Page 66 of Strip Search

“How long are you going to be playing house in Carson City?”

“I'll be back tomorrow before prime time. Don't get your panties in a bunch.”

“I go commando.”

“And I needed to know that why?”

“Something sweet to think about before drifting off to sleep.”

I shook my head. “I'm going to bed. Don't call me unless the club is on fire or you run into something you can't handle. Everything else can wait until tomorrow night.”

“You got it, boss.”

I turned my phone off for the first time in two years. Dalton's could get along without me for a day. I hoped.

The next morning I convinced Jackie to take a shower with me. I loved the feel of her soapy breasts in my hands. And she loved rubbing my cock, slicked up with the same slippery suds.

“I'm going to come in your hands.” I lifted my mouth from hers to tell her.

“Yes,” she breathed, arching into me. “You are.”

“I don't want to stop fondling these to flick you into an orgasm.”

“I'm a little sore this morning,” she admitted, ducking her head shyly.

“Sorry about that.”

“No, I enjoyed it.” Jackie rubbed me harder.

Closing my eyes, I enjoyed her hard caress. “Why don't you give me a lap dance on my face then?”

“Not until you shave.” She gasped when I slammed both hands onto the wall to keep my balance.

I came all over her soapy hands and let the hot spray of the shower rinse us clean.

“I'll go shave.” I kissed her again.

“You're going to drown me.” She laughed.

Staggering out of the shower, I thought it was funny that I was a little weak in the knees. I must be getting old if marathon sex was slowing me down. I toweled off and wrapped it around my waist. I had just finished shaving when Jackie stepped out of the shower.

“You all right?” I asked as she steadied herself on my shoulder. “I was about to send out a search party.

Jackie wrapped her arms around me and laid a cheek against my back. “Just enjoying a long hot shower. I'm usually in the office and have had several client meetings by now.” She yawned. “Let's go hit a buffet or something. I could eat my shoes, I'm so hungry.”

“We can go to the Carson City Casino. They've got an all-you-can-eat spread that I hear is pretty decent.”

“I guess I have to get dressed,” she said grumpily.

“We could get room service,” I suggested. “Unless you're still sore.”

“I should be okay by lunch.” She reached around and untucked my towel.

“I'm sorry I was so rough,” I said, feeling a little guilty.

Jackie poked her head from around my body and smiled at me in the mirror. “It's not you. I'm not used to all this dancing and fucking. But I'm getting there.”

“Good.”

---