Serendipity By Rocky
Chapter 6
'Ah… the virtues of mustard, the most under appreciated of the condiments.' Rory contemplated as she tucked into another bite of meatloaf sandwich. She had her eyes closed, chewing slowly, enjoying the simple repast like it was the last food on earth and she hadn't eaten in weeks. "You know, this is almost better cold in a sandwich than it is hot." She leaned back in the kitchen chair and crossed her long legs at the ankles. Throwing her head back she moaned, savoring the zesty flavors that danced on her tongue.
One blue eye popped open as she felt a small foot teasing at the top of her right foot and up into her pant leg. Rory looked across the table at Amy, who simply sat with an enigmatic smile on her face. Rather than say anything she chose to close the eye and enjoy both the sandwich and the sensual caresses under the table that had now moved up to the back of her calf.
"Mmm… No you can not have a bite, this one is mine." Rory growled. The small foot eased its way out of the pant leg, passing over the inside of the tall woman's knee, up the inner thigh to nestle in her crotch. "You didn't have to inhale yours, you know. …Mmmph!" A big toe danced up and down the fly of her jeans, stopping to play with the top button until it popped open. "Well maybe a little bite." Rory said, opening her eyes to see Amy give her an evil leer and wiggling her eyebrows in tandem.
Reaching down with her free hand to capture the meandering foot, Rory ran her nails back and forth across the instep. A low purring noise came from the younger woman. 'Two can play this game.' She thought with a low chuckle, and rubbed her thumb slowly over the ball of the dainty puppy, watching with amazement when the toes spread out like a fan. Green eyes became hooded with pleasure. Rory could swear the noise her lover made sounded exactly like the mewling of a kitten.
A large drop of mustard broke free from the sandwich and landed on the end of the big toe. 'Interesting.' Rory mused, leaning down to suck the digit clean, her hand riding up the curvaceous calf muscle to stroke the inside of Amy's knee. She released the toe and ran the tip of her tongue over the knuckles of its sisters. "You have pretty feet honey, tasty too. I've never noticed feet before. I think I may be developing a foot fetish."
Amy was three-quarters of the way off of her chair, a look of bliss and wonder on her face. She hung on to her chair for dear life as a string of kisses moved up the back of her foot and a warm tongue circled her anklebone.
Grinning, Rory glanced over to see the flush of her lover's cheeks. She set the object of her devotions back in her lap, and leaned across the table to place the last bite of lunch into lips that hung open in rapture.
"Mmm…" Amy's tongue slipped over the feeding fingers searching for any lost crumbs and kissed the tips free. "Dank chew!" She said, masticating the morsel and gently pulled her leg from Rory's grasp. Licking her lips she stood and rounded the table. "Got room for one more?"
Rory scooted her chair back from the table as Amy moved to straddle the executive's hips. Amy's hands swept up into the silky dark hair, allowing their eyes to meet for a long slow moment, before capturing her lover's lips in a full, sweet rolling kiss. It was the kind of kiss that required full use of all body parts, moving together as one, touching, tasting, feeling, experiencing, taking and giving.
Finally their lips parted. Breaking the suction was almost painful as they both drew in air and gazed reverently into each other's eyes. Amy leaned in to touch the tip of her nose with that of her tall lover's. Starting at the tip and sliding gently up the bridge, she traced the shape of Rory's nose and brows, placing a kiss on each eye as she passed over it. She could feel the warmth of Rory's breath on her neck, such a simple thing excited her, made her blood roar. She could feel the warmth of Rory's long hands where they settled in the small of her back holding her close, pressing their bodies together. Closing her eyes, she inhaled the tender fresh scent of her lover's hair and traced the perfect shape of Rory's ear with the tip of her tongue.
"You have given me a permanent case of horny." Rory whispered. "I can't seem to get enough of you." Burying her face in the soft folds of Amy's sweatshirt, she was content to just be, allowing the blood to rush from her head and fill all the right places in arousal.
Amy leaned back and grinned. "It is getting awfully warm in here, all right." She said giggling and suddenly doffing her shirt with a flourish, before gathering Rory's heated face back into position. Her head fell back as she felt a warm tongue ease into the cleft between her breasts in a slow torturous fashion.
The slightly saline taste of Amy's skin drove Rory wild, she traced a path upwards to latch onto the soft flesh at the base of the young woman's neck, kissing and teasing with her teeth. She could almost feel Amy's moans on her lips before they passed into the air above her head. Freeing one hand, she grasped a full round breast and squeezed gently feeling the nipple harden under the palm.
Amy's hands slid down to anchor themselves on Rory's shoulders. Her fingers clenched in the soft material of the polo shirt trying to fix herself in place as the assault on her senses told her; there was no gravity and she may well float away. "OH God!" She lost the skill to breathe as wet lips coursed down to capture the other breast.
The deep-seated feeling of contentment swelled in Rory's heart as she alternated between licking and sucking at her lover's breasts. She felt a need to express heavenly sensation and began to hum. "Mmmmmm!" The reaction from the woman in her arms was explosive. The small body wrapped around her waist went from a slow sensuous rocking motion to a full frantic gallop.
"Rrrrrr…." Amy didn't have the cognition to even get out the rest of her dark lover's name.
The urgent thrusts of Amy's body caused Rory's shirt to ride up and bunch under her breasts. She could feel the damp material of the small woman's shorts rubbing against her abdomen telegraphing the most primal messages of deep and consuming need. Releasing her lips and stopping her hand, Rory pulled her lover into a gentle hug. "Whoa… Easy." Waiting for the small woman to catch her breath, she pulled the drawstring on Amy's shorts, releasing the bow knot. "Stand up a second." Sweeping the dishes to the far side of the table, she lifted the blonde up onto the smooth Formica surface.
"Ah! …Shit that's cold!" Amy exclaimed as her bared backside met the chrome trim on the table. The cold metal was soon forgotten when two hot lips pressed themselves to her mouth, sending their heat to all points south. In the back of her mind she registered the fact that the chair made a crashing noise as it toppled away when her lover rose to pull her into the kiss.
Rory leaned across the smaller woman pressing her back onto the table with the passion of her kiss. Feeling a knee move up between her thighs, she groaned. "Mmm… I love you!" The seam of her jeans pushed up into her sex. "I love the way you smell." She nuzzled at Amy's neck and moved to press her face up into the nape, inhaling the fragrant blonde curls. "I love the way you taste."
The string of nibbles and kisses down her neck and shoulder made Amy shiver with excitement. The soft cotton of the polo shirt became abrasive on her breasts as her lover moved over her. "This has to go." She murmured into the dark hair at her chin, gathering the material as she rubbed Rory's back. The offending garment was begrudgingly tugged away to land with dishes on the end of the table. Her heart started to hammer as their breasts touched. "Do that thing again." Amy asked in a plaintive voice.
"What thing?"
"The thing with the humming."
"Huh?" Rory leaned back looking puzzled. Then a little light went on behind her eyes. "Oh… The 'Humming' thing." She grinned and bent in to take a breast into her mouth. "Mmmmmm…"
Arching her back into the vibrating kisses that traveled down from her breasts, Amy panted in short gasps, her hands lost in older woman's dark tresses. Her body was on fire; She throbbed with need as the humming lips slowly worked their way to their destination.
Heat was rising off the young woman's body in waves; Rory could feel it on her lips and skin as she moved down, tasting the sweet sheen of sweat that was building on the fine soft hair of her lover's belly. Dropping to her knees, she gently lifted Amy's legs up to rest on her shoulders and alternated humming kisses on the inside of either thigh.
The most intimate of kisses drew Amy down in a spiral to where all sensation was concentrated to a single point. A Swiss yodeler couldn't have competed with the joyful scream that exploded from her lips. The rush was incredible as she rose and crashed in ecstasy over and over. Finally sinking back to earth in a blissful haze she whispered, "Thank you!" as Rory crawled back up her body for a grateful kiss of reward.
"You're very welcome!" Was the quiet reply. Leaning up on her elbows the executive looked down into the green eyes that were now the keeper of her soul, she smiled widely at the love that came shining back to greet her. "Any time… I never knew what hunger was until I tasted you." She winked. Looking up past her lover's head, a puzzled look swept over her face. A small giggle turned to smothered laughter as she dropped her head to Amy's shoulder.
"Just what is so god-damned funny!" Amy demanded.
"Oh fuck! …Ha ha ha!" Rory barely composed her self long enough to say "Look." Dissolving into gales of laughter as one hand lifted up to indicate the kitchen.
The kitchen table was pushed up against the cupboards, Amy's chair trapped between the two, leaning akimbo with just the top of backrest peeking up. Dishes from lunch were strewn across the floor in broken pieces along with Rory's shirt. Rory's chair lay on its side halfway into the hall …and Amy's sweat shirt circled lazily above them, hanging from the ceiling fan.
"I don't believe it. My mother is Psychic. We really DID wreck the kitchen!"
The Manila folder hit the desk with a thwack. "Rochelle Winters, Thirty-nine, five-eleven in stocking feet, one-hundred and sixty-five pounds." The man standing before the desk recited in a bored monotone. "Senior western sales manger for Intercorp. No dependents - divorced."
"That's all you've got?" Carson asked, the angry disappointment clear on his face. "What the hell am I paying you for?" He flipped the file open to look at the eight by ten picture, clearly a corporate portrait of a good looking brunette looking back at the camera with only a hint of a smile on her face. "I want dirt… not a resume!"
"Mr. Stafford, I'm going to need a day or two to get you something more in depth." The P.I. said without apology. "I have a man watching the house and my office is digging into Mrs. Winter's history as we speak. "When I have more, you'll get more."
"See that you do!" Carson flipped through the attached report in the file and waved his hand dismissively, glancing up to glower at the man's retreating back as he left the office.
3:15 LAWYER - L. TWIST ARRIVED AT HOUSE. GREETED AT FRONT DOOR BY SUBJECT - R. WINTERS. L. TWIST WAS CARRYING BAG MARKED "COUNTY GENERAL". R. WINTERS WAS CLAD IN WHAT APPEARED TO BE A BATHROBE.
3:55 L. TWIST LEFT HOUSE. SUBJECT - A. STAFFORD AND R. WINTERS BOTH APPEARED AT DOOR WHEN THE LAWYER LEFT. R. WINTERS WAS FULLY DRESSED AT THIS TIME.
5:05 VOCALIZATIONS OF SUSPECTED INTIMATE NATURE FROM THE HOUSE.
Carson winced and cursed under his breath. A sour taste rose in the back of his throat and he dug in a desk drawer. Finding a roll of antacid he chewed two of the tablets and continued reading.
7:20 SUBJECTS - R.W. AND A.S. LEFT HOUSE HOLDING HANDS. ENTERED LATE MODEL SEDAN REGISTERED TO THE ESTATE OF C. YORK. TAILED SUBJECTS TO LOWER SIDE MALL.
7:48 SUBJECTS - R.W. AND A.S. ENTERED MALL CINEPLEX
9:17 SUBJECTS - R.W. AND A.S. LEFT MALL AND RETURNED TO HOUSE. SUBJECTS REMAINED IN CAR IN DRIVEWAY FOR APX.15 MINUTES - SUBJECTS APPEARED TO BE KISSING.
9:53 SUBJECTS - R.W. AND A.S. ENTERED HOUSE.
END OF REPORT…
Peeling two more tablets from the roll, Carson pulled out the photographs of his daughter and the woman leaving the house, getting in the car, entering the mall and finally a dark blurry picture of the two of them in an embrace in the front seat of the car. He pulled the portrait from the bottom of the pile and glared at it for several minutes. 'Who are you Rochelle Winters? …And what do you want?' He thought venomously.
Carla was walking into the living room when the phone began to ring. "Winters' residence, Mrs. Winters speaking." She said smiling at the name and looking at the shiny new wedding ring on her finger. "Um… Yeah, he's in the shower can you hang on a sec." She covered the receiver with her hand a hollered at the top of her lungs. "Snookie! …Phone!"
Harland wandered in with a towel wrapped around his waist and another scrubbing at his wet hair. "Whozit, Sunshine?" He asked pausing to put a damp kiss on his new wife's shoulder.
"It's Robert."
He took the handset and smiled giving her another kiss on the lips, and a pat on the ass. "Hey Bobby! What's up, I'm not supposed to be back until Monday." He listened, frowning and hung the towel around his neck. "No it wasn't me, we just got back yesterday. …Shit I don't like this. Does she know?" Running his hand through his damp hair, he paced back and forth as far as the cord would allow. "…Well find her, she should know about this… And Bobby, check this out and let me know what you find out. …Yeah man, later." He hung up.
Walking back in to the room, Carla handed her husband a drink. "What did Robert want?" She asked, her face reflecting the concern on his face.
"Somebody's been at the office asking a lot of questions about Rory. Personal stuff, like some sort of investigation or something. He wanted to know if I'd done it."
"Well that's just silly, you guys were all copasetic after the divorce." She looked at him with a little worried frown. "Weren't you?"
Harland smiled down at his child-wife, he knew that she couldn't help but be slightly intimidated by his statuesque ex-wife. He gathered her into a reassuring hug. "Don't worry Sunshine. I talked to her just before she left for the mid-west promotion. Other than being pissed about being sent on a milk run, she was fine with the way things were."
They sat on opposite ends of the couch, feet tangled up in the middle. Rory was tapping away at her laptop and Amy was engrossed in a book. So long as they had some form of physical contact, each was content to sit in companionable silence.
Amy was mildly surprised when she discovered than Rory wore reading glasses. Now glancing up she watched her lover peer down through the lenses at the screen and decided that she was even sexy in her 'Librarian' mode complete with her hair twisted in a knot held in place by a pencil. Reaching out, she tugged at one of the toes between her knees. "Dollar-ninety-eight?"
"What?" Rory asked in a distracted fashion.
"For your thoughts… dollar ninety-eight. Inflation you know."
Chuckling, the executive wiggled the trapped toe. "I just finished the notes for my presentation next week. So I was wondering if I dared to check my e-mail."
"Why? Is there something you should be worrying about?"
Shyly Rory looked up with a crooked smile. "Well, I kind of left the hotel in a hurry and didn't let home office know where I was going."
Amy laughed and slapped her lover playfully on the leg. "So you've been playing hooky."
"Technically no… I did leave a message at the desk that I was taking a week of vacation time… I just didn't say where exactly."
Amy pulled up, releasing the toe but holding on to the sock until it came free of its foot. Working the arch with her thumbs She began a firm massage that was beautifully brutal. Waiting for the body attached to the foot to relax to the consistency of jello. "Okay you're ready." She announced. "Go ahead and check your mail."
Rory caught the young woman's eye over the frames of her glass and then made a face of mock fear. "Here goes." Waving one hand in the air and bringing it down to punch a key. A tinny voice spoke from the machine. 'You have one hundred six messages.' Rory pushed her glasses up onto her head and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Oh SHIT!"
Half an hour later Amy returned to the front room carrying two mugs of coffee. She set one down on the coffee table at Rory's elbow and then bent to look over the tall woman's shoulder. "How's it coming?"
"I'm up to yesterday." Rory paused long enough to take a grateful swallow from the mug. "Mostly the usual whining and office gossip, …and of course I'm in shit for not telling anyone where I am." Snickering evilly, she hit the delete key, erasing yet another message demanding her whereabouts. "Screw You Ajax!"
"Who's Ajax?"
"It's my pet name for the chief executive administrator. It's short for 'A Gigantic Battle Ax.' Gretta thinks the world resolves around Intercorp and why it does is solely because she is cranking the handle."
"I take it that no one calls her that to her face."
"Not that lived to tell about it… What the hell?" Rory tapped on several keys, a deep frown furrowing her brow. The gibberish on the screen began rearranging itself like ants scurrying about on a page. "What could be so important that they'd do this." She muttered, watching message slowly form before her eyes. "This message is encrypted so it can only be read from this machine."
"I guess this doesn't happen often then." The whole thing seeming too 'cloak and dagger' to Amy.
"Yeah." Rory replied. "As in never. To tell you the truth, I barely remember the memo from when they installed it two years ago."
The screen flashed twice to indicate the message was done.
**Rory… Who have you pissed off now? Please call me on my private line ASAP. -Robert**
Amy felt her whole world shift. Suddenly she knew that her coach was about to turn into a pumpkin. "Who's Robert?" She asked in a quiet voice.
Sighing in resolution, Rory reached into her briefcase and extracted a cell phone that hadn't been turned on in several days. "Robert is Harland's Personal Assistant. Really a fancy name for Secretary if you ask me, but he's a very nice young man. He wouldn't contact me unless it was important, especially on secured mail like this."
The phone rang as soon as Rory turned it on. "I see you got my message." Said a young man's voice
"Hi Robert, How did you…" Rory began.
"The mailer signals back as soon as it's opened. Didn't you read your memo?"
"Yes, two years ago!" Rory was getting angry. "Enough horse shit. What the hell is this all about?"
"I think that you are being investigated. A man was here asking some personal questions about you. Harland said to get a hold of you and keep it on the hush. Then someone tried to hack into your personal file."
"Did they get any thing?
"No, your girls gave the snoop a song and dance. They wouldn't rat you out Rory." There was a long pause and then Robert cleared his throat. "They are both loyal to you, …not like that crap before." He added gently.
"Okay I'll call you as soon as I get back."
"Look Rory, I'm really sorry…"
Rory cut him off by shutting off the phone. She looked up into a pair of green eyes that were misting over with tears. "Honey, I have to go back to home office." She said in a hushed voice, sad and low.
The water works started. "…But you weren't leaving 'til Sunday night." Amy complained, her heart breaking.
Setting down the phone and the laptop, Rory gathered Amy into a deep crushing hug. "Please come with me." She whispered.
"I can't."
"Yes you can, the reading's not until Wednesday." Rory kissed the ear by her lips. "Come with me." She begged.
"I can't afford it…"
"I can." Rory kissed her lover's neck. "Please…"
(c) 1999 S. Day