A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 28

"Shit," I said, running my hands through my hair. "What about your phone?"

"In my purse, of course."

"Well, I have the panties you left when we made the video. And you can wear a pair of my sweats and a shirt."

"To work? I can't do that. What the fuck am I going to do? We could break a window so I can get in the car..."

"We can go to the big store down the street and buy you clothes. It's open 24 hours."

Jessika looked at me for a few seconds, then she was in my arms kissing me.

After we parted, I grabbed dark blue sweats and a gray sweatshirt for Jessika, as well as the panties. She tossed the black lace panties onto the bed, then pulled on the sweatpants and shirt.

"Those are yours, Mark," she grinned. "We can get new ones for me. Now, get me a pair of your shoes. I can't wear my boots with sweats. And we need to hurry."

A little more than half an hour later, I was buying the clothes Jessika had picked out: a pair of blue jeans, a dark green polo shirt, a white sports bra, a white pair of panties, and white socks. I also paid for a brush, a can of styling mousse, makeup, deodorant, and toothbrush and toothpaste, all of which Jessika had taken to the bathroom minutes before.

"I have your clothes," I called into the store restroom once everything had been paid for.

"Come in-no one else is in here."

Looking around first, I slipped into the women's room. Inside, I found my thirty-one-year-old lover standing naked, save for the old pair of my tennis shoes she was wearing, in front of the mirror applying makeup. Her long, chocolate brown hair hung in loose curls. The sight was both surprising and lovely.

"Give me the bra, panties, and socks," she said, kicking my shoes off. "And take the tags off the top and jeans, please."

As I removed the tags, Jessika did the same for her underwear then pulled it on, followed by her socks. Next, she took the jeans from me and slid into them. They were not as tight as some of her jeans, but they fit her well, hugging her hips and backside in a way that made me wish I could peel them off her.

"Can you help me with the top?" the brunette asked, pulling my thoughts back to what we were doing. "I don't want to mess up my makeup."

I stepped over to Jessika, and while she slipped her arms into the sleeves, I held the neck open far enough it did not touch her face.

"Thanks, Mark," she said once the shirt was on. "Normally I would dress first before putting on makeup, but beggars can't be choosers, you know. Now don't just stand there. We've got to go."

On the fifteen-minute drive to the spa where she worked, Jessika pulled on her boots, touched up her makeup, and brushed out her curlier than normal hair. By the time we had parked, I would not have known that she was wearing all new clothes and had gotten ready first in a store bathroom and then in a car. She looked gorgeous, and I told her so.

"Flattery is not necessary, Mark," Jessika told me, kissing me before exiting my car. "You're going to be well rewarded tonight after you pick me up. Promise."

And with that, Jessika was gone.

***

After returning home and showering, I made it to campus just in time for my Monday morning class. Once the class was over, I texted Jessika and told her I really was amazed at what she had been able to do. It was only after I sent the text that I remembered her phone was locked in her car with her purse and her clothes. I thought about looking up the number for the spa, but before I could do so my phone rang.

"You done with class, Mark?" Jessika asked after we had said our hellos.

"Yes, a few minutes ago. I just texted you, not thinking about you not having your phone."

"Yeah, I was looking for it so I could text you. Big 'duh' for both of us, I guess."

"Did you get in any trouble for being late?"

"Nah, but my boss was pissed I was not wearing the required button-up top with the spa logo. She gave me a loaner to wear, but it's a size smaller than mine. It looks like my boobs are about to burst the buttons. I'll send you a pic. Shit, I can't. No phone. I hate this."

"Maybe you can wear the top when I pick you tonight," I suggested.

"Yeah, about that. Can you get me a 4:00? I am getting off early so I can meet a locksmith at your place."

"That will work fine, Jessika. I could get you earlier if you want."

"Nah, I need to stay as late as I can. And thanks again, Mark. Oh, and be thinking about what you want as your reward. I mean, I have an idea, but I don't want to just assume."

"I don't need a reward, Squeaker," I told her. "Just having you in my life is more amazing than anything I ever expected..."

"I've got to go, Mark," Jessika said, her voice rushed. "See you at 4:00."

***

When I pulled up at the spa, Jessika was waiting outside for me. As she hurried to my car, I could not help but stare at her chest. She had not been exaggerating on the phone-even with the top three buttons of the shirt undone, revealing an impressive amount of cleavage, the brunette's enhanced breasts were straining against the constriction of her top.

"It was worse when it was buttoned up more," she told me, obviously knowing where my eyes had been drawn. "I tried to tell the manager I thought the cleavage was better than being able to see my bra through the gaps where the buttons were barely holding things together, but she disagreed."

"You look amazing," I told her. "That's what I tried to text you earlier-how amazed I was that you were able to look like you had planned everything out, even your clothes, rather than just having to throw it all together at the store."

"I told you that you did not have to flatter me to get your reward, Mr. Warner," Jessika laughed, her hand on my thigh. "In fact, I would give it to you now, or at least part of it, if we did not need to meet the locksmith."

"You mean while I'm driving?" I asked, my mind flashing back to the trip up to the mountain cabin with Jessi, my other lover. The twenty-year-old blonde had given me an incredible blowjob while I was driving.

"Sure," the brunette shrugged, squeezing my thigh. "I haven't done that in years, although as you will probably recall, I sucked you off in this car before."

"Yeah, I vaguely remember something like that," I teased her, putting my hand on hers for a moment.

"You better remember it more than 'vaguely', Mark," Jessika snapped, but the smile on her lips and in her gray eyes belied her tone.

"Everything we have ever done together is seared into my memory in vivid detail, Jessika," I assured her, my own tone heavier with emotion than I had intended.

"Well, good then," she replied, but although her hand remained on my thigh, she looked out the window and did not speak again until we had reached my house.

***

"I've got my phone back!" the brunette texted me moments before bursting through my front door, purse and duffle bag slung over her arm."

"And it would have been done ten minutes ago, maybe fifteen, if the locksmith had been able to keep his eyes on what he was doing," she said as she set her stuff down. "I wish I had had time to change my top before he got here."

"I told you I could have been out there with him while you changed," I reminded her.

"It wasn't your problem to deal with. And I'm used to that stuff anyway. It happens all the time."

"That almost sounds like bragging, Jessika," I laughed, pulling her to me for a kiss.

"Maybe a little," she admitted. "But you like it too."

"Your chest? Yes, it is incredible," I agreed.

"No, guys looking and being jealous of you for being with me."

"Wow. That's beyond bragging, Squeaker."

"But true. Of course, it happens the other way as well. Other women are jealous that I have you."

"That doesn't happen," I scoffed, shaking my head.

"Oh, it does. Trust me. Makes me want you even more. And you can't say the same isn't true for you, can you?"

"I feel very lucky to be with someone others desire," I said.

"You mean, it gets you hot to know other guys stare at my boobs and you, not them, get to see and play with them."

"It's not just your breasts."

"I know it's not just my boobs for you. But that's what the other guys are jealous about."

"You don't give yourself enough credit for how beautiful you are, Jessika. All of you."

The smile slipped from the brunette's face as she stared at me, eyes shimmering.

"Fuck, Mark. I told you that flattery was not necessary for your reward."

"No flattery, Jessika."

Eyes locked, we held each other's gaze for several seconds, much like with one of Jessi's stares, but it never became uncomfortable.

"Have you decided what you want for your reward?" Jessika finally asked, her voice wavering.

"I told you already-having you in my life is...'

"Please don't, Mark. Let me do this my way. Please."

This time, our mutual staring led to some discomfort, at least for me, and I am guessing for Jessika. Part of me knew this was the right time to pursue telling Jessika what I felt for her, that she meant more to me than just a friend-with-benefits. That part also wanted to believe that the brunette would respond in kind when I did so. But a louder, more convincing part of me knew she would not.

"How about you strip for me then give me a blowjob," I proposed, breaking the increasingly tense silence between us.

"Yes, to the striptease," Jessika laughed, the tension obviously flowing from her body. "But just a blowjob is not enough for what you did. You deserve some lengthy cock worshipping, Mr. Warner. Now, sit down there and wait for me."

I sat on my couch, which is where she had pointed. Jessika grinned, grabbed her duffle bag, and hurried to my room. I watched her leave, appreciating the way her swaying hips made her shapely behind shake underneath her new jeans.

***

About forty minutes later, Jessika's voice-sultry and seductive-came from my bedroom, telling me to shut off the TV, which I had turned on while waiting for her, and to close my eyes. I did as she asked, my hands trembling in anticipation.

"You can open them now, Mark," Jessika told me a few minutes later.

I opened my eyes to the sexiest sight I had ever seen in my house, and maybe the most sensual I had ever seen. My curvy brunette lover stood a few feet away from me, her dark hair falling long and straight, framing her lovely face. Blue eyeshadow brought out the same color in her normally gray eyes, and dark red lipstick emphasized her full, soft lips. The rest of Jessika makeup was more subtle, but it wonderfully emphasized her already gorgeous features.

For the first few seconds, I was lost in her face. Then my eyes took in the rest of her. Other than the white socks I had bought her earlier, the only other thing she appeared to be wearing was one of my dress shirts, this one a red almost as dark as her lipstick. It was not a shirt I wore much, but it looked fantastic on Jessika, especially the way the material clung to the swell of her bosom and her protruding nipples. The overall result of her choices was a combination of sexuality and innocence that was intoxicating in its allure.

"I know you wanted a striptease, Mark, but I decided to go a different way with that than you probably expected. I hope you don't mind," my lover informed me before starting to chew on the corner of her bottom lip.

"You look more beautiful than I could have even imagined," I managed to get out past my suddenly dry lips. "And hot. Incredibly fucking hot. The hottest woman in the world."

Jessika's eyes widened and her lips parted, as if she was about to speak. But nothing came out. Instead, without looking away from me, she started to fumble at the buttons of the red shirt. However, I could see she was having trouble with the first one-it appeared her fingers were trembling.

"Just a second, Jessika," I told her, getting up. "Let's set the mood a bit more."

I hurried to the kitchen and took out several candles and a lighter. I then put them on the coffee table the end tables in my living room and lit them. After that, I turned off all the lights except a kitchen light. One effect was that while I had enough light from the candles and the glow from the kitchen to see Jessika, the rest of the room was dark. The other was that the time it took to set up the candles and light them had given Jessika the chance to gather herself.

"Such a romantic, Mr. Warner," she purred, smiling at me as she easily, but slowly, unbuttoned my shirt she was wearing.

"You always look so much better in my shirts than I do," I told her as she undid the bottom button, allowing the shirt to fall open enough I could see the sides of her breasts as well as the simple white panties she was wearing.

Jessika flashed me a grin, then walked slowly toward me, putting that trademark sway of hers into her hips. When she stopped in front of me, I pushed the shirt back and took her breasts in my hand, palming her nipples as I sunk my fingers into the softness of her flesh until I felt the relative hardness of the implants underneath.

"Do you want it on our off," my lover asked me as she ran her hands through my hair. "The shirt."

"On, please," I replied, pulling lightly on both her nipples. "All of it."

"Even the socks," she snickered in a way that caused my already almost fully erect penis to twitch.

"Yes, even the socks," I groaned, grabbing her hair and pulling her lips to mine.

"I assume you want me on my knees," she murmured a moment later.

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak at that moment. Jessika chewed on one corner of her bottom lip, then settled onto her knees, eager gray eyes not wavering from my gaze.

"Stay like that for a moment," I told her, my voice cracking. "I'll be right back."

The brunette, her puzzlement written on her lovely face, sat back on her heels and watched me stand up. I bent down and kissed the top of her head, then hurried to my bedroom. As quickly as I could, I rummaged in my dresser until I found the black and white leopard print collar and cuffs I had bought for Jessika. Taking the collar and one pair of cuffs, I returned to the living room. I could feel Jessika's eyes on my hands.

"Is that a collar?" the brunette asked, an intense but unreadable glint in her eyes.

"Yes, and wrist cuffs," I replied. "I bought them for your fantasy of being ravished. I thought we could use them now, if that is okay with you, of course."

The brunette's expression was still unreadable, so I was a little surprised when she finally nodded. I told her to scoot back a couple feet, then with shaking hands, I put the collar around her neck, positioning it so that there was a plastic D-ring in the back, one on each side, and the velcro enclosure in the front. I had to open and close it a couple of times, not only to make sure it was not too tight, but because my curvy lover was trembling as much as my hands were.

"Put out your arms in front of you," I told Jessika, and when she did so, I placed a cuff on each of her wrists and used the velcro to close them so they were tight enough it would be hard to slip out of them but not so tight as to be uncomfortable.

Noticing her eyes on the plastic clips hanging from rings on the cuffs, I said, "Those can be used to link the cuffs together or attach them to something, like the collar. Or the restraint system I put under my bed. There are ankle cuffs that can be used with that as well."

Jessika nodded, then swallowed. A moment later, she ran her tongue over her lips. I wondered if her mouth was as dry as mine, and I offered to get her a bottle of water. My lover nodded but did not speak. I hastened to the kitchen and returned with two bottles, unscrewing the cap from each.

I handed one to Jessika and she started to raise it to her visibly trembling lips, but then her eyes seemed to catch the dangling clip on her right cuff. She looked up at me, then moved her hands behind her head.

I put the bottle down and leaned forward. Sweeping her long hair aside to give me access to the D-ring at the back of her neck, I clipped first one, then the other cuff to it. As the second clip snapped on to the ring, I heard a small whimper from the kneeling woman and felt a shiver run through her already quaking form. I straightened up and looked down at her face.

"Are you okay?" I asked her, still not sure what to make of what I saw on her face and in her eyes.

"Yes," she breathed, her trembling increasing. "More than okay."

I glanced from her face to her flushed chest and then to her tightly clamped thighs. A sudden, unexpected thought struck me.

"Are you coming?" I asked, but the brunette shook her head. "Are you close?"

Jessika's face reddened, and she dropped her eyes before nodding.

"Very close?" I pushed, and she gave another nod. "Do you want me to make you come first?"

The brunette's gray eyes snapped up to mine, and she shook her head even as a raspy "no" made its way past her lips.

Realizing she had never had any water, I picked up the bottle and held it to her lips. Jessika smiled at me, then drank the water as I tipped it into her mouth.

"Do you want more I asked?" after she had sputtered a little.

"Yes," she replied, her voice a little less strained.

I repeated the process twice more, and she thanked me after her third drink.

"Is this still all okay?" I asked her after taking a couple of swallows of water myself. Jessi and I had done many things more extreme than this, but something about Jessika on her keens and collared, her hands shackled behind her head as I gave her water, was erotic beyond almost anything else I had ever done. I wondered if that was because of how nervous-and excited-she was.

"Oh, it is still by far better than okay, Mark," she told me, and even though she was still trembling a little, I had no problem interpreting the lust in her eyes. "And far better than I ever imagined. And we've not really started yet, have we?"

"Not really," I agree. "I want to make sure you are okay to go forward."

"I assume cock worship is what you are wanting still," Jessika said, licking her lips again afterward.

"To start."

Another shiver made its way through her kneeling form, but it did not reignite her more pronounced shaking from before.

"I'm not sure that fulfilling my fantasy is a fitting reward for what you did," Jessika told me.

"This is my fantasy, not yours, slut," I barked, stepping in front of her and pulling my pants and underwear down so that my erection bounced free. "And you will call me sir when you talk to me."

"Not 'Master', um, Sir?" my lover asked as I grabbed her hair and brought her lips toward the tip of my shaft.

"Not yet. Now, spread your knees. Wider."

"Like this, Sir?"

"Better. Now shut the fuck up and suck my cock."

"Yes, Sir," the brunette breathed before she wrapped her lips around the head of my shaft, her tongue moving against my sensitive flesh.

***

More than forty minutes after she had started, I erupted into Jessika's eager mouth. Over the course of that time, she had done everything but take me all the way down her throat, and she had attempted to do that with more determination than ever before, especially after I ordered her to try. However, her attempts only led to gagging and watering eyes, which caused her makeup to run down her face. Toward the end, I simply told her to gag herself on me, which she readily did.

"Was that everything Sir desired?" she asked after she had swallowed, her voice hoarse.

"God, yes," I assured her, running my fingers on her cheek and then across her lips. Without hesitation, Jessika sucked two fingers into her mouth.

Pulling my fingers from her lips, I crouched in front of her, meeting her gaze at eye level. Grabbing a fistful of hair with my left hand, I pulled her to me for a deep kiss. While my tongue probed her mouth, I slipped both the saliva coated fingers of my right hand into her panties. As it turned out, I did not need any additional lubrication-my digits easily sunk into her sopping wet pussy.