1 comments/ 5492 views/ 5 favorites Finding Jasmine Ch. 01 By: BadMrBoogieMan Her soft moan startles me into wakefulness and my eyes strain to adjust to the darkened room as it is periodically lit by the flashing gray light of the television. Her head is nestled comfortably against my chest and her breath is hot on my bare skin. She adjusts slightly without coming to consciousness and then starts snoring lightly. I wrap my arm around her and kiss her softly on the forehead as she sleeps before trying to figure out what time it is. The discordant red numbers on the cable box slowly come into focus though my hazy vision and I see it is much later then I expected. I look down across the body of my wife and love of my life and remember that we fell asleep reminiscing on how we met those ten years ago. She is wrapped by my arm with her head resting on my chest. Because she is scantily clad against the summer heat, I have a great chance to admire her rich caramel skin and graceful curves as her body fits up against me with her legs wrapped around the one of mine closest to her. From the moment I first saw Jasmine my body ached to make her mine, but back then I was a broken man. My heart had been crushed by my first love, and though I had gained sexual experience after, I kept emotion sealed away until she pried open the door. Even now as I take in her shapely hips and long legs my adoration for my lover matches my arousal for her. The matching baby blue patent leather cuffs and collar adorning her glow in the spattering of gray light from the television. It is well past time for us to go to bed and in a moment of I reach across my body to lift my lover into my arms. The chinking sound of the light chain connecting the cuffs on her hands to her collar remind me of the restraint I tried to show upon meting her. Neither of us expected back then to wind up bound together as we are by chains of love and lust. She startles into partial wakefulness, her exotic almond shaped eyes locking onto mine questioningly as I easily lift her as I stand, carrying her like a baby. "What time is it Daddy?" she whispers softly, her voice filled with sleep. Her wrist cuffs are chained just a few inches apart and so she has to reach over my head to embrace me as I hold her. The cool metal of the chain drooping back over my shoulder to her collar sends a shiver down my spine. "Getting close to dawn, Baby." She snuggles in closer as we head to the stairs. The swaying motion of my gait causes her long curly hair, held fast at the back of her head in a ponytail, to sway against me and tickle my arm as we move. Before we reach the top of the stairs her breathing is soft and even again as she sleeps in my arms. She doesn't wake as I lay her down in our giant bed. I have to duck rather severely as I gently unwrap her arms and bindings from around my neck. As I tuck her in a light blanket I admire the womanly curves of her hips and ass. Our talks early had brought me flashes of when I met her. She was only just turned eighteen back then, and her curves weren't as womanly as they are now. Back then she was mature and worldly for her age, but I had come to find that she was just as confused and scared of love as I had been. It had taken time for me to realize how right we were for each other. After stripping nude I climb into the other side of the bed and snuggle up close behind her. With the passing of so many years the position becomes more than natural as I align my hips behind hers and wrap an arm around her. I fall asleep with my hand cupping her firm breast and my memories of our meeting replaying in my head. * * * I considered myself a sort of a ladies man back then. Thirty years old and settled into a bachelor lifestyle, I made a good living as a architectural photographer, traveling around the world on the checkbooks of publishing companies. Even thinking back on it I know it was easy for me to meet and seduce women. No one would have said I was anything more than handsome, but I was tall and confident. Anyone would admit that's a great head start. That day started as many had. With the sun coming over the horizon lazily spreading the reddish glow of dawn I drove home. I liked my work, and spent a lot of time traveling, meeting people, and seeing new things. It helped to cover that hole in my heart that consistently made my attempts at romance fail. That day I was driving directly into the rising sun. It had been a nice six hour drive from New Orleans back to Houston. That's where home is and I was still two hours from my bed as the sun broke over the highway in front of me. Even the silhouetted morning light showed the hazy lines of heat baking the road. Apparently even early may wasn't too soon for heat waves. Home then and today is ten rolling acres of land lightly shaded by the occasional tree situated close to the highway just outside of Houston. There was a noticeable flood relief in me as my old ford explorer crunches onto my gravel driveway and under the shade of the trees the hide the house from nosey neighbors. That is not true. There really weren't any neighbors. No houses were visible from my own, but the road could peek through from certain vantages off in the distance so the trees did provide privacy. Though I live alone there is another car parked under the recess of my carport. I parked next to the small four door sedan and shut my own vehicle down. My visitor is none other then my cleaning lady Shirley. Shirley was a pleasant woman of about forty-five years of age. As the mother of more kids then I could keep track of, Shirley was a pleasant faced and dumpy housewife who answered an ad for a part-time maid and wound up being a friend and an employee well into the future. I retrieved my bags from the rear of the explorer and slammed the hatch closed. The air was already baked hot and dry even before the sun was midway through the sky. The shade of the carport was pleasingly welcome as I rushed the side door of the house. Because Shirley is here I know the side door is unlocked and the alarms are off so I burst into the welcoming air conditioned kitchen with more than a small amount of relief. "Shirley, I'm back!" I shout into the open architecture of the house. The downstairs of the house was laid out as an office, kitchen, and den for entertaining both business and personal guests. Because of this only the kitchen was used very often it was connected by a small private rear stairway to the living areas in the upper floors of the house. Most of the cleaning happened at the top of those steps and it was from there Shirley's voice came from. "Mr. Williams," her voice echoed down the stairwell to me, "I didn't expect you to be home till tomorrow." Shirley's uneven gait brought her to the bottom of the steps even as I was piling my bags near the stairwell. "Please Shirley, you've been here for three years now and I am younger then you. Call me Liam." I turned my back on the woman to retrieve a refreshingly cold bottle of water from the refrigerator. "Mister... Liam," I glanced past my half empty water bottle and Shirley was almost blushing as she continues. "Is it okay if I take tomorrow off. You see its my oldest. He's graduating." "Of course Shirley," And I smiled warmly at her, "Graduating already. You seem too young to have adult children." "Talking like that might get you into trouble one day Mister, I mean Liam." She grinned at me and began to ramble on with her story. On the few occasions Shirley starts talking about her kids its hard to get her to stop, and honestly my mind wandered as she tells me about her oldest son. "Jeffrey plays football. He's getting a full scholarship to LSU. He's a wide receiver. He was All State two years in a row." As Shirley talked about her son, I grabbed my bag with the work laptop and the small satchel of memory cards for my digital camera. Shirley talks on about test scores and grades and I nodded along with her trying to show more interest then I really had. It sounds cold thinking back on it, but in my defense Shirley had six or seven children of all age ranges and she rarely talked about them. "Oh did you get some good shots Liam?" In a lot of ways back then Shirley must have been convinced that I was her own personal celebrity. Just after she started working for me I had found out Shirley was very into haunted houses and ghost stories. It so happened that one of my first pieces of licensed work was for a book on a supposedly haunted turn of the century sanatorium in Maryland. I had given her a signed copy, and to this day I think its one of her most valued items. Ever since then she enjoyed seeing my work and I enjoyed feedback that wasn't from another artist or a publisher. "Well this book isn't that exciting. Its just some lighthouses. Here take a look." I set the memory card of the weekends work on a slide show and slid the laptop over to Shirley. As she sat hunched in front of the bright screen studying the pictures playing across the screen I got to work unpacking my camera bags and walked the equipment to the front of the house where my office was. "Is there a reason all the shots are near a sunset?" Shirley called from the kitchen toward me. "Yes Ma'am," I said as I eased back into the kitchen to unpack the bag with my clothes. "Its the theme of the authors book. All those lighthouses are old, and been repurposed as weather stations and such. Each serving past the 'sunset' of their lives." "Oh that's romantic," she sighs as she keeps looking at the pictures flowing by on the screen. "You know Tom, that's my husband, his family has fished the golf for generations. He would love this." I tossed my dirty clothes from the trip down the basement stairs to be washed later and made a neat stack of the toiletries that needed to go back upstairs. "I'm sure I can arrange to get you a copy of the finished product for him. Its going to be lighthouses along the entire eastern United states, not just ones from the gulf." "Oh Mr. Williams, I mean Liam, that would be just wonderful," Shirley brightened up and stood up from her chair at the table. "I'm done with the upstairs if you want to go get cleaned up from your trip. I'll get your clothes cleaned up." "Shirley, actually leave the clothes. Could you do your magic to the office area and kitchen. One of my Business partners is coming by this evening to go over some new pictures." Grabbing the clear plastic case my travel toiletries called home I waited for her response even knowing what it would be. "Of course Liam," She smiles, "go ahead and get cleaned up and rest. Leave it to me." "Thanks Shirley," and I turned to go up the stairs to the more livable top floor. I heard Shirley in the pantry under the stairs retrieving the supplies she needed to clean the main floor of the house. I remember the hot shower washing off the dry mixture of dust and dried sweat that naturally occurs in the Texas heat. Then I laid down in my bed to nap away the hot spring afternoon. * * * Shirley was long gone by the time I woke up late in the evening. The house was pleasantly empty and quiet as I crawled out of bed. Even back then sleeping nude was my custom and the air conditioning felt glorious against my skin. I had a little time before my meeting started this evening and I threw on a pair of simple linen shorts and a light tee shirt, my usual around the house attire. Rather then heat up the kitchen cooking, I called out an order for delivery and took a tall glass of ice water into my office to wait for dinner. I made short work of the weekends photo collection and sent the choicest selections to the publisher. Memories are a river that meanders and changes path as time goes on. I know that I was keenly waiting for this weekly meeting with my secret business partner. Its hard for me to imagine desiring any woman other then Jasmine in a needy way, but I also know that my weekly tryst had become a way to both explore my own sexuality and to relieve that tension that life piles up on you. At some point dinner arrived. I know it was Chinese food, and knowing me there was shrimp involved somewhere. I fiddled with my cameras while I ate, making sure I had clean memory cards for the evening. There was a hidden truth behind this large house and my free spirited lifestyle. Five years earlier I was struggling to make a living with my new degree in photography. I took out ads online as a freelance photographer with little success. The doorbell rang and my head jerked up and a smile creased my face. I rush to the front door, where for a brief instance I see her silhouette outlined by the receding headlights of a car. Opening the door grants me witness to one of the most desirable females I've ever had the chance to spend time with. She was a petite and beautiful Vietnamese woman. Her body was the perfect hourglass shape, and the loose fitting grey tee shirt and baggy sweatpants did very little to hide it. I still to this day don't understand why she always wore sweats as her comfortable clothes, even in the hazy summer heat. "Cassandra," I greet her and stand back to let her into my house. "Hello Liam," she greeted me as she passed by, reaching up on her tip toes to give me a light kiss on the cheek, her usual greeting. What was left of her Vietnamese accent mixed pleasantly with nearly two decades of Texan slur to make a sensuous purr of her words. "It is blessedly cool in here." Cassandra had answered my ad almost five years prior. At first she was looking for a trustworthy photographer for some boudoir shots. She paid me very well and slowly became a repeat customer. As she became more comfortable I found out that after her husband died she turned to the internet to make enough of a living to raise her young daughter alone and was selling memberships to see her luscious body. I followed Cassandra back into my office where we would usually sit and plan our meetings. I couldn't help but watch her ass wiggle back and forth as we walked to the pair of chairs on the near side of my large oaken desk. After about a year of working together on and off Cassandra had approached me about weekly photo shoots. As she became more and more successful she called on me more and more. We moved it up to two photo shoots a week but her clientele wanted even more. For the past three years Cassandra and I have pulled off a very successful sexual business relationships. Once a week we posted a normal nude photo shoot and a longer hardcore one. "Liam its been a long day, do you have anything to drink?" She did look a bit worn that day. It doesn't affect in the least how sexy she is. "Sure, Cass. I've got some scotch here, let me get us some ice." The relationship that has developed between Cass and I is probably strange. I'm thankful for a business and sexual partner who doesn't desire emotions from me. Even at thirty I was still scarred from a major heartbreak in my early twenties, and the fact that Cass did not want emotion from me was a great relief. At first I was scared of her, after seeing her naked. She was beautiful and way out of my league. Cass looked almost asleep in the chair, head leaned back and eyes closed, as I returned with two tumblers each holding a pair of ice cubes. She sat up and smiled as I sat them on the desk and retrieved the aforementioned scotch from a drawer in my desk. As the rich amber liquid fills the glasses Cass Starts to speak. "Liam. Have you ever worked with any other models?" I finished pouring the glasses and passed one across the wooden desk to her before I reply to her, giving myself time to word my answer for the most flirtatious effect. "I'm afraid you have me too spoiled to work with other women. My camera only has time for you and architecture." I took a sip from my glass and noticed the corners of Cass' soft lips turned up in response to my comment. She didn't sip her share, but gulped it down in one smooth gulp. There is a difference in Cass that night, and it made the room slightly awkward as I refill her glass. "I know you prefer to keep the fact that you do this kind of work secret," Cass peered into my eyes and her deep brown orbs seemed worried. "Would you do some work with another model for me. Someone looking to get into clothing modeling, magazines and that sort of thing. Its hard for me to ask. Just help her build up a modeling portfolio. I'll make sure your well paid and I trust you." I finish my glass and start pouring a refill as I answer. The answer is quite simple and I remember finding it strange her worries over such a simple request. "Cass of course. After all we have been though, anything that is important to you, I can make time for." Relief flooded her face and her worried eyes sparkled with her bright inner light as she smiled, "Oh Liam I was so worried about invading your privacy." "Cass, I'd like to think we're closer then that. Let's not even mention how much of my current lifestyle I owe to our business arrangement," as she smiled and sipped her drink I set out the camera and flash drives we usually used. "Did you have any plans on what were doing tonight?" "I'm rather exhausted Liam. Lets do something easy. Do you have any ideas?" Cass slammed the rest of bourbon down and stood as she set the glass back down on the desk. The tinkle of the half melted ice in the empty glass never drew my eyes away from her full breasts pressed against her t-shirt. Either the air conditioning or the alcohol has gotten to her. Her nipples pushed against the gray jersey material of her shirt, standing tall. My own arousal started to rush through my stomach, and even farther down as I replied, "Cass I have something I've been wanting to do to you for awhile." *** The baked southern air was dry and draining even after sunset. I stood on the slightly cooler cement of the back patio staring off to the west where the sun was past the horizon, yet slight shades of pink and purple reached toward the blackness of the star spattered sky. The light lanced though the kitchen windows into the creeping darkness provided all the light I needed to run my camera. On the opposite side of the sliding glass patio doors Cassandra gave herself a final look over. Cass was quite spectacular as I peered through the window. She stood in the middle of kitchen doing last minute adjustments to the perfectly coiled bun at the top of her head and I knew this would be one of my favorite photo shoots we had ever done. She was wearing nothing but a simple white apron, white cotton panties, and clean white ankle socks. The white contrasted against her warm tanned skin tone in ways that gave me a rise in my pants before we had even started. She finished tucking her hair up into her bun and smiled toward me. I gave her a thumbs up through the window and she returned the gesture back at me with her simple sexy smile. She turns her back toward me and I couldn't help but snap two quick pictures of her walking toward my kitchen sink, the plain white strap of her apron tied in a bow drooped down to the curve at the start of her ass. She knew my camera was working thanks to the length of our relationship and she set right to her act. The idea was for her mimic washing the dishes, but Cass has insisted on using real dishes and soap. I found a better angle to take pictures of her scrubbing dishes that were in reality completely clean. The soft curves oh her neck and shoulders were easily captured in the viewfinder. It was harder to get good shots of her soft features as she was facing away from me, but I was quite proud of one shot I took where she was biting her sexy full bottom lip as she rinsed soap off of a dinner plate. I moved back to the patio door and captured multiple shots of her though the glass as I slowly slid the door open and inch at a time and snapped a new picture. I closed the door as I entered, not wanting to spare any more of the cool air then I had to for my art. Cass turned off the running water and spun to face me. I smiled and pulled my camera up to my eye to take a playful shot of her leaning back against the sink. Finding Jasmine Ch. 01 Clark checked his watch again, and wondered if the battery was dead. No, the second hand moved, but is seemed to be very slow. Sitting in the lobby of her building, he tried to remember the last time he was this nervous about a first date. Granted, this was not a typical first date, any more than Jasmine was a typical girl. That she had even said yes to this was something of a small miracle. They had met when Jasmine came to the University for her residency, and Clark was on faculty. When Jasmine expressed an interest in teaching, Clark found opportunities for her to lecture. They spoke frequently, and started having lunch together often. As time passed, Clark found himself attracted to her. Looking back, he was surprised it had taken as long as it had. She was incredibly smart, and made the most of every opportunity to learn. She loved music and books, and the two of them had exchanged more than a couple of things to listen to and read. And she was the most optimistic and genuinely happy person Clark had ever met. But they were very different – he was 39 and as Caucasian as his rural Indiana roots would suggest, and she was a 24 year-old East Indian Jersey girl. As the attraction grew stronger, Clark told her how he felt, and a brief but intense relationship developed. But he was in another relationship, and before he had decided to end it, Jasmine had moved on. Ultimately, she and her new boyfriend moved away, and she was no longer a part of his daily life. Gradually, the sadness gave way to acceptance, and lunch alone in his office became the norm. He wondered how she was from time to time, and learned through a late night Google stalking session that she had been promoted and was now board certified. And that was that. Until July. He was talking with a colleague in a convention center in New Orleans when he sensed her. It was almost imperceptible, like a gentle summer breeze, but it was as real to him as the conversation. As he turned, he saw Jasmine and her best friend Sasha walking in his direction. A half-hearted acknowledgement morphed into a testy text exchange, which became an apology dinner/reunion. Afterwards, they went for a walk, Jasmine had point blanked asked Clark if there had really been anything between them, or if she was just another conquest. A long conversation followed in which Clark tried to tell her that it was all "real", and that while they had both moved on, the feelings remained. This didn't seem to sit well with Jasmine, but at the end of the evening they said goodnight with a hug that felt more like a farewell embrace, and went their separate ways. And so, he thought, that was that. Until the end of March. He was in line for his Monday morning cup of coffee when he spotted her ahead of him. He thought it was her twin, until he heard her voice. Stunned, he approached her as they waited for their drinks. And that was where she informed him that she had moved back to take over the outpatient care center. Another round of contentious tests ensued – with a few extra "assholes" thrown in for good measure. When calmer heads prevailed, they agreed to have lunch. "Jesus Jaz, you could have told me!", Clark exclaimed as soon as the waiter was out of earshot. "And miss the look you gave me on Monday? No way; that was priceless. I wish I had my phone out. " "Fine, But you should have said something. I could have written a letter of recommendation, or helped get things set up at the University." "Not necessary. I'm all grown up now. Besides, I didn't want your help. I am really angry with you." "What did I do this time? Was it something I said in New Orleans?" "It was what you didn't say, asshole! Why did I have to hear from Sasha that you were single?" "Guess what? I'm an adult too, and tell me, how would that conversation have gone? 'Hi Jasmine, it's me, Clark. Um, I don't have a girlfriend anymore. Wanna hang out sometime?' I'm sure that would have played well with 'Turquoise'." "You wish. And for the millionth time, he goes by 'Blue', and I hate when you do that!" "Whatever. And speaking of 'Azure', how did you talk him into coming back? To hear you talk, he couldn't wait to get to leave the city." Jasmine stopped and stared at her salad for a moment. "I didn't. We haven't been together for a while now. And before your even start, don't. I am fine, and this isn't the slightest bit what today is about." Clark could tell by the look on her face that it was time to move on to something else, so he did. And the rest of their lunch was spent on safer topics – the politics of the University, the state of the residency program, and the unseasonably cold Spring they were having. He waited two days before he asked her to have lunch again, but she politely declined. He persisted, and managed to convince her to have coffee two weeks later. This time, the conversation was civil, almost friendly. They talked about families and books, and Jasmine laughed a little at his jokes. It went well enough that Clark asked her to have dinner the following week. She hugged him and replied, "No. Some other time, perhaps." They began texting more, and their phone conversations became longer and more personal. To Clark, it was beginning to feel like they were reconnecting in a meaningful way. He waited two weeks before broaching the subject of dinner, and was pleasantly surprised when she said yes. He promptly made reservations at Aunt Ruby's German Green, and called in a favor from his florist. She met him in the lobby at 7:10pm, ten minutes late as usual. He had expected this, but he still arrived well before he was supposed to, and his heart skipped a beat every time he heard the elevator bell chime. As she walked into view, Clark was greeted by a beautiful woman in a vibrant yellow and white dress. And Jasmine was greeted with the single largest rose she had ever seen. She held it, admiring its deep red color, and taking in its aroma. In an instant, her face brightened, and she smiled knowingly at Clark. Without hesitation, she raised it over her head, and stared intently at him, with a glint in her eyes. Clark smiled back and said, "Well played. I think Mr. Dali would have been impressed." Jasmine smiled back. "Ironic, since impressionism and surrealism are opposites. But thank you for the rose. It is beautiful, and a thoughtful gesture. Let me take this back upstairs and put it in some water. I will be right back." With that, she turned on her heels and walked away. Clark watched, as her hips swayed rhythmically, and wondered just what impression he had actually made. They walked out together, and Jasmine genuinely seemed to be caught off guard when he opened the car door for her. "Force of habit. Find what you like on the radio. I'm sure you will come up with something I haven't heard of." The ride to the restaurant was short, and they were seated quickly. After the waiter had taken their drink orders, Clark looked across the table and studied Jasmine's face carefully. When her eyes met his, she smiled back and said, "What are you thinking right now?" "I am thinking that this is nice." "Typical." "What do you mean?" "I mean that it's a typical Clark non-answer." She replied. "It's safe, and completely inoffensive. At what point are you going to take a risk? Ever? I am here with you. Today. Right now. This. Very. Moment. And I want to know what is on your mind." Clark felt his face redden, and for a moment, sat motionless. Then, in what felt like slow motion, he took his napkin from his lap, placed it carefully on his plate, got out of his chair, and walked over to Jasmine's side of the table. Without saying a word, he put his hand on her cheek, leaned in, and gave Jasmine the most desire-filled kiss he could deliver. Her lips were as magical as he had remembered, and in an instant he was aware of both her response and his arousal. After several seconds, he stopped and stood up, nearly knocking over the waiter who had come to deliver their drinks. "Sorry buddy, but that was necessary." He said, as he returned to his seat. Now it was Jasmine's turn to blush, but she did so with a smile. "What I was thinking is that I had missed those lips, and when I looked at you, they seemed drier than I had remembered. And I would hate for you to have to try and eat with chapped lips. Turns out, they weren't. My mistake." Then Clark slid his leg under the table until it touched Jasmine's. Neither moved for the remainder of the meal. They held hands in the car on the way back, enjoying the sparks that came from touching. As he pulled in front of her building, Jasmine leaned over and whispered, "There is a lot around the corner you can park in if you like. I will tell the doorman to let you up. " With that, she quickly kissed him and walked inside. Clark found a spot in record time, and speed walked back. As he was about to get into the elevator, his phone buzzed. The message read, "I left the door open." As if a locked door would have mattered. Jasmine was waiting for him on the couch, with a bottle of wine and two glasses on the coffee table. "I though you might like something to drink." she said in her best sultry voice. "I would. Very much. But not that." He replied, and took Jasmine in his arms and gently, but deliberately, laid her back. They kissed for what seemed an eternity. As their lips and tongues reconnected, Clark took in all of her. Her skin was softer than he had remembered, and her hair smelled like flowers. This mixed with her natural scent to create an intoxicating aroma that drove him from her lips to the nape of her neck. Jasmine sighed and wrapped her arms and one leg around him, bringing their bodies together tightly. She was as wet as he was hard, and her vagina ached for attention. She moved her mouth to his ear, and sent shivers down his spine as her tongue worked its magic. This was all the encouragement he needed, and as he stood, Jasmine took him by the hand and led him to her room. Clark's hands were trembling with excitement as he unzipped her dress. As it fell to the floor, he saw only a white satin thong and as Jasmine turned to face him, he was greeted by her rock hard nipples. She gasped as he touched her breasts, and moaned when he took them in his mouth. He knew this part of her body well, and took his time to lick and suck them to her delight. Jasmine needed more of him, and soon took his hand and moved it between her legs. Clark could feel the heat and wetness through her sexy panties and slid them to one side so he could feel her. She was incredibly smooth and very wet. His fingers danced over her clit as Jasmine's moans became deeper. He slid per panties off, and eagerly kissed down her body until he reached his goal. Parting her lips slightly with his fingers, Clark admired her beautiful pink pussy and how in contrasted her gorgeous brown skin. "Now I will drink" he breathed. He licked her slowly, taking in every sensation as Jasmine writhed on the bed. As he moved his attention back to her clit, he inserted one finger, and massaged her g spot. Jasmine's chest heaved as she grabbed the back of his head and urged him on. He moved his tongue to the rhythm of her ragged breaths, and soon sent her over the edge. With a high pitched scream, Jasmine lost her body to carnal lust. The strength of her orgasm forced her head back and for a moment, she could see nothing but stars. As the contractions stopped, Clark slowly removed his finger, and tenderly kissed her outer lips. Exhaling slowly, she moved away, and rolled Clark on his back. "That was amazing, but I need you inside me now." she said, as she quickly undressed him and caressed the length of his penis. She rubbed him in and around her vagina, making the head of his cock glisten with her juices. With her eyes locked on his, she slowly inserted the length of Clark's shaft into her, exhaling when she had all of him. Jasmine leaned forward and moved her hips slowly, letting her hair fall onto his face, as he roughly squeezed her breasts. Clark soon matched her rhythm with his thrusting, and moved his hands to her ass. The pace gradually quickened, and soon Clark could tell that she was close. He moved her forward so he could bite her nipples while grabbing her hips and driving his cock into her. Jasmine grabbed his shoulders and dug her nails into them as the sensual surge returned with an intensity she had not felt before. Waves of pleasure roared over her, and for a few moments, she felt as if she was someplace else. Gradually, she returned to her body, and was aware of Clark's presence underneath – and inside – her. She kissed him on the lips, and softly whispered, "One more favor." Jasmine gingerly dismounted Clark, and moved to his penis. It gleamed in the soft light of her room, pulsing to his racing heartbeat. She kissed the head, tasting them both, before filling her mouth with him. With her right hand wrapped around the base, Jasmine once again locked her eyes on Clark's, and let her lips and tongue coax her prize from his body. Clark tried to speak, wanting her to slow down so he could enjoy the sensations longer, but he was too far gone. Seconds later, Jasmine received her present, as semen erupted in her mouth. She swallowed every ounce he gave her, and did not release him until his erection had completely vanished. Clark pulled Jasmine close to him, and tenderly kissed her. They laid with their bodies entwined for several minutes, before Clark sat up on the edge of the bed, and picked up his phone. Incensed, Jasmine threw a pillow at him, and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "What? Got a hot date?". Clark rolled back to her and kissed her on the cheek, before placing the pillow next to hers. "I was turning off my alarm. Didn't think you wanted to hear it go off at 6am. Now, just as soon as you point me in the direction of your bathroom, I am going to use your facilities, get a some water for us , and come back to enjoy the feeling of your hot and naked body next to mine." As he drifted off to sleep with Jasmine in his arms, Clark wondered what this would all look and feel like tomorrow. Was this the beginning, or a nicer end to what they had started once before? Did she want a relationship, or just a good time? And why did her hair smell so good? Before answering any of these, he stopped, and listened to Jasmine. She was sound asleep, and from the look on her face, content. And that, said Clark as he reached over and turned off the light, was enough. Finding Jasmine Ch. 01 The majority of our hardcore photo shoots were preplanned so that we could progress through them step by step with little wasted time. Neither of us spoke as Cass closed her eyes and gathered herself. After a few deep steadying breaths while I watched her full cleavage rise and press against the top of her apron, begging for freedom, she opened her eyes. The fear she managed to gather in her features is quite believable, and purely an act as I play the burglar breaking into her house. She backed up against the counter as I snapped pictures of her. She slowly backpedaled away as I approached taking picture after picture. If I hadn't have known her for so long I'd have never known how good an actor she is. By the time we reached the end of the counter I have caught up to her, and working the camera with one hand I reached out. In the viewfinder as I clicked the capture I watched as my own hand rudely pulled her right breast out the side of the apron and mauled it roughly. Cass's face showed a seductive mix of pleasure and pain as I worked over first her right and then her left breasts exposing them to my camera, and all of her subscribers after they were posted. We broke away from each other for a moment as I changed memory cards in my camera and she pulled the apron over her head to hang where it was tied, nearly to her navel. As I turned back to her I sat the camera down on the counter along side her. With my right hand I grabbed her by her neck and squeeze just hard enough to know it was turning her on. Her delicate hands with the simple black on white manicured finger nails both wrapped around my strong forearm. My right hand dived under her hanging apron and I wasted no time in finding her clit under the already soaked panties. We locked eyes as I watched her fight the overwhelming lust brought on by my roughness and the things my fingers were doing to her through her panties. Right as she seemed to get to the point where she was close to coming I stopped and reached for my camera with the hand wet from her pussy. Cass was amazing as she looked into the camera. I took pictures of her with my hand still about her neck with her eyes still glazed over in lust. I continued taking pictures as I released her and she drooped against the counter while I again went back to her breasts. This time though I took care to slowly tease her nipples, rolling and pulling them till they stood out from her chest like proud chocolate candies. This time when we separated she spun around and I again deposited my camera on the counter top. I was quite gentle but efficient as I pulled the drawstring of the bow keeping the apron at her waist, leaving Cass standing facing away from me in just socks and the panties soaked with her juices. I rolled the apron into a long strap of flattened white cloth and with care used it to tied Cass's arms behind her back. As she spun back to me and I couldn't help but notice the effect it had pushing her soft melons up and out, presenting her hard nipples to me. Maybe it wasn't professional for me to bed over and nibble and suck her nipples one at a time, but the moans Cass let out under her breath wouldn't let me hold back. I broke off my mouthy embrace and stepped back away from the lovely half naked tied up woman before me and with a haughty look she dropped to her knees right in front of me. I always wondered how I got so lucky when we got together once a week for this, but I never questioned it. My t-shirt and linen shorts were quickly shed and tossed across the room to land near the small stairway to upstairs. My cock had been hard and ready for her since before her hands were even tied behind her back. Cass leaned forward and kissed my head gently, her dark lips softly sucking at the tip. My camera was in my hand without a thought as I started snapping pictures of the beautiful Vietnamese woman slowly working her lips around my throbbing penis. She played it up for the camera making eye contact with the lens, and profoundly raising my libido. Her warm dark eyes sparkled as she worked the entire length of my cock into her mouth, and I captured every moment of it for her website subscribers. I know I'm larger then average but Cass took my full length easily into her throat as she always managed to do and I felt her tongue working the underside of my manhood as I took picture after picture. My memory card is soon full and I had to stop to load a new one into the camera, but Cass doesn't stop sucking me. Because she's no longer showing off for the camera Cass starts bobbing up and down on me, making loud slurping noises as she showed off her skills purely for my pleasure. It isn't long before I need to stop her. "Ugh, Cass, pet I cant take much more," I growled as I pulled her face off of me. She smiled up at me seductively as a trail of spit dripped from my throbbing red cock head. "I want that inside of me," she purred at me from her knees. Even tied up on her knees Cass reeked of sexual power and I was in no mood to deny her. At this point the night became more about mutual physical needs then my artwork or her subscribers. I instinctually grabbed my camera as I reached down and helped her to her feet by the crook of her underarm. We moved the few steps to the kitchen table and she leaned over it, her white cotton covered ass pushed toward me. I'm not surprised to find her panties soaked to the point where I can see her fleshy pussy lips though the semi sheer material. I made sure her fans will get to see it as well. She looked back at me over her shoulder, past her tied arms, and I could see her need in her eyes. With a single violent motion I ripped her panties away from her, shredding them and causing her to gasp as the suddenness of it as I smiled. My camera captured the sultry looks she throws my way with her bare ass and dripping pussy in the foreground. Carefully I lined the head of my cock up between her labia, and slowly pushed my length into her ready wetness, taking a picture inch after inch and capturing the lust on her face in my lens. There is only so many pictures one can take of any position, and as beautiful as Cass's ass was I soon had to set my camera on the table and give her all I was worth. She closed her eyes as I stroked long deep thrusts into her, pulling her back onto me by her tied hands as I pounded her. Soon Cass was moaning incoherently and I could tell how close she was so I picked up my camera. "Look at me when you come," Cass nodded ever so slightly to show me she heard me and I continued to thrust into her. I knew if she didn't come soon I wouldn't last much longer but it turned out to be something not worth worrying about as she opened her eyes and looked back at me. Readying my camera to capture the moment she came I focused the lens on her face and kept my rhythm even and deep. It was something Cass and I had developed critical timing in as she looked back at me and I buried my full length into her. I left myself inside of her as I felt her body start to quiver in pulses around me, and I captured every breathtaking moment of it in the digital memory of my camera as her eyes rolled back into her head and her face became a mask of pure lust. Only my need to capture that one singular moment kept me from finishing inside her. I didn't give her time to recover as I set the camera back on the table and gave my manhood to her deep and hard with every ounce of energy I could muster. It was now the time for my need and I needed release. Cass lay there and took it limply, still hazy from her own orgasm. She mumbled and moaned incoherently as I worked to finish. It wasn't long before I pulled out of her and with a groan sprayed all over her ass and arms. I stumbled backward and leaned on the counter near the sink where it all started to gather myself as Cass lay on the table, a content smile spread across her face and her eyes closed. After a moment I walked naked back over to her and pick up the camera. I spent the last few shots showing the mess left across her firm round backside and delicate tied arms. I walked step by step backward toward the patio door as I spend the last of my memory showing her smaller and smaller. The final shot of the evening is one though the glass of the patio door from the outside of a naked and spent Cassandra, laying limply on my kitchen table. *** "So how did they turn out?" Cass stood in the door to my office back in the grey t-shirt and sweats she wore over, hair still wet from the shower. She strolled over to the comfy armchair across from me and plopped herself down into its leather covered softness. "I haven't actually looked through them. I'm pretty worn out from the long weekend." A flip of my wrist sent a flash drive sliding over to her side of the desk and Cass leaned forward to retrieve it. "About the other model I mentioned earlier..." Cass started as she put the flash drive into a pocket I didn't even know her sweats had. "Don't worry about it Cass. You have my schedule and I'll help you in anyway I can." "She's coming to pick me up now and wants to meet you. Liam please don't say no," a strange look comes across her face as she is talking, "I've already called her and told her I'm ready." As she is talking the flash of headlights coming up my driveway cut through the windows of my front door and Cass nearly leaped out of the armchair. "She's here already." and she turned, almost running out of the office door toward the main entrance. The speedy pace she set made her ass bounce hypnotically in her dark grey sweat pants, and my body stood and followed as if in a trance. Cass didn't look back as she opened the large windowed door to the night air and trotted out toward the carport. I stood in the foyer waiting on her return and wondering who it was that wants to meet me so bad. The sound of running feet pounding on the pavement outside came closer and closer to my door and to this day I'll remember everything about the first time I saw her. The girl who strode into my house was beyond beautiful. Running full stride through my front door, the first thing I saw was a gray tennis shoe laced with lavender shoelaces and matching lavender socks. Her long toned legs lead up to a pair of little white shorts young girls seemed so fond of. She was wearing a simple grey t-shirt, almost a match to Cass's own. Her dark wavy hair flew behind her as I caught my first glimpse of my exotic caramel skinned goddess. I watched in slow motion as she skids to a stop, barely coming under control before she barreled into me. Her almond shaped eyes were huge and dark through her wire framed glasses. She stood full in front of me looking directly into my eyes. Her stare bored into me with the fire of her simmering personality before she looked me up and down while chewing sexily on her bottom lip. I mirrored her boldness and measure her body as well. She looked like a younger version of Cassandra except taller and thinner. Her skin was a darker tone and instead of hair hanging loose and straight like Cass, this girl had two simple pigtails at either side of her head sprouting long curly dark brown hair with a tint of warm auburn. Her body was long and slim and would never be as full figured as Cass was, but her hips and ass were strong and toned and her breasts were high and proud, pushing against the t-shirt she wore. There was no hiding that she had on no bra. Looking back into her eyes, framed by the thin black wires and magnified by the lenses, my brain started and stuttered. As much as my body wanted me to take this girl here and now my brain has done its own math and is trying to shut down my raging libido. There was no way this girl is eighteen. She barely even looked sixteen. "Wow Liam your fucking sexy," she boldly proclaimed while poking me in the chest with a tiny graceful finger. Her touch seemed to spark an inner fire that ignites a new part of me. A darker side of me took over, aghast at the brazen girl who stood in front of me. "That's Mr. Williams to you, " I said darkly, not even sure where it came from. The girl must have sensed something changing and she backed up, suddenly unsure, but at that very moment Cass stepped from the darkness outside into the foyer with us. "Mind your manners with Mr. Williams. Liam this is my daughter Jasmine. For her eighteenth birthday I told her she can come with us next week and get some experience modeling if it was okay with you." Finding Jasmine Ch. 02 As was customary, Clark's body refused his mind's plea for a few extra minutes of sleep. A morning person by nature, the years of 5am rounds had only reinforced the habit, and sleeping in was considered to be seven. He had hoped that the move into a more academic role would fix the issue, but to this day, he usually greeted the sun instead of the reverse. On this morning, the "where" and "who" were much more abnormal than the "when". Jasmine's bed was plenty large, but when he woke, he found her snuggled against him, his left arm draped over her waist. Their combined body heat was more than enough to keep them warm, and the bedding had long since found the floor of her room. Clark admired her body in the morning light. She was somewhat shorter, her head reaching just above shoulder level when they stood side by side, and her body was the perfect balance of tone and curves. He shifted away slightly, partly to make room for his rapidly growing erection, and mainly to afford him a better view of Jasmine's ass. Early on, he had recognized the advantages of walking behind her, and enjoying how it moved in any clothing. Clark felt his desire, and his penis, grow steadily, and considered his options. Two things he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt; Jasmine loved her sleep, and her morning cup of coffee. With that, the perfect gentleman in him wanted to quietly sneak out of the bed, retrieve his clothes, make his way to the kitchen to start a big strong pot, and patiently wait for her to stroll in and join him. The less-than-perfect gentleman in him wanted...her. Now. He moved his head forward and gently inhaled, hoping to find her hair still flower-scented. He was pleasantly surprised to find that it was, and also found that her salty sweetness was on his lips and mouth. Makes sense, he thought, I spent a good amount of time down there. Recalling her words in the restaurant, (At what point are you going to take a risk? Ever? I am here with you. Today. Right now. This. Very. Moment.) was the proverbial straw. For it was then that Clark realized that he needed to make the most of the time that he had, rather than playing for some additional time that might never come. Clark slid his arm up and around Jasmine's arm, his left hand draped gently across her breast. She stirred briefly, and leaned back into him. He could tell that she was still sleepy, and kept his hand far enough away that he brushed up against her only when she inhaled. After a few minutes, he noticed that the move had its desired effect, as her nipple began to get hard, and she began to softly sigh. He moved his hand in between them and gently cupped her left breast while drawing slow circles around the areola with his thumb. She responded by leaning her entire body against him, finding his hard shaft with her ass. She matched her movements with his, and soon they were in synch in both movement and desire. Clark moved his hand south, and began exploring her vagina again, keeping his penis nestled between her cheeks. He entered her just long enough to lubricate his fingers, and then returned to her clit, teasing her by slowly circling it. She responded by pulling her left leg back over his, and moving her hips to accentuate the movement, as well as stroke his cock. She reached back to grab him, desperate to have him inside her once again, but he resisted. He pressed his cheek into hers, whispering in her ear, "Soon enough. For now, enjoy this, and fill my ear with your moans like you did last night. That will really get me going, and I think you will like the results. " Clark's direction, and the promise of what was to come, sent Jasmine's body into overdrive, and soon she gave him a memorable earful. Clark turned her to him, and kissed her deeply, waiting for her to recover somewhat from the euphoric rush that had overwhelmed her, while enjoying the anticipation. He also made a mental note to revisit her latest orgasm; there was something truly magical about what had just happened, and he wanted to make sure he could reproduce those results on demand. That analysis would come when time permitted. Now, he had more pressing concerns. He rolled Jasmine on her back and kissed down the length of her body until he was once again between her legs. He reveled in her wetness, and watched as her eyes met his. Once he saw she was watching, he moved his right hand up, and put his pinky in her ass. The startled look quickly gave way ecstasy, and Clark had yet another piece of valuable information to assess. He licked and fingered her for a minute, then sat up and put two pillows under her to better align their bodies. He sat on his knees and pulled her toward him, stopping just short of entering her so he could rub the head of his penis on her clit, and then moving just inside her, savoring her heat. Jasmine was through waiting, and moved her hips forward, taking him into her until his pubic bone was against her clitoris. Clark started off slowly, moving out only slightly, before slowly going in as far as possible. He then bent her legs back to her chest, moving almost completely out of her love canal before thrusting forcefully back in a systematic rhythm. One hard, seven gentle; two harder, six mild, up to all eight as hard as he could go before starting the cycle over. By the fourth round, Jasmine was done with tender moments in between, and shouted, "Don't stop fucking me, Clark!" He obliged, and she ran her fingers furiously over her clit while Clark banged away until her body convulsed with joy, her contractions urging him ever deeper inside. Clark smiled at her, silently congratulating himself on a job well done. Before he had time to speak, Jasmine pulled him out and began stroking quickly. First with one hand, then both, she did her best to steady him while aiming his head between her breasts. "I want all of it, and I want it all over me" she cried, and her demand quickly sent him past the point of no return. Now it was Clark's turn to shout, and he did so in time with the hot spurts of cum that landed on Jasmine's neck, chest, and stomach. She continued her massage until she was certain there was nothing left to have, and spread his load on her breasts with her fingers. Clark recognized the satisfied look on her face and quipped, "Well, I suppose that makes us even?" "I'd say that I got the better end of the deal, but given that you woke me up, I can go with that." She moved her index finger to her lips, "Yum. So what's a girl got to do to get a cup of coffee and breakfast?" "This time? No charge. Next time? Who knows. But I am certain you can afford it." He kissed her, and moved to the edge of the bed to collect his clothes. "I'll be back in a bit. Any special requests?" "Nope. You know what I like." "Uh huh. And I look forward to adding to that list." With a devilish grin, he walked out of her bedroom, and found his way to the door. Jasmine waited five minutes, giving him enough time to catch the elevator to the lobby before carefully reaching for her phone. She wanted to savor the smell and feel of Clark's cum for as long as possible, enjoying the feeling as it cooled on her skin. The last message of the evening said, "Call me as soon as you can!", and Jasmine knew better than to keep her waiting. She pressed the speed dial, and it rang three times before a voice sleepily answered. "Soooo, how was it?" Sasha asked with a yawn. "Aw man, I'm screwed." "Obviously. And from the sound of it, quite recently. Where is he?" "I sent him out for breakfast, and that's not it. I mean I am big time screwed. Like royally" "How royally? 'SBK' royally?" "No not like that. It was better than I remembered. He does something to me that no one else ever has. He touches me in this spot...I can't even tell you where it is. And heaven knows I've looked..." "Ok, so he has your body wrapped around his...finger...fingers...whatever he uses. No big deal. It only becomes a problem if he knows it." "I'm pretty sure he's aware, Sash!" "Nah. Guys like Clark aren't that smart, or confident about their abilities in the sack. You just have to play it cool, and he will never know." "Well this much I do know; he isn't going to want a fuck buddy, and I'm not sure I'm ready to date him." "Yeah, well you two will just have to figure that one out on your own. I'm not going anywhere near that. I love you both too much." "OK fine, just as long as we are clear on who you love more." "J, you come out on top in my book every single time." "I know, but I still like to hear it once in a while. OK, gotta get cleaned up before he comes back. Can't eat breakfast looking like this." "Ummm, TMI, but go. You can give me all the details later." "You know it. Later gator." Jasmine placed the phone on her pillow, and sighed deeply. She loved how she felt, and wished that she could just stay where she was - physically and emotionally - for the rest of the day. But that was simply not possible, so she quickly showered, and threw on her workout clothes that she felt flattered her best. Shortly after, the doorman called to let her know that her guest had arrived. Clark returned with two large cups of coffee, croissants, and fruit. They sat at her kitchen island, and enjoyed some small talk with their breakfast before Jasmine broached the subject. "So listen, about last night..." "You stop and listen, OK? It was a great meal, a fantastic night, and a spectacular morning. Neither one of us knows what this is, and that is completely understandable. There have been a ton of emotions and buildup, and not even a second to figure anything out. With me so far?" Jasmine nodded, and braced herself for what was coming next. "The thing is, we are both beyond busy. You are just getting settled, and I am up to my neck in teaching and manuscripts. And before you know it, the Fall semester starts, and then it's off to a symposia, and then a new grant opportunity, and then it's been a year, and we still haven't had 'the talk'. Relax, we're not going to have it now; for that matter we don't ever have to. But there is a window - I'd give it six weeks. If we can't figure out what we want from each other by then, I'd say it's not worth our time. Last night was beyond amazing, and I hope we can get together again soon. From the looks of it, you are off to yoga, and I am going to go run. I will call you soon, OK?" With that, Clark kissed her on the cheek, polished off the last part of his croissant, and left. Jasmine's head was a jumbled muddle. That was not at all what she had expected. For that matter, nothing in the last three months had gone according to the plan in her head. Maybe she needed to stop planning. Perhaps. But for now she needed to stretch some muscles that Clark had somehow managed to miss, and focus on something other than him. There would be plenty of time for that. Finding Jasmine Ch. 03 The sharp beep from the car behind her snapped Jasmine back into the here and now. As she moved through the intersection, she silently cursed her lapse, wanting to tell the offended driver that she wasn't one of those phone-obsessed people who couldn't wait to send a text. The truth of the matter would have likely made no difference, although it was possible that they would have identified with the daydream. She was thinking about Clark...again. Specifically, she was thinking about how she had made him cum all over her when they were last together. It annoyed her that she kept going there, partly because she hated that it was with someone that she wasn't quite sure what to do with, and mostly because it was the best she had felt about sex in well over a year. As she continued to make her way home, her left hand drifted casually between her legs. She moved her skirt up, and gently rubbed her vagina, momentarily soothing the throbbing ache that had taken hold. She wished her body would be logical about this, but when it listened to her mind's fantasies, it betrayed her completely. Those fantasies had been a part of her masturbation routine for quite some time. After she had moved out of the area and on with her life, she would still think about him occasionally, enjoying the pleasure those memories brought. And while orgasms were not the end all be all when it came to sex, Clark was the only person who had experienced one with her. Over time, Jasmine slowly weaned herself off, preferring the company of a man or a well-written story over a worn out encounter. All of that changed in July when she saw him again. She knew it was bound to happen sooner or later - they were in the same profession and there were only so many meetings one could attend - but she was unprepared for the emotions that were stirred when she did. What Clark saw and read as anger, she felt as passion. When she returned to her hotel room after their talk, she broke a personal record for undressing, and was amazed by how wet she was. An overwhelming orgasm followed shortly after, followed by another in the middle of the night, and a third the next morning. This became her normal routine, with the fantasies becoming ever more vivid and explicit. It was becoming an obsession of sorts; she was instantly wet just thinking about him, and pondering what she would do next in between "sessions". Sometimes she would take her time, enjoying the buildup and letting her mind wander to the point that she had to focus on the finish - well, his finish actually. That is what always brought her over the edge. Sometimes it was in her ass, or vagina, or mouth. Other times it was all over her stomach or breasts. Once he had even worn a condom. But he always came, and the sounds and feelings of that instant in her mind were as real to her as the times they had actually been together. As Jasmine made her way up the elevator to her apartment, she could feel her carnal desires continuing to build. She hurried inside, only taking enough time to remove her shoes and drop the mail and keys on her counter before making a beeline for the bedroom. She stripped down to her purple thong, not bothering to close the shades. Living on the top floor had its advantages, and she propped herself up on three pillows so she could enjoy the early evening view of the city below while she tended to her most pressing need. She wondered what it would be like if Clark were there now. Would he be bold enough to push her against the window and fuck her from behind for the world to see? The scene played out in her mind as she felt the heat and wetness through the silken fabric. As she lay there enjoying the events of her fantasy unfold, she was taken back to another time she had enjoyed a view of the city while climaxing. While the details were somewhat hazy, the ending wasn't, and she wondered what it might be like to try that again. She slid out of her soaked panties, and reached for her phone to text Clark. "Hi" "Hey! How's it going?" "Really good. The clinic finished on time, and I get to be home before the sun sets for a change. What are you up to?" "Nice! I am a little jealous. Finishing up some edits on a manuscript, and then it's off to dinner with a faculty candidate." "Boring. You should blow off the dinner and hang out with me." Clark shifted in his seat and considered her words. His body responded to her in ways that continued to surprise. Even when she wasn't trying to be suggestive, anything that could be taken more than one way was interpreted as such by his penis. And while no one would ever mistake him for a teenager, Jasmine caused him to release hormones like an 18 year old. "Love the sound of that, but no can do. Maybe I could swing by after?" "Sorry, but I have a FaceTime date with Sasha." "Ugh. I won't even bother asking if you would cancel on her. An earlier day plus Sasha-time; sounds like a good day gets a little better. Are you finishing unpacking those last few boxes?" "Nope." "Soooo...Are you updating your CV?" "Not even close." "Working on a patient case? Reading an article??" "Taking a break." "Is it glass of wine time? Or perhaps something else?" "Lol." Now every inch of him was on fire. He drew the shades, and closed his office door, walking quickly so as not to share his blatant erection with anyone who happened down the hallway. "You are being a little mysterious." "That's how I roll." "Ok then. But it only makes me more curious." "That's ok. Curiosity is healthy." "It is. I think you are enjoying mine right now." "Yes I am." "Fine. I can do this. Now then, where are you?" "In my apartment." "OK, nonspecific. My mistake. Which room of your apartment are you in?" "Bedroom." "Are you on your bed?" "I am." "What else is on the bed besides your phone?" "The sheets." "I see! So you are in your bed with nothing other than your phone. And you are relaxing." "Yes. Yeah figured it was time for a quick break." "And how do you like to relax when you have time for a quick break?" "That is for your imagination." "Well I suspect that you could be very relaxed if you wanted to be. But that is up to you." "Yes." "And I seem to think you have a pretty good imagination too." "I really do." "Good." "It's really great." "Great." "And do you know what the best part is?" "What's that?" "That I am not using it much right now. This is all memory." "What are you remembering?" "The first time we had phone sex." Clark's body screamed at him. His cock threatened to destroy his zipper if he didn't do something to relieve the pressure. He moved the manuscript off to one side, and undid his slacks, letting them drop to the floor. The relief was instantaneous, and the cool office air soothed his aching member. "Wow! I had all but forgotten about that. When I was at that meeting at Snowshoe. We were so high up that I couldn't get a cell signal. You had to call me on my room phone." "Yeah I remember that part. Wasn't there something wrong with the phone?" "Lol! Sort of. The cord was too short, so I couldn't make it to the bed. I had to sit in the chair and talk to you." "Uh huh. I liked how you sounded. A lot." "I would say you sounded amazing. And I remember what your words did to me shortly after." "I'll bet." "Want me to call you now?" "No. I think I want to read your words this time. That way I can re-read it whenever the mood strikes. And I can't remember what we talked about back them." "Oh I do. Want me to refresh your memory?" "Yes." "I love that word. Yes." "Yes. Yes. Yes." "Well, it started with some small talk; me describing the conference center, and the hotel. I told you what my view of the mountains was like, and you told me how beautiful the city looked from your bed. And then I asked you to describe it, and you told about the sunset, and casually mentioned that you were naked." "So kind of like right now, as I look at the beautiful sunset. Sans clothes." "Yum. So I undressed as quickly as I could and asked what you were doing. And you said 'enjoying the sound of your voice'. So I got my best sexy Clark voice on and told you that if I was there with you that I would have my hands all over you." "That part I remember. Please continue though." "Ok, well I seem to remember you telling me that I needed to be more specific, so I described how I would start with your breasts, and play with your nipples until they were as hard as they had ever been." "You are really getting me." "I did then too, by the sound of your voice. But soon I told you how I would touch your perfect pink pussy, by running my hands over every inch of you. And then I put two fingers inside so I could really work over your g spot. You moaned pretty loudly at that suggestion." "Ooooooo..." "I did that for a while but then wanted to touch your beautiful clit. I told you how I wanted to feel it between my fingers and how I would slowly circle it with my soaking wet fingers. Slowly at first, moving ever faster to the rhythm of your breathing." The screen remained blank for a minute, and Clark was afraid something had happened to interrupt their conversation. "Sigh." "Actually back then it was a litter louder than 'sigh'..." "Yes it was much louder. Then. And just now. Now I can relax." "Good." "Great." "Breathe." "Exactly." "How are you feeling exactly right now? I hope that it is awesome." "I am. And a little bit sleepy. But I can't let you go before you finish your story." "I would say you just finished it as well as possible." "For me, yes. But tell me what I did to you back then." "You mean you don't remember?" "Oh I have a pretty good idea, but why don't you help me with the details." Clark checked the clock on his computer screen. He was supposed to be in the lobby of the college in 20 minutes to meet the candidate for dinner. Given how turned on he was, that was more than enough time. "You described how you would go down on me." "Yes. How I would be on my knees naked as you sat in that chair. With my breasts rubbing against your legs. Touching your hard shaft with my fingers. Kissing that special spot just below your head." "Yeah." "And how I would look you in the eyes as I took you in my mouth. Watching your expressions change as I slid you in deeper and deeper." "Woah. I need to cum. Like now." "Are you close?" "Yes. Think of you lying naked on your bed is driving me insane." "I am. And the thought of you cumming is making me insanely wet. Again." "Ohhh I love the thought of that. Nothing better. Close..." "Good. Think about that and how I taste when you get me all worked up. And how I would moan when you cum. In my mouth. Tasting every drop that your give me." "!!" "And :)?" "Woah. Ok. Breathe. The stars are fading and I can feel my toes again." "Ok good. Now you can go to dinner completely relaxed." "I suppose. But it's going to be tough to carry on any type of conversation with my mind so distracted." "I like that your thoughts will be on me." "Me too. I very much want to see you again soon. Lunch tomorrow?" "Sounds good. I'll meet you in your office?" "Great! Then I had better get my desk cleaned up." "Yum. Wish I was there to help." "You have done more than enough, my dear. Say hi to Sasha, and I will look forward to tomorrow." "Ok bye." Jasmine put down her phone and stared out the window. Was the sunset that spectacular, or did it just look better in her fulfilled state? No matter. She loved where she was, and that her only care in the world was the selection of an appropriate outfit for her lunch date tomorrow. And it occurred to her that "date" suddenly didn't sound so bad. Your move, Clark.