Spencer's
Chronicles

Written by Taboo MacFru

Chapter 6


    Adam took a long pull on his Cider, then rubbed his hands together to warm them.  Taking Spencer's right foot in both hands, he asked "Are you ticklish at all?"
    "Not unless your touch is very light, or if you're really trying to tickle my feet.  I used to be ticklish everywhere, but now there are only a few spots where I still lose control," Spencer answered.
    "And where might those spots be?" he inquired as he began to use his thumbs on the bottom of her foot while his fingers stroked from the ankle to the base of the toes.
    "Oh no, I'm not telling you that. If you want that information you'll have to do the research yourself," she invitingly teased.
    "Let me know if I get too hard......" seeing her bemused look, he hastily added; "If I rub too hard on your foot.... This is supposed to be pleasurable and relaxing."
    "Alright, I will. But I like an extremely firm touch for massage," she told him,  paused momentarily to drink and smoke, then went on," Light touches and carresses are wonderful in other circumstances, but my personal preference is firm massages."

    They were both quiet, Spencer relaxing with beer, a cigarette, and the wonderful feelings emanating from her feet.  Adam was enjoying watching her reactions to his different techniques on different parts of her foot. Finished with the right foot, he carefully placed her leg against the back of the couch and tucked her foot between his hip and the couch. Then he took her left foot in his hands and began to work his magic on it.
    Spencer gave him a gentle smile,"If I could purr, I would. This is wonderful. You're wonderful. By the time you're finished I'm going to be ready to go dancing. Do you dance, Adam?"
    "I think I could manage a turn or two around the floor without crippling you," he responded slyly, then he grinned, "False modesty is not one of my character flaws. Actually I enjoy dancing, almost any style, and I've been told I'm a good partner."
    "Do you have a strong lead?" she asked almost hesitantly.
    "Why, do you not like that?"
    "No... it's just that some men have made the comment that I try to lead. Some of them have even said it was because I'm tall. I'm always tempted to shoot back that 'One of us has to lead' , so I guess I'm a little sensitive about it."  She turned her head and grabbed another cigarette, "No, please don't stop, I'd rather light my own and have you keep doing what you're doing."
    She sighed deeply with contentment, then suddenly she blurted out, "Ohmigod! I'm so rude.  Just b/c you don't smoke cigarettes............ Would you like a cigar? I've got several different kinds. Fat ones, skinny ones, short, long, domestic, CostaRican, Dutch, French...." she trailed off.
    "French, ptewie, no thanks. How about a Costa Rican fat man?" he asked, seeing if she had his preferred type.
    She indicated a wooden box on the coffee table, " Take your pick," she offered. She also sat up straighter and grabbed her lighter. After Adam had rolled, sniffed, and otherwise prepared to smoke the stoogie, Spencer struck the lighter and leaned towards him.  He took her cupped hands in his to steady the flame and puffed a few times to get it going.
    He leaned against the back of the couch, exhaling smoke and watched as Spencer selected her own cigar. She chose a panatella lit it and winked at Adam. "Shocking,I know. A lady smoking a cigar. But, I like them and I've never been much for conventionality." she explained.
    "Are you comfortable? Do I need to move my feet?" She offered.
Adam moved both her feet into his lap,  patted her leg just below the thigh,  then let his hand rest casually on her leg. "You're fine, I'm fine. A good meal, a beautiful companion who introduces me to 'Ritas on the Rocks, witty and touching conversation, Hornsby's and now ... a  good cigar. I am extremely comfortable."
    "I'm glad. I'm feeling pretty good myself. You're good company, Adam. I like you," Spencer complimented. "Some people would say that was blunt, I know, but I'm no good at being coy."
    "Honesty is an admirable quality. Are you that up front about all your feelings?" he wanted to know.
    "Depends on the feeling and my blood alcohol level." Spencer said.
    Laughing, he responded, " I like you, too. And I'm not usually quick to say that. But, if I may return a compliment, you're good company, too. And of course you are also an attractive woman."
    Avoiding the last compliment, she changed the subject, "Your bottle's empty, do you want another?"
    "Yes, please." He didn't force the issue.
    "While I'm in the kitchen, why don't you put on a CD?" she suggested, pointing to the stereo rack and the CD's arranged on the bookcases surrounding it. "They're in alphetabetical order by artist, if that makes it easier for you."

    As she returned holding a bottle of draft cider in each hand, she heard Mark Knopfler coming from the speakers. Before she could say anything, Adam put her left hand on his right shoulder and his right hand on her waist. With his left hand he covered her hand on the bottle and raised it to drink as he started to dance with her. He held her firmly but not tightly as he led her around the hardwood floor.
    "I knew having hardwood floors was a good idea." she asserted.
    "You're not trying to lead, and you haven't gotten any shorter, so I must be doing something right."
    "You make me laugh, Adam. That's not always easy to do," She paused to take a drink, then "You're also very attractive."
    Moving his hand from her waist to her ribs he made a fluttering motion with the fingers of his right hand while encircling her right wrist with a tight grip in anticipation of her reaction.
    "EEEK!" Spencer protested, drawing away from the tickling hand and finding herself held securely by Adam's left hand .
    He then gave her a dance floor twirl and brought her back to him, but closer and firmer still, with his hand in the small of her back. "Ticklish spot #1, located and noted," he whispered the warning in her ear, then bent his head to place a soft kiss where her neck and shoulder joined.
    Feeling her tremble slightly, he continued dancing while moving his lips first to the hollow at the base of her throat, then to her lips.  It was gentle but firm pressure on her lips, with no demand, implied or perceived, for more.
    Finally, Adam broke the contact between their lips. He also moved his hand in a stroking motion up and down her back from the waist to neck and back again to her waist.
    She sighed deeply, which pressed her full breasts against his chest briefly. As she exhaled he could still feel her busom against him. She laid her head against his shoulder and said into his neck, "This feels even better than the foot massage."
    Her breath on the side of his neck had an exciting effect on him and Spencer began to feel him grow hard against her. She stretched just a little in order to reach his ear and circle the shell with her tongue. She gently sucked on his ear lobe to draw it into her mouth and then lightly nipped  and released it.
    Adam was growing more excited and she felt this as he moved his hand from the small of her back up her spine and underneath her hair at the back of her head. Grasping a handful, Adam pulled her head back and bent his lips to her mouth. Parting her lips slightly for him, she soon found his lips much more demanding this time.  Still swaying lightly to the music, he slid his tongue around her lips to taste them and then went on to claim her mouth.  Ending the deep kiss with a soft brushing of lips, they both paused to take a breath.
    Spencer slid her bottle around his upper back and transferred it to her right hand. She then put both his and her bottles on the table nearest them with out breaking the embrace or stopping their *dance*.  Putting her right hand in his left she bent her elbow so that both his hands were behind her. She then put her left hand in his short hair, pulled his head down and explored his lips and mouth.  She ended the kiss not as he had, but by  kissing her way from his lips down his throat to the hollow. This she gave a lick. Hearing him moan softly and deeply, she giggled softly into his chest. "My, my, this is soooo much fun."
    They continued dancing, kissing and carressing one another, learning each others rhythms, reveling in the exquisite newness of each others bodies.  Finally, the CD ended and they stopped dancing but neither was willing to break their embrace.
    Spencer tried to pull her head back away from Adam's face, but he put his hand in her hair again and pulled her mouth back to him.  When the kiss was over and he started to trail his tongue down her neck, she did draw back and this time he let her, it exposed more of her neck for tasting, kissing.
    She placed her hands on either side of his head and pulled his face to her, as he tried again to kiss her, she said, "Adam, I have to stop."
    "No," he answered softly and kissed her lightly on closed lips, "I don't want to stop."
    "I don't want to stop either, but I don't want to go any further. And if you go back to my neck again, my knees will collapse, and  I'll take you with me when I fall," she promised.
    He took her hands in his and began to lead her back to the couch. Seeing where he was headed, she stopped and begged, "Please don't.  You'll tempt me into going beyond where I'm prepared to go. Please, it's hard enough to say 'No' feeling like this, don't look at me like that."
    "Like what?" he tried to ask innocently.
    "You are far too good at that look not to have used it with a fair degree of success in the past. Now, please. Don't tempt me any more."
    He pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her and her arms went around his waist. "Do you really want to stop?" he questioned her.
    "No," she admitted honestly, "but as I said before, I'm not prepared to go any further tonight.  Don't torture both of us, please."
    Recognizing the word 'tonight' as a possible cue and invitation to more delight at a later time Adam agreed, "Okay, I'll stop, but I don't want to."
    "I know you don't," Spencer acknowledged, "and I appreciate you not forcing the issue. I'm not being coy, it's just that I am feeling overwhelmed.  It's been a while since I felt this ...... this....."
    "Intense?" he offered helpfully.
    "That too. My normally articulate vocabulary must be suffering from estrogen interference," she explained playfully, "I just need a little time to process. And besides, it's very late, or early, depending on your viewpoint of those hours between midnight and dawn. I have to be in by 7:30 in the morning to get things ready for you and my other volunteer."
    "Just one good night kiss then?" he proposed.
    She turned away from him and walked to the coat tree, removed his coat and held it by the shoulders for him. "Absolument and don't be too impressed , that's one of the beaucoup few words I know in French."
    He laughed as he shrugged his way into his coat. " But you say it so well. I could stay and teach you a few more words," he proffered, "words like hair" he stroked her hair, "cheek" resting his fingers on her cheek, "kiss" he bent and kissed her on the lips.
    "Thank you, you are too kind, truly. But not tonight," she ended firmly. "One good night kiss."
    "That one didn't count, it was part of the vocabulary lesson," he protested.
    Linking her hands at the back of his neck, she grinned and countered, "That's what I'm afraid of. That the vocabulary lesson would turn into an anatomy lesson."
    She stood on her tip-toes to reach his mouth with her own. As he became engaged in the embrace, she slowly lowered her feet until she was standing flatfooted again. As his arms tightened around her she pressed her body fully against his. They both drew out the last pleasure of the evening, enjoying the fullness of their contact.
    They slowly, reluctantly broke first the kiss and then the embrace.
    As his hand reached out for the door knob, he turned his head and body back to her and suggested," Dinner tomorrow, after you 'train' me."
    "Only if you're brave enough to try my cooking," she dared.
    "What sort of wine should I bring?" he took the dare.
    "I'll make pasta and 'shrooms. How about a Cabernet?"
    "I'll get it before I come to your office. It'll save time tomorrow evening."
    "Good idea. Hasta luego," She kissed him briefly and began to shut the door.
    "Au revoir, mon cher" and he kissed her on the forehead.
    Shutting and locking the door, she leaned against the wall and slid down to the floor with a plop. "Whew! You are the luckiest horny bitch on the planet tonight, honey" she told herself, and then arose and peeled off her clothes on the way to bed.
 


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