After shaving he splashed on a generous quantity of Aqua Velva and smiled as he thought of the Kmart pharmacist. Nice looking lady. She was so flustered I believe I turned her on. If it weren't for Jodi...
Nathan hoped the aroma of frying eggs and bacon would not wake her. After eating his normal breakfast, he ran water in the sink and added liquid soap. As he scrubbed his plate, he chuckled. What am I doing? I have a housekeeper now.
It was noon when Jodi opened his study door. He smiled as he devoured her beauty. That shirt never looked so good on me. He wondered if she was wearing panties.
"I ruined your day,” she grumbled.
"Good morning to you, too."
"Nate, I'm sorry I slept so late."
"You needed it. I promise I'll kick you out of bed tomorrow as soon as I wake up."
"Will I be sleeping in your bed tomorrow?"
He smiled softly. “That's up to you, but I hope so. Why dirty two sets of sheets?” He walked purposefully towards her and wrapped her yielding body in his arms. “How are you feeling this morning?"
"Much better. I'm a little stiff and my thighs are still sore, but my shoulder and tummy don't hurt at all this morning."
"Still,” he said, stroking her hair, “you'd better take it easy for a few days."
"You wanted me to buy a bunch of stuff today."
He nodded. “If you feel up to it you need to open a bank account also. Why don't you get dressed while I fix you something to eat? You want breakfast or a luncheon sandwich?"
She stretched, pulling the blue cloth tight across her breasts and lifting it just high enough to let Nathan know there was nothing beneath the shirt.
"Or would you rather go back to bed?” he deadpanned.
"I think I've slept enough for one day."
"Who said anything about sleeping?"
Jodi grinned seductively and ran her hands slowly over her breasts. “Whatever."
* * * *
Jodi eased the bag containing her new bowling ball onto the floor in the corner of the exercise room as Nathan propped the new golf club bag beside it. “I'm sorry we didn't have time for the driving range,” she said.
He pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. “There's always tomorrow. Besides, you said your back was hurting."
She nodded against his chest. “I guess I was more banged up in the wreck than I realized."
"Don't worry. Doctor Watson will take good care of you,” he said as he led her out of the room.
"That's Doc Watson on the stereo now, isn't it?"
He pulled her into the bedroom. “You're good. He has he own style, but call it what you like, it's almost as good as big band music."
"I agree he's good,” she said, “but it's bluegrass—not big band."
"Bluegrass, folk, jazz and blues—all masterfully combined into a sound of his own."
"I'll buy that,” she agreed as he pulled back the coverlet on the bed. “Nate, don't you ever get enough? You'll skin your pecker if you're not careful,” she kidded.
"I'll never get enough of you,” he replied, pulling her close and fondling her buttocks. “But that's not what I have in mind right now."
He pulled up the golf shirt she wore and she lifted her arms obligingly. He dropped the shirt on the floor and teased her breasts with his tongue.
"You sure have me fooled,” she laughed.
"Lie down on your back.” She obeyed and relaxed as he removed her sneakers and socks. She shuddered as he sucked each of her toes. She watched him unzip her shorts and lifted her bottom as he slid them off.
"My God!” he exclaimed. “You're wearing the panties I bought."
She grinned. “They cover the vital area and nothing more. I figured that if this is what my man wants, I may as well give it to him."
Am I your man, Jodi? Where did that come from? Last night you said it was just sex and nothing more. He hooked his fingers in the tiny waistband and tugged them down. “Oh, Baby. You shaved!"
"You didn't notice last night?"
He couldn't pull his eyes away from her puffy vaginal lips. “We were under the sheet and it was dark."
"Yes, but your fingers did a lot of walking in that area,” she teased. “We did it in broad open daylight earlier today."
"You closed the blinds and were under the sheet before I made it to the bedroom. Now, turn over."
She quickly lifted her head. “Not the back door, Nate. Maybe someday, but..."
"Turn over,” he commanded sternly, “and trust me."
I trust you Nate, like I trust all men—about as far as I can throw you. She fluffed the pillow and rested the side of her face on its smooth, soft surface. His fingers touched the base of her neck and his thumbs met just under her hairline. She moaned contentedly as the fingers began to move. Her body trembled slightly with her laughter.
"Your neck is ticklish?” Nathan asked.
"An old joke popped into my mind."
"And?"
"Don't! Stop! Don't! Stop! Don't ... stop. Don't ... stop. Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop!"
He chuckled politely as his magic fingers moved to her shoulders.
"Nate. Are you sure we did the right thing?"
"About what?"
"Buying the new Cavalier. A used car would have done just as well."
"You like it, don't you?"
"Yes, but it was so expensive."
"You never know what you're getting when you buy a used vehicle. You look great in that blue convertible. May I drive it sometime?"
"Anytime you like. You paid for it."
"You need to save your money for a rainy day."
It is going to rain, isn't it Nate? With me, it always does.
Jodi moaned as his talented fingers began to work down her back, one vertebra at a time. She learned years ago that giving vocal evidence of pleasure encouraged more pleasure. Sometimes she felt guilty for exaggerating it, but then, she never faked an orgasm. Well ... almost never.
"Jodi, we need to work out a mutually agreeable salary for you. I don't exactly know what to suggest. Of course, I'll pick up the tab for normal living expenses. Does four thousand a month sound about right?"
Jodi moaned louder as he pressed the heels of his hands into the small of her back. “Lower,” she pleaded.
"Five thousand a month?"
"What? Oh. Nate, it's time for you to make a decision."
He swallowed hard. Surely she's not going to ask me to marry her.
"I can't sleep with my boss. I just can't do it. I either need to move back into the guestroom or..."
"Or what?” he asked nervously.
"Or we need to forget the job and agree to an intimate personal relationship."
He sighed with relief as he massaged her buttocks, pulling them apart and admiring the tiny brown star between. “I'm all for it,” he said with enthusiasm. “We can hire a housekeeper."
She shook her head. “I don't want another woman in your life,” she said, trying to sound lighthearted. “Each partner in a relationship has responsibilities. Mine is to look after you. That includes the housekeeping matters we discussed."
"And what is my responsibility?"
"You're doing it. You look after me."
He held her cheeks apart and kissed the puckered star, expecting her to protest. Instead, she moaned louder than before.
"I need a bath,” she purred as he worked on the back of her left thigh.
He laughed. “Are you a cleanliness freak? You took a bath late yesterday afternoon and a shower after you got up today."
She rolled on her back and slightly parted her legs, pointing at her glistening thighs. “The Whirl Pool is built for two,” she said sensuously.
Nathan's shirt lay on the floor and his belt hung unbuckled from the loops of his shorts by the time he scrambled to his feet. Jodi scooted around him, turned on the faucets and pulled her safety razor from the medicine cabinet.
His arousal was obvious when he entered the bathroo
m naked. He cocked his head questioningly. Jodi sat on the edge of the tub, her feet splashing in the rising water and her hand rubbing the bar of Ivory soap over her pubis.
She smiled mischievously as she held out the razor. “You do it,” she said seductively.
He climbed into the water and knelt before her. “You just shaved last night."
"If we're going to keep it shaved, we're going to do it daily. Stubble itches."
His hand trembled as he carefully moved the instrument over the sacred area of her luscious body, remembering all the nicks inflicted on his face over the years. I wonder if a septic pencil will work down here. Nathan relaxed a little when he squeezed water from a washcloth, rinsing away the remains of the soap.
"Why do men find shaved beavers sexy?” Jodi asked.
Nate grinned at her. “Heavy bush is like a cloth hanging over a magnificent painting before the artist is ready for the unveiling."
"I would hardly compare a woman's sex organ with a beautiful painting."
"Beauty, my dear, is in the mind of the beholder."
Jodi smiled. “Maybe you're right. That thing jerking between your legs is certainly a magnificent sculpture."
"Ugh,” he said as he touched up a place or two where stubble remained. “There's nothing uglier than a male phallus."
"Test it to see if it's smooth,” she instructed.
He touched the tip of his index finger to her pubic mound, but she brushed it away.
"Use your tongue, my handsome hunk. Do I have to tell you everything?” she asked, wrapping her fingers in his hair and guiding him deliberately.
When his tongue found the desired spot, she leaned against the cold tile and waited for the scream she knew was imminent.
He backed away, grinning.
"No! Nate! Not yet!"
"I can't let you get ahead of me, Jodi,” he said as he reclined in the right-hand cradle.
She sighed, slipped into the water, moved forward on her knees and straddled him. Groping between her legs, she moaned lewdly as she rubbed his appendage over her engorged bundle of sensual nerve endings. She closed her eyes and sighed, lowering her body until her buttocks rested on his hips.
His strong hands spidered her swollen breasts. She felt her nipples punching into the palms of his hands. “Do I taste good?” she asked huskily.
He placed his hands on her face and pulled her forward, pressing her breasts against his chest. “You tell me,” he said, pulling her lips to his.
"A dime for your thoughts,” he said when both were physically spent and she nestled in his arms.
"A dime? I thought it was a penny."
"Inflation,” he laughed.
"You really want to know?"
"I asked, didn't I?"
"Yes, but are you sure you want to know?"
"Maybe not."
She propped on her elbows and looked down at him with laughing eyes. “What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. Isn't that the way the expression goes?"
"What does the goose want that the gander hasn't given her?"
"If shaving the goose pleases the gander, shouldn't the gander shave for the goose's pleasure?"
"I shave every morning."
"That's not what I mean and you know it."
"You want me to shave ... down there?"
She grinned wickedly while nodding her head vigorously.
* * * *
"What's wrong, Nate? You're as white as a sheet."
He shook his head and smiled unconvincingly. “I thought I saw a ghost from the past—just a look-a-like, thank goodness."
"Want to talk about it?"
He shook his head and applied his knife to the slab of rare roast beef on his plate.
"I don't want to pry, Nate, but I'm curious."
"For a moment there I thought I saw my wife—my former wife."
"You miss her, don't you?"
"Don't be ridiculous. Leaving me was the nicest thing she ever did for me."
"You do have two female admirers staring at you,” she said, her blue eyes twinkling. “Have you been married twice?"
"Huh?” he answered, vigorously chewing a juicy bite of the beef.
Jodi jerked her head to the left. “Look to your right—three tables over."
"Never saw her before.” Don't ever lie to me. “Uh, wait a minute. That may be the woman who picked out clothes for me at Kmart.” Nathan nodded at the smiling woman. You're a flat-chested thing, but you certainly deserve better than that fat, ball-headed guy you're with. Why in the world did you marry him?
"Now check out the gal sitting by herself in the booth across the room."
Nathan followed the focus of Jodi's eyes, smiled and nodded again. “What are the chances? I think that's the Kmart pharmacist I mentioned.” Wow, she's better looking than I remembered.
"We're about to have company,” Jodi snickered.
"Hi there, remember me?"
Am I supposed to slip out of the booth and stand up? Nathan wondered.
"Please,” the woman said, “don't get up.” She looked at Jodi. “I helped your friend pick out clothes for you yesterday. Did they fit okay?” The woman started laughing. “I can see that the bra was way too small."
The bald-headed man chuckled. “Rosie is the chairwoman of the itty bitty teeny weenie tiny tittie committee.” His eyes fondled Jodi's prominent chest. “I'm afraid she just turned down your membership application."
"Everything was fine,” Jodi replied, trying to sound friendly while ignoring the man's comment.
The woman turned her attention to Nathan. “If we introduced ourselves, I don't remember it. I'm Rosie Aldred and this is my husband, Paul."
Nathan shook Paul's hand and was impressed by the firm grip. “Nice to meet you folks. This is Jodi Swanson and I'm Nathan Watson.” He held out his hand to Rosie who inconspicuously pressed a small wad of paper into his palm.
Paul wrapped his arms around his wife's slim waist as he smiled at Jodi. “Come on, honey. Let the good people eat in peace.” He glanced at Nathan. “She'll talk you head off if you give her half a chance."
"Thanks for your help, Mrs. Aldred,” Nathan called after the departing couple. He looked at Jodi and gulped. “Did I do something wrong?"
Jodi glared at him and hissed, “Did that sexy pixie pick out the scanty panties I'm wearing?"
Relieved, Nathan laughed. “No, Baby. She selected the standard bloomer type. I checked the size and exchanged them for the hot number I bought you."
"What happened to the bra she picked out?"
"I couldn't very well tell her she's flat-chested and you're not. I returned the bra after she left. I didn't know what size to buy and besides, you weren't wearing a bra when I met you."
"Very observant, aren't you?"
"It's a man's job."
As Jodi turned her attention to the remains of the baked chicken on her plate, Nathan unfolded the note under the table. “Rosie—Sands Hotel—room 121—two more weeks.” He reached for his glass of iced tea while crumpling the note between his fingers and dropping it to the floor.
"You think she's attractive?” Jodi asked.
"Rosie? Sure, but she could use breast implants.” He soaked a forkful of mashed potatoes in the roast beef juice and lifted it to his mouth.
"Evening, folks."
Nathan looked up into the pharmacist's sparking brown eyes and choked down the food. “Hello again,” he said. That must be the shortest skirt I ever saw a woman wear and man, get a load of those legs. “Jodi, this is the Kmart pharmacists I told you about."
"Mariah Gentry,” the pharmacist said, switching the key chain to her left hand and extending her right hand to Jodi. “How do you like Ivory soap?"
Damn, Nathan thought. Sexy gams and a sexy name.
Jodi smiled without directly replying. “I'm Jodi and Casanova here is Nate."
As she leaned over to shake Nathan's hand, Mariah's low cut blouse gaped open. “She now smells as sweet as you,
” he said, immediately wishing he could eat his words.
"Oops,” Mariah giggled as the jangling slivers of metal slipped from her fingers. Without bending her knees, she retrieved the purposefully dropped keys. Nathan's eyes locked on the baby blue fabric of her formfitting panties.
"I'm so clumsy sometimes,” Mariah said. “You folks have a nice evening."
"You too, Mariah,” Nathan said, a little too sweetly.
When the pharmacist was out of hearing, Jodi leaned forward. “I'm not sure whether she was coming on to you or me."
"Don't be ridiculous."
Jodi snickered. “Well, when she bent over she showed me her boobs and held the pose long enough for me to check out her long nips, but she also displayed them to you and gave you a nice long look at her bottom."
To avoid a reply, Nathan shoved a large piece of meat into his mouth and chewed vigorously.
Jodi reached for his slice of chocolate pie.
"Hey, wait a minute,” he sputtered. “That's mine.” He swallowed. “If you wanted pie, you should have gotten it while we were in the serving line."
"This cafeteria food is delicious,” Jodi said, ignoring his protest and dividing the pie with her knife. She shoveled one half to her plate and pushed the remainder towards him. “The serving was too large. I don't want you getting obese on me like that poor woman's husband."
* * * *
"Cheer up, Nate. It was a fluke."
He watched her golden hair dance in the wind as she headed the new convertible home.
"You said you weren't very good at it."
"Pure luck."
"Right. You suckered me."
"I'll give you a rematch tomorrow night. Now quit pouting."
"Don't want a rematch. You beat me three straight games."
"It was the ball you bought me."
"Yeah. Sure. While I was rolling gutter balls you racked up a 210, a 240 and the last game you missed a perfect score by a single pin."
"You're a sore loser."
"Wait till I get you on the golf course."
"Wait till I get you home.” She reached for the crotch of his pants. “You have a booby prize coming."
"Hmm. Maybe I should lose again tomorrow night."
"Whatever."
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