Jessica had worked for the Charles' for nearly six months now. It was a unique situation. Jessica was 23, married young and had no children yet. This is why she loved helping out. Her husband was focused on his career and traveled for work often. With all the spare time, Jessica enjoyed helping the Charles family out. The family was so busy lately, her job had become almost full time. It included picking up and dropping off kids and babysitting at their home mostly. The three kids are at ages where the parents time must be divided attending dance recitals, plays, baseball games etc. so Jessica helped to fill in.
It was literally quite exhausting for everyone involved. The Charles' were always coming and going, Steve and his wife usually ended up at separate events, nights and weekends. Mr. Charles tried to push his feelings aside, but he just wished for a day with nothing to do, no errands, no sports, no to-do lists. He also wished he and his wife could be intimate but what he really wanted was to just fuck nice and hard. Every time he had that thought it was cut short by a phone call, text or something work related. It was frustrating but he kept his eye on the tasks at hand. That is until Jessica was around. Only 23, Mr. Charles could not help but peak at her perfect ass or admire the perkiness of her breasts, or so he imagined. But like every other pleasant thought, it was quickly stamped out by a call or text or work duty.
Over the last six months, Mr. Charles found himself thinking about Jessica even when she was not around. With the business of their schedules and even lack of privacy, he was ashamed to admit it to himself, but sometimes he would masturbate thinking of her. It was usually while standing over the toilet, with a house full of noise, but it was the only quiet place he could relieve himself thinking about Jessica. It was becoming more and more frequent, which made it hard to make eye contact when she was in the room. He would think, "gees I am glad she can't read my mind, all these filthy thoughts I am having." Then he would smile politely and leave the room. But in the back of his mind, he always hoped Jessica would come to work in yoga pants, or, his favorite...those thin tank tops with no bra under.
It was a normal Friday during the summer. Schedules were coordinated and everyone knew where they needed to be that day. During the summer months, Mr. Charles worked a modified schedule so enjoyed the luxury of working only half days on Fridays. But this was coming to an end very soon as school had just started up.
The weekend was packed with some chores but mostly fun family things like a baseball game tonight and another outing on Saturday. Mr. Charles looked forward to getting off early from work and having a couple of hours at home to himself before the chaos of the weekend began when everyone returned home. It was a long week and he wouldn't admit it to himself, but he also looked forward to going home and enjoying the quiet as he masturbated thinking about Jessica's perfect body. He refused to acknowledge that plan the entire morning at work, but in the back of his mind, it was all he wanted.
As he walked into the kitchen area, it was quiet, and he was savoring the moment. Not a person in the house but him. As he tossed his car keys down on the kitchen counter, he saw an envelope leaning against the sugar canister on the counter. The outside of the envelope read "Jacob" in the most feminine girly handwriting, with a little heart above and over to the side of the "b". Mr. Charles had no idea who had written the name on the envelope or further, who was Jacob?
He picked up the envelope and inspected it and set it back down, thinking, who knows maybe that a neighbor or something, dismissing any more investigation. He looked next to the envelope and there was a "to-do list" left for him. He thought he was going to have a quiet afternoon alone thinking of Jessica but not anymore. He glanced through the list and none of it seemed fun or interesting so he set the list down and picked the envelope back up, "who is Jacob?" he thought to himself as he opened the envelope (the flap was tucked inside the envelope not sealed shut with the glue). He pulled out a piece of purple notebook paper that came from a small notebook, maybe 5x 7 inches when he unfolded it. He began to read the note written to Jacob and his weekend changed dramatically. It read:
"Jacob, Thanks for coming over. This is the only place I could think of where we could meet, and no one would suspect anything. I thought about what you said so I will get right to the point. I know your work takes you away often and when you are home you really want to spice things up. (Mr. Charles gulped and thought "but who wrote this and who is Jacob?!") I thought about what you said, and I know I kind of freaked out, but you need to understand I am married! So, the idea of us starting to have sex without a condom freaked me out. My husband can never find out about us and condoms help keep that from happening. (Mr. Charles is reeling). What I didn't tell you is that when you mentioned this before I started taking birth control. So, in short, I am ok with trying it without a condom, we just have to be super careful. The other things you mentioned, I know I seemed kind of freaked about what you were telling me you wanted to try. The truth is, I was really aroused by what you were saying. I think I have just been waiting for you to bring it up. With that said, I asked you over here today while the Charles' are out for a reason. I think you will be happy, your surprise is waiting over to your right, in their den. -Jessica"
Mr. Charles hands were shaking as he quickly and quietly stuffed the note back into the envelope and looked over towards the threshold into the den. He gulped as he figured it out, "Jessica wrote this note! But who is Jacob? Her husband is David!" He wondered if she was in the next room, was this from another time or meant for later. The house was too quiet for someone to be in den. He thought maybe he should just leave the house and come back in making more noise. This way if someone was there, it would give them time to pick up the note.
His heart racing, he started to leave but curiosity got the best of him. He slowly made his way to towards the den. In the back of his mind, he was hoping to catch Jessica in the den. He wouldn't admit this, but it is why he was walking so quietly towards the den, to see what he would find. As he rounded the corner, his heart began to beat even faster. When he saw inside the den, it was such an adrenaline rush and state of shock all at the same time.
There was Jessica, almost in the middle of the den on the ottoman from Mr. Charles's easy chair. She had moved the ottoman to the center of the room. But what made Mr. Charles stop in his tracks? Jessica was on the ottoman, her knees on one end and her body forward so her elbows were on opposite end of the ottoman from her knees. She was completely naked, except for the black sleep mask she had on covering her eyes. Her ass up in the air, gently swaying side to side, her perfect bald pussy about six feet from the threshold where Mr. Charles stood. It was like a peach that was waiting to be plucked. It was exactly what he had imagined it looked like. Her elbows on opposite end of the ottoman, elbows and hips waving her exposed bald puss like a flag for Jacob. But who is Jacob?
When Mr. Charles was finally able to pry his eyes from her inviting puss, he noticed the grin on Jessica's face as her head was turned as if she were looking back toward the doorway, except her eyes were covered with the sleep mask. It was her mouth that told her expression. Gently biting her lip and smiling, until she spoke.
"Hi Jacob, what do you think of your surprise?" she said with a giggling grin.
Mr. Charles couldn't help but notice her elbows on the ottoman and how her hands were clasped together, almost to help balance her gentle sway. He loved her always perfectly manicured nails. Especially how Jessica was only 23, but always kept her nails with French tips. While other young women were sporting trendy colors and designs, Jessica was always consistent, and the French tips fit her perfectly for a reason he couldn't explain. But seeing her there, fingers crossed, manicured nails had never been so appealing.
His heart racing, he couldn't believe the luck or curse of him coming home at this exact time. His mind was telling him to turn on his heals and leave. But the swollen bulge in his work slacks was telling him different. Would he ever get to see her like this again, no, so soak in every moment his hard cock told him. He was afraid to move a step, fearful she would pull the sleep mask from her face and find out it was not the infamous Jacob she was waiting for.
Silent for a moment, Jessica repeats herself, "So what do you think of your surprise Jacob? Is it just like your fantasy?"
The silence after her question was deafening.
She continues, "oh that's right, you wanted the eye mask on, and you didn't want to talk, you just want to take me like this."
Mr. Charles gulps at what she says. This means he can watch a moment longer, until Jacob arrives. Who is this Jacob he thought?
Without realizing it, Mr. Charles moved a step closer. At this point, in the small den, if he reached his hand forward, the tips of his fingers would be about a foot from Jessica's inviting wiggling ass. He wanted nothing more than to reach forward and grab her beautiful ass, smooth and flawless. His eyes darting from her ass to her swollen bald puss, peeking from behind. He salivated as he admired how perfectly bald her puss was, it almost looked like a sex toy.
It is what he fantasized about all those nights he got himself off. He just wanted to admire her for a few more moments and he would leave. He knew Jessica would never go for an older married man so why not savor a few more seconds. "Five more seconds and then I go," he told himself.
Just then Jessica wiggled her ass in the air and said "come on Jacob, its all yours, just like you wanted it. And see no condoms in sight."
The moment Jessica said this, Mr. Charles found himself unzipping his slacks.
"Well maybe I can just stroke it a little, no harm done." he thought.
Releasing his stiff cock, it was so hard, his unzipped slacks acting as a restraint against his balls, ensuring he would not spontaneously cum from the situation. Although he tried to be very quiet unzipping, Jessica's hearing was heightened from the eye mask maybe.
She grinned, "mmmm there you go Jacob, getting in the spirit of things!"
Mr. Charles's heart raced, he felt like he should go now. But found himself quietly stroking his shaft while he watched. Unaware of the precum his cock was already producing.
A few more strokes of his cock and Mr. Charles finds the will power to stuff his hard cock back into his crammed work slacks. "I need to leave." he thinks.
Just one more glance at that beautiful pussy. Just then, he sees Jessica's index and middle fingers emerge from between her legs. She has one elbow on ottoman and frees the other hand to do this. He sees her French tipped nails first, and watches as she slowly spreads her swollen pussy lips inviting Jacob.
"See baby, I'm so wet for you Jacob."
