A Knockout

I'm not sure what caused me to have this particular fantasy over and over, but my guess is that the way Jessica led me to her station along with her super sexy smile had something to do with it. Whatever the cause, this recurring fantasy proved to be exceptionally stimulating, so much so that I had a hard time sleeping that night.

The next morning I arrived at the airport for my trip on maybe two hours of sleep. It was a struggle to stay awake as I made my way through the airport and onto the plane. Exhausted, I fell asleep right after takeoff and of course started dreaming about Jessica.

My dream was just getting to the good part when I was jarred back to reality by the pilot's announcement that we were on approach to our destination. As I awoke I caught the woman seated next to me glancing at my crotch. At that point I realized that I had an erection. I wondered how long the bulge in my pants had been there, and what this woman was thinking.

My trip lasted for the rest of the week and I didn't get back home until late Friday night. The whole time I was gone I was thinking how nice it would have been to have Jessica's number. Jessica didn't work on the weekend, so the Monday after I got back from my trip I went to Knockouts to talk to Jessica, but I was told she wasn't there. I asked when she would be in and was told she had been temporarily reassigned to a Knockouts in Texas for training.

Texas? What the fuck? What kind of haircutting place sends stylists to another state for training? This had to be a lie. All I could imagine was that the owner moved Jessica to another store because he found out about her flirting with me the other day. Even if it wasn't a lie it was just my luck, and it was all bad.

Then as I walked out it struck me that what I was seeing as bad luck wasn't really all that bad. I don't usually believe in things like Karma, but in this case it seemed that my Karma was actually trying to protect me. After all, messing around with a girl of Jessica's age could only lead to trouble.

A couple of weeks passed and my Jessica fantasies finally subsided. I decided that Jessica couldn't have really been all that interested in me. After all she had my phone number in the Knockouts computer system. She could have looked it up and called me. At that point my best guess was that Jessica just got a huge kick out of making old guys squirm, and I had been her latest victim.

...This should have been the end of the Jessica thing, but I haven't gotten to the part of how I got banned yet.

Now fast forward a couple more months. This time I wasn't getting a haircut. I was on my way from the gym back to my office to get a proposal ready and I decided to grab some dinner at this place called Noodles. Noodles is one of those crossover fast food places where you order at the counter, then go sit in the dining area and the wait staff brings your order to you.

My plan was to get some quick takeout and eat while I worked. It was dinner time and the line was pretty long. This wasn't going to as fast as I wanted, but I was famished, so I decided to go ahead and deal with the dinner rush.

Just after I got in line someone tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Hey you." I thought maybe I had inadvertently cut in line or something. So I glanced over my shoulder. All I saw was a group of teen age girls behind me talking amongst themselves, so I looked over my other shoulder. Apparently it was one of these young girls that had tapped on my shoulder and she thought I should have recognized her. The next thing I heard was, "Don't you recognize me? I cut your hair... Remember?"

I couldn't believe it. I hadn't recognized Jessica standing among her younger friends. In my defense I had only glanced at the girls for a moment and in the noise of the restaurant I didn't recognized Jessica's voice.

After Jessica told me she had been the one that tapped me on the shoulder I turned around and faced the girls. I noticed right away that Jessica was wearing her hair different and didn't have her glasses on. This gave me a chance to save face. I started firing off comments about the things I noticed that were different.

"You look so different without your glasses... Did you get contacts?"

"And you changed your hair... It's shorter now."

"Wow, you look great."

I knew I had hit my mark with that last comment as Jessica flashed that incredible smile. Apparently I was out of trouble for not immediately recognizing her.

Like I said it was dinner time and the line was pretty long, and Jessica stood next to me the whole time ignoring her friends and talking to me. This time she was just being friendly instead of flirty. It was nice. I actually much preferred the friendly Jessica to the overtly flirty Jessica. We just stood and talked as the like slowly inched toward the counter.

I really can't remember most of what we talked about, but I do remember asking her about work. I was fishing for an answer as to whether to not she had gotten busted for her behavior with me during my last appointment. She said that chose to do what they called advanced training in Texas and she stayed and worked there for a few weeks so she could visit relatives that lived nearby. It seems the gal I talked to the day I went to Knockouts looking for Jessica after my trip was telling the truth.

When we got to the front of the line I went to one ordering station and Jessica and her friends went to the other. I finished ordering first and went to sit in the takeout area. Soon afterwards Jessica and her friends went to find a table. I kind of expected Jessica to stop and say goodbye or something, but she just smiled at me as they passed by. I was kind of irked, but I had to give Jessica a pass as her friends probably had her attention at the time.

Moments later, I heard someone making odd noises at the soda fountain. I glanced over and there was Jessica, looking to make sure I was watching her. Then she stood at the fountain slowly rocking her ass side to side as she filled her soda. When her cup was full, she turned and again stuck out her tongue like she had candy again, before disappearing behind the half wall that divided takeout from the dining area. Man did she ever like to taunt older guys.

I was looking towards the soda machine watching people go by, and hoping like hell Jessica would come back for more soda before I had to go when I felt someone sit down close to me. I turned my head from right to left to see if I needed to make more room on the bench or something. Sure enough, it was Jessica that had sat next to me.

I wasn't entirely sure how she got there without me seeing her. She must have gone out through the patio and came back through the front door. The path she took to get there didn't really matter though. What mattered was she was sitting next to me, with our legs touching, and her hand on my thigh. She smiled at me with her sexy smile for a moment then invited me to join her and her friends at their table.

I really wanted to stay and hang out with Jessica, but I didn't exactly want to go through the awkwardness of intruding on her young friends. I also had a proposal that was due first thing in the morning that wasn't finished. I had to tell Jessica that I was still working and didn't have time to stay. Then I added that I would really like to see her again.

She lit up, smiling that incredible smile as she ripped the phone from my hand to give me her number. She even snapped a quick photo of herself and added it to her newly created place in my contacts list. Later, I noticed that when she took that photo she had coyly held open the front of her sun dress to show more of her tits. My god she was proud of those things.

That evening after I finished my proposal I called Jessica and we talked for bit. The next day was a Friday and I was pleased that she was free to go on a date. Jessica told me she didn't care what we did, but I couldn't pick her up before 7:00. It seemed the date planning task was in my court.

I've never had a problem planning dates, but I had never dated anyone with this great of an age difference. I definitely didn't want to screw this up by doing some old guy thing, but I didn't want to do something that would make me miserable either. After some thought I decided we would do something my older dates seem to enjoy, and something I enjoyed when I was in my twenties.

The next evening I picked Jessica up just after 7:00 and we headed off to the first part of the date, which was dinner at this upscale French bistro that was recommended by a woman I met on Match. To this day I can't say much less spell the name of this restaurant, and that should have been a sign. Holy shit this place was snooty. I started thinking the reason the woman from Match liked this place is it told her how deep her next victim's pockets were.

Gladly I wasn't there with that woman, but I was worried that Jessica wouldn't fit in. I was surprised when she played the part of snooty patron almost perfectly. The only dent in her façade of sophistication was she couldn't stop giggling over not knowing which fork to use. Jessica even cleverly suggested that I order for the both of us, which on the surface seemed sophisticated, but my guess is she couldn't read the menu. I couldn't really blame her. Hell, reading the menu was even a stretch for me.

So I made our selections based on what little French I knew, and ordered a bottle of wine. At least the wine list was in English. Then I finished our order with this decadent dessert that the woman from Match claimed the place was most noted for. I must have faked my way through the order well enough as the waiter didn't roll his eyes, turn up his nose, or correct me on anything. Jessica seemed somewhat impressed too.

Snooty or not, the meal was outstanding. It turned out that it didn't really matter which fork Jessica used, she loved everything I had ordered, including the wine. She especially loved the desert. In fact her love of the desert was a mystery to no one. Everyone around us could hear Jessica as she made yummy noises with every bite. So much for acting sophisticated.

After our pretentious and uppity dinner we headed to the second part of the date, which was a comedy club. I know a guy that could get me VIP tickets for the front row.

...Okay, I know what you are thinking... "Yeah right, you know a guy. As if this story isn't hard enough to swallow in the first place... Now you know a guy?"

Let me explain. I have been in sales for twenty-eight years and in my line of work I've had to grease a lot of palms with event tickets. So yeah, I know a guy. And it was good that I did, because this show had been sold out for a couple of weeks.

When we got to the club my guy was waiting there and he gave us the VIP treatment. We were taken through the VIP entrance, skipping the waiting line for general seating, and were shown to our seats in the VIP area. There a waiter served us drinks while the rest of the crowd gathered behind us. I'd been giving away this clubs tickets for years and this was the first time I ever used a pair for myself. We were treated like royalty. No wonder my customers liked them so much. Jessica especially liked the VIP treatment.

The show was great and the comic couldn't have been funnier. I had seen this guy's act years ago and he had this routine he did about couples just fucking the shit out of each other that he called pig sex. The routine always included the comic making lots of hilarious pig squealing sounds while mimicking sexual positions. He didn't disappoint, and his pig sex routine was as funny as ever.

At one point during the pig sex routine he spent a good bit of time poking fun at Jessica by insinuating that she was a pig sex addict and that she made all sorts of funny noises during sex, which of course he was more than happy to replicate for the crowd. She was embarrassed, but Jessica also seemed to love the attention. Yeah, Jessica seemed to crave attention.

...Next up, a midnight trip to Knockouts. Things are about to get interesting.

After the comedy show Jessica asked me to drive her to Knockouts, holding up her key letting me know she could get in even though the store had closed several hour earlier. The whole way there all I could think of was Jessica taking me by the hand, leading to her station and sucking me off. You're probably thinking that we got caught on a video camera and that's how I got banned. Of course that never happened. That would be way too easy.

When we got to Knockouts, Jessica told me to wait in the car while she went in. She was only gone a minute or so and she came with her purse. She said she had accidentally left it there at work that day. It's a damn good thing no one decided to card her when we were ordering wine and drinks all evening. Around here no purse usually means no driver's license, and no license usually equals no alcohol.

After retrieving her handbag we drove back to her place and as expected she invited me in. As soon as the door closed behind us Jessica turned, kissed me, and smiled. That one kiss almost instantly turned into what I can only describe as making out like teenagers. I wanted her and she wanted me. Then without saying a word she took me by the hand, and just like she did leading me to her haircutting station, Jessica took me by the hand and led me upstairs to the bedroom.

Once in the room she wrapped her arms around my neck and started rubbing herself against me as we kissed. I was nibbling at her neck when she let out a sexy breath, then she whispered in my ear.

"I'm glad you decided to come in for a while. It would be a shame to let all the condoms in my little purse here go to waste."

Then she giggled as if she was amused that her plan to capture me had actually had worked. I didn't know if she had left her purse at Knockouts by mistake, or if she had left there on purpose thinking our date wouldn't have gotten this far. It didn't really matter either way. At that point I knew I was going to get laid.

After the condom comment we looked at each other for maybe two seconds, then we practically ripped each other's clothes off. I was quickly naked and the only thing she had left on was her panties. When I pulled her panties down I noticed a wet spot. Okay, it was way more than just a spot. The entire crotch was soaked. It looked to me like young Jessica had been ready for a while. Maybe even since the pig sex routine.

Now I know I shouldn't have done this, but Jessica had been teasing me for months and I couldn't resist teasing her back just a little bit. I held her panties on the end of my finger showing her that I noticed the wet spot and playfully commented on how fucking horny she was. Then I told her I was keeping her wet panties as a souvenir.

Jessica seemed kind of embarrassed about the wet spot, and quickly yanked them from the end of my finger tossing them into a dark corner of the room. Then she put my hands on her breasts hoping I would forget about the panties. It seemed like such a lame plan, but it worked.

Jessica's breasts were everything they were advertised to be. They were big, warm, soft and very, very sensitive. She had the biggest nipples I'd ever seen, and every time my hands would graze across them she would writhe and moan. I loved the feel of her warm breasts in my hands, and with all the panting and moaning she was doing it seemed like I could have made her come just playing with them.

Soon Jessica couldn't stop squirming. She pushed my hands off of her chest and grabbed a condom from that little purse. She couldn't seem to get the damn thing out of the wrapper fast enough. This girl wanted to be fucked... right now! When she finally got the rubber out and rolled onto my cock she laid back pulling me down on top of her. Then we passionately kissed and groped with our legs entangled like wrestlers, pelvises straining together, until I slipped into her wetness and we started fucking.

My god Jessica loved sex. We had been fucking for less than ten seconds she came. After that, it was on. I started fucking Jessica harder. Jessica fucked back just as hard, and she got noisy. With all of the loud grunting and moaning all I could think about was pig sex, so I squealed a little, and that made both of us start laughing.

So there we were. Rolling around all over the bed fucking the living shit out of each other and laughing. Every little bit between all the laughing, panting and moaning; Jessica would cry out "Oh my god", twist up handfuls of the bed sheets, and arch her back with a quick intense orgasm. It turns out that pig sex isn't just part of a comedy routine. Pig sex happens in real life and it is amazing. Amazing and fun. I've never had so much fun fucking in my entire life.

At some point our rowdy fucking must have caused the bed sheets to come loose, because the next time Jessica grabbed handfuls of the sheets and came, we slid right off the bed sheets and all. This just made us both laugh even harder, and as we laid on the floor laughing I felt oddly proud of myself. It seemed that I was turning this much younger woman on so much that everything I did made her come. Hell, she even came while we were falling off of the bed.

After we rested on the floor a while, and the laughter finally subsided, Jessica climbed back up onto the bed and flopped onto her back. Of course I followed right behind her. As I moved up to join her I gave her pussy a sensual little kiss. She gasped and slightly pulled away. Then I felt her fingers run through my hair. I kissed her pussy again. She gasped and her grip on my head tightened.

Jessica wasn't laughing anymore. Instead she was moaning like crazy as I gently caressed her pussy with my lips and tongue. When my sucking and licking found its way to her clit she actually grabbed me by the hair and kept me from moving away. I started sucking her clit and slid my fingers inside her. When I touched that magic soft spot inside her pussy, she came so fucking hard I thought she was going to explode.

This wasn't a quick little orgasm like the others. This one was huge and I had to hold her down to keep her from flying off of the bed again. When she was finally done coming, I climbed up on the bed beside her and watched her chest heave as she twitched from orgasmic aftershocks.

When she finally recovered Jessica rolled onto her side, facing me, and started outlining the features of my face with her finger, and looking at me with an odd expression. I was fully expecting her to make a comment about how intense her orgasm was, but what came out of her mouth was something completely different.

"Don't you like me? Don't you think I'm pretty?"

I could hardly believe what she was asking. How could she not know how damn pretty she was?

"Oh my god Jessica you are more than pretty. You so sexy and beautiful I can hardly believe I am here with you."

Then she made puppy dog eyes and said, "Why won't you come for me?" and a little pout formed on her lips.

At that point I realized just how hard she had been trying to make me come. My first thought was to tell her that if she could have fucked for longer than forty-five seconds without stopping to have an orgasm I might have gotten off, but I've been around long enough to know better than to say something like that. So I did what any real man would do and blamed it on the condom. I lied and told her that I had never been able to get off wearing one of those things.

Well something I had said about the condom must have hit a chord with Jessica because she started smiling. In fact her look became so deviously nasty that I'll never forget it. Then she put her lips close to my ear and in a low sexy whisper asked, "Do you want to be the first guy ever to come in my mouth?"