Chapter 22

Gordon started on my hair. I had been letting it grow out and it was pretty long, almost to my shoulders. His hands in it had me purring like one of my cats, who were both hiding somewhere from a stranger in their midst. His fingers followed the suds when he rinsed it, over my shoulders, down my back and front. “You okay?” he asked from the other side of the curtain.

“Yeah.” His hands were at the base of my dick, in the thick, unkempt hair there that had never been touched with scissors or a trimmer. I wondered how thorough he was going to be.

“I do this all the time. I used to, so…”

“So it’s just like when you bathed that woman, Evelyn?”

Gordon laughed. “Not exactly like that, no.”

“She never got a hard-on?”

“I love Evelyn.” He took hold of mine. “But I don’t want to think about her right now.”

“Oh.”

“Should we stick to bathing, or would you like some…release? Unless, that is, you’ve already gotten there today with ‘Look! No hands!’”