Slowly Then All At Once

Jessa was bored. As was usual for Jessa, whenever she got bored, she found herself in trouble.

That's me, by the way. Jessa Bell. Okay, maybe "found" is the wrong verb. Jumped in it with both feet might be more accurate. Trouble and I know each other intimately; as in not platonically, if you catch my drift. Once or twice, trouble has screwed me over... royally... in my tight little bung-hole. That's another story altogether. Maybe I'll tell that story one day or maybe not. I mean, the best a girl can do when that happens is to adjust the tits in the boulder holder and get back on the sybian.

So, a bit about me, I've got strawberry blonde hair with Poliosis, a naturally occurring white streak. Most of the time people don't notice it, but when they do, they can't seem to shut up about it. I tell people that's where my demon hides. I mean, what else can I say about it? Some people it scares, some people scoff, but generally they leave me alone about it after that. I wear my hair a little bit long, shoulder length, never longer. At five foot four and one-hundred-twenty pounds with an hour glass figure, I like to think that I am soft in all the right places. I'm also prone to refer to myself in the third person. I do it to annoy the shit out of people. So shoot me, I'm kinky like that sometimes.

So, anyway, like yeah, that's why me and trouble are friends with benefits. Back to the story though, when I get bored out of my gourd bored, one of my activities is to look for ways to rub one out. I really like when my panties get wet. But when I get that bored I mostly go commando. It makes it easier to rub my clit. I sometimes do the web-cam thing just so I can get a good squirt out. But I digress.

One day I'm looking through the personal ads on a website, because that's a thing I do too. I fantasize about answering the personal ads and masturbate. Anyway, I find one that's kind of cryptic, but it gets me juiced up. It says, "Seductress wanted. Seduce and fuck my husband. K." I can't explain why, but it made me a puddle of orgasm. And against my better judgement I actually thought about answering the ad! What if it was some pervert that was pretending to be a wife that placed the ad... and that gave me another orgasm right there! Oh boy, Oh buddy, get your erection ready trouble, because here I come.

So I enter a response, "Seductress here. I want to fuck your husband. J."

I had to go to work commando the next three days anticipating a reply. I was dripping. I pity the poor soul who gets my office chair when I'm done with it.

Then the reply comes, "Seductress, let's meet. Tell me the time and place. K."

I was so excited I had an orgasm without having to rub myself. I signed into the web-cam site and teased all the guys and gals so that I could squirt enough to calm down before I send anything back. Hell, I pretty much gave them a free show, that's how much I wanted to cum and squirt. I was exhausted by the time I shut down the show. I called in sick the next day also. I was French kissing trouble at this point. Come get me big boy, shove it in me.

Neutral ground I thought. K wanted to meet, and it was up to me to pick a place and time. Some place public in case I needed to exit without having to commit if things were wonky. I could think of half a dozen places that were public enough. What I needed was some place that set the right mood too. I also needed a hook, a sign, or something that would let me see them before they saw me. I gave it a little bit of thought before I sent my reply.

I sent back, "Barbarossa's 5th Ave, 9 P.M. Thursday, Carnation on table. J."

I receive a reply almost immediately, "Confirmed. K."

I just about melt down at that point. But I got to hold it together until Thursday, so I do another web-cam show and when I'm spent I drift off to sleep afterward. That reminds me... I once did a web-cam show where I was trying to sleep and the viewers could buzz my device while I slept and try to wake me up with orgasms. It was a thrill for a minute and a half until the watchers got sadistic about trying to wake me up. Don't get me wrong... I got off big time, but eventually I needed sleep more than I needed to squirt.

Thursday rolls around and I'm ready to leave work early I'm so jumpy. Then I think what the hell am I going to wear? Oh yeah, look like a seductress. What the fuck does a seductress look like I wondered? Ooh, wait a minute... I got just the number in my closet. It's black. It's form-fitting up top. It flounces down below and I look like a million bucks wearing it. I'm definitely going to rock seductress. Seductress Commando, super sucker extraordinaire! I'm psyched up.

I head out early. If trouble is going to hump my bum I want to get there early to watch the action. Ring side seat for me trouble! I want to watch as you poke me in my rosy! But tonight, trouble is being patient and sneaky. I don't see him around. I settle down at the bar and bolster my nerve with a Tom Collins while I wait for K. The dinner crowd thins out a bit around 8:45 and I start to look around. I fend off a couple of passes from two desperate married men. One of them even tells the bartender to give me another of what I'm having. I'm still nursing the one I have, so the second is melting on the bar in front of me. Sorry boys. I got plans for tonight. Any other time I might have taken you up on it, but I got something special on for tonight.

Then I see it, the carnation on the table. I see K, and she's sitting there prim and proper kind of matronly. I'm intrigued as hell, but I don't want to come across as too eager do I? I want to come across as cool as a cucumber so I sit there until my pulse is under control again. I leave a tip for the bartender and slide off the bar stool. Good thing the dress is keeping my dampness from sticking to the seat. I have my own carnation too, but it was lying down on the bar sort of hidden until now. I take it with me and walk over to her table from a direction she won't see me coming.

"K? I'm J." as I set my carnation down next to hers. I see her eyes widen when she looks up at me. That's good. I know I'm not homely, but it's good to see that she's impressed with my looks. I think I might like her. She looks a bit formal wearing a dark green business suit. It contrasts with her red hair that has touches of silver. Definitely older than me by ten to fifteen years I'd guess. I ask, "Mind if I join you?"

She nods, says "No, please" in a tremulous manner. I'm guessing this is a first time thing for her. She may want a seductress for her husband, but I can tell I'm going to have to seduce her first. Then again, maybe she's been hounded by a horn-dog into doing this.

I sit across from her in the booth. "My name's Jessa." I offer her a handshake. I'm not sure what she was expecting, but I can see her trying to come to grips with meeting me the first time. She's slow in taking up my hand, timid, but finally she does.

"Katrina." And that's it. Maybe she's having second thoughts about all this. Then she adds, "You look younger than I expected." Trouble is peeking over her shoulder at me with bedroom eyes.

I chuckle and hope I'm not killing my chances.

"You didn't specify an age range."

The waiter appears with her drink. It looks like an Old Fashioned. I order my usual, a Tom Collins. Not much is said while we wait for my drink to arrive. She takes a couple of tentative sips, working up the nerve to keep going with this I think. I study her a bit, she looks delicious. I want to taste those lips with gloss the same color as her hair. I don't want to scare her off yet. She might not be okay with me making a pass at her. I shift a little in the booth trying to get more comfortable. I make idle chit chat about the weather and movies to kill a couple of minutes. When I get my drink I don't drink it right away, I just stir it slowly and wait to see if she starts talking without prompting. It looks like it's up to me to start the ball rolling. I take a polite drink from my glass, and I ask, "Is there anything you want to know about me?"

She starts to say something a couple of times, but doesn't. I'm starting to think about grabbing one of her hands and sucking on a couple of her fingers just to break the log jam of silence. What if she doesn't really want to know anything about me? I've been refraining from talking about her husband because I don't want to seem anxious to hop in the sack with him in case she really doesn't want that after all. Heh, a high-powered seductress like me is supposed to be able to turn it on and off in a blink right? Oh shit, maybe she thinks I'm a hooker or call girl. I'm not worried about being arrested for solicitation. I haven't asked for payment or anything like that. I'm not going to either. I'm strictly in this for the sex, Jessa is a card carrying nymphomaniac. Maybe I'm not cut out to be a seductress because I enjoy sex too much. I leave a tip on the table for the drink and now I can tell K, Katrina is feeling the pressure.

"I want a divorce," she blurts out and looks like she wants to take it back, but it's in the air already. Holy Moly Batman, Katrina just jumped in the deep end!

With my hand on my clutch bag, I lay it out bluntly, "So, divorce him."

"You don't understand."

"You're right, I don't understand. So lay it out for me. Why won't divorce in a no-fault state, not fit the bill?"

"I don't want to have to explain to family and friends. He doesn't satisfy me anymore. If he's caught cheating..."

"With me," I helpfully added.

"With you, yes, I wouldn't have to tell anybody why."

I took my hand off my clutch bag and considered what she had just told me. She took a big swallow of her drink, in need of some liquid courage I'd wager. There was a tiny flush on her cheeks when I looked her straight in the eye. "What makes you think hubby would jump in the sack with me?"

"What man wouldn't? You're gorgeous!"

"Thank you," I say. I wasn't fishing for compliments, but I'll graciously take every compliment that comes my way. "I'm not every man's heart throb or turn on by any means. There's got to be some chemistry. I don't know what your husband looks for in a woman, but if I'm not it, I'll be letting you down. If I keep trying when he doesn't want me, it'll get creepy and stalker like. I don't want that."

I see the gears turning in her head then. I must have gotten through to her because she comes back with, "Oh.... OH! This is more complicated than I thought it would be. What should I do then?"

Now I'm really interested in doing this. "Okay, let's get one thing straight up front though. We aren't talking about a piece of meat. If I like him, I'll be like the pony express in the wild, wild, west. I'll ride him hard and put him away wet. But I may keep him as a fuck toy after we're through. Do you think you can handle that if I'm humping his brains out and you show up after you divorce him?"

That gave her something to think about.

"You don't need to answer that just now. This is going to take at least a couple more conversations. You got time to think about it. I'll stop if you want to back out before I actually do seduce him. I think we should have our next conversation somewhere more private, don't you? Give me a couple of days and I'll pick a spot we can meet. Will hubby get suspicious if you go on a weekend outing with the girls? We'll do a spa weekend. How does that sound?"

Katrina nodded and then added almost breathlessly, "I've always wanted to try a spa weekend. Can we go to Holly Springs Creek in Dahlonega?"

I pull up the website on my phone. "Mmmmm, yummy! Shall I make us a reservation now? It looks like we can get in 3 weeks from now. Friday and Saturday night... Jessa Bell and Katrina..."

"Starnes..."

A couple of taps more on the phone then, "All set. I'll meet you there 8 P.M. Friday three weeks from now. We're going to be best friends! Spa buddies!" I get up and give her a light hug across the shoulders and a peck on the cheek while I'm trying to memorize how she smells. I'm feeling positively buoyant. All the way home I'm daydreaming about peeling her like a shrimp and licking her from bottom to top, top to bottom and I'm so hot by the time I get home I have to do a cam show just to get to sleep. It's safer to masturbate in public through a cam show than to wander around out in public and masturbate. For one, the prospect of arrest is way lower. For two, there are fewer uninvited guests participating. Although, to be honest, I've given myself one wicked orgasm while fantasizing about fending off an opportunist rapist. I'm not about to try that for real. Nope, Jessa's not into rape for real. Shut up trouble.

Anyway, I manage to make it through 3 weeks. I only had to sneak off to the ladies room a couple of times to relieve the pressure while I was at work. I can imagine what the other women think when they walk in and hear the panting and fapping sounds coming from the stall. I never heard anyone walking in when I'm in my mood in the ladies room. For all I know I'm the talk of the office. It makes me hot thinking about that some times. Oh, look, there goes Jessa to rub one out in the ladies room! I work. I get paid. Nobody seems to mention it to me. I've got no reason to stop yet.

Spa day cometh.... I love the way that sounds. I take a half day off so I've got time to go through my collection of toys that I want to pack for the trip. I pack my jammies too, although I don't anticipate wearing them much. Tonight I'll learn about hubby. His name for one; what he likes; what he doesn't like, anything that might help me get into his pants. Katrina is going to be my main focus tonight and tomorrow while I ply her for that information. If I'm lucky, I'll get into her pants before the weekend is over. Jessa's a horny girl.

I am to meet Katrina in the lobby. I'm carrying my 2 black carry-on sized bags. One contains my clothing for the weekend; it's much lighter than the bag with my accessories. I'm giddy, practically bouncing up and down when I walk through the front door. I walk up behind her while she is waiting in line at the desk to check in. I wrap my arms around her from behind and hug her likes she's my BFF. "Katrina... Bestie," I coo. Can she feel how hard my nipples are on her back? Maybe; she's slow to relax almost like this makes her uncomfortable. "I've scheduled us facials for tomorrow just after breakfast. My treat! This weekend is going to be great! Did you get a chance to eat yet? I think they have room service if you need something."

"Are you manic or something? Slow down and take a breath now and then." She's looking like she thinks she committed a faux pas; as if she had blurted out, "Curb your enthusiasm!" I smile at her and hug her again letting her know she didn't hurt my feelings. It hadn't occurred to me that she might not be as demonstrative as I am. I'm not going to let that get in my way though. After all, Jessa's going to do what Jessa's going to do. "Thank you, Jessa, I've... I've eaten."

I take her hand and steer her toward the front desk now that the queue has cleared. I speak to the lady there, "Reservation for Jessa Bell and Katrina Starnes," and hand her my identification card and credit card that I used for the reservation. Her name badge reads "Dory" and she looks pleasant. Katrina mentions that she intended to pay for her room not knowing that I only reserved the one room with King sized bed for the both of us. Dory asks if we want to keep the room on my card or put it on Katrina's and I tell her we'll keep it on mine. Dory gets our key cards ready and bids us a good weekend. I give her a big smile, "We definitely will Dory!" and Dory returns my smile.

Katrina is nonplussed. I hold her hand up and press the card key for Room 7 in her palm. "Go relax. I'll be along in a minute. I'm making a quick stop at the wine bar. Do you like red or white?" She's being swept along by a gale named Jessa, she's not sure of anything at the moment.

"Ah yes, Champagne; good choice dear." I add. She takes a moment to get her bearings and takes a couple of steps toward our room. Katrina looks shyly back at me over her shoulder. I beam at her and make tiny shooing motions with my hands until she moves again. I order 2 bottles of bubbly and a chilling bucket for our room and put it on the room tab.

Upon arriving in the room, Katrina is sitting on the edge of the bed and scanning around at the beautifully appointed furnishings. In one motion I pull my dress up over my head and toss it across a chair. Katrina gasps when she sees I haven't worn a bra or panties. I giggle, "Don't be shy, I haven't got anything you haven't seen before... except maybe this..." and I point to my birthmark cradled by my right hipbone. It looks like a cat on the prowl, tail curled up at the end pointed toward my breast. She stares at it wide-eyed and I'm thinking she just might be hooked. I pull my bikini out of my small suit case and slip it on adjusting here and there. The bikini doesn't do anything to hide my birthmark. I interrupt her reverie, "Hey girl, get ready for the hot tub!"

I wait as patiently as I can for her to undress and change. She's got a really nice figure for someone older than me and I'm having a hard time not grabbing her while she's trying to change. The knock on the door elicits a startled yelp from her and helpfully distracts me. I look out the peephole. "Don't worry. It's the champagne." Katrina has her mint green and white floral one-piece only half way on when I start to open the door.

"Wait!" she squeaks. So I wait, as I give her a sly grin. I'm teasing her. Jessa is a mean girl sometimes. But the desired effect got Katrina moving a bit quicker. I pull the chilling bucket and bottles into the room when she's finished. It's not cold enough yet, so I put off opening a bottle. There's a mini bar in the room, so I ask her if she wants a quick one before we go to the hot tub. Unfortunately she declines. Oh well. I've still got the rest of 2 days to get her to loosen up.

After a few minutes in the hot tub, it's getting on past 9ish. I'm relaxing and enjoying the jets in the hot water. It's taking longer for Katrina to relax, so I reach out and start to massage her neck and shoulders. I could practically bounce a quarter off her that's how taut her muscles are when I start rubbing. I kneed her muscles slowly and surely determined to work out the kinks. For the first few minutes it's hard to tell if the noises I'm hearing are pain or otherwise. But eventually I hear her breathing relaxing. Every now and then I start planting light kisses on her neck at the base of her scalp. She tenses some, but I keep rubbing until she relaxes again. Then I hear a contented sigh. I ask her if she's ready to go back to the room and she nods and adds, "Thank you."

"It was my pleasure, sweetie."

Back in the room I turn on the shower and beckon her over, "Let's wash the chlorine out." I grab the shower wand and use it to spray her down. She looks like she would prefer to do that herself, like she wants me to give her the shower wand. I start to help the water sluice the chlorine out of her suit by stroking her suit and body. Katrina's doesn't look comfortable with that, but she doesn't actually object. While I'm standing in the shower with her I peel off my bikini and wring it out. She can't seem to help herself but steal glances at my pert nipples and how comfortable I am with being nude in front of her. I grab the body wash and start lathering myself. I'm having a good time and I tweak my nipples and rub my pussy clean while she watches. She's forgotten why she's in the shower, so I remind her. "It helps to take the suit off."

She's cute the way she's almost embarrassed to get undressed in front of me. From what I've seen of her so far, she's adorable. She has some stretch-marks as women her age do, but I think she's sexy and lickable. I'm refraining from sucking her tits and clit right then and there. I want her bad, but I don't want to scare her off.