Jessica and I had scheduled a love-making session at our secret apartment after work. We are both very busy business people, so this extra-marital affair that we were conducting took planning.
Shortly after five, I heard Jessica having some trouble with the lock of our hideaway apartment. When she finally did manage to get through the door, she stomped in, livid. "The bastards fired me," she yelled.
I smiled. I felt bad for her, but I also loved the fact that Jessica was beautiful when she was angry. Her face was electric, her chin-length blond hair was shining, her green cat eyes glowing, her long slender nose was taut with flared nostrils, her soft clear skin was lit up with a certain fire and tenseness behind the facial muscles.
She took off her blazer and threw it onto the sofa. She stomped around in her high-heel pumps, her body wriggling in her tight skirt.
"Of all the treachery and back stabbing,"
she screamed as she
kicked off her shoes.
I tried to console her, telling her that she was now free to follow up on other offers and that her career was far from over at the age of 28. But Jessica would have none of that.
"
Oh, why don't you just shut the hell up and fuck me!
" she snarled.
In the bedroom, I disrobed and climbed into bed. Jessica clawed off her skirt, hose, and blouse. She was still angry, but somewhat more vulnerable clothed in just a matching cream-colored bra and panty set. She took the bra and panties off and walked toward me, displaying her natural-blond beaver. Jessica was still so annoyed that her face was red and hotβmatching her nipples.