The Other Boiling Girl

The man seemed to delay his response, perhaps deliberating how or indeed if he should continue their flirtation.

Jessica considered alleviating him of his indecision and initiating the tryst she desperately craved; two strangers, complicit in desire, neither one possessing delusions beyond their baser instincts. Her breathing deepened at the thought alone.

Conversely, they had been watching one another intently since the departure of his friends five minutes earlier, she was undeniably curious to see what conversation starter he had devised in the interim. Perhaps he would reveal hidden depths, talents transcending his obvious physical attributes.

“Is it erect in here, or is it just me?”....Then again, maybe not.

The actress had been subjected to bad pick-up lines before but few compared unfavourably to this latest attempt, it was difficult to imagine a more concise manner by which he could have destroyed his mystique.

And yet he persisted, “Is your father a thief?”

She rolled her eyes in anticipation of the predictable conclusion, “Because he stole the stars and put them in my eyes?” she asked.

“No. Because I did time with a bloke who looks just like you.”

Jessica laughed at the unexpected retort, before offering a riposte of her own, “And did that line work when you used it on him?”

The man’s smile widened, clearly enjoying the brief exchange, as had she. There was something compelling about him, a naive charm juxtaposed by his adulterous intentions, the contradiction intrigued her. She considered engaging him in further conversation to establish which was the truer representation of his character, but he spoke first.

“You do look familiar though….” he mused, his quizzical expression denoting the comparative sincerity of the remark.

Jessica refrained from satiating his curiosity. Still relishing her anonymity, she instead resolved to interrupt the inquisition which would otherwise compromise it, “How long until the others come back?” she asked.

Distracted from his contemplation, the man turned to examine the clock above the exit, before offering an uncertain response, “Fifteen minutes maybe? They’ve gone to the bar.”

The actress descended from her seat and slowly approached her suitor on the opposite bench, “Well I walk out that door in ten.” she asserted, kneeling down next to him, “We can spend that time discussing who else I remind you of….Or….”. She slid her hand across his thigh, evoking the advance she had made on her own genitalia minutes earlier, but stopped prior to making contact with his.

“Or is good.” he proclaimed unreservedly, his eyes affixed to his cock, her hand, and the imperceptible gap she had left between them, “Or works!”.

Jessica wrapped her fingers around his base and squeezed playfully, earning a jovial moan in return, “Is that good?” she asked, acutely aware of the answer. Relaxing her grip, she began to leisurely stroke him, twisting her wrist to accommodate the downward curvature of his dick, as she approached the tip.

She felt him press against her back, inviting her to lean forward, his palm moving perpetually lower when she did, his thumb caressing the contour of every vertebra during the descent, as he maneuvered ever closer to her ass; scarcely grasping it before the sauna door opened anew.