The Teaser

by John O'Connor

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asj/john/teaser.php
Summary: In response to the Shatterstorm Challenge to use the following 6 words in a story: Launch pad, hug, reboot, eccentric, hard-headed, legend

Janet Fraiser had spent the past several minutes amusing herself between Samantha Carter's splayed legs. Under the guise of a medical exam, the good doctor was toying with the succulent flesh between the blonde's legs. Pretending to be fascinated by some unseen thing inside Sam, Janet would spread her nether lips wide and push her finger inside. After moving it around in there, the tip would lightly caress a certain secret spot Janet had found. Before her willing victim could really enjoy it, she'd pull it out and, after checking that the coast was clear, lick it clean.

Janet glanced around once again and assured herself the curtain was still drawn. She moved in closer and sampled directly from the source, being careful not to let Sam, who was clearly on the edge, climax.

"Janet!" Sam hissed as that wonderful tongue slipped inside her. "Stop that!"

"Really?"

"No..."

While Sam enjoyed these shenanigans - one of the things she loved about her woman was the brunette's playful attitude towards sex - it was time like this she wanted to shout and scream at Janet. As always with these check-ups in the SGC, Janet would stop playing just before Sam could get any relief.

'Launch pad aborts can't be anywhere near as frustrating,' thought the former NASA wannabe.

Janet stepped away from the exam table. "You can get down now, Sam."

"Easy for you to say," Sam muttered. She didn't know if she could even lift her feet from the stirrups without collapsing.

Janet came over to hug Sam, saying, as if to a child, "Aw, are we in a grumpy mood?"

"You know what I want."

Janet pulled back, "Uh-uh. Not yet. I was just doing a quick 'systems check'..."

"Yeah, cute euphemism!"

"Well, to carry the metaphor further: Do not reboot yourself today. I'll handle the final systems diagnostic myself tonight."

Sam shivered. She had learned to accept these post-mission sex teasings only because they usually led to her having mind-blowing sex with Janet.

"All right," Sam grumbled. "I'll be good."

"Not for long, I trust."

Flashing a wickedly playful smile over her shoulder, Janet left Sam to get dressed. Maybe there was something to this Napoleonic power-mongering after all...

* * * * * *

Sam pulled up in front of the small bungalow she owned. While she spent most of her time at the Fraiser house, there were times it was good to come home.

Times like tonight when she knew Janet would have her screaming. As much as Cassandra loved her mothers, and loved them being together, she had the typical teenaged disgust when it came to adult sex.

Sam noticed her neighbor was out patrolling his yard. 'He's odd,' she thought. 'Constantly patrolling his yard in the day and even taking out a metal detector to scan the soil.'

'Be fair, Samantha,' Sam's mother's voice echoed in her head. 'He's just a bit eccentric. And you really can't blame him after all that happened with your hand-made Stargate.'

"Yes Mother," Sam whispered as she waved to the odd little man.

* * * * * *

An hour later, Janet arrived. Sam was fresh from her bath and wearing only a white, terrycloth robe. Her hair was still damp. Janet took Sam in her arms and kissed her, enjoying the smell of her clean lover.

"You didn't?"

"No, Ma'am. I didn't touch myself," Sam stated. It was only a half-lie as she had to touch herself in some way while washing. But she did overcome the need to 'relieve her stress'.

"Good," Janet said in a low, sultry voice. She didn't bother to tell Sam she had gone into her office after the major left the Med Center. She closed the door and pulled her panties off to take care of her own lustful needs. Later, she'd tell Sam about masturbating in her office, even retrieve the panties from her purse. That never failed to reignite Sam's flagging libido after several orgasms.

"Lose the robe, go into the bedroom, and assume the position."

Sam started to tug on the robe's belt but stopped, "When do I get to give the orders?"

"On base. When it's not a medical situation."

"Oh."

The belt fell loose and the robe hug open, exposing Sam's body to the cool room air. Her nipples, still covered by the robe, hardened quickly.

Janet's eyes traveled from Sam's blue eyes down to her mouth as Sam's tongue peaked out. That'll be put to good use,' she promised herself. Her gaze continued down to see the fully exposed cleavage of the blonde's high, firm breasts. Down over the flat stomach, dimpled by her navel, and to the small, neatly trimmed triangle of dark golden curls.

Seeing something glisten there, Janet wondered if that was from the major's bath or the major. She reached out, combed her index finger through the fur, and tasted the moisture there. 'Mmmm, definitely Sam.'

Sam stood there for a moment as if deciding something. Finally, in a quiet voice, she asked, "Why don't you get naked too?"

Janet, her dark hair unpinned and brushing her shoulders, was still in her Air Force uniform, albeit with the tie loosened, the blouse unbuttoned at the neck, and the jacket hanging open, stared at Sam. "Excuse me? Why don't I what?"

Sam stared At Janet, momentarily taken aback by the shorter woman's tone. Then her eyes twinkled as she realized it was all part of their special game. Maybe it was time to take it up a notch?

"Why are you still standing there? I thought I told you to lose that and get in the bed?"

As the robe pooled at her feet, Sam nodded and muttered under her breath, "Hard-headed bitch." She waited until she passed her lover before smiling.

"Excuse me? What did you say?" Janet's eyes followed Sam's lovely backside into the bedroom. Her body was right behind.

Inside, Sam was lying on her back when Janet told her to turn over. "I'll show you what a hard-headed bitch I am!"

Sitting next to Sam's nude from, Janet rubbed her hand in a circular motion over the rounded ass of the blonde. She lingered over Sam's birth mark, stroking the darker skin with a finger tip.

"That feels good," Sam said into the pillows.

"Not for long," Janet promised. She sat there a moment, leaning on her hand which pressed into one soft cheek. "Let's see... There are fifteen letters in hard-headed bitch..."

"No. Please," Sam pleaded, her tone belying her words.

Janet raised her blue-sleeved arm then brought it back down, her open hand impacting on Sam's left asscheek.

The flesh quivered, enticing to Janet's eye. She repeated that on the right cheek. She alternated hitting each cheek until both had received seven swats. She paused then. Where to deliver the last?

Sam, meanwhile, squealed and moaned into the pillow each time she felt Janet's hand. The squeals were in response to the moment of pain when Janet's hand landed. The moans could be interpreted wrongly as pain. In reality, the pain was minimal. The excitement of giving herself so completely to her lover was wonderful.

Janet finally opted for the birth marked cheek, bringing her hand down once more. Sam groaned loudly at the last spank.

Sam's ass was bright red. And warm to Janet's now-soft touch. The doctor caressed the enflamed skin as she murmured to Sam, "How does that feel? Are you wet for me? Do you want me?"

Sam nodded, her face buried in her pillow.

"Well, I want you too," Janet whispered. She lowered her head and kissed the dark birth mark in the wide, red area. Her tongue slipped out to tickle the small spot. Sam squirmed.

Standing, Janet reached down and pulled Sam's ass into the air, knees supporting the blonde while her face still lay pressed into the pillow.

Being careful not to kneel on her skirt, Janet got down on the floor and leaned into Sam's wet crotch. The blonde was clearly extremely excited.

Her tongue reached out and probed where her fingers had been several hours before. But this time, Janet had no desire to make Sam 'suffer' anymore. Anyway, this orgasm would be so much fun to watch.

Janet's fingers toyed with the hard nub of Sam's clit lightly as she tongued the hot, wet labia. The major's essence was practically flowing onto the doctor's tongue.

As Sam's body began to shake with her imminent release, Janet pulled back. This was not out of any desire to 'torture' Sam any longer. She merely wanted Sam to lay on her back so Janet could look up at her and watch the blonde's face as she came.

"Roll over, Honey. Sit up a bit too."

Sam rolled onto her back and hitched herself up to lean back against the head board. She watched with fascination as Janet crawled onto the bed in her dress blues and lay between her spread legs.

Sam watched as Janet lay between her spread legs, being careful not to wrinkle her uniform too much. Sam eyes gleamed lustfully, she loved a woman in uniform and her lover, fortunately, had several...

Janet's gaze locked on Sam's blue eyes as her mouth locked on the blonde's wet sex. Sam had to force her eyes to stay open as she felt the velvety softness against her incredibly aroused flesh. She had to settle for a loud moan.

Janet found it equally as difficult to keep her eyes on Sam when she was pleasuring her lover. But it was her own fault. She started that aspect of this particular game and she had to follow her own rules.

'And I love the look in her eyes when she cums,' Janet added to herself.

Teh doctor's talented tongue explored every millimeter of Sam's nether region, tasting and tickling the wet heat. Her nose brushed the tip of Sam's clit, jutting out of it's protective hood proudly.

Janet felt Sam tighten around her tongue and knew it was a matter of seconds. She simultaneously pressed the tip of her nose against Sam's clit, the tip of her tongue to the hidden g-spot deep inside Sam, and the tip of her index finger against Sam's tight rosebud.

Her eyes, still fixed on Janet's, were wide and dilated, Sam cried out once and than once again. Those cries echoed through the bedroom as the blonde was finally allowed to fall into the white hot abyss of her own pleasure.

Janet felt the extra honey flowing and took as much as she could catch with her lips and tongue. She was able to get quite a bit.

Sam's eyes had closed in the midst of her orgasm. It was practically impossible to keep them open. Janet knew this from personal experience and accepted it. The contorted look on Sam's face was just as pleasing.

Sam finally opened her eyes, still breathing heavily. She looked down to see Janet, her chin resting in Sam's curly thatch. The lower half of Janet's face was smeared with Sam's essence.

"God, Janet! That was...in-fucking-credible!"

Planting a quick kiss in Sam's blonde curls, Janet crawled up to Sam on her hands and knees. The open uniform jacket brushed Sam's distended, and very sensitive nipples, bringing a fresh gasp from the woman.

Still fully clothed, Janet lay atop her nude lover and kissed the woman thoroughly. Her tongue duplicated it's actions further down Sam's body with one difference. It had a most willing playmate in Sam's tongue.

Breaking the kiss, Sam licked at herself on Janet's chin and cheeks. Between licks, she said, "I want to please you now."

"Oh, you have, darling. You have." But Janet quickly got up, her knees on either side of the blonde's head as she straddled Sam. Hiking up her dark blue skirt, the brunette lowered herself onto Sam's waiting mouth.

As Sam's tongue worked it's own brand of magic on the sopping sex of the young doctor, Janet wondered if there was any kind of Hall of Fame. 'Sam's tongue should have it's own legend,' she decided before conscious thought was impossible.

The End.