Jessica Alba Single Life

"Hey Matt :)

How's it going? I'm in NY currently, staying in my usual suite.

Do you feel like hanging out tonight? :P"

Jessica Alba nibbled on her full bottom lip as she read over the short message for a second, then a third time, butterflies dancing inside her stomach. It took some serious overcoming and her heart raced a little when she finally managed to bring herself to hit the send button.

Letting out a deep, relieved sigh, the actress dropped her phone onto the mattress next to her. She let her head fall back against the headboard of the hotel bed she was sitting on, savoring the little rush that taking this step had caused. She was single. Nothing she was doing was wrong in any way.

Still married, yet separated from her husband for about a month now, things were still fresh and unfamiliar. She had spent most of her adult life in basically two relationships and even in the time she had been single, men had been approaching her. It simply never had been necessary for the Latina to take the first step, so this was a new experience.

She took a sip from the hot, smooth cup of coffee that was sitting on the nightstand next to her bed, feeling her heart pounding inside her chest. Matt was a young barkeeper who worked one of the bars Jessica frequented during her regular visits to the Big Apple. They had met a few years back when Jessica had been a patron and while she had waited for a friend to arrive, the two of them had struck up a conversation. While she had been very much married at that point and in no way had any interest in stepping out, that didn't mean that she hadn't very much enjoyed their talk. Matt was attractive. Tall, dark hair, dark eyes, devilish smirk and quick wit and the two of them had immediately felt the chemistry, so much so that once Jessica's friend arrived, she loudly wondered whether she was interrupting something.

While making it clear that she wasn't going to cheat, her visits became more and more regular over the last couple of years. After the first few, the two of them had exchanged phone numbers and following that they hadn't just met up at Matt's bar, but had gone to the cinema, met for brunch or even hung out at her regular hotel room suite at the Crosby hotel. While the faithful wife would have firmly denied it at that point, looking back, Jessica had to admit that she had basically been dating the bartender without doing the deed, their mutual attraction undeniable and even building further and further over time.

She lifted her phone, seeing two small blue checkmarks that indicated that indicated her message had been read, but there was no reply in sight. With her marriage now officially over, Jess and her husband going their separate ways, the idea of meeting Matt again filled her with an entirely new form of excitement.

It wasn't that she was looking for a new relationship right away. Matt was over 10 years her junior and while it wasn't illegal to her it felt like too much of an age gap. However, there were other needs that had to be taken care of. In the dying months of a marriage, sex usually wasn't a regular occurrence and Jessica clearly felt the urges at this point. While she wasn't looking for a boyfriend, there was definitely some fun to be had and she knew that Matt felt the same way, knew that he was dying to get his hands on her.

Now, sitting on her bed, staring out of the large window down at the famous New York skyline as she enjoyed her excellent morning cup, she had decided it was time for her to scratch the itch. She had two smaller appointments throughout the day, but a lazy morning allowed her to sleep in and lounge around in her sleepwear and her evening was held purposely open. Sitting on the bed, she had decided that this would be the day she would get her first new dick in almost twenty years and had taken the first step.

Another glance at her phone told her that Matt still hadn't replied, causing a light furrow of her brow. Somehow, the possibility of her message remaining unanswered hadn't entered her mind. What if Matt were busy, or out of town? She took a long breath, reminding herself to be calm and patient. Another sip of coffee helped her to settle herself. Matt would reply.

She finished her cup slowly, relishing every warm drop while her eyes regularly darted over to the screen, but once she had swallowed the final bits and there still was no sign of a reply, she decided that she'd go on with her day while hoping. Jumping off the bed, she grabbed her phone and made her way to the lavish ensuite bathroom.

Choosing a pop-heavy playlist from her Spotify account, she shed the cotton tank top and the small shorts that functioned as her sleepwear. Stepping into the shower, she turned the knobs to enjoy another small pleasure as warm water with excellent pressure washed over her body. She deliberately took her time, unwilling to rush anything and letting the hot water rinse away the sleepiness before she grabbed the shower lotion and lathered herself up.

Feeling clean, she reached for her razor and gave her legs a little touch-up, removing the slight hint of stubble just in case there would be someone else inspecting her from up close. As she slowly and methodically worked her way up her thighs, she decided on a whim and applied the sharp blade to the short hair above her pussy, removing the landing strip that she had sported for the last few years.

Twenty minutes later, the bathroom was filled with fog as the actress stepped out of the shower, grabbing one of the huge, fluffy towels that the hotel staff had thoughtfully placed on the heater, leaving it pleasurably toasty. Before she did anything else, she checked her phone and felt a pang of disappointment as a message from a certain someone was still lacking.

As she rubbed herself dry, she watched herself in the mirror. In the last few months, she had increased her workout regimen as a way to reduce the stress of her failing marriage and the results showed. Her stomach was flat and smooth with her abs ever so slightly defined. Her arms and legs were slim and strong and her ass was thick and bubbly, molded by her personal trainer's trademark workouts. In a playful mood, she gave her own backside a light swat along with a dramatic gasp as the slight pain radiated through her cheek.

There was a knock on the suite's door, which Jessica ignored, figuring that whatever the staff needed, she wouldn't be rushed. Instead, she indulged a little more in self-admiration, lifting and squeezing one of her breasts. Motherhood had increased her cup size permanently and made them a little softer, but so far, her genetics had kept her firm and pert and she was more than satisfied with what she had. Paired with her now perfectly smooth mound, she figured that whoever was getting lucky next, was really lucky. If Matt missed his shot, he'd certainly regret it!

Her brow furrowed as another set of knocks rapped against her suite's door, urgent and demanding. "Not now!" she shouted, her tone making it clear to that pesky hotel employee that she wished to enjoy her morning without further distractions. She grabbed her lotion from the washing table, ready to continue her routine when the knocking came again, even harder, even more insistent.

"Motherfucker..." the naked actress hissed, utterly irritated now. She grabbed her small, silken robe and quickly wrapped it around her nude form as she exited the bathroom, stomping towards the front door to give that insolent prick a piece of her mind. With the most intimidating scowl on her face, she ripped the door wide open.

"Wha..." her tirade, ready to annihilate the bothersome maid immediately died on her lips when she found herself face to face with Matt instead. The tall man didn't say a word and before she could even fully register his presence he pushed forward. Jessica gasped as her momentum was stopped and reversed. She was grabbed by her shoulders and stumbled backwards, struggling to keep her feet before the young man steered her around and slammed her back against the wall, hard enough for her head to bounce off.

She gaped up at him, but he didn't even give her a moment to process what was happening as his mouth was immediately on hers. He didn't hold back and Jessica gave a muffled gasp as her mouth immediately was claimed by an urgent tongue.

The kiss was hungry and dominating, the surprised Latina didn't even get the chance to assert herself as her tongue was being chased around, her face grabbed by two strong hands and held in position. While she initially tensed up with surprised shock, she quickly relaxed at the sensation. Closing her eyes, she melted into it and moaned into Matt's mouth as he took control, basking in the feeling of a strong, big man passionately pressing himself against her.

Matt, sensing that she didn't object after her initial surprise, quickly felt emboldened to take the next step, his large hands letting go of her face to roam down her barely clothed body. Giving her breasts a firm squeeze through the flimsy robe, he elicited a womanly gasp before he trailed down further along her sides. Jessica sucked in a sharp breath through her nose as he slid over her hips down to her thighs only to come back behind her and grab a full hold of her ass beneath the robe. She was intensely aware that she wasn't wearing any underwear whatsoever and her vivacious lover was now digging his fingers into the bare cheeks of her ass, but she couldn't find it in herself to mind. When he unceremoniously lifted her up off the floor, she reacted without hesitation, wrapping her freshly-shaven legs around his waist and crossing her ankles behind his butt while grabbing his face with both hands to passionately kiss him. She could feel the rough texture of his jeans pressed against her pussy and before she knew it, she was grinding up against him, feeling him swelling beneath the fabric.

Matt grunted. Never breaking the kiss, he blindly kicked the room's door shut with his heel, then peeled the actress away from the wall and carried her across the room. Jessica felt light as a feather in his arms, her pulse racing as she tried to force her tongue into his mouth, playfully wrestling for control with him. Before she could make any headway, however, Matt reached the bed and she squealed out when he unceremoniously shoved her off, dumping her backwards.

She gasped as she bounced off the mattress, trying to get her bearings and shoot him a seductive glare, but again, he never gave her the chance. When she had crashed onto the bed, the hem of her robe had slipped up to her waist, completely exposing her freshly shaven cunt to his view. She could see the greed in his eyes as he got his first look at Jessica Alba's pussy.

In her mind, this moment had been a lot more composed, more sensual on her end, but now the passion had swept them both away and all composure was forgotten. Matt leaned down and grabbed Jess just below her knees with both hands. She gasped again as he firmly pushed her legs up and apart, pinning her knees to her shoulders and folding her in half. With her hips rolled up, the actress' pussy and asshole were left completely on display and spread invitingly. He could see her tiny sphincter clench beneath his gaze, her face flushing as she knew what he could see, but before she could even think about protesting, he dove right in.

"Oh god!" Jessica exclaimed, her voice a breathy gasp as Matt's face buried itself deep in her crotch. Again, he wasted no time at all and went straight for the kill as she felt his lips press right up against her hooded clit in a deep, sensual kiss. The suction felt wonderful after the dry spell of the recent months, causing her to buck her hips. His mouth opened and the sensation increased and when the tip of his tongue nimbly teased the hood back and found its way right to her pink pearl she could feel her entire body shudder.

"Yesss..." she moaned blissfully, her hands instinctively reaching down to grab a hold of his short, dark hair, attempting to steer him. Eyes closed, she let her head drop back onto the bed and simply basked in the feeling of getting her pussy eaten, whining happily as her clit was lapped for a prolonged amount of time before Matt finally broke the seal of suction with a lewd smack. She wanted to demand more, but the words turned into happy sighs when the young man applied the flat of his tongue, licking the entirety of her mound up and down and coating every inch of perfectly smooth skin in his saliva. His hands let go of her legs, but she kept them where he had pushed them, knees flush against her shoulders with her feet pointed to the ceiling, toes curled in pleasure. He swiftly undid the hastily-made knot on her belt and before long he pushed her robe wide open, exposing her naked body completely.

"Hmmmmmyeah..." Jessica gasped. as his hands found her breasts, grabbing and rather roughly squeezing the soft mounds as his tongue encircled her soaked hole, then returned to teasing her clit. She pushed his head deeper, but Matt seemed in no need for further enticements, so instead she grabbed her own calves to keep herself spread widely and presented for him.

Biting her lower lip, she began to thrust her own hips to fuck his face in rhythm with him, utterly losing herself in the act while he found her nipples, trapping them between thumb and forefinger. A firm pinch and tug brought a sharp hiss from her, but as the pain shot through her, Mark picked that exact moment to plunge his tongue into her vagina, stretching her tender hole. Her eyes rolled behind closed lids and her head once again lolled back.

The room filled with lewd, wet noises as the barkeeper feasted on the actress' pussy, mingled with Jessica's high-pitched, enthusiastic whimpers as he fulfilled every hope she had had for this encounter. She felt alive, her body ablaze with pleasure as Matt worked her over, tongue-fucking her relentlessly.

"Fuck! Eat my pussy!" she demanded urgently, her voice turning into a squeak as his tongue hooked upwards and hit the sweet spot. Simultaneously, his fingers dug into her breasts, sending pain and pleasure signals to her brain at the same time. She cried out, her head shooting up from the mattress to find him staring up at her, his mouth still glued to her hole. He gave her a cheeky wink before both palms slapped her breasts, making her mounds jiggle enticingly and enticing another gasp. Keeping her right knee pinned to her shoulder with one hand, his other roughly yanked her left leg back down to force Jessica into a front split that caused her puffy pussy to spread nicely for him.

"Oooooh..." Jessica groaned in delight as two big fingers pushed deep into her pink hole, stretching her delectably wide open. Her entire body tensed at the stimulation. Continuing the unrelenting assault, Matt didn't waste any time at all for her to settle in, instead curling his digits to expertly rub up against the top of her channel and locating her g-spot.

The signs were unmistakable. Her abs clenched up and her hips, restricted by his grip pushed against him. Smirking, Matt repeated the motion to equal effect and quickly worked himself into a rhythm that had the Latina panting. Her soaked snatch began to make loud, sordid smacking sounds that were impossible to ignore as he picked up speed, a dead giveaway to Jessica's urgent need.

"Oh God!" Her eyes went wide, then snapped shut when he applied his lips to her clit again, sucking on the sensitive pearl for a dual onslaught with his fingers. She tossed her head to the side, her shower-damp hair spreading across the sheet like a halo as he brought her closer to a climax. Voice turning feverish, her hands dug into the bedding, clenching the fine linen between her fingers as she readied herself to cum for him.

"Yes... yess... right there... ooh!" she spurred him on, almost begging him. Her eyebrows drew together, her brow furrowing as her back arched off the bed. Sensing her ecstasy, Matt doubled down. Leaning in, he intensified his efforts working her over as the sounds of wetness increased. His tongue flicked out, lashing over her pink nub with fervor and the suction got almost to the point of pain while his fingers fucked her hard. Her heart raced, breath grew ragged, she bit her lip, and then a release came over her.

"Fuuhuuuuuck!" she wailed as her body was shaken by intense pleasure. Her pussy clenched down, milking his digits as he continued to work her over. Fingers twisting into the sheets, her whole body bent into an arch as she threw her head back, her breath momentarily leaving her. Matt adapted his approach, switching from sucking her clit to long, drawn-out licks with the flat of his tongue as she was overtaken by shudders while massaging her g-spot in slow circles.

After moments of complete silence, while riding out the crest, Jessica let out an earsplitting scream, carried away by intense glee. Her body dropped back to the mattress before a second wave of euphoria caused her to arch again. Somewhere, she heard Matt chuckle, but she was in no condition to glare at him, too preoccupied with what he had done to her.

As she writhed in beautiful agony, Matt carefully watched her. His fingers slowed down gradually until he came to a complete halt. When he pulled them out, they were coated with her shiny essence, gleaming in the light and he took a moment to admire Jessica's pulsating cunt. She was pretty and pink, her vagina stretched open by her stance and his handiwork, granting him a rather explicit view into her dark hole. Seeing the famous, rather classy woman exposed like this was somewhat surreal and he cherished it for another few seconds before he raised his palm and gave her a light slap square across the sex. Jessica jumped and gave an adorable squeak as the impact caught her off guard, but before she had the opportunity to chastise him for the transgression, he grabbed her hip and unceremoniously rolled her over onto her front.

Still lightheaded from her release, Jessica only grunted but didn't object as she felt him roughly yank her robe off her body, leaving her completely naked in front of him. Purring blissfully, she allowed him to pull her up onto her knees. Eyes closed and her cheek comfortably buried in the soft sheets she let him drag her into a face-down-ass-up position. She knew it gave him a perfect view of her butt, presenting both her wet pussy as well as her puckered asshole like a wanton slut. The pose was an unspoken invitation to do what he wanted.

A smile came across her face when she felt a set of hands grab her buttocks, spreading her even wider and she felt her sphincter stretch. Knowing he saw her like this turned her on even more and she was eager for him to fuck her now.

Not giving her more than half a breath of respite, Matt drew back and gave her ass a hard, ringing slap. Jessica gasped, but the snapping sound was like a starting shot for the younger man, eliciting another, even shriller gasp of surprise when he dropped down and buried his face between her cheeks. She yelped in alarm as his hot, wet tongue suddenly pressed against her tender asshole. Jerking forward in surprise, she once more found herself restrained by Matt's firm grip, which didn't allow her to escape. Instead, she was roughly pulled back and felt him firmly lap across her wrinkled sphincter.

"Matt!" she squeaked. With her husband, anal had never been something either of them had pursued and now the sensation of being licked there was unfamiliar. The young bartender seemed undeterred by her reservations at all, however, and his grip was tight as she felt him encircle her backdoor several times and while she was surprised, she didn't fight him either. She wasn't sure why she didn't put up more resistance, whether she was too shocked or it had something to do with the effects of her orgasm, but the actress found herself simply kneeling there and allowing him to eat her ass.