After my second encounter with Jessica I was itching for more. Just thinking about our two encounters, combined with the violet G-string she left behind had me jerking off like a horny 15 year old.
They were lacy, but soft, and they were absolutely tiny, size extra small. Their lack of size made them entirely more hot and sexy to me. The contrast between her tiny frame (aside from her chest) and tiny little ass with my 6'4" large frame was highly erotic to me.
Jessica summed it up best while we were chatting one day, "I feel like you can wrap your arms around me and crush me if you felt like it. It's hot."
We went back to our routine of chit-chatting at work. I found myself always wondering what she was wearing underneath and subsequently visualize her bald small lipped pussy. I'd get a hint of a thong or a glimpse of a silky bra, but mostly Jessica would talk to me about normal stuff like TV shows and pissed off clients.
Either way I had to concentrate very hard on losing my erection when lunch was over or I'd have been in for a very embarrassing walk down the hall. It had been about two weeks since our last encounter because Jessica, "had been busy." But, one weeknight I was out watering some plants in the early evening when my cell phone rang.
I answered like a way to eager teenage girl, "Hiiii."
Jessica responded simply, "I just got my hair and nails done and I bought some new pretties for you. I'll be over."
She hung up. I didn't know for sure yet that "pretties" was her word for lingerie, but I was hopeful. My cock sprung up in my shorts immediately and I shook with delight. I cleaned up outside, jumped in the shower and threw on a fresh pair of shorts and a blue t-shirt.
I tried to sit calmly watching TV waiting for Jessica to arrive, but I was nearly shaking with delight. My cock was rock hard, fully extended 7 inches long, 6 around and ready for Jessica's warmth and wetness.
Finally, the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, Jessica was in something I thought I would only see in movies; a trench coat. My eyes lit up.
She smiled, eye balled me and said, "Hey baby... that shirt brings out your pretty blue eyes, and judging from that bulge in your shorts you're DTF."
I showed my age a bit by not knowing that abbreviation.
"DTF?" I asked her.
"Down To Fuck sweetie... Down... To... Fuck," she said.
Her words made my heart race. She stepped inside.
I looked at her freshly styled hair and pretty red fingernails and said, "You look fantastic sweetie. Sexy as hell."
She smiled back at me, seeing that the complement was genuine in my eyes.
"Wanna see what's under here?" Jessica asked.
I nodded and said, "Yes, definitely."
She rubbed her right hand over my pants, "Can he handle it?"
I kissed her deeply, tonguing her mouth gently. "He's ready, baby. I promise."
She untied the belt of the coat and dropped it to the floor. She stepped back away from me so that I could see her. She was wearing a sexy, tiny, red v-string with a black bow on the waist. My eyes gazed upward over her soft, flat tummy and to her fully exposed breasts. I wondered if she could tell that I felt like my whole body was vibrating from the rush of adrenaline I was getting. Her big, beautiful chest was ripe for the touching and her nipples were perfectly rock hard.
