How It All Began 42

Chapter 1 -- How it all began.

Jessica and James met when their paths crossed during their respective Christmas office parties being hosted at the same hotel function room. "Can I get you a drink?" James asked while gazing at the beautiful vision stood at the bar in front of him. "Thank you, a spritzer would be lovely" replied Jess. Offering his hand "I'm James, pleased to meet you," "Jessica, or Jess for short" she replied while shaking his extended hand. "you're on your office party too?" enquired James, "yes, I came to be sociable, at 24 I am the youngest in our office by about 20 years so don't really fit their social circle" exclaimed Jess while smiling at James.

Waiting for the drinks to be poured, James could not help but stare, Jess is around five foot six, but in her strappy ankle heels was nearly as tall as James at five foot eleven. She was wearing a knee length, tight, black skirt below a black and gold corset style top, supporting her ample bust and presenting a perfect cleavage. James was drawn to her near waist length flame red hair cascading over her shoulders, her radiant smile and piercing green eyes. As they received their drinks, "if you need rescuing, I will be over here with my lot" said James, Jessica leaned in and whispered in his ear "Thanks, I may just take you up on that." James caught the scent of her expensive perfume. Before he knew it, he felt her lips kiss him on the cheek before another whisper "thanks for the drink" Taking her drink Jessica turned away. James gazed as she walked away demurely, to rejoin the group of middle-aged women she was with.

Returning to his group, "she's out of your league boy" one of his colleagues jeered. "A man can dream, can't he?" James replied. As the typical works Christmas party evening wore on James could not stop himself gazing across the room at Jessica, she looked so ravenous. Her waist so slender, her bust so full, crowned with her pale complexion and ravenous good looks complete with an aura of class surrounding her. On occasion he caught her looking in his direction but read nothing into it. An hour or two passed with the disco flashing to the beat of the music, drinks flowing with more and more party goers being less steady on their feet. As Jessica had not showed signs of wanting rescuing, James was dying to ask her to dance but with the 'she's out of your league boy' comment still going around in his mind, he feared the humiliation of rejection, especially in front of his colleagues. He would never live it down.

Noticing from across the dance floor that Jessicas glass was empty, James seized his chance, writing his name and number on a slip of paper, he gave it to the waiter, asking him to pass it to stunning redhead with the fresh spritzer he had ordered her. Returning to his fellow colleagues, most of whom were showing the signs of way too much drink, he watched as she accepted the drink and the note from the waiter. She never even gave him a glance. He hoped she turn and smile or would call him sometime but with a resigned feeling she never would.

Maybe she was too good for him, maybe she was too classy. Her sexy outfit showed her confidence in her looks and knew that men would notice her. Was she married? her bare ring finger suggested not, maybe she had a boyfriend and was off the market. Was she just an outrageous tease? These were the thoughts going through James's mind as he gave up all hope. Another half an hour passed with James joined the conversation with his work mates. James felt a buzz in his pocket, retrieving his phone, he saw the message "My glass is empty James". He spun around to lock eyes with Jessica only to see she was no longer there and her party had left. Had she left?

Was she toying with him? Was it her who had sent the message? James was confused but could feel his cock getting hard as he shakily replied "Jess?" minutes passed with no reply, James was confused, she's playing with me he thought as his phone buzzed again. "James I like mine a little stiff. Vodka on the rocks sounds good. I have gone up to my room to freshen up. Be a good boy and tell room service the drink is for Miss Jessica, they will know where to bring it." James was even more confused, was she coming back down as promised? Miss Jessica, calling him a good boy, he was questioning what to do but he also felt his cock was throbbing at the thought of being with Jess. What was there to lose? Nothing but his pride. James excused himself an did as requested sending the the drink. Nervously he sipped his beer waiting for her to return. The minutes dragged for what seemed like an hour before another buzz. "Good boy James, I knew you wouldn't let me down. I will be down soon, has your hard on subsided yet?" What a bitch, she was teasing for sure, she knew the effect she had on James and his compliance to her wishes confirmed it.