I woke up early and went out to the kitchen to make coffee. There were low level under-cabinet lights in the kitchen so it wasn't dark but neither was it brightly lit.
We were staying in a vacation rental place on the beach in La Jolla. We were here for a trade show and we were supposed to get things set up today because the show opened tomorrow. It was me, Jessica, Mr. Cunningham, his wife, and Catherine Dupree -- Director of Sales.
Mr. Cunningham was the boss and he had brought his wife along for the free trip to San Diego, she didn't work for the company. There were four sales people in the condo next door. They liked to party all night and Mr. Cunningham didn't want anything to do with that, it would keep his wife awake so they got one house and we got the other. Catherine Dupree was from somewhere in the Deep South. She spoke and behaved like a real Southern Belle. Her accent just dripped honeysuckle. I was here primarily for set up and tear down. I was the tech, the one who made things work and kept them working for the duration of the show. Jessica was a college student and our marketing intern. She was working with us that summer. Mr. Cunningham had brought her, primarily as eye candy to decorate the booth. She was slender, small hipped, dark haired, small breasted, long legged and her job was to hand out sales brochures and keep the punters entertained if the sales guys were occupied with other potential customers.
Anyway, the coffee maker was just starting to make that sound. That sound when the water level is getting low and it is really only passing steam to the coffee basket anymore. I was waiting to see if it was going to beep when Jessica came out to the kitchen.
"Hey, Jim," she said, "didn't know anyone was up. I was going to make coffee."
"Coffee just finished, help yourself," the machine beeped three times.
She looked cute. She was wearing a light green night shirt that looked like a man's large. It hung down low enough to cover her ass but not much further than that. I could see dark shadows where her nips were and wondered if she were completely naked beneath that shirt. Her black hair was cropped short and was tousled from sleep. She flashed her crooked smile and pulled a flowered cup from the bottom shelf of the cupboard.
"Want a cup?" she asked me as she was pouring hers.
"Sure, thanks," I said.
She put the pot back down and opened the cupboard again. She was searching through the cups on the lower shelf, "I'm looking for a cup without flowers or unicorns," she said, "you probably don't want one of those."
"Top shelf, I can see some plain red ones up there."
She reached for the red cups and went up on her tippy-toes, the hem of her night shirt rose high. There was nothing but Jessica underneath.
"Nice ass," I said, almost without thinking, and she spun around quickly but her arm was still up in the air holding the cup she had been retrieving for me. Now I was looking at her well trimmed bush. Her pussy lips appeared to be pursed, as though waiting for a kiss and I told her so.
She raised one eyebrow and slowly lowered her arm. I watched sadly as her pussy slid from view.
"Like what you see, Jimmy?"
"Yes, I do Jess, yes I do."
She turned back around and poured coffee in my cup. She plopped down in the chair next to me and handed me the red cup, now full of coffee. She tucked her night shirt down between her legs.
"What time are you going over to the convention center?" Jessica asked, as if I hadn't just been looking at her genitals.
"We can get in at nine." I said. "I was planning to leave here about a quarter till. It's a short walk.
"Can you help me get some boxes of marketing materials over there?"
"Sure, I have a dolly and we can wheel them over."
