Miss Jessica carefully pulled the head of the gold zipper up her back. Looking into the mirror, she surveyed her appearance. Her beach blonde hair was lightly curled. Her bright blue eyes clashed with the bright, crimson red of the form-fitting, professional-style mini dress. It cut off just an inch or two below her cheeks and somewhat matched the light pink freckles on the other ones.
To the unperverted onlooker, she looked as if she was about to step into the boardroom and command the attention of a group of older white men in some important meeting.
Except she wasn't.
Underneath that dress was nothing but a jet-black bra to keep her DDs from weighing down the top of the dress. It was lacey, sexy, and highly revealing but hidden beneath the thick fabric. The cleavage of this dress still showed off those beautiful breasts, but not as much as the top she wore to coffee with Hunter on Saturday. She revealed a lot to him that day. Tonight, she wanted to scale it back a little, to tease him, and make him wish he could see more.
There were no panties. Miss Jessica didn't wear them with anything but jeans and other hard-fabric pants or slacks.
In the two years since her divorce, she had embraced her sexuality fully. That meant being sexy in everything; in her opinion, panties weren't sexy unless they were lingerie. She loved feeling bare and exposed down there, especially during situations like tonight when she'd be taking Hunter out to dinner so that she could continue slowly seducing him.
She plucked the lipstick from the countertop, removing its shiny gold cap to reveal the equally crimson red, waxy lipstick inside.
Miss Jessica stared intently at her reflection as she meticulously applied it to her lips. It coated them evenly, changing the shade entirely to one that was equal parts striking and sexy. She positioned it in the pocket of her clutch and then dabbed the corners of her mouth with a little napkin.
She walked out of the bathroom, clicked off the light, and sat on her bed. Her feet, with their French tip toes, slipped into a pair of closed-toed, matte gold pumps. A shiny gold watch sat around her wrist, along with some simple gold diamond earrings in her ears. They glimmered in the incandescent lights of her bedroom, flickering in the mirror of her armoire while she sprayed her enchanting perfume about her.
Those heels clacked along the hardwood floor of the large, two-story house she got in the divorce. First, out of the bedroom. Then down the hallway, and the stairs, until she reached the foyer.
As she reached the door, she did one last check of her appearance in the guest bathroom mirror that sat just inside the entryway. She smiled, sure that she had put together another ensemble that Hunter would be helpless to resist.
She was going fuck him tonight and figure out exactly what she was working with.
Miss Jessica pulled up to his house on Fairview five minutes before 6. The heels clicked again up the concrete, followed by the knock of her knuckle against the slate blue, wooden door.
When it opened, Hunter was noticeably taken aback by her outfit.
"Wow. Hi." He said in shock, those green eyes glued to her like he was afraid she'd disappear if he looked away.
"Hi, Hunter." She smiled, scanning him head to toe like he did with her. "You ready?" She perked her eyebrows up.
"Yeah. Absolutely." She stepped aside to let him exit the house and saw his sister Lauren peeking around the corner. She gave a friendly wave, the one where her fingers moved back and forth rapidly, along with another smile.
Hunter looked back and chuckled. "Bye, Lauren."
"Bye. Have fun..." Lauren said, sounding like she had a suspicious attitude about her.
Hunter shut the door and locked it while Miss Jessica did another scan of his outfit. He had done a pretty good job on his task of dressing up. It seemed to be the same suit from his graduation ceremony last year, but it fits him well. He wore black shoes with it, clean Oxfords, and a silver Omega Seamaster that looked a single chain link too big. The distinct smell of Creed's Green Irish Tweed permeated the air and clashed with her own scent: Don't Be Shy, by Kilian.
Hunter caught her looking as he turned back around. She lingered on purpose. She wanted him to notice.
"You look good." She complimented him.
"Thanks. You do too." He returned, unable to be shy about his eyes.
"Hmm. Come on." She chuckled, grabbing his hand and leading him down to the white Mercedes SUV at the end of the walkway.
She left him at his door and kept his gaze as she walked to hers, clicking the doors unlocked with a single electronic beep.
They settled into the dark gray leather seats. Hunter's eyes kept darting over to her. She knew he was baited when she caught him struggling not to look at her tits when she approached him at the gym. The coffee date only served to pull him along, like a good little puppy chasing a treat. She was just toying with him tonight, making him desperately, painfully horny.
It was fun doing that to guys his age.
She kept her legs spread wide, knowing full well he was looking. The freshly shaved pussy beneath the hemline was growing wetter by the second. Playing these games made her feel more alive than she's ever been in her forty-five years on this earth.
Hunter, in particular, had her feeling like a powerful, dangerous woman. The sense that he would be more than just one of those flings continued to set in with her as the sporty engine whirred, and they sped off.
"You like Italian?"
"I do."
"Good. A girlfriend of mine and her husband own a little place just a few minutes from here." They pulled up to a stoplight, and they each turned to face each other. "Do you like red wine?"
"Never had it. It's kinda hard to drink when you're not 21, and high school parties aren't known for their wide selection of reds."
"Haha...mmm." She laughed promiscuously, tugging gently at her neckline with a single finger, bringing his attention to it. "Well, don't worry. You'll like it. You can't have Italian without wine."
"Sounds good."
"Hmm." She laughed again, keeping that eye contact until the light turned green. Hunter attempted to adjust himself discreetly, obviously having lost a fight to his potent hormones.
It wasn't discreet, though. Miss Jessica noticed it, and it increased the wetness that was building up between her legs.
The restaurant was a quaint building with an authentic feel. It was small, but the material that made up its structure felt as authentic as you'd get for suburban Philly. Vines grew on the outside of the building, and a little wood sign hung above the entrance with an Italian flag and the name "" etched into it.
It was a popular place, even for a Tuesday. People were already waiting outside just to get a table for the dinner hour.
Miss Jessica rubbed Hunter's arm in approval as he held the door open for her again. Inside was a lively, spacious dining room, dimly lit and filled with the smells of Italy.
"Hey, gorgeous." A beautiful, olive-skinned woman with dark hair came from around the hostess stand and gave Miss Jessica a hug. "This must be Hunter. Miss Jessica here has told me so much about you. I'm Fiona."
She extended her hand to him, and he met it for a handshake. Hunter didn't know what to say back and settled on the cliche, "All good things, I hope."
Fiona and Miss Jessica laughed enthusiastically, touching each other in a very friendly way.
"Let's get you to your table." Fiona grabbed some menus and ushered them down the aisle. "I like this one." She whispered to Miss Jessica as she walked past her.
"I do too." She replied with a wink.
Fiona led them to a small table near the back, partially secluded from the rest of the dining room. It had a candle in the middle and a vase of colorful flowers like the rest of the tables.
She presented the setup and stood back to let them take their respective seats.
"You want to start with your usual?"
"Yes, please. And a glass for Hunter too." She said softly.
