0 comments/ 12968 views/ 4 favorites Probalicious Ch. 01 By: ErieDrama He dropped his bag on the floor and sank into his chair. Running his fingers through his hair, he took stock of the bullpen and the rest of the empty desks. The silence never unnerved him any more. It was SOP after a long, grueling case and a welcome respite while he finished up the necessary forms and all the required governmental duplicates and triplicates. Tonight was different, somehow. He supposed he was just tired. He leaned back in his chair, swinging his long legs up to the desk at the same time and closed his eyes. He opened his eyes and it was daylight and there she was. God, he loved to look at her. Her super sexy smile, the curvaceous hips and her luxuriant hair. How he would love to take the pins out of her French twist, one at a time, just to watch the tendrils come loose in his fingers. He turned his head and realized that they were in any empty, surprisingly well-lit warehouse and completely alone. Naked. He raised his eyebrow slightly in wonder then shrugged his shoulders. I'll take it. As he watched her slowly brush out her hair, he became aware that his hand was slowly stroking the hard, hot head of his desire. Ding. The elevator chime went off. He jerked awake and in his disorientation thought he was still dreaming. His left hand was still stroking and squeezing. It finally dawned on him and he was not asleep, but still horny as hell. Great. He quickly rearranged his jeans and stood up to tuck in his shirt, thankful Tony had not caught him in this compromising situation. He lifted his eyes and there across the room were those eyes, her hypnotic gaze looking up and down the length of him. He swore that not only was she smiling, but she was licking her lips as well. -------------------------------------------------- She trudged wearily up the stairs, her heels hooked on her fingertips. It had been a long, long night. Scanning files for digital storage was the most grueling, and not to mention, completely unsexy, duty she had ever been assigned. She didn't desire to be a field agent, she preferred the comforts of home too much. This was the second time in 6 months that the director had asked for a large group of files to be completely inventoried and scanned. She really hoped that it wasn't some kind of punishment for an unknown transgression. Being low woman on the totem pole in the clerk's office meant she got the short end of the stick. And dick, she thought, seeing as I can't catch anyone's eye in or outside of work if I am kept working in the dark like this. At the top of the stairs, she slipped her shoes back on and fluffed her hair. You never know, she reminded herself, he could be here, working all night again. Maybe he would want to go for breakfast, coffee, a little something more? She slowly walked towards the cluster of desks and stopped short. He was there all right, looking sweet, sexy and vulnerable as he dozed. She tilted her head to admire him from afar and caught movement in his lap. Slowly, his hand was stroking and squeezing in a regular rhythm. His large hand did little to disguise the throbbing head of a nicely proportioned cock. She gasped slightly as her nipples hardened and her panties became damp. She was lost in her reverie, smiling and licking her lips when the elevator chime made her jump. She looked at the door, but it didn't open. She looked back and smiled as she watched him hurriedly fix his clothes, licking her lips again. When he finally looked up it was straight into her eyes. -------------------------------------------------- "Good morning, Special Agent McGee, you're here early." She gave him a sweet smile, hoping to engage him in more than a brief conversation. "Ah, no, actually, I was here all night. Jessie, right?" His uncertainty only endeared him to her more. "Yep, that's me. Hey, I was on my way out to get some coffee, would you like me to bring you some?" That's not the kind of relief he needed right now and they both knew it. This time, he licked his lips and said, "How about we go together?" How could she say no? Looking at his sweet, earnest face and his total control over what must be a very painful case of blue balls, she slowly lifted her eyes to meet his. "Sure, I'm sure we'll find something to refresh us both." He grinned. And licked his lips again as she unconsciously sashayed into the elevator in front of him. He wasn't sure on the ride down if she stood so close to him to shield his enormous erection or to rub her bottom against it, but he was grateful either way. They stopped at the nearest kiosk and ordered lattes. Sipping them and slowly walking away from the building, he realized that she was steering him towards the row of former offices in the shadows behind the chapel. He smiled at the thought of being alone with her, finally getting her in his arms. Her voice snapped him out of his reverie. "You know, Agent McGee, there are remedies for the kind of discomfort you are experiencing." "Really? On-the-job remedies? Oh, and call me Tim." "Well, Tim," she purred as she took his hand and drew him into a deep alcove. Setting their coffees on the ground gave him a full view of her cleavage, her soft round breasts swinging as she bent with her luscious ass in the air. "I happen to know a few home remedies that might help. I guess they could be used at work, in a pinch." "I'm game, let's hear it." "Oh, I thought I would show you one right now. It might help you get through your day. Then, if you have any more trouble, you can call me for a stronger solution." She started to reach for his belt, but he grabbed her around the waist and was kissing her before she knew what hit her. His expert mouth and tongue left her gasping and she almost forgot that she was determined to hold out for more than just this one chance meeting. She was going to make him beg for the final prize. She pulled herself away with a little smile and stroked the bulge behind his zipper. He groaned and clenched his teeth, and her ass. "Now, Tim, you're going to have to loosen your grip if you want me to help you." He immediately let go."Sorry." She kissed his mouth sweetly and said, "That's okay, I like it. Right now, I just want to take care of you." Jessie looked Tim in the eyes as she loosened his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down and slowly pushed his boxers down, releasing his rock hard cock. She kept her eyes locked on his as she took him in her hands and slowly lowered herself before him. His eyes never left hers until she finally took him in her mouth and then he squeezed them shut and moaned. She was too busy exploring the length of him with her tongue to care if someone might hear them. He was hard and velvety soft and completely in her control. She took her time, stroking the length of his cock with a feathery, light touch of her fingernails while sucking the head. Not too hard, not too soft. She gripped his shaft with her left hand and slid her fingers under his sac. His balls were already hard, contracted, like he might blow his wad any second. She pulled her mouth away and blew gently across the wet tip. His cock gave a wild jerk and his fingers tangled in her hair. Very slowly, using just the tip of her tongue, she traced around the head and barely touching him, all the way down the shaft to the balls she was still massaging and back up again, even slower still. "Jessie. Please." "Hmmm?" "Don't tease anymore, please." "What do you want me to do, Tim?" "Give me release? Now. Please?" Now she went to work with a flourish, stroking in rhythm as her mouth plunged up and down, gently squeezing, milking him, waiting for the explosive orgasm to fill her mouth. When it came, he froze in time as he shot his wad straight down her throat. She swallowed as he came again and again. His fingers went slack in her hair and she was pretty sure he was struggling to stand upright. She sat back on her heels and looked up at him. His eyes were still closed and he looked peaceful, satisfied, and exhausted. He slowly stirred and looked at her, shyly fastening his jeans. She watched with a soft smile on her face, unsatisfied herself, but content, for now. "Here, let me help you up." His very large hands dwarfed hers as he pulled her to her feet. "Thank you, Tim. Coffee?" "Yeah, thanks. Uh, thanks for, yeah." He silently sipped his coffee and kept his eyes on the ground. "You know, we're consenting adults, nothing to be ashamed of." She got close so she look up into his eyes and smiled. He smiled back and quickly kissed her, a sweet, chaste kiss. "Jessie, can I have your number? We should, ah, do this again sometime. Maybe I can repay the favor." "Absolutely, let me see your phone." And without waiting she dug her hand into his pocket. He was pretty sure he liked how forward she was and definitely sure he didn't want to go back into work. "We better get back to work, Jessie. Everyone gets worried when I'm late, I'm surprised no one has called yet, actually." "Oh, Tim, I actually have the rest of the day off. My boss is being kind today and I'm taking advantage of her generosity. Think I will go home, have a nice long bath and a refreshing nap." Tim really wished he could join her, but unless he was actually ill, Boss wasn't going to go for it. "Well, enjoy yourself." I will be thinking of you all day. "Oh, I will, I love getting wet. Oh, did I say that out loud?" She flashed him a coy smile and sauntered away. ================================================== Bright blue eyes withdrew further into the shadows. What had he just witnessed? A beautiful girl, practically throwing herself at McGee? On the Navy Yard? In plain sight? IF you were looking for them, that is. Probie scored and here you are with an erection straining your slacks? What is the world coming to? ================================================== As he walked into the bullpen, Ziva almost tackled him. "McGee! We were starting to get worried. It looked like you had been here all night and then vanished! Tony even went to check the coffee stand." "He did!? What?! It was nothing. I went out for some fresh air." Tony slunk behind his desk, trying to hide his own discomfort and asked, "So are you refreshed, Tim?" McGee drew his eyebrows together in confusion. "Sure, Tony, it's a beautiful day out there." Did he know? Tony always seems to find out. "It sure is. You know, I looked ALL OVER the Navy Yard for you and didn't see you. I didn't check all the shadowy corners, though, I was kinda in a hurry." Now McGee was sure. Tony knew. He knew something. And he wasn't going to forget. That's what made him a good investigator: tenacious as a bulldog, but with more charm. Probalicious Ch. 02 The throbbing between her legs only intensified as Jessie walked away. She didn't look back and this surprised her. Everything that had just happened surprised her. What the hell had gotten into her? She had never even kissed a guy before the third date and now she was performing fellatio on a man she barely knew in public? She smiled to herself and tried to concentrate on getting to the bus stop just outside the gates, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to think of anything but the pulsing button between her legs begging for attention. She slipped back in a side door of the NCIS building and made a beeline for the nearest ladies' room. Finally sequestered in the furthest stall from the door, she slipped her panties down and almost gasped when her fingers found her clit. Jessie leaned her head against the wall, stroking her pussy, reliving the events of the morning and came with a sharp intake of air. It had taken every ounce of control she had not to cry out during the intense orgasm., Drained of energy, she sat down for a minute to catch her breath and heard someone leave one of the front stalls. Her heartbeat returning to a somewhat normal state, Jessie fixed her clothes and left her own stall. Weak in the knees, she was looking at the floor and there fore completely unaware that someone was watching her. As she reached the sink to wash her hands, the other woman spoke to her. "Jessie, are you okay? I don't want to pry, but it sounded like you might be, you know, in some kind of pain. I know of this really great whole body cleansing that could help." Jessie looked up and into the eyes of the eccentric forensic scientist, Abby. She felt her face flush, her heart race increase, and her mouth clamp shut in total mortification. She concentrated on washing her hands thoroughly, irrationally afraid that Abby would be able to smell pussy on her hands and know what she had really been doing. Luckily, Abby just took her silence for plain old embarrassment. "You know, like that commercial for that yogurt that keeps you regular? There's nothing to be embarrassed about, it happens to us all." Jessie stared at her, unable to compose any response, and only managed to whisper "Thanks, Abby" and slipped out the door as fast as she could. Of all the people to be in there at that moment, she thought. Oh, hey Abby, I just gave McGee a blow job and he loved it. I intend to do much more than that, one way or another. Shaking her head, she thought, whatever, she will find out eventually. Jessie had never been one for gloating and besides, she was just a little afraid of the other woman. Anyone that sweet on the outside tended to be a formidable adversary. Jessie woke up to the insistent buzzer indicating that someone wanted in the building. Probably Mr. Arthur in 102 forgot his keys again. Rolling her eyes, she hurried to the front door and quickly pushed the correct button to let the person in, not even curious to see who it was. She regretted that decision thirty seconds later as she reached her bed, when someone knocked on her door. She cautiously peered out the peephole and quickly stepped back when she saw who it was. What the hell is he doing here? I never told him where I lived. Jessie calmly asked, "Couldn't you have called first?" The man patiently waited ten seconds and then said, "Jessie, I just want to talk. Please let me in. Nobody knows I'm here." Knowing that it was a bad idea, she opened the door and let Special Agent DiNozzo in. "My, we are pretty cranky today. Is it your monthlies?" Tony casually gazed around the room then back to her, his eyes taking in her worn t-shirt she obviously used for a nighty. He caught a glimpse of pink satin under the hem. "What the hell kind of question is that, DiNozzo? Why are you here?" Tony slowly walked around the room, using his investigative skills to surmise that Jessie did not have a boyfriend, lived all alone, and was just as geeky as McGee, judging by the books precariously stacked in every corner. Turning to her with a smile, he murmured "Not what I was expecting for a little vixen like you." "I don't know what you are talking about." At least she hoped she didn't. "Hmm, you were wearing this cute little pink suit this morning with the black maryjanes, right?" "Yeah, so." Did we pass DiNozzo on our way out of the building. Possibly. Hopefully. "I noticed that the pantyhose are in the trash there. Get a run in them while you were on your knees?" Jessie's eyebrows drew together ever so slightly and her eyes narrowed. She didn't answer him, but her mind was furiously going over the events of that morning. Had he followed them? What had he seen? She was smart enough to let him keep talking and finding the weak spot in his story to exploit in her favor. Tony can't help himself, he always talks. "I should have known the first time I met you that your mouth could do wonderful things to a man. I shouldn't have dismissed you as another nerdy clerk. Looking at you now, with your hair all tousled and that skimpy nightie that barely covers your mound, I know that I might have missed out." Jessie squirmed as he stared at her breasts. Her nipples were hard and she knew he could tell and she didn't like what he was implying. "Now, I don't have to. See, I went to look for McGee, because it's not like Probie to vanish into thin air. I saw the two of you walking away from the coffee kiosk. I was impressed. He had been at work all night, hadn't shaved and he was with a beautiful girl." Jessie backed away as Tony walked toward her. "I would never suspect you were a risk taker. Such a naughty girl. Made me horny all day, you and McGettinItOn. It could look really bad in someone's personnel file if they found out, so I thought I would come over and give you some, uh, reassurance that I won't tell anyone." He's trying to blackmail me! What a jerk! I am not giving into this bullying. Think, Jessie, think. Tony tossed his overcoat on her couch and moved towards her. Think faster, girl! Okay, so he thinks he will have his way with me, tell McGee I'm not worth it, and ruin everything. Wait until he is vulnerable, then use all those self-defense moves. Let him think you are going to comply, let him get comfortable, relaxed and then let him have it. Jessie was a little naïve about men and seriously underestimated how intimidating Tony could be. He swiftly moved in and had her bent over the couch, completely vulnerable and unable to effectively fight back. Left without any other options, she started to plead with him. "Tony, please don't do this. I don't want to have sex with you. This is rape. I am not consenting!", she wailed as she heard him fumbling with his belt and zipper. "Well, dear, since we are not having sex, then we won't have a problem." Tony stroked her bottom and gently squeezed her cheeks. Jessie involuntarily tensed and gave a little moan. He smiled and stroked all the way down her crack to her clit. She gasped and her hips bucked and he knew it was time. Now's the time, she thought, I will throw myself up and backwards and knock him off balance, and run into the hallway. Okay, here we go. Just as she started to push herself up, DiNozzo moved in, pressing his cock against the cleft of her ass. The sensation as he rubbed himself up and down caused wonderful vibrations, which started her pussy throbbing, again. It was exacerbated by the fact that she was leaning against his overcoat and one of the buttons was against her clit. He's going to dry fuck me? Well, okay, I guess. I can put up with that and he can leave. Tony thrust his hips, savoring the feel of the silk on his dick. Mmm, she has such a nice ass. He squeezed and stroked her cheeks and continued thrusting in a steady rhythm. Losing himself in the sensation, he was surprised when he heard Jessie moan in pleasure. Vixen. He increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts, getting closer to that climax he had wanted all day. As Jessie arched her back and cried out, he shot his load, all over her sexy ass and ultra soft panties. Jessie was thankful for the couch holding her up. What was that all about? Part of her, that throbbing little part of her, said that it didn't care what it was, it felt good. The rational part of her mind said that it was wrong. She heard DiNozzo zipping up his pants and slowly pushed herself up off the back of the couch. She looked him in the eye, calm and collected, at least on the outside. "Are you done?", she asked, nodding toward the door. "Yeah, all done. Now, you have my reassurance. We will keep our little secrets safe, won't we?" Tony gave her one of those smiles, the one she was pretty sure were insincere. Despite his creepy smile, she definitely agreed with him. She would never tell another soul what happened here, or that she got off on it. She smiled her own fake smile and said, "Agreed. Goodbye." Jessie followed him to the door and made sure to lock the deadbolt when he was gone. She heard from the hallway, "I heard that!" She rolled her eyes and murmured under her breath, "Asshole."