The BLTS Archive - Head To Toe
by Carolyn Winifred (cwinifred@yahoo.com)

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She lifted her head from a long lazy kiss. 'Now about this single spot
of yours.'

Vic chuckled. 'Find it if you can.'

Ezri sat up, straddling his hips. Vic lifted his arms to support her
shoulders, but she took his wrists and stretched his arms over his
head. He nipped at her breasts as they came within range. 'Now, none
of that,' she cooed, but remained tantalizing above his face as she
stroked her cool hands along his arms, turning them over to check for
spots.

'It's not hidden, is it, in your hair or something?' Vic smiled but
refused to answer. Ezri ran her fingers though his stock of Andorian-
white hair, making the short strands stand up so she could look for
skin coloration on his scalp. Closing his eyes and breathing deeply,
Vic optimized the surrounding post-coital scent of two recently de-
flowered virgins, one real, one simulated. Ezri caressed his face,
made a scrutiny of each ear, and pried open his mouth for a quick peek
before straightening up with a frustrated hrrumph. Her hips slid
against his groin as her attention moved to his shoulders and chest.
She massaged his shoulders, tickled her fingers across his armpits,
then paid close attention on his chest to the strange human male
nipples.

Not finding a distinguishing mark, the next focus was his ribs and
belly. Vic sucked in the ten pound augmentation around his middle,
primary matrix thank you very much Felix. Ezri shifted her weight from
side to side as she leaned over to inspect his flanks. Vic manifested
an erection pressing against her thigh, then his penis leapt free when
Ezri scooted down to straddle his knees.

Vic put his hands behind his head and tried a nonchalant whistle while
he watched Ezri. Her warm eyes followed her cool hands down his hips
then up across his groin to his pubic hair. His erection was flopping
against his stomach. Ezri curled a chilly finger around it with a
smile, and gently lifted it out of the way of her inspection. Her
other hand caressed his skin through his peppered pubic hair, without
discovering any spots. Vic splayed his legs and raised his hips. Ezri
cupped his balls for just a moment. Then she leaned in for a close
examination of his taunt penis. He could feel her breath on his
overheated skin. 'Well, I can't tell,' Ezri spoke, and Vic registered
the tremolo in her voice. 'This is all purple, when it should be
pink.'

'That's not it,' Vic gasped, reaching to pull Ezri's head down, but
she sat up quickly, evading his reach, and continued her
investigation.

Vic appraised the pattern of spots along her neck, chest and legs as
Ezri shifted to kneel on the bed beside him. He kept his legs flat out
on the bed as her cool hands went down his shins and she gently
separated each toe. Vic focused in anticipation when she lifted each
foot, but she slid her fingers along his instep and heel, and didn't
initiate the ticklish reflex default.

After inspecting Vic from the top of his head to the bottom of his
feet Ezri settled back on her heels, hands on hips, a look of
exasperation on her face. She gazed down at his body splayed before
her. 'Is there really a spot?'

'I can't lie to you,' Vic reminded her of his programming. He smiled
and rolled quickly onto his stomach. Propped up on his elbows he
looked back over his shoulder and flailed his legs, trying to hook
them around Ezri. She scuttled out of the way giggling, then pounced
on his rear end. As she pressed his shoulders down, he quickly flopped
flat and lay still.

Ezri resumed her search with the back of Vic's head, rippling through
the neatly trimmed hair. His back appeared spotless. 'What size is it,
again?' she questioned.

'Too big to miss, missy,' came the muffled reply. Vic started
rhythmically thrusting his hips. Ezri had to grab his shoulder to stay
on. His heels kicked lightly at her back. She lifted her weight off
Vic as he continued to hump the mattress, straddling his legs on her
knees. She placed both hands firmly on his buttocks, applying all her
weight. But he continued to buck. 'I can't do this if you keep jumping
around.' With a groan Vic relaxed across the bed again.

Slightly trepidatious Ezri probed along his buttocks. Vic triggered
his posterior to tense up, then relax. Ezri spread the fleshy muscles
apart but did not uncover her goal. She reexamined his flanks but
found nothing, and the backs of his thighs were clear as well.

Vic crossed his legs at the ankles and returned to his undulating
movements. Humming started from the pillows. Ezri sat off to the side.
She had explored him from head to toe. Humans did not have hidden body
cavities that she was aware of. She'd gone as far into obvious body
cavities as she was willing. He could not manipulate his own matrix to
move the spot around. He has said it existed, so there had to be one.
His legs shifted against one another as he humped. Because she
happened to be looking that way at that moment, something caught her
eye on his inner calf, an area she realized she hadn't adequately
inspected.

Ezri lunged at Vic with a triumphant cry. He rolled away to the edge
of the bed. She groped for his ankle but he caught her wrists and kept
them away from him. 'I saw it, I saw it,' she asserted. Vic subsided
in defeat with a smile. Ezri grasped his ankle, twisting his leg
slightly.  Vic yelped in mock anguish. A small dark spot a few
centimeters above his ankle was revealed. Vic collapsed back on the
bed laughing, as Ezri shook his ankle. She brought the leg up to
inspect the area more closely. Vic utilized the opportunity to kneed
his toes into her small soft breast.

'What is it?'

'Felix's signature, compressed.'

'Oh.'

Vic wiggled his leg free and sat up, placing one leg on either side of
Ezri. He gave her another long, lazy kiss, stroking his hands along
the sides of her legs, her waist, following the path of spots over her
breasts, delicately fingering her neck. He brushed the hair back from
her forehead. 'Now, how many do you have?'

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The End