Jessica - pt 1 - In Her Mind, a short story by IamDante. Date added: 2011-02-28. Times viewed: 2939.
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- Intro: Woman discovers secret admirer & takes charge M/F
Jessica – part 1, In Her Mind
Jessica had no sooner stepped from the doldrums of her apartment to walk the 300 yards to the bus stop when she sensed she was being followed. She approached the first street corner and purposely stopped at the light pole. Her hand fought the warm summer breeze that played with her hair as she struggled to look behind her. There was no one there. And yet she was certain she was being observed, possibly from a distance, but he was there. She could sense that it was a man.
She was not clairvoyant, but there had been times in her life when Jessica suddenly imagined something so strongly that she sensed it was real. One particular instance involved her sister, Janice. Just before her lunchtime at work one day, Jessica sensed that Janice had been hurt. Just as a precaution she called her sister as soon as she had clocked out for lunch. Janice admitted that on the previous night, she had twisted her ankle during exercise class, but it was a minor injury. Still, the parallelism between her feeling and the actual event seemed enough to convince Jessica to trust images that invaded her thoughts.
Finding no visual evidence of a stalker of any kind, she continued her trek. The feeling seemed to wane the closer she came to the bus stop. As she boarded the bus to downtown, she glanced from one rider to the next, examining each of them for potential danger. Few occupants were on the bus this morning. An elderly woman, knitting at a furious pace, her eyes darting from her project out the window and back.
A young man with earphones, his eyes clenched and head down, totally engrossed in his own world of sounds. Two gnarly men in their early 50’s trading wet, spittle laden sentences in some foreign language that Jessica could not identify. And one very frail white haired African American gentleman, whose weathered fingers clung desperately to the seat back frame in front of him.
Jessica took her regular seat, directly behind the bus driver. She always preferred this seat because it was close to the door and she could watch the scenery through the large front windows. She sat down on the aisle seat and set her purse next to her. She noticed a small piece of folded paper next to her. She picked it up and unfolded it, and was astonished. It was addressed to her!
“Dear lady in the front seat who wears Chanel No5 every day: My name is David. I ride this bus very often to school and I just wanted to tell you how much I like sitting near you; you always smell so nice. I would like to introduce myself to you sometime if it would not bother you. If you would like to meet me, please leave a note in the seat when you leave. Thank you. A friend, David.”
Jessica looked back at the other passengers again. Nobody was looking at her or paying any attention to her. Perhaps this person was not riding the bus today. She left the note on the seat when she got off at her stop.
When she took the bus home at the end of the day, there was no note in her seat.
The next morning as she dabbed her perfume behind her ears and between her breasts, Jessica thought of the note. For a moment she wondered if she should wash off the perfume and go to work without it today, but decided to leave it on. Walking to the bus stop, she did not have a feeling of being watched today, and she found that she missed that; she had come to almost welcome it, as though it meant something to start her day.
When she boarded her bus, she found another folded note in her seat.
“Dear lady in the front seat who wears Chanel No5 every day: Hi, my name is David. I left a note for you yesterday, but you did not answer it. I apologize if I alarmed you, but I mean you no harm. As a matter of fact, I think you would like to know me. I’m a kind, gentle person and very loving. I would like to be your friend. Love, David.”
Jessica looked back at all the other passengers. Once again, none of them seemed threatening or gave any acknowledgement of her presence.
She scribbled a message on the back of the note and left it in the seat when she left the bus:
“Dear “David” – I am not accustomed to meeting people blindly, either in a public conveyance or otherwise. Please leave me alone.”
The next morning, Jessica found the familiar folded note in her seat.
“Dear lady who wears Chanel No5 every day: Hi. Thank you for your note yesterday. I apologize, but this is the only way I can communicate with you for the time being. If you will allow me to introduce myself formally, I would gladly do so, but you might not find me attractive. I think you are very beautiful, however, and I would like to be your friend. Please reconsider. – Love, David.”
Jessica was beginning to tire of this game of charades on the bus. She addressed the driver.
“Driver, do you know who is leaving me these notes every day?”
“Is someone bothering you, Miss?”
“Not really, but this is becoming annoying. This person leaves me notes and I don’t know who it is.”
“Do you wish to press charges of some kind, Miss?”
“No, driver, I would just like to address this person face to face and put a stop to this.”
“See that young man with the headphones on back there, Miss?”
“Yes, is he the one leaving the notes?”
“Yes, ma’am, but you don’t have to worry about him stalking you; he’s blind.”
Jessica stared quietly at the young man sitting alone towards the back for a moment.
“Thank you, driver.”
She stood and worked her way back and sat down quietly next to the young man. He immediately smiled, and pulled off the head phones.
“Hello, David, my name is Jessica.”
“Hello, I’m so glad to meet you, Jessica, and to learn your real name.”
“If you wanted to meet me, David, why didn’t you just sit in my seat some morning and introduce yourself?”
“I’m very shy, and your perfume does erotic things to me that I was afraid you would notice.”
“My perfume? Is that why you wanted to meet me?”
“No, when I first smelled your perfume I asked the driver what you looked like and I’ve had a mental image of you ever since. I know you are a beautiful girl, and I have no way to attract girls, except passing notes and hoping they will discover this…..”
He found her hand and placed her palm on the top of his thigh. She could feel the rigid length of him and was astonished. He was huge!
“I’m quite good at satisfying women, when they give me the opportunity. I’ve been so lonely; I have to resort to this sort of thing to get dates. I’ve been thinking of you night and day, sending subconscious messages for you to find me, and you did! That means we were meant for each other!”
As Jessica felt him pulsing under her gentle touch, she tried to recall her last sexual encounter. Her boyfriends had not been kind to her in the bedroom, and had always left her unsatisfied. He seemed a little simple, but sweet, and he was handsome.
“Where do you live, David?”
“With my folks. I attend blind school so I can get into the Royal National College for the Blind in Hereford, England. My folks said it’s the best college there is for the blind. We’re hoping that I can go next year if they save enough for me.”
“David, would your folks mind if I took you home with me tonight, to visit for a while?”
“Not all, I’m 22; but I can just tell my Dad; he’s the bus driver up there.”
Jessica and David continued small talk, getting acquainted until she reached her stop. She led David by the hand up the aisle and then she stopped to address the bus driver.
“David is going to come visit me for a while. Will that be okay if I ride back with him on the bus later?”
“That’s okay, Miss; you just have him call me and I’ll come after him.”
Jessica and David walked hand in hand until she reached her apartment. Once inside, David stood in the center of her living room, very quiet.
“What’s the matter, David?”
“Nothing, it’s just that I’m very excited; I’m in your home, alone with you and I’m very excited.”
Indeed, she could see the bulge in his pants again. She walked up to him and put her arms around his neck, drawing her face close to his. She pressed her body against his, her breasts flattening against his hard chest.
“Would you like to kiss me, David?” she whispered.
“OH, yes, Jessi-“ (Jessica kissed him hard, interrupting his answer.)
David returned her kiss, his hands sliding around to her back, cupping her butt in his large hands. She reached down with both hands, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pushed them down just enough to free his bouncing erection.
Her fist barely fit over the head of his engorged cock, and he gasped when she touched him.
“David, do you like me touching your cock?”
“Oh, yes, Jessica, it’s wonderful.”
“Would you like me to stroke it for you, David, and make you come?”
“Oh, gosh, that would be so good, Jessica,” he panted, his hands trembling on her shoulders.
“What if I want you to come in my mouth, David? Would you do that for me?” she breathed huskily to him.
“Oh my God, Jessica, I’ve never done that before!” he moaned.
“What if I want to fuck you David, for a very long time, could we do that, hmmm?” she teased.
“Of course, anything you want, Jessica, anything at all!”
“What if I want to have all kinds of sex with you all weekend, David, could you stay?”
“Oh, yes, yes; just let me call my Dad and tell him to come get me Monday morning. Can I do that? Could I stay the weekend, Jessica? Please?”
“All right, David, you call your Dad and then we’ll have some fun.”
While David was on the phone with his father, Jessica went into the bedroom. She returned as David put his cell phone back into his pants pocket.
“Come, David,” she said, leading him into the bedroom by his hand. She stopped him by the edge of her bed and slowly removed his clothes, teasing his lips with soft kisses after each garment hit the floor.
Once he was naked, she stepped back to admire his lean young body. His pride and joy extended 8” and bounced in the air in anticipation. She knelt down before him and licked up and down the shaft until he moaned and reached for her.
“David, since you’re stronger than me, it’s important that I guard my safety in case your emotions get out of control. I’m going to tie you to my bed for a while but I promise I won’t do anything unless you want me to and I won’t hurt you. Do you trust me?”
“Yes, of course, Jessica. I understand; you don’t have to worry about me.”
“Good. Climb up on the bed on your back for me.”
When David was spread-eagled and secured to her bed, Jessica went to the kitchen and returned with a large bowl of hot water, a wash cloth and some soap. She took her time bathing, rinsing and then drying David’s genitals. His erection was even larger when she finished and began to undress herself.
“I’m going to take a shower now, David, and when I come back, we’re going to have fun, all night long.”
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