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."
"Thanks," she said. She stood up grabbed her cup and turned to leave the kitchen. "Mind if I shower first?" she asked as she walked down the hall. She lifted her night shirt and scratched her ass as she moved away from me. It was a beautiful sight.
I heard her in the bath and when she came out I collected my razor and toothbrush and stuff. I went into the still steamy room where I squeezed out a dollop of toothpaste, turned on the shower water and climbed in. I brushed my teeth and was washing my hair when I heard the door open and shut, so I peeked around the side of the curtain and there was Jessica. She was standing naked at the sink brushing her teeth. I watched her for a while and felt my dick get hard. I watched the reflection of her tits as she moved back and forth brushing her teeth. Her erect nipples stood out like new pencil erasers on soft mounds of flesh and they were surrounded by small disks of rose coloured areolae. She was incredibly sexy and I had a sudden desire to taste those nipples; to suck on them.
She must have sensed me looking at her and she turned around. "Hey Jim, I hope you don't mind sharing the bathroom. I needed to brush my teeth." She turned back towards the mirror. Then, as if she had suddenly remembered something she turned back and pointed at my dick. "You got some serious wood going on there Jim, circumcised too. I'm liking what I'm seeing." Wrapping herself in her towel she opened the door to leave, "I'll meet you at a quarter till nine." Then she was gone. I turned up the warm water and jacked off, alone, thinking of Jessica.
When my boner subsided I shaved, wrapped my towel around my waist and went back to my room to get dressed. I couldn't get the image of Jessica, naked, out of my mind.
I had my backpack and a small toolbox that I was taking to the convention hall so I gathered them up, along with the folding dolly and went to meet Jessica. She was waiting by the front door. She had three boxes filled with sales brochures. Each box must have weighed twenty pounds. It was a good thing she had asked for my help and it was a good thing I had the dolly. It was a three or four block walk to the center.
"Let me leave a note for the others," I said as I scratched on a sheet of paper that she and I were setting up the booth and preparing the equipment. I added that I didn't know how long we would be.
With the dolly stacked high Jessica and I headed out to the street. She was wearing a blindingly white long sleeve pullover shirt and jeans. The shirt hugged her curves but not too tight. I could see the outline of a plain white sports bra beneath it. She looked good and I told her so.
"Thanks," she said and then we walked a while in an awkward silence. After about half a block she spoke up about what was weighing on my mind. "Jim, I hope you didn't get offended this morning, with my nudity and all. I don't even think about it. I tend to spend a lot of time without clothes on. I'm basically a practicing nudist at home and on the weekends. Then I saw your boner in the shower and later, when I thought about it, I thought that maybe it was for me."
"It was," I said.
"Honestly, I hadn't even thought about sex with you," she said, "and, it was wrong of me to prance around naked in front of you, I'm sorry. I just wasn't thinking, but, like I said, I saw that boner and it started me thinking about you in ways that I hadn't before. You have a really pretty dick."
"And, you have beautiful tits and an alluring pussy," I told her, "but now I gotta ask; are you even old enough to have consensual sex with me? I don't know how old you are. I only know you're a student. Student implies young, but you're an incredibly sexy student with whom I would love to sleep."
