Riding the Jessie Train - Sex Stories

Riding the Jessie Train

It was late afternoon, and Jessie and her husband were on their way from dropping off their son with Jessie's brother. As they took care of the kid, I checked into a Motel 6 that was just five minutes away from my apartment. I waited in the room for about 20 minutes before the two of them walked in together, Jessie smiling as she pulled off her long, heavy coat that not only kept her warm in the 10-degree weather but also covered up her outfit that would have been inappropriate for most occasions. I smiled back at her, already getting hard from just seeing her, knowing what was about to happen. Her husband and I, meanwhile, barely acknowledge each other. As soon as Jessie's coat hit the floor, I was stunned. Her outfit may not have been quite as arousing as the Santa get-up she had sported last time, but her attire was very boner-educing regardless. She wore a tight, white halter top that almost covered her belly button to go with a dark gray pleated miniskirt that left little to the imagination. For shoes, she donned silver six-inch high heels that showed off her bright pink pedicured toenails, which matched her fingernails. Topping it all off, around her wrist and ankle were the same bracelets she'd worn last time, in addition to just the right amount of makeup on her face that was framed perfectly by her brown hair, which she had curled just slightly to curve around her cheeks and bend outward as it approached her shoulders. Jessie walked straight to the queen size bed in ...

... the middle of the room and sat down on it. Meanwhile, her husband had the sense to turn the fan on all the way up to mask some of the noise that would be coming from our room. Even though it was just now turning dark outside, there was no way of knowing who would be around to hear our escapades, even through the cement walls. The first couple minutes were awkwardly silent, but Jessie broke the silence with a line that she had clearly rehearsed ahead of time and probably stolen from a porno. "Do you know what my favorite cookie is?" Jessie began as she reached for the hem of the halter top. She immediately answered the question for us: "Oreo." She smiled wide across her face, holding in a giggle. Her voice cracked a little as she spoke, betraying her nerves. Also I'm not sure, but I think that reference more suitably depicts two black dudes with a white chick, and Jessie, being only slightly tan, was the darkest one in the room. Anyway, despite Jessie's lack of confidence in delivering, she said it well enough to turn me on just a little more than I'd already been. Even if her actual use of the line wasn't flawless, after this session, I'd always remember it as if it were. Not hurting her attempt to be sexy was that she was pulling off her shirt as she sat on the edge of the motel bed. Unlike last time, there was no delay in Jessie's presentation. She had arrived to the motel already prepared, and we didn't feel the need to consume alcohol to push us on this time. I'm not sure ...