It was a cold, damp, evening when Jessie came home from work. Rain had been falling most of the day, and she couldn't wait to get inside the house where she knew it was warm. It was Friday night, and work had been awful all week. This seemed like the appropriate weather for a long gloomy week. All she could think about was her date with her best friend Allie. They had become best friends in high school, and after Jessie's divorce, they had come to rely upon each other even more.
Allie had called on Wednesday and suggested they go out tonight and see a movie and grab dinner. Allie knew Jessie was having a difficult and long week at work, and a little down time was just what she needed. Nothing fancy, just a fun movie, pizza and drinks at the local bar.
Jessie put down her briefcase, kicked off her shoes, and went straight to the answering machine. It was routine with her, there always seemed to be a message about a crisis somewhere that she would have to take care of immediately. Alas, as she got closer, she could see the light flashing. "What now," she said out loud.
"Hey kid! It's Allie!" Jessie could hear a lot of voices in the background. "I'm on my way to St. Louis. They need me to be there by morning. I'm sorry about having to cancel on you at such short notice, but go see the movie and get out for a while. You know it will do you good. And you never know who or what you will find out there!" Jessie could hear her friend laugh as she said it. "My plane leaves in 30 minutes. I will call you tomorrow and we can talk about your night. Don't stay home! You need to get out some, and who knows, maybe with your good looking friend not there, you may just get lucky! Be good Jess. I will call tomorrow. Love you . . . bye."
Jessie was still laughing at her friend when the tape stopped. Allie always teased her about her looks. Jessie was a beautiful woman. She never had a problem turning men's heads. She was intelligent, witty, and she could hold a conversation with anyone and make them feel as if they were old friends. Allie was never jealous of her friend, she just watched in awe of how people reacted to her. Allie knew they were always looking at Jessie. How could they not? With her striking auburn hair, blue eyes, long legs that seemed to go on forever, and a slender frame... she was a stunning beauty. She looked years younger then her true age, and worked out to keep her lithe form.
Jessie really had been looking forward to the movie with her friend. She could use a good laugh, and her heart was set on the pizza too. She could live off of pizza. She always thought that pizza should have its own food group. "Oh well," she thought out loud. She really didn't want to go alone. It just didn't feel right.
Jessie headed down the hallway toward her bedroom. She took off her jacket and threw it on the bed. A nice hot bath to warm up was all she could think of now. Her skin was still cold from the night air. She walked into the bathroom, and began to run water into the tub. After the water was the right temperature, she added her favorite scented sea salt, and began to get undressed. She looked at herself in the mirror as she unbuttoned her white linen blouse. Her breasts were small, but still firm. She ran her hands under the straps of her white lace bra, and slid them down her arms.
Her black skirt was off quickly and she stood there admiring her slender form in the mirror. Her black thigh highs and black lace panties were all she had left on. She looked good in black. It always gave her a powerful, yet extremely sexy feeling. She looked for another minute, admiring the form she saw in the mirror, then finished slipping out of her clothing.
The water felt warm and inviting, and the scent of the bath salts wafted thru the air. She closed her eyes as she settled against the back of the tub. She scooped up some water in her hand and slowly released its warmth down her neck and over her breasts. She felt every sensation of the water caressing her body. As she lay there moving the water across her body, she was reminded of how long it had been since she had been caressed by a man's hands.
After her divorce, she had gone out on very few dates. She worked 55-60 hours a week, and found it easier to just ignore the intimate touch, then to have to get out into the dating pool again. She hated it when she was young, and now it didn't seem to be any easier. Yes, men were interested in her, but to trust a man again was something she just didn't think she was ready to do.
Her thoughts slipped away to the last man she had spent the night with. His name was Lance. They had known each other for a few years thru work, and he had asked her out for dinner after a late night meeting. They got along well, had a lot in common, but she didn't want to get into a long term relationship at the time. She cut it off after a few weeks, and more then one night of heated sex. "Now. He was good!" she giggled to herself.
The more she thought of him and how he stimulated her body, the more she was getting aroused. Her hands moved slowly over her breasts, her nipples already hardened by the thoughts stirred up inside her. She began rolling her nipples between her fingers, the sensations evoking an excitement in her. Her body was becoming more aroused as she slipped her hand under the warm water to her sex. Her clit was swollen and sensitive to the touch. Her fingers deftly swirled around her folds, and over her clit. She lightly slipped a finger in and out of her, keeping up the stimulation on her clit with her other fingers. She massaged her clit, increasing the pace as she brought herself closer to climax. With one final plunge of her fingers into her slit, a wave of joyous ecstacy consumed her body.
She lay there in the warmth of the water, satisfied and sedated. She needed that release. It had been a while, and as she regained her composure, she knew it had been too long since she had felt the pleasure of a good orgasm.
She finished her bath, and stepped out of the tub. She finished drying herself off as she walked to her closet. She thought about going to see the movie, but instead wanted to save that for when her friend got back to town. However, the pizza still sounded good, and the bar that served it was a place she had been many times before. The owners knew her, and would not think anything of her being there alone. They had tried on many occasions to set her up after her divorce.
She grabbed a pair of jeans out of the closet, threw on a black turtleneck sweater that hugged her curves and accentuated her long neck. She checked her makeup, put on some lipstick, and brushed her shoulder length hair. "Good enough" she said to herself. She wasn't going out to pick someone up. She thought just a quick drink, a hot pizza, and maybe some friendly conversation with the other patrons.
She grabbed her black leather jacket and car keys and headed out the door. She always had a pager and a cell phone she left in the car, so if she was needed, she could quickly answer. She eased herself behind the steering wheel. The cold leather seats sent chills thru her body. The engine revved and she headed out the driveway. The bar wasn't far from the house, and within minutes she was pulling into the parking lot.
She entered the door and immediately saw the smiling face of the owner. Jerry had known Jessie since he had taken over the place five years ago. She was one of his favorite customers, and she came into the bar at least once a week, when she was not out to town on business. Jessie didn't drink much, sometimes she only wanted her "pizza fix."
"Hey, Jessie!" Jerry said. "What's it been? A week?"
She laughed at his joke. "No. As a matter of fact, I was here six nights ago, if you want to be technical about it!" she quipped back.
"Well should I tell James you want your usual? Or are you going with something special tonight?" Jerry liked to tease her about her fondness of her favorite food.
" I guess my usual will be fine. I was supposed to meet Allie here, but she is on her way to St. Louis. Make it a medium. I can take the rest home and have it for breakfast!"
"All right." He said with a chuckle. "You want a table or do you want to sit at the bar?"
"What do you have on the t.v. tonight? Any football games on?" she replied.
"Yeah, I think there is one. Let me put in your order and see what I can find. Then I get you something to wash down your dinner with." With that said, Jerry was off to the kitchen.
