared with the wind.

***

“To love and marriage,” Sean toasted. Elizabeth, Vanessa, and Eric raised their own glasses and clinked them appropriately. The four friends had decided to get together once every week to plan their double wedding. Elizabeth and Vanessa had taken to the assignment with fervor with some input from their fiancés. Most of the time, though, Sean and Eric simply shot the breeze and chatted about their jobs. At the moment Eric was talking about an upcoming Renaissance Fair and had invited Sean and Elizabeth to come along with he and Vanessa.

“They even plan on having a simulated battle with swords and armor. It will be quite the event,” Eric pitched.

“Sounds like fun,” Sean answered. “I’ll talk to ‘Liz about it but I’m sure that she would be interested.”

“What’s this?”

Sean and Eric turned their heads at Vanessa’s question. The redhead was staring at a CD that she turned in her slender fingers.

“Something Sean and I ran across that could help those lawyers on Charles’ case,” Elizabeth replied. She calmly took a sip of her wine. Vanessa gave her a questioning look but thought better of it. Eric did likewise with Sean then shrugged. He knew as well as Sean did what the game they were playing was like. Vanessa on the other hand was usually a straight shooter but just this once, for the sake of her friend, would she not pursue the topic any further.

“I’ll see what the lawyers can do with it after I take a look,” she tactfully replied. Elizabeth nodded and they let the matter rest.

The rest of the lunch passed quickly with good table conversations and more planning for the wedding. It so turned out that Sean wasn’t the only millionaire sitting at the table. Eric had an inheritance from an uncle that he hardly knew but who had been keeping tabs on him. The man died of cancer about five years back and admired Eric from afar. The money helped launch his writing career and now he was sitting comfortable with his own earnings as a writer as well as his inheritance that had accrued a decent amount of income from interest. Together, the skies were the limit for wedding arrangements. Vanessa and Elizabeth had a delightful gleam in their eyes as they plotted and planned while the men grew paler and paler at how much it was going to cost them. Granted, they were rich. But even so, they did have some notion of frugality. However, the women cajoled and pleaded until the men gave in to pretty much whatever the women wanted. It would be quite the event.

They finished their lunch then headed out to several stores and phoned several other recommendations. Hammering out all of the details, from flower arrangements to limo rental, took the remainder of the day until finally all four of them decided that they had done enough for one day and called it a night. The real trick was finding a date that would work with all of the arrangements. Finally, they settled on the fifteenth of July in a nice church with the dinner party in the dining hall at the Marriott.

Sean closed the door behind himself and Elizabeth then slid the deadbolt home as they entered his apartment. “So how do you think it went?” Elizabeth asked as she kicked off her shoes and put them on the rack.

“About the disk?”

“Yes,” she answered. “Vanessa seemed to take it well. Although I’m not sure what the lawyers can do about it. I never managed Charles’ accounts but I knew something wasn’t right about the numbers.”

“Well, Eric took it all in stride. He and I think alike so he probably can guess how we got it.”

Sean felt Elizabeth’s warm hand on his shoulder. “Do you think we’re doing the right thing? I mean, is going to work?”

Sean turned around and reassured her as he pulled her close to him in a comforting embrace. “Yes, we are doing the right thing. There’s no other way that I can think of to get him out of our hair. If we bloody his nose a bit maybe he’ll leave us alone for good.”

“Or possibly enrage him. Believe me, I should know. During the last couple of years that I was with him he seemed, I don’t know, irrational.”

“Irrational or not, this is the best way to handle things.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“I do too,” Sean replied and kissed her on the forehead. “So, when are we scheduled for our next viewing of available real estate?” Sean asked, changing the subject. They had begun home shopping not too long ago but they were as of yet to find something that they wished to call home. Price wasn’t too big of a problem, between Sean’s inheritance and Elizabeth’s divorce settlement, so they wanted the right house, the perfect home. There were a couple of candidates that perked their interest but nothing that seemed to fit the bill.

“Tonight,” Elizabeth finally answered.

“Tonight?”

“Yes, the agent said that a house was just going on the market tonight and that we’d be the first ones to view it. She said it would be perfect for what we want. Five bedrooms, two and three quarters bath, and a decent sized yard amongst other amenities.”

“Hmm, sounds interesting,” Sean thought aloud as he headed for the bookshelf. “Alright, let’s check it out.”

Elizabeth sidled up next to him and perused the shelf as well. When Elizabeth moved into Sean’s apartment the better part of her salvageable furniture was put in storage but Sean insisted that she bring her books. Together, they had a large collection and now there was more than enough for either to read since they both read different genres. Elizabeth was an avid reader of fiction and suspense while Sean was a fan of science fiction and fantasy. It turned out that the two of them were beginning to enjoy the other’s tastes in literature, just one more interest that the two had in common. Elizabeth realized that it was little things like that that built a lasting relationship, growing into one another’s world.

Sean tugged at the spine of a well-worn paperback and Elizabeth did likewise then curled up beside him on the couch when he sat down.

***

At eight in the evening, after Sean and Elizabeth had a light dinner of lemon catfish with rice, the two lovebirds received a phone call and headed downstairs to meet with their agent, Kathryn O’Toole. The strawberry blonde woman greeted them in the lobby and began describing the new house that was on the market as she constantly brushed aside a stray lock of hair that would not stay in place. They stepped into her silver BMW and then headed out into the temperate night. The drive was pleasant as they continued discussing the house; it had a moderately sized yard with a swimming pool and Jacuzzi as well as a patio for a barbecue. The house was perfect. The neighborhood was very nice, situated in an upper middle class neighborhood and not too far away from either Elizabeth’s office or the university. The previous owners were a military family and the man of the house was transferred to another base down in San Diego. The rooms were about the right size and the design of the place was smooth and graceful. They fell in love with the place and signed the papers that night. Once the papers were processed the following morning everything would be ready to be moved in.

Sean and Elizabeth got back to the apartment later that night after a small glass of bubbly to celebrate the deal. Sean went to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water when he noticed the blinking light on his answering machine. He hit the switch and listened.

“Elizabeth, Sean,” Vanessa’s voice rang out. “Where did you guys get this disk? Better yet, don’t answer that. I don’t want to know. Do you guys realize what’s on this thing? Looks like Charles had his fingers in the cookie jar. According to the data you guys gave me, he did quite a bit of tax evasion and a good deal of money laundering as well. There’s even hints in here to all out bribery of a city council member. I’m still not sure what or who he was laundering for but the lawyers should be able to take it from here. I gave the disk to Erin, one of the lawyers, as soon as I had a good look at it. Charles is going to lose a good chunk of his assets as well as have all of it frozen until further investigation. Call me as soon as you can, okay?”

Elizabeth had wandered into the kitchen by them and rested her head on Sean’s shoulder. “I knew that something wasn’t kosher about those numbers.”

“Well, now we have confirmation,” Sean said as he picked up the phone and thumbed Vanessa’s number. “Hi, Vanessa.” He paused as he listened. “Yes…I understand…How long will it take? Immediately?” By then Elizabeth’s curiosity was piqued and she looked determined to get her hands on the phone. “Here, talk to Elizabeth before she tears my head off.”

“Hello?”

“’Liz, it looks like there’s justice in the world after all,” Vanessa’s voice beamed over the receiver. “Charley-boy is going to bite the big one on this case. The lawyers are swarming all over this one like bees on honey. This is going to be a big case. The lawyers let the IRS get a whiff of this and they’re going to let the dogs out on this one. The press might even jump in on this one. This is going to turn into a multi-million dollar smear campaign, that’s how big it is. Charley isn’t going to be able to show his mug in a public place for a long time.”

“Is he going to jail?” was Elizabeth’s only question.

“Well, I’m not sure about that. But what you have will certainly make his life a living hell.”

“Vanessa!” The sharp tone in Elizabeth’s voice brought her friend up short. “I don’t care if his assets are frozen until the stars go out. I want that bastard in the slammer. You got that?”

Sean quickly interceded and wrenched the phone out Elizabeth’s white knuckled grasp. “Hey, Vanessa. We’re very happy with what you’ve accomplished so far. We’ll talk about it later, okay?”

“Yeah, Sean.” The woman’s voice was subdued. “Tell ‘Liz that we’ll get him. I guess I got a little carried away with just how big the case is.”

“That’s understandable. Oh, one other thing. We just bought a house so we’ll be expecting you at the housewarming party.”

“Really? I’m glad to hear that. I’ll let Eric know.”

Sean hung up and turned to Elizabeth. “What was that all about?”

“What?” Elizabeth answered acerbically.

“What do you mean ‘what’?” Sean’s voice bit. “You just about chewed Vanessa out for bringing us such good news.”

“What good news? You heard her. Charles may lose some money but he’s still going to be walking around.”

“I don’t believe this. What do you want? His head on a silver platter?” Sean’s raised his voice above Elizabeth’s.

“That would be good start,” snorted Elizabeth.

“I’m sorry ‘Liz but that isn’t the way it works.”

“Then it ought to be.” She was screaming now. “If the law can’t do anything about it…”