Jessica returns

She took her time, getting ready. Sitting on her couch, her could faintly hear her move around upstairs, the solidly-built house dampening the sound, but he hardly cared. He enjoyed the anticipation of what was to come, simply relaxing in Jessica’s luxurious living room. She would come, sooner or later. After almost fifteen years, he could wait a couple of minutes longer.

It took almost twenty minutes for him to hear her steps, slowly coming down the stairs, the clicking sounds of delicate high heels on polished wood announcing her return. Turning his head, Sean watched the doorframe that led to the hallway with the staircase where Jessica would emerge any moments now. Weirdly, these last few seconds were almost the worst, his heartrate quickening as he listened to her approach.

As her footsteps approached, almost coming into view, they suddenly stopped. He could almost sense her hesitation, the deep, calming breath she took before she stepped into his field of vision, steeling herself for what was about to come. The feeling of power this gave him was intoxicating, a true thrill, and his cock hardened inside his shorts. Her doubts and insecurity were like an aphrodisiac to him.

That rush was dwarfed, however, by the rush that he felt when Jessica finally mustered the courage to step forward into his field of view.

He had seen Jessica in her bikini and in her underwear numerous times, both on screen as well as personally on set. She was a gorgeous woman with a gorgeous body. However, seeing her now like this felt almost like an entirely different thing. Dressed up just for him, because he had told her so, she had obediently made herself look extra sensual.

After three kids, Jessica personified the meaning of a MILF and despite this coming at no surprise, Sean inadvertently leaned in as he admired her. She was like something out of a wet dream. She wore a strappy pair of expensive looking high heels. Thin, glossy bands of cream-colored leather cris-crossed her dainty bronze feet, showing off her ankles as well as her expertly pedicured toenails.

The cream-colored bra was consisting of lace, lifting and pushing her breasts together to create a sensual valley of soft caramel cleavage. Despite the strength to give this support, the exquisite embroidery looked to be wafer thin, with Jessica’s tanned skin shining through the cups. Through the sheer fabric, he could make out the dark circles of Jessica’s nipples, her quarter-sized aureoles clearly on display, just begging to be played with.

The matching panties were almost more revealing. They barely covered two third’s of the Latina’s smooth mound, showing off the immaculate skin on either side and even the part they supposedly concealed, they barely obscured at all. Effectively, the 43-year-old actress stood in front of him naked, as even from 15 feet away he could clearly see her smooth slit through the wispy silk.

Alba was aware of this too, as her expression rather openly communicated. She stared at him, clearly embarrassed and humiliated to be made to parade herself like this, but at the same time, there was a barely-hidden excitement in her eyes. However, that impression might have been treacherous, as the actress had used her brief respite to touch up on the make-up she had been wearing. While her look previously had been suggestive and clearly enticing, her tears during her spanking had smudged the dark mascara. **** to re-do her look, Jessica had doubled down on what previously had been sexy, but socially acceptable.

Now, her look would hardly be out of place during midnight hours on the Hollywood strip. While she had kept the ponytail, she had deliberately freed a few wavy strands of hair that now playfully framed her features. A thick layer of dark mascara coated her long, full lashes and she had applied smoky, black eye shadow generously to her lids. Her cheeks were flushed, only partly from her embarrassment at his shameless staring, as there clearly was some rouge involved to pronounce the blushing effect. Finally, the lipstick she had picked for the touch-up was two shades darker than the previous one, making for a dramatic and tantalizingly sensual effect, which was only boosted by the generous amount she had applied.

Jessica had once again stopped, standing in the doorframe to the living room and looking at him with an awkward smile, obviously not quite sure how to act now as Sean simply gaped at her. She looked like she briefly considered a sexy pose, but ended up not daring to do it and just stood.

Sean took his time. Her emergence had truly left the producer speechless for a few seconds, but even after he regained his composure, he looked for another couple of seconds, simply because he noticed how it made her squirm.

“You look like a fucking whore,” he told her, looking her straight in the eyes.

Her reaction was adorable. Despite this obviously being the intended effect, she couldn’t help but blush and cast her eyes down in embarrassment at the crude name-calling. The contrast of the coy demeanor and the blatantly carnal look sent another tingle through him and he felt his cock harden even further in his pants, pushing almost painfully against the fabric.