bakerstreet | Sexting the night away

You never seem to want me to bring those. Hence the wipes.

See you soon.

[She gave him the courtesy of knocking on his door. It was a rare and enticing occasion indeed given the fact that she was wearing a black skirt that fell just past her knees. A black halter top completed the outfit. Very different from her typical ripped jeans and long sleeved shirt attire. She looked stunning when she set her mind to it, perhaps even a little less guarded and a little more vulnerable]

Ready?

[He didn't have the benefit of being able to enjoy the view, but he could hear the swish of the material of her skirt, could tell she'd taken the time to make herself look nice, even if it was mostly lost on him. She smelled good, and he came over to her, an arm going to her back to draw her in so he could kiss her first. Something long and slow before he let her go.]

I am now.

[Jessica was never quite sure just how much Matt could 'see' with his other senses. Still, if she was going wear a skirt, she figured she might as well get all dolled up for the occasion. If nothing else, he would definitely be able to hear the increased heart rate of any guy that laid eyes on her tonight.

She leaned into his kiss, just tall enough that she had to crane her neck slightly, but by now it was instinctual. Drawing back, she nudged the door open]

Did you call a taxi?

I did. You smell amazing. You sure we have to go?

[He was kidding -- partly.]

If you want to stay and take the edge off, that's fine with me.

[She had a feeling he was just as aroused as she was right now. She offered just to tease him]

But I'm all dressed up and I'd hate for you to mess up my make up.

Of course I do, but if we stay, I'm not going to want to go out again. Getting you naked is usually a top priority. Once that happens, we're stuck here.

[He reached out for his coat off the hook, shrugging into it and giving her a small smirk.]

I intend to mess up a lot.

[His hand patted one pocket.]

Got the wipes to prove it.

[Jessica grinned at his admission. Truth be told neither of them would be willing to leave the apartment once their clothes came off. When he took his coat, she moved in close enough for him to feel the curves of her body as she slid her hand down to palm his cock through the fabric of his pants. Just once and then her hand was gone and she was already walking away, heading outside as the honk of a horn announced that their cab had arrived]

Good. I wouldn't have it any other way. Let's get going.

You...

[He grit his teeth, moving to hurry after her as they left the apartment, locking the door behind him and shifting to tug his jacket down in front of the sudden erection he had.]

[She paused just outside the back passenger side of the cab, opening the door for him as any polite person would do for a seemingly blind man. The poor cab driver was probably put at ease. Little did he know.

Once Matt was seated, she slid in beside him, leaving it up to him to determine the destination while she pressed in close against his side. She'd get on his lap eventually, she just thought it would be a little more classy if she waited for the cab to take off]

[Getting in, Matt gave the cabbie the address for Central Park, figuring they might as well play out a stereotype. She was sitting close to him, too close, but his hand just found its way to the top of her knee, gripping her there as he picked up on her scent, the problem in his pants not getting any better.]

[It's not like she hadn't been aroused before she even got to his place, but her scent definitely ramped up now that what they had been sexting about was actually happening. She mirrored him by sliding her hand along his upper thigh. Her lips part just slightly, but she doesn't make a sound. She turned to look at Matt. By now, she could read the subtle signs of his own state of arousal. The flare of his nostrils as he took in her scent, little micro expressions that he couldn't hide, not from her]

This time of night, the traffic is going to be god fucking awful.

[Small talk helped make it seem like they were just another couple, nothing out of the ordinary]

[She was horrible and he was going to make his priest rue the day he walked into the confession booth, but that didn't stop him from sliding his hand further up her thigh, teasing under the edge of her skirt.]

The traffic is always awful. It's New York.

[She'd pay good money, money she didn't have, just to be a fly on that confessional booth wall later on]

You'd think I'd be used to it by now.

[She kept the conversation going even as her heart rate picked up and her pulse skyrocketed. He was close enough to her femoral artery that there was no way he couldn't pick up on it even without his hyper active senses. Her hand crept higher still until her palm was pressed over the tell tale tent of his erection through his slacks. Turnabout was fair play after all]

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[That was not the same thing at all, but he shifted under her grip, pressing into her hand as his own slid further up her skirt, testing to see if she was going commando or not.]

And yet...

[Jessica Jones typically didn't give a flying fuck what anyone thought about her, so by her own morale code she typically wouldn't have worn anything under the skirt, but then she remembered they'd be in a New York cab, so she did wear a pair of black panties. Silky thin, easily pulled aside or ripped. Another important thing to note was the fact that her panties were already soaked through, she'd definitely been thinking about this since they starting texting about it]

How was work?

[She let her fingertips 'walk' over the zipper of his pants, her thumb grazing the top button. Teasing him with the idea of reaching her hand inside]

Long.

[A smirk as he teased over the wet fabric of her panties, implying something completely different for that singular word as he lifted his hips up into her hand.]

Any interesting cases?

[He was listening to her heartbeat, feeling the way her body heat rose, fingers pressing a little more intently against her crotch.]

Just one. Typical case of a wife cheating on her husband. Suspected, but it'll be confirmed once I get video or audio evidence.

[Keeping her voice light and casual was becoming a bit of a strain. Especially when the words that spilled out of her mouth weren't what she wanted to say. Fucking tease

Her breath hitched, the only audible sign of a reaction outside of her pulse, body heat, and heart beat. She shifted, sliding her legs a bit further apart while her hand resumed palming his cock]

[He felt her legs part more, his hand pressing against her more fully, finger moving to slip past the edge of her underwear to slick over her folds instead. He moved up to tease around her clit, biting his lip as she pressed against his trapped cock.]

H- How long will that take?

[It was all she could do just to keep from moaning out loud when his hand slid past her panties to circle her clit. Her eyes slid shut and again, her mouth opened, but she surged forward to kiss him instead. Not just an ordinary peck on the lips, bur a full fledged hold-on-tight-shit's-about-to-get-wild kind of kiss.

While they kissed, she undid his pants just enough to slip her hand inside. Her hand curling around his cock, not freeing him just yet, but finding a way to stroke him to the tune of his hand between her legs. Honestly, right now she didn't think she could get any wetter and yet her body continued to impress on that regard.

She broke the kiss for breath, giving him a playful grin as she picked up on their conversation as if nothing had happened]

Depends on how often the wife sneaks out to see her lover. Sometimes it takes less than a day, other times it's a week, a month, etc.

[It was a good thing she was kissing him when she did that, because it stifled the groan he made when he felt her hand on his cock, his ass lifting up a little off the seat and into her touch.

He couldn't see the grin, but he could damnwell hear it, feeling her hand stroking him still in his pants and distracting him momentarily. But he got her back by dipping his hand lower, sliding a finger into her and wriggling it before drawing it out to drag around her clit again.]

He must not be that good if she can go a month between visits.

[She had a response ready, something snarky and sarcastic, but he rendered her momentarily unable to speak because she knew if she spoke, it would only turn out to be somewhat incoherent.

For the first time, her hips surged against his hand between her legs. She bit down on her bottom lip just hard enough to bruise, but thankfully he wouldn't sense the tang of blood.

Growing bolder, she freed him from his pants with a knowing grin. Now, she could grip him tight and stroke just the way she knew he liked it. A few quick pumps, a slight twist of her wrist, and then the glide of her thumb across the tip of his cock to slick the next pump of her hand]

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[It was his turn to bite his lip, to try not to press up into her hand when she drew him out. He couldn't see if the cabbie was watching or not, but he wasn't picking up on any accelerated heartbeats or reactions from him, so he felt that they were in the clear. For now.

His hand moved against her, and he had a moment of wishing she were splayed out on the seats so he could finger fuck her properly, but he made do with pressing one finger up into her and using the heel of his palm to apply pressure to her mound, rubbing over the base of her clit.]

Working up an appetite?

[Jessica was betting on the odds that Matt would be able to pick up on whether or not they were busted by the cab driver faster than she could. He seemed to have that whole 'other' four senses thing locked down. But she was definitely off on the thought of being caught.

Keeping her grip on his cock, she slid her hand up and down at a leisurely pace]

Famished. I could eat three burgers at this rate.

[The not-so-subtle buck of her hips against his palm should be more than enough incentive for him to carry out the incentive practically dripping from her words]

[Oh, he got what she was putting down, he was just of a mind to draw it out more. To make it something that she wanted to take from him. Because Jessica all worked up was something he enjoyed the hell out of.

So he kept his single finger sliding along her swollen lips, still pressing over the top of that small patch of curls as she stroked him.]

Guess that means I'll have to carry you back later.

Sexting the night away

Works for me.

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