Indiana Jones and the Mesopotamian Tablet
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Category:
G through L › Indiana Jones
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
5,127
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Indiana Jones movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Special Talents
Maryjean felton@hotmail.com
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Later that evening, after a few drinks, Dr. Jones found himself entertaining Dr. Grevey in his hotel room. On a makeshift ‘stage’ in front of the mud colored plaster walls, Indiana was acting out his last adventure in which he was needed to retrieve the holy grail and his father from the hands of the Nazis. Animated, whip in hand he was imitating the Nazis and his father with tremendous skill, while Dr. Grevey was watching from an armchair, drink in hand and rocking with laughter.
“Dr. Jones, you are a very good mimic. Perhaps you should get a job in the entertainment business.” Dr. Grevey chuckled.
“I don’t think so sweetheart. It’s not my style.” Dr. Jones said, ambling over to the table next to the attractive doctor, and putting down his whip, trading it for a glass.
“Well, you seem to have quite a talent.”
“Right” Indiana said with a grunt. “You have any talents of your own sister?”
“Oh, quite a few doctor Jones. But I’m not sure it’s suitable to show them all to you on the first night.” Dr. Grevey said with a sideways glace, swallowing the remnants of the contents of her glass.
“Well, is there anything I could do to convince you otherwise Dr. Grevey?”
“Oh, please, call me Bridgette.”
“Well, then Bridgette,” Dr. Jones said, his voice softening as he drew nearer, putting down his cup, “Is there anything I could do to make you more… comfortable, then?” He was so close to her now his lips were nearly grazing hers, and she replied in a near whisper,
“Oh, Dr. Jones, I am already very… comfortable.” She tilted her head inward an extra quarter inch until their lips touched. His slightly rough but still tender lips touched her own smooth and full ones, softly at first, then more hungrily as she began to such on his bottom lip until it began to swell a little. She pulled him into the chair and straddled him, and she could feel his lips weren’t the only things swelling. She could feel his member beginning to stiffen underneath her, and her own desire was beginning to bubble inside. Indiana Jones was a sexy man, no one could deny it.
As she was thinking this, Indy began to such at her neck, causing little shivers to run down her spine and meet between her legs. She pulled off his trademark fedora and threw it to the floor, and when she started to tug on the buttons to his shirt he gave one of his signature half smiles and suggested,
“Why don’t we take this to the bedroom?” and before she could answer, she picked her up, still straddling him, and carried her off to the bedroom while Dr. Grevey began to suck his neck and Indiana smiled like it was his birthday.
Sorry this is taking forever, but I am swamped with work and other stories, this one just had to go on the back burner for while. I promise I won't leave you hanging forever though!
*~*
Later that evening, after a few drinks, Dr. Jones found himself entertaining Dr. Grevey in his hotel room. On a makeshift ‘stage’ in front of the mud colored plaster walls, Indiana was acting out his last adventure in which he was needed to retrieve the holy grail and his father from the hands of the Nazis. Animated, whip in hand he was imitating the Nazis and his father with tremendous skill, while Dr. Grevey was watching from an armchair, drink in hand and rocking with laughter.
“Dr. Jones, you are a very good mimic. Perhaps you should get a job in the entertainment business.” Dr. Grevey chuckled.
“I don’t think so sweetheart. It’s not my style.” Dr. Jones said, ambling over to the table next to the attractive doctor, and putting down his whip, trading it for a glass.
“Well, you seem to have quite a talent.”
“Right” Indiana said with a grunt. “You have any talents of your own sister?”
“Oh, quite a few doctor Jones. But I’m not sure it’s suitable to show them all to you on the first night.” Dr. Grevey said with a sideways glace, swallowing the remnants of the contents of her glass.
“Well, is there anything I could do to convince you otherwise Dr. Grevey?”
“Oh, please, call me Bridgette.”
“Well, then Bridgette,” Dr. Jones said, his voice softening as he drew nearer, putting down his cup, “Is there anything I could do to make you more… comfortable, then?” He was so close to her now his lips were nearly grazing hers, and she replied in a near whisper,
“Oh, Dr. Jones, I am already very… comfortable.” She tilted her head inward an extra quarter inch until their lips touched. His slightly rough but still tender lips touched her own smooth and full ones, softly at first, then more hungrily as she began to such on his bottom lip until it began to swell a little. She pulled him into the chair and straddled him, and she could feel his lips weren’t the only things swelling. She could feel his member beginning to stiffen underneath her, and her own desire was beginning to bubble inside. Indiana Jones was a sexy man, no one could deny it.
As she was thinking this, Indy began to such at her neck, causing little shivers to run down her spine and meet between her legs. She pulled off his trademark fedora and threw it to the floor, and when she started to tug on the buttons to his shirt he gave one of his signature half smiles and suggested,
“Why don’t we take this to the bedroom?” and before she could answer, she picked her up, still straddling him, and carried her off to the bedroom while Dr. Grevey began to suck his neck and Indiana smiled like it was his birthday.
Sorry this is taking forever, but I am swamped with work and other stories, this one just had to go on the back burner for while. I promise I won't leave you hanging forever though!