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 again. They were lacy, but soft, and they were absolutely tiny. Extra small, which 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 shaved tight 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, “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.” 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.