Around one in the afternoon I got up out of bed. Starting my normal routine I made eggs and toast wearing only a thong. When sleeping I prefer to wear as little as possible. Next I took a long hot shower. Going back to my room I masturbated for ten minutes before finally getting dressed.
I lived in a small one bedroom apartment in a good neighborhood. On my salary I could afford just about any place I wanted. Most of all I liked that my building was quiet. Ninety percent of the tenants were over fifty years old.
By two thirty I was out the door to start the day. What was left of it at least. Tonight I only had half a shift to cover so work didn't start until ten. Less than a mile from my building is a fancy coffee shoppe. To squeeze in some excercise I decided to walk there. As a stripper I can't stress how much fitness is important, even more so than choreography.
For this morning I had put a simple outfit together. Skin tight jeans coupled with a red open neck shirt. Thankfully I chose tennis shoes instead of heels for the walk. My cinnamon brown hair hung loose behind my shoulders. No matter where I was or doing I strutted when I walked. This helped me from getting lazy at work.
Arriving at the coffee shoppe I stopped just inside the entrance. The had a mocha color theme to everything. Large windows shed natural light on the dark wood tables. A heavy smell of flavoured coffee and wood hung in the air. The baristas bounced around joyfully as if brainwashed by a caffinated madman. Customers were scarce save for a couple old men and a mother with her daughter.
Stepping up to the register I ordered a large coffee with a bagel. After paying the bright girl working the counter I went to the condiment station where the mom stood.
"Excuse me," I said as lightly as I could.
"Oh I'm sorry," the woman stepped aside to give me more room at the station.
Our eyes met for a moment. Immediately I knew there was a spark. Out of the corner of my eye I watched her while pouring creamer into my coffee. She brushed her long blonde hair behind one ear sneaking a glance at me. Her appearence suggested late twenties or early thirties. Like me she wore tight jeans but with a long sleeve light sweater. The neck hung open exposing a good amount of cleavage.
"What kind of coffee did you get?" she asked.
"Hazelnut, it's my fav. How about you?" I quickly looked her body over. For a mom she was in shape. Her body had a perfect hourglass figure.
"Just a regular coffee," she answered. Her blonde daughter tugged at her hand, "Come on Britney, let's find a seat. See you around."
"See ya," I waved her good-bye. I thought it was an odd conversation that felt forced. Both of them were cute. Her daughter had blonde hair like her mother.
They took a booth next to a window. I decided to sit at a single table just back to the right of them. The mom had her back to me while the daughter sat facing me. Over the course of eating my bagel I noticed the mom occasionally glancing back at me. Several times this happened and each time I returned a friendly smile. Being a stripper I wasn't very shy. I had some insecurities but I'm not afraid to talk to people. At last I grabbed my stuff moving over to their booth.
"Mind if I sit with you?" I asked setting my coffee down knowing I wouldn't be refused.
"Sure, yeah," the mom scooted over, "Didn't mean to stare at you like that."
"Forget about it," I said touching her arm, "What's your name?"
"Jessica," she answered with a blush, "And you?"
"Ashley"
"I'm Bethany," said her daughter eating a muffin.
"Nice to meet you," I smiled, "Cute girl."
"Thank you," said Jessica on behalf of her daughter.
"I'm turning eight next month,"
"Wow, that's pretty cool," I said with the extra emphasis people use towards kids.
"My mom thinks you're beautiful," Bethany said as though talking about the weather forcast.
"Bethany!" Jessica said in surprise.
"Oh really?" I said looking at Jessica, "I think you're mom is really beautiful too."
Jessica's face turned red. Barely able to look me in the eye she said, "I don't know what to say."
"So what are you girls up to today?"
"My mom took me to the mall to get a dress and we're going home after this. Tomorrow we're going to a wedding," said Bethany excitedly.
"Oh yeah? Not you're wedding I hope," I said to Jessica.
"No, no. I'm divorced actually," said Jessica rubbing the spot on her finger where a ring used to sit.
"Sorry to hear that."
"Next weekend I'm spending with my daddy,"
"Bethany mind your manners," said Jessica.
"It's no problem. I like kids,"
"Do you have any?"
"No, I couldn't with my job,"
"What do you do?" asked Jessica sipping her coffee.
"I'm a dancer,"
"Like a balerina?" asked Bethany.
"Not quite," I blushed.
"Maybe you could show me a few moves," said Jessica bumping her shoulder into mine.
"I can do that if you like," I said. Making my attraction to her clear by openly looking down her cleavage. Her breasts seem to be full, firm, and about a C cup in size.
"How old are you?" asked Jessica smiling at my obvious glances at her chest.
"Nineteen,"
"So young, for me anyway," said Jessica taking another sip, "I was afraid you were going to be too young."
"I get that a lot," I said taking a bite of my cold bagel.
"I should've known since you said you were a dancer. You are a 'dancer' right?" asked Jessica.
"Yeah I'm that kind of dancer," I couldn't help but smile. Sometimes I forget some people get freaked out by the idea of being a stripper.
"What kind is it?" asked Bethany.
"I'll tell you when you're older," said Jessica finishing her coffee, "We should probably get going anyway."
"Alright, I'll let you out," I stood up watching Jessica get ready with Bethany. Like most moms would she paused to clean Bethany's face of crumbs. Turning back to me she asked, "Are you doing anything today?"
"Not until much later,"
"So are the next few hours free?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Just thought maybe you'd like to come by my house and uh..."
"Sounds like fun," I said with a wide grin.
I followed her out to her new four door Honda Civic. Bethany sat in the back behind her mom while I took the passenger seat. I had an electric feeling coursing though me. This had to be the fastest I ever picked up a strange woman. Not to mention she was beautiful and eager. During the ride over we kept exchanging quick glances and smiles. At one point I reached over playing with her hair causing goosebumps to form on her chest.
Fifteen minutes later we arrived in the driveway of their home. I was surprised at how big it was. A two story house with a decent sized lawn. A typical upper middle class three bedroom home. My attention turned right back to Jessica when she grabbed my inner thigh.
Unbuckling my seatbelt to gain more movement I leaned over kissing Jessica on the lips. She recieved me well immediately going for open mouth. Our tongue lightly grazed each other as our lips smacked loudly in the car. Boldly I grabbed her left breast squeezing it. Through her light sweater I was surprise to feel she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Can we go in now?" said Bethany kicking the back of the driver's seat. Aparently indifferent to what we were doing.
"Yeah honey," answered Jessica opening her door.
A moment later we were inside kicking off our shoes. I always hated when people made you do that. The house however is clean enough to justify it. We stood in what seemed like a lobby. All of the furniture in this room were obviously just for show. Beyond lay the real living room. To the left of us is a stair case overlooking the lobby.
"Bethany go watch tv for awhile and don't come up stairs," said Jessica patting her daughter on the butt.
"Okay fine," said Bethany running off.
"She's such a cute girl," I said gushing.
"Thank you, I'm just glad she does as she's told," said Jessica walking up the stair case.
I followed behind eyeing her firm ass all the way up. On the second floor are two bedrooms and a bathroom. Jessica's master bedroom is very large. A king size bed sat against the wall with plenty of space around it. A large rectangular dresser with a wide mirror sat against another wall. Jessica went to the dresser taking off her earrings. I closed the door once inside.
"I love your house," I said walking up behind her hugging her waist.
"My ex paid for it mostly. That was two years ago. Now I just have to pay the taxes," Jessica said looking at me through the mirror.
Pushing her hair to one side I began kissing the back of her neck. To my lips' touch, her skin is smooth. The smell of lotion and perfume filled my nose. She turned to face me but I backed away teasing her to the bed. Removing my shirt I tossed it in her face. Sitting on the edge of the bed I unhooked my bra letting my small B cup tits hang out.
"Have you been with a woman before?" she asked unzipping her jeans revealing cotton pink panties.
"Of course, haven't you?"
"Yeah, but that was back in high school," Jessica sat down next to me on the edge of the bed.
"How old are you?"
"Thirty-eight. Probably sounds ancient to a nineteen year old," she said sliding off her jeans.
"Not at all, I actually thought you were younger," I said while unbuckling my jeans.
"Thanks," Jessica took off her sweater before scooter further back onto the bed.
Once I got my jeans off I joined her in the middle of the bed. Laying on top of her we kissed intensely. Jessica's kisses became very sloppy compared to the session in the car. She practically stuck her tongue down my throat and aggressively bit my bottom lip. I hadn't expected her to be so into it. Breaking the kiss I moved down to her chest. My hands groped the left breast while my mouth sucked on the right.
"I forgot how much I love this," she said running her fingers through my hair.
I could only concentrate on her big firm tits. Taking my time I sucked on both breasts like a baby. Breathing hot air on her saliva covered nipples making her squirm to my delight. Moving further down I kissed and licked my way to her panty line. Jessica opened her legs wide for me. Keeping up the foreplay I tongued the insides of her thighs just outside her pussy.
Eager to progress Jessica lifted her hips to slide off her panties with my help. Her pussy was shaved bald like mine which I prefer. There's something just gross about pubic hair. Bending down I began slowly kissing her pussy. My tongue flicked against her wet lips causing her to moan. Slipping two fingers into her pussy I thrusted them in and out steadily while eating her.
"You're really good at this," Jessica sat up to better watch me eat her pussy.
I alternated from licking to sucking on her clit. All the while my fingers kept up a steady fast pace. For me personally, this never failed to bring a woman to orgasm. I could tell by Jessica's moaning and how slick her pussy became that she was getting close. When she flopped back onto the bed I never slowed down for a second. Her back arched, just a few seconds more. Finally I was rewarded with a shudder. Jessica let out a modest sigh of relief. I was disappointed to see she wasn't a squirter.
Crawling back up on top of her we kissed again. This time it was more sensual. Slowly Jessica rolled me over until she was on top. With a devious smile she slowly kissed my chest gently biting my nipples. Not wasting any time she continued down my stomach leaving a nice trail of saliva. I opened my legs wide for her wanting it badly.
First Jessica kissed my pussy a few times, getting a sense for the taste and smell. Spreading my lower lips apart she ran her tongue up and down my cunt. Applying a lot of pressure she continued using slow sensual strokes of her tongue. Something I wasn't used to. Already I felt an orgasm building. Her eyes kept staring into mine intimately making me feel close to her. Jessica's hot breath on my pussy sent shivers up my back causing me to arch in pleasure. Her mouth stayed latched onto my cunt driving me ever closer to climax. Then it overtook me by surprise. I just couldn't hold out any longer. I came silently letting out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.
Jessica came back up from between my legs with a big smile on her face. I kissed her hard still buzzing from my orgasm. For awhile we lay there locking lips naked on her bed. Unfortunately when I saw five o'clock on the alarm near the bed I knew it's time to go. Getting up I started searching for my clothes.
"Can I keep your thong?" she asked sliding to the edge of the bed.
"Sure," I tossed her my underwear.
Catching it she smelled the crotch of the thong saying, "Now I have something to remember you by."
"We might see each other again," I said knowing we probably wouldn't. I slid my jeans on not concerned about having underwear. With the way girls' jeans are designed now it's not uncommon to go commando.
An awkward silence fell between us. I knew Jessica felt an attachment towards me for sleeping with her. As old as she was it seemed to me she should be over this. Maybe some people never grow out of it. She pulled on the thong with the low cut sweater. Over the thong she wore an old pair of short shorts. Then she drove me back to the coffee shoppe. I didn't want her to see where I lived. Saying our last good-byes I got out to go get ready for work.