Author: Kimberley Jackson
Rated: NC-17
Note: This short piece takes place after season 2, when Jack
and Irina worked together.
Disclaimer: Not mine... et cetera, et cetera... you all know
they belong to JJ.
Dedication: This story is for my fellow Swarmie Lynne, who corrects
patiently every stupid grammatical mistake I make. 

December's Advent Challenge (750 Words) - Second Sunday

Irina looked around in the huge changing room of the swimming
hall. Although she knew, from Russia, these collective changing rooms, 
where all women changed at the same time, she would never quite get used to it."

She hated to dress or undress in front of other women - men were different... 
undressing in front of men ended in a more pleasurable way.

Therefore Irina was happy to have the whole room to herself.
She took her clothes out of the locker she was using, and was
just about to undress when the door opened.

With a hint of confusion on her face, Irina stared at Jack,
who now entered the room.

"You do know that you're not supposed to be here?"

"Yes." He answered. "And you do know that you're not supposed
to steal the key to my locker." His tone was playful and
betrayed that he was anything but angry.

"Jack, I didn't..." she started and then cut herself off. Why
not take advantage of his presence? Maybe that would make
collective changing rooms more attractive to her in the
future. "Well... why don't you check me?"

His eyes gleamed with rising desire, but still, he tried to
hold back.

"Are you aware that any minute somebody might come in?"

"Well..." Irina turned and looked into the huge mirror behind
her. "If you're too burned out from swimming..." She loosened
her hair from the pins that were holding it up and watched
Jack's face in the mirror. Slowly, she started to pull down the
straps of her top. "I mean, I can totally understand that.
After all you're not the youngest anymore and..."

With two steps, he stood behind her, his hands lying on the cool 
surface of the mirror, one on either side of her. Irina smiled at 
Jack's reflection and wanted to turn around, but he held her in place.

Without another word, his left hand moved down her body
between her legs. While he rubbed her with his palm, he
watched her face intently. Irina grabbed his arm and sighed in
increasing desire. 

"About my age..." he whispered into her ear. "We'll see who's
knees will be trembling first."

He pushed her closer to the mirror, so she was able to support
herself with her arms, while he pulled down her panties and
then his own boxers.

Her fingers, that were lying on the mirror surface, clenched to
fists when he entered her slowly from behind. His hands
reached around her to press her lower body closer into him,
then his fingers started to pinch her clit.

Irina's eyes closed, and she gasped for air. Jack watched
their reflection intently while he started to thrust into her
body - enjoying her little moans and pants.

Girlish laughter and chitchatting could be heard in the
corridor outside, indicating that their privacy would soon be
disturbed.

Jack started to thrust more deeply, bending to Irina's ear.

"Come for me..." he encouraged her. "Let it go."

"Jack... ohgod..." Their eyes locked in the mirror, and only
seconds later her body was shaken by an intense orgasm. Her
knees seemed to give way, and a whimper escaped her throat.
Jack held her firmly against his body, releasing his own
climax with two more thrusts.

There was no time for more words. Jack freed himself from the woman 
and pulled up his boxers. He helped Irina put her bikini
back in place. When she was leaning against the mirror, still out
of breath, he looked at her with an amused twinkle in his eyes.

“Seems you are a little burned out. Now, may I please get my key back?”

Irina smiled and closed her eyes to stop her heart from
racing.

At that moment the door opened, and four young girls came into
the room, instantly stopping their conversation when they spotted Jack.
Irina pushed away from the wall and went - still a little
shaky - to her clothes.

"You better go now." She went by Jack and touched his butt
seductively. "Oh, and about that key..." Her eyes blinked in
amusement while she bent to his lips and whispered close to
them: "I really don't have it. You must have lost it in the water."

Then, without touching him in any other way , she turned laughing
and watched Jack leave. 

END (1/1)