Back to Jessica's room

“Goddamn, look at that fucking chaos out there…” Jessica muttered as she let herself fall onto the big soft bed, scooting backwards until her butt pushed up snugly into the soft pillow and her back rested comfortably against the fancy headpiece.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?!” Pierre mumbled, sitting next to her as he flicked on the lighter and touched it to the tip of the thick joint. The thick, sweet musk of the exquisite weed immediately filled the room.

Staring out of the large windows, they watched in silence for a moment as large, heavy flakes of snow danced and rushed past, briefly illuminated by the light of Jessica’s hotel room. The medium-sized balcony along with the railings and the two wooden loungers that had been set up outside, were covered in almost a foot of fresh, immaculate whiteness by now, giving the scene a certain feel of mysterious serenity.

Just like the rest of the hotel, Jessica’s room was modern and sleek in a certain way, yet completely unremarkable. A big bed, a seating group with a white leather couch and two armchairs that looked like they weren’t designed to be comfortable, as well as a tv, mini bar and small fridge. The adjoining bathroom had a walk-in shower as well as the jacuzzi that Jessica had been looking forward to. She was only spending two nights here and was likely she was going to forget her stay here as soon as she closed the room door behind herself, her suitcase already standing next to the door, ready to go.

Jessica had dropped her bags off at the side of the bed while Pierre had set his large reflex camera down on the nightstand and the two of them had made themselves comfortable as soon as they had entered the room, both of them kicking off their shoes. After a moment of consideration, Jessica had shrugged her blazer off, feeling at ease enough to sit next to the Frenchman in only her flimsy top and stylish pants. As she had done so, she had noticed Pierre’s eyes take in the swell of her breasts, the outline of her bra clearly visible beneath the flimsy cotton, but she realized to her own surprise that she didn’t mind that. The strong **** she had consumed as well as her sympathy for the man put her at ease and the blatant stare that usually would have been off-putting didn’t bother her at all.

“Give me that!” she demanded, taking the blunt from Pierre’s fingers after a few moments and taking a deep drag. Her eyes almost fluttered as soft, sweet smoke filled her lungs up, scratching the back of her throat. She coughed, eyes tearing up, having overestimated herself after years of abstinence, and Pierre chuckled next to her.

“Being a bit greedy there…”

“Yep,” she croaked, then joined his snicker. As per usual, she had been too ambitious for her own good. Using her thumb, she carefully wiped the tears of her cheeks, then made a second attempt, inhaling slower this time. Now, she managed to control herself, holding the smoke in her lungs for a couple of seconds, then blew a heavy cloud out into the room. “This is some strong stuff!”

“It is,” Pierre confirmed, taking a sip of Tequila straight from the bottle he had brought along from the bar. “The gourmet shit…”

For a while, they just sat on the bed and passed the joint back and forth, taking two or three drags before passing it on. Jessica let her head drop backwards, leaning against the wall behind the bed. Closing her eyes, she let herself enjoy the strange numbness that slowly overtook her frame as the herb began to affect her. A tingling sensation spread through her frame, making her consciously feel every part of her body, intensifying around her most sensitive regions. Jessica bit her lip to stifle a moan as she felt her nipples harden, poking against the silky fabric of her black bra. This certainly wasn’t a side effect she had experienced before.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” Pierre smirked, handing her the joint.

Jessica smiled widely, basking in the welcome stress relief. “Oh, fuck yeah! Really helps getting rid of the tension…”

Pierre watched as the Latina subconsciously rubbed the area where the back of her neck met her shoulders, her soft, round breasts shaking enticingly with the movement of your arm. “You’re tense, huh?! Come on, scoot forward, Jessica. Let me massage your shoulders a little…”

Jessica opened her eyes and stared at him for a moment. Her lips parted as if she was about to say something, but she didn’t. She could feel her own heartbeat, hypersensitive to the moment with **** and THC coursing through her veins. Somehow, the fact that he hadn’t as much offered to rub her shoulders but he had told her he would, really got to her. Surprising herself, she felt compelled to comply. She wasn’t usually the meek follower of directions yet she reasoned that the weed and the man’s charisma were playing a part in her untypical behavior.

“O… okay,” her mouth was dry and her movements felt slow and clumsy as she shuffled forward and away from the wall, allowing the Frenchman to slide behind her. She couldn’t exactly say what she was doing. Standing up for herself had never really been a problem for her, as a young actress in Hollywood you learned to hold your ground or the business would swallow you up, yet here she found herself acting strangely. Letting a man that wasn’t her husband rub her shoulders while alone on a hotel room bed was something she’d never thought she’d do, yet when Pierre’s strong, amazingly warm hands grabbed her shoulders and firmly dug his thumbs into the sleek musculature of her trapezii, an embarrassingly loud moan escaped her lips.

Pierre allowed himself a wide grin as he began to knead the strong, yet exquisitely feminine muscles. The evening was going even better than he could have hoped. He had met Jessica Alba barely an hour ago and now he already had her in bed, purring like a kitten at his skillful hands. The actress literally seemed to melt away in his hands as he gradually and skillfully worked her over, slowly but surely rubbing the little knots out of her tissue.

Jessica groaned with bliss. Her eyes fluttered as she lifted the joint to her lips, sucking one last drag out of it before extinguishing it in the small saucer she had set up for that very purpose on the nightstand next to her before she allowed herself to fully indulge in the firm kneading treatment this man was treating her to. Her head tilted to the side as Pierre hit an especially good spot and the high-pitched gasp of pleasure was a telltale sign enough for the man to return to the well several times.

“Yeah, just like that” she mumbled dreamily, feeling more than a little pampered at the moment as she was grabbed and kneaded by this strong man. She was feeling like she hadn’t felt in ages.

“Let me get these out of the way,” Pierre whispered and without waiting even for her to reply he gently hooked his fingers into the straps of her top and bra and swiftly swept them off her shoulders to get them out of the way before attacking her sleek muscles again.

Jessica’s nostrils flared as her clothes were rearranged, feeling very bare and exposed for a moment. However, before her hazy mind could even formulate her position towards this, the blissful pleasure that his hands awakened inside her washed away all thought of something else and instead a little, girly whine escaped her lips. It seemed like he just knew how to touch her, play her feminine body like an instrument as he worked his digits up and down along her upper spine and she felt her body responding. There was a warmth between her legs that seemed to intensify with every passing moment, her pussy responding to the firm touches in its natural way. She was getting wet!

She was under no illusions what he was doing. She was high, but she damn sure wasn’t stupid. He wasn’t the type of man to offer a woman a massage with no ulterior motives. Pierre wanted to fuck her. However, while this thought usually made her retreat from a situation and put her foot down, the waves of THC-laced endorphins he was sending through her body had made her far more docile. It wasn’t like she was actually going to have sex with this man, she reasoned with herself, she was just getting a massage. Then again, a voice deep inside her argued, it would feel good to feel this man inside her, stretch out her pussy, really pound her…

BZZZZZ!

“Oh shit!” Jessica almost screamed, as the sound of her phone vibrating inside her blazer pocket over on one of the armchairs ripped right through the pleasurable haze that had engulfed her mind. Jerking up into a straight position, her eyes went wide as a sudden realization hit her of how she was acting. Panicking, she jumped up and off the bed, hurrying over towards where her phone rang while not realizing that the sudden motion had caused her right breast to pop out of her bra. With her top already in disarray, her stiff, hazel-colored nipple peeked out over the top and as the actress grabbed her phone and turned towards Pierre, she was utterly unaware of her wardrobe malfunction. It was only when she saw his wide, shameless grin that she looked down and blushed. She quickly fixed her clothing and turned away from the Frenchman, sliding the answer button on the touchscreen of her phone.

“H-hello?!” her heart was racing, the chilling rush of panic feeling like she had just taken a cold plunge after a sauna.