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On Location	By : svecica Category: Individual Celebrities > Scott Bakula Views: 1952 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Scott Bakula. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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“You know," he nearly whispered in her ear, “I still think I could do a better job if you weren’t in costume.” He spoke before he thought, and was half afraid he was about to receive a broken nose. She was so hard to read. Sarah had such a sarcastic sense of humor that he was never sure when she was joking.
She turned around and looked at him thoughtfully. He was leaning toward her, obviously fighting the urge to kiss her. She stared at him, her smile full of mischief; her eyes full of craving. She stood up, and angled the chair away from them. She looked down at him, and slowly began to pull her shirt up over her head. He stood beside her and helped her to keep it away from the makeup on her chest. They hung the costume piece on the towel rack, and Scott began to clean off the last of her stage makeup. She watched his face as he ran the cloth down her neck and chest. The yearning was carved into his expression. As he ran the cloth slowly and delicately across the edge of her bra, careful not to touch the thin lace, he looked up into her eyes. They looked intently into each other’s eyes, trying to resist the need they both felt.
Their mouths were pulled steadily closer to each other, despite their best efforts. Scott put the cloth on the counter behind him and began to trace the edge of the lace with his fingers. Sarah’s mouth opened slightly to allow her breath, thick with want, to enter more easily. She still gazed unwavering, into his eyes. As he ran his fingers along her sensitive skin, her eyelids fluttered slightly. It was more than he could stand. He leaned down and kissed her.
She opened her mouth receptively, and moaned slightly as he pressed against her. They explored each other’s mouths with their tongues, the force of their embrace expressing their passion. Sarah closed her eyes, and wrapped her arms around his neck. His ran his hand over her hip, and around her lower back, and she pressed herself closer to him. Her hands slipped through his hair, and her right hand ran down his neck. She traced her fingertips down his neck, barely touching his skin, until she reached the collar of his shirt. Then, she ran the palm of her hand over his toned shoulders, feeling the muscles under the cloth. He slowly slid his right hand across the top of her breasts to her shoulder, before gently sliding his fingers down her side. His hand slowed along the curve of her breast, making her want to be caressed, but careful not to do so.
With both his hands at her waist, she began to run her hands across his chest. He kissed her deeply as she felt his body through his shirt. Her hands traveled slowly from his chest, pressing against his nipples on the way, across his firm stomach, to the edge of his pants. She carefully slipped her hands into his shirt, scarcely touching his warm skin. He dropped one hand to cup her butt, and brought the other up her back to embrace her more fully as he pressed his mouth to hers, quietly moaning his longing. She returned his passionate kiss, but ran her hands back up his stomach, around his sides, and along the back of his shoulders.
They kissed deeply, her hands exploring the lean muscles of his back. She moved her lips to his cheek, kissing gently. She brought her mouth to his ear, tracing the edge of it with the tip of her tongue. Then she nibbled down to his lobe, sucking gently as she pulled softly on it with her teeth. She felt his hand squeeze her butt and heard him groan. She smiled and began to kiss along his neck, tasting him and exploring with her tongue, becoming more enthusiastic with every reaction he gave.

Finally she brought her mouth back to his. He kissed her so hard; she was pressed back against the wall. He brought his right hand to her breast, cupping it fully. The mixture of surprise and pleasure made Sarah gasp. He lifted her breast slightly, running his thumb across her nipple. She pushed herself into his hands, and moaned into his mouth. He pressed against her, pinning her to the wall with his body. His mouth left hers and began to kiss her neck, dragging his teeth and lips along the vulnerable membrane. She moaned at the sensation. She ran her fingers through his hair as he unclasped her bra. He pulled himself away and looked into her eyes as he leisurely slid his hands over her shoulders, causing the bra to float down her arms and to the floor.
Her breathing was rapid, and she wanted to be all over him. He watched his own hands glide down her chest, sliding his palms over her erect nipples. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him with all of her desire. He pressed her back against the wall, and caressed her breasts, and teased her nipples. She groaned her pleasure and longing to him. He continued to fondle her with his right hand, while bringing his left down to massage her rear. She raised her right knee, pressing it along his leg. He ran his hand down to her knee, and pulled her leg over his hip. She could feel him now, so hard, and began to squirm against him. He ran his hand down to her butt, and pressed himself against her. “Oh!” she whimpered and grabbed his butt, forcing him even harder against her, and rubbed against him. He groaned deeply and began to kiss her throat again. She was moaning with the rhythm of his pressure, wanting to feel him inside of her. He kissed his way down her throat and to her breasts. He sucked gently on one. Then, bit lightly on the nipple, making sure it was at its most sensitive before flicking at it with his tongue. She was starting to feel lightheaded, her body awash with sensation.
Scott stepped back, his hands around her hips, and pulled her toward him. She lost her balance, and fell toward him. He guided their fall, landing in the chair. She let herself be guided, willingly, onto his lap and kissed him forcefully. As she started to kiss his neck again, he dipped his head and began experiment with her responsive nipples, tracing circles around the areola, slowly spiraling in toward the nipple, sucking and nibbling, causing her to squirm and moan atop him. As she sat straddling him, she felt his hand on her inner thigh, moving slowly inward. She brought his head up to hers, needing to kiss him again. His hand was almost where she most wanted to be touched, and she began kissing his neck encouragingly. His hand stopped, teasing her. Occasionally, his thumb brushed against her mound, drawing a groan of desire from her.
As she teased at his ears, she began to unbutton his shirt. She felt his strong shoulders with her mouth as she opened his shirt. She pushed his shirt over his shoulders, behind him. Before he could free his arms from the cloth, she slipped it over the back of the chair, making it difficult for him to take the shirt the rest of the way off. Then, with his arms tied beside him, she began kissing his throat again, down his collarbone and to his chest. She pulled herself away from him and kneeled in front of him, running the palm of her hand over one nipple while she ran her tongue over the other. She pressed her body against him as she lingered on his chest, savoring every gasp and moan he gave her.
Then, she moved gradually down his stomach, stopping to tease his navel. Such lavish attention, so close, with her hands traveling up his thighs brought a groan of need from him. She put her mouth at the edge of his jeans, slipping her tongue just into them, and ran it from his side, across his stomach to the other side, before unbuttoning his pants. She peeled his pants off of him, leaving them around his ankles. Then she kissed her way up his thigh, closer. She pulled his boxers down and continued. She was centimeters from his lust, when she stopped. She ran her tongue over the most sensitive flesh beside it. Then, she traced the tip of her tongue up the shaft, before swirling it around the head of his penis. She kissed his cock passionately, bringing it into her mouth a little at a time. His groans and encouragement excited her, and she brought more and more of it in, until she was taking his whole length in a steady rhythm.
As his excitement grew, so did hers. Her pace increased and she moaned into him. At the feel of the vibrations, he growled low, and his hips started to thrust involuntarily. She realized he was almost to climax, and pulled away. She had to bite his inner thigh to keep herself from finishing him off. “Oh, no. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” He pleaded. When she was calm enough to continue she straddled him again, careful not to let her jeans touch him, and leaned into him. She put her mouth to his ear and sucked on it a little before whispering, “I’m not done with you yet, Scott.”
Then she stood up and stepped back from him. She stared at him, eyeing his body like a panther about to pounce. She placed one foot on the toilet, to untie her shoe. She spread herself for him, while she focused on the shoe. Her legs open before him. He sat, his arms loosely restrained, watching her. When she had that shoe and sock off, she started on the other. She put it on the toilet also, turning her butt toward him and bending much more than she needed too. When she had her shoes off, she stood with her eyes fixed on him. She leisurely ran her hands down her body to her jeans. Her desire was obvious as she unfastened them. She slipped her hands inside and to either hip, slithering out of her pants and letting them drop to the floor.
His eyes devoured her as she stood in front of him wearing only a pair of white bikini cut panties. Again, she slipped her hands under the cloth, sliding it off her body. She stepped out of the pile of cloth, and straddled Scott again. She pressed her warm, wet heat against him, and he kissed her hungrily. She returned his kiss, rubbing herself suggestively against him.
She kissed and nibbled at his ear and he moaned loudly. She was panting in his ear, getting him more and more excited. He was as hard as she’d ever felt and covered with her juices. Every most sensitive nerve tingled with pleasure as she slid herself along him. She was close to losing control and she new it. “First I really ought to finish washing all this makeup off, though.” She whispered with noticeable difficulty, quickly standing and stepped into the shower. “You’re welcome to join me, though,” she suggested as she closed the curtain.
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