The throbbing between her legs only intensified as Jessie walked away. She didn't look back and this surprised her. Everything that had just happened surprised her. What the hell had gotten into her? She had never even kissed a guy before the third date and now she was performing fellatio on a man she barely knew in public?
She smiled to herself and tried to concentrate on getting to the bus stop just outside the gates, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to think of anything but the pulsing button between her legs begging for attention. She slipped back in a side door of the NCIS building and made a beeline for the nearest ladies' room.
Finally sequestered in the furthest stall from the door, she slipped her panties down and almost gasped when her fingers found her clit. Jessie leaned her head against the wall, stroking her pussy, reliving the events of the morning and came with a sharp intake of air. It had taken every ounce of control she had not to cry out during the intense orgasm., Drained of energy, she sat down for a minute to catch her breath and heard someone leave one of the front stalls.
Her heartbeat returning to a somewhat normal state, Jessie fixed her clothes and left her own stall. Weak in the knees, she was looking at the floor and there fore completely unaware that someone was watching her. As she reached the sink to wash her hands, the other woman spoke to her.
"Jessie, are you okay? I don't want to pry, but it sounded like you might be, you know, in some kind of pain. I know of this really great whole body cleansing that could help."
Jessie looked up and into the eyes of the eccentric forensic scientist, Abby. She felt her face flush, her heart race increase, and her mouth clamp shut in total mortification. She concentrated on washing her hands thoroughly, irrationally afraid that Abby would be able to smell pussy on her hands and know what she had really been doing. Luckily, Abby just took her silence for plain old embarrassment.
"You know, like that commercial for that yogurt that keeps you regular? There's nothing to be embarrassed about, it happens to us all."
Jessie stared at her, unable to compose any response, and only managed to whisper "Thanks, Abby" and slipped out the door as fast as she could.
Of all the people to be in there at that moment, she thought. Oh, hey Abby, I just gave McGee a blow job and he loved it. I intend to do much more than that, one way or another. Shaking her head, she thought, whatever, she will find out eventually. Jessie had never been one for gloating and besides, she was just a little afraid of the other woman. Anyone that sweet on the outside tended to be a formidable adversary.
Jessie woke up to the insistent buzzer indicating that someone wanted in the building. Probably Mr. Arthur in 102 forgot his keys again. Rolling her eyes, she hurried to the front door and quickly pushed the correct button to let the person in, not even curious to see who it was. She regretted that decision thirty seconds later as she reached her bed, when someone knocked on her door.
She cautiously peered out the peephole and quickly stepped back when she saw who it was. What the hell is he doing here? I never told him where I lived. Jessie calmly asked, "Couldn't you have called first?"
The man patiently waited ten seconds and then said, "Jessie, I just want to talk. Please let me in. Nobody knows I'm here."
Knowing that it was a bad idea, she opened the door and let Special Agent DiNozzo in.
