A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 13

"Because I wanted to, Mr. Warner," Jessika informed me before she opened the door and walked back into the hotel room.

After some time spent wondering where exactly my friendship with the sexy brunette stood, I followed her into the hotel room. True to her word, I found her in the bath room, naked, lounging in a hot bath.

"Are you up to a walk after your bath?" I asked.

"A walk on the beach?" she asked.

"Yes," I confirmed.

"Well, each step will cause me to remember I'm a well-fucked slut," she grinned, "but that's not necessarily a bad thing."

"So that is a 'yes'?" I pushed.

"Yes, it is a 'yes'," Jessika snickered, before adding, "Why don't you go get some breakfast at that diner we saw across the street last night. I'll join you before too long."

"Sounds like a plan," I told her as I stood up to leave the bathroom.

"Oh, wait!" the brunette called. "Order scrambled eggs and wheat toast for me, please. And some coffee"

I agreed, and a few minutes later I was ordering for both of us. I tried to focus on Jessika while I waited for her, but thoughts about Jessi kept edging in. Luckily for me, the food and Jessika arrived at the same time, giving me two very good reasons to push Jessi from my mind.

"Hey, sexy man," Jessika said as she walked over to the table. "Want some company?"

"Sure," I replied as I took in how Jessika looked.

The brunette's hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and only a minimal amount of makeup adorned her face. And although her clothes did not hide all the shapes of her lovely body, it was clear that she had not dressed to emphasize, or even draw attention to, her intoxicating curves. Her top, a striped knit shirt, had a rounded collar that did not show any hint of her fantastic cleavage. On top of that she wore a loose gray hoody.

And it was not just above her waist that looked different. Instead of her usual skin-tight jeans, Jessika wore well-fitted but relatively loose jeans, and instead of her normal boots or high heeled shoes, she wore simple canvas shoes. However, despite her much more casual than normal appearance, I found I could not take my eyes off of her.

"You look quite lovely," I told her as she sat down.

Jessika opened her mouth to speak, but looked down instead. I might have imagined it, but it looked for a moment like her cheeks colored just a bit. A small smile played across her lips, then she looked up at me.

"Thank you, Mark," brunette said, her gray eyes sparkling. "I don't think I would believe any other man who told me that when I am dressed like this."

"Why is that?" I asked.

"Because I would think they just wanted something from me," she shrugged.

"But, is it not the same when you are dressed more, um..." I started, but then faltered on my next word, not sure how to say what I wanted to say.

"Slutty?" Jessika guessed. "Trashy? Whore-like?"

"...provocatively," I finished. "You are not... those other things."

Jessika shrugged again, then concentrated on eating her eggs. I followed suit, and for the next few minutes we ate in silence.

"Isn't 'provocative' just a nice word for the same things I said?" Jessika asked abruptly.

"I did not mean it as such," I assured her.

"But you think men just compliment me because they want something when I am dressed 'provocatively'?" she pushed.

"No, I was just asking how it was different," I tried to explain. "I just did not understand what you meant, I guess."

Jessika sighed and reached across the table to rub my arm, then said, "I know. I was just being defensive."

We went back to eating in silence for a few more minutes. Then, the brunette pushed her plate away from her and sighed again.

"Ok, I'll try to explain," she started. "When I wear clothes that show more of me, it's almost like when I was a dancer. It's a show. I mean, I like it, but it's a show. I expect men to compliment me to try to get somewhere."

"What about that blind date you had a few weeks ago?" I asked.

Jessika snorted and rolled her eyes before continuing, "He didn't compliment me - he just stared at my boobs. Yes, look at my boobs, but talk to me too. I need more than just 'nice tits'."

"I am not sure I understand yet," I admitted.

"When a guy who's seen me dress the way I normally do compliments me when I'm dressed down, it just feels to me like they're trying to get on my good side," she said, followed by yet another sigh. "I guess it's because I don't feel pretty, or 'lovely' as you put it, when I'm dressed like this."

"So why did you think I did not do it for the same reasons you attribute to other men?" I pursued.

"Well, first you're already getting something from me," she grinned. "And second, I saw the way you looked at me, like it's me you are happy to see, not my boobs, or my ass, or anything else."

"Well, those things are all quite nice," I smirked, making a show of staring at her chest.

"Nice try, mister," she laughed. "But you can't fool me. You aren't here just because of my body."

"No - I am here for breakfast," I teased her. "I will be in our room later for your body."

The brunette shook her head and smiled. I grinned back at her and winked, which prompted her to snort, which led to her covering her mouth and looking around the restaurant, her cheeks tinged with red.

"I'm glad I wasn't drinking," she laughed.

"So am I," I agreed. "I can handle you wearing casual clothes, but snorting out coffee is a deal breaker."

This time, Jessika was able to cover her mouth and nose before she snorted. That did not stop her face from reddening more, however.

"I'm going to the lady's room," she announced when she could trust herself to not laugh or snort.

As the brunette walked past me, she trailed her fingers across my shoulder. I turned to look after her and found that even in jeans that were not skin tight, Jessika's rounded derriere looked incredibly alluring.

While my lover was in the bathroom, I waived over the waitress and paid the check. I was just standing up when Jessika came up from behind and linked her arm with mine.

"I'm ready to go for that walk on the beach now," she said brightly.

"Did you have a purse or anything?" I asked her as she started to pull me away from the table.

"Nope," she replied. "I didn't want to carry it. And I figured that if I wanted to buy anything, you'd get it for me and I'd work it off later."

I looked down at the woman on my arm, and when our eyes met, she batted her eyes at me. It was my term to snort and laugh, but luckily we were almost out the door.

As we walked out of the restaurant, I said, "Well, let's go shopping then."

***

A few hours later, Jessika and I were sitting on the beach, not saying much as we ate burritos we had bought from a food truck. We had gone shopping, but Jessika did not buy much - a pair of cheap sunglasses, as she had left hers in our room; a light-blue silk scarf that brought out the blue in her gray eyes; a magnet as a memento of our trip; and a candle that was supposed to smell like the ocean breeze. At one point, I had teased her that she was not buying enough to have to work it off later.

After I said that, Jessika had grinned at me, pulled me in close, and whispered, "I'm very grateful for the things you've bought me - you're definitely getting a blowjob tonight."

At that point, I had thought about suggesting we go back to the hotel and settle up sooner rather than later, but the truth was I was enjoying myself immensely just being with my brunette friend-with-benefits. When she had suggested getting lunch at the food truck and eating it on the beach, I had readily agreed.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Jessika asked after we had finished our lunch.

"It is," I agreed. "And it is all the better being here with a beautiful woman. We should come back this summer so I can see you here in a bikini."

"I've told you before that you don't have to flatter me, Mark Warner, since you're already getting what you want," Jessika teased. "And my bikini days ended twenty pounds ago."

"I know better than that," I laughed. "I have seen you naked."

"Naked is different than a bikini," the brunette replied. "A bikini emphasizes bits I don't want emphasized."

"I do not see that it is much different from being naked," I countered. "And people are still looking at your breasts and butt, right?"

"A bikini, or lingerie, draws the eyes different places," she informed me, and I realized from her tone that she was completely serious.

"Is that something you know from when you worked at the lingerie store?" I asked.

"Actually, no," Jessika snickered, breaking her serious mood. "At a club where I worked. The owner, who called himself a 'connoisseur of the shape of femininity', instilled it in the dancers there. He showed us how a man's eyes would eventually be drawn to hips and/or belly, even if a lot of the breasts were exposed, if a dancer was wearing a bikini or just bra and panties. He said it was human nature to look at what was exposed that was not normally exposed. So, for a dancer in just a G-string, the audience's eyes would be drawn to boobs and ass. On a naked dancer, that would include pussy. But for a dancer in a bikini, the audience's eyes would be drawn to belly and hips, those things the bikini exposes and outlines."

"I guess that makes some sense," I admitted. "But you that still does not explain why you claim your bikini days are past you. I have seen your belly and hips."

"You have seen them when I am naked, or when I am on the way to being naked," Jessika pointed out with a shake of her head. "You have not seen them exposed for a long period of time without you having something else to look at or play with."

"I have also seen you in tight clothes..." I started to object.

"Tight clothes that emphasize what I want emphasized - my boobs and ass," Jessika interrupted. "It's a reason I wear things that show a lot of cleavage - it distracts from other parts of my torso. You've never seen me wear anything that includes my bare midriff, have you?"

"Well, no" I agreed. "But you wear tight tops."

"I wear tops that are tight on my boobs," she corrected me. "And jeans that are tight on my ass but do not cause my hips to look bulgy."

"What about when you were dancing," I asked, not curious. "Would you not have to wear a bikini or something like one, I mean when you were not topless?"

"Well, I was more than twenty pounds lighter, for one thing," Jessika explained. "And when I wore skimpy things, I always wore something that showed a lot of my boobs. I also wore skirts and loose, button-up tops that I could easily take off - guys could see my boobs even under the loose tops, and they anticipated what they would see rather than focusing on what they could see."

"Well, I understand what you are saying, but I would still love to see you in a bikini," I told her.

"Because you want what's inside of it," she laughed, giving me a (thankfully) light smack on my upper arm. "If you had not seen me naked before, you would think, 'look at that woman with big boobs - too bad she has a fat belly and bulgy thighs'."

"You do not have a fat belly or bulging thighs," I assured her.

"I keep telling you that you do not need to flatter me," Jessika said, smiling. "Especially with lies."

"I am not lying," I protested. "You have a fantastic body."

"And what about your little blonde?" Jessika asked. "She surely has a flat belly and slender thighs - do you tell her she's too thin, or do you tell her she has a 'fantastic body' too?"

"That is not fair, Jessika," I sighed. "And, will you even believe anything I say about this?"

Jessika looked at me, her mouth open, her eyes wide - she seemed surprised by my response. The brunette then closed her mouth and her eyes and shook her head.

"Sorry, Mark," she murmured. "I might be a little too sensitive about this."

"You have nothing to apologize for, Jessika," I told her. "But I want to assure you that I am serious - I find your body to be irresistible."

My curvaceous lover opened her eyes and fixed them on mine. Lifting her hand to my face, she ran her fingers along my face as she smiled at me.

"Let's go back to the hotel and take a nap," she suggested, but her smoldering gray eyes made it clear she was thinking of more than just a nap.

"Are you up to, um, a nap?" I asked.

"Actually, I meant a real nap," Jessika said. "But I was just thinking that I could work off the stuff you bought me before the nap."

***

When we reached our hotel room, Jessika slipped past me and shut the door before I could enter the room. I had the key, so I knew that I could just open it, but I figured the sexy brunette had something up her sleeve. Sure enough, just a short while later, my phone buzzed with a text.

"Knock on the door," her text read. "When I answer it, tell me you're from the hotel and you need to speak with me because my card was declined."

I smiled and shook my head as I knocked on the door.

"Just a minute," Jessika called.

"Hello, ma'am," I began as the door started to open, "I am from the hotel, and I need to talk to you about your credit..."

My voice trailed off as the opening door revealed more of what lay behind it. The brunette stood in the entry way wearing nothing but a blue bra and matching panties. After taking a long, hard look at the cleavage created by the bra, I noticed that my eyes were drawn to what was revealed more than what was hidden. However, I saw nothing about which my lover should be ashamed. Yes, she had a slight rounding to her lower belly, but nothing one would not see on a statute from classical times. And yes, she had a woman's curvy hips, but her thighs were toned and sleek, not bulging. And while I could not deny I was also attracted to Jessi's more slender (but still feminine) form, in that moment I realized that I found Jessika's body more to my liking.

"As, um, as, uh, I... I... was saying, um, ma'am" I stammered, "Your um, your card, uh, was... was... declined."

I tried to look the scantily clad woman in the eye, but I found I could not take my eyes from her body. Stepping toward me, Jessika took my hand and pulled me into the room, letting the door shut behind me.

"I don't need to play anymore, Mark," she told me, her eyes watery. "The way you looked at me just now is more than enough for me. I mean, we can play like that some other time. Right now, I just want to please the man who looked at me like... well, like no one else ever has."

"You are beautiful," I managed, my voice suddenly hoarse. "I know men have told you that before..."

"They have," she admitted, "and I have seen men - a lot of men when I was dancing - look at me with pure lust, but never like you just did."

"I do not, I mean, how was I, um...?" I started to ask.

"I don't think I can explain it, really," Jessika admitted with a shrug. "But I saw lust, sure, but more. Or maybe, not just for my body, but for me. I mean, all of me. Who I am, not just what I am."

Jessika's cheeks reddened and she gave me a small smile before shrugging again and telling me, "See - I told you I could not really explain it."

"I think I understand," I told me curvy lover as I stepped closer to her.

Putting my hands on her waist, I drew Jessika to me and kissed her. She put her arms around my neck and held on as we lost ourselves in that kiss. When we finally pulled our lips apart, Jessika smiled widely, her gray eyes sparkling.

"Come over here and sit on the bed," she said as she dropped her arms from my neck, grabbed one of my hands, and led me to the end of the bed.

The brunette put her hands on my shoulders and pushed down. I sat down on the bed, and as soon as I had done so, Jessika knelt in front of me. She looked up at me, an intense expression on her lovely face, as she rubbed her hands up and down my thighs. Then, without a word, she reached to my groin and began unbuttoning my fly.

Once she had my fly undone, the woman kneeling in front of me lost no time in pulling me rigid penis from my pants. Then, after planting a wet, noisy kiss on the tip of it, she wrapped her luscious, full lips around the head and slid them down the shaft in a deliciously slow movement.

Nearly forty minutes later, I held her head in place as my sexy fellatrix, semen running out of either side of her mouth, struggled to swallow as much as she could. Over that time span, she had brought me to the edge several times using nothing but her lips and tongue, her gorgeous and sultry eyes that never left mine, save for once, and her eagerness to please me.

The brunette had started out slow, licking and sucking gently and lovingly, before starting to increase her speed and suction. After about ten minutes of this, I was thinking that it had been one of the best oral sex experiences I had ever had and that I was ready to climax. Jessika had seemed to sense I was close, so she stopped sucking on me and just licked and kissed it all over until I calmed down.

Next, she had concentrated on quickly bobbing up and down on just the first couple of inches of my penis. It had been exquisite torture - a sensation so intense that I almost begged her to stop, and I barely kept myself from grabbing her hair and taking control. I limited myself to stroking her soft, curvy hair and giving her a nudge when it became too intense.

Again when I was just about to explode, my sexy fellatrix stopped to let me calm down, although this time she concentrated on kissing my thighs and abdomen rather than my penis itself. My breathing, which had grown quite rapid, started to return to normal as I moved back from the edge.

Jessika must have noticed this, because she started to kiss and lick my erection again. However, she did this only for a few seconds before she dove down my shaft a couple inches, clamped her stretched lips around me, and sucked as hard as anyone had ever done, hollowing out her cheeks enough that her whole face took on a stretched taught look.

As the brunette applied intense suction to my rigid manhood, she began to shake her head vigorously. The sensations were like nothing I had ever felt before. Even though her lips remained in the same spot on my penis, the motion of her head provided plenty of stimulation, albeit of a less intense variety than her prior technique. That did not keep me from relatively quickly approaching the edge, however, and I had just started to grunt, signaling an impending orgasm, when my curvaceous lover pulled her lips from me and smiled up at me.

"Let's try one more thing," Jessika teased me, winking.

I groaned in frustration, but in almost no times I was groaning for a different reason. My sexy lover quickly took as much of my shaft in as she could, gagging as it hit the back of her throat. Then, her hands firmly grasping my thighs, Jessika began to quickly and forcefully drive her own face forward on my erection, gagging each time it reached the back of her mouth.

"Fuck," I moaned as I watched her impale herself over and over, her eyes focused on mine and shining with determination.

I could not believe the sensations her actions sent through my penis, nor the incredible mental arousal those actions were also causing. This was, I quickly concluded, a fitting final act of the exquisitely unselfish fellatio session my lover was giving to me. Once again, I felt the urge to take matters into my own hands and pump my manhood in and out of her mouth, but as before, I was able to constrain myself to running my fingers through her now damp hair.

My breathing had grown ragged by this point, and I wanted nothing more than to climax in Jessika's talented mouth. However, Jessika had one final trick she wanted to try - she had taken me in to her gagging point again, but instead of pulling back, as she had done every time before, she took a tighter hold on my thighs and tried to push her lusciously plump lips further down my shaft. The brunette struggled with this for several seconds, and it was obvious she was trying to make herself take me down her throat.